If you have any religious beliefs I hope this will help you see 'the light', if not keep reading its mainly about sex not religion.



The Catholic Priest     by Ivor Smallone

Part 1


Christopher Tion had just been ordained by the Bishop, he was now keen to get on with the work of tending his flock. The power he was going to have over the god fearing people of the community of Longford Ireland was going to be exciting. Forget the normal practice of Catholic Church priests getting their enjoyment from the traditional control and use of the choir boys. That was old school, Chris’s training had filled him with other ideas. The six years of training to become a priest had taught him much about the black art of controlling the faithful. With the power invested in him by god he was going to have some serious fun. 
Why it was that such a sizable minority of people could believe in the god crap was beyond him. Religious sects such as his chosen one, the Catholic Church (one of the better trained outfits), had been controlling gullible people almost from the beginning of the human race. Admittedly there numbers had steadily declined with the nuisance of science making many of their traditional beliefs untenable, but a priest could still make a comfortable good living, especially in the areas of the world where the god illusion was still strong.  

Chris still had trouble understanding why something built on such a bizarre basic principle could be so powerful. The principle on which all religion is built is so simple. Show people you care by doing simple altruistic good acts, then point them towards some higher being as the source of the strength and goodness. Deal with the inevitable doubters by simply brainwashing people to have faith. Okay the implementation was quite a lot more subtle, trying to keep as many people as possible towing the line could be quite difficult at times. That is the art of religious leadership, that is what most of the training had been about, keeping people on the righteous path, the mainly subtle religious path of control, using a variety of techniques but based heavily on the hypnotic techniques of prayer. But supported by other subtle techniques honed over thousands of years of religion and for some with supporting drugs often administered with the symbolic taking of bread and wine. Then there was the fear of death of course and hell, good subjects to help keep the punters in line.

Chris had been warned many times through his training about misusing the power, or at least about being caught out. The techniques for the control of choir boys for pleasure had changed quite a lot during his training in an attempt to further reduce adverse publicity in this area. During training the emphasis had been more on the use of one-to-one techniques, the 'confessionals' for grooming older vulnerable 'chosen ones', as isolated members of the flock were unlikely to 'transgress'. Also where choir boys were still heavily employed, ensuring that ongoing control is maintained by providing a continued religious path for the boys.

Father Tion was greeted at the station by Father O’Reilly (The use of the term 'Father' by religious organisations is historic but still very relevant, one of the main priest objectives is to father as many of the children of the flock as possible and is the motivation for starting most religious cults.) Father O’Reilly greeted Chris warmly at the station, "Its good that you have come to take over Father Tion, or perhaps I should just call you Chris?" "Chris is fine" Chris replied. Father O’Reilly continued, "The demands of the flock are becoming too much for me now, as you get into your fifties your libido slows down. I’m not able to father the children of the flock like I used to, but I'm proud to say 42 of them at the last count, well perhaps plus or minus a few, have been fathered by me... Not too bad an innings. I expect you will do better, you're starting at a younger age than I did, but I still managed about one a month on average with no uncontrollable side effects. Well apart from the fire at St Mel's but we'll talk about that some other time". "Pretty good effort I must say father, one you can be proud of", Chris replied.

Chris threw his bag into the back of O’Reilly’s newish estate car and they were off. Twenty minutes later they arrived at St Mel's still a local centre for catholic religion in the area, even though the destroyed roof of the cathedral was still a long way off from being replaced, a boring hours meeting with the bishop and then off to St Brendan's. Chris immediately liked the big old church and small town, he could see himself settling in here nicely.

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As Chris walked up the path towards the churches big heavy door he could already just make out the sound of the choir boys starting their singing practice. He tried to quietly close the big oak door behind him as he listened to the sweet singing. The door creaked loudly, no chance of making a quiet entry here he thought. He stood at the back listening to the beautiful sound until the hymn was finished. "Very good" he called out clapping his hands and proceeding up the centre aisle.

Father O’Reilly introduced him to Miss O'Hurn the organist and general key member of the church. Well I'll be happy to let her play with my organ later thought Chris as he shook her hand gently and looked down at her large wobbling cleavage. "Mary O'Hurn will be your right hand man or woman in this case. The church just couldn't function the way it does without her." Father O’Reilly said with enthusiasm. Mary had stood and she stepped away from the organ towards Chris, she planted a pleasant kiss on Chris's lips. "I'm sure we'll get on great" she said quietly looking Chris up and down. Mary was around 40 years old with short curly hair and a round plump body topped with lush looking big breasts. She’d never married, being 'married' to the church a bit like the catholic priests. After a bit more chatting the 3 walked up to the chancel and looked into the choir stalls, there were only 6 boys there today, all along the same side for choir practice. There ages varied from 8 to 13, they looked like good well trained boys, all stood quietly when approached with their hands loosely held behind their backs. "There a good god fearing crew" said Father O’Reilly. He stroked the smallest boy’s cheek, the boy smiled at him warmly. "Thank you father" he said quietly. "Mary helps me with all the boys, there are 2 more not here today. I couldn’t have coped with them all without Mary's help. The two not here today are still requiring more religious development to get to the level of these." Father O’Reilly had moved along a little and stood in front of one of the bigger boys. He bent slightly and lightly fondled the boys crutch through his tunic. "This is Craig, he's the biggest of the boys and still developing, he'd make a good priest one day if he wants to.”  The priest stopped fondling the boy, the three grown-ups could see the boys tunic was now tented out as a result of the father's attentions. Chris felt a stirring in his loins, up until now he hadn't thought the choir boys would have been a big part of his interest in the flock, but he was beginning to see the attractions of a young compliant group.

"Come with us Jason" Father O’Reilly requested to the boy next to Craig, "you can be honoured with showing Father Tion some of the ropes while the others continue their singing." Jason quickly scurried out from the choir stall. The two fathers proceeded to the front pews closely followed by the boy while Mary went back to the organ and started the next hymn. The boy was sat between the two Fathers. The boy automatically spread his legs apart a little more as Father O’Reilly hand went to his crutch and fondled him lightly, the boy gave a little gasp. This one loves sucking cock for god, don't you boy" “Oh yes Father its a great honour the boy replied making the sign of a cross across his chest. Father O’Reilly pulled up the small boy’s tunic revealing his small hard cock. Chris was surprised at the effect this was having on him. His dick was rock hard under his own robe, he hadn't expected things to progress like this on his first formal undertaking, the choir practice. Father O’Reilly took Chris's hand and put it lightly on the small boys hot hard dick. Chris and the boy both gasped slightly. Chris felt the heat and throb of the small member, he lightly fondled his first boy cock, it was a much bigger turn-on that he had imagined, especially in the current environment of the church with the high pitched voices of the other choir members singing sweetly. The boy quickly got to a point where he was breathing hard under Chris's touch. "Please god allow me to last longer." the boy prayed aloud, his hands held together in front of him. Chris moved his hand away for a second, he sensed the boy would cum if her continued. "Show Father Tion how you worship the lords cock" Father O’Reilly quietly suggested.

Without a word the boy was quickly kneeling on one of the pew prayer/fellatio mats and was slowly lifting Chris's robe. The boy gave a little gasp as he saw the size of Father Tion's member, as the two fathers watched he gently took the weight of it in his small hands and his mouth moved towards it. Chris put his head back onto to the back of the pew and closed his eyes. The feeling of the small boys gentle hands and lips on him was exquisite, he'd never felt anything quite like it, it was a feeling somorgas board of sensations as the boy somehow managed to send little packages of intense pleasure up to his brain. Chris tried to listen to the other boys singing at the same time, it was totally surreal. It was for moments like this that Chris had endured the six years of training for, god they were going to be worth it if thing continued like this. Chris groaned loudly as the small boys lips closed over his dick head, the sounds of his pleasure drowned out by the choir singing. Within five minutes Chris couldn’t stand it any more, he'd been on the brink of cumming for most of that time but somehow the boy managed to hold him just short. Just as the singing had stopped Chris cried out "Oh lord Jesus Christ take this pleasure from me!”. His emotional words echoed around the church as he filled the small boys mouth with his cum.  


End of part 1

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