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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 have not had the opportunity to write a major story, with the exception of 
one in collaboration with a colleague whose writing I admire.  My stories are 
posted on Paulie's Personal Web Site and on ASSGM.com.  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@aol.com.

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
20060117024044
