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Fucked By A Priest On Easter:

~ hey everyone, below is a little Easter story I thought you might like! (I think I can post this here, but if I'm wrong, sorry mods!)~

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Jack had spent the entire spring break with his college friends, chasing sun, laughter, and the kind of freedom that made the real world feel distant. Now, at 18, 5ft9” (175cm) with a muscular, tanned frame honed by gym sessions and rugby practice, he was back home for Easter weekend. Brown hair tousled, brown eyes still carrying the haze of travel, he stood in the family living room while his parents insisted he join them for the Easter Vigil.

I really don’t want to do this, he thought, shifting his weight. It’s almost ten at night, and the last thing I need after a long drive is two hours of church in the dark. But his family had raised him in the faith, and their quiet expectation won out and so - with a resigned sigh - he grabbed his jacket and followed them out into the cool spring night.

The churchyard was already crowded when they arrived. Familiar faces from his childhood greeted him - old neighbours, former Sunday-school teachers, people who still called him “little Jackie” even though he was built like an athlete now. Jack forced polite smiles, nodding along as they chatted about college and how tall he’d grown. He tried to look interested, but his attention drifted to the large fire burning brightly just outside the church doors. The flames crackled and spat, casting flickering orange light across the gathered parishioners.

Then the side door of the church opened.

Father John stepped out, tall and commanding at 6ft3” (190.5cm), his sculpted face and chiseled jawline catching the firelight. Brown hair neatly combed, clean-shaven, brown eyes steady and warm. Jack recognised him instantly from years ago - the priest he had grown up idolising, an intelligent, handsome and confident man, who had seemed larger than life when Jack was a boy. Now, as a man himself, Jack felt an unexpected flutter in his chest. He looks… exactly the same. He somehow looks more manly too - hmm - maybe I should grow out a beard?

Father John carried the tall Paschal candle with reverence towards them, its unlit wick waiting - the crowd quietening as he approached the central fire. “Welcome, everyone,” he said, voice rich and resonant. “Let us begin the Easter Vigil.”

Jack’s parents handed him a small white candle, which he held awkwardly, watching as Father John dipped the Paschal candle into the flames; the wick caught - a single bright tongue of fire. Then the priest turned toward the dark church doors, which swung open on silent hinges, and began to walk inside, singing in a deep, steady baritone: “The Light of Christ.” Damn, I forgot how deep his voice was. 

The congregation followed in a slow, solemn procession between the pews, pressing inside - the church pitch black except for the moving flame ahead, while shadows danced across the stone walls and stained glass. Jack stayed close to his family, the candle in his hand still unlit, the darkness pressing in like a secret, as they filtered in between the rows of benches, standing and awaiting the rest to file in - and for Father John to reach the front. 

Eventually, having finished singing and arriving at the altar simultaneously, Father John turned to face them all, the Paschal candle held high, as the crowd responded in unison: “Thanks be to God.” Jack’s voice joined a half-second late, soft and uncertain. “Welcome, everyone,” Father John said with a gentle smile. “Please come to the front and light your candles - one row at a time, starting from the front.”

A quiet queue formed. Row by row, people shuffled forward, touched their wicks to the great candle, and returned to their seats carrying new light. The church gradually brightened, a soft golden glow spreading like dawn and when finally the fourth row was called, Jack joined the line just behind his parents.

After a few moments, he arrived at the front, eyes meeting Father John’s. The priest smiled - warm, knowing, almost intimate - as he tilted the Paschal candle, until Jack’s wick caught the flame. Yet, for a moment too long, Jack stared at that smile, at the way firelight played across Father John’s strong features, until heat rose in his cheeks and he caught himself. He turned away quickly, embarrassed, and hurried back to his family, candle trembling slightly in his grip. What the hell was that? 

Arriving back at their row, they sat and the service unfolded in the growing light: readings, psalms, verses from the Bible spoken with quiet authority. Jack tried to listen, but the church felt warmer than it should have - candle flames multiplied everywhere, their collective heat pressing against his skin. His gaze kept drifting back to Father John, who moved with easy grace behind the altar, recounting the story of resurrection and renewal.

Why does he look so… commanding up there? Something is definitely different - why can’t I put my finger on it? Jack thought, shifting in the pew. Fuck it’s getting stuffy in here too - damn these candles, making me sweat. 

The next couple of hours passed surprisingly quickly to Jack, who found himself being drawn under the deep voice of the priest, as he approached the end of his sermons, whereby his voice grew solemn as he quoted from John 1:9. “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.” Hmm - maybe - maybe I should too… I could do with some guidance - ughhh, I don’t know! Jack swallowed, as Father John smiled, scanning the congregation as though everyone’s secrets and sins were transparent to him. At that exact moment, the church bells began to ring - midnight. The deep, resonant chimes filled the space, echoing off the rafters. Everyone sat in reverent silence until the last note faded.

“Thank you for attending tonight’s vigil,” Father John said. “Remember: act according to God’s word and you will find peace and redemption. Just as our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ was resurrected, you too will find yourself redeemed and blessed.” Yeah, he’s got a point. I think - I think I should -

“Amen,” the crowd murmured, before they began filing out of the church. However, Jack remained seated, the priest’s words lingering in his mind, his eyes fixed on the man at the altar, even as his parents gestured toward the door. “Come on, Jack,” they said, to which he hesitated. “I think I’d like to stay a little longer… to speak to Father John, if that’s alright?”

They nodded, trusting. “No worries. We’ll head back. You’ve got your keys, right?” Jack patted his pocket and smiled, watching as they joined the last of the congregation filing out. Then he waited on the bench until the last few parish members finished their quiet conversations with the priest and when the church finally emptied, he rose and walked forward, heart beating faster.

“Hi, um… Father,” he said tentatively. “I was hoping we could talk?” Father John’s smile was kind, unhurried. “Of course, my child. Do you seek advice… or confession?” Jack’s throat tightened. “Confession… if that’s alright?” He fidgeted, nerves prickling under his skin. “Sure. Please, after you.” The priest gestured toward the confessional booth.

Jack stepped inside the small, dark wooden box and sat - the familiar scent of polished oak and incense wrapped around him. A moment later, he felt the glow of candlelight approaching, as Father John moved just outside the booth, and placed a candle on a stand outside, its soft light filtering through the latticed screen in faint golden threads, before he slipped into the compartment next to Jack’s. 

Ok here goes, how did it go again? Oh yeah, that’s right. Jack made the sign of the cross. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been seven years since my last confession,” he said, mentally preparing himself for the hard part - what came next. “May the Lord be in your heart and on your lips that you may truly confess your sins.” Ok Jack, you can do this - just gotta be honest. Jack swallowed hard. “I… I have been having inappropriate thoughts about my roommate at college…” He finished, words quietening towards the end, to the point where he fell into silence and just let them linger there in the booth, unable to muster anymore. 

Father John’s voice remained calm. “Of what nature are these inappropriate thoughts?”Jack’s face burned. “I - um - sexual thoughts…” He said trailing off once again into silence. “I see. Have you ever acted on these thoughts?” No of course not! I’m a good Christian! “No - I’m saving myself for marriage, but I’m struggling Father,” he said louder this time. 

“I see my child. Have you been sexually intimate before? Kissed anyone? Held hands… masturbated?” Father John asked, gently probing him. “No never! I’ve never even had a girlfriend - I take my vow of chastity I made seriously,” he said seriously, before choking and continuing, “but I - I’ve been having these dreams - about my roommate. I’ve never had urges like this before, but these past few years it’s gotten worse, but my roommate, he - erm…” Jack swallowed, voice trailing off into silence more, as his confidence faltered. “Your roommate, what my child?” Father John asked back. 

“He erm - well he walks around naked a lot - and like - I’ve seen guys naked before - you know in the locker room and stuff. But my roommate - you see - he’s a rugby player, and so he has a pretty big - erm - ass and well he’s constantly naked and I can’t stop myself from staring at it. And I keep dreaming of his ass, of - erm - you know - and - and when I wake up my boxers are wet and I’m constantly distracted. I can’t focus on college, on anything! I don’t know what’s happening to me!” Jack finished, having swallowed his pride as he came clean, thankful that Father John had listened without interrupting him. 

“I see… My child - it sounds like you may be a late bloomer. Your body is now becoming fertile and desiring offspring. And so without a wife, it searches elsewhere. But you have done the right thing by coming to me,” Father John said matter-of-factly. I suppose that does make sense actually. Jack’s pulse thundered. “I was afraid I might be… you know.” He couldn’t finish the word.

“You needn’t worry,” the priest said soothingly, “but we do have to remedy this situation tonight, or you may be unable to resist. If you have time, I can help you this evening. It shouldn’t take more than a few hours.” Great, yes!

“Yes, Father. Please help me,” he said, desperation plain in his tone. “Of course my boy, please, follow me to the rectory,” Father John responded, opening the door of his booth - Jack following suit, as Father John led him from the booth, picking up the tall Paschal candle on its stand. I can’t wait to have this burden lifted.

Jack sighed relief, as they walked through the now-empty church and into the attached rectory - the priest’s ‘home’. Father John, unlocked the door and ushered Jack inside - “Please, come in.”

Inside, the rectory was simple and cozy: open-plan living area, a fireplace, comfortable furniture, no television. Huh, this is pretty cozy. Jack stood taking in the room, a tad nervous, while Father John disappeared upstairs, searching for something, but returning soon after with a plain black box. “Please put this on,” he said with a warm smile, handing it over. “I’ll give you some privacy while you change.” Huh, he wants me to change into something? What is it?

Jack watched curiously, as the priest climbed the stairs once more, and when he was out of sight, he opened the box. On top lay black bunny ears on a headband. Beneath were clothes - black mesh, leather, a fluffy tail. What the hell? Why would he ask me to wear something like this? Confusion twisted in his stomach, but the memory of his confession, the desperate need to be free of these urges, pushed him forward. If this helps me resist… I’ll do anything. There must be a reason for this right?

He stripped quickly - t-shirt, jeans, boxers - then pulled on the outfit. The black mesh sleeveless shirt was sheer, laced loosely up the front so it gaped open across his toned chest and abs. Attached at the waist were tight leather briefs that hugged his groin obscenely, the material too tight to allow any give as it bulged outwards, while on his rear, was a white, fluffy bunny tail, that sat surprisingly low on his ass. Finally, he fastened the clip-on bowtie beneath his Adam’s apple, and settled the bunny ears on his head.

Standing in front of the mirror, Jack felt ridiculous - and exposed. This is super embarrassing. I look like some stripper you’d find in New York or California -  maybe I should just change back and leave? “Are you ready, my child?” Father John called from upstairs. Ok, you can do this Jack. Jack swallowed. “Um… yeah, I think so.”

The priest descended, and his smile widened at the sight of Jack in the costume. “You may be wondering why I’ve asked you to wear this. It’s because we’re going to continue the rest of your confession, and it helps, if in the eyes of the Lord, you have nothing to hide. I find that this costume works quite well for those in my flock who have lost themselves with thoughts of the devil, such as yourself. The vulnerability and transparency making the rest of your confession easier to admit,” he said calmly, crossing the room to sit on the couch. I guess that sort of makes sense? “Please, join me.”

Jack sat beside him - the leather briefs instantly riding up, tightening around his heavy balls so their full shape pressed visibly against the material. Oh fuck, you can see everything, shit these briefs are so tight! I need to change or at least get a cushion or something to cover up - FUCK! This is emabrassing! Before he could speak, Father John slid one arm under Jack’s legs and the other behind his back, lifting him effortlessly and settling the younger man sideways across his lap.

Jack’s breath caught at the sudden closeness, the solid warmth of the priest’s body beneath him - his robe doing little to hide his muscular thighs beneath. What is he doing? This feels… “Now please,” Father John said gently, “tell me about your dreams, child, so I know how best to combat them.”

Jack fidgeted trying to find comfort on the man’s laps, as the leather briefs squished his fat balls in his current position. Eventually he gave up and opened up, describing the same events as before, but this time in much more detail - including that one time his roommate was sleeping naked, plump ass uncovered by sheets pointing towards him, and how his cock throbbed, and his urges briefly swept over him, and he grinded his cock on his bed a few times before relenting. He admitted more too, like the one time when he was showering and his cock had grew hard in his hand when he had tried to clean it, and it took every bit of strength he had not to stroke it with his soapy hand. Father John listened, nodding, asking quiet questions that drew every detail out until Jack was flushed and breathing faster.

“I’m glad you came to me,” the priest said at last, voice serious. “If you had acted on these feelings, you would have fallen from grace.” He paused, studying Jack. “Now, my child, I need to check your testicles for any signs of intimacy. Is that alright?” What? Jack’s heart hammered. “I promise I’m a virgin, I swear!” Does he not believe me? “I know. I just need to check. May I begin?” I do need his help… fuck - I - I… I should - he’s a holy man, he wouldn’t ask if he didn’t to… Jack nodded - barely.

Father John’s large hand slid between Jack’s thighs, cupping the leather-covered bulge. He squeezed gently, then again, rolling the heavy balls in his palm. Oh fuck, this feels strange. Jack’s face flamed crimson - heat surged through him; his cock starting to thicken inside the tight pouch. This isn’t good!

“Will this take long?” Jack asked, voice strained. “No no,” the priest responded, as he squeezed one of Jack’s balls between his fingers. Fuck, if he keeps going like that… “Are - are you nearly finished Father?” Jack asked, his voice a little more high-pitched than usual. “Not much longer,” he replied, giving another squeeze, and then a slight tug. Fuck - it’s too late! I can’t stop! Jack’s dick swelled to full semi-hardness, the outline blatant against the leather. “I - I’m sorry - ” he stammered, sweat dampening his head. 

“Don’t worry, my child. It’s completely normal, especially in a case as serious as yours,” he said calmly. “Serious?” Jack asked back, as Father John released his balls, but kept his hand resting there. “Your testicles are very, very large, my child. I’m guessing they started growing a few years back - around the same time you mention finding it harder to resist touching yourself?” Jack could only nod. “Since they’re so much bigger than the average man’s and you’ve been a good boy, and have never masturbated, they’re incredibly full. That’s why the thoughts are so strong - your body craves release, craves to procreate. Without a wife, it turns elsewhere.”

That makes sense - but what am I supposed to do - I haven’t found a girl I like yet, and I can’t take this any longer! Jack’s mind spun. “So what can I do Father?”

“They have to be emptied,” Father John said soothingly, “or you may start to act on your worst impulses and be disowned by God. But you needn’t worry my child. I can help you empty them.”Jack’s voice cracked with desperation. “Please - I’ll do anything.” Father John’s eyes met his, calm and certain. “To do so, I will have to pleasure your genitals. Is that alright?” *Wait? I don’t know? I don’t understand…*Jack hesitated, the conflict clear on his face. “Isn’t that wrong? Wouldn’t I be breaking my vow?” he asked hesitantly, looking up at the priest’s sharp jawline and soft brown eyes. 

“Your vow forbids self-pleasure or pleasure with a woman,” the priest explained patiently. “It does not forbid me from helping you this way. Are we alright to continue?” Yes - that is true! And if this will help me prevent having such ungodly thoughts, I’ll do anything - I trust him! Jack swallowed hard. “I trust you, Father.”

Father John lifted him from his lap. “Please turn around, my child, and rest your hands on the back of the couch. I’ll start immediately.”

Jack obeyed, knees on the cushions, ass presented. The priest’s hands settled on his hips. “I’m just removing the bunny tail for better access.” Better access? A small adjustment, then slick fingers probed between Jack’s cheeks, circling his untouched hole. Woah - is he going to… “Relax,” Father John murmured. “Push out a little.” He said he had to pleasure me… but what does that have to do with my ass? How will that feel good for me?

The first finger pressed in slowly, steadily, until it found that sensitive spot inside, where it rubbed firmly. Jack moaned despite himself. “Oh God!” Jack groaned at the sensation, “unghh - sorry - father, I didn’t mean to use the Lord’s name in vain,” he said gasping as the priest’s finger circled around inside him. “No worries my child, now try and relax for me,” he commanded - which Jack obeyed, and he let out a deep breathe - the new ease allowing the priest to slide a second finger inside. Nghh - what is going on? This feels so strange! Father John twirled his fingers a few more times, before adding a third, stretching him open while he gasped and trembled. When the stretch became too much, the priest withdrew.

“You truly are a virgin,” he said. “This will be difficult. I’ll have to change tactics.” He left briefly and returned, pressing something smooth, hard, and cool against Jack’s rim. Woah, what is that? “Relax, my child.”

Pressure built, stretching his rim; Jack grunted as the first glass egg stretched him wide, then popped inside with a sudden, shocking fullness. Nghhh - fuck - was that some sort of egg - unghh. The priest returned to Jack’s hole once more with another wet object, and repeated the same insertion as before. One after another they slid in - seven in total, growing thicker, heavier - until his belly felt achingly full and his cock throbbed untouched leaking against the leather. I feel so weird! “There,” Father John said softly. “All finished. Now please go upstairs and lie down on the bed. I’ll be up shortly.”

Jack stood on shaky legs, moaning as the eggs shifted and pressed against his prostate with every step. Fuck - this feels good - but - unghhh - why? He climbed the stairs, each movement sending sparks of unwanted pleasure through him, and lay on his back on the priest’s bed. Father John followed moments later, carrying the Paschal candle on its stand. He lit several smaller candles around the room, bathing everything in warm, flickering light, then set the large Paschal candle aside. “I’m going to remove the outfit now. It will only get in the way.”

He climbed onto the bed, straddling Jack, and methodically stripped the costume away - bunny ears, bowtie, then the laced mesh top and tight leather briefs, which came together, the laced top dragging over Jack’s aching cock, making him gasp as it was removed. Then, Father John took the hard length in his hand, stroking lightly. 

“Hmm. It’s smaller than I expected,” he observed. “Have you noticed it growing recently?” It’s small?! Jack could only nod, mortified. “As I suspected - you’re a late bloomer. Only about 5” (13cm) so far. But these…” He cupped Jack’s massive balls, lifting and rolling them in his palm. “Truly enormous. They’re the same size as too large eggs… maybe even two small lemons,” the priest murmured almost reverent. “When your penis has finished fully developing -and being paired with such large testes -you’ll be incredibly fertile. Blessed by God. No wonder your urges have been so strong - without a wife to impregnate, this must be especially difficult. No worries though, we’ll empty them out completely.” He gave the sac a light slap; Jack’s balls tightened instantly, the skin drawing taut around the heavy orbs.

Jack moaned softly, his sac contracting under the priest’s touch, mind racing with a confusing mix of embarrassment and unexpected pride. Blessed by God… me?

Father John retreated from the bed and came to Jack’s side, and moves his hands over Jack’s chest, fingers pinching and twisting his nipples. Huh, that feels odd. Father John continued, until they stood dark and erect, then his mouth descended - hot, wet suction pulling one sensitive peak between his lips, tongue flicking hard. Holy shit! Jack writhed beneath him, a sharp gasp tearing free as pleasure spiked straight to his groin. Then the priest repeated the treatment on the other side, leaving both nipples glistening and throbbing. Fuck, I have heard women like they’re nipples played with, but I didn’t know it felt good for men too!

Father John’s hand slid lower again, thumb rubbing slow, relentless circles over the frenulum of Jack’s cock, as the young man’s shaft jerked, leaking steadily now, the head flushed and shiny. Unghh - is this - nghh - is this what it feels like to jerk off - oh fuck - it feels good and - erm - strange. I- I - something weird is happening - unghh - what is this feeling?

Just as the pressure coiled tight in his stomach, Father John stopped and Jack moaned in raw frustration, hips twitching uselessly toward the touch that had vanished, as the priest reached for the Paschal candle once more.

Jack’s eyes widened in confusion as the tall flame hovered above him. Huh. “What’s that f-” Jack began to ask, but was quickly interrupted, when a single drop of hot wax fell onto his left nipple - the sudden burn flared into blinding pleasure; he arched hard off the mattress with a guttural groan. FUCK! More drops followed - across his pecs, down the ridges of his abs - each one drawing a fresh, broken cry from his throat. Then, they went lower. Oh fuck, if it feels like this now - what will it feel like on my - 

The wax dripped onto his heavy balls, and Jack’s entire body convulsed, muscles locking. Nghh - fuck - I feel that same feeling from earlier - unghh - Father John moved the candle over Jack’s straining cock and a fat bead of wax landed directly on the swollen, hypersensitive glans. OH GOD! Jack’s vision whited out, as his body spasmed on the sheets in pleasure. “Nghhh - fuck - fuck - !” His back bowed violently, heels digging into the sheets as the orgasm ripped through him like lightning. Thick ropes of cum erupted in powerful jets, splattering the wall and headboard behind him, before drenching his own body, ropes landing in his hair, lines of pearl-white sprayed across his face, while the rest landed across his chest, running down between his pecs, and pooling in the creases of his abs. His cock pulsed again and again, emptying in long, messy bursts while he gasped and shuddered, completely lost to the sensation. “Nghhh, nghhh, fuck - fuck, nghhh, what - what was that -” he panted, chest heaving, fingers clutching the sheets.

Father John set the candle aside and gently cupped Jack’s balls again, squeezing and rolling them. “That was your first orgasm, my child.” A pause. “Just as I thought… they’ve been full for so many years. They’re going to take many days at this rate to empty completely.”Jack’s chest heaved, voice hoarse. “But I’m supposed to be back at college in two days - I need to be fixed by then, or I’ll be back with my roommate having the same thoughts. Please - is there anything we can do to - erm - you know - speed up the process?”

Father John sighed, eyes dark with promise. “There is, my child, but it may hurt at first…” I have to, I can’t let myself have anymore ungodly thoughts - I will endure anything to ensure my soul isn’t tainted! “Please, I’m strong, I can do it!”

“Ok my child, please turn over and get on all fours,” Father John commanded, voice deep. Jack nodded and did as he was told, despite the embarrassment he felt, with his knees sinking into the mattress and ass raised high, this time not hidden by the leather briefs. Instantly, Father John pulled open Jack’s cheeks, smushing them around in his hands, before he said, “Ok now my child, I’d like you to push those eggs out. The first one is the largest, so that’ll hurt the most, but the rest will get easier.” Fuck, how did I forget about those? Ok ok, this shouldn't be too hard right? It’s easier pushing them than getting them in. 

Jack bore down, grunting as the first - and thickest - glass egg pushed his hole open from the inside, glistening with lube in the candlelight, as it stretched his rim obscenely wide. Fuck! It’s so big! It popped free with a wet, audible sound; his hole clenched hard behind it and a fresh spurt of precum drooled from his cock onto the sheets. Nghhhh - fuck - that felt so good -“Well done my child, only six more to go, keep pushing,” Father John said. Jack obeyed, pushing them out one by one, moaning filthily when each egg stretched him open and rolled out onto the bed, his cock dripping steadily across the sheets. Unghh - how - how does that feel so good? I - don’t - understand!

“Ok my child, I’m going to start eating you out,” Father John announced. What? Jack barely had time to react. “Wait -what does th -” The words died as a hot, thick tongue speared straight into his loosened hole. Fuck! His tongue is inside me! What the fuck? It’s so thick and wet - unghhhh - holy fuck, I can feel it - nghhh- The sensation was overwhelming: wet, insistent, sliding deep and curling relentlessly against his prostate. Jack’s eyes rolled back, drool spilling from his open mouth onto the sheets as Father John devoured him: tongue fucking in and out, lips sucking noisily at the rim, occasional soft kisses that made his hole flutter and clench. Nghhh - what is this feeling - it’s like before - but - unghhh - different - The pleasure built fast, merciless; Jack’s cock throbbed untouched, smearing pre-cum everywhere.

“Father - I - erm - think -” he gasped, then came hard for the second time, cock spurting wildly across the bed sheets below, while his hole tightened around the priest’s tongue that remained buried inside him, working him through every pulsing wave. When the last tremor faded, Father John pulled his tongue out and said, “Nice job my child, now please get on your back.” Unghhh - nghh - fuck - “Yes Father,” Jack said softly, voice wobbling with pleasure from the aftermath of his first anal orgasm. 

Jack slowly flipped back over onto his back, legs shaking and watched as Father John got off the bed and began removing his robes, revealing his muscular cut frame, thick pubes, and large soft cock and balls. Wow his cock is so big and he’s not even hard! Is that what mine will look like in a few years if he’s right? God I hope so! Jack’s spent dick twitched back to life at the sight, slowly growing.

Father John walked around toward Jack’s face, his heavy cock and balls swinging as he moved. “Open wide my child.” What? Jack sat up slightly, alarmed. “Wait - but why? Isn’t this wrong?”

Father John ran one hand through Jack’s hair and said sweetly, “In order to speed up the process, I will need to penetrate you and if you don’t want it to hurt, you’ll need to wetten my penis first. This is the only way to not break your vow of chastity - otherwise you’d be penetrating - but it’s fine this way.” He’s got a point - but I don’t know? But he did say this is the only way - and if I go back and given into my urges - I’ll fall from God’s grace - I must do this, it’s the only way! Jack swallowed and nodded and he moved closer and opened his mouth and waited, as Father John guided the tip inside. Huh, this isn’t so bad, it’s kind of squishy, and a little salty too - kind of like a salty marshmallow.  “Ok, now my child, you need to move your tongue around inside, and start sucking like it’s a large straw. You think you can do that?”

Jack nodded and began doing as he was told. After about thirty seconds, he felt Father John’s cock growing and filling his mouth. Fuck he’s big! He’s filling my mouth - I don’t know if I can open any wider! When the tip nudged against his tonsils, he started to choke, but the priest held his head firmly. “Relax my child, breathe through your nose.” Yes father. 

Jack nodded, eyes watering as the fat cock slid deeper down his throat, triggering his gag reflex even more. I can’t - it’s too big - it can’t get any deeper! Jack tried to retreat slightly, but Father John placed his other hand on the back of Jack’s head and pushed him further down, until eventually Jack’s nose was pressed against thick pubes and his chin rested against the priest’s large balls. Fuck! His cock is down my throat - it’s too thick! I can’t breathe!

Jack instantly choked, grabbing at the priest’s hips, but Father John held him firm. “Breathe through your nose my boy,” the priest said softly. After ten long seconds of gagging and panicking, tears running down his cheeks, Jack finally managed to breathe through his nose - the priest’s manly musk filling his nose and lungs, which made his eyes roll back in his head. Mmm, fuck - he smells so good - mmm -“Good boy,” Father John said, releasing his head, as he pulled fully out. As soon as the fat tip left Jack’s mouth, a thick wave of saliva and precum poured from Jack’s gasping mouth and poured down his chin and onto his cum and wax covered chest. “Hmm, I think it’ll take a bit more,” Father John said, stroking his cock. Jack wiped the remnants off his chin and looked up at the now-hard cock. Oh my God! It’s massive! It’s the size of my fucking head! Will mine really get that big?

Jack swallowed, and opened wide again, this time taking the cock into his mouth himself, gliding his tongue underneath the shaft, as Father John pushed down his throat much faster this time, holding him at the base for a few seconds before pulling back - but not all the way - and thrusted in again. Oh wow, this is so much easier now that I’m not gagging! Father John throat-fucked him for three more minutes, before yanking abruptly out and Jack gasped for air. “Well done,” the priest said. “This should be much easier now, but as you are still a virgin, you will have to breathe out and relax your hole as much as possible, ok?”

“Yes Father.”

“That’s a good boy.” Father John walked to the base of the bed, opened Jack’s legs, and climbed on top, hovering over him. Jack looked down at the priest’s cock - twice the size of his own, thick as his wrist and 10” (25cm)- and gulped. *That’s going in me…*He closed his eyes as he felt the weight shift on the bed, as Father John positioned his slick tip against his hole. Breathe, just breathe!

Jack tried to relax as much as possible, struggling hard against the pressure building at his hole, until finally the fat head rammed inside. “Arghh!” Jack cried out, instinctively trying to jolt back up the bed and off the cock, but Father John held him firmly in place, the tip still inside. “Don’t worry my child, I’ll be gentle. Just relax, and take deep breaths.” It’s so big - unghhh - it hurts - it’s too big - nghh - I - fuck - I must - get yourself together Jack!

Jack nodded and breathed deeply, as Father John slid a few more inches in, which made Jack bite his lip to keep from yelling. “Are you nearly all in?” He asked, voice edged with pain. “You’ve got another half to go, my child,” Father John replied with a slight chuckle. “ANOTHER HALF? You’re kidding! I can’t, Father - it’s too much, you’re too big!” He said in an anxious tirade, as the thought of another five inches loomed just outside of his rim, awaiting passage to his insides. 

“My boy, Jesus suffered on the cross many times more pain than this - and he was greatly rewarded. This pain is many times less, and in a few minutes you’ll also be rewarded. Remember, this is the only way to treat your condition.” Without waiting for a response, Father John pressed deeper and Jack closed his eyes and winced as the thick shaft sank in. At about three quarters in, he clenched his jaw, as Father John’s massive cock hit a wall of some kind inside him, which initially refused to give, until Father John pushed his hips with some force and Jack’s insides spread open, allowing for the final three inches to bury themselves inside of him. Unghhh! Fuck! Nghhh! Jack groaned loudly, his own cock twitching hard, as his hole fluttered around the intruder.

“Wow, your virgin hole is so tight, my boy,” Father John said, voice low with pleasure. Jack groaned, “Unghh… yes -Father,” still feeling the burn but already feeling the first sparks of pleasure.

Father John pulled back and began fucking him, taking him in many positions: first long, deep missionary strokes while pinning the younger man down; then on his side with one leg held high so every thrust ground directly against his prostate; then doggy-style, gripping Jack’s hips hard and pounding until the bed creaked; then folded in half with Jack’s ankles by his ears, railing him mercilessly until Jack came for the third time - hands fisting the sheets, cock untouched, spraying across his own chest. A fourth orgasm hit while Father John had him bent over the edge of the bed, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the mattress, fucking him with short, brutal snaps of his hips.

By the time sunset began to creep in through the windows, painting the room in soft orange light, Jack was on top, riding Father John’s cock reverse-cowboy. “Please - unghh -Father -how much more?” he gasped, voice wrecked, body destroyed with pleasure and marked with four orgasms, saliva, wax and sweat. Father John, now in a sitting position with his arms wrapped around Jack, thrusting deep and fast, answered breathlessly, “One more orgasm should do, my boy.” Mmmm - one more - unghh - nearly there - I’ve got to speed up though!

Jack nodded and pushed Father John onto his back, gripped the priest’s thick pecs, and started bouncing up and down hard, the cock inside bulging visibly through his lower abs, while his own sore smaller cock slapped wetly against Father John’s sweaty abs. Unghhh - I can’t believe it feels this good - nghhh - Father John laced his hands behind his head, biceps flexing as he watched his cock be repeatedly swallowed by the ever more desperate Jack. Until suddenly Jack felt Father John’s pecs tense underneath him and then once more the priest raised himself into slight sitting position, grabbed Jack’s hips, pulled him down, and fucked up into him with renewed ferocity, abs clenching, sweat dripping.

“Fuck,” the priest growled, voice breaking. His cock swelled even thicker inside Jack as he came - hot, thick pulses flooding deep into the younger man’s guts. He’s cock is pulsing inside me - nghhh - oh fuck - he’s cumming! Unghhh why does that - nghhh - turn me - ON! Jack squirmed helplessly as his hole wrapped around the priest’s base, while his fifth orgasm started to rip through him, more powerful than any before. “UNGHHH FATHERRR!” He shouted out loud, wrapping his arm’s around the priest’s sweaty back and with a final desperate bounce on the spurting cock, he went over the threshold and had his fifth orgasm, weak ropes of cum streaking across Father John’s chest.

Jack instantly collapsed down onto the priest’s body, still skewered with his massive cock, which even after several minutes, only softened slightly inside of him, as he lay atop the priest, their bodies locked and slick. Until, finally Father John eased out with a wet, obscene sound and got off the bed - cum immediately leaking from Jack’s ruined hole, dripping down his thighs. Then the priest pulled his robes back on without cleaning up his cum-covered abs, and then reached down and felt Jack’s balls. “Well done my boy, they’re much more empty now, so you should be good for a little while. Though, in time they will refill and will need emptying again, so make sure you have found a wife by then.”

Jack nodded, flushed and dazed, legs still trembling as he stood. He wobbled slightly, hole aching and leaking, body marked with wax, cum, and sweat. Father John smiled gently. “Now you best head back my child, you’ll need your sleep to recover, and you don’t want to miss morning mass either.”

Jack nodded, and said: “Thank you for helping me Father,” blushing as he shook Father John’s hand, and walked down stairs, cum trailing down his legs, as he retrieved his discarded clothes, dressed quickly - lacking the energy to clean himself - and stepped out into the cool Easter night.

The church stood quiet behind him as he walked home on shaky legs - forever changed by the long, sacred vigil.

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