Title : Devil's Collector - part 5
Written by : Hector Himeros
Cover model : Paul Powerhouse - MarkWolff.com
Background : CGTextures.com
Words : 7,682 words
Scene : M/M, reluctant, anal, oral
Setting : Bedroom
Location : Virginia colony
Time : 1638
Character #1 : Jack Reynolds - 33 - Caucasian man - gay - top
Character #2 : Thomas White - 21 - Caucasian man - gay - bottom
Character #3 : Peter Hutchins - 45 - Caucasian - gay in denial - top

Jack Reynolds was an unfortunate gay man who lived in the era of British colonies in America, when gays could be legally hanged for the glory of God. Jack and his boyfriend were captured by the homophobic townsmen. On the day before Jack was hanged, they forced him to watch the execution of his boyfriend. Closing his eyes, Jack prepared himself to die as the noose was tightened around his neck. But suddenly, a gust of wind flew him away. To his surprise, he found himself in hell and the devil himself stood before him. The devil who prefered to be called Devlin offered Jack an opportunity to be his cum collector. His job was to milk men and to collect their cum, because Devlin needed it to build a new demonic army. As the devil's collector, Jack was given a set of supernatural powers, as well as immortality, which he could use to avenge the death of his male lover. However, hundreds of years later, in modern time, when Jack was on duty, milking cocks for Devlin, met a man who reminded him of his late boyfriend. Involuntarily, Jack fell in love all over again. That's when problem arose, because the devil didn't tolerate any kinds of love, including man-to-man love.

            "Just a minute. I'm coming," Peter Hutchins called out, quickly jumping into a pair of decent pants and throwing on a shirt. "Damn! It's midnight. And I'm sleepy. Oh, probably it's the watchman. But I wonder what kind of thing he wants to report? It seems so urgent."

            The night watchman knocked again. This time, it was much louder. "Father Hutchins." He knocked again. Obviously, he didn't hear Peter's earlier reply.

            The door was opened suddenly. "Yes, I heard you," Peter said, looking rather annoyed. "What's the matter?"

            "Father, I think Jack Reynolds and Thomas White might be sodomites," he reported, lowering down his voice.

            "Sodomites? Why do you think so?" All of a sudden, Peter was no longer sleepy.

            "I heard a series of groans from Mr. Reynolds' house. You know, the kind of groans when you're copulating..." But the watchman stopped talking. "I'm sorry, Father. I forgot you're a priest. You don't have sex." He looked quite awkwardly embarrassed. "Anyway, when I knocked on the door, Mr. Reynolds came out together with Mr. White. They're both shirtless. And they huddled together suspiciously in a large blanket."

            "Huddled together? Like lovers?" Peter raised an eyebrow, getting intrigued.

            "Well, actually not like lovers. But still, Father, two shirtless men wrapped together in a blanket. Don't you think it's weird?"

            "Indeed," Peter said to himself. "Well, thanks for reporting. I'm gonna investigate this matter. In the meantime, do not tell anyone about this matter, alright?"

            The night watchman nodded before heading off into the night. Father Hutchins, deep in his thought, closed the door. Obviously, he was pondering what he should do next. The thought that ran in his mind was a dirty one because he sported an erection in his pants.

*****

            The next morning, Father Hutchins decided to pay Thomas a visit. He deliberately waited until Jack left the house. As a woodcutter, Jack was going to spend a lot of time in the woods. That was the right opportunity for the priest to have private talk with Thomas. Dressed in the usual priest attire and a hat, Peter knocked on the door and was greeted by Thomas' friendly smile.

            "Father Hutchins. Jack isn't here right now. You may want to..."

            "No, I'm not looking for Jack. I'm looking for you actually," Peter answered. "May I come in?"

            "Sure," Thomas opened the door wider. He was confused because he had no idea why the priest needed to talk to him. "What's the occasion if you don't mind telling me?"

            "I just want to confirm something, Thomas." Peter put on a serious look. "Have you sinned lately? Tell me."

            "Sinned? What did you mean?"

            "You don't have to pretend, young man. I know all about your night activity with Jack." The priest decided not to beat around the bush.

            Upon hearing it, Thomas grew pale. 'I don't know what you're talking about," he lied, avoiding eye contact.

            "Thomas, you don't have to be afraid. I'm a priest. I can help you." Peter locked the door to ensure that no one could bother their private session. "Come on. Tell me everything. Did you have sodomy with Jack?"

            Scared and nervous, Thomas didn�t know what to do. He knew that lying was not an option. Thus, he finally nodded his head in deep shame. Although he didn't say a word, Peter knew that it was a yes.

            Sighing, Father Hutchins put a hand on Thomas' shoulder. "Thomas, I can help you. God has bestowed me powers to forgive sins and to exorcise any kinds of demons. Don't worry."

            Knowing that he couldn't argue with a priest, Thomas meekly let Peter walked him to the dining table. There, they both sat on the chairs and had a long discussion. Thomas was actually not sure what Peter talked about. All the words sounded Greek to him. He expected that at one point Father Hutchins would finally stop preaching. Yet, to his surprise, he felt the priest's hand on his bare thigh. It happened that Thomas was wearing short pants. Thus, his athletic smooth thighs were displayed.

            "Father Hutchins, what are you doing?" Thomas repositioned his legs, avoiding Peter's touch.

            "Don't be afraid. I'm not gonna hurt you." Peter stared into Thomas' eyes, as if trying to intimidate him. "I'm checking out your body for any demonic signs. Do you know that demons can reside in our bodies and make us do things?" Peter grabbed one of Thomas' legs. This time, he clutched it hard. "I think you have a homosexual demon inside you. And I'll have to exorcise it out of your body."

            "I'm fine, Father. I have no dem..."

            "Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about. The homosexual demon is controlling your mind now. This is actually more severe than I originally thought."

            Baffled, the naive youth began to get influenced by Peter's outrageous claim. "I have a homosexual demon? How do you know? Why are you so sure about that?"

            "Well, you had sex with Jack last night, right? That's a solid proof that you're being controlled by a homosexual demon. But fear not. I can drag it out of you. However, you have to trust me totally."

            "Trust you? What do you mean, Father? What are you going to do to me?" Thomas started to sense that there was something terribly wrong.

            "I'm going to exorcise the demon from your body."

            "You mean, with holy water?"

            Peter smiled. "Well, it's actually similar but different. You see, I have the divine capability to connect between men and God. Hence, in a way, I'm pure and holy. That's why I can exorcise demons. However, homosexual demon resides deep within your soul. I have no choice but to use my body fluid. It's the only way to reach into your body."

            "Now you're talking non-sense, Father. I love Jack. And I want to be with him. I'm quite aware that it's what I want. No demon controls my heart."

            Father Hutchins said calmly, "Then I have no other way but to prosecute you under the buggery law. You do realize that sodomy is punishable by death, right?" He knew for sure that he would be able to persuade Thomas. "Not only will you be executed, Jack will suffer the same fate. Are you really sure you want to take that decision?"

            The young man went silent, his head hanging down. I have no other option. Father Hutchins has already known that Jack and I are gay lovers. Our lives are in his hand now. If by letting him exorcise me can save both our lives, then I have to do it. However, I'm pretty sure that there's no such thing as homosexual demon within me.  When he looked up, he said, "You win, Father. I�ll comply."

            "Good boy," Peter responded, looking very pleased. "Shall we begin?"

            Thomas, still fully clothed, found himself kneeling before the priest. Nervously, he watched the priest take off the hat. He waited for what Peter was going to do to him. When Thomas heard the word 'body fluid', he wasn't really sure what the priest meant. Yet, when Peter started to take off his frock, Thomas was alarmed. After having his first sexual experience with Jack, Thomas knew exactly what to expect from the nearly naked priest.

            The shirtless priest only had his pants on to cover his nakedness. Yet, it wouldn't be long until he lost the pants, as well. Without any embarrassment, the priest let his hardened cock push out against the fabric. It created an obscene bulge. On the tip of the bulge, a wet stain began to spread. Obviously, Peter couldn't wait to copulate with the sexy youth.

            "I know what you think, Thomas. Don't be scared. My body fluid is equal to holy water. If you receive it inside your body, the homosexual demon will have no choice but to leave you."

            Fuck! Father Hutchins is going to molest me. I wish Jack were here. There's no way I could fight Father Hutchins.

            Seeing the priest's shirtless body, Thomas hated to admit that he was sexually aroused. Being young, sexual hormones dictated his lust. Secretly, Thomas checked out Peter's body. He paid attention to the curves and the contours. Involuntarily, Thomas' dick hardened and elongated against his conscious will. When he realized what happened to his body, he felt quite ashamed. Yet, lust soon distracted him. Looking up, he waited for Father Hutchins to make the first move.

            In his 40s, Peter still looked quite good. Indeed, his body wasn't as big as Jack's. Yet, there were some athletic curves across his torso, especially around his pecs. However, Peter's chest didn't bulge up prominently because it lacked of both body fat and muscles. A soft mat of chest hair, dampened by sweat, grew in the middle of Peter's chest. More sweat oozed out as Peter began to heat up. Running a hand on the pecs, Peter wiped off the excessive sweat.

            Thomas didn't blink when he saw Peter's hand glide across the bare chest. Suddenly, there was a longing to feel Peter's chest. Such urge was quite understandable, considering that, under the influence of hormones, Thomas was curious about the anatomy of other men. Despite the sexual urge, Thomas dared not do anything, not until the priest told him to.

            "You're quite obedient. That's a good sign," Peter commented. "It means that there's still a hope for you. Come. Touch my body."

            Getting permission to feel Peter's shirtless chest, Thomas immediately put a palm on Peter's flat hairless stomach. It felt quite warm and rather soft. As he looked up, his eyes were locked to Peter's. At one point, he felt as if Peter had peered into his soul. From the stomach, the hand crawled up like a tarantula ready to pounce upon its prey. From below, Peter's pecs looked bigger because of the silhouette. Trembling from excitement, Thomas' palm began to sweat. When he cupped one of the priest's pecs, the sensation felt like heaven. At that moment, the youth realized what it was like to be closer to God.

            "You seem to enjoy groping my chest, Thomas. Keep doing it. Yeah, feel how warm my pecs are." Enjoying the youth's touch, Peter closed his eyes for a few seconds. "Ah!" A gasp was heard when Thomas' fingers rubbed the half-erect nipple.

            The young man couldn't help comparing the difference between groping Jack's and Peter's chest. Both men indeed had different kind of chest. Jack's was bulging thick with muscles while Peter's was rather flat yet athletic. In a way, it was not fair to compare them both because each had its own beauty and sexiness. Thomas' fingers continued to squeeze, press, and knead the pectorals. They left some temporary reddish marks, which were gone in a second, on the skin. Pressing harder, he felt Peter's rib cage underneath the flesh.

            "Keep groping my chest, Thomas. Worship my body. I'll connect you to God and free you from all your sins." The priest let his head fall back, moaning intolerably. "Oh! Keep doing what you're doing."

            Thomas' fingers felt really good on Peter's bare skin. The ecstasy was enhanced when they passed across Peter's erect nipples. The priest gave a jump whenever it happened. However, the most noticeable reaction was in Peter's pants. His erection seemed quite alive, throbbing constantly and uncontrollably. The wet stain spread more as more precum was absorbed by the pants. At the moment, Thomas was more interested with Peter's chest. Rubbing and caressing, Thomas explored the outlines of those nipples one by one.

            "Yes! Rub my nipples. Oh yeah!" the priest groaned, his body shivering from time to time.

            Male bodies are really interesting, Thomas thought. They are alike yet different. Jack has more muscles, but Father Hutchins' has its own sexiness. I believe Father Hutchins is twice older than I. I'm thrilled to have such sexual intimacy with him. I've always wondered what it was like to have sex with an older man.

            Gently, Thomas pressed the nipples to feel how hard they were. Playfully, he also used both his thumb and index finger to rub those nipples, sometimes pulling them. He noticed that Peter groaned more loudly when he did that. The nipples turned red from being overused. Yet, the owner looked quite satisfied and horny. Thomas' eyes observed how Peter's abdominal muscles flexed and contracted. It was truly an exciting sight. That was when he was tempted to place one hand on Peter's stomach.

            Father Hutchins' stomach is quite flat. Yet, when I press it, I can feel the faint trace of muscles. He barely has any body fat. I wonder what he does to keep his body so fit like that.

            Peter seemed to be able to read Thomas' mind. "You like my flat stomach? I do a lot of exorcism towards homosexual demons. Such exorcism drains a lot of my energy. I guess it keeps my body fit."

            "Father Hutchins, I like your body," Thomas said, looking up.

            And I like yours, Peter thought, running a hand down Thomas' arm. Damn! Thomas is quite beautiful, just like an angel. I have to have him.

            Thomas didn't resist when Peter's hand reached into the sleeve. He involuntarily flexed his biceps for the priest to let him know that he was ready. Knowing what was going to come, Thomas meekly surrendered himself. Naturally, he was overwhelmed by lust because he enjoyed Peter's groping. Almost instantly, blood rushed into the veins of his cock. Gradually, his manhood rose up and assumed full erection. However, the lewd protrusion was hidden because of Thomas' kneeling position.

            "Stand up, Thomas. Let me check your body. I have to find the location of your homosexual demon. He's hiding somewhere for sure," Peter ordered authoritatively.

            Obediently, the youth stood up. As soon as he did, his erection poked out through his pants. At first, Thomas blushed because it was his first time to sport an erection in front of a priest. Yet, the embarrassment didn't last long. Obviously, such protrusion was too hard to be missed. Father Hutchins got a glimpse of it but said nothing.

            "Take off your clothes and let me see your naked body, Thomas. Don't be shy." Lustfully, Father Hutchins stared into Thomas' eyes, piercing through his soul.

            Having no choice, Thomas slowly took his clothes off under the priest's watchful eyes. It was a nervous experience, yet also exciting at the same time. It didn't take long for Thomas to undress himself. The shirt fell to the floor first. Then, the pants followed suit. Hesitantly, he held onto his underwear for a second before finally he shoved it down too. Thus, he stood naked before the lustful priest. Defiantly, Thomas' dick throbbed. The head was still dry because no precum oozed out yet.

            "You're quite beautiful, Thomas. I admire your manly beauty. No wonder homosexual demon is so keen on possessing your body." Peter held his breath as he touched Thomas' upper arm. "Let me feel your body."

            Without waiting for the youth's response, the lewd priest began fingering Thomas' body. Both his hands traced the arms, one on each arm. It felt like hours as they glided up and met each other at the shoulders. There, Peter stopped to get a better look at Thomas' face. And without giving any prior explanation, he suddenly took hold of Thomas' head and pulled the youth's head towards his. Inevitably, their lips pressed one another, locked in a steamy kiss. The kiss was very passionate. Slobbering, Peter repeatedly tried to engulf Thomas' sweet tender lips.

            Not expecting a kiss, particularly the intimate one, Thomas froze when the priest forced his lips upon Thomas'. He just stood there and received the kiss. Peter's lips were coated in drool which seeped out upon the kiss. Soon, the young man was persuaded to reciprocate the kiss. Their lips parting, drool was exchanged and tongues wrestled against each other. Thomas encircled the priest' lower torso by instinct. Deep down, Thomas was always in need of intimacy with another man. He did realize that what he was doing at the moment, betraying Jack's love, was wrong. Yet, he kept telling himself that he had no other choice.

            "You're such a good kisser," Peter said as the kiss broke. "I didn't expect that."

            "Oh!" Thomas moaned when his torso was caressed up and down. A wave of guilt washed down his mind as he realized that he really enjoyed Peter's touch. Yet, he soon forgot it and resumed his moans. Offering his body to the priest, he straightened his back and shoved his pecs forward. Compared to Peter's, Thomas had more muscles in his pecs. He knew that Peter would definitely be intrigued to try touching them. And just as he expected, the priest took the offering. "Oh yeah!" Thomas moaned again when his sensitive nipples were touched.

            Like Peter's, Thomas' nipples were already erect. However, Thomas' nipples had lighter pinkish complexion while the priest's nipples were darker in color. The youth gasped again, having trouble in staying quiet. Seeing Peter's chest was displayed before him, Thomas took the chance to resume the groping. Whenever Peter touched his nipples, Thomas involuntarily squeezed Peter's flesh. Before long, both men enjoyed stimulating each other's bodies.

            "I like your pointy nipples. They are sexy. However, manly sexiness is dangerous because it can drag other men into the sin of Sodom." Pretending to be serious, the priest continued the physical examination. His hands trailed down the stomach until they reached Thomas' hairy crotch. "Your crotch is very dense and hairy. I believe homosexual demon loves hiding there."

            I may be naive but I know exactly what you want to do, Father Hutchins. You want to stroke my cock, Thomas thought, keeping a straight face.

            Peter's eyes explored the throbbing length of Thomas' manhood. Silently, he admired how beautiful it was. In order to get a better look, Father Hutchins knelt down until his face was level with the cock. In close distance, his nose picked up the faint smell of dry cum. With one hand, he manhandled Thomas' cock, checking for any demonic abnormalities.

            "So are there any demons in my cock, Father Hutchins?" Thomas asked, half mocking.

            "I'm not sure," Peter replied. "It looks normal. Maybe he's hiding in your balls."

            Like a physician, Peter weighed those balls carefully in his palm. Then, he gently kneaded them. At that moment, those balls hung loose owing to the heat. Craning his head down, Peter brought his face closer so that he could study the texture of the ball sack. Immediately, the overpowering smell of muskiness assaulted Peter's nostrils. Out of curiosity, and playfulness, he pulled the wrinkled skin of the ball sack and stretched it. Carefully, he tried not to accidentally pull at any pubic hair.

            Father Hutchins is feeling my balls. Damn! It feels so good. If he keeps doing that, I can ejaculate all of a sudden. Fuck! He's making me horny.

            Peter, of course, knew what Thomas felt. Making the youth cum was his primary goal. Indeed, he disguised his homosexual lust under the false notion of gay exorcism. Yet, it was the only way to get Thomas in bed with him. Thomas wasn't the first guy whom Peter seduced. He had fucked several men secretly. None of them dared to resist Peter's sexual advancement. However, sometimes he met unruly men. That was when he utilized his authority to drag them to the gallows. He did that, in part, because he was worried they might leak out his true identity.

            Thomas is the sexiest young men I've ever met so far. He's perfect in every way. He's young, handsome, muscular, and he's blond. I'd love to fuck his ass every night. I really hope Thomas knows what is best for him. I'd hate to drag him to the gallows.

            Soft moans continued to echo while the youth endured the pleasurable sensation on his balls. To maintain his balance, he held onto the priest's bare shoulders. He never expected that it would feel good to have a man knead his balls. Occasionally, he winced when Peter squeezed the balls too hard. Yet, the effect was quite obvious because several minutes later Thomas' dick started producing its first batch of precum. The youth gasped, feeling a drop of precum roll out of the slit.

            "Your cock finally gives a response. Maybe I can suck the demon out."

            Out of the blue, Father Hutchins opened his mouth and took Thomas' dick in. It happened so fast that Thomas couldn�t avoid it. The priest gripped the youth's ass buns, making sure that he didn�t move. Once the dick rested on Peter's tongue, he closed his mouth and sealed the dick in. Warmth and wetness spread, enveloping Thomas' dick. Holding the shaft, Peter pulled down the foreskin in order to expose the true beauty of Thomas' knob. Inside, the hardened dick flexed a bit, pulled by the stretching foreskin. Peter smiled when he heard Thomas whimpering.

            Thomas' dick must be quite sensitive. He starts moaning the moment I pulled his foreskin back. Mmm... I love the taste of his cock.

            Thirstily, he lapped up the precum off Thomas' leaking slit. The liquid was then sucked into his mouth and gulped down his throat. Father Hutchins looked very sexually content. It was indeed the most heavenly tasty liquid he ever tasted. He savored the taste for as long as it lasted. Spontaneously, he squeezed the youth's shaft, as if by doing so more precum would flow out. He had to hold onto Thomas' body because the youth couldn't stop squirming. Loud slurping echoed around the room while Peter greedily sucked the cock.

            "Father Hutchins! Oh! You're sucking my cock, Ah! I'm horny."

            The priest didn't say anything. He was too busy sucking. Longingly, he squeezed Thomas' ass buns quite tightly. The blunt nails sank into the pliant ass cheeks possessively, leaving reddish marks. At the same time, he tried to give Thomas a deep-throat. By relaxing his throat, he let the shaft pass through his throat. Yet, he soon pulled away as the gagging reflex kicked in. It was obvious that Peter hadn't had sex for quite some time because he was quite aggressive. He took Thomas' dick as if he wanted to chew on it.

            "Father Hutchins, oh! My dick is very sensitive. Ah! I love it, yeah! Keep sucking my dick." Thomas placed on hand on the priest's dampening hair, nearly pulling at it. "Ah!" Every time he moaned, he tightened the grip.

            Peter winced but he didn't mind it. Yet, whenever Thomas pulled at his hair, he squeezed Thomas' buns harder. Thus, both men couldn't stop moaning. Vibrating through Thomas' hard-on, Peter's muffled groans gave an additional sensation. The young man writhed and squirmed as if he wanted to escape from the priest' sucking mouth. Yet, at the same time, he held onto the priest' head and refused to let go.

            "Suck my cock, Father. Oh, suck me," Thomas raved, rolling his eyes upward. "I'm precumming for you. Suck my precum. Father, ah!"

            This young man leaks so much. I just sucked out his precum a few minutes ago and now he's precumming again. Oh my... I really love Thomas' dick. Jack is a very lucky man indeed.

            Thomas couldn't control his body. Even if he could, he wouldn't do it because he really enjoyed the oral stimulation. He hated to admit it but Father Hutchins had better blowjob skill compared to Jack. Such thought brought back the guilt temporarily. Thomas couldn't help imagine what Jack would do if Jack knew what the priest did to him. A sudden strong suction drew out a louder gasp from Thomas' quivering lips. His knees turned weak, almost losing balance. Peter's tongue touched something very sensitive. Thomas had no idea what, but it felt like heaven. Then, the unbelievable sensation returned. The young man squealed, holding onto Peter's shoulders.

            Thomas' dick is very sensitive obviously. I was simply licking the underside of his dick. Whenever my tongue touches his frenulum, he gives such a violent reaction. I actually liked it. I can only imagine how Thomas will react when I shove my manhood into his fuck canal. Oh, I'm horny thinking about that.

            Moaning, Thomas bent over, his hands reaching down Peter's back. Creeping down, those fingers massaged the flesh across the priest's shoulder blades and spine. In such position, Thomas involuntarily shoved his manhood deeper into Peter's waiting mouth. Another gasp resounded from Thomas as he felt Peter's fingers creeping into his asshole. Thomas had no time to resist. Before he knew what really happened, he had already moaned out his pain. Without any lubrication, the anal intrusion was quite painful.

            "Father Hutchins, you're hurting my ass. Father, oh!

            Yet, his pleas were ignored. The youth struggled to break free but his body didn't want to cooperate because amid pain was unspeakable pleasure. Thomas slumped down, his hands clawing at Peter's bare back. Red scratches appeared down the smooth sweaty back as soon as Thomas' nail sank down onto the flesh. As the result, Peter increased the intensity of the blowjob. Thomas, torn between the pain in his ass and the pleasure from his dick, clutched securely on the priest's body. Thomas' head lying on one of Peter's shoulders, the youth got a good whiff of the priest's manly body scent. Like aphrodisiac, the smell took over Thomas' mind and set his body on the course to inevitable orgasm.

            His ass is very tight. My finger can't drill in easily. It seems that Jack rarely fucks Thomas' ass. Or perhaps, yesterday was the first time they had sex? It doesn't matter. Thomas' ass is still tight and I'm gonna enjoy ravishing it. I'm very horny.

            "Oh, Father! Ah!" The youth continued to whimper like a crybaby. After clawing for some moments, the arms then wrapped around the priest' torso for better support. "My ass, ah! Father Hutchins!"

            Despite the struggle, Peter had no problem in steadying Thomas' body. While one hand was busy with anal fingering, the other gripped Thomas' waist. Peter realized that he needed some lubrication, yet he didn't want to stop. With much determination, he carefully applied more pressure on his finger. Thus, gradually, it sank in, deeper and deeper. Although Thomas' cries filled the room, the priest kept pushing. Just when Thomas thought he would pass out, suddenly the finger popped in successfully. Peter looked quite content, his erection getting harder.

            I keep groaning and moaning, even more loudly than yesterday. But why does Father Hutchins look so calm? I mean, someone may hear us.

            What Thomas didn't know, Peter Hutchins was renowned for his exorcism ability among the townsmen. Of course, it was all fake because, most of the time, the groans came from the men whom he molested. People unknowingly thought that the groans came from the exorcised demons. Thus, no one wanted to bother Peter because they believed he was exorcizing a demon in Jack's house. The last thing they wanted was for the demon to jump into their bodies.

            "Father Hutchings, your finger is in. Ah! It hurts," Thomas whimpered, his eyes getting wet. More tears streamed down as he squeezed the eyelids shut. I didn't think a finger could hurt like this. I'm surprised to find myself still hard. It's like I wanted him to keep fingering my ass. Ah!

            Once inside, Peter's finger wriggled into the depths like an earthworm. Painful friction occurred as the rest of the finger pushed its way in. Thomas' tender asshole suffered minor cuts which radiated constant ache. Easily, he found Thomas' prostate and immediately nudged the tiny organ. As soon as he did so, the youth squirmed more violently. Learning from past experiences, Peter knew that if he kept touching the tiny organ, Thomas' cock juice would spew out like a fountain. Eager to drain the youth's balls, the perverted priest continued to suck the erect cock.

            "Father Hutchins, I'm gonna cum. Oh!" Thomas scratched Peter's back involuntarily as his muscles contracted. "My cum is rushing out. Ah! I'm so close."

            Hearing how close Thomas was to the point of no return, the horny priest relentlessly licked Thomas' sensitive piss slit. His tongue repeatedly pushed itself into the slightly distended slit. A stream of precum emerged, filling the opening, before being lapped up immediately. By flexing his mouth, Peter formed a tighter ring and massaged Thomas' dick to orgasm. In his mind, the priest imagined what it was like inside Thomas' balls as the creamy liquid rose up and surged into the cock shaft. A second later, the young man finally roared and spilled out the content of his balls.

            "I'm cumming! Oh! I'm shooting my load. Father!" Thomas shrieked, banging the priest's mouth.

            Repeatedly, Thomas' dick emptied its liquid content into the priest's thirsty mouth. Thick juice squirted out with full force, splattering the interior. The youth's body flexed, displaying its bulging young muscles. As it shook, droplets of sweat rained down upon Peter's shirtless torso. Whimpering, he held onto Peter's body for his dear life. More cumshots followed, accompanied by deafening cries. Although the ejaculation came from a blowjob, its ecstasy was quite incredible.

            Shoot for me, you sexy man. Oh yeah! Let me drink your juice. Keep cumming.

            "Ah! I'm still cumming," Thomas whimpered, surprised at his own durability. "Fuck! Oh!"

            However, just as Thomas thought that he could cum forever, his ejaculation died away. The cumshots weakened and soon turned into a streamlet before it eventually stopped oozing altogether. Yet, Peter's finger still resided in the ass, pressing its blunt nail into Thomas' prostate. Thus, the orgasm lasted longer than it should have been. Despite the youth's bucking and whimpering, Peter kept holding the cock captive until he was satisfied.

            "Please release my dick, Father Hutchins. It's too sensitive, ah!" Thomas pleaded, his face contorting in pain. He struggled for a moment before his limp dick was released. "Ah!" he moaned, realizing that his ass was still being fingered. No matter how long Peter stimulated the prostate, Thomas' orgasm slowly came to a stop.

            "You came a lot," the priest commented, helping Thomas stand. "However, your homosexual demon is so strong. I can't suck it out." Standing up, he licked his own lips. The traces of cum were gone within seconds. Peter's finger retreated and left the hole. "Let's try another way."

            "Another way? What did you mean, Father Hutchins?" Thomas panted, recuperating from his fantastic orgasm.

            Before answering Thomas' question, the priest impatiently pushed the youth down on his knees. "Pull my pants down. Come on," he ordered.

            His heart beating fast, Thomas stared at the obscene protrusion. A wet stain spread across the front, coming from the bulge. With shaky hands, he held the waistband and meekly followed the priest's order. The pants fell down and rested around Peter's ankles. Unavoidably, Thomas found himself staring at a leaking hard-on. Peter's dick was the second dick that Thomas ever saw in his life. Thus, he couldn't help secretly comparing it to Jack's. He observed the details in order to find the differences.

            I never knew that under his priest frock, Father Hutchins hides a remarkable dick. And it's throbbing hard, right in front of my face. I can see how wet his cock slit was. Hmm... I'm tempted to lick the precum. I wonder. Does it taste the same as Jack'?

            "You'll need to suck my dick, Thomas. My precum acts like holy water. If you ingest it, it will be absorbed by your body. The homosexual demon will not stand a chance." Even at that point, Peter still pretended that he was exorcising a demon. "Don't be shy, Thomas. Lick my cock and suck the precum out. Come on. You've sucked Jack's cock, right? So I'm sure you don't need to be taught." Standing naked, the priest shoved his dick forward. "Suck my cock."

            Obeying the command, Thomas grasped the shaft and pulled Peter's foreskin backward until his fist rested against a thick bush of pubic hair. Peter's beautifully-sculpted cock head was then exposed to Thomas' awe. Nevertheless, upon closer inspection, the young man realized that Peter's cock head was much fatter compared to its shaft. The manhood might look weird but it was still sexy. Although the youth had just blown his load, he felt lust begin to take over. Looking up, he glanced at Peter's face before taking in the throbbing dick.

            "Oh," Peter cooed, the moment his dick rested inside Thomas' mouth. "Your mouth is quite warm. I love it."

            Without being told twice, the kneeling young man started to work his cheek muscles. Clumsily, he sucked the priest's leaking erection while savoring the salty taste of the precum. To his surprise, its taste was slightly different. Jack's precum was bitter when it was compared to Peter's. Curiously, Thomas swept his tongue across and around the priest's oozing slit. He even tried to jab his tongue in. Thomas knew for sure that the priest enjoyed his tongue treatment.

            "Good boy, lick my cock slit. Suck out the precum. It's good for you. Ah!"

            Father Hutchins closed his eyes, surrendering his cock to the eager youth. Gazing down at Thomas' bobbing head, Peter ran his fingers through Thomas' dampened hair. He caressed it slowly, as if Thomas was his beloved lover. Exploring the dense forest of hair, the fingers massaged Thomas' scalp and gathered its manly scent. Thinking about fucking the youth's ass got the priest harder. He knew that he had to have that sweet ass because the urge was quite irresistible. Peter's erection throbbed harder, enduring the relentless blowjob.

            I never know that each man has his own taste and sensation. Having sex with Jack is different than having sex with Father Hutchins. I do love Jack with all my heart but I have to admit that I also enjoy being molested by this priest. I'm not sure why. Perhaps because a priest has bigger authority and I do enjoy being dominated.

            Still trying to learn how to please men, Thomas did his best with his blowjob. At times, he nearly accidentally scraped the sensitive cock head. Much drool was poured out, seeping out from the corners of his mouth. The drool was mixed with Peter's precum before both were gulped down. Remembering what Jack taught him the other night, Thomas practiced his knowledge. Knowing that piss slit was the most sensitive part, he kept teasing it in order to coax ore precum out.

            "Oh my God! It feels so great! Lick my cock slit, Thomas. Get my precum out. Oh!"

            The naked priest shuddered, flexing his pecs. Drops of sweat pushed out from the pores, drenching his slim yet athletic body. Several times, Peter wiped the excessive sweat off his chest. As his palm glided across, he threw his head back and moaned out his lust. The side effect was quite obvious. His dick reached maximum hardness, filling Thomas' oral cavity. Although the shaft was not thick, the cock head was larger.

            Father Hutchins' dick head is quite unique. I've never seen any dick like this. I wonder what it was like to get fucked by this cock. Such naughty taught gradually tickled his own cock and made it harden. I want to suck out more precum. I really love its taste. 

            "Jesus!" Father Hutchins exclaimed, vocalizing his pleasure. "You suck quite well. You learned it from Jack, didn't you?" he asked rhetorically before closing his eyes for a moment. "Yeah! Suck my dick. Lick it. Make me cum."

            Thomas didn't consider himself as the best cocksucker in the world. Yet, he did try his best to imitate what Peter did to his dick earlier. With one hand, the young man massaged the priest's hanging balls. His fingers nearly got entangled amid the wiry long hair. When he finally got a grip, he carefully kneaded those balls. The loud groans from Peter became the indicator for Thomas whether he had pressed the right button or not. Those balls, wrapped in wrinkled skin, felt quite fleshy and vulnerable. Thomas made sure that he handled them with much care.

            "Knead those balls, Thomas. Yes! Oh, Christ!"

            Thomas' cheeks bulged up, jammed by the priest's fat dick head. Clumsily, he took the dick in and out, trying not to choke himself. Yet, it turned out that sucking Peter�s dick wasn't as easy as he thought it would be. Thomas then decided to utilize his cheek muscles instead. The nerves around his neck straining hard, he eagerly sucked the head. At the same time, his tongue tickled the underside. The combined sensation was enough to set Peter on fire.

            "Oh God! I'm going to cum!" Peter whimpered his stomach contracting.

            Peter forgot when the last time he actually came in another man's mouth. He longed for it, so much. Yet, there was another thing which he craved far more than cumming in a man's mouth. Grabbing Thomas' sweaty hair, he pulled at it but his fingers slipped off. Squirming, he forced himself to pull away. Yet, he couldn't free his dick from Thomas' mouth. Evidently, the youth was determined to wring the cum out.

            No, I can't cum now. If I cum, I'll be exhausted and need more time to recuperate. I can't afford losing the chance to fuck Thomas' tight ass. He has to stop sucking my cock, now.

            Not aware of Peter's thought, Thomas continued to suck because he wanted to taste the priest' cum. However, he was quite surprised and disappointed when he was pushed away. Dripping with drool, Peter's dick popped out. Fortunately for Peter, his dick wasn't scraped as it left Thomas' mouth by force. Curiously, he looked up and waited for Peter's explanation.

            "On second thought," he said, panting for breath. "We need a more effective way to deliver my holy seed into your body." The priest dried his sweaty forehead.

            "What can be more effective than sucking your seed out?" Thomas asked, half confused. Then, it dawned on him that Peter was after his ass. "You mean, you want to sodomize my ass, Father Hutchins? But didn't you say sodomy was sinful?"

            "Sodomy is indeed sinful, Thomas, not to mention demonic. But what I'm going to do is using sodomy by turning it against the demon. It's the most effective way to vanquish homosexual demon. He won't see it coming."

            Yeah, right, Thomas thought. I wish you're manly enough to admit that all you want is to fuck my tight ass and cum inside it.

            Looking around, Peter looked for a comfortable spot to plow Thomas' ass. And he found an empty spot by the corner. Without saying anything, he sat down and laid his back against the wall. It actually felt quite comfortable sitting there. Looking at Thomas, he beckoned the youth to come closer. Grabbing his drooled dick, Peter gave it a few strokes in order to maintain its hardness. He also pulled the foreskin down to ensure that the head stayed exposed.

            "Come and sit on my dick, Thomas. Milk my holy juice out with the tightness of your ass." Using his hand, he signaled Thomas to sit on his erection.

            Meekly, Thomas obliged. He came over and repositioned his ass above the priest's dick. Carefully, he bent his legs as he lowered his ass down. Facing Peter, the youth didn't hesitate to wince. Being naked already, he thought that he had nothing to hide from the priest. Sliding down, Thomas' manhood rubbed Peter's torso and left some glistening trails of precum. Stretching his ass cheeks, the youth settled down with Peter's help. When Thomas� asshole touched the slimy cock head, he gasped at the sensation. The gasp grew louder as he forced his ass down the priest' manhood.

            "Ah! Father Hutchins! Oh fuck! Your cock is too big."

            "Just take it like a man," Peter groaned, noticing how tight the ass was. "Relax your hole and let me in. Let me shove my dick in. Oh, Jesus!"

            Grabbing Thomas' broad shoulders, the priest pushed the youth down. He ignored Thomas' cries of pain. He simply wanted to impale Thomas' ass with his manhood. The unique shape of his dick head made it harder to penetrate Thomas' tight opening. Peter groaned too, enduring the extreme tightness around his sensitive dick head. Covered by drool, the head was able to drill its way in after several minutes of struggle. Peter's arms flexed as they exerted their strength to pull Thomas' body down. At the same time, he shoved his dick upward to meet the ass.

            "Father Hutchins, you're splitting my ass with your cock," the young man whimpered, his eyes getting wet. Tears broke out, streaming down his cheeks against his will.

            "Shut up," the priest scolded him. "It's the demon talking. He doesn't want to get sprayed with my holy juice. Hang on there, Thomas. Remember, you're a man."

            "Fuck! Your dick can't get in, ah!" Thomas started to get frustrated, feeling as if he was being raped.

            "You enjoy it, don't you? Your cock is still hard." The priest eyes fell onto Thomas' erection. "Don't fight me. Let my cock in. After I shoot your ass with my juice, everything is over. Just hang on."

            "Oh! Fuck!" The young man whimpered repeatedly, squeezing his eyelids shut to get rid of the excessive tears. He grasped Peter's bare shoulders. The more pain he received, the tighter he clutched them. The anal ordeal continued until finally Peter's fat dick head lodged itself in. Thomas knew that his asshole must have been swollen beyond recognition. His groaned continued when Peter kept forcing the rest of length in. Painfully, Thomas sat down until his ass met Peter's crotch. Only then, he could breathe with relief.

            "Jesus! My entire dick is inside of you now," the priest panted, looking quite satisfied. "Your ass is really tight. I don't think I can hold on for long."

            Speechless, Thomas could only groan in response. He tried to clench his asshole yet he only received waves of indescribable pain. The pain was much worse, compared to the anal pain he experienced last night with Jack. However, to his surprised, a part of him actually enjoyed Peter's rough treatment. Such realization scared him, making him wonder whether or not he really had a homosexual demon inside him. Yet, there was no time to think. There was no escape from the pain, except enduring it until the priest ejaculated.

            "Hold onto my body, Thomas. I'm gonna drill your ass now."

            The youth encircled the priest' neck with his arms, preparing himself for the ultimate pain. Suddenly, he found himself face to face with Peter. The priest's eyes pierced through into Thomas' soul. Thomas' mind was blank for a moment, unsure what to think of. Then the pain began to rip through his body, radiating from his stretched fuck hole. Thomas tightened his grip, as if he would fall off from Peter's hairy crotch. Their sweaty foreheads were pressed together. Each could see right into each other's eyes. When Thomas exhaled, his warm breath reached Peter's face.

            "Ah! My ass!" Thomas cried, tightening the grip. Instinctively, he buried his face in one of Peter's shoulders for moral support. His nose rubbed the sweaty skin, picking up the strong scent of masculinity from the priest's body. "Oh!" The youth cried again. Squirming, he noticed that his hard dick was sandwiched between his stomach and Peter's. As the penetration took place, the dick was stroked up and down by the friction.

            "Yeah, take my cock up your ass, Thomas. Feel how thick it is. Oh yes!" Peter gasped, maneuvering Thomas' body by taking hold of his waists.

            "Fuck!" the youth cursed, lightly biting Peter's shoulder. With his mouth on the priest's shoulder, his groans were somewhat muffled.

            "I'm plowing your sweet ass, Thomas. Jesus! I envy Jack. He gets to fuck your ass every day. Oh!" Peter babbled, talking nonsense.

            "Oh! Fuck! Ah!" The pain temporarily took away Thomas' ability to speak. He could only groans to distract himself from the burning pain. Mirroring from his last night's experience, he knew that it took several minutes before the pain was replaced by untold ecstasy. Thus, he told himself to brace himself for a moment. More tears flowed down from his cheeks, wetting Peter's shoulders as well. At one point, he wished he could escape Peter's dick.

            "Jesus Christ! Your ass feels so great," the priest whimpered, succumbing to the worldly pleasure. "I feel like I've died and flown into heaven. Oh! Sex feels so good!"

            The only lubrication came from Thomas' drool. Occasionally, Peter's dick produced a small quantity of precum. However, much lubrication was still needed in order to lessen the friction. At first, the penetration was done quite clumsily. Peter's shaft couldn�t slide in and out as easily as it should have. Yet, over time, more precum was spilled, accumulating inside Thomas' ass. The liquid then lubricated the fuck canal. To Thomas' desperation, it was a slow long process. Until, there was enough precum, he simply had to bear the pain.

            "Oh God! I'm fucking your ass. I'm sodomizing you. Yeah!"

            "Fuck my ass, Father Hutchins. Use me. Oh! Fuck me," the youth sniveled.

            For a while, both men were lost in the ecstasy of anal sex, until there was a loud noise coming from the living room. "Thomas, I'm home!" a man called out.

            "Oh shit! Jack's home!" Thomas gasped, his face turning pale. Fear was clearly taking over his handsome face.

            "Fuck!" Father Hutchins cursed, all of a sudden losing his control over profanities.

            "Baby, are you in there?" Jack hollered. The sounds of his footsteps grew louder as he approached the room where Peter was conducting his homosexual exorcism.

            "Shit! He's gonna catch us!" Thomas panted, not being able to do anything.

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