Date: Sat, 17 Jul 2010 17:31:52 -0600
From: London Harrison <manipulativebttm@gmail.com>
Subject: Adventures of A Manipulative Bottom (Chapter Seven)

Adventures of a Manipulative Bottom (Chapter Seven)

Your overwhelming demand for the return of London Harrison has brought me
back to this story two years later.

Feel free to write me an e-mail! Comments, suggestions, and criticisms are
what fuel the writer to continue: manipulativebttm@gmail.com

[Continuing from the same night depicted in Chapter Six]

    At her sister's house, Mrs. Ringwald caressed the curvature of her
stomach and thought about her family. Dr. Ringwald and her children - one
new (London) and one on the way. Her and her husband had been seriously
considering adopting London as a permanent member of their family. He was
charming, polite, and a shining example of the success a conservative
Christian upbringing can bring, even for a young minority who'd grown up
raised by a drug-dealing thug like Jorge Dominiguez (Papi).
    What she loved most was to see the growing bond between Dr. Ringwald
and his new son. The two would play football outside together shirtless,
their sweaty torsos glistening. Most times this would end in a good
old-fashioned wrestling match. The broad-chested older man often
won. Mrs. Ringwald would laugh when her brunette adonis of a husband would
pin the teenager down, laughing at his triumph, his blue eyes squinting at
the boy below him. "Gosh, my husband is DREAMY," she thought. He looked
even sexier than usual now that he had grown his beard out.
    This reminded her - she flashed to a memory she'd somehow pushed out of
her mind. One day, she was in the kitchen wearing her pearls, baking the
boys a pie. She looked out the window and saw the two men wrestling under a
tree. They were getting a bit rough, tumbling around and biting each other
playfully. She considered stepping in to stop them. That's when she saw the
father of four lean in and kiss his new son on the mouth. It was a kiss
that lasted about five seconds. Then the doctor patted the jock on the
butt, ruffled his brown locks, and the two grabbed the football. She
brought it up to her sister and her sister reassured her it was very normal
and beautiful for a father to feel open enough to kiss his son as he would
his daughter. It reflected Dr. Ringwald's Christ-like nature. She decided
not to analyze that her husband never kissed any of their other children on
the lips.
    Mrs. Ringwald excitedly told her sister how proud she was that London
had adjusted to a wholesome lifestyle, mostly with the help of her husband
and her father (and pastor of their church), Reverend Harding. He mostly
preached about the evils of women getting above their station, people not
tithing to the church, and the abomination of homosexuality - God did not
make Adam and Steve! The reverend himself was a beefy man, a man who was
still rather macho and athletic early 50's with a hefty, muscular build
that caught the attention of the women in the church who'd fantasize about
becoming his wife while he gave the sermon. It got London off hearing the
Reverend's bassy, husky voice shouting about the evils of sin the time
Dr. Ringwald forcibly seized London's ass in the church (Chapter Two). It
would be totally sinfully, perversely hot to seduce the pastor of a large,
conservative church into a seething pump-and-dump session. The sex-deprived
preacher giving into temptation,giving his coveted semen to a young
pussyboy. But, for now, the manipulative bottom knew better than to
overextend his ass and further complicate things.
    While Mrs. Ringwald began to discuss her new "traditional marriage"
group at church, London's boypussy clung to Dr. Ringwald's thick cock like
a hungry baby's mouth to a bottle. The father and son had just fucked
wildly and vigorously, the good doctor impregnating the boy below him with
a few day's worth of potent baby batter. It had been months since London
had a thorough feeding from Dr. Ringwald's delicious dong, but he'd finally
manipulated the married man into giving him the ball juice nutrients he
craved. It was like he derived a hulking heap of protein every time a
virile, powerful man filled his ass up to the brim with sperm. The powerful
man in London's ass, in London's bed was Dr. Ringwald. His potential
children lost forever inside the boy below him.
     After he was through cumming, Dr. Ringwald attempted to dislodge and
dismount. After all, one of his sons was having a nightmare in the other
room and needed some comfort too. But London arched his butt up to keep the
man inside him. "Daaaaaaaad!" London whined. The sweating, hairy chested
daddy laughed with bass deep from his gut. He got up into a push up
position to look down at the beautiful bottom's pouting face. Damn, how
could he say no? Maybe London was right. It wasn't fair that his own kids
should get special attention over London, who had been raised in foster
homes and slums. His kids have had his attention their whole lives, now it
was London's time to have a daddy. A good, Christian daddy.
    The wild sixteen year old sexpot smirked when he saw the hair covered
pecs above him cleave together - with a grunt, the man fully re-inserted
his semi erect cock back into London's cum-filled pussy hole. The Christian
doctor closed his eyes and smiled at the immense post-orgasm pleasure of
slowly moving his dick inside the boy he'd dominated. London curled his
legs up a little bit and whimpered at the feeling of the softening dick
grazing his still buzzing prostate. One of the doctor's children could be
heard crying down the hall, probably looking for their father. London knew
that at this point (now that the man had finally given him his seed) the
only thing Dr. Ringwald could concentrate on was staying inside the
submissive jock as long as possible. "Dad, since Mrs. Ringwald won't be
back tonight, do you think you could stay with me? Inside me?" London asked
so innocently the doctor almost didn't give it a second thought.
    "Stay the night with you in your bed? Like this? I don't think so,
London. I had better be heading on over to... oooooh..." The muscle-tensed
stud sucked in air through his teeth, sighing with satisfaction when the
kid clenched his hole to cling into the doctor's now re-thickening
member. Dr. Ringwald looked up at the ceiling and then the walls, saw the
picture of Jesus. He hoped God would forgive him for this someday, but for
right now, his desire to keep pumping into the boy (hard dick or not)
overrode his passion for God, church, and even the rest of his family.
     Now London Harrison had really done it. And he was feeling
cocky. Dr. Ringwald admired the beautiful body he was still inside
of. Nice, curly dark brown hair. The Ringwald couple made him return to his
natural hair color to look more "wholesome" (suburban Republicans!).
Piercing, sexy hazel eyes. Pouty full lips he'd inherited from the black
side of his family. Broad shoulders which lead to rounding, squeezable
pecs. Fleshy, scrumptious nipples that begged to be manipulated. They'd
gotten bigger since he started playing football. When he messed up during a
game, Coach Phillips would rough them up to get the kid spasming on his
cock. Of course, the good doctor didn't know his son was getting screwed in
the name of discipline by the quick-tempered, hulking football coach.
    Decent abs – not nearly as good as his best friend, Andrew Stills,
but decent – that went down to a V. His thighs and calves were toned and
practically begged to be spread by powerful men. His light brown skin was
now a caramel color since he'd been in the sun so much due to
practice. Mrs. Ringwald always complimented him on how beautiful his skin
was, that he looked "exotic". How smooth and creamy it was. London laughed
at what a stupid bitch she was. Always spending her time campaigning
against gay marriage, when a teen boy was stealing her husband right from
under her.
    The hunky doctor began to caress the boy's most valuable asset – his
delectably plump bubble rump.His juicy ass had an almost magical quality to
it. Men, no matter how straight (or religious) could not resist (at least)
giving a very long look at the perfect globes that bounced like two breasts
you could fuck. At most, the lucky ones would find themselves impregnating
the slutty jock's pussy hole instead of their wives'. The muscular daddy's
thick hands on his ass was making London really horny. Scrunching up his
brow, London felt up the dominant man's full, furry chest, played with the
chest hair. He loved that the older man had grown his beard out, it looked
so masculine and strong. He alternated clenching his right and left butt
cheeks, making them bounce and jiggle. He sure was horny. Too bad that
annoying old bitch maid Maria wasn't around to get to hear round two.
              Since the adoption process begun, London had full reign to
order Maria about like the Ringwald couple does. Maria, get me and Andrew a
coke, just a little bit of ice. Maria, do my laundry. Now. Maria, can you
go to the basement? Dr. Ringwald and I need to do my Bible lesson –
alone.
              The worried maid hated every second of it. Only she knew that
the demon child was hypnotizing the poor Christian doctor into doing sinful
acts with him. Dr. Ringwald didn't know that Maria had walked in on them a
few times, but London knew. And he loved it. Whenever Maria tried to foil
his plans, he'd one-up her by getting her into some sort of
trouble. Mrs. Ringwald's jewelry would go missing. A child's favorite toy
would go missing after Maria had cleaned their room. A bottle of liquor
would disappear (in truth, London would drink the bottle with his good
friend and fellow bottom boy, Lionel). London would pretend to regret
telling on Maria and Mrs. Ringwald would reward him with money for his
brave, Christ-like honesty.
              In fact, the rewards were coming in everywhere. Now that he
had convinced the Ringwalds to officially adopt him, he'd gotten an Iphone,
a new Mac computer, state of the art headphones, the newest, trendiest
clothes and – most outrageously – an almost brand new BMW given to
him by Mrs. Ringwald's father, Reverend Harding, in thanks for all the
charity work he pretended to do at church.
        London pouted when the doctor pinned his muscular arms down to make
him stop playing with his nipples and getting himself all horny again. It
was getting late and they both needed to get up early- London to school,
the doctor to his office. For now, they would just enjoy Dr. Ringwald's
softened cock resting (tenderly in the sensitive ring of) the jock bottom's
butt.
              Meanwhile, London's worst nightmare was taking place
elsewhere in the house. London didn't know it, but Dr. Ringwald ignoring
his children for the demon child was the last straw for Maria. Despite the
lateness of the hour, Maria requested Reverend Harding meet her in her
chambers. It was important, concerned the future of his daughter and his
grandchildren. The reverend who had been up late at the church writing a
fiery sermon on Sodom and Gomorrah dropped everything and rushed over.
              "This is a boy of dark magic, Reverend!" Maria tattled. "What
I tell you is true – I see with my own eyes. He does spells on
Dr. Ringwald! He makes him have lust in his eye – makes Mrs. Ringwald
get so that she has another baby! Makes Dr. Ringwald climb on top of him
and do unspeakable acts!"
              Reverend Harding rubbed his hard belly. He was a sharp,
beefy, macho man. He was the preacher you always thought would be a
powerful fuck. He had brown hair with a hint of gray, a strong masculine
jaw line. Despite his minor heart condition, Reverend Harding was a virile
and strong man who commanded respect from the members of his church.
    He put down his black leather bag and sat down on the edge of Maria's
beige bed. He looked Maria up and down a bit – he was a very religious
man, but the thought of London being a demon possessed homosexual who
seduced his son-in-law daily in some twisted plot of the devil... it
sounded completely ridiculous.
              "Look, Maria, I know it's hard to adjust to change. I know
you hate change. Heck, we all do. But imagining that London is some sort of
demon possessed... he's just a kid. A smart, funny, giving Christian boy we
all have come to care for. A poor boy who grew up around too many drugs and
violence in his youth. But he's adjusting well to our way of life, to our
Christian standards of living. Now I've never said this to anyone, but I
admit I did have my reservations about him joining this family. Sometimes
I'd... I'd get a strange feeling about the boy and it seemed like perhaps
he was a bit too... smart for his own good. Always running around with this
body showing - I'm sure he was taught that by his criminal foster father. A
Mexican, no less. But he's become a good role model to all the boys in our
church. And the men in the congregation have takin' a real shine to him,
always patting him on the back for his accomplishments. I think my daughter
and son-in-law are doing a BANG-UP job of reforming this boy. Now I don't
want to hear another word of this, you understand?"
              Maria began to weep for her poor, naοve reverend. She didn't
want to do it, but she pulled out a video camera and handed it to him. He
struggled to figure out how to press play, but once he did he almost had a
heart attack on the spot. There it was plain as day. What Reverend Harding
saw was his son-in-law -the widely respected Dr. Ringwald - ravenously
fucking (perhaps raping!) the hell out the caramel-skinned, teenaged bottom
boy on his desk. London's distraught face was pressed against the papers
that littered the desk he was taken on. The married doctor appeared angry,
vengeful, not his normal, charming, friendly self. From what he could see
in the video, London looked helpless as the more muscular, bigger man took
what he wanted, filling London's bubble butt up with white man meat whether
London wanted it or not. Reverend Harding imagined it was a discipline
situation gone wrong. Dr. Ringwald had confided in his father-in-law the
troubles he was having disciplining London, but there was no mention of
this. This was an erotic abomination of the worst kind.
              Reverend Harding continued to watch. He saw London looking
strained, biting his lower lip in order to bear the pain of being taken so
forcefully. He saw Dr. Ringwald yank London's hair in order to pull the
boy's head back. The audio was very low so he couldn't make out what the
doctor was saying into the bouncing jock's ear, but he could hear London
yell out what sounded like "Please!" as if crying for help. The muscled boy
squirmed on the aggressive doctor's big lap, perhaps trying to get up, but
the doctor held the teen firmly across his pillowy, chest, the man's white
fingers barely grazing the nipples they framed. There was no escape. The
only strange thing was the the boy's cock was bouncing, fully erect.
    He kept watching. London began to yell something, but he couldn't quite
hear what the boy was yelling out. The kid was spanked, his mouth agape and
yelping with each twisted thrust. Then the Reverend heard it: "Breed me,
Dr. Ringwald!" the kid called out for cum with complete lust. After that,
in a fit of rage, Dr. Ringwald stood up out of his office chair, carrying
the boy in his big arms, and began to ejaculate profusely into the
screaming, bouncing boy's butt, spanking him and pulling his hair the whole
time. This climax lasted about a minute before the doctor was seen putting
the boy down, repositioning his glasses, and collecting spilled paper
work. No attention was paid to the boy who scurried away upstairs, out of
the camera's shot. The reverend pressed stop and stared off into space.
              "Where did you get this?" he asked the vindicated maid.
              "The devil child put the camera in the library to record his
evil acts! Then when he knew I took the camera, he slapped me on my face!
Threaten to get rid of me! What I tell you is true! It is all the boy's
doing! Dr. Ringwald is innocent, a man of God! The good doctor is a victim
of the Satan's work! Satan LIVES in that boy's heart, in that boy's BOTTOM!
I swear to you, Reverend, I see DEMONS when I look into that child's eyes!
" Maria cried hysterically, clutching at the large, silver crucifix she'd
been using to try to pray the demonic gay away..
              "I know, Maria, I know. It is clear to me now that this child
is a temptuous homosexual and an aberration to this Christian house. He has
used his courting, young body for evil. I'll make it my business to see
that he is thrown out and returned to the foster home - tonight, " the
reverend said - what he must do now was obvious. He put the video camera in
his bag and took hold of Maria's crucifix. Possessed with the purpose to
maintain the masculine and religious dignity of the Harding/Ringwald
household, he marched over, bag and crucifix in hand, to Dr. Ringwald's
bedroom. To his surprise, his son-in-law wasn't there. He started to check
all the rooms of the house.
              When the reverend cracked open London's bedroom door, what he
saw hit him in the gut. The jock was laying full-bodied on top of his hunky
father figure, the married man's rock hard bone still plugging the boy's
cummy hole. The reverend's jaw dropped. His view revealed London's
gloriously smooth, caramel globes pointed skywards. No pants. No jock
strap. No underwear. Just his green and white football jersey and some
matching socks. The reverend saw the base of his son-in-law's thick rod
hanging out of the boy's stuffed bottom, the man's big arms wrapped around
the jock's jersey, holding the boy close on top of him. Dr. Ringwald was
obviously asleep with an unconscious hard-on, undoubtedly provoked by the
fact that London was still semi-conscious, moaning, moving himself around
carefully as not to wake the sleeping man up. The dozing daddy was snoring
a sexual snore, his breathing becoming more labored as London grinded
methodically atop him.
              Reverend Harding gasped at what could not be seen in the
video: the boy's obscenely sexualized ass. It was round, plump, delicious,
sinfully provocative. Erotically dangerous. No wonder... The man clutched
the crucifix tightly. He would need God on his side this evening. Furious -
ENRAGED! - at having witnessed the affair his son-in-law was having with
his adopted grandchild, the steaming Reverend picked up the phone and
dialed his daughter. He would tell her everything immediately and this
would all be over tonight. Then the hot, shadowy image of the boy's buns
slowly pumping up and down the white phallus penetrating the bubble butt
flashed into the beefy holy man's mind. He hung up the phone. He'd go to
the prayer room downstairs. He would pray. And God would tell him what to
do about the alluring demon upstairs.
         Meanwhile, upstairs London found himself on his back again. Eyes
closed, his smooth thighs held in place by another man's pulsating
biceps. "Uhhhhh!" London sighed salaciously. Sweat dripped from a long
strand of hair belonging to the man atop him. London opened his eyes to see
a strikingly beautiful Middle Eastern man taking him passionately. The
energetically intense man had long black hair with majestic, dark facial
features. The way his eyes penetrated London's sent electric waves through
the bottom jock's body. The waves culminated in the ring of his anus,
causing him to clench down on the mystery man fucking into him.
          The man fucking the gasping pussy boy was Jesus Christ
himself. And tonight the slut-boy was Jesus' special disciple. "Oh, Jesus,
your cock is tenderizing my ass. It feels so good. Please don't stop-
uuuuuuuuh!" London moaned, lost in erotic confusion.
           Jesus continued pumping into the sighing boy and squeezed his
pretty face, causing his lips to poke out. "Why have you betrayed me?"
            London was caught off guard by the question. How did Jesus
know? "I'm sorry, Master, it's just in my nature.... the devil made me this
way."
            "You're such a traitorous slut," Jesus spat. "I should send you
to the depths of hell where you belong, where you'll be raped by Satan
himself and all his red hot muscle-demons for eternity. You'd like that,
wouldn't you, Judas?"
            "Yes, yes, oooooh!" London's mouth was agape with lust.
            "You got off seeing me on the Cross, seeing that your sinful
boy pussy caused my suffering. DON'T you?" Jesus thrust in hard. The
fingers he placed in between London's lips kept the boy from answering in
words. He could only close his eyes tight and nod as Jesus Christ punished
him for his sins.
            "Cum in me, Jesus, please, get me pregnant with your Holy Seed,
uuuuuuuuuuh-huuuuuuuuuuh-huh-huh-huh-huh!" London cried out. Jesus dropped
his head down, continuing to pump into the pussy boy below him in push up
position. His long, black, sweating hair dripped onto London's chest. The
moaning jock could feel the cock within him start to thicken and
pulsate. The ultimate load was cumming his way.
            "Forgive him, Father, for he knows not what he do!" Jesus
called out, his cosmic cock jumping wildly in the ass he was punishing. The
semen inside him felt like a rush of cold ocean water. In the distance, he
could hear a chorus of angels singing. But the singing soon turned to
screaming, brutal demonic cries that began to fill the whole room with red
light and dark black shadows. London looked up at the humping man atop
him. Blood began to gush out of Jesus' wrists, ankles, forehead, and then
his eyes, the blood completely saturating London and the bed below
them. London screamed and tried to escape Jesus' frightening embrace.
            That's when he woke up screaming, trying to wriggle himself out
of the tight-hold Dr. Ringwald had on him. The cock inside him was still
rock hard and swimming in cum and the doctor was a strong man, so London
couldn't very easily escape. He slid up and down his father figure's
stimulated dick, trying to get off of him. Dr. Ringwald woke up, startled,
confused and trying to figure out where he was. Then he remembered and
grabbed London by the face. "What's wrong, son, what's going on?" London
looked around the room wildly. He saw that his bedroom door was cracked
open - someone had been there!
        "I had a nightmare that Jesus.... I was Judas and Jesus raped me
for betraying him!" London cried out.
        Dr. Ringwald rubbed his bearded chin, concerned. He took the boy
under the armpits and slowly removed him from his softening, thick cock. It
was drenched in his own baby batter. Though London was still rattled by the
dream, he couldn't help but look at daddy's cum drenched cock and want to
swallow it, to lick up all its contents. London began to "cry" to get the
older man's sympathies. But this time, to the manipulative bottom's
surprise, it didn't work. Dr. Ringwald began to come back to his
senses. Tonight, he had once again betrayed his family for an extra-marital
fuck with a boy. He began to feel sick.
        "I'm going to bed, London. To my own bed. I need to do some praying
about all of this. I'll see you in the morning."
        London tried to argue, but the doctor shut him down firmly as any
father would do to a teenage son who talked back. After the doctor left,
London stood up, still in just his jersey and socks. It must have been
really late at night by now. Still shaken by the dream, he examined his
boypussy in the mirror. It didn't look as tight as usual, probably from the
muscular doctor's wide prick plugging it up for hours. He whimpered a
little at the sensation when a dribble of cum dropped out, down his ass and
onto his balls. He scooped the baby batter up with his finger and lovingly
sucked it in his mouth. Salty and sweet. Maybe he'd sneak into his daddy's
bed and get the rest of-
        That's when Reverend Harding walked in looking taller and
broad-chested than ever. Stern, serious, and fucking mad as hell. He held
his black leather bag in his left hand, the large wooden crucifix held up
in his right.
            "Reverend Harding! Oh my God, I didn't know you were here!"
London, a bit of cum on his lips, said with genuine surprise. "I was just-"
            "I know what the hell you are doing here, boy, and it ends
right here. Tonight. Pack your things. I'm taking you back to the adoption
agency where you belong," the reverend commanded.
            "Back to foster homes? But, Reverend, Grandfather, sir, bad
things happen there. I don't want to go there! Besides, this is my home now
with you and Mrs. Ringwald and-"
            "Don't call me grandfather, I'm not any father to you
anymore. This is a house of GOD, you brazen Jezebel. This is no home of
yours. You've been parading that unholy ASS of yours around here for
months. We've all seen it, but all of us were blinded by that demonic light
of Lucifer, but no more. Now pack your suitcase."
            "Reverend, I was just raised that it was OK to be naked. I
would never want-"
            "Shut up, devil. I should have followed my first instinct, my
first thought about you. That was God speaking to me. Warning me. The way
you'd look at me when we'd go running. Those little shorts you'd wear to
show off your untamed ass. You were a wolf in sheep's clothing,
alright. It's written all over your face, for God's sake. Wipe that semen
off. Now."
          London's whole reality was falling about – all his money
making schemes, his car, his life of luxury, his hot times with
Dr. Ringwald, his plan to find Papi would be over if he didn't play this
right. He was running out of options. He just stared up at the hot older
man, pleadingly. London's eyes bugged out of his head when Reverend Harding
pulled the video camera out of his bag. Fuck! It was all over. Reverend
Harding would tell Mrs. Ringwald everything. The sexy Dr. Ringwald would go
to jail for statutory rape, London would go back to some random,
impoverished foster home. The towering figure pressed play.  London was in
complete shock. Not only had Maria not destroyed the video tape, but the
sneaky bitch had successfully derailed his plan by showing the sex tape to
Mrs. Ringwald's preacher of a father!
    The video showed Dr. Ringwald putting his office back together after
the hot pump-and-dump session in his office. Then it showed the camera
moving wildly. Then, to London's surprise, the next video showed him
pinning Dr. Ringwald's arm above his head as he rode him wildly. The erotic
audio was clear: "Your cock is meant to be in a hot boy's ass. My ass. You
see how bad I need it and you need it too. This is on a whole other level
than your wife!"
              FUCK! There were only two ways out of this mess. Now all bets
were off. London grabbed the video camera and tried to run out of the room,
but the athletic reverend subdued him quickly, grabbing him around the
torso and pulling him close. The sexy audio could still be heard as the two
hot men wrestled for the rights to the tape. "Give it to me, Dr. Ringwald,
give me your cum and I'll be your son." the reverend heard the boy moan on
the video tape.
              London's body was pressed tightly, completely against that of
the righteously angry reverend. "Maria was right! You ARE a nasty little
Jezebel," the man spat, keeping the camera away from the boy while still
holding him. London could feel the older man's muscular hardness, the
masculine strength he held onto in order to be a true man of God. "Every
Sunday you hear me preach. Every Sunday you sit next to my daughter and her
husband all the while you're having an adulterous, homosexual affair behind
all of our backs! You tempt the other men in church, I've seen the way they
look at you. I've seen how look at them, how you look at me! You dare bring
lust and filth into our place of worship into this Christian home where
there are children!"
              Manly grunts and groans emitted from the video camera while
London continued to struggle against the strength of the preacher. The hot
jock bottom could feel Reverend Harding's heart racing. "So what? So what
if Dr. Ringwald likes to play with my ass, spank me, make me his pussy boy?
So what if he likes to dominate a young boy... don't all powerful men crave
that, Reverend?" London struggled strategically so that the reverend would
have to grab him across the ass to subdue him further. The bubble butt slut
let out a little moan, started humping against the reverend lightly. The
reverend who still held the grunt-blaring camera and the crucifix. All of
this was getting to him. He'd just witnessed the sweaty, sexy slut seducing
his son-in-law and now the biracial teen was trying to seduce the older
white man of God into the ultimate sin.
    "Jealous, Reverend? Jealous that Dr. Ringwald actually gave in to
passion rather than just fantasizing about it? Jealous that your son-in-law
got to pound into my tight ass before you did? You're so competitive with
Dr. Ringwald, Reverend, it's no surprise you're mad that he marked my ass
first. But, don't worry I can make room for you, too. Come on, Reverend,
you've always wanted to sin. Just once. You're a strong, virile man who has
a natural urge to pound into a nice, hot pussy. Boy pussy. My pussy. It's
your God-given right, Reverend. God sent me here for you and Dr. Ringwald
and the other men at church to fuck. Hard," the grinding teen imparted with
deep lust in his voice.
              "The devil sent you here to disrupt, to destroy, to torment!
Nothing good will come out of your seduction of my daughter's husband! You
have hurt her and her children and, as God as my witness, I will
never.... let you get... away with that..." Somehow, both of his hands had
fallen squarely on London's deliciously nude bubble butt. The heat from the
well used buns threatened to burn the Reverend's holy hands.  London
smirked and got on his tip toes to whisper into the tall black-suited man's
ear. "Come on, stick a finger in. It's nice and wet for you, Daddy. God's
not watching."
               The man looked down at London, disgusted, but yet still
didn't take his hands away. He began to caress the gold melons at his
disposal, spreading them and then closing them. London grinded against the
holy man's black-slacked thigh and whined a bit.
              "Please, sir, just stick your finger in. Come on. It's OK to
sin... just this once..." London whispered in the man's ear over and
over. The muscled bottom arched his back sharply and whimpered in heat when
he felt a thick manly finger enter his rectum. The further the finger
pressed inward, the more London grew slack in the man's arms.
              "You made me do this," the muscular preacher said firmly,
adding another finger. His other hand continued to maul the hot ass.
              "Yes, sir."
              "You're a Delilah, a whore who torments men of God for evil
purposes. You begged for this." he spat, still fingering the boy's hole and
undoing his own pants.
              London knew what to do. He got down on his knees and pulled
the reverend's thick chubby into his mouth, holding it in his cheek. The
hot preacher, the one who was the paragon of virtue, Christianity, and
conservatism, had his big dick in the mouth of a male jock teenager. There
was already a bit of sweet precum which London could taste in his cheek. He
was hoping for more. Reverend Harding ran his hand over the boy's hair,
forehead, and face feeling his own cock in the kid's cheek. Then London
gobbled the dick all the way into his throat with need. He took the large
crucifix from the floor and began to move it's curved end in and out of his
cummy hole tenderly.
              "HUH!! You..." Rev. Harding grunted with a strange mix of
lust and disgust. "Oh yeah, Maria was right. You are an evil faggot. Any
boy that does this with such desperate vigor has to be possessed with a
spirit. This is unnatural... a boy swallowing a man's penis! Desiring a
man's seed. Any boy that takes it in the bottom is possessed by a
demon. Any boy that... ooooooooooooooh." He grabbed the kid's head and
began to thrust in righteous anger.
     The beefy preacher hadn't been sucked like this for decades. London
sucked the muscular preacher's dick feverishly, feeling the man above him
getting hotter and hotter. When Rev. Harding decided to put his thick
babymaker all the way into London's throat, the boy began to choke, but the
older man, now drunk with anger and righteousness, rationalized that
choking on a dick would be good for the boy. Teach him the evils of
cocksucking.
              London almost blacked out before Rev. Harding let up, but the
boy was desperate. He had to give in to Reverend Harding's hot cock or
everything would be ruined. "Get it out of your mouth. Now." the man
ordered with bass in his voice. Before London could fully get into doggy
style position, the hard-bodied pastor entered his ass with a rough
plunge. "Mmmmmm!" London whined, arching his back sharply. Rev. Harding had
the bubble bottom by the sides of his ass and pulled him on the way back on
his curved cock. The curve hit London's prostate uniquely, causing the kid
to drop a little precum.
              "Oooooh, this boy-ass is so so sweet." He was beginning to
wonder if God did send London to him as a sexual reward. That is, until he
remembered that the Bible expressly condemned this sort of perverse
behavior, with the maximum punishment being death. Then he got angry and
rough with the boy's tight ass, spanking it, spitting on it. The
manipulative bottom squirmed and groaned as he got rammed doggy
style. "Don't act like this isn't what you asked for, boy!"
              "Yes, sir, this is what I asked for! What I need!"
              "You made me take you! Just like you made my son-in-law take
you!" Rev. Harding grabbed London by the shoulders and, still thrusting,
brought London's mouth to his – to spit in it. "Swallow that spit,
boy. It might help you." London swallowed it and opened his ass more to the
reverend, allowing him to get more hard strokes in. The boy would yelp when
the angry conservative would delve all the way in. When he spit in the
gaping mouth again and again, London became more open to the man. Then the
reverend started molesting London's pillowy pectorals. When he brushed up
against his nipples, he found that London's ass would spasm on his
dripping, curved white cock. The reverend furrowed his brow in pleasure,
gasping and grunting at the intense heat they were generating.
              Something about the rough fuck did start to rescramble
London's brain. Was there a right and a wrong? Should he really not have
seduced married men and stolen money? These questions rolled around his
pretty little head while the reverend righteously rammed the spoiled brat's
bubble butt. The man kept a beefy forearm around the boy's the neck to keep
him held upright while they fucked on their knees. London could feel the
older man's muscles through his suit. The muscular preacher whispered into
the boy's ear telling him he should have rethought his life and dedicated
it to Christ (and to the Republican party) or risk eternal
damnation. Before it's too late.
              "Yes, sir!" London cried out. And he was considering it. The
attack on his prostrate was making him extremely vulnerable to
suggestion. Reverend Harding gave him a small spank.
              "Maybe you'll learn how not to be such a greedy, seed
guzzling brat once I take you back to the adoption agency.. UH! UH!
UH. Yeeeeeeeah... pick up that Bible, boy, and start reading it."
Rev. Harding could tell the boy's mind was as open as his asshole right now
and now was his chance to make a change in him. London picked up the book
and read "For God so loved the world that gave His only Begotten Son that
– mmmmmmmmmmmm, fuck, sir!"
              Rev. Harding spanked him hard on his left butt cheek before
massaging it sensuously. "Keep." THRUST. "Reading." THRUST.
              "For God... uuuuh... for God so gave His Son...mmmm, mmmmmmm,
mmmmm, Daddy! Daddy!" London moaned hungrily. The Reverend's curved cock
was hitting exactly the right spot in the jock bottom's sweet
ass. Rev. Harding pulled London's head back so he could talk into his ear.
              "Listen, boy. It's For God (THRUST!) so loved (THRUST!) the
world that he gave (THRUST!) his one and only (THRUST!) Son, that whoever
(THRUST!) believes in him (THRUST!) shall not perish but(THRUST!)  have
(THRUST!) eternal (THRUST!)  life."
              London's mouth was agape, his cock drooling onto the
expensive, lush carpet. Before now he had never even considered the
existence of Jesus as legitimate or even worthy of contemplation but now he
wasn't so sure. All he knew was "for God so loved the world that he gave
his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but
have eternal life." And cock. Cock cock cock cock cock.
              Eventually, London could feel the hot preacher slowing down,
probably about to end their session and take London away. But London needed
more. He smirked at his own idea. He opened the Bible again and began
really acting possessed, bouncing up and down the reverend's cock, biting
pages out of the Bible, and growling. It was hysterical at first, until the
reverend took this as a sign that the boy was in his final stages of
possession. He had to strike fast. Rev. Harding pushed the boy face-down
into the carpet and began banging away at his ass like a soldier
brandishing an enemy on the battlefield. He fucked with all his might,
bringing the boy back forcefully by grabbing onto the teen's developed
biceps.
              "UGH!" London groaned at the new intensity. His ass was spit
on again and spanked. The jock bottom's hole started spasming. That night,
Dr. Ringwald didn't bring London to anal orgasm, but the anger with which
the reverend was fucking him caused him to now. London's face lit up in
painful ecstasy as his whole bodacious body began to convulse due to the
intense workout from Reverend Harding's curved cock. "Mmmm! Mmmmmmmmmmm,
fucking fuck me, Daddy... mmmmm..." London moaned from his gut as he was
rammed into the carpet.
              The reverend looked down at the boy below him in perverse
amazement. The kid had just orgasmed without touching his dick. When this
subsided, Rev. Harding sat up and forced the kid down onto still
semi-clothed lap (so that London was facing away from him). London
whimpered at the sensation of the curved banana jamming into his prostate
"Huh! Huh! Huh!" London sighed, his cock still drooling and throwing up
boy-cum. Reverend Harding reached under London's jersey and squeezed the
jock's pecs as if they were breasts. He thrust his thick white cock upward
into the hot brown boy, causing more sperm to drool out of his semi-erect
phallus. The slutty jock bottom twitched his hole on the reverend's
extra-hard dick.
              That's when something happened. Rev. Harding grasped at his
heart and lay down on his back, his dick still embedded in the teen on his
lap. London looked back to see the reverend looking pained, gasping for
air, and clutching at his heart. "My bag! My bag, my medicine's in the top
part of my bag!"
            London fished it out in a hurry. "You have to give it to me!"
the reverend ordered.
              "Not so fast, Reverend. Not until you promise me you won't
tell take me back to the adoption agency or tell anyone what's been going
on between Dr. Ringwald and I. And I mean no one. Not even God in your
prayers at night." London dangled the medicine over Rev. Harding's head,
just out of reach.
              "Don't you try to blackmail me, boy! Now do as I say and hand
me that bottle!" His cock was still rock hard in the manipulative bottom's
ass despite the situation. Rev. Harding was bordering on a seizure, his
body flailing, his curved dick still massaging London's G-spot. The boy
moaned and bit his bottom lip.
              "Mmmmm... I'd hate to see this good cock go to waste. Promise
me, Reverend."
              "You manipulative Jezebel! I'll do more than send you to the
adoption agency, I'll make sure you're sent out of the STATE! You'll never
see my daughter or son-in-law or my grandchildren again. It's up to me to
maintain the godliness of this town and, as God as my witness, I'll make
sure you're never heard of again, you- you- you!" but he couldn't talk
anymore.
            London Harrison squeezed his ass on Rev. Harding's now spurting
dick. London put the medicine back in the black leather bag where it
couldn't be reached. Rev. Harding sat up and attempted to throw London
off. The two wrestled and fought as Rev. Harding orgasmed into the
manipulative bottom's plump bubble butt. He continued bouncing on top of
the struggling older man. "You made a big mistake when you decided to take
me on, REVEREND. You should have known I would do whatever it takes to
steal Dr. Ringwald from your stupid bitch of a daughter and their spawn. I
will make millions off of you Republican idiots. I'll find Papi and then
Papi, Dr. Ringwald, and I will buy a big house together and they'll both
fuck me all day!" London started laughing hysterically before jumping off
of the older man's curved, spent prick. Rev. Harding's vision was blurry,
but one of the last things he saw was a stream of his own cum (mixed in
with the doctor's) - the last cum load of his neo-conservative life -
dribbling out of the boy's tight ass. "Looks like you were right about
me. I've got to go now, Reverend. See you in hell."
              And that's when Reverend Harding saw it. What Maria had been
babbling about. There was a look in the boy's eyes that contained something
vile, something inherently evil.  As the preacher clutched at his heart,
turning red and purple, struggling to get up, London dragged the reverend
into the hallway so there would be no indication of what just happened. He
sucked the cum and juices off of the coughing preacher's cock so there
would be no trace. Then the teen picked up his video camera - "Got it!" -
and put it under his muscular arm. London buttoned up the man's pants for
him, wiped up any stray liquids. He didn't stick around to watch the angry
reverend, Mrs. Ringwald's father, fade in her own home. He had better
things to do. Still in just his jersey and socks, London crawled into bed
with the buffed, sleeping doctor and suckled the man's slick cock into his
smirking pussyboy mouth. And he stayed like that, ass in the air, 'til
morning.

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