Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2013 13:00:32 -0700
From: Dark Broski <darkbroski@gmail.com>
Subject: Daddy, The Devil, and Me: Day 3 Part 2

DADDY, THE DEVIL, AND ME : DAY 3 Part 2

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Day 3 - Afternoon
Location: Interior Saint Margaret of Cortona Catholic Cathedral

Father Nicholas was sitting in his office. He had just gotten into the
church. The great cathedral was huge. Probably much too huge for such a
small town. If every single person in town showed up on Sunday Mass the
place still wouldn't be halfway filled. However everyone seemed to support
the church and since it was normally only open on Sundays, except for when
he came in to do some light book keeping on weekdays, it wasn't too
expensive to keep running.

Father Nicholas was the only real ethnic man in town. He had some Hispanic
heritage. He didn't know exactly from where, but he figured it was from
South America. It's part of why he joined the church. Growing up he felt
very different, but with faith, and similar beliefs and customs, he was
able to identify with his peers where in other ways he couldn't. He was in
his mid 30s, and still a little new to this specific part of
Massachusetts. He'd been there for about 5 years after the old Priest died.

He hadn't made very many friends. But he liked that. He saw his life was
meant to help people through difficult times. And when people needed to
confess things, it was easier for when they didn't know him socially. This
gave him plenty of down time to go running, work out, take care of his body
the way he took care of his church and spirituality. He was slender, but
had quite a bit of muscle mass.  Specifically his chest and back. His
biggest vice was he felt he had too much pride, it being one of the sins,
he just couldn't help but admire his own body sometimes. But he kept this
to himself and tried to repent for it almost after every workout session.

His dark combed, slick hair, the hint of a goatee forming, the priest
looked very modern besides his garb. He would wear the traditional black,
with white collar.

He was a very friendly and understanding guy, always willing to listen. His
biggest challenge in life would be the topic of masturbation. He is a
virgin, and very proud to stay pure for his lord. He's only jacked off once
before, and felt guilty about it for months so refused to ever do it
again. He wants to be an example to all the young men in town, but he
cannot deny that sometimes he wakes up hard.

He specifically wants to be an example to this young man by the name of
Derek. He seemed to never be understood, which is how Father Nicholas felt
growing up. The problem is Derek rarely came to church and if somehow his
dad got him to go, he always acted out and created disruptions. Father
Nicholas actually made it one of his goals to save Derek's soul, and show
him how to be calm, and settle down.

Anyway, this particular afternoon he was going through the books, making
sure there was enough money for the church to keep running the next few
months before he had to ask for more donations. He hated asking for money
from this small town.  Everyone was so generous.

He was lost in this book keeping when he heard a knock at the office door,
which was propped open. He looked up and saw two guys who came usually once
a month to service. They were brothers he believed.

"Hello? Anybody home?" Daryl flashed his smile at Father Nicholas.

"Hello! Come on in." Father Nicholas said as he stood up to great them.

"Oh stay there Father," said Daryl as he stepped forward. Gabe right behind
him.  Daryl sat down in one of the seats on the other side of his desk. And
propped his feet up on Father Nicholas?s desk. Father Nicholas sat back
down. Intrigued as to what brought these two to him. Gabe quietly sat down
without saying anything. He looked like something was on his mind.

"How can I help you boys?" asked Father Nicholas. He was trying to be
polite, but he couldn"t help but notice something strange. Daryl was
wearing very short jean shorts. So short he thought he could kind of see
his dick. Gabe also was wearing no shirt, just a jean vest and work boots,
and his shorts were even shorter than Daryl's.  Not typical clothing for
this area. But her surmised that it was very hot out, so let it go.

"Father, I'm not sure if you know us but I'm Daryl, and this is my brother
Gabe."  Daryl nodded towards his brother while speaking. His legs seemed to
flex when he said his brother's name. On the flipside, Gabe's eyes seemed
to sparkle when Daryl said his name, and became more engaged and attentive.

"Yes, I recognize you. Your father is mayor isn't he?"

"Oh yeah. Dad's the best!" Gabe beamed. Father Nicholas wasn't sure but it
almost looked like Gabe was stroking himself. The way his hand was laying
there on his lap kept giving an illusion his fingers were moving up and
down. "Must be the light."  Father Nicholas thought.

"Yes," continued Daryl, "However, we came because my brother has something
he must confess. And it cannot wait."

"What is it child?" asked Father Nicholas looking at Gabe.

"Err...umm...uhh..." Gabe stuttered. Obviously fidgeting in his
seat. Almost as if he had an itch that needed to be scratched.

"Well, I think it's a little embarrassing for him to say looking at
you...don't you have one of those...boxes?" mentioned Daryl.

"Oh! The confessional? Why yes yes. If that makes things easier. Of course!
Let's go there." Father Nicholas felt bad. He should have suggested that
before asking Gabe what was wrong. He was still young, and learning how to
properly interact with others in such situations. He hadn't had someone
need to confess anything since Drake's son Adam was worried he had demons
inside of his dick, making it hard.  What a long conversation that was.

"I'll just stay here if you don't mind. Give you guys even more privacy,"
said Daryl.  Flexing his legs again.

"No worries. This way Gabe." Father Nicholas motioned him to follow.

As he walked out the room Gabe stood up. Him and Daryl winked at each
other.  Gabe had a wet spot on his jean shorts from his precum. He was just
nothing more than a total slut now. Only wanting to get off. Especially
with his brother. And knowing that this part of the plan rested on him, it
meant if he did well, he'd get that cock inside of him again. And he'd feel
complete. He hated it when his brother's dick wasn't slamming him. Raping
his ass. And he'd become so stupid in the past couple days, living his life
for his brother's cum. Needing it. Wanting it. However another need had
arisen.

Pleasing Clarence.

He noticed the more he fucked his brother, the more Clarence was happy. He
wasn't sure how the correlation worked. But when Clarence said encouraging
words to them, the sex would get dirtier, nastier, rougher. And Gabe needed
that. He realized how stupid he was, and cock is the only thing that could
teach him. And so when Clarence said he'd be very happy if he went to
church, he wasn't gonna say no.

Father Nicholas opened up the confessional door for Gabe to go in. He
closed the door and entered his side of it as well.

It was dark, almost completely black. It took Father Nicholas months to get
use to the disorienting feeling he got every time he went in. The old
priest had assured him that it helped people have divine visions and become
more connected with God, but Father Nicholas had yet to experience it. The
air hung heavy with humidity. Father Nicholas's white collar was itching
his neck a little. "So what do you need to confess Gabe?" he inquired.

"Oh Father. I don't know what to do." Gabe said as he quietly took his dick
out and began to stroke it.

"It's ok child, just start from the beginning. God will understand." Father
Nicholas said. Trying to sound forceful, to make Gabe feel more
comfortable. Unaware what was in store for him.

"Oh Father. I've had impure thoughts. Thoughts of
sex...depravity...incest..." Gabe slowly revealed.

For some reason Father Michael felt a weird twitch in his cock on the word
incest.  He ignored it. "Well my son...I am glad you came to reveal
this. For that is an unnatural sin..."

"But it feels so good Father. My dick is always hard, needing to get
off. And I feel it makes my Lord happy." Gabe explained. Starting to stroke
himself a bit faster. He decided that he wasn't gonna be able to keep this
going much longer. He needed Daryl inside him.

"I must tell you child, God and our savior Jesus do not condone such
acts. It is an abomination of an act." Father Nicholas was starting to
sweat. Damn humidity.

"I'm sorry Father but I disagree. It is very natural to be turned on by
those you care about..." began Gabe. As he was talking Father Nicholas
began to have that disorienting feeling. Which is odd cause normally it
only happens when he first gets into the confessional. Not 10 minutes later
such as now. Gabe continues, "My cock. It gets hard. It shoots cum." I've
been finger fucking myself Father..."

All Father Nicholas sees in front of him is darkness. Suddenly he can't
tell where the walls of the confessional are. He can only hear the voice of
Gabe, and it feels like he is looking into a void. Gabe keeps talking,
"Being a man means shooting that load Father. Giving into that carnal
need..."

Father Nicholas was getting confused, he thought Gabe was a simple minded
boy.  The words and way he was talking was much more sophisticated than
what he was use to. He clears his throat, "Do you think all men share this
carnal need, Gabe?" was all he could think of to say. As he was talking he
started seeing an image. Was it one of those divine images the former
priest would talk about? Maybe it's happening to help him give guidance to
this poor lost soul.

The image begins to clear up. It's a man. A shirtless man. He looks very
put together.  Hair combed perfectly. Nice pressed pants. "He is right,"
says the image. "Haven't you noticed how HARD you are right now?" Father
Nicholas touches his dick. The image is right. His dick is pressing against
his black pants, almost busting through the seam. With his other hand he
clutches the cross on his necklace and closes his eyes. "That's right
Nicholas...pray to me..." the image says.

Father Nicholas starts to lose himself, gripping his cock. "Is this God
telling me that this is ok? Is this really what he desires?" He thinks to
himself.

"Yessssss..." he hears a hiss in his mind. Or did he? His grip on his cock
gets tighter.  He keeps thinking about Daryl's shorts. His legs
flexing. That bulge that went down his leg...

"That's it..." says the voice. Father Nicholas opens his eyes. The image of
the man from earlier is gone, now replaced with only an eye, the same eye
from the coin inside Gabe. Unconsciously Father Nicholas takes his cock
out. Stroking it. Father Nicholas doesn't notice. He's trying so hard to
focus on Gabe. The eye gazing into his soon to be corrupted soul.

"Gabe...Gabe...are you there?" Father Nicholas, still clutching his cock
whispers out.

All he gets in response is whimpering. Some rustled movement. He tries to
peer in through the veiled window connecting their chambers.

A flash of light. Suddenly, the entirety of the other side of the
confessional is bright orange light. And inside Father Nicholas peers.

"FUCK YES! FINALLY! FINALLY!" Gabe is bouncing up and down. Totally nude.
Screaming in ecstasy. Underneath him is Daryl, also nude. His huge veiny
dick spreading Gabe's hole. Father Nicholas can't look away. He watches
Gabe bounce up and down on Daryl's dick for a few moments. His own cock
pulsing in tandem with Gabe's bounces of lust. Daryl is growling, snaring
his teeth. Angry he had to wait so long to put his dick inside his dumb ass
brother, taking his anger out on him.

Then, after a few moments, Daryl turns his head. Looking directly into
Father Nicholas's eyes. His glowing. Mesmerizing. He smiles at the
priest. A wicked smile. A cruel smile. A smile that says, "You're fucked."

Father Nicholas jumps back. Lifting the cross on his necklace to his
lips. Kissing it.  Praying. He turns his head away, there he sees the image
of the eye. He hears the voice from before, "You see. Father. This is
life. This is your purpose. You're meant to help men give into their
inner..."

"...demons?" finished Father Nicholas nervously.

"No. Needs." Says the voice. The eye begins to sway back and
forth. Accompanied by the sounds of hot flesh pounding each other and the
snarls of the brothers, Father Nicholas is starting to be hypnotized. "Put
that cross in your mouth...denounce your faith..." the voice commands
seductively.

"Denounce...my...faith?" The priest's eyes start to glaze over. His mind is
screaming at him to get out of the confessional. To run. But his body won't
respond. His body is only listening to the voice. He is terrified as he
puts the cross into his mouth and begins sucking on it.

"That's it Nicholas..." says the voice, "Welcome to the true religion. Of
cock and cum. Men and sweat. Lust and depravity."

Nicholas feels the burn of his pre cum running down his shaft. The sounds
of Gabe begging to be fucked are intoxicating. Nicholas begins to forget
why he's a priest.  "What's the point?" He asks himself. He has gotten more
out of the last 5 minutes indulging in sin rather than 5 years of being an
example of purity. Why should he follow God? God's not letting his cock
leak pre cum all over. God's not showing him two hot brothers fucking right
next to him.

And most importantly, God hasn't let him give into his sick, twisted
desires he had been fighting for years.

The image now in front of him is Derek. Nude. Jacking off. Father Nicholas
always thought his affections toward him were because he was trying to save
him. Show him the way. No. Now he realizes he was just hiding his true
intentions. His true sin. He wants to fuck that boy. Fuck that kid he's
known since he was 14. Force his cock inside him. The realization of this
starts driving Father Nicholas wild. He doesn't know how, but he's sitting
there. Only in a leather vest, his white collar, and Timberland work
boots. Still sucking on that cross.

He moves his hand from his cock to his ass. Feeling his hot hole. He puts
one finger in. Somehow Daryl and Gabe seem to know. He hears them chanting,
"Hail Satan...Hail Satan...Hail Satan..." Each time Father Nicholas hears
the word Satan his ass tightens and shivers. His mind is still trying to
tell him to stop. Don't give in. It might even actually be God trying to
save his pupil's soul.

You know what Father Nicholas's reaction to that stupid fucking voice is?

Besides his hard cock dripping all over. Besides his ass quivering. He rips
the cross off of the necklace and impales his asshole with it. Sitting on
it. Fucking it.

"Oh Lord please forgive me." Father Nicholas lets out. It was the last time
he ever revered to "Lord" as "God", father of Jesus. From now on when he
would think of his Lord, he would only think of the one True God. Satan and
his lust. His cock. His cum.

Daryl whispers into Gabe's ear. "It's time."

Daryl throws open the door to the confessional and grabs Nicholas out by
his collar.  Which now only serves as a reminder of how far he has fallen,
rather than any actual religious meaning.

"Come Father. Come feed on the juices of our True Lord." Gabe and Daryl
stick both their cocks into Nicholas's mouth. Their cocks fighting for room
inside it. Making out with each other. Not saying a word. Just enjoying the
sin they have created. Gabe so happy he made Daryl happy. Daryl happy to
see the stupid fucking priest sucking his cock. But being the smarter of
the brothers, Daryl knew their work wasn't done.  They needed to finish the
priest's initiation into total debauchery. Make sure he couldn't go back to
what he once was.

He sits down on one of the pews. "Gabe. You know what to do."

Gabe looks at his brother, eyes his long dick. The veins pulsing. The head
throbbing.  His brother's powerful legs twitching. He then looks down at
the priest. Slobbering all over his cock. Worshipping his new savior. Cock.

Gabe picks the priest up. Holds him as the priest instinctively wraps his
legs around him. They begin to kiss.

"Get ready Father." Gabe tells the priest. Gabe then starts setting him on
his brother's dick as he kisses the priest. Nicholas (who no longer is a
Father mind you, just a dirty dirty slut as he was meant to be) gasps as he
feels cock enter him for the first time.

"Ride it you dirty fuck." Daryl commands. The former priest fucks himself,
with the help of Gabe pulling him up and down on Daryl's cock. Eyes rolling
in the back of his head.  Unable to stop himself. A total cock whore that
could even put Gabe to shame. Gabe realizes this and sticks his cock into
the faggot priest's mouth. Smartest thing Gabe has ever done.

Nicholas chokes himself on that cock. His white collar the only thing
remaining of his old life...His false life.

"FUCK ME!" He yells, "I BESEECH YOU BOTH FUCK ME!" He loves Daryl's
cock. But he needed something more. He could still hear that annoying voice
of reason, telling him to stop it. Telling him it wasn't natural. He wanted
to shut that fucking voice up, and getting double penetrated was the only
way to do it.

Gabe slightly kneels down and Daryl stops bouncing the depraved whore for a
second. This is exciting for him too. To feel his brother's cock against
his. Taking the priest's virginity. Clarence would be pleased. The half
south American man was at a lost for words when Gabe entered him. He
realized his whole life he had been living a lie. He stupidly was spreading
the word of some pure, innocent, non sexual deity when he should have been
helping his now True Lord. Bringing boys to his side.  Holding orgies every
Sunday. That's what his purpose in life is suppose to be.

The two cocks inside him were like two snakes. Sliding and slithering
against each other. Sometimes feeling too big for both, but them still
meshing together enough to stay inside. Daryl was so turned on. He can?t
believe he fucked girls. He can't believe he fucked anything other than his
brother. The priest, was a bonus.

Gabe, finally being the top was starting to lose control. Now finally
knowing the feeling his brother and Clarence had when they fucked him.

"You fucking whore." Whispered Gabe. He then spit into Nicholas's mouth.
Dominating him. Letting him know that he now was the lowest member of their
tribe. The former priest didn't care. He drank down the spit. His ass
engulfed in the flame of their cocks. He was getting close to cumming. It
had been so long. So so long.

"Well look at this, Father Nicholas..." without stopping their fucking all
three looked over at the voice.

It was the man, the same man from the image inside the confessional.

"Clarence!" Shouted Gabe. Fucking Nicholas even faster and harder. Wanting
Clarence to notice how hard he was working to spread the seed of sin.

Clarence was completely nude. His hair slicked back. His cock hard. Bigger
than the last time it was out. All 13 inches demanding complete devotion.

"You've done good boys...but I think I need to finish this one." Clarence
huffed.

Daryl and Gabe stopped fucking and slowly took their dicks out of
Nicholas. Nicholas looked a little confused but immediately got on his
back. Raising his ass and allowing perfect entry for Clarence. The voice in
his head rang, "Go. Run. If you don't run now, you'll never go back!"

"I know you have this voice inside you Father." Clarence said cooly, "Would
you like me to take care of that for you?" Nicholas nodded. He was tired of
his conscious or God or whatever the fuck it was trying to control him. And
if this Clarence guy could help, why not.

Clarence kneeled down. Very, very slowly put the head of his cock
inside. Meanwhile Daryl and Gabe stood on either side of them. Stroking
their long dicks. Kissing each other. Feeling so much better now that
Clarence was here. They loved him almost as much as they loved each
other. He was their friend. Their Master. Their God. They knew what they
needed to do. As long as Clarence could erase any loyalty the former priest
had to his old life, everything would be perfect.

"You like that? Fucking pure boy?" Clarence chided Nicholas. Nicholas
moaned in response. He wanted all the holiness raped out of him. He wanted
to be seen as dirty. A cum whore. A pervert. The things he was before, but
had to hide. Out of his whole life this was the first time he felt like
himself. And it was on the end of a hot red dick. Fucking his soul out of
him.

"Fucking say my name." Clarence demanded as he raped the loosening hole of
Nicholas.

"Clarence!" Nicholas responded.

"No. My REAL name." snarled Clarence.

"But I don't know it?" panted Nicholas. Wanting to do nothing but please
this mysterious man.

"Oh yes you do...yes you fucking do." Clarence was annoyed but also
entertained. It's not every day he gets to steal away a man of God to his
team. Especially a virgin.  "Come on. You fucking know. The fire. The
leather. The eternal sin. With every thrust I'm taking your eternal soul!"

The priest got quiet but didn't stop fucking. He made complete eye contact
with Clarence. Stroking his own dick. Clarence had him right where he
wanted. "Say it.  You know what I want you to say..." Flames seemed to be
bursting all around them.  Nicholas was so hot, getting fucked so hard he
couldn't focus. His ass sucking up cock like it's been doing it for
years. He began to see the three men as they truly were. Demons. He could
see the beginning of horns growing on their heads. Their muscles bigger
than before. And Clarence seemed to have wings of fire shooting out from
his back.

"Fuck," moaned Nicholas. His uncut cock was feeling so good. His ass even
better. He was realizing exactly what and who Clarence was. That tiny voice
finally gave one tiny plea for help. Trying to save Nicholas. Trying to
keep him a man of God. But he ignored it. And he fucked himself on
Clarence's ramming rod.

"Renounce your faith Priest!" Bellowed Clarence, "Submit to ME!" Clarence
could feel the priests soul leaving him. His dick tarnishing him. Ruining
him. Giving Clarence more power.

"FUCK CHRIST!" Yelled Nicholas. Totally giving in. The voice was
gone. Clarence's cock finally quieted it. He was feeling nasty. He needed
to hear his voice echo in the cathedral. "FUCK CHRIST! FUCK HIM!" Nicholas
thrashed about as his soul completely left him. Fucking himself on that
meat stick. Knowing how hot he must look. Giving into his pride. He was
sticking his fingers into his ass even with Clarence's burning hot cock
plundering his hole. "FUCK CHRIST!"

"That's it boy! You're mine now!" Clarence exclaimed as he pumped his fuck
stick in and out of that sweet, now sin riddled hole. "Tell...me, what does
that fucking voice say now?" Gabe and Daryl were writhing against each
other over the priest. Neither had even been this turned on before. Their
precum dripping onto Nicholas's stomach.

Nicholas was hearing a voice inside him. But it wasn't the same one as
before. Now, instead of telling him to run, it was telling him to do
something else. "Hail Satan!" It whispered into his mind. He looked up at
Clarence, his eyes shining his body perfect, that cock long dicking
him. "Hail. Satan" He whispered.

"WHAT WAS THAT WHORE!?" Clarence smiled at him. Pounding him even harder.

"Hail Satan!" Nicholas said a bit louder. Then again, "Hail Satan!" Louder
still, "Hail Satan!" Gabe and Daryl starting chanting with him. Clarence,
pumping to the rhythm of the chant. "HAIL SATAN! HAIL SATAN" All three were
yelling it, Nicholas's eyes were huge, almost as if they were popping out
of his skull. The sin. The sin was too good.

Then him, Daryl, Gabe, all three at once, came, all screaming, "HAIL
SATAN!!!!!!"

The hot jizz flying all over them. Nicholas, who at the beginning of this
story was such a nice guy trying to live his life for others, was now
licking up all the cum. Each taste brought him closer to his new
brethren. He was one of them. And he finally felt like he belonged.

"Fuck, SHIT!!!!!!" Clarence pulled his cock out. Shooting his load into
Nicholas's mouth. Knowing that the initiation had been
successful. Nicholas's tongue reached out, quivering as his new master's
load baptized his throat. Gabe descended upon hm. Kissing him. Their
tongues fighting over their Lord's seed. Letting the perversion within them
grow.

Daryl and Clarence glanced at each other. Both of their eyes glinting. Both
knowing they just witnessed the birth of a whore. And now, Clarence could
lay his trap for Drake and Adam. His cock flexed once more as he thought
about Adam?s virginity, and how he was gonna lose it.

END DAY 3 PART 2

WHOA! Ok that whole scene was only suppose to be like three pages. Once
again I couldn't help myself. I hope you guys liked the religion fetishes I
threw in there.  (And also hope I didn't offend anyone)

So there?s gonna be one more part to Day 3. We need to check in once more
with Drake to see how his boy?s car is coming along! Again, PLEASE feel
free to email me.  I reply to everyone and if you found even a small part
of this hot let me know which part! It turns me on so bad. Til next time
fellas!