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The Priest (Mb,mc) Andrew wants to be an altar boy, and a priest teaches him how to serve |
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Let me start I would like to ask you one
question. Do you believe in God? Do you believe in
angels? After this story you will. I am Andrew, nearly
12, and was a normal boy for my age although I was a bit
small.
I lived together with my Dad. He lived as a
saint and he was the best dad that you can ever have. My
Mum died when I was 7, so we lived alone. I missed her,
but thought some children never had any mother or dad,
and I was lucky and blessed that I still had my Dad.
One Night, Dad asked me what I wanted to be
when I was older. I said a priest because they help
others. My dad patted my head and said that I was a kind
boy and would serve God very well. He was so proud of me
that I would help people that really needed it and would
serve God. I smiled at him. It felt so nice when my Dad
was proud of me.
Then he said that I should be an altar boy,
and that would really teach me how the Church works and
in a way I could start serving God right now. I was so
excited that I gave him a hug and reminded him that he
was the best Dad.
A few days later, we had a meeting with Fr.
Callaghan. He would speak with me and see if I could be
an altar boy. I doubt that he would say no. I was very
good in school, said my prayers and never got in fights.
When we came to the church, he asked us if
we would wait for him. He said that he would turn on
some music because it might take him some time to finish
the work. He turned on some music that was quite weird.
Sometimes it sounded as people were speaking Chinese or
in chants or backwards. Dad and I stopped talking to
each other. Especially dad, it seemed like he was going
in a trance. I thought maybe he was meditating or
praying or something like that
Time went by, I was getting bored. I knew
not to complain in the middle of the waiting room at the
church. God was definitely here looking at me.
I shook dad by the arm and then he looked
straight forward and said, "It’s OK if a priest thinks
my son is sexy because priests are holy men, God’s men."
I think my mouth was wide open and I asked
him what he meant. My own Dad was saying that I was
sexy. He didn't move. He was still praying and just
looking ahead. It went through my mind that he thought I
was sexy. I thought I was always ugly. Now my dad
just came out with that outburst saying the priest is
allowed to think I am sexy. That was such a weird
statement.
I shook him again to see if I could wake
him up, and he just said, "I want the priest to give his
holy seed to my son and make him to an altar slut"
This really shocked me. I heard some boys
call girls sluts before and that was not a good word.
Why would my dad want me to be a slut?
Then the priest came out and said that we
could come in. He took the music player with him and
said he liked this music and he would turn it down when
we were talking.
I sat next to my dad and we talked about
being an altar boy. I told him that I wanted to be a
priest when I got older. It seems like he was not
listening to a word I was saying. He said I could sit on
his lap while we were talking. Dad said nothing except
mumbling it’s good to sit on a priests lap and to make
him happy. My face must have looked like one big
question mark.
I did as I was told and went over to the
priest where he was sitting. I was facing him and he
started rubbing my back.
"Do you wear girl panties?" he asked?
"No,” I laughed, "they are for girls"
"Do you wear diapers" he asked?
I didn't answer, I just laughed. You have
to admit that this priest had a sense of humour.
Then he looked at my dad, "Don't you think
that boys should wear diapers as it keeps them in their
place"
Dad just looked straight forward and said,
"What a priest says is true" he said, as if he was
reciting a poem.
Before I knew it the priest was pulling my
shorts down. He wanted to see if it was right that I was
wearing briefs. He looked disappointed and said that
good altar boys wear diapers or panties. I was about to
say that girls wear panties, but then Dad mumbled, "You
have to wear panties to show that you love Father
Callaghan".
The priest agreed and said that we should
take of the disgusting boy briefs. I stood there naked
from my waist down as the priest started feeling my
butt. I was in a daze thinking why Dad didn't stop him.
Instead he just started feeling my ass saying it was a
Faggot ass. I would have hit him if he wasn't a priest
because I was not gay. Then he opened his robe and I
could see his dick. It was so big and was standing up
like a flag pole. I was so confused. This priest was
putting his finger back and forth in my asshole, I was
groaning and now he had his cock out and my father was
just sitting there in the daze.
I looked back at Dad to get some help. I
wanted him to stop this, but he said, "Andrew, you need
the priest’s holy seed. Suck his cock and swallow
anything that comes out. You need to do this, as he is a
priest."
I was more confused now. I just lowered my
head and opened my mouth. I did not think about his
thing going in my mouth. I just tasted it as I went back
and forth while I felt his finger fucking my ass. This
is not what I expected an altar boy to do. At the same
time, I liked the finger where it was and I didn't mind
his cock in my mouth. Then he squirted, and I nearly
choked to death. Dad mumbled something about me
swallowing it all. I did.
The priest put these pink panties with
white lace on me and looked at me and Dad, "Son, You
just sucked my cock and let me finger fuck your ass.
Don't you think that this makes gay?"
He was the one that nearly forced me, how
could he say that?
The priest continued, "God has made some
boys to be sissy faggots, and you are obviously one of
these. You have to accept this and accept how God has
made you. From now on you have to wear panties and this
shows that you accept how God has created you. I also
have a CD that you can listen to. Listen to it every
night. It will help you be a better altar boy. I also
have a CD for your Dad"
We left the Church. I was still in shock at
what happened at the church and the fact that my Dad
just looked on and let him feel me up and all that. Then
the priest said that God created me that way. If I was
gay, then so was he. He is the one that nearly raped me
when the Dad was just looking. I was not gay. If the
priest didn't start then I wouldn't have done that. I
did like it a bit, but that doesn't mean that I am gay,
does it?
It seemed that Dad was quickly getting out
of his daze and acting like he always did. He kept
asking me was I OK and was it a hard interview with the
priest? I said it was so strange and that I felt like a
slut. Dad just looked straight ahead as he drove the
car. I could see a tear going down his eye. Then silence
followed. The silence was dreadful. He didn't know what
to say. I didn't know what to say. The silence was like
death.
Later that night when we were getting ready
for bed, Dad spoke for the first time. He said we should
take a shower because of everything that happened today.
That was the first time since the car. I know what you
are thinking. Yes we took showers before, and sometimes
we have great fun as we have water fights. There was
never nothing sexual about it, I don't think we even
noticed that each other was naked.
Today was different, when I started taking
off my clothes; he asked why I was wearing girl panties.
I said that the priest said that it’s to show how God
made me. Dad looked surprised and said that I could just
wear my regular ones after, and that God Knows who I am.
I smiled. Things were getting back to normal.
When we were in the shower we were talking
like we always did, and then I notice that Dads dick was
now big. It was nearly touching me. I just stared at it.
Something in me wanted to kiss it to prove to him that I
loved him. He must have had the same thoughts because he
put his hand on top of my head and started to push it
down towards his cock. I was about to kiss it when he
rushed out of the shower and said he was sorry a few
thousand times. I was left standing there thinking I was
a sinner and a faggot. What was happening to me? What
was happening to us?
Later that night, I put the CD on that the
priest gave me. It was a bunch of monks singing. At
least it was better than that crap we heard at his
office today. I listened to the music and the more I
listened to it the more I liked it.
During the night I woke up and thought
about everything that happened today. I decided not to
go to the priest again and I would not be an altar boy.
But suddenly I had some thoughts that it was nice
wearing panties. They looked good on me and felt quite
nice...... and God could see who I, you know, what I am.
It wouldn't be bad if I wet myself either. In fact it
would feel nice. And just maybe I should go back to the
church. As I was thinking these thoughts, I could feel a
tear going down my eye. Why was I thinking these things?
I slapped myself across the face and said no way. Then I
put the CD back on and went to sleep.
Nothing really much happened the next day.
When I got up Dad asked was I wearing panties?
"You said yesterday that I don't have to."
"But you should as it is a sign of who God
wants you to show what you are." Oh no, now my dad
sounded like Father Callaghan.
"But you said God knows who I am no matter
what I wear."
Dad thought about it for some time and
seemed to slowly snap back to the Dad I knew, "I know. I
don't know what came over me. Keep the briefs on”
That night, Dad feel asleep on the sofa
listening to the CD the priest gave him. He must really
like that weird music.
When I got in my room, I didn't put on my
pj. Something in my head was saying that it is good to
sleep naked. I never slept naked before and never
thought about it, so why should I start now? However I
decided not to hide my shame and slept naked.
In the middle of the night I woke up again,
I had the same thoughts as the night before. It was nice
wearing panties. They looked good on me and felt quite
nice and God could see who I am. It wouldn't be bad if I
wet myself either. In fact it would feel nice. And just
maybe I should go back to the church to visit Fr.
Callaghan. I just put the earphones on and went back to
sleep.
The next day went pretty much the same
except when I was on my way home from school. I was
walking through the park and had to piss. I usually do
this in the bushes because the pervs hang around the
men's toilet. Anyhow the sentence wet myself was going
through my head and before I knew it, I was pissing in
my pants.
One of the older boys seen this and came up
and started laughing. He was calling me a baby and
asking how does it feel that I peed myself? I just put
up my brave face and said that it felt fine. Then boys
dragged me to the back of the park in the woods a bit
and said, "If the piss boy likes pissing himself, maybe
you won't mind if I use you as a toilet."
H then opened my wet trousers and pointed
his dick down them. I moaned when his dick touched my
skin. He laughed and said I sounded like a gaybo. I
could feel his warm piss drench my trousers. I kept
thinking, "It is nice to be wet and when others piss on
me, because that is the way God created me."
When he was finished, he was about to put
his dick back into his trousers, I grabbed it and begged
him to let me clean it, in other words I wanted to give
this strange boy a blow job.
The older boy couldn't believe what I just
asked. I was openly admitting that I was gay and this
means that he could tell the whole school. I was
confused as to why I asked him to suck him. It’s like
something was crewing my head and I couldn't control
myself.
It was like a film, where I stood outside
my body and watched me put his cock in my mouth. It
looked totally gross and I could see that I was good at
it. Even though it was like watching a film, I could
feel it inside my mouth. In and out. in and out and
don't forget the tongue. I was rewarded by him squirting
in my mouth.
He quickly walked away and I was still on
my knees thinking what I really just did. Maybe the
priest was right, maybe I was meant to be a faggot boy.
When I came home, I was wet and stank of
piss. Dad noticed it and for a few minutes he
looked worried, and then reminded me that God creates us
different. I was most likely a sissy, a pee boy and Gay
and that's how I could serve God. He told me to go in
the shower and wash myself. Then he led me back to the
room and said that I would be wearing diapers at night,
but now I can put the other underwear on. I walked to
my drawer and found all my briefs were gone, and
they were replaced by girl’s panties, many with girl
cartoons on them and others were frilly. There were even
a few thongs there. I couldn't believe what I saw! I was
about to go out and protest and thought that Dad seemed
confused and sad lately, and if he knew what I did at
the Park, he would be very mad at me or even more
confused. I just put on the panties.
I went out to kiss Dad goodnight, He
mumbled something about the priest being happy that I am
being who I am. Then he put a diaper on me and said,
"Boys should know their place. Their ass is to please
others." I was a bit afraid that he would do something.
If he done something sexual, then our relationship would
never be the same again. But He didn't. He just put the
diaper on me. I was so happy that he didn't play with me
like the priest and that boy in the park. There was
still a God.
The next day went fine, I was afraid
everyone would know at school what I did in the park the
day before. I was also afraid that they would know I was
wearing panties with a big heart on them that says
"Daddy’s Girl" But no one said anything.
On the way home, my head was like
Spaghetti. I suddenly felt bad that I didn't visit the
priest for several days. He must really think that I
didn't accept I was a boy whore and that I didn't love
him. What was I talking about? I was not a boy whore. I
was not gay. Oh Right, who was I fooling? I was walking
with panties on and piss myself and I even gave someone
a blow job and I remembered that time I was in the
shower, that I nearly did it to my own dad.
Before I knew it, I was at the priest’s
office. He let me in and gave me something to drink. It
tasted a bit funny. But I drank it because it was polite
to drink it. I started to feel a bit dizzy, but that was
OK.
He told me to take off my clothes. I didn't
even look confused. I stripped before him and took my
clothes off.
"Oh I see you are wearing lovely panties
like a little sissy"
"Yes Father."
"And what do Sissies like to do?"
"They like to please men."
"And how do they do that?"
"By letting men use them as a sex toy"
"And is this a sin?"
"No Father, God creates some boys like that
and it is up to the boy to accept Gods plan for them"
"I see you have been thinking and listening
to the CD I have given you. You are a good boy slut. Now
you know why God made you so beautiful. It’s a shame you
will grow up."
By this time Fr. Callaghan had all his
clothes off. I saw his holy cock and once again I was
staring at it. Something in me wanted me to put it in my
mouth and to suck it. He started feeling my body and
once again, I felt like I was floating on clouds. I knew
this was wrong, but thought that God said it is OK
because it is one of his priests. He started kissing me
sticking his tongue in my mouth. This was a true sign
that someone was gay, when they kissed a man. I put my
arms around him. As gross as it sounds, I liked when he
put his tongue in my mouth and explored. I felt so
safe.
Then he pushed my head down towards his
holy cock. By now, I knew what to do. I just sucked it
as good as I could, and giving him the experience of
heaven. I thought it would be soon over as he would
squirt in my mouth and to be honest a part of me was
hungry after it.
But then he took it out of my mouth and
lifted me on his bed. He lifted my legs over his
shoulders and started fingering my ass. I remembered
when he did this before. It was nice. But this time, he
put some cream on it and it felt a bit cold. Before I
knew it, something big was pushing its way into my ass.
I felt like I was being split. Dizzy as I was, I
screamed. It didn't seem like he cared he just continued
going in and out. The priest was fucking me! This
continued for some time. I remember at one stage that I
started to cry because I thought that he would kill me.
But then it started feeling better and I could feel it
was tickling a bit, even though it still hurt. I knew
now I was gay and there was no way back. I felt his hot
juice fill my ass and knew that it was over.
I remained on the bed because I couldn't
move and he just started putting on his holy clothes
saying how proud he was and that I would be a good whore
for any priest, and he was so happy that it was
him.
This happened over the next few days. I
would visit him, and he would have sex with me. It was
not a question or a problem for me. Every day after
School, I just said to myself that as Gods boy slut, I
had to visit the priest. We kissed. I sucked him and
then He fucked me. Sometimes he even spanked me.
One Day when I came home, Dad asked me was
if I visited Father Callaghan's again. I said yes. Dad
said you are something better than an altar boy. You are
a priest’s boy. You are Gods boy. There were so many
things going through my mind. I was confused.
Then he said we should get cleaned up after
today and we went in to take a shower. Once again I felt
safe with Dad. I forgot what God wanted me to do and was
now in the shower with Dad. Once again his cock grew.
Once again I stared. However this time I went on my
knees and put it in my mouth as the water was pounding
on Dad. I don't know why I was doing this. Yes I did. It
was what God has made me. Dad squirted in my mouth and I
must admit that it tasted nicer than any one that I have
sucked until then.
I think that dad was in shock, because he
told me to go in my room and get ready to get my diaper
on. After a bit he came in, and he was still naked. He
started mumbling that if Gods servants can have me, so
he can. Without thinking and without putting cream on,
he pushed his cock in my ass. He started pumping while
calling me slut and his son was truly a faggot that had
to be everyone's toy. I couldn't believe what he was
saying. While I was now used to being fucked and
actually thought that it was nice, this was not nice. My
dad was raping me. This was not love. He was raping
me!
After he finished he put the diaper on and
I stayed in my room crying. I could hear Dad in his room
crying as well. I never heard him cry. I went to speak
to him but could see him through the door holding a
picture of Mom and mumbling something, Then he took his
CD he got from the priest and started breaking it into
small pieces. I ran back to my room and listened to my
CD while saying a prayer to God that he would help Dad
be happy once again like he was.
The next day, it was time to visit the
priest again. As you know I visited him every day. It
was the usual. He started asking me if I was a faggot
and why I was a faggot. I said what I usually said.
However today he said that he didn't
have a lot of time and would just fuck me as he had to
interview a 7 year old that wanted to be an altar boy. I
got on the bed like a robot and lifted my legs. He
lifted my legs and then was about to….
I close my eyes waiting for an intrusion
and then I heard a bang. The door slammed open. It was
my father. I sat up in the bed shocked.
"You keep your hands off our son!" He
shouted. Our son?
"Listen, don't you think that he is a slut
and God intended him to be that way?
"I don't want to hear what you think. Just
get off my son and never come close to him anymore"
Then it was like the priest went mad. He
opened his drawer and took out a gun. How has a priest a
gun? He pointed the gun at Dad while I was screaming to
stop. Then he shot
As the priest shot the room turned totally
white. It was like we were in a cloud with the sun
shining through it. I was nearly blinded but it was the
nicest thing I ever seen.
The Light disappeared and the priest was on
the floor. I looked up and it was my mother. She was an
angel. ”Andrew, This priest does not do Gods work. He
has abused you. You know the music that you and your dad
listened to. It had hidden messages that brainwashed
your Dad and you that it was OK to wear panties, wet
yourself and at worse let yourself be abused. That is
why you let yourself do this. That is why Dad raped you.
He was brainwashed thinking that there is nothing wrong
with it. After your Dad raped you, he really prayed to
God and asked for forgiveness. I know that you forgive
your dad. Your Dad came here today to save you. The
Priest nearly killed your dad, but now he will die and
will be judged for what he did. I have to go now. But
remember, you are not a boy slut or boy whore. You are
Gods child, and even if you are gay, God will love you
and you will find love when you are ready. Bye my dear
son, I love you and miss"
Dad ran to me giving me a fatherly hug and
saying he was sorry. I said that I still love him and it
wasn't his fault and all was forgiven.
We walked out.
Years later, I did become a priest. But I
did Gods work. |
Fairyboi
2008 (rewritten in 2013) |
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