Date: Thu, 06 Jul 2006 18:17:15 +0000
From: Heywood Jameetme <suitandtieguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Discipline Encounter #23 - Saturday w/Fr. Brian

Spending the weekend with Father Brian had been lovely so far, but before
the end of the second day I would see a whole other side of the man. I awoke
Saturday morning to find a note on the nightstand. It was from Father and it
read, "Meet me for morning prayer in the basement chapel, 9 AM, wear
nothing." This was intriguing and exciting. I showered and ate breakfast
before descending to the finished basement's prayer room. It was exactly
nine AM and Father Brian was already there knelt in prayer. I removed my
bathrobe and knelt beside him on a second kneeler completely naked. In his
black clerical suit he was a vision of handsomeness, a truly beautiful man.
He began to read from the Liturgy Of The Hours and I answered when
appropriate. The stark contrast between his black suit and my nakedness was
something to behold. When prayers were complete, Father stood and approached
me from behind, slipping a buttplug into my anus.
"Leave this here all day and you will please me", he said. Buttplugs have
never been my cup of tea but if it made him happy, it would suffer the
temporary discomfort.
The plan for my attending that afternoon's Vigil Mass was for me to enter
the church's sacristy before Mass and pretend to re-introduce myself to him
and whoever else was there. This would cover my presence for the rest of the
weekend and avoid any suspicions caused by it. I was OK with this but never
expected what occured.
At the appropriate time, I entered the sacristy and he shook my hand and
berated me about my weight! Acting like he hadn't seen me in years and WOW
had I gotten fat! The other guys around laughed hysterically but I was
really hurt. I sat there through Mass with his damn buttplug stuck up my ass
but I was the brunt of his bad jokes? There would be a reckoning.
When he finally returned to the rectory, he looked at me and knew I was
angry. He began to approach me and I threw the buttplug at him! "How could
you?", I screamed, "embarrassing me in that way?!". He drew close to me and
hushed me sweetly with light kisses on my face and lips. Apologizing
profusely, he explained that it was necessary to continue the illusion that
even though we might be seen together, we could never be lovers with him
being such a verbally insensitive jerk.
He was right, it was totally believable, even I fell for it! He pecked at my
neck with sweet wet kisses and stroked me with such romantic righteousness
that it wasn't long before he stripped me nude and had me on my knees with
his erection sliding in and out of my mouth once again. I was powerless
before his seductive abilities. After cumming in my mouth, we showered
together, stopping once for him to pee on my ass and legs. He hog-tied me
with velvet ropes and took photos of my helplessness before fucking my ass
and mouth both in turn. After washing me in the shower himself, he ordered
me to retire and again avoid masturbation in preparation for Sunday's big
event wherein I would finally be alowed to orgasm. Come Sunday afternoon, he
certainly had a big surprise for me..............
Until then, love Heywood, "the Cathoic Priest's Pal".