Date: Sun, 6 Jan 2008 15:34:13 EST
From: Glaucon55@aol.com
Subject: Chapter 11 Punk Kids

Punk Kids: or Brent's Big Boner
October 16, 2005

Disclaimer:

If you are not yet 18 years of age, or if it is illegal to read materials
of this kind where you live, then please stop now. This story is for
adults, and contains descriptions of sexual activity between teenage boys
initiated by them and with older men. This story is completely fiction, all
descriptions and names are also made up, and any similarities are truly
just that, purely similarities. I do not engage in or condone sexual
activity between adults and teenagers which is regulated by law. These are
fantasies for sexual private sexual enjoyment, not for emulation in real
life.

I would appreciate comments on my writing which may be a bit rusty. I
certainly admire the good writers on the web, and consider myself still a
learner.  Please contact me at glaucon55@....

Chapter: 11 Father Richardson Pays Pennance

As they left the park, Johnny told Brent that he should try to get together
with Amy during the coming weekend, and explain why he had "chosen" not to
ejaculate when they had sex, because he wanted to respect her and protect
them from making a mistake.  After all, they were good Catholics, and both
wanted to have a committed relationship.  Johnny was of course merely
tightening the noose around Brent.  The reality was that Brent's cock was
locked away in Johnny's device and while he could achieve a throbbing
erection, he could not achieve a final expansion of his erection to achieve
any kind of release, just constant leaking and horniness.  In any case,
Brent was at least relieved to be allowed to get together with Amy, if for
no other reason that he could reaffirm to himself that he was straight and
his encounters with Father Richardson and Brent were forced on him, against
his will.

On Saturday night, Brent and Amy baby-sat her younger brother and sister,
when her parents went out to dinner and a show.  While eleven year old Trey
rubbed his boner into the sheets to give himself the third dry cum of the
day for the horny blond tow-head with the big feet, his ten year old sister
was in her room, rubbing her finger deep into her cunny, tickling her young
clit to achieve her own orgasm before she went to sleep.  Downstairs, the
heat of impending sex was making the room warm.  Once the kids were down in
bed and asleep, Brent and Amy were lip locked on the living room sofa, his
hand groping her desperately, and her hands roaming over his back and
chest.  Twenty-minutes later, Amy's legs were planted and spread at the
edge of the sofa, with Brent on his knees eating her pussy like he was in a
pie-eating contest, lashing her groove with his tongue, holding the
succulent and soft lips apart so he could scoop out her juices and assault
her sensitive clit.  God he loved the look of her sweet trench, furred with
blond hair that parted to reveal the ragged smooth lips.  As his fingers
had parted them, already wet with anticipation, he tickled and scratched
until her hips were grinding on the sofa and splaying even further.  When
he placed his thumb on her stubby clit and rubbed back and forth as the
fuck finger from his other hand sought her tight hole, Amy was whining, her
eyes closed tight surrendering to the delicious sensation of being frigged
by her handsome boyfriend.

Brent was successful in persuading her to let him give her pleasure and
protect both of them by refraining from taking out his cock, in spite of
the pain of having his restrained cock so erect under his shorts.  It hurt
even more, because Amy insisted on giving him some pleasure, so her hands
danced over the erect mound, grasping his boner through both shorts and
briefs, and frigging him.  Unfortunately, Brent could only bite his lips in
frustration, knowing that while he was leaking copiously into his briefs,
Amy's sweet hand could only torture his fat cock knob, and not allow him to
achieve ejaculation.  Instead, he focused on giving her pleasure, his
fingers pinching and plying her stiff nipples, and his tongue dipped
between her sticky cunt lips, trowelling her groove and lashing her clit,
Amy was helpless.  For a brief time anyway, Brent was in control during
sex, like he was when he was pitching on the baseball field.  When he
finally drilled his fuck finger up into Amy's tight cunt, and used his
thumb along with his tongue, to lick, suck, and stroke Amy's sensitive
labia and surprisingly large clit, Brent made her whinny and whine for
more.  As Brent's aching pecker drooled and throbbed in its prison inside
his jeans and briefs, Amy squealed and grunted her way through several
orgasms, "aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh..." turning from wholesome cheerleader to spread
out slut, determined to get her cums.  Her toes were pointed and legs
lewdly spread as she ground her sticky, engorged cunt lips against Brent's
relentless tongue and his sucking lips.  God every nerve in her body
tingled, and her tits ached as she squirted juice each time her pussy
contracted and her clit throbbed..."aaaaaiiiiiiiiiieeeeeee." Brent went home
later that night with the bluest balls, his almost fully erect penis
leaking in its trap, but with confidence that he was still a man who could
make girls beg for his attention.  The taste of Amy's tangy cunt still on
his lips and tongue.  Soon, he would be learning to enjoy other tastes.
Even as Brent was making Amy's toes point and curl while wave after wave of
her orgasms rolled through her body, Johnny was at home working on another
scheme to humiliate and debase the hunky teenage idol.

The day before Johnny had met with Brent and Darren in the Field House,
Johnny had sent an e-mail to Father Richardson.  Like the message to Brent,
earlier in the week, Father Richardson's e-mail had carefully selected
attachments of a video and pictures of the confessional encounter.  The
priest was shocked...and secretly excited, his cock hardening at the sight
of the materials he had received.  He sprung a raging erection as he
watched Brent ejaculate over his stroking fist, and listened to his own
words, taking control of the handsome teenager.  He knew he was in deep
trouble if any of this got out, but now he had a copy of what he had done
with other boys.  Moreover, there was more than one video.

Johnny discovered by chance that there were other boys (he forgot to switch
off the motion detector in the confessional booths), that availed
themselves of good Father's services.  He recorded Father Richardson with
the lanky star center of the middle school basketball team, Trevor
Stockton.  Trevor was fifteen and a half, but already 6' 3" tall with size
thirteen feet.  Not a beautiful boy like Brent, Trevor was a strong,
athletic redhead whose physicality made him attractive to girls and admired
by other boys.  But he was also awkward because of his height, and as a
consequence he was very shy around girls.  He had been jacking off since he
was twelve, and learned how good a blow job could be at thirteen when he
was sucked off by a sixteen year old camp counselor at a two week overnight
basketball camp.

The counselor had taken Trev under his wings, and made the shy redhead
blossom on the court earning the respect of the other boys.  But part of
the deal was coming to the counselor's tent at night after dinner to
discuss moves and strategy on the court.  Trevor was gullible and willing,
desperate to develop skills that would make him someone to respect among
his friends at school, instead of being the big, awkward "Lurch" that he
felt like.  On the second night he visited the coach's tent, Trevor was
given something in his soft drink that made him woozy and also made him
horny.  Before he knew it, he was on his back on the coach's bed his
t-shirt over his face, his arms pinned over his head, and his oversized boy
prick being sucked into two delicious ejaculations in a row.  The coach had
licked Trev from head to toe, suckling even on his big size ten feet, and
the long, ticklish toes till the red-head howled for mercy.  For two weeks
the bigger boy had taught Trevor how good it could feel to have someone
else's hands and lips on every inch of his body.  One night, when the coach
was doing bed checks, he had come into Trevor's cabin and slid his hand
under the sheets of Trev's upper bunk while the other boys in the cabin
were sleeping.  Trev woke up to the feel of thick fingers and a strong
hairy hand sliding over his chest, tweaking his nipples, and down his
stomach into his navel, and then into his sleeping shorts. The coach smiled
as he found Trevor's big penis already hard and wet from the simple
caresses, and he soon masturbated the big boy as he lay frozen in fear that
someone would awake.  The coach used both hands under the sheets, the
fingers of one hand explored his torso, pinched his tits, drilled into his
navel, while those of the other hand grasped Trevor's rampant erection.
The boy was helpless, horny to distraction and unable to resist a hand on
his constantly needy prick, he tried to control his desire to fuck the
older boys's relentless fist.  But he could not stop from driving his hips
upward and thrusting his sticky prong into the older boy's firm grip.
Slick, firm hands slid up and down his throbbing boy shaft and over and
over his sensitive cock knob.  Finally, Trevor uncontrollably lifted his
hips one last time as the other boy's palm rotated over his bloated cock
head wickedly, and he spurted boy milk into the sheets and blankets,
writhing silently from the excruciating sensations until the counselor
released his penis with another knowing smile in the dark, and left him
gasping.  Trevor had learned lots about basketball over the two weeks, and
even more about his cock and its ceaseless needs.

It was luck that put him and Father Richardson together.  He happened to go
to confession, blurted out how horny he was all the time, how often he
masturbated, and how difficult it was to get to know girls.  That was when
Father Richardson offered him salvation and a means of stopping his
masturbation that was occurring two to three times a day.  For the last
three months he had enjoyed twice weekly sessions in the confessional where
he came more than once. Fuck, the good divine had a magic mouth and
talented fingers, and Trev had a cock that seemed insatiable.

The second video Johnny had sent to Father Richardson attached to his
e-mail message was a clear film of Trevor standing in Chuck Taylor black
canvas high tops, with his shorts and boxers at his ankles.  Where the hair
on his head was bright red, matching the freckles on his face and
shoulders, the hair on Trev's big boy legs and arms was a thick strawberry
blond fur.  His body was pressed up against the empty frame where the
screen should be, his extraordinarily thick seven-inch penis, erect and
thrust through the opening.  He was gasping and grinding his hips, lost in
the delicious sensations being provided by the talented priest on the other
side of the screen.  His thin, pale foreskin was only partially retracted
in spite of the full erection, and the wide piss lips were slick with he
pre-fuck.  Father Richardson had reached one hand through the opening and
up under Trev's t-shirt, teasing his pale, red nipples through the thick
strawberry blond hair on his pecs, the other hand was fingering under his
balls to tickle the hairy, tight ass pucker, clenched from fear of invasion
by a pesky, rooting digit.  The priest's lips lowered down to the shaft,
and slobbered over the cock knob, seeking a way for his tongue to slip
under the delicate foreskin, as the big boy stabbed his erection through
the hole searching for a lip lock by the priest that would suckle the cum
out of his drooping and heavy-ladden testicles.  In the end, Father
Richardson vacuumed the fat cock head, and ran a fist up and down the shaft
sliding the skin off and onto the tender, sensitive glans, until the big
boy had squirted six long shots of teenage spooge down his throat.  Then he
had nursed the big red head into whimpers from his lashing tongue on the
sensitive knob, keeping the boy erect the entire time, his hips thrusting
and hunching to escape the priests greedy hold on him, and yet so
intoxicated by the excruciating friction on his boy dick.

By the time Father Richardson had finished seeing both of his videos and
the accompanying pictures, he was dripping in his briefs and unconsciously
rubbing his boner under his robe, terrified of the words that Johnny had
written and excited by the sex he had just seen:

Father Richardson, as you can see, I have pictures and videos of you
engaged in sex with underage teenage boys in the church.  I know there is
more, and you can be sure I have copies of it on tape.  You have one
choice; to secure a room in the rectory where we can have privacy and
preferably a large four poster bed.  You will appear there in your shirt
and collar and a pair of briefs.  Please reply to this e-mail and indicate
the proposed day and time.

Johnny did not sign the message, but it didn't matter.  Father Richardson
would respond, both because he was in abject fear of being exposed, and
because he could not make his prick go soft from the sheer excitement of
seeing himself with the boys he had seduced.  There was more than one slut
in the neighborhood, and Johnny was about to take advantage of that
knowledge.  Father Richardson picked a Wednesday morning from 9:00 a.m. to
1:00 p.m.  It took some work but with Johnny's direction, he had managed to
ask the junior high school to allow three boys (Johnny, Darren, and Brent),
to come to the church on the day proposed for some volunteer work.  No one
questioned a request from one of the parish priests, and so it was
arranged.  Soon Johnny would have Brent and Father Richardson performing,
one like a cock slut, and the other like a cock slave.  But he also wanted
to punish and humiliate the older male priest in front of the boys, to make
sure Brent understood that there was no one who could help him, and the
enjoy the prospect of making a mature adult his punk.

When the boys arrived at the rectory on Wednesday a.m., Father Richardson
took them through the empty church kitchen to a staircase that led down
into the basement.  In the basement were a number of storage rooms for old
furniture, food stores, and one room that apparently had been the living
quarters for the cook when the church had a live-in housekeeper for the
priests in an earlier era.  But the room had not been used in years.
Father Richardson had made sure it was clean, the bathroom in working
order, chairs to sit down upon, and the queen size four-poster bed covered
with clean linens.  He had even turned on the gas heater in the room an
hour earlier to get the room warm enough to use.  The other church fathers
were out of the parish visiting a neighboring town on church business, and
so Father Richardson had secured privacy for what was about to transpire.

Once they got into the room, and closed the door, Johnny took over.  He
instructed Father Richardson to strip down to his shirt, collar, and briefs
as his message demanded.  In spite of his obvious excitement, Richardson
was still hoping to gain the upper hand and steer this gathering to his
ends and needs.  But Johnny was firm, wearing the dark glasses he had worn
when he and Brent first met in his room, and now using a harsh voice of
confidence with the knowledge and power his tapes gave him.  Father
Richardson, understanding his situation and not accustomed to boys speaking
with such authority, hesitated then backed down.  Though he protested he
followed his instructions, and was soon standing in only his bulging
briefs, his shirt and priest's collar, sheepish and embarrassed at his
rampant condition.  At thirty-one the Father still had a naturally athletic
build, with well shaped, hairy legs.  His fully erect penis gave his sexual
excitement away under his briefs, and bolstered Johnny's cynical sense that
he was fully in charge.  A wry smile came over his face as he stared at the
priest's discomfort, a smile that only made Richardson lose any hope of
gaining control of the situation.

Next Johnny ordered both Brent and Darren to strip down to their briefs,
which both boys did a bit apprehensively, erect and restrained in their
respective cock sheaths.  Johnny put down his back pack which contained the
toys for use during the day, and a hand-held video camera to record the
action.  He remained dressed, emphasizing that he was in control though his
prick throbbed under his shorts, leaking boy drips from the intensity of
his own excitement.  When they were ready, Johnny had Darren cuff Father
Richardson's hands behind his back, and place a blindfold over the Father's
eyes, again in spite of the priest's entreaties and admonishing.  He had
Darren secure the ends of a short wooden dowel to each of the priest's
strong ankles, spreading them slightly apart.  Then he had Darren cuff
Brent's arms behind his back, and attach the wider spreader bar he had his
friend bring from his house, to the big boy's ankles. Then Darren picked up
the hand held video camera, plugged in the cord to an outlet and got ready
to film at Johnny's direction.  Johnny removed Brent's cock collar---(he
had another one at the end of the day for the priest).  When Brent saw the
camera, he tried to speak to Johnny, but the younger boy held up a gag, and
immediately Brent went silent and sullen.  At the same time, his prick was
again rock hard, betraying his sexual excitement much to his dismay.  Every
fucking time this punk kid had tied him up, Brent's cock had become a rigid
boner, drooling pre-fuck.  Resigned, he sat in a chair where Darren
directed him, helpless to do anything.

Ready for his performance, Johnny gave a speech he had been rehearsing in
the mirror at home: "Father, you're in big trouble.  You betrayed the trust
of our community.  You have been taking dudes into the confession booths,
and sucking their cocks, and masturbating them.  Look at you, even standing
in front of us now you've got a woody...your briefs are wet from your prick
dripping.  I bet you thought you were going to get us to let you suck our
cocks today, huh...well, you may suck cock, but it's gonna be on my terms,
not yours.  And before you do anything, you're gonna get a spanking.  Bring
him over Darren."

Darren went over to the bound, blindfolded priest blubbering his
indignations, and led him slowly to Johnny who was sitting in another chair
in the room.  Father Richardson shuffled slowly across the room, his bound
ankles making him slide one foot forward followed by the next, unsure of
his steps because of the blindfold.  He tried to speak earnestly to Johnny,
but that was no use.  No one else spoke or responded to his pleas, and soon
he was in front of Johnny.  "Well, let's see how horny you are father...my
dad says priests are married to the church...but if that's the case dude,
you got one fucking set of blue balls, huh Darren?"  Darren nodded
sheepishly, afraid to say anything that would humiliate Father Richardson
more, or get him in trouble with the church.  But Johnny did not care, he
knew the score.  He was in charge.  He reached up and roughly pulled down
the priest's white briefs, and let them snap under his heavy, hairy balls.
Father Richardson ample prick sprung up and out, wet with his excitement.
The shaft was a thick six inches in length pointing straight up at a 45
degree angle, with a fat, mushroom cap and wide corona.  Unlike the younger
boys, his cock was ribbed with veins around the pale shaft, and the ruddy
knob had a deep piss well, and a pebbled glans. "Time for you to repent
Father...lay over my knee."  Johnny and Darren helped the man lower himself
across Johnny's lap, his legs straight out and split apart by the wooden
dowel keeping them spread.  His cock landed between Johnny's legs, and
brushed up against the teen's shorts and his leg.  With his arms cuffed
behind him, and his briefs down below his firm, hairy buttocks, the priest
was about to undergo his own exorcism at the hands of a thirteen year old
punk kid.

Darrent was sent to get the video camera, and to set up from the side and
the rear to focus on Father Richardson's body, especially his ass and his
cock, rigid and thrusting against Johnny's leg.  As the camera began to
purr, Johnny's hand rose and both the camera lense and Brent's eyes were
glued to it as it came down with a slap on the young priest's ass cheeks.
Richardson jerked and gave a small yelp of surprise as Johnny's hand
continued to rise and fall.  "Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap...." the blows
landing in succession, drove the divine's hips forward and his short, hard
prick into Johnny's leg.  Each time Johnny landed a slap, he let his
fingers trail up the priest's ass crack, often sliding in between before he
raised it again and brought it down.  Father Richardson grunted each time
he received a blow, but gasped and groaned more than once when Johnny's
blunt fingertip slid between his cheeks, flirting with the hariy anal
pucker hidden between.  Secretly, the priest wished Johnny would plunge his
finger deep up his hole, and masturbate him anally...but Johnny was not
there yet.  He just wanted to tease Richardson, and expose his insatiable
sexual appetite.  After twelve firm slaps on the priest's ass, the red butt
cheeks were still firm and the priest's prick was on the verge of
exploding.  Johnny intended to drive him over the edge, but wanted to make
it part of his humiliation...and then punishment.

"Hey Father, yer pecker is trying to drive a hole in my leg, and yer
leaking all over the fucking place.  You know Dar, we better see if the
Father is okay.  Put on the glove and bring the lube over...."  Darren put
down the camera, turning it off for the moment, and followed his friend's
instructions.  Under his blindfold, Richardson's eyes widened, even as he
prayed for his wish to come true.  He turned his head, and spoke to Johnny
in a feeble and feigned attempt to stop what was about to happen.  "My son,
you've punished me, don't add to you sins and my own...please stop
now...don't do this," he whined.  But actually he was patiently waiting for
whatever Johnny had planned, his cock throbbing in anticipation, in order
to get the nudge he needed to relieve his aching boner still rubbing back
and forth against the boys leg, keeping him so close and yet not near
enough to cum.  Darren moved to the priest as Johnny directed, with a pair
of surgical gloves on one hand.  He opened a jar of Vaseline they had
brought, and dipping his finger in, he coated the digit fully.  Then Johnny
spread the priest's firm, hairy ass cheeks, and exposed the brown, ragged
lips of his anus.  Across the room Brent was entranced, his cock throbbing
and drooling from the sight of the priest who had been in control of his
cock a week ago, now sprawled across a thirteen year old kid's legs,
getting spanked and soon finger fucked by yet another kid.  He stared at
the priest's cock, bobbing in search of some rough surface to make it spit
ribbons of Catholic priest cum.  Darren's long index finger found the
button of Father Richardson's pucker, and began to gently scrape across it,
not wanting to hurt the man.  But this only made Richardson more excited,
tickling the entrance to a hole that he longed to have fucked, and was
already sensitive to any touch.  "Aaaaaahhhhhh, no!, what are you doing
Johnny, think of you soul....aaaahhhh, oh my God, no......
aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh...... oooooooowwwwww!"  Johnny smiled broadly as Father
Richardson's anal knot spasmed, and allowed Darren's insistent if clumsy
finger to slide in.  "OH NO...OH MY GOD.... OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!?  When Darren's
finger bumped into Father Richardson's healthy and fat prostate, it sent
the needy priest over the edge...and he howled in satisfaction as his cock
ejected ropes of thick, tangy sperm, over Johnny's leg and onto the floor.
The ass muscles gripped Darren's finger like a vice, clenching each time
the bound priest ejaculated.  "OOOOOHHHHHHH....AAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH! Johnny,
was delighted...now he had the pretext he wanted to humiliate the priest
even more!

Johnny's bare leg was coated with priest cum, a thick and copious load,
slowly sliding through his leg hairs.  "Kay Father, now get down on your
knees, and lick up the cum you got all over me...fuck you spooged all over
my fucking leg!  Now get down there and lick it up!"  Johnny moved his legs
so the blindfolded, cuffed and hobbled priest would slide to the floor.
When he didn't move to follow Johnny's instructions, the boy took a small
fly-swat he brought with him and landed a strike across the Devine's firm
ass cheeks.  Richardson jumped, and immediately lowered his head, snarfing
up the sticky residue of his ejaculation off the boy's leg, his head
directed by Johnny's firm hand.  "Yeah, that it's Father, lick up your
scum, suck your own fucking crud instead of sucking the juice out of our
boy balls...oh, yeah, that's it, get it all...taste good Father, like the
taste of your own fuck sauce?"  Richardson said nothing, but his tongue
spoke eloquently as it searched every part of Johnny's leg for remnants of
the ejaculation.  In the meantime, the good Father had sprung another
woody, his boner hard and leaking again, in anticipation of having more sex
with the boys who were now supervising his cock.

As Father Richardson finished his humiliating task, Johnny spoke again to
Darren.  "Good work Dar, now let's take our buddies into the bathroom...so
they can piss before we start."  They led Richardson's mature form, and
Brent's perfect teen proportions into the small bathroom.  There they
grasped the two men's penises, aiming them at the toilet bowl standing next
to each other so that they not only had to watch each other pee, but watch
as each other's penis was held by one of the boys.  Johnny put his free
hand to good use, taping the scene and the expression of humiliation on
Brent's face, and Father Richardson's when Darren took off his
blindfold. The Father's was already hard from the spanking and his fat
helmet, like Brent's was wet with clear juice.  Brent's bow was also fully
erect, and the touch of Johnny's hand only exacerbated his condition.  It
took ten minutes for the two men, standing side by side, shackled and
hobbled to piss while their cocks were held, and they were caught on
camera^×but they finally made it through the ordeal.  When the last drops
of urine trickled into the bowl, both Johnny and Darren shook the meaty
cocks, and then thumbed the big prick knobs, making Brent and Richardson
shudder and sway from the sweet sensation, their cocks throbbing from the
combination of their humiliation and their slutty excitement at their
situation.

As the boys led them back into the bedroom, each toyed with the captives
already stiff nipples, gently pinching and scratching them, and at the same
time, jerked softly on their pulsing boners.  It looked so hot to see these
hobbled men with their erect peckers bouncing in front of them, shuffling
to the middle of the room, occasionally hissing and hunching from the
tweaking of their sensitive teats.  Then Johnny spoke: "Brent, the last
time you and the priest were together, he gave you a big cum, but you
didn't do anything for him.  We're gonna change that today.  Get down on
your knees dude, now."  Brent gave Johnny his customary "aw dude, please
don't make me do this" look, pleading with his eyes and expressions, but
already at the point where he did not say the words.  Johnny just shook his
head, and pointed to the floor...that's when Father Richardson stepped in
one more time, hoping against hope to take charge by cowing the young teen.

With a firm voice of clerical authority, he spoke up: "Johnny----my son,
please don't do this.  I was working with Brent and other boys to prevent
them from the sin of self-abuse, and to preserve their honor with women...
don't humiliate this boy for trying to save himself in the eyes of God."
Johnny looked at Father Richardson with a look of incredulity that belied
his age..."Aw common Father, don't give me that crap.  You saw the video I
sent you...were you sucking Trevor's cock to `save' him in the eyes of God?"
Brent wheeled around and looked at the priest with total shock as he
listened to Johnny's comments.  Brent didn't say it, but he was thinking
"Trevor Stockton, the big dude on the middle school b-ball team^×I can't
believe it...Father Richardson is like the middle school cocksucker."  But
the priest was not going to stop, he needed to try and wrest control of the
situation from this thirteen-year old kid.

"My son, this is wrong...no matter what you think I have done, this is
wrong.  Please release me, now."  But Johnny had expected that an adult
like Richardson would try more than once to intimidate him, and make his
plan fall apart.  The same tactic he used to keep Wes from trying to scare
Darren he would use to keep Father Richardson quiet---a gag.  In the case
of the priest, though, he would make him feel like a slave...not a victim.
He nodded to Darren who went to the bag and pulled out a ball gag made from
a whiffle ball and velcro straps.  In seconds, Darren had the priest
gagged, and only air hissed from the holes in the whiffle ball as he
protested, and tried to speak.  In addition, he had Darren clip two wooden
clothes pins on the priest's firm, pointed tits.  Johnny returned to
Brent..."get down dude, you don't want us to go off on you."  With Darren's
help, the big boy went down to his knees on the thick area rug on the
floor, his spreader bar still attached, and his cock still hard and arched
up, continuing to leak as usual.

Johnny walked over to the bound and gagged priest, and grasped his still
erect boner, its tip sticky with excited emissions.  The thirteen-year old
thumbed the fat cock tip yet again, making the priest hunch and tremble
from the delicious friction of the boy's grazing finger pad.  Then Johnny
took hold of the penis, and aimed the slightly smaller but still bloated
head towards Brent's handsome face, and rubbed it against the bigger boy's
cheek.  Brent closed his eyes, and moved his head, trying to avoid contact
with another man's sex organ, but Johnny pulled Father Richardson a foot
closer, so the six inch prong now would have access to Brent's entire face.
Darren followed Johnny's orders, and got down on the floor between Brent's
spread thighs, using one hand to hold the fifteen year olds strongly arched
wiener, and using his other hand to gently slide his fist up and down the
shaft, occasionally palming the bulging glans soaking in Brent's copious
pre-slop.  Each time Darren's rough fist, barely making contact with
Brent's shaft, would graze the throbbing boy boner, Brent would groan out
loud and thrust his hips in search of more contact.  Johnny sure knew the
dude.  Who would have guessed that a good looking, athletic dude, like
Brent would be such a horny fuck..wanting his dick rubbed and stroked all
the time.  But it did not matter, whatever Johnny said was what went...and
Darren was throbbing in his own briefs still locked in his cock cage,
leaking himself from the excitement of dominating these older guys and
making them perform as sex slaves.

Johnny used Richardson's pulsing prick, leaking more and more, and after
basting Brent's complete face, his nose, his eyes, his chin and Adam's
apple, he took the fat glans and rubbed it across Brent's lips.  Brent
whose eyes were closed was whimpering from a combination of Darren's
tantalizing masturbation and the humiliation of having another guy's dick
rubbed across his face.  Suddenly he opened his eyes wide as the bloated
member coated his lips with the priest's sticky residue.  He couldn't keep
quiet any more, and spoke in pleading tones to Johnny..."Aw shit dude,
please, don't do this Brent, don't put his thing against my mouth...common
dude, please...I think I'll be sick, don't do it, pleeaaaassse.  I've done
everything that you wanted, don't make me taste his crud...please dude,
please."

But Johnny could see Brent's erection throbbing and continuing to leak as
Darren's fist slowly jacked the big boy penis in spite of his protests, and
Brent was breathing deeply and without any hint of gagging.  He wasn't
going to be sick, that would interrupt getting his prick jerked...no he'd
complain but he'd take it.  Johnny ignored the boy's pleas, and as Brent
spoke, deftly slid the Father's thick cock knob into Brent's protesting
mouth, across his tongue and held it there.  Brent gasped, and gagged
slightly, unable because of his shackles to move.  The Father's firm, fat
glans rolled over his tongue as he tried to speak to insist that Johnny
take the cock out of his mouth.  "Ooooop..it..., ooooooo, ghhhhhet daaaaat
iiiiinnng ooowwwwt a mmmaaaahhhh moooouuufth..." Instead, the vibration of
his voice and the movement of his tongue, swirling to help form words that
were lost against the sticky boner, only made the priest hiss through his
gag from the ticklish sensations and even move his hips to get more contact
from the wet, soft mouth.  Fuck, it had been a while since Father
Richardson had his prong soaking in the mouth of a teenage boy, and the
sensation was making him forget every vow he had made to the church.
"Aaaaahhhhhh" the Father moaned, glad to feel Brent's mouth on his aching
prick, especially its sensitive knob.  For ten minutes, Johnny kept the
priest's pulsing boner just inside of Brent's mouth, making short fucking
motions to both stimulate the helpless priest, and to torture the resisting
teenager.  He ordered the jock hunk to lave the tingling penis with his
tongue, and as he reluctantly did so, Father Richardson groaned in lustful
satisfaction, unable to hide his shameful enjoyment of the teen
cocksucker's efforts: "aaaaaaaahhhhh..... yessssss, oh God forgive me......
aaaahhh, oh, it's so good....ooooohhhhhh, my sweet Jesus.... Aaaaaawwwwwww!"
Eventually, Brent gave up trying to speak after a couple of minutes, and
his tongue tentatively lashed the pebbled corona of the divine, making it
throb and tickle even more from the delicious contact, eliciting squeals of
pleasure from the older man.

After this exercise in controlling Father Richardson and humiliating Brent,
Johnny was ready for the next step.  He had Darren help Brent up from his
knees, and took the shuffling father, once again attempting to speak
through his gag, to the queen size bed.  He had the father sit on the edge,
and then he and Darren lifted the priest's shackled and spread legs up and
pivoted him to the center of the bed.  Then they loosened his cuffed arms
and slipped them into velcro restraints they had put on the two posts at
the head of the bed.  Now the Father was stretched out in the center of the
bed, spread-eagled because of his legs were attached to the spreader bar.
Then they used longer rope to loop through the ankle restraints on the bar,
and hoisted the Father's legs up towards his head, forcing his back to
arch.  They shoved a firm pillow from the one stuffed chair in the room
under his lower back to support him, then let his knees dangle down towards
his head, tying the bar to the top posts of the old wrought iron bed.
Father Richardson was now doubled over, his hairy ass pucker open and
spread for all to see, his turgid boner jutting towards his face, still wet
and hard.

Then the boys unhooked Brent's spreader bar and placed a blind-fold over
his eyes.  They helped him up onto the bed.  Johnny instructed him to climb
over Richardson's chest, and lower his ass onto the Father's face, with his
torso and head facing toward the bottom of the bed.  When he was in
position, they unbuckled the priests gag, and then lowered Brent so that
his hairy, but clean ass hole, was over the divine's mouth.  That way they
didn't have to gag the priest, Brent did it for them.  Then they slipped
Brent's spreader bard under the priest's neck with a towel to protect him,
and tied Brent's ankles back to the bar now under the Father's neck,
leaving Brent's hands cuffed behind his back.  Father Richardson smelled
the musky scent of Brent's boy hole, sullied only by the ball sweat and ass
sweat between the hairy cheeks.  It was intoxicating, and helpless to
resist the masculine aromas, he automatically slipped his tongue out of his
mouth and began attacking the muscular anal knot and hairy veil that
protected Brent's rectum for unwarranted intrusions.  Brent gasped the
moment the soft, wet tongue scraped across his sensitive anus, and his toes
flexed reflexively from the sweet sensation of the muscular tongue,
stabbing and lashing his boy pussy.

Darren got up on the bed, and following Johnny's instructions, he slipped
his right index finger into Brent's mouth and told the fifteen year old
baseball jock to suck it.  With his other hand, he toyed with Brent's stiff
tits, tickled his Adam's apple and scratched into the big boy's ears.  The
distractions allowed Johnny to fasten around both Brent's and Father
Richardson's coronas under their respective glans, circlets of pliant, soft
wire soldered to long, insulated connecting wires, attached to Johnny's old
electric train transformer which was plugged into an outlet next to the
bed.  While Brent's big boy prong curved up wickedly from his crotch,
Father Richardson's stiff boner aimed down towards Brent's.  Johnny then
coupled both cock knobs together with a circlet, while their respective
cock knobs were bound with the electric coils.  Within seconds as Father
Richardson lapped and wriggled against the grinding anus of the middle
school star in his effort to enjoy a pleasure he had not had in months,
Johnny turned up the voltage on the electric train transformer.  A low
level electric buzz zapped through both erect organs, making their cock
heads expand, and pre-cum to drool out from the intense tingling sensation.
But since both cock heads were tethered together, the movement of both men
made them grind against each other's sensitive glans, helplessly
masturbating each other from the current making them shake and twitch.
Both were caught off-guard and both began to moan, one into the ass that
now muffled his entreaties, and the other out load from the awesome
sensation of the current vibrating his prick to the core against the other
stiff erection.

Since Brent was able to speak his groans were music to Johnny's ears:
"aaaaaagggghhh, oh man, dude, what're doing...aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh, it's buzzing
my dick, ooooohhhhhh, fuck, what is that....aaaaaaaahhhhhhh, I can't stand
it, oh Fuck, ah shit...., aaaaaaaggggghhhh."  Father Richardson could not be
heard clearly, but the good news was that his tongue thrust straight out,
and speared the tender anus of the boy jock.
"Mmmmmmmpppppffffff.... uuuuuugggghhhhhhh.... ooooggggghhhh."  The more the
priest tried to speak, the more his lips caressed Brent's sensitive anal
opening, making the ragged cleft clench and spasm around the wriggling
intruder.  That brought even more from Brent: "Fuck, Father, stop moving
you mouth....Christ, what're doing...., it's inside, aaaaawwwwww, no, it
tickles, stop, aaaagggghhhh..., I can't control it...fuck, shit....oh
jesus...my dick, my ass...aaaaaahhhhh!"  Coupled with Darren's furtive
fingers, moving here, there and anywhere they could elicit sexual
stimulation from Brent, the big boy was dissolving into a teenage buck in
heat.  He began to bounce gently on the Father's face, grinding his anal
pucker over the roving lips and intruding tongue.  His strongly curved
curved cock was rigid, leaking streams of his pre-ejaculate and throbbing
from the buzzing electric current coursing into the prong just under the
flared knob, and his nipples were stiff and aching as Darren's wet fingers
twisted, plucked, and scratched them.  The electric current was focused
right where Brent's circumcision scar rested under the glans, making the
bloated cock knob throb from an unbelievable sensation.  As Johnny watched
the helpless jock on the bed, his cock spasmed in his briefs and spurted
out the streams of boy juice that were pent up in his balls.  He could not
stop himself, the excitement of having the priest, Brent and Darren all
under his thumb and performing for him was too much.  He closed his eyes,
momentarily as his cock pulsed through its orgasm.  The sound of his
transformer buzzing, the jerking, helpless Brent with his cock rigid but
unsatisfied pulsing against the priest equally hard prong, had sent him
over the edge.  But it stayed hard, and the he forced himself to stay
focused, not wanting to stop the incredible scene before him.

The same tingling that drove Brent to distraction was making Father
Richardson buck his hips and lash out with his tongue as he made a futile
attempt to beg Johnny to stop the buzzing of his cock knob.  The brunt of
the tingling was focused on his corona, reverberating through his loins,
all the way to his toes, his finger-tips scrabbling where they were
tethered over his head, his lips and even his teeth feeling the low level
electric charge buzz through them.  His cock head expanded every five to
ten seconds, throbbing for release, but unable to achieve it at the voltage
set.  Johnny watched as both Brent's toes, and the good father's, curled
and crimped from the tingling running through their bodies.  But he had one
more special surprise for Richardson.  He took a small metal dildo, five
inches long but only one inch wide, and circled it at the end with wires
that were attached to a small battery pack.  He lubed up the front of the
bullet nose head and reaching between the priests legs, under his heavy
sweating balls, he used a lubricated index finger to gently worm into the
Father's sensitive anus.  Richardson yelped when he felt the finger intrude
into his bowels, and in his frenzy, his tongue thrust deeper into Brent's
tender teenage fundament.  Brent's finger drilled in, seeking the hard fuck
nut that he knew lay inside.  Then he took the paint brush he had used on
Wes, and swiped it across Richardson's prick head as his finger fucked in
and out of the bound cleric.  When the already over-wrought priest felt the
scratching sensation of the brush bristles across his pusling glans, he
reflexively let go of his sphincter and Johnny was able to slide the little
prod he had fashioned up into the hot furnace of Richardson's rectum.  The
priest groaned and for a moment lost concentration on the sweet agony of
his bristled glans already buzzing from the electricity, but when Johnny
switched on the battery pack and the little bullet shaped prod came to
life, wriggling and whirring up the young priest's fundament, he nearly
fainted.  The nose of the prod rested against the priest's thick prostate,
and when it started to hum, he lifted his mid-section off the bed in spite
of his shackles, and his lips went into high gear on Brent's anus just from
the yelling.  "AAAAAiiiiiiieeeeeeee, Aaaahhhhhhh,
NNNNnnnnnnnnooooo.... Gggggggggggrrrrrrrrrrrrr", Father Richardson groaned
as the buzzing in his ass merged with the one around his throbbing
glans. The Catholic slut priest, Father Richardson was getting the kind of
punishment he deserved, and ironically, that he craved.

"Yeah Darren, check it out dude, look at `em go..." Johnny laughed as both
Brent and Father Richardson writhed and bucked helplessly in their bonds,
their erect organs covered in coating clear pre-sap, pulsing from the
electric current running through their cock heads, and the stimulation of
their butt holes.  Johnny used a cut down paint brush on each of the two
throbbing peckers and within five minutes, the two grunting males, the
thirty-year old priest and the fifteen-year old jock hunk had reached the
moment to wail: "AAAAAAIIIIEEEEE, AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, OOOOOOHHHH
FFFFFUUUUUUCCCCCKKK, NNNNNNNOOOOOO, AAAAAWWWWW GGGGOOOOODD
HHHHAAAAALLLLPPPP AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH!"  Neither one had ever experienced
something so intense.  Every fiber in their bodies was rigid and the whole
world seemed centered at their assholes and cock heads!  Then the
explosion!

Brent could not control his own flexing cock, the knob flared going glass
smooth, then the deep, long piss lips opened, spitting out ropes of boy
crud, as the electric current continued to buzz the helpless glans.
"Nnnnnoooool..... stop, no more, aaaaaahhhhhhh, yer killn' me....dude, stop!
STOP!....aaaaeeeeeeiiiiiiii!"  But even as he squealed, his penis kept
throbbing, spitting, and drooling, draining every bit of the cum to satisfy
the boy's unquenchable sex lust and the relentless and merciless
machinations of the electrical devices. Johnny let the soft, but firm,
bristles in his hands dance around the bloated cock heads and when Father
Richardson heard Brent cum, his penis followed and he began joining Brent's
exclamations and cries.  Johnny stood mesmerized as the mature priest's
piss lips opened wide, and long, thick spurts of adult nut cream burped
out, his penis remaining painfully erect and strummed by the bristles and
current as he ejaculated.  "MMMMMMPPPPPHHHHH, AAAAAAAAAEEEEIIIIIII...
mmmmppppphhhhhh!" he yelled into Brent's hairy crack.  Johnny's hand stayed
one track with both ejaculating organs, making sure to work their flared
cock knobs as they spewed cum, high and far.

As their cries turned hoarse and became groans, Johnny kept the bristles of
the two brushes gliding back and forth over the thick cock heads, but
softly, just grazing them lightly, adding to the excruciating tickle on the
peckers of the two bound captives being artificially kept hard after their
ejaculations by the electric current running through them.  For sixty
seconds after they had ejaculated, Johnny tickled their aching glans and
coronas while he left the electricity running on both cock heads and up
Father Richardson's rectum.  Their gasps and weary groans of sweet agony
filled the room, but their hard dicks never flagged.  Then he mercifully
switched the transformer and the battery pack off, and both men gulped for
air, their bodies trembling, and their cocks shuddering from the
overwhelming sensitivity. In the meantime, Darren had left off his
stimulation of Brent's body, and picked up the video camera, carefully
making sure to keep Johnny's face out of the scenes, and filming as the two
men's cock were masturbated after their cums.

Johnny had succeeded once again, and Brent McDermott, middle school jock
stud had cum like a champ, his teenager body designed to spew sperm like
there was no tomorrow.  Now he had an adult, and a priest of all people, to
help him in his schemes, and to follow his orders. Plus, the priest shot
cum like a punk kid, spewing his gism high, and never going soft.  Before
they left, he had Father Richardson suck Darren's complete body from the
sensitive boy toes, to the even more sensitive boy ears.  He had his friend
strip and lay out on the bed, arms and legs spread, and the divine, was
instructed to start at Darren's big boy feet, and suck and lick up his
body, eventually ending at his anus and then his long suffering cock knob.
Johnny had uncaged Darren, and the boy bounced his ass on the bed as the
voracious priest's lips locked under his corona per Johnny's instructions
and vacuumed the young teen's pulsing prick head.  With a shout, Darren
came, reaching up unconsciously to force the Father's head down on his
cock, but unable to pry it loose after he had finished spitting his boy
spunk, and the priest was allowed to torture the captive cock knob for a
few minutes, while Darren writhed and squealed on the bed, begging Johnny
to make the sucking Richardson stop.  Johnny just smiled, and jerked his
own hardened boner, enjoying every minute of Darren being held captive by
the horny priest's talented mouth and fingers, helpless to escape them.
And all the while, Johnny's video camera kept shooting.

Then he had the Priest get on his knees on the bed, and lean backwards to
rest on his palms, forcing his chest and still erect cock, to thrust
outwards.  The he told Brent get on the bed and masturbate the cleric until
he ejaculated into his free hand.  After ten minutes of his rough palm,
calloused from throwing baseballs, Brent coaxed another load from the
priest's cock as the devine whined and gasped staring at the beautiful boy
masturbating him.  Brent followed each instruction Johnny gave, stroking
over Richardson's already sensitive and abused cock knob till the priest
wailed for relief, and stripping down the thick cock stalk until he had
captured all of Richardson's cum in his other palm.  He looked to Johnny to
see what he should do with the white, viscious goo on his palm, and then
cried out when Johnny told him to lick his palm clean.  "That's sick," he
shouted, "no, I wont' do it, that's the final fucking straw, I'm not gonna
lick up this queer priest's crud...shit, common dude, don't ask me to do
it...no, hell no...please...Christ, gimme a break!"  That was a big mistake,
because Johnny knew he had to prove that he was ultimately in control.  In
angry tones he ordered the priest and Darren to help him tie Brent out on
the bed and gag him with the ball gag he had used on the Father earlier.
Brent tried to resist, but Johnny told him that one more outburst or any
resistance, and he would send Brent's photos out just as he got home.
Brent, did as he was told, and Johnny had Darren get a spoon and scoop up
the gism on Brent's palm, then stick it in the teenager's resisting,
protesting mouth.  Brent gagged, but swallowed, and allowed the three to
secure him to the bed.

Then all three picked up small, soft bristled tooth brushes, and began at
different parts of Brent's body.  Darren was at his feet, the priest at his
face, neck underarms and nipples, and Johnny took his abs, his navel, his
balls, asshole, and of course the big boy cock. Once in place, and ready,
he removed Brent's gag so he could gasp for as much air as he needed.  At
Johnny's command, the bristles descended in union, attacking the muscular
teenage hunk with one hand, and using the other to tickle and stimulate him
as well.  In seconds they had turned him into a bucking bronco, begging and
pleading for his life.

"IIIIIEEEEEEEEE.... Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha...... NO, NO.....OH GOD, I'M
SORRY ...PLEASE, DUDE, JONNY, CHRIST, HELP.... AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH, NO,
NO....FATH....ER...RICH....ARDSON... [he gasped] HELP ME...AAAAAAAAGGGGGHHH, NO,
HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA, HA...... Darren was devastating on Brent's big
boy feet, separating the toes, getting under the balls of his feet, and
into his instep and on the soles.  Brent's powerful feet, that pounded the
baseball field, were pale and helpless before the onslaught of the wicked
tooth brushes.  And Johnny took delight in slowly ascending the curved mast
of the boy's slender but rigid prong, gradually making his way to the
circumcision scar, the wide corona, and the bulging glans.  The priest was
cruelly working on Brent's Adam's Apple, under his nostrils, in his ears,
and over his wriggling palms.  Johnny flailed his head, waved his hands and
curled and uncurled his toes in a pitiful attempt to escape his punishment
for disobeying Johnny.  But he was trapped, and Johnny determined to make
him an example to the priest and to Darren.  Words stopped coming from
Brent's lips, instead he just squealed and laughed until his cock erupted
again, and Johnny's fist closed around it one last time to milk and work
it, till Brent promised he would never resist Johnny again, his ass
grinding into the bed as if trying to bore a hole to escape Johnny
relentless palm.  Then he was forced to lick up his own spunk out of spite
for his earlier refusal, and this time from Johnny's fist, gagging, but
completely consumed.

Before they left, Johnny made the priest get up on the bed, and masturbate
with one hand while the boy's watched, and filmed.  It was the final
humiliation for the priest, who firm body rocked from the sensations of his
own fist working one more load from his sticky prong, forced to concentrate
again on his over-wrought knob.  Then all three were locked into their
respective cock restraints. Johnny's cock was the last serviced, by all
three men, on their knees, till he spurted a load onto their faces and
shuddered from the delicious pleasure.  Even as he finished, he smiled
broadly in his triumph in anticipation of his next session, milking their
unruly boners, and making them do his bidding.

To be continued...I appreciate all the comments I have received since I
began posting this story.  Since this is my first written work on my own in
two years, I will continue to look forward to hearing from
you. Glaucon55@aol.com