Not So Reform School

A gay story: Not So Reform School *This story has been running through my head and fantasies for a while now and I finally decided to write it. I hope to make this an ongoing series. I would welcome any suggestions for future chapters in the comment section. This story contains a great deal of religious play and mocking of the systems of organized religion. If you are offended by either of these, don’t read this story. All characters are above the age of 18 years old.*

At 18 I was hoping to enjoy the sexual freedom of being a legal adult. But being a gay twink to two fundamentalist Christian parents seemed to argue against that. My parents must have suspected my sexuality for some time, but this past week they had actually confronted me with proof of my “perverse lifestyle.” They had somehow gotten copies of pictures of me from the Halloween party I attended the year before, dressed as a sexy male stripper. I had always been small for my age and had no muscles to speak of. I could easily pass for a younger age or as my father was so happy to describe my physique as that of a 12-year-old girl. I had found a stripper costume that showed off my bubble butt and baby-smooth body.

Granted I wasn’t the only guy dressed like this or the only person who dressed in a sexy costume, but my parents decided that this was all the proof they needed. At least they didn’t have any pictures or videos of the high school quarterback taking out his frustrations on my ass after his girlfriend dumped him at that same party. Or the numerous other rendezvous and hookups I had enjoyed since I became sexually active. But since I refused to deny my sexuality, my parents had threatened to disown me and kick me out of the house if I didn’t attend a cliche “pray the gay away” summer boarding school in California.

I held back my opinions about going to California to “cure” myself of my homosexuality. So I had been packed up, put on a plane, and sent three states away to some church-sponsored summer school designed to turn happy gay boys into straight-acting young men who hated their very existence. Yeah, you gotta love the church. I had been picked up at the airport by a taxi and driven to my new home away from home for the next 2 1/2 months. What also concerned me was the possibility of spending my senior year of high school here if my parents decided I needed more time there.

The school looked like a normal boarding school and was of course miles away from anything else. I guess they wanted to make escape as difficult as possible. The welcoming was remarkably normal and relaxed. Father Bobby had simply welcomed me in with a casual smile and shown me to my dorm room. I was not surprised to see the priest was wearing all-black dress clothes with a priest’s collar. I did notice as he guided me to my dorm room that he kept his hand on the small of my back and would occasionally rub his thumb up and down my spine as he spoke. Once in my dorm room, I was introduced to my roommate Timothy. Father Bobby left me there and asked Timothy to help get me settled in, give me a tour, and answer any questions I might have.

As I was finishing unpacking, I couldn’t help but be surprised and curious as to Timothy’s happy-go-lucky attitude and outlook. I thought this place would be some kind of soul-sucking, happiness-draining, fundamentalist Christian reform school. Tim, as he asked to be called, was busy explaining all the fun and easy living that I could enjoy here. Finally, I had to stop him and ask how he could be so happy about being exiled to a place like this. Timothy actually grinned wider and dropped the biggest bomb on me I had ever received, “Oh, you don’t have to worry about the brochures and website bullshit. This isn’t some pray-the-gay-away reform school. This is more like a private fuck school for young gay men.”

As I sat stunned into silence, Tim went on to explain that this school was designed by a gay man who had experienced a real pray-the-gay-away church camp when he was young. Not wanting to have other young gay men suffer through that, he had created a school that appeared to be as advertised but was really a gay utopia. He smirked at me as he asked, “Didn’t Father Bobby seem a little young, relaxed, and attractive to be some gay-hating priest?”

I admitted that I hadn’t really considered that at the time. Tim laughed as he explained that all of the staff were gay men and the church facade was basically a joke and fetish at the same time. He grinned as he said, “Just wait until your first confession.”

I was shocked and a little dubious as I asked more questions. Tim explained that all of the students here were sent here just like I was. All of them are gay as well. The staff were specifically selected and usually had to pay the school to be on staff. The staff were all physically fit gay men of varying ages, but usually 30-50 years old and very sexually active. Tim grinned wider when he said that most of the staff have to be rotated out once or twice a week so they could rest after all of their strenuous activities. Tim looked me up and down and smiled as he guessed that I was a bottom. I nodded a little uncomfortably, but Tim put me at ease when he explained that almost all the students here were bottoms or bottom-leaning versatile. He nudged me and smirked as he explained that was the reason that all of the priests had to be in good shape and prepared to fuck multiple teenage boys every day. I laughed nervously and tried not to freak out too much, but my head was still spinning at everything Tim had said so far.

When I asked if any of the staff were actually clergy or affiliated in any way with a church, Tim had looked at me dubiously as he said that most of if not all of the staff and students had bad experiences with Christian fundamentalists and/or disapproving families. He said that the whole Christian boarding school for young gay men was a cover to fool outsiders, a jab at the organized anti-gay church system, and a kinky fetish all in one. He scoffed and said that since “pray-the-gay-away” was literally printed on the school brochures and on the website, no one felt any shame or guilt at mocking the whole system by turning it into one big sexual fetish.

He went on to explain that the school really did offer an education but also was a sanctuary to keep us safely away from our disappointed parents. The school even sent out fake “reformation updates” to parents to prove that we students were each receiving the proper instruction and being steered away from the sin of gayness. Tim explained that all of the students were free to engage in sexual or romantic activities with other students or the staff. The only rule about sex was that it was consensual, anyone could say “no.” Since strict medical screening was a requirement of any boarding school, diseases weren’t an issue.

Finally giving me the basic rundown he stood up and offered me a tour. I followed him out and he began showing me around. He showed me the library, rec room, classes, gym, locker rooms, and outside recreation areas. Everything seemed standard and wouldn’t raise any eyebrows. But then Tim smirked as he showed me the dining hall, which also looked like a standard boarding school dining hall with rows of long dining tables for students and another row at the far end of the hall for the staff. Tim pointed under the tables and said that I could always find students on their hands and knees showing staff members their appreciation.

He then showed me to the sauna and steam rooms, and I finally got a glimpse of the gay utopia Tim had described. In the steam room, I found two young men in a 69 position on a tiled up-raised bench, as several other students sat close by naked, relaxing, and talking like it was the most natural thing in the world. In the sauna, I saw two older men spit-roasting a student. The student looked like he was in heaven and I bet he was. The three of them were all covered in sweat and the staff members were giving the student a fucking that porn stars would applaud.

From here, Tim showed me the confession booths. These were larger than usual, but overall looked like standard confession booths. Each booth was equipped with a red light and green light to announce if the priest and/or confessor side of the booths were empty. Tim smiled as he said that I would understand if I ever chose to go to confession. I nodded as he led me from the room. He showed me the “nurse’s office” and said that it was also specially designed to accommodate medical scenes if I had any particular medical fetish.

He then showed me to the movie room, which was set up like an indoor movie theatre with stadium seating and leather seating. He pointed to a voting board where I could add a movie suggestion or vote on one that had been suggested. He grinned as he casually said that porn night started after 10 pm on Friday and Saturday. He nudged me playfully as he explained that the seats were designed to be easily cleaned.

Tim explained that the school had a free-range sexual activity policy. At any time and place, I could find students and/or staff engaged in different varieties of gay sex. He then indicated the downstairs “dungeon,” as he called it. He described that it was fully stocked and equipped if I were interested in BDSM or any kind of corporal punishment fetish. I indicated I was not likely to choose that option, but he simply shrugged and said, “Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.”

I shook my head and was silent for a few minutes as I processed everything. I finally asked, “So is this whole place designed around different gay sex fetishes?”

Tim laughed and said, “No, it really is an accredited school for gay young men, but over the years students and staff have made certain modifications and upgrades.”

I was definitely intrigued, more relaxed, and a little excited as we finished the tour back at our dorm room. He went in to explain that the school was practically full of students year-round. In most boarding schools, the majority of students would go home for summer or major holidays, but given the nature of the facade of the school and the likely unhealthy and unhappy home life that awaited most of us, most students chose to stay here. I nodded at this as I absentmindedly considered staying on after the summer if everything worked out.

Tim then indicated that he was off to meet some friends on the tennis court. He offered to let me join, but I declined for now. After he left I considered everything that he had said and that I had seen. I couldn’t deny that I had a thing for older men, my first time had been with my gym coach. This school seemed great, at least on the face of things. Everything looked and sounded like the perfect place where I could be myself. I guess I would just wait and see.

After an hour or so of wandering around and exploring more, I met several other students and began to relax. Honestly, my thoughts kept returning to Tim’s description of the confession booths and I was getting more and more curious. Not to mention that I hadn’t had sex in at least two weeks and was extremely horny. With a curious smile, I made my way to the confession booths and selected a random booth that had the priest’s light showing occupied and the confessor’s light showing empty.

I entered the booth and shut the sliding door. I heard the priest slide open the screened panel as I sat down on the bench. The priest said in the most church-like tone, “Welcome my son. Do you wish to give confession?”

I felt my cock stir and my asshole tingled, as I said yes. The priest then said to go ahead. I thought back to what I had seen in movies and TV, as I said, “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I have never given confession before and I have only arrived at school today.”

The priest asked, “What sins do you wish to confess, my son?”

I replied, “I have had sinful thoughts and actions involving other men my age and older. I have touched myself inappropriately as I fantasized about other men. I allowed older men to touch me inappropriately and enjoyed it. I have not been able to stop my sinful thoughts or actions. I fear I will continue in this way.”

The priest then remarked, “These are indeed sinful and inappropriate things, my son. Do you wish to seek guidance and make amends in order to seek absolution?”

I smiled as my cock grew rock hard. I tried to sound contrite and remorseful as I replied, “Yes, Father.”

The priest then said, “That is good to hear, my son. Kneel down and I will lead you in prayer and instruct you on making amends.”

I knelt down in front of the screened panel and noticed another sliding panel just under it, at the perfect crotch height. I smiled as I waited. The priest then slid open the second panel and said, “First to properly sake your sinful urges, I feel I must work on satiating your inappropriate desires. Open your mouth, my son, and I will lead you in the proper prayer.”

I opened my mouth and a very hard cock was then pressed through the lower opening and inserted right into my mouth. I immediately closed my lips around it and began sucking the offered cock. I made a show of worshipping the hard cock. I sucked and licked the bulbous cock head as I brought my hands up to massage the balls. I moaned softly as I slowly engulfed the entire cock. I pressed my face forward until my nose touched the priest’s shaved groin. I swallowed as the cock head entered my throat and stayed like this until I needed air, swallowing to massage the cock head with my throat muscles.

I slowly backed off and began bobbing my head up and down the length of the shaft, stroking with one hand in sync with my mouth. I heard the priest moan and declare, “My son, you will certainly need a great deal more guidance and instruction to properly satiate your sinful urges.”

I hummed to myself as imagined future confessions and possibly private instruction. I smiled around the cock as I brought my mouth up until only the cock head was in my mouth. I gripped the cock tightly as I began sucking and licking the cock head. I then wiped the cock head around my lips, leaving a stream of precum that I licked off. As I closed my eyes and returned to bobbing my head to suck the entire length, I felt the priest begin to gently thrust into my mouth. I moaned again as I enjoyed the cock sliding in and out of my mouth.

Surprisingly, the priest was able to stay in character as he said, “A sinful young man like yourself will need a great deal of attention and care in your future stay in this house of god. I think you have come to the right place, my son. Here we can properly tend to your sinful urges and work to satiate your inappropriate desires. Even though this may well be a long and hard endeavor, I am sure you are more than capable of taking what is required, my son.”

I smiled around the cock as I heard the emphasis the priest put on the words “long” and “hard.” I couldn’t wait to get more instruction in the future. As I moaned again, I suddenly felt the cock being removed from my mouth as the priest said, “I believe you will require some additional attention to properly satiate your sinful urges, my son. Stand up and turn around.”

I did as instructed and felt the priest gently tug me backward by my belt until my butt cheeks were lodged into the hole. I heard the priest moan in appreciation as I felt him squeeze and grope my ass. He then ordered, “Pull down your pants and underwear, my son, I believe I know the proper technique to give you the attention you clearly need.”

I undid my pants and slid them and my boxers to my ankles. The priest continued to grope and feel my ass cheeks as I sighed softly. I gasped as I suddenly felt my ass cheeks being spread and a warm tongue begin skewering my asshole. God I loved being rimmed. Unfortunately, I had received this attention only on the rare occasions when I was fucked by an older man. For whatever reason, most young men didn’t like to do it. But then again all of the men my age that had fucked me were “straight” and just using me for sexual relief. Those straight boys could fuck long and hard though. Too bad they always got weird after they had bred my needy hole or blew their load down my throat. I had always had the fantasy of strapping down a straight guy my age after I’d spiked his drink with a little blue pill so I could suck and fuck myself on his cock until his balls were completely empty and I was satiated with his hot cum.

I heard the priest moan and groan into my ass as his tongue did wonder things inside me. This man of god certainly knew how to handle a tight young asshole. I moaned softly and tried to stay in character as I felt the tongue spreading spit deep inside my ass. I preferred to use spit instead of lube not only because I loved being rimmed so much, but because it felt better to me to have the man get my asshole all relaxed and slippery before sliding a hard cock inside me.

I moaned again as I felt the priest gently tugging my balls as he continued to rim my hole. I briefly wondered if this was one of the priests who acted as a dungeon master for the boys who enjoyed BDSM and corporal punishment. Feeling the slight pain mixed with pleasure made me wonder if Tim had been right about trying out the dungeon. Although I had never experienced any BDSM play before and I’d never actually watched any porn, I had always been attracted to men in black leather outfits and the gay slave/master scenes.

Feeling the priest’s tongue leave my asshole, I felt his hands grip my waist and hold me tightly against the hole. The priest then said, “I think it’s time to find out how depraved and sinful you are, my son. It’s best that we know what we are working with and how our students behave during instruction.”

I then felt his hard cock head press against my spit-slick asshole. God, that cock felt so warm as it slowly entered my ass. I had no problem relaxing and letting him enter me with ease after that long session of rimming. I sighed as I felt every inch of his hard cock enter my ass. I loved the feeling of it stretching my asshole and filling me up. The feeling of having my asshole full of hard cock always made my cock leak precum. Feeling the priest’s groin and balls touch my ass cheeks made me moan in pleasure.

The priest then asked, “I see that you’re just as sinful and depraved as you said, my son. You must have let other men defile your young body with their awful urges. I may have to get assistance in the future for more thorough instruction and guidance. I believe you would benefit from having two godly men tend to your sinful urges and inappropriate desires. No doubt Father Bobby will feel the need to interview and instruct you in the proper behavior for a student here in this house of worship.”

Oh, how I loved this kind of worship! The priest was now slowly working his hard cock in and out of my ass. I sighed every time he bottomed out inside me. His big hard cock would gently rub my prostate every time he pushed inside me. I loved the doggie-style position. Not only was it highly erotic to have a man grip my hips and blast my ass from behind, but it also was the perfect position for stimulating my prostate. The first time I had experienced someone milking my prostate, the orgasm had surprised me in its intensity.

The priest continued, “Yes, my son, you will certainly require a great deal of instruction and guidance. Perhaps you will require daily sessions or more. It is good that you have sought out confession and guidance on your first day here. I believe it shows that you are prepared to submit to our holy ways of worship. Only through steady work and constant practice will you achieve a truly joyous and fulfilling existence. I’m sure you’re up to the challenge, my son.”

The priest then thrust his hard cock deep inside me and began to quicken his pace. He wasn’t going slow anymore. He would draw his cock all the way out of my ass until only the cock head was inside me, then he would thrust forward and skewer me. I felt my body shake with every deep thrust. Every time he would slam into me, all the air in my lungs would be forced out in a grunt of pleasure. I could just barely hear the priest’s breathing as he fucked me. I smiled as I imagined how my parents would feel if they realized that they had sent me to a school that catered to this kind of worship.

My reverie was cut off as the priest began picking up more speed as he fucked me. I moaned in pleasure as I felt his hard cock slamming my ass. He still held me by my waist and I was still penned into the hole, but the force of his thrusts was causing my whole body to shudder under his onslaught. I hadn’t been fucked like this in so long. The taboo of the religious facade and priest confession role play added to my pleasure. I had never been into the whole religious role-playing, but this was just plain hot.

I moaned loudly as the confession booth shook with the force of his thrusts. I briefly wondered what it must look and sound like from the outside. I quickly dismissed this thought considering that I wasn’t the first confessor to be fucked hard by the priests inside. I felt the priest tighten his grip on my waist as he moaned louder. He finally moaned out, “My son, you have a ways to go to properly find your way in our house of worship, but you take instruction very well. I look forward to your next confession. But for now, I think your sinful urges are about to be satiated.”

With that, he thrust into my ass deep and hard as I felt his hard cock twitch inside my ass. I then felt spurt after spurt of hot cum fill my ass. God, I loved this feeling! Bareback was definitely the way to go. The warmth of his cum filling my ass made my toes curl. I moaned deeply as I felt the priest milk the last spurt of his cum into my ass. I clenched my asshole, hoping to squeeze out any last drops of cum as he pulled his semi-hard cock out of my ass.

I immediately clenched my asshole to keep all of the cum inside me. I sighed as I felt my asshole clamp shut.

The priest let go of my waist and seemed to stagger back. I heard him fumbling with his clothes as he said, “That will be all for now, my son. I think you can learn a great deal here in this house of worship. Instructing you should prove gratifying to all of the staff. I think you should go and speak with Father Bobby. He likes to personally welcome all of the new students in his office. Just tell him that you have successfully completed your first confession with Father William. I’m sure he will be pleased to know that you have already begun to acclimate to your new environment.”

I tried to calm my breathing as I mumbled out, “Yes, father.”

I then pulled my pants and boxers up and stumbled out of the confession booth on wobbly legs. I smiled when I realized that I had experienced so much pleasure but hadn’t cum myself. I worked to calm my breathing and steady my walking as I continued down the hall. I passed a few other students and tried to sound natural as I asked the way to Father Bobby’s office. Apparently, I was not successful as they smiled before giving me directions. I thanked them and continued on my way. I made a mental note to ask Tim some more questions the next time I saw him.

I approached the office and noticed there was no receptionist or secretary, but considering this was a private school with a dedicated entry gate out front I doubted Father Bobby needed anyone out here. I approached his door and knocked. I was beckoned to come in and greeted by name as he waved me to a seat. I told him that Father William had given me my first confession, which made him smile appreciatively.

We then discussed how I felt about the school since arriving and my outlook on my future here. I told him that I was happy with my surroundings and very hopeful for the future. We then went on to discuss the summer semester and my grades from my previous school. He informed me that I wasn’t required to take any classes during the summer, but if I did it would cut down on my required credits to graduate. We discussed me playing a sport or other recreational activity and I mentioned that my roommate seemed to want to get me into tennis.

He kept the conversation completely scholastic and never made any innuendos or hints about the nature of the school. As the talk wore on I relaxed more and felt completely free to discuss my unfortunate home life. He consoled me and said that was regrettably common here, and was indeed one of the main reasons the school was founded. He continued to offer advice and ask questions, and I could see why he was such a good administrator because he was so laid back and had a knack for putting people at ease.

Not wanting to break character, I again made some mental notes about questions to ask Tim the next time I saw him. As I relaxed fully, I finally saw a computer monitor that was shifting through security camera footage of the interior and exterior of the school. I noticed several cameras showed students and staff engaged in various sexual activities. I felt my cock twitch and my asshole tingle at some of the images. I then saw four students on the tennis courts with two of them on their knees giving the other pair blowjobs.

Father Bobby noticed my eyes glancing at the camera footage and smiled knowingly. He glanced at the monitor and said, “Ah, yes. It seems the boys made another sinful wager on the outcome of the match and are now settling up. I wonder which pair won? Traditionally I would say the ones on their knees lost, but most of our students feel that it is better to give pleasure. Indeed, most of our students receive pleasure from giving pleasure.”

I nodded silently as I tried to force my eyes off the screen, but was finding it difficult. Father Bobby then asked if I found that I fell into this group. I nodded silently as I turned back to him through force of will. I made it a point to keep my eyes on him and not glance at the monitor again. Father Bobby smiled at this and asked if I had enjoyed the tour that Tim had given me. I said that I had and felt my cock twitch again as I remembered what I saw. Father Bobby nodded knowingly as he said that he was glad I liked the atmosphere here.

Father Bobby then went on to describe the staff’s willingness and enthusiasm for assisting the students in whatever they may need. As he continued to speak I picked up on a lot of innuendo and double meanings of what he said. Father Bobby seemed to take great pleasure in packing extra meaning into what he said. By the time he had finished describing the accommodations, student body, staff, and general climate of the school he was practically describing the almost pornographic activities available.

His whole demeanor then seemed to change without any movements on his part. He asked me if I was prepared to dedicate myself to the school’s instruction and guidance. He asked if I felt that my sinful urges would complicate my time here. He asked if I was prepared to follow the staff’s orders as they were given without complaint or hesitation. He informed me that any staff member at any time could pull me aside for personal instruction and guidance, and then asked if I would comply. I answered all of his questions in character and became more submissive as the discussion wore on.

I noticed that the phrase “instruction and guidance” appeared a lot in conversation and wondered if they ever used that euphemism when speaking with the outside world. By the time he began asking me about my past sinful urges and activities, I had slipped into complete obedience mode with my eyes downcast submissively and always addressing him as “Father.” After his instigation, I found myself describing in lewd detail my sexual history since I lost my virginity, my turn-ons, turn-offs, and fantasies. Not surprisingly he picked up on the fact that my favorite sexual encounters had involved older men and most of my sexual fantasies also involved older men. He asked me a lot of questions regarding my sexual fantasies involving a doctor and patient, teacher and student, coach and athlete, principal and student, cop and perp, boss and employee, psychiatrist and patient, master and slave, plus I also added my new fantasy of priest and choir boy/confessor.

Throughout my descriptions, Father Bobby offered commentary like a disapproving priest would, but added a lot of double meaning to his opinions. He seemed to enjoy having me describe my feelings and thoughts in lewdly minute detail. I could also detect that he enjoyed my sexual fantasies even if he did stay in the character of a disapproving priest. The interview culminated with me describing the taste, consistency, and feeling of hot cum spurted into my mouth after I had given one of my numerous blowjobs.

After I had finished, he gave me a long and thorough speech on the importance of following orders, obeying instructions, and accepting guidance from the staff. The entire speech was filled with blatant innuendo and double-meaning. He seemed to really enjoy describing me as a perverted young man with sinful, inappropriate, and immoral urges and desires. His descriptions of my past sexual activities led me to believe he had thoroughly enjoyed hearing all of the torrid details, as he constantly quoted my descriptions back to me in a disapproving tone.

Once he was finished I sat there sufficiently quiet and sullen to show him I was still in character. Even though I could tell we both loved the game, we continued in this fashion as he began describing how this sort of behavior would not be tolerated in his house of worship. His description brought me back to my confession like some kind of code phrase. I wondered if “house of worship” was another euphemism or code phrase used by the staff.

After he had me promise to cease all of my sinful urges, he leaned back in his chair and asked if Father William had instructed me on the proper posture and technique for seeking absolution and offering penance. I nodded my head as I told him that I had been instructed to kneel down and follow instructions.

Father Bobby commended me on my ability to learn quickly and indicated that I kneel in front of him as he sat in his chair. I complied and knelt as he instructed me on what the next few days would entail. I would be fitted with the school uniform consisting of a white jockstrap, black dress shoes, white socks, gray dress pants, a white dress shirt, a black tie, and a gray sports jacket. I asked why we had to wear a jockstrap and he informed me that it was a traditional fetish undergarment for gay men, so until we proved ourselves to no longer be sinful and full of depraved urges, we would all wear this garment. He also said that the students were subject to summary spot checks to ensure we were properly attired at all times.

He then informed me that facial hair was forbidden. Father Bobby also stated that due to the required hernia checks for medical reasons, all students were required to be clean-shaven in our pubic areas as well. He added that for sympathy’s sake, all staff followed those rules as well. He stated that being cleanly shaven was also subject to spot checks. Father Bobby informed me that failure to follow the dress code would result in a student wearing only the jockstrap until told otherwise and failure to follow the shaving policy would result in having a staff member shave the student in front of their class and the student being without pants and the jockstrap until told otherwise.

Father Bobby then asked if I were clean-shaven yet and I was able to say that I was. He looked at me skeptically and said that he would have to check. He then ordered me to strip naked, including my socks and shoes. As I stripped he withdrew a jockstrap in my size from his desk and laid it on his lap. He then had me stand completely still as he examined me. He ran his fingers across my cheeks and neck, down my naturally hairless, over my groin, circled my balls and cock, and all over my ass cheeks. He even spread my ass cheeks to check my asshole. After his “cursory inspection,” he gave my cock and balls a more thorough and hands-on inspection. After pulling my slowly stiffening cock in all directions and gently tugging and massaging my balls, he began asking me questions about how often I shave, while keeping a firm grip on my cock and balls.

It didn’t take long before I was rock hard and leaking precum. Father Bobby didn’t react or comment on my erection in his hand, as he continued to ask questions about general hygiene and my shower routine. He asked if I masturbated in the shower. He commented on the communal showers in the dorms. After I was painfully hard, he casually handed me the jockstrap and told me to put it on. Afterward, he had me resume my kneeling position.

He then asked how often I masturbated and how many times a day. Being a teenager I had replied that if I didn’t have sex that day, I would masturbate as often as possible and sometimes more than twice a day. Father Bobby seemed disappointed in this answer and said that the school disapproved of masturbation and preferred the students spend their excess energy in extracurricular activities and prayer.

He told me that the jockstrap would hold my cock secure and tight to my body and hopefully act as a shield against outside stimuli and sinful urges. As he spoke, he began gently rubbing my lips with his thumb and gently massaging his cock through his pants with his other hand. As his speech about proper attire and hygiene wore on he continued to add the customary phrase “instruction and guidance” anytime he needed an innuendo for the staff having sex with the students.

As he alluded to the students sucking staff members’ cocks, he slowly pressed his thumb into my mouth. I instinctively began to suck and lick his thick digit as he continued his hinted description of students giving blowjobs to the other priests. He described it as the students showing the proper respect and servitude towards the priests, whose calling in life was to educate young men and ensure they could accept the proper instruction and guidance when required.

Father Bobby then casually pulled my head against his crotch as he removed his thumb from my mouth. He gently rubbed my head as he pressed rubbed my face against his hard cock as it tented his pants. He began to roll his hips and slowly rub his hard cock against my face as he explained the dangers of the students not obtaining the proper instruction and guidance. As he finished his speech I was practically drooling to get at his hard cock. Father Bobby then asked, “Tell me, my son, how do you think you could best prove to me that you are willing to submit to the instruction and guidance of the priests in this house of worship?”

Without speaking, I used my teeth to slowly unzip his pants before reaching up to remove his hard cock and balls from his pants. I began to gently massage his balls with one hand as I gripped his cock shaft with the other and opened my mouth to begin sucking his cock head. I licked all around the edges and across the piss slit to collect the leaking precum. I closed my eyes as I enjoyed the beginning of my second blowjob of the day. I slowly began taking more of his cock into my mouth and then pulling back to suck the cock head. Before long, I was pressing the cock head into my throat as I swallowed around the bulbous head to massage the sensitive crown.

Father Bobby continued to slowly stroke my head as I sucked his cock. Throughout the blowjob, he continued to describe and narrate the proper attitude and behavior of the students towards the staff. He described the students as being akin to slaves in this house of worship dedicated to serving and obeying the priests in any and every way. He talked about long hours of instruction and guidance needed by the sinful students. He described the priests as the masters of the house of worship who deserved to be obeyed, served, and venerated by the students. He concluded that the priests were able to guide and instruct the students through their immoral behavior, sinful urges, and inappropriate desires to become the proper worshipful young men that we could all be.

Father Bobby seemed to really get off on delivering a mocking sermon full of innuendo and double meaning while I sucked his cock. I moaned around the cock as I remembered Tim’s description of the religious nature here was a jab at the church system and a very kinky fetish all in one. I concentrated on truly worshiping this magnificently hard cock as I considered all of the anti-gay activities, the mocking of gay people’s feelings, and the disregard for our rights to happiness I had observed just in my hometown. I was struck with the epiphany that the entire organized religious system deserved all of the mockery and contempt that we could parody in our private house of gay worship.

My epiphany hit me hard. Up until that point I had been turned on by the whole religious play aspect of the school but my upbringing had instilled in me a slight uneasiness about the situation. I hadn’t truly believed in god but I had worried about disappointing my parents. Now as the facts sunk in that it had been my parents who had sent me to a different state to a supposedly strict fundamentalist Christian boarding school to force gay young men into hiding what they were and how they felt, likely through harsh treatment, outright abuse, and isolation, I wondered why I ever cared what they thought. But now I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I immediately doubled my efforts sucking and truly worshiping Father Bobby’s hard cock. I heard a loud moan above me and felt his cock twitch in my mouth before he exploded down my throat. I swallowed and savored every drop of his hot cum, but I never hesitated or slowed down my blowjob.

I continued to massage his balls, stroke and milk his shaft, and worship his cock with my mouth. I knew that I could suck a guy off and keep him hard if I continued to work his cock without slowing down. I knew exactly what to do, having done this before. I loved sucking another man’s hard cock, especially if they were an older man in a position of authority over me. The feeling of being helpless against another man’s authority and power over me was a big turn-on.

Once I realized that Father Bobby’s cock would stay hard, I backed off my energetic effort and went back to a slow and steady worship of his cock. Father Bobby then gently pulled me off his cock and had me lay on my back on his desk with my head leaning backward over the edge. He then pressed his cock head against my lips with a simple order of, “Open up, my son.”

I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his cock as he slowly fed it to me. Having never experienced this position when sucking cock, it took me a few seconds to acclimate myself to this new position. I had seen this position in porn and I expected what came next. I was already experienced and good at deep-throating a cock, as I had worked with a large dildo to defeat my gag reflex. I simply sucked and licked as best as I could as Father Bobby began fucking my mouth and throat.

The Father moaned and gently stroked my head and hair as he began another religious sermon on a student’s obligation, duty, and privilege to serve and obey the priests in our house of worship. He described knowing and allowing the students to practice our servitude and obedience on each other in order to better prepare and perfect our ability to receive instruction and guidance from the priests. He spoke in great length on how our dedication and commitment to the service of the priests would endow us with a newfound sense of accomplishment and pride.

This entire time I felt my throat being penetrated over and over as his hard cock slipped in and out. With this new position, I found it incredibly easy and comfortable to take his hard cock into my throat without any struggle or discomfort. I moaned around the hard cock as I wondered what other skills, techniques, and lessons I might learn here in this house of worship.

With a moan of pleasure, Father Bobby withdrew his cock from my mouth and quickly spun me around on his desk so my ass cheeks were now hanging off the edge. Father Bobby gripped his hard cock and rubbed it against my asshole as he asked, “Are you ready to accept my instruction and guidance, my son?”

I replied submissively, “Yes, Father.”

He then pulled my legs up and laid my feet over his shoulders as he asked, “Are you prepared to accept the instruction and guidance of the other priests in this house of worship, my son?”

I again replied submissively, “Yes, Father.”

Father Bobby then eased his hard cock head into my ass, as he asked, “Are you prepared to focus your sinful urges and immoral desires on serving and obeying the priests in this holy house of worship, my son?”

I nodded as I whimpered, “Yes, Father.”

He continued to slowly press forward until his thighs and balls rested against my ass cheeks and his groin rested against the codpiece of the jockstrap. He then slowly trailed his fingers over my inner thighs, ass cheeks, and the codpiece as he asked, “Are you prepared to put the needs and desires of the priests above your own? Are you prepared to place your body into the holy arms of the priests in order to better serve this house of worship? Will you obey every order and instruction from the priests without hesitation or complaint?”

I nodded breathlessly as I whispered, “Yes, Father.”

Father Bobby nodded as he declared, “Then you are ready to begin your servitude and worship to the priests of this house of worship.”

With this, he set a punishing pace of fucking my ass. I moaned as I felt the exquisite pleasure of his thrusts. I felt Father William’s hot cum still inside me being rubbed against my insides and coating my ass. I imagined I could see Father Bobby’s hard cock forcing its way into the tight tunnel of my ass and forming waves of Father William’s cum as it crashed through the hot seed.

Father Bobby seemed to want to continue his sermon and I wondered if this was the norm for him, giving mocking religious sermons while a student sucked his cock or had his hard cock shoved up his tight young ass. I moaned as I heard the Father preach on the evils of laziness and the holiness of serving the priests’s needs and desires. He spoke on the need for discipline and order, as he described a young man’s need for a firm hand and strict treatment, which led me to the image of me on my knees being approached by a muscular man clad in black leather. He expanded on my probable need to receive instruction and guidance from more than one priest at a time, to better illustrate that my purpose was to serve and obey.

I felt myself flush with my long-held fantasy of being spit-roasted by two men. Father Bobby informed me that for the more dedicated students, the school also holds numerous group activity nights for students and staff. I pictured a scene of numerous men oiled down as they engaged in an all-out orgy reminiscent of Ancient Rome. He rarely asked any more questions that I could follow, but I always replied with my customary submissive, “Yes, Father.”

He spoke of the students’ needs and desires to submit to their holy priests in any way demanded. He described the piece, quiet, and privacy offered by the school’s large grounds and seclusion that allowed for the priests to hold classes and training outside. Father Bobby explained the importance of public instruction and guidance conducted in the hallways or other common areas of the school, in order for those students and priests who were not involved to learn from the experience as well. He informed me that after I learned to serve and obey the priests without hesitation or even conscious thought, I wouldn’t even notice where I was or who was in the vicinity. Father Bobby described this way of thinking as pure submission and chided me to strive for this high level of obedience and servitude.

I heard him grunt as his voice trailed off and felt his grip on my thighs tighten as I guessed that he would soon cum inside me again. Feeling the excitement and wanting to continue to play the character, I moaned out, “Father, will I be happy and peaceful once I’m filled with the blessings of the priests?”

Father Bobby moaned at my question and I felt him pick up speed and up the force of his hard cock thrusting into my ass. He finally grunted out, “Yes, my son, you will feel a newfound sense of accomplishment and pride every time you are filled with the warm blessings of the priests. Do you want to feel that, my son? Do you want to feel the warmth of a holy priest’s blessings filling your sinful young body and ridding you of your immoral urges and selfish desires?”

I moaned back as I felt my asshole tingling in the signature way that preceded my forthcoming prostate orgasm. I hadn’t even considered that I would cum as I enjoyed being fucked in this kinky religious mockery. I finally replied, “Yes, Father. Fill me with your warmth and let me serve the needs and desires of all the priests.”

Father Bobby grunted again as he thrust deep inside me. I moaned as I felt his hard cock twitch and explode in a blast of hot cum inside me. I clenched my asshole to help milk his hard cock of all of his cum but also keep his and Father William’s cum from spilling out. I wanted to keep their hot cum inside me for as long as possible. Father Bobby moaned softly as he slowly pulled his softening cock out of my ass. I sighed in pleasure and relief when I felt my asshole successfully clamp tightly shut.

I lay there out of breath as I enjoyed my after-glow. Father Bobby then pointed to the codpiece on my jockstrap and said with a satisfied smile, “Do you see, my son, how pleasurable and fulfilling servitude and obedience can be? Even a sinful young man like you can take pleasure in the proper application of instruction and guidance.”

I nodded as I felt my sticky cum leaking out of my codpiece, as I said, “Yes, Father. Thank you for the opportunity to serve and obey your needs and desires. Thank you for filling me with the warmth of your blessings, Father.”

Father Bobby then helped me stand up but then instructed me to leave my cum where it was as a sign of my own accomplishment. He also informed me that my uniforms would be arriving the day after tomorrow, but that since I couldn’t wear my street clothes, I would have to go about in only my jockstrap, socks, and dress shoes. He smiled at my shock and discomfort but told me that it would give me a lesson in humility and remind me to always wear the proper attire. He did mention that I could allow another student to clean me if wanted and if someone was willing. Father Bobby chuckled at that last statement as he clarified that it wouldn’t be a problem considering that a great many students were much more depraved, sinful, and immoral than I was.

With that, he had me bundle up my clothes to put away in my room and guided me from his office with his hand firmly gripping my ass cheek. With a swift spank on my ass, he sent me on my way. I walked through the hallways with my head down as I felt my cum leaking out of my codpiece and just hoped I could walk smoothly enough to not leak any more out. I briefly wondered if his instructions of not cleaning myself unless I found someone to do it for me was a true order that he might check on and if it applied to me not being able to wash it off even in the shower. Considering everything else I had learned about this place and experienced, I decided that it was a better choice to take Father Bobby’s instructions as an order.

I sighed quietly as I felt myself blush as I passed other students in the hallway. I never heard any snide or hurtful comments, which I had expected considering my past, but I was still embarrassed at my lack of clothes and the cum soaked and leaking jockstrap. I felt extreme relief and comfort when I heard Tim call my name. I looked up with obvious relief as he approached me with three other students. I wondered if these were his tennis partners and which pair had given the others their prize blowjobs.

Tim smiled casually as he walked up to me and nodded understandingly as he asked when my uniforms would arrive. After I said not for two more days, one of the other students stated that they probably had them already but that the priests just really enjoy making the new kids walk around with their ass cheeks exposed and puckered assholes ready for a good fucking. The other three laughed and agreed with this. But Tim saw my current state and put his arm around my shoulder as he said comfortingly, “Come with me. Let’s go guys. Help me clean him up. You know how Father Bobby operates.”

They all mumbled in understanding as Tim led me to our room and they formed a screen around me as we walked. I sighed as I felt a little better and grateful that they were taking care of me.

On our way back to Tim’s and my dorm room they told quick accounts of their first hours at the school. Apparently, they had all been welcomed and broken in by Father Bobby. I wondered if my going to confession first had led to my current embarrassing state, but as the stories continued I quickly learned that it was an old tradition at the school and a way to announce a new sexually active student to the rest of the students and priests. Apparently, as of this moment, I was up for grabs by students and the priests. Though they all promised that I could always say “no.” One of the guys blocking my front did turn around to smirk and wink at me as he said, “But since the priests are all hot and the rest of the students know they have to stay in shape and look attractive to continue getting laid here, I doubt you will find anyone unattractive.”

The guy behind is snickered as he commented, “Unless his parents made a BIG mistake and someone sent another straight boy here.”

They all laughed as they gossiped about the last time a straight guy had accidentally been sent here because his parents thought he was gay. No amount of pleading and arguing had been able to convince anyone of his heterosexuality. They shook their heads and snickered as they explained that since the priests were all convinced the guy was gay and just playing a character, he had received a lot of instruction and guidance. Apparently, it had been six weeks of gay sex daily until he finally got someone to believe him. They all nodded but still made jokes about the irony of a straight guy being used as a fuck toy at a sanctuary for young gay men. They laughed again wondering if it were possible that his parents would send him back after he had “the straight fucked out of him.”

Arriving back at our dorm room, Tim led me to the bed, and seemed like he was about to lick the cum off my thighs, but his other friend stopped him. After a brief argument about the others also wanting to welcome the new guy vs. Tim’s argument about taking care of his roommate, it was decided that since Tim and his tennis teammate had already had their fun, it was the right of the other pair to clean me up and welcome me to school. Accepting this argument, Tim sat down on the bed next to me and indicated for me to lay back as the two winners dropped to their knees and spread my legs.

Tim then went on to introduce his three friends as John and Robbie (on their knees), Billy as he pouted and waved from Tim’s bed, and he threw in my name of Alec to have everyone known. I sighed as I felt John and Robbie begin licking the cum off my inner thighs. As they neared my codpiece, I tried to act casual by asking Tim who won the tennis game. Tim laughed and explained that he and Billy had won. When I was confused at the fact that as the winners they had not received the blowjobs, Tim had explained that since they were all complete bottoms and preferred to cum by prostate orgasm, giving the losers a blowjob would be a punishment because given the skill and expertise of their blowjobs it would make it almost impossible for John and Robbie to experience a prostate orgasm for several hours if not until tomorrow no matter how hard they got ass fucked. Billy laughed and said that even John Holmes couldn’t fuck John or Robbie long or hard enough to give them a prostate orgasm.

I nodded in understanding as I felt two tongues and two sets of lips begin cleaning my cum off from my cock and balls. John mumbled out a remark that at least they wouldn’t have to teach me how to shave, as Tim explained that John’s last roommate before Robbie had taken a lot of solo discipline and attention before he had learned to stay clean-shaven. Feeling two kisses on either side of my cock, John and Robbie announced that I was all clean as they stood up and then pounced into Tim and my laps with a mock battle cry.

As we all settled down and I began to relax a little more in my nudity, I glanced around and noticed how normal they were acting. The four of them were carrying on and gossiping like nothing was out of the normal and they were perfectly used to this behavior. I saw Tim had set my jockstrap by the air vent to dry and Billy had made a scoffing remark about making the whole room smell like cum, causing me to joke that the smell of cum was the perfect scent to fall asleep to after a long day. All the guys laughed and agreed to this, but added their opinions on other smells they enjoyed: KY jelly, baby oil, leather, and the unmistakable smell of cock were all agreed upon as comforting smells to fall asleep to.

As we continued I learned that they all came from similar backgrounds as me and had been exiled here. They were all taking several classes in the morning during the summer to cut down on their requirements to graduate this coming year. They were all interested in finding out if I planned to stay after the summer and I admitted that I was considering it. They laughed as they agreed that four hours here had that effect on a young gay bottom boy. I asked what their plans were for after next year and they all said college. Apparently, this school had such a great reputation for producing students with exceptional grades, that a diploma from here along with notes of good behavior was almost a guarantee of landing the student an academic scholarship to numerous colleges. They mentioned several that had the best gay atmospheres and social lives available.

I began spewing out the questions that I had been saving up and the four guys took it as a norm that I would have lots of questions. They answered them all and offered comments when needed. By the end of the conversation, I lay with my head in Tim’s lap as John and Robbie lay against my naked body. As we lapsed into silence, Robbie perked up and asked, “What time is it? I’m hungry.”

As if on signal, four stomachs replied for us. We all laughed as Tim read the clock as 5:30 pm. Robbie jumped up and said, “Let’s go to the dining hall.”

We all followed as I put on my now-dry jockstrap. I was a little self-conscious, but with their reassurances that no one would mess with me and that I wouldn’t be the only one, I settled down and followed them. After passing several sets of students and priests in various sexual acts, I asked how they ever got used to seeing all the sex everywhere. They laughed and said I would get used to it. They said that they were so used to it now that they barely noticed anymore. Tim commented on reading a book in the library a week ago and not noticing the double blowjob John had been giving to two priests just two feet away from him. It had taken the grunts of orgasm to get his attention.

They all admitted that it was all a little overwhelming at first and that they had always stopped to watch whenever they saw some priest having his way with a student, but now they hardly noticed unless they saw something new. John then piped in saying, “Just remember to watch where you step and you’ll be fine.

They all laughed at this and I joined in, but considering I would be barefoot for the next two days at least, it seemed like good advice. Once we got to the dining hall I found that Tim had been right, I wasn’t the only one in just a jockstrap. I even saw a few guys completely naked and guessed that they hadn’t complied with the shaving policy. We went through the line, got our food, and settled at an empty table to start eating. I was surprised at the fancy spread of food. Although they offered the standard hamburger and fixings, they also had grilled chicken and several different pastas.

Once we started eating I looked around and noticed that the priests were all sitting at a long table at the head of the hall where they could face the students. I also noticed several sets of feet poking out from under the priest’s table indicating that four of them were enjoying blowjobs as they ate. Seeing the crowd in the hall and remembering what had been said about most students not going home over the summer due to bad home lives, I quickly realized that the school accommodated about a hundred students with approximately 20 or so priests. This helped the priests being able to accommodate the sexual appetites of the sexually active students without over-exhaustion.

Nodding to myself, I asked how often the four of them had sex. They indicated that it varied but at least once a day they enjoyed the instruction and guidance of a priest, but they might also engage in other sexual activities with each other or other students if they wanted. Apparently, the sexual wagers were a common thing and added to their fun. They discussed their favorite priests and the different activities available. They were all surprised and impressed that I had already given confession even before Father Bobby welcomed me in his office.

They discussed the fun of the sauna, steam room, dungeon, and medical exam room. I was curious and asked how I should proceed if I was actually not feeling well or was injured. Tim informed me that the standard code was to knock twice on the door and announce that I was there to see the doctor if I was interested in a sexual medical rendezvous, but I should just announce my ailment if I actually needed medical attention. John then added that the priests sometimes added special prizes and wagers to gym classes from time to time, but that for the most part, the students would make wagers between themselves.

We continued to talk throughout dinner and I asked how I could go about taking a few classes to pass the time in the mornings like they did. Robbie informed me that I should go talk to Father Jacob in his office and see what was available. They added that they were all in the same classes of advanced algebra and intro to physics, to get those required credits out of the way. I nodded and would have to see what was available and what I needed to graduate. John said that the priests could usually be found in their offices until after 8 p.m., considering everyone stayed at the school anyway. I decided to go by his office after an hour or so after I finished dinner.

We all discussed the various activities, sexual and otherwise, that I could enjoy here if I so chose to do so. The four of them stated that since I was fresh new meat, I wouldn’t have to seek out sex if I got horny because all the priests would want to have a go with me. They agreed that this would normalize after a week or so and that afterward I could choose what to do. They all agreed that I should just go with the flow and enjoy it. I was certainly on all of the priests’ lists.

They reminded me that it was usually the priests who instigated the sexual rendezvous outside of the confession booths, dungeon, and medical room. Most of the time a priest would simply pull us into an empty room or push us against the wall in front of everyone to have their way with us. Sometimes a priest would keep us after class, call us to their office, have us service them during class or a meeting, or invite us to their room for the night. Tim added that sometimes two priests would come to the student’s dorm room and have a private tutoring session with the roommates. Knowing that they would understand considering they were all bottoms, I asked what I should do if I just wanted to suck a priest’s cock. They all smiled and nodded their understanding, as Billy explained that I could always approach a priest and declare my need for help in worship training.

They then explained certain codes I could use with my sports jacket’s top pocket handkerchief. I would be issued white, pink, red, green, blue, orange, yellow, and black handkerchiefs when my uniforms arrived. They each had a meaning when placed in my sports jacket’s top front pocket. White meant I was open to anything. Pink meant that I wanted to suck a cock. Red meant I wanted my cock sucked and was rarely used by the mostly submissive bottom students. Green meant I wanted to be fucked. Blue meant I wanted to fuck someone else and was also rarely used. Orange meant I wanted to be rimmed. Yellow meant I wanted to rim someone. Black meant I wanted to be disciplined. As they explained the meanings to me I noticed that Tim had a black handkerchief and the other three had white. I smiled in understanding at the three whites but arched an eyebrow when I noticed Tim’s. Tim just shrugged and again said, “Don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.”

I then ran through all of the colors in my head so I could keep them straight. Tim saw my expression and told me not to worry about memorizing them. The handkerchiefs came with a list explaining them all, I wouldn’t get them until at least another two days so memorizing them now was pointless, and because I was going to be so sought after for the next few weeks I shouldn’t even worry about needing to seek out someone for sex or announce my willingness for certain activities. They all assured me that for the next two weeks at least, I would be bent over and fucked at least three times a day and be pushed to my knees to give at least three blowjobs a day. I nodded and smiled at this as I looked forward to all the attention from the priests.

Finally wanting more information on what goes on in the dungeon I asked who among them had experienced it. They all smiled, but Tim practically beamed. Tim took the initiative and began explaining that the dungeon made use of the handkerchief system to get things started. If someone came into the dungeon with a white handkerchief, they would be treated like a sex slave (forced to give blowjobs to any priest there, have their tongue forced into an asshole and forced to rim, have their asshole rimmed deep and left dripping with spit, plus being fucked long and hard possibly while being restrained) but without any discipline or corporal punishment. A student that entered the dungeon with a black handkerchief could expect all of that plus leaving the dungeon with a red ass after being spanked at a minimum. How much more the student experienced depended on his preferences. The dungeon master always started off slow and offered the student a safe word to stop the scene. Tim admitted to enjoying the dungeon master blindfolding him, using a riding crop, flogger, paddle, and open hand. Tim further explained that the student could ask for more pain, less pain, or let the dungeon master have his way.

I nodded silently as I listened to Tim. John, Billy, and Robbie then chimed in saying that they had dabbled in some basic corporal punishment and spanking, but preferred to just be sexually dominated by the hot priest in black leather. I nodded at this and they all seemed to see my interest. John then brought up the medical exam room with all of the examination tools, probes, and exotic toys. Apparently, if you enjoyed playing with toys and more extreme penetrations this was the place to go.

Robbie brought up the sauna and steam room. Saying that they were the places to go for “seduction play” and “massage play.” I understood the massage aspect but I was unclear as to the seduction play. Robbie explained that you would just pretend to be a straight boy and a priest would start up a casual conversation. As the conversation went on the priest might put a hand on your thigh or shoulder. This would continue until the priest had seduced you in one way or another leading to sex or a blowjob. Apparently lots of students and priests like the long build-up. They could also use a team-up approach where two priests enter the sauna or steam room, begin crowding and being sexually aggressive with the student, the student would ask to be left alone, but the priests would eventually force themselves on the student in a non-violent way, usually one would hold the student while the other masturbated him and this would continue until the student’s defenses were down and he was just too horny to resist anymore.

Remembering what they had said earlier, I asked about the straight guy that had been sent here. I asked if he had experienced the same period of “new fresh meat” that I was now in. I asked if he had been ass fucked and forced to give blowjobs at least three times a day. They all exchanged smirks as Billy explained, “Actually he was a lot more popular with the priests and students than most new meat. Everyone thought he was just incredible at staying in character, so he got a lot more attention than normal. He probably got fucked at least five times a day and sucked twice as many cocks. Even the students joined in and had him suck cock and rim ass. But he also got his dick sucked more than any two people here. Every student wanted to suck his cock because he always begged us not to. Who does that? A straight guy apparently.”

John then joined in and said, “Yeah, he’s the reason the priests insist on full psychological evaluations before a new student is admitted. I guess I feel bad for the guy, but the memories of him still turn on a lot of priests and students.”

I nodded and looked around again as I dropped my voice to ask, “How come there aren’t any fat guys, ugly guys, or completely top students? I’ve only seen attractive guys that are in shape and most are total bottoms.”

Tim jumped back in as he explained that this is a private school. There are lots of candidates for consideration. The priests get to pick and choose from the best around the country. The priests are all tops and love domination. The last thing they want is a top student to fish in their private pond. I nodded and said I understood that and wasn’t complaining. I then smiled as I said, “I sure don’t mind being a fuck-toy for hot older men. I’ve had fantasies about this kind of thing. I’m not about to do anything that might get me kicked out.”

They all laughed and agreed with me. We shared another laugh as Robbie stated that the best way to get young gay boys to behave is to give them lots of sex with hot dominating older men. He said there was a reason that the students worked so hard to get good grades. No one wants to go back to their homes, especially not for bad grades. We all nodded at this and I added that I didn’t have to worry since I had made the honor roll since elementary school. They all nodded as Tim reminded me that if that wasn’t the case I probably wouldn’t be here.

As we finished our food I followed them to the common room. I had relaxed more and wasn’t as self-conscious in my jockstrap. As we entered the room a black-haired priest was walking around speaking to various students. As he approached me I suddenly felt like a deer in headlights as he locked eyes with me. I felt the rest of the world disappear as he held my gaze. Without conscious thought, I had backed up against the wall. He walked up to me and placed his hands on the wall on either side of my head as he asked, “Tell me, my son, are you settling in so far.”

I answered, “Yes, Father.”

He smiled subtly as he continued, “Have you been instructed on the proper ways of worship, my son?”

I nodded slightly as I repeated, “Yes, Father.”

He leaned in closer and I felt his body resting against mine as he said, “Show me what you’ve learned, my son. Kneel down and show me the proper way to worship.”

I slowly sank to my knees and looked up at him as I brought my hands to his crotch to unzip his pants. I then carefully removed his hard cock. I continued to hold eye contact with him as I gripped his hard cock with both hands, opened my mouth, and wrapped my lips around his cock. I moaned around his cock as I tasted his precum. I began sucking and licking his cock head as I slowly stroked his shaft. I heard him moan out as I continued to suck his cock head, “Look at you, my son, walking around our house of worship in only a jockstrap like you want some wicked man to shove his vile cock up in your ass and plant his sinful seed deep inside you. I bet we will have to give you daily sessions of instruction and guidance to help you learn the ways of proper obedience and servitude.”

I moaned as I heard him and began to suck the entire length of his cock. I continued to hold his gaze as I deep-throated his cock and began swallowing around his cock head. He moaned again and brought a hand to my head as he began trailing his fingers through my hair. I drew back and began bobbing my head up and down his cock as I stroked his shaft in sync with my mouth. The Father sighed and bowed in prayer as he whispered. I barely heard his quiet prayer but picked up words and phrases like, “blast your tight little ass,” “fill you with my seed,” “make you worship my hard cock,” and “taste that tight little fuck-hole.”

I moaned as I registered his vows and felt my asshole tingle at the thought. I’d already been fucked up the ass twice today but I wanted more. I wanted him to push me down on my hands and knees to blast my ass until he filled me with another load of hot cum. I moaned again and picked up more speed as I sucked his cock. He had stopped talking now and was beginning to breathe heavily as I watched his knees shake slightly. I smiled around his cock as I gripped his shaft tighter and imagined I was trying to suck his skull out of his cock.

As I put all of my skill and concentration into sucking the Father’s cock, I heard him grunt, “Yeah, suck that big hard cock you dirty boy.”

I smiled around the cock as I realized that I had made him break character. Feeling a rush of excitement, I snaked a hand into his pants and began massaging his balls. I tugged gently to add to his experience and was rewarded by hearing him moan in pleasure as I felt his balls draw up. Knowing he was about to cum, I deep-thrusted his cock and swallowed as fast as I could. I then felt his cock twitch as his cock head swelled in my throat. I moaned in pleasure as I felt him begin cumming directly into my throat.

I have always loved sucking cock and swallowing hot cum. It gave me a sense of accomplishment to feel a man cum in my mouth. I enjoyed the taste and have pulled a hard cock out of my mouth and stroked him with my mouth open so he could watch me catch his cum on my tongue. This was hot but also could get messy. I preferred to just give an entire blowjob and swallow the cum when he gave it to me. The first time a man came while I was deep-throating him was such a rush to me because I could literally feel every spurt of hot cum shoot down my throat.

As I felt the last blast of cum sliding down my throat, I pulled back to suck and stroke his shaft to milk every drop of cum into my mouth. As I felt the cock begin to soften and no longer felt any more cum being forced from his cock, I withdrew my mouth from his cock, placed it back in his pants, and looked up at the Father for further instruction as I submissively said, “Thank you for your blessing, Father.”

The Father took a deep breath and smirked down at me as he said, “My son, you are well on your journey to learning the proper way of servitude and obedience. I look forward to giving you further instruction and guidance as you learn your proper place in our house of worship.”

With that, he walked out of the room without a second glance. I stood up and found the others sitting on a large sectional watching TV. I sat down in an empty spot next to Tim and sighed as I relaxed. Tim nudged my shoulder as he smiled and said, “Damn, dude! Are you trying for a record or something?”

I laughed and felt myself blush as I looked away. John teased me as he asked how my dessert was. I laughed, licked my lips, and replied, “Nice and warm.”

All of us laughed and Robbie joined us as he said, “Nice and hard too, I bet.”

We all laughed again as we turned back to the TV. We settled into relaxing and making snide comments about the shows as I felt accepted and completely free for the first time. Tim apparently saw my expression or body language change, because he leaned over and whispered, “Everyone feels like this once they settle in and relax. You just got there quicker than most. Forget those fuckers. You should consider this home now.”

I felt my chest swell as I listened to him and understood exactly what he was saying. I nodded silently fearing that might voice would crack from emotion if I tried to speak. He smiled sideways at me like he understood, then we turned back to watching TV as John made a crude comment about a badly acted kiss. We all laughed and began discussing our experiences with bad kissers. Our discussion drew in a few more guys from around the room and after thirty minutes we had completely forgotten the show as our discussion broadened into bad sex.

After we all laughed when someone quoted a straight guy from his former school who stated, “There’s no such thing as a bad blowjob.”

We all jumped in with contradictions of that statement and pretty soon we had begun discussing our preferred techniques for sucking cock. Everyone seemed to have the same basic technique, but we differed in a few specifics. All of us preferred to swallow and had the same outlook of accomplishment to make a man cum in our mouths or throats. We all agreed that gay men were the best at sucking cock because we understood the equipment better than a woman ever could. Someone made a snide comment about lesbians and pussy licking, making us all shudder and cringe. A few guys liked to stick a finger or two up a guy’s ass when they sucked his cock, but most of us used the technique of one hand stroking and milking the shaft while the other hand massaged and tugged the balls. One guy liked to grip the balls tightly and pull them downward to prolong the blowjob and add a little spice to the game.

As the conversation took on a mind of its own, Tim reminded me that I wanted to go see Father Jacob. I thanked him and quickly left the room after Tim had directed me to the Father’s office. I passed several priests and students on my way and was a little surprised that none of the priests made a pass or just reached out to grab me. I wasn’t put out, as I wanted to get to Father Jacob’s office before he left, but it still surprised me. I guessed that my fast-walking toward the priests’ offices told everyone that I was on my way somewhere official and in a hurry. Once I arrived, I knocked on the door and waited. I immediately heard a calm voice instruct me to come in. I opened the door and asked if he was Father Jacob. When he said yes, I introduced myself and explained that my roommate Tim had told me that I should speak with him about signing up for some summer classes.

Father Jacob smiled appreciatively and said that he was glad that I was taking my time here seriously and looking toward the future, especially after less than a day here. He then indicated that I should sit in the chair on the other side of his desk. The room looked like a standard office and Father Jacob reminded me of the other priests I had seen so far: in shape, attractive, 30-50 years old, well-groomed, and professional.

He went on to verify my name and basic information as he pulled up my school records on his computer. He noted my excellent grades, good attendance records, and without any disciplinary problems. He then asked what subjects I was looking to take. I told him that I would like to knock out a science and math credit before my senior year if possible. He nodded as he checked the schedule. He came up with advanced algebra and intro to physics, both with Tim. I said that they were perfect and asked about class times, locations, and required books and supplies. He printed out a sheet explaining all of this and handed it to me.

I thanked him for his help and asked if I needed to do anything else. He asked if I had considered any extracurricular activities yet. I told him that Tim and my other new friends had offered to teach me tennis. He nodded and said that would work out for me, since the four of them had only been playing for at most a year, with Robbie and John only starting to play two months ago. He mentioned that he had played tennis and squash since high school and knew I would get a nice workout if I applied myself. I said that I was looking forward to it. He smiled and nodded in approval as he began asking me the standard administrative questions about my first day here: How was I fitting in, Did I like my room, How was the food, How did I get along with my roommate and the other students I’d met, would I miss my family and friends, and if I thought about continuing here after the summer. I answered all of the questions easily and he seemed to like my answers. After he heard me answer that I would not miss my family, he went on to explain that unfortunately that was the norm at this school. He then reinforced the nature of the school as he said that most of the students have been cut off from their families and have come to consider this school as home.

He then asked me what I had thought about the priests so far. I stuttered a bit but said that I found them very helpful and professional. Father Jacob then used the same trick as Father Bobby, as he changed his expression, body language, and the atmosphere in the room without doing anything at all. Suddenly I knew that he was in charge and that he demanded complete submission and obedience. Without being told, I dropped my head submissively and waited silently for further questions or orders. I again wondered how they did this. I wasn’t a submissive person, my relationship with my parents was proof of that. But I hadn’t ever experienced anything like this. I felt that I had no defenses against these priests, even though I knew I could say “no” or “stop” at any time and that they would respect my wishes. I just couldn’t find it in me to want to say anything but “Yes, Father” to any of the priests, and I had the unyielding desire to submit to them completely and do anything they ordered me to do without hesitation or complaint.

I waited in silence without moving for what seemed like a long time but was likely just a few seconds, until Father Jacob asked, “Have you given confession yet, my son?”

I replied, “Yes, Father.”

He seemed to be reading from a file before he asked, “And were you properly welcomed by Father Bobby, my son?”

I nodded as I said, “Yes, Father.”

He then asked, “What instruction and guidance have you received so far, my son.”

I explained that I was given instruction and guidance during my confession, with Father Bobby, and with the priest in the rec room after dinner. Father Jacob asked what I had learned from my time here. I answered that I had learned to follow instructions without complaint or hesitation, to obey the priests without question, to seek out guidance when needed, to serve the needs and desires of the priests as instructed, to submit to the priests completely, and to always answer the priests honestly.

Father Jacob then asked if I had experienced any disciplinary actions yet. I told him that I had not. He informed me that submitting myself for disciplinary action was a good method for a student to stay submissive and obedient toward the priests. He suggested I look into submitting myself for this action by next week at the latest. I immediately agreed and asked who I should speak with about scheduling a disciplinary action. Father Jacob said that he could schedule me right now. I asked him to please schedule me for the suggested disciplinary action as soon as possible. He typed for a second and informed me that he could schedule me for my first disciplinary action on Tuesday of next week at 1 p.m.

I thanked him for his guidance and assistance and assured him that I would be on time on Tuesday at the scheduled time. Father Jacob then stated that since I wouldn’t be able to attend a disciplinary action with the school’s authoritarian for another seven days he should really perform a disciplinary action now.

I felt my breath catch as he ordered me to lie across his lap. I did as instructed and fought to hold in a moan as he trailed his fingers across my exposed ass cheeks. He continued to trail his fingers over my ass as he explained that as a young man, I required constant discipline and a strict adherence to the rules, otherwise I might fail to obey the priests, forget instruction, disregard guidance, lie to a priest, refuse to serve a priest’s needs or desires, and even believe that a priest does not deserve my complete submission.

Father Jacob said that I was off to such a fine start after less than twelve hours here, but that a strict disciplinary system was crucial to maintaining my good behavior. He then informed me that he would administer ten open-handed spanks to my ass and that I was required to count them as they landed. I, of course, agreed submissively and waited for the Father to begin. The first smack was a shock to my system and I jerked on the Father’s lap. It stung but wasn’t overly painful and I was proud of myself for not crying out in surprise.

I called out the first spank and waited for the next. I continued like this throughout all ten smacks on my ass. By the tenth spank, I could feel a warmth on my skin and moaned softly as the Father began trailing his fingers over my sore ass cheeks. The Father then had me climb off his lap and bend over his desk. I did as ordered and then sighed in relief as I felt him gently rubbing and massaging my ass soothingly.

I was practically limp on his desk when I felt him spread my ass cheeks and shove his tongue into my ass. I moaned and stayed still as the Father drove his tongue deep inside my hole. I sighed in pleasure as the warm wet tongue did wonderful things inside me. I tried to contain my moans and sighs to stay in character, but the Father was grunting and moaning into my ass as he gripped my ass cheeks in his hands. I felt like my asshole was incredibly relaxed and slick as the Father pulled his tongue out of me.

I heard the Father lean back and fumble with his pants, as I stayed exactly where I had been instructed. I remained submissively still and quiet as I waited for the Father to simply shove his hard cock upon my ass, but I was mistaken. Father Jacob ordered me to stand and I obeyed immediately. He told me to turn around and straddle his lap. I continued to obey and as I settled myself on his lap I felt his big hard cock slide effortlessly into my asshole. I sighed at the insertion and then waited for further instructions. Father Jacob asked, “My son, are you prepared for your next instruction and guidance?”

I nodded and replied, “Yes, Father.”

Father Jacob then said, “I want you to work your sinful ass up and down until I say otherwise. You will stay quiet and listen to my sermon. Do you understand, my son?”

I nodded and again replied, “Yes, Father.”

Father Jacob nodded back grimly but I could see the small smile in the corners of his mouth and a look that indicated his subtle pride and satisfaction of my submission and obedience in his eyes. I felt my heart swell with joy and delight at having pleased the Father. I began to slowly work my asshole up and down Father Jacob’s hard cock as he began his sermon on the proper obedience and servitude of a young man to a priest.

As I continued to work my asshole on his hard cock, Father Jacob continued his sermon. He spoke about the importance of a young man submitting completely to the priests. He described the boy’s submission as natural and that the priests deserved the submission. He seemed to really enjoy describing the proper position for a boy being on his knees in submission to a priest. Every now and then I would reply with my customary, “Yes, Father,” which obviously pleased him.

Father Bobby then described a boy’s obedience to the priests as being the only way to ensure a boy’s proper behavior and servitude to the priests. He described this house of worship as a sacred temple to the obedience and servitude of the boys to the priests. Throughout the sermon, Father Jacob would ask me questions like: “Don’t you feel most at peace when submitting to the priests here, my son?” “What better way is there to prove your obedience to the priests than obeying every order and instruction given without hesitation or complaint?” “Doesn’t it fill you with a sense of accomplishment and warmth to know that you have properly served the priests, my son?” and “How joyful and satisfied you must feel to know that you’ve made a priest happy with your servitude and submission.”

I continued to answer him submissively with the customary “Yes, Father,” as I fucked myself on his cock. Father Jacob seemed pleased by my answers and began thrusting his hips up to drive his hard cock deeper, harder, and faster into my ass. I felt the exquisite sensation of my asshole stretched around his hard cock and his bulbous cock head as it stimulated my insides. I had to fight not to moan in pleasure as I lost myself in the pleasure of this deep ass-fucking.

I sighed quietly as I considered the sex I had experienced before coming to this school and now that I was here. The sex back home had usually been straight guys who wanted to get off or closeted gay men who wanted gay sex. Needless to say, the sex was hard and fast, which I did love, but not specifically good sex. I would suck a cock and swallow his cum or take his hard cock out my ass until he blew his load in the condom, but I was usually on my own for my orgasms unless I got lucky and had a prostate orgasm.

At the school, I had already been fucked up the ass three times, sucked three cocks, and had been rimmed wonderfully. All the sexual activities I had engaged in had been intense and none of it felt rushed. I had only orgasmed once but it had been a powerful prostate orgasm that had left me gasping. I had experienced new friends who had been through the same things as me and enjoyed the same things as well. I was now living in a literal paradise for gay boys. I have felt no pressure or judgment since I arrived, which I found highly ironic. I was also already thinking about and planning my future here, even after being here less than twelve hours.

I bit back a moan of pleasure as Father Jacob delivered a forceful thrust into my ass, making his cock head slam against my prostate. I briefly wondered if I would be punished for cumming on Father Jacob’s clothes. I decided to play it by ear and see where his cock took me. I smiled as I considered the fact that I rarely cared about cumming during sex. I considered myself a true bottom and dedicated my concentration and energy towards ensuring that the other man reached orgasm at least once. I smiled again as I remembered Father Bobby cumming twice during our encounter.

My focus was snapped back to Father Jacob when he suddenly smacked both of my ass cheeks and then gripped them tightly as he said, “I think you’re ready to receive my blessing, my son. Do you want to receive the blessing of a priest in this house of worship?”

I nodded my head as I clenched my asshole as tight as I could and answered submissively, “Yes, Father. Please bless me.”

Father Jacob forced me to increase the speed of my hips as he guided me with his hands gripping my ass cheeks. I heard his breathing increase and could feel his hands kneading my ass cheeks as I pounded my ass harder and faster on his hard cock. I could hear my thighs and ass cheeks slapping against his lap and felt a slight tremor in his hips as he continued to thrust upward. I watched in glee as Father Jacob grunted and scrunched up his face in concentration.

As I felt one last deep thrust from Father Jacob, his cock exploded inside my ass. I sighed and clenched my asshole as I milked his cum from his cock. Father Jacob was still except for his twitching hips in sync with his pulsating cock as I spurted hot cum inside me. I enjoyed every rope of his hot cum as I felt him coating my insides. I smiled as I realized that I had been blessed again. I worked my asshole up and down his cock until it stopped jerking inside me. Knowing he had spent himself, I clenched my asshole as tightly as I could to milk out any excess cum from his cock.

Father Jacob sighed and smacked my ass cheek as he caught his breath and said, “You are very dedicated to our instruction and guidance here, my son. I believe you will learn a lot about obedience and servitude. If you choose to stay, I have no doubt you will excel in your proper role of submission and worship. I have already heard good things about you, your behavior, and your attitude from the other priests. I like seeing a young boy who has the courage and ability to serve in our house of worship.”

I sighed and lowered my head submissively, as I answered, “Thank you, Father. I will continue to follow the instruction and guidance of the priests. Thank you for blessing me, Father.”

Father Jacob then gently pushed me from his lap as I stood up. I returned to my chair and waited for further instructions. As Father Jacob fixed and straightened his attire, I enjoyed the warm feeling of his cum deep inside me. Once he was perfectly situated again, he turned his gaze back to me and said, “You’re all set to attend classes tomorrow morning. I suggest you get some rest and follow your roommate’s lead in the morning. Tim has always been a conscientious and punctual young man. I believe he will help you as you get settled in here. Good night, my son.”

I bowed my head as I answered, “Thank you for all of your assistance and guidance, Father. Good night.”

As I returned to the rec room I felt my ass cheeks were still a little sore and wondered if they were red after my spanking. I felt a new kind of pride as I walked through the halls in my jockstrap. I smirked as I wondered if Tim had known about what would happen when he sent me to Father Jacob. My roommate did enjoy discipline, maybe he wanted to share the experience or simply expand my horizon. I shook my head as I entered the rec room and found two of my new friends still there. I looked at the clock on the wall and saw that only 45 minutes had elapsed. Hadn’t I been gone longer?

As I sat collapsed on the couch next to Tim, he nudged me with his shoulder as he and John smirked at the state of me. John finally asked if Father Jacob took care of me or if I took care of him. I smiled as I said that Father Jacob had taken care of me after he had instructed me on the disciplinary actions of the school. Tim grinned wider as he asked if I had scheduled my first action yet. I told him that I had and was also scheduled to join them in their classes starting tomorrow.

John and Tim perked up and said that they were glad to have me join them. I asked where Robbie and Billy had gone. Tim shrugged as he said that Fathers Stephen and Colin had said that they needed to see the boys privately. John smiled as he wondered aloud if they were now on their knees or their hands and knees. We all laughed as we settled back into relaxing. Tim looked a little sheepish as he leaned closer and asked if I was okay. When I turned to look at him he said that he hadn’t known that Father Jacob would discipline me. He looked worried as he said that he wasn’t sure how I would take it. Some of the students here don’t handle the disciplinary actions well at first. They are dealing with some stuff from home and they have flashbacks, but after a few sessions along with the instruction and guidance of the priests, the students settle in and learn to forget the past. Tim looked worried as he asked if I needed some time alone.

I was actually touched and smiled at him as I said that I was fine. I shrugged and said that I was actually looking forward to my first disciplinary action next Tuesday. Tim smiled and seemed mollified. I nudged his shoulder as I said that I was good. He nodded and we turned back to the TV. Over the next 30 minutes, we fell back into our gossiping as we made fun of the acting. Somehow we began discussing our favorite fantasies we hadn’t experienced yet. Tim wanted to be the subject of a gang bang by an unknown number of priests in the dungeon after an extensive disciplinary action that left him high on endorphins. John wanted to suck Father Bobby’s cock as the priest made his usual donation calls and/or phone interviews with parents of prospective students. I described wanting to have a long and relaxing oil massage that culminated in a session of sensual sex that left me and the other man completely spent.

Tim and John exchanged a look and said that I should ask Father Colier for an oil massage. I narrowed my eyes as I looked between the two smiling guys as they nodded in reply. I said that I would look into it and they both laughed and said that I wouldn’t be disappointed. Apparently, Father Colier had been a professional masseuse before joining the priesthood of the school. I smiled as I made a mental note to seek him out soon. John then asked Tim if he had thought about asking Joseph to join us tomorrow for tennis. He went on to suggest that he could even out the numbers since I would be joining too. Joseph and I could learn the ropes and practice the basics of tennis before joining the other four of them in singles or doubles matches. Tim explained that Joseph was John’s roommate and would also be in our classes tomorrow. Apparently, he had a bad phone call from home and had turned in early. John said this might get his mind off things. We all agreed and decided that John would ask him later.

As we fell back into our gossiping, Robbie and Billy came back into the room and we smirked at their glowing smiles. Figuring that they had enjoyed their instruction and guidance with the two priests, we filled them in on our plans for adding Joseph to our tennis group. Both of them agreed and joined us on the couch with satisfied sighs. I was looking around the room at what the other students were up to and saw them grouped together playing intricate board games, chess, gossiping like us, and discussing various hot male models from various magazines and their phones.

As we continued, a bell sounded and everyone began getting up to leave the room. Tim explained that this was the notice to return to our dorm rooms. We all said good night and I followed Tim back to our room. As we got ready for bed, Tim ran over the basic rules for nighttime. We still had about an hour before lights out and Tim explained that it was really relaxed as far as rules go for nighttime as long as we were in our dorm rooms and weren’t causing a disturbance. He said that “lights out” really wasn’t enforced on the weekends or holidays, but that everyone usually turned in at a reasonable hour even in summer because of breakfast and morning classes.

We had settled into our separate beds and were talking casually about what I could expect for the next few days for our classes and tennis lessons. As we discussed this, our attention was drawn to the door opening as three priests entered the room looking serious. We both went silent as one priest shut the door and another priest ordered us both to, “Come here!”

His tone and their general serious demeanor brokered no arguments from us as we scrambled out of our beds to stand before them. Tim and I were both wearing only jockstraps and were standing silently with our heads bowed submissively as we waited nervously. The three priests then began circling us as they spoke in disapproving tones about our late-night talking and general flaunting of the rules of “dorm time,” which Tim had explained was the time between the bell to return to our rooms at night and lights out. I was nervous and Tim seemed anxious as well. I began wondering what we had actually done and felt my blood run cold at the thought of actually getting in trouble on my first night here.

One of the priests then stood in front of Tim as he asked, “Tell me, my son, are you being a welcoming roommate to our new student? Are you explaining the rules to him so he isn’t led astray or gets in trouble? Have you explained to him all the fine activities and opportunities that are offered in our house of worship?”

Tim submissively answered, “Yes, Father Kreiger.”

Father Kreiger then continued, “You have disappointed me, my son. Why are the two of you not getting your sleep for tomorrow? Do you want your new roommate to be too tired to attend his new classes in the morning? Or were you simply trying to get my attention by flaunting the rules, my son?”

Tim hung his head lower and declared, “I’m sorry, Father.”

The other two priests then stepped up to me and pressed their bodies against mine from the front and back. Tim and I were then both slowly pushed to our knees. The two priests pressing into me then stepped in front of me and pressed their crotches against my face. I could feel their hard cocks straining in their pants as they rubbed them lewdly against my face. I heard Father Kreiger continue, “My son, with all of the disciplinary actions I have given you, I had hoped that you would be the model student here in our house of worship. But I see that you require more personal instruction and guidance before you will be able to find your proper place of dedicated service to the priests.”

I heard a rustling sound and I was able to glance to the side with only my eyes as I saw Father Kreiger holding a ball gag in front of Tim’s face. Father Kreiger then asked, “You know what comes next, don’t you, my son? You know why this has to happen, my son?”

Tim then replied, “Yes, Father. I understand. Tim then opened his mouth as Father Kreiger attached the ball gag. My sight was then obscured and my attention pulled away as one of the priests thrust his crotch forward and rubbed himself against my face, as he said, “I am Father James, my son.”

The other priest did the same as he said, “I am Father Malcolm, my son.”

I was unsure if I should introduce myself, but luckily I was cut off from replying as Father James and Father Malcolm began having a conversation as they continued to press and rub their hard cocks against my face through their pants. I could also hear swift spanking sounds coming from Tim and Father Kreiger. I couldn’t tell who was speaking but Father James and Father Malcolm were saying that they were surprised at my flaunting and disobedience to the rules of this house of worship.

Someone suggested that I might still have the mindset of a boy from some outside high school and not of this house of worship. It was suggested that I be given over to Father Kreiger tomorrow for a long and thorough session of disciplinary action instead of attending classes or spending free time with my friends. Then one of them suggested that maybe this was a cry for help and that I just needed the proper opportunity to break free from my old life and accept my new place of service and obedience to the priests in this house of worship.

One of them suggested that they give me the opportunity to prove my loyalty, submission, and obedience to them right now. The other agreed with this idea and said that I could only benefit from having the opportunity to receive instruction and guidance from the two of them. One of them then asked, “My son, are you prepared to serve and obey us both?”

I nodded my head against their hard cocks as I mumbled, “Yes, Father.”

The other one then asked, “Are you willing to put aside your former life and accept your proper place in this house of worship, my son?”

I nodded as I purposefully rubbed my face against both of their hard cocks as I replied, “Yes, Father.”

One of them then said, “My son, I want you to show us what you know about proper worship of the priests here and how you worship priests. Remove our holy totems from our pants, my son.”

Figuring that he was referring to their cocks as “holy totems,” I slowly reached up, unzipped their pants, and carefully removed both of their hard cocks and balls from their pants. Both Fathers returned to grinding their crotches against me, rubbing their hard cocks all over my face and leaving trails of their precum that I desperately wanted to lick. They both returned to their convention, and one of them remarked about what good assessments I had already received from the other priests since my arrival. The other agreed with him but then suggested that maybe I was getting homesick and falling into old habits from my sinful life outside their house of worship.

They continued their conversation and I couldn’t help but hear the loud spanks of Father Kreiger and muffled sounds coming from Tim. I felt both cocks being dragged across my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth as I looked up at the two priests. They stared down at me with serious expressions on their faces as they continued to trail precum on my lips. I used all of my self-control not to lick my lips, as one Father asked me, “My son, are you ready to prove your servitude and obedience to us?”

I held his gaze with pleading eyes as I answered submissively, “Yes, Father.”

They both smiled as one of them ordered, “Show us, my son. Show us your servitude and obedience.”

I smiled as I lowered my face to gaze at their hard cocks. I brought my hands up and began stroking them reverently. I then leaned in and began sucking one of their cock heads as I moaned in pleasure. I felt my eyes roll back in my head at the pure exquisite taboo and ecstasy of the moment. As I licked and sucked the cock head in my mouth, I continued to gently stroke the other hard cock. I then moved my mouth down the shaft, licking and sucking as I dragged my lips across the tight flesh until I reached his shaved balls. I dipped my head to begin sucking his balls into my mouth and licking them all over. I heard him sigh in pleasure making me smile around his balls, as I continued to suck and flick my tongue over his skin. I then dragged my lips back up his shaft and placed a kiss on his cock head, before moving to the other priest’s cock.

I gave this cock the same thorough treatment as the other cock. I had always considered hard cocks to be worthy of worship and adulation. As I finished with his balls and had worked my way back to his cock head, I began sucking his entire cock. I moaned again as I enjoyed the feeling of my lips sliding over his hard cock. I used my tongue to lick as I sucked and slowly stroked his shaft with my hand as my other hand slowly stroked the other priest’s hard cock.

After several minutes of sucking this cock, I switched back to the other priest’s cock and repeated my adoration for his cock. After several minutes of sucking his cock, I took my mouth off of this cock, brought the other cock closer, and opened my mouth to take in both cock heads at the same time. I felt my lips and mouth stretched wide open as I managed to wrap my lips around them both. I moaned around the cock heads as I began sucking them both and flicking my tongue between them, along their edges, and across their piss slits. Both priests were moaning softly and sounded impressed. The priests then mumbled something to each other and began pulling me to my feet. They guided me to my bed as one priest laid down on his back, before looking up at me and then at his cock as he said, “You may continue your worship, my son.”

I then climbed up onto the bed on my hands and knees and began sucking his hard cock again. In this position and with two free hands, I could truly worship his cock.

With my ass in the air and still wearing only my jockstrap, I was completely exposed and had my puckered asshole on display. The priest behind me then climbed up on the bed behind me, spread my ass cheeks, and drive his warm wet tongue deep into my asshole. I moaned around the hard cock as I continued to suck. The priest behind me was moaning and grunting as he licked deep inside me. I felt my asshole relax and gape as it was massaged and covered in spit. I moaned louder as I took the hard chick into my throat and began swallowing. I smiled as I heard the priest moan in pleasure. As the other priest continued his expert rimming and I continued to suck his cock, the priest began one of their customary sermons that I have come to expect and enjoy thoroughly.

The priest commended me on my excellent behavior and attitude so far. He expressed his proud opinion that I was settling in nicely. He lectured me on following the rules and obeying the priests, declaring that a boy’s proper attitude towards his priests should be submission and servitude. He slowly trailed his fingers through my hair as he said that a boy on his knees or hands and knees before a priest was the proper way to show his subservience and respect. He said that he valued a boy who could serve a priest without any thought of his own needs or desires. He described a boy like that as being truly cherished and favored by the priests.

As I felt the other priest’s tongue leave my asshole, the priest with his cock in my mouth smirked down at me as he said, “I think you know what it is to serve and honor your priests, don’t you, my son? You just need more instruction and guidance to ensure that you are the best student that you can be. I’m sure Father James and I can help you with that, though I know you will need to experience instruction and guidance from all of the priests here before you can truly begin to accept your proper place here. You will likely need several sessions with the priests in order to reach your full potential, but I’m sure you’re up to the challenge, aren’t you, my son?”

I then moaned around his cock as I felt Father James slowly slide his hard cock into my asshole. I was glad to finally be able to identify what the Fathers’ names were, but to be honest I wasn’t overly worried as long as they didn’t up and leave without allowing me to finish them both off. Father James entered me excruciatingly slow, allowing me to feel every inch of his hard cock as he slid into my spit-slick asshole. I moaned around the cock in my mouth as I plead for Father James to give me the slow and sensuous ass fucking that I had always wanted. I finally felt his thighs and balls rest against my ass cheeks as he entered me fully. I moaned again around the hard cock and slowly deep-throated him. I suddenly hit on the idea to suck this hard cock at the same speed and depth as Father James fucked my asshole. Unless ordered to do otherwise by the priests of course.

Father Malcolm continued to run his fingers through my hair as I swallowed around his cock head. As Father James began to slowly pull out, I matched his speed as I pulled my head back up Father Malcolm’s cock, sucking and licking as I went. As Father James rested with only his cock head inside my ass, I sucked and licked Father Malcolm’s cock head. I moaned as I tasted a drop of precum leak from Father Malcolm’s cock. I felt Father Malcolm shiver as I licked across his piss slit, making me smile up at him.

Father Malcolm then began to whisper compliments and dirty pillow talk to me, as I continued to suck his cock. I doubt he expected me to hear him, but I did and it gave me further enthusiasm to give him the best blowjob of his life and truly worship his hard cock. As Father James controlled the speed and depth of my cock sucking as he continued to slow fuck my ass, I heard Father say that I was a dirty cock sucking fuck-boy. He said that he bet I was turned on by being molested by priests and having to service their sexual desires. He called me an ass-fucked choir boy that lived to take priests’ hot loads down my throat and up my ass. I felt my asshole tingle and mouth water as I listened to him. I always loved dirty pillow talk.

As I absentmindedly focused my cock sucking skills on keeping my mouth in sync with Father James’s hard cock working in and out of my asshole, I listened intently to Father Malcolm’s degrading descriptions of me. He talked about me loving having a priest’s hard cock shoved up my ass until I was filled with hot cum. He accused me of being most at home on my knees with a priest’s hard cock in my mouth as I worked to swallow all of his hot cum. He talked about my need for discipline and rules to keep my depraved and sinful urges concentrated toward the priests in this house of worship, as they were the only men honorable and devout enough to give me the instruction and guidance I so desperately required.

I was now lost in my own world of being in complete ecstasy over the hard cocks in my mouth and ass, plus being amazingly turned on by Father Malcolm’s dirty talk. Without conscious thought, I found myself deep-thrusting his cock again as Father James rested his hard cock deep inside me. I strained to hear Father Malcolm as he went on to describe my mouth and throat as perfect for taking a hard cock. As he ran his fingers through my hair, he said that I must take a lot of loads in my mouth and ass because my face is too adorable to disgrace with a facial.

With that, Father Malcolm leaned back and enjoyed my blowjob as I used all of my skills and techniques to make his head spin. I wanted him to shoot his hot cum down my throat. I wanted him to look down at me and know that I was the one who gave him such an amazing blowjob and swallowed his cum with pleasure. I heard a soft moan from behind me and clenched my asshole around Father James’s cock, making him moan louder and grip my hips tighter.

Having never experienced a slow and sensual session of sex, and certainly not one involving a threesome spit-roast, I was unsure how long the two priests could last before they came. They had already been going long enough that I knew they had better self-control than any other man or priest that I had been with. I smiled around the cock in my mouth as I realized that I now distinguished between the priests, students, and everyone else on the outside. I moaned deeply and used all of my strength to tighten my asshole, as my way of showing my appreciation to these priests. I was rewarded by hearing them both moan in pleasure.

I then realized that I no longer heard Tim’s spanking. I considered looking over at him, but I didn’t want to split my concentration right now. I decided I would find out later. Besides, it’s not like we would be too embarrassed to talk about this afterward or tomorrow with our other friends. I smiled at the idea of having friends that I could act naturally around and talk about things that interest me. That thought made me smile again as I turned my attention and concentration back to the hard cock in my mouth and ass. This was the perfect way to end the perfect day.

I was so used to hard and fast sex, that Father Malcolm and Father James’s orgasms caught me off guard. I heard their moans rise in volume just a little. I heard their breathing increase and grow slightly in volume. But neither of them sped up or made any indication to me that they were about to cum. First I felt Father James’s cock twitch in the customary way, then I heard a loud exhalation from him, and then I felt his warm cum flowing into my ass. I was so surprised that I jerked and stopped sucking Father Malcolm’s cock. As I realized what had happened I moaned deeply around Father James’s cock. As I moaned and continued sucking, I suddenly felt his cock twitch as well. I then quickly deep-throated his cock and started swallowing.

Father Malcolm then let out a deep breath as I felt his cock head swell and then a flood of hot cum shooting down my throat. I moaned and continued to swallow as I brought my hands down to massage his balls. Father James had never stopped his slow and steady pace of fucking me and as soon as Father Malcolm’s cock stopped spewing cum down my throat, I withdrew my head and continued sucking. I was surprised that both Fathers’ cocks stayed hard even after they both came. I simply thanked my lucky stars and continued to enjoy myself. Father James then said that I would be getting two blessings from each of them tonight. He said that my behavior and subservience could only improve with all of the blessings gifted to me by the priests since my arrival at their house of worship.

Father Malcolm then added that he believed that I was up to the challenge of receiving the blessing of every priest in their house of worship. He stroked his fingers through my hair as I continued to suck his hard cock in sync with Father James’s ass fucking. I moaned around his cock as I lifted my eye and found him looking down at me with an arched eyebrow and a smirk. He then looked at Father James and said that he believed that I needed a more energetic and intense session of instruction and guidance, in order for me to experience the proper lesson in subservience and submission. Father Malcolm said that I needed to be shown who was in charge and that I needed to submit to their will, desires, and needs without complaint or hesitation. Father James commented that he hadn’t noticed or heard any of the other priests say that I had hesitated or complained about anything.

Father Malcolm agreed but said that the best way to keep a student respectful and submissive was to reinforce and reiterate that the priests were in charge and the students served their needs and desires. Father James agreed and said that the worst thing for me or any other student was to become disrespectful and disobedient. They both agreed that this was the whole reason for students to attend a disciplinary action every two weeks at a minimum. As I felt them gently stroking their hands over my skin affectionately, both Fathers agreed that the last thing they wanted was for me to require disciplinary action as opposed to a scheduled action. Father James then said in a sighing regretful tone that they would just have to give me a more forceful and dominant session of instruction and guidance. Father Malcolm replied in the same regretful tone that it was the only way to keep me submissive and obedient without a trip to see Father Kreiger.

The two Fathers then adjusted their positions just a little. I smiled around Father Malcolm’s cock as I realized that they were positioning themselves to fuck me hard from both ends. I felt tingles run up and down my spine in excitement. I moaned around Father Malcolm’s hard cock and clenched my asshole around Father James’s hard cock as my way of showing my appreciation. The Fathers moaned and Father James declared that I was definitely prepared to receive their blessings. I felt Father Malcolm run his fingers down my back as he added that a subservient student like me had a great future ahead of him at this house of worship.

I moaned and clenched my asshole again as felt Father James smack my ass cheeks. I flicked my tongue over Father Malcolm’s piss slit and smiled around his cock as I felt him shiver. Father Malcolm made a comment about me being playful and Father James agreed. Both of the Fathers agreed that there was nothing wrong with a playful boy as long as he was as properly subservient and obedient as I was. As if on cue, both Fathers then began to fuck me. Knowing how to enjoy a face fucking, I relaxed my jaw and moaned deeply to open my throat.

I was able to position my body so that being fucked from both ends was incredibly pleasurable. It was a big turn-on for me and one of my biggest fantasies, so I was definitely going to enjoy this. The Fathers began slow but I could tell by the way Father James gripped my hips and pulled me back to meet his forward thrusts and the way Father Malcolm was testing my gag reflex, that they were going to work my holes deep and hard. This was another instance that made me so glad that I had worked with a large dildo to get rid of my gag reflex.

I had to concentrate on sucking and licking as Father Malcolm thrust his hard cock into my throat. Father James was sighing behind me as he worked my asshole. He began pulling his hard cock all the way out of my asshole and then plunging his entire length of hard cock deep inside me. I moaned around Father Malcolm’s cock as I felt Father James’s bulbous cock head stimulating my insides as his thick cock kept my asshole stretched tight. Father James then stopped pulling out and began concentrating on fucking me deep and hard. As the Fathers got into a good rhythm and seemed to decide on their techniques, they began to pick up speed and build up the force of their thrusts.

I moaned as they began battering my insides. I loved the feeling of Father Malcolm’s cock head plunging into my throat and Father James’s cock head as I began stroking my prostate. I knew that if my prostate was stimulated enough I would cum and after this long build-up since my last orgasm, this one would be powerful. I loved prostate orgasms. They always wore me out and sent endorphins running throughout my body. I had to concentrate and judge when the Fathers were approaching their orgasms before I would let myself go and reach my orgasm. I knew from personal experience that when I orgasmed my asshole would quiver and clamp down hard. This was almost a guaranteed way to make any guy fucking me reach his orgasm. I hadn’t ever orgasmed as I sucked a cock, but I planned to just deep-throat Father Malcolm once I felt his cock twitch unless he actually announced his impending orgasm, but so far none of the other priests had done that. The priests here all seemed to want their orgasms to be a surprise to the students they were fucking or were sucking their cocks. I moaned and smiled around Father Malcolm’s cock as I wondered if the priests wanted the students to just feel the hot cum explode into our bodies rather than give us a warning.

Before I realized it, both priests had worked up to a truly punishing speed and force as they fucked me from both ends. Father James was battering my prostate so good that I had to fight to keep sucking Father Malcolm’s cock. I could tell that both priests were working themselves up into a frenzy. I doubted they could last that long in their current energetic state. As I listened to their grunts of exertion and moans of pleasure, I felt my own hard cock still nestled securely in my jockstrap but rubbing aggressively against the codpiece fabric under the force of the priests’ fucking.

Feeling my orgasm quickly approaching, I clenched my asshole and drove my ass back to meet Father James’s thrusts. I tried my best to increase my suction and licks on Father Malcolm’s hard cock, but I was already sucking his cock with all the skill and gusto I could muster. Hearing Father James moan louder, I was suddenly hit with a mind-blowing orgasm. I felt my cock explode and begin filling my codpiece with my hot cum. I moaned deeply and shook under the intensity of the prostate orgasm. It took all of my concentration and resolve not to collapse onto my bed.

As I felt Father Malcolm’s hard cock suddenly thrust into my throat I instinctively began swallowing to work his cock head. I then heard a moan of pleasure as I felt a flood of hot cum explode out of his cock and shoot right down my throat. I moaned deeply and continued to swallow as he filled my stomach with his seed. I then felt a deep and hard thrust into my ass as I felt another load exploding from Father James’s cock. I moaned at the dual pleasures of feeling so much hot cum pumped into me by these priests. I began sucking and milking Father Malcolm’s cock as he withdrew it from my throat, allowing me to force out the last drops onto my tongue. I clamped my asshole as tightly shut as I could to assist Father James as he milked any remaining cum from his cock into my ass.