Father Brennan's large personal oak lined study was awash in the late afternoon light streaming in from the large french provincial style windows adorning the southern wall of the oval shaped room. The air was perhaps slightly stifling smelling of old library books, varnish the smell of old fashioned roses drafting in on the occasional arrant breeze. A most distinctive but most delicious scent occupied the large room and helped stoke the considerable lust raging within the pedophile priest...boy flesh sweating fearful young BOY!

Unadulterated fear washed over the three new arrivals standing before the lecherous priest, the innocent youths were of course naked, on beautiful display, their small hands locked firmly behind their pretty little long haired heads. Their young boys bodies undulating provocatively, exquisitely trembling in rapt terror; the little legs shaking, little cocklets shriveled tiny boy ball tight up close to their immature groins, their knees knocking as the boys fearfully watched the dreaded Father, who was equipping himself of the instruments of pain and age old discipline which he procured from the worn battered trunk. As the Priest arranged these instruments of affliction, he lovingly placed upon the old wooden pew bench in front of him.

The look on the lustful priest's face is one of rapture, his experienced stare encompassed the unmarked, and inexperienced, boy flesh awaiting his devote attentions. Each boy child so pure and virginal in every way. 'These unsuspecting youths are about to endure their formal indoctrination into their long detainment at my orphanage', he thought lustfully to himself.

With unconstrained eagerness Father Brennan quickly removed his habit draping it over his desk chair, naked his hairy well muscled torso topped a lean muscular powerful male body, his un-circumcised flaccid 6 and ½ inch thick veined penis coming from a thick patch of pubic curls and pendulous hairy nut sack swinging in their loose scrotum. picked up his five tailed martinet he then strides across to the three; the Mc Cromic brother's eyes fearfully winching, as their wide tear filled eyes drank in the horrible instrument. Brennan reaches out roughly grabbing the oldest child, 8 year old Anthony ,by the mop of his brown curled hair he drags the stumbling, bumbling, protesting boy to the pew sitting down on the bench the Priest pulls the lad unto his naked lap facing the boy's front away from him he contentedly arranges the boy so as to ensure that his painfully engorged cock (8 ½ inches of pulsating pedophile priest cock) is comfortably encased on either side by two very small, very pale, boy cheeks. Reaching forward the Priest grasps the boys immature genitals and begins roughly assaulting the boys young uncut cock yanking the small organ to and fro pinching and squeezing the tiny tube of flesh and the even smaller pea sized testes. The boy Anthony is earnestly squealing and uselessly trying to get away from the painful touch of the wicked man hurting his little pee pee and balls. The Priest delighted in the youth's childish body responding as his vast experience told him it would, bring the squirming lads naked nether region twisting, bouncing, squeezing all over his massively blood engorged boy fucker.

"Now, now my little naughty boy, it's time for you to confess what sins you have committed. Tell me boy, have you played with yourself? How many transgressions of the flesh and how many unholy thoughts have you committed, erm?"

The frightened young boy, confused and in pain, responds truthfully, "sir I haven't been bad, please sir, honest I have not done anything wrong, ouch! Oh please sir, don't hurt me anymore..."

"You lying, little devil, out with it, did you not have this (the man gives the now erect little cocklet a vicious slap) get hard today?" the knowing Priest demands of the sobbing very young boy child.

"Er yes sir, this morning sir, but... it did but it always does it in the morning... when I wake up.... I got to go really bad... and it is all big and hard, and it takes a bit for me to go.... and then it goes down after awhile, after I finish sir." The honestly, good angel of a little boy manages to squeak out between his painful sobs and moans.

"I wish he stop it hurts it hurts soo bad oh no my dickie ah noooo!!!! Anthony thinks, as his shame faced and pain wrecked little body futilely seeks for an escape from this seemingly unending agony.

"Well you naughty little boy it would not be getting hard if you were not being very naughty thinking impure thoughts and the Lord knows what else," the Priest responds.