Father Barton

Subject: FW: Father Barton

    Father Barton hated masturbating the dogs. It was demeaning for the

young priest to have to put his hands on the dirty canine pricks and balls

and rub them until the dogs unloaded copious amounts of doggie sperm into

the glass jar. But how else could he collect his special "protein elixir"

for the boys.  He couldn't very well ask one of the other priests to do it.

They already wondered why the orphanage had eight big black dogs. Father

Barton told the other priests it was for the boys to have company. Boys loved

pets. He never of course mentioned that those same dogs fucked some of the

little boys in the ass several times a week.

    Not all the boys were sexually abused. Oh no. Only the most beautiful

and the ones who seemed the most submissive. Father Barton had to be

careful. He had to play his cards just right in order to keep the orphanage

running just as he liked it. Just a few boys that he could torture and abuse

to his heart's content. Boys who were too scared or shy or weak to ever tell

anyone.

   Father Barton carried his jar of dog cum and a large spoon into the boy's

dorm.  There were five rooms with ten beds in each room. The other priests

suggested that the boys be segregated according to age, so that the younger

ones would not be corrupted by the older boys, but Father Barton insisted on

mixing them up. He wanted the younger boys corrupted in every way. He wanted

The youngest orphan boys to be able to stare at the thick

hanging dicks of the seventeen year olds. He knew some of the older boys

raped the younger ones in the mouth and ass, and he just never seemed to

catch any of them!  Well, he did catch them on his hidden video cameras. But

he never stopped any of the abuse. After all, the older boys would soon be

leaving, and they needed some experience with their big fucking cocks,

didn't they? They had never had girls...or dated girls...or even talked to

girls.At the Friday night movies, Father Barton made sure to always show

films with lots of teenage flesh on display so that the older boys really

needed to shoot a load of teen fuck. After a good Teenage comedy  with

some semi-naked flesh, several thirteen year old orphans were certain to

get their mouths and asses opened by the older boys. Father Barton

especially liked it when four or five of the older boys ganged up on one

little one. Sometimes he'd move the other boys out of the dorm..giving them

a camping experience, or a special night in an extra room where there were

video games...and leave one innocent young teen with five or six seventeen

year olds. He would later watch the video he made and masturbate his big fat

priest dick as he enjoyed the mouth and ass rape of poor kid.

   Whenever a little boy would complain to him, he would call the boy a

lying baby, and he would punish the boy by taking a belt or a birch rod to

the kid's sweet pale round little ass cheeks. He would beat the little ass

until it was black, and the boy was hysterical with pain, promising never to

lie again. Was it any wonder that as the boys at the orphanage got older,

they couldn't wait for their turn to abuse other boys?

    Each night the youngest boys lined up and Father

Barton went down the line giving each a spoonful of his special

vitamin elixir. Father Barton never wore anything under his cassock. He was

stark naked except for shoes and socks. So his huge fat leaking dick would

rub against the rough material of the cassock and leak all over his nuts

and drip down his thighs. He loved to see the little ones dutifully swallow

the spoonful of dog cum. One or two special boys who were so cute Father

Barton almost came just looking at them, got two spoonfuls.

   "That's my good little darling. Swallow it down. Now lick your lips. That

a boy..it will make you big and strong."

    The young boys stood to take their medicine dressed in only their tiny

white underpants. Father Barton allowed his eyes to raped the pale tiny

bodies..the smooth skin..the just forming teen nipples.

   On this particular night however, he hurried through his chores. After

giving out the medicine. He opened a laundry bag, and with a snap of his

fingers, all the little boys removed their underpants. Now they stood bare

assed naked, their sweet round pale asses on display, and in front, their

peanut sized just starting to grow  pricklets. Such pretty little pricklets.

The boys put their dirty underpants in the laundry bag and stood at

attention, so Father Barton could see their naked little bodies. One naked

Thirteen  year old with a darling ball sack caught his eye, and he reminded himself to turn the

little shit over to some of the rougher seventeen year olds. Father Barton

had a group of four older boys who pretty much did whatever he wanted...they

had been trained to think like him, and now had similar interests. In fact,

he had decided to keep them on once they grew too old to be in the

orphanage. He would hire them as grounds keepers, and maintenance men.

Father Baton couldn't wait to see the cute young thirteen year old with the smooth hairless nutsack fucked by the

dogs. But on this particular night, Father Barton hurried back to his

private quarters. He had an appointment with a beautiful fourteen year old.

    Tyler was waiting for him outside the entrance to his rooms. Tyler was

fair haired and fair of form. He was a good boy who tried to stay out of

trouble.

   Father Barton signaled the boy into his chambers.

    "Well Tyler, you know why you are here?"

    "Yes Sir!"  the young boy gulped. He was clearly terrified.

     He chewed at his pretty lower lip and scraped one shoe on the floor.

    "Why are you here?"

     "I have prick hair."  The boy gulped as he said it. It was so

embarrassing.

     "You have prick hair. And you know we don't allow boys under sixteen to

have prick hair. You younger boys don't know to properly maintain it and its

dirty and filled with germs. You are not allowed any prick or ball hair. And

you disobey me? I hear you were even bragging to some of the boys that you

were proud of your prick hair. That it meant you were growing up..a man!"

   Tears formed in the eyes of the little fourteen year old.

    "Do you know how fucking sinful that is? Do you think Jesus likes you

talking about your prick hair and bragging about how your dick is

growing. Why do care if your dick grows?  Are you thinking sinful thoughts

about fucking girls?"

   The boy was crying pretty hard now. "No, Sir!"  he managed between sobs.

     "You should be attending to your studies and praying for salvation to

the Lord Jesus Christ, and you are thinking about your dirty little dick!"

He slapped the boy hard. "I'll bet you think about dick all the time. Do you

think about the dicks of the older boys too?"

   The scared little kid shook his head. Tears flew off his sweet pink

cheeks.

    "Do you think about the big fat dicks of the priests?"

    "Honest, Sir. I don't."  It was true, he didn't. He was a good boy.

    "Do you think about the huge fucking dick of our Lord Jesus Christ under

his loin cloth as he hangs on the cross? Do you think about the big fat dick

of Jesus, and do you play with your dirty little dick while you do?"

    The boy was so terrified, he fell to his knees. He put his hands

together like he was praying. "Please, Sir!"

  Father Barton took the soft young face in one hand and held it firmly.

   "Do you think about the big fat cocks on the twelve disciples?  Big fat

cocks and balls under their robes. Do you think about the disciples kissing

Jesus and their fat dicks getting all hard and leaking?"

   He pushed the boy onto the floor.  "Strip off your clothing and go into

the bathroom and shave off that offensive prick hair. And make sure there is

no hair forming on your ball sack or asshole."

    The boy stumbled to his feet. He started to move toward the priest's

private bathroom.

     "Strip off your fucking clothing here, in front of me!"  The priest

snapped his fingers.

   The young orphan boy undressed. First he took off his high tops. Then his

shirt, then his pants. Now he stood in underpants and socks.

    "What a perfect cunt this boy will make," Father Barton thought to

himself. "I have been lusting after this little ass for some time, just

waiting for him to fuck up."

   The boy peeled off his socks, revealing his rather large feet. He was

still growing. He stood there with his arms crossed across his slender

chest, dressed in only his little white underpants. So fucking fuckable.

   "Well, you can't shave your prick hair wearing underpants."

    The boy peeled down his underpants and kicked them away, standing up

bare naked...as he was born...as he was meant to be. There were only a few

prick hairs above his developing dick and balls, but the boy was obviously

into puberty.

    "That is the most disgusting sight I have ever seen. You are supposed to

be pure...and alter boy for the Lord. And you offend Christ with cock hair.

Get in that bathroom and shave."

    Father Barton took lots of photos of Tyler as he shaved. Father Barton

had thousands of photos of his boys. He masturbated his fat leaking dick as

he watched the boy lift his small prick and swipe the razor over the tiny nut

sack.

   After the boy was clean, Father Barton inspected him. He held the boys

scrotum and felt for stubble. He rubbed his fingers over the pubic mound and

around the asshole. The boy trembled when he did this.

   "Are you having sexual thoughts, boy? Sexual thoughts in front of an

emissary of the Lord God?"  He worked one finger up into the boys asshole,

through the very tight tiny pucker. The little boy rose up on his toes.

   'Ah..no...no Sir. It's just that..."

   The priest grabbed the boys tiny dick and started to frig it.

    "Is this dirty fucking little boy dick getting hard? Are you thinking

sinful thoughts about me?"

    The poor fourteen year old didn't know what to do. His dick got hard so

often lately. He tried to pray more. He tried to keep it soft, but it just

boned up all the time. It probably had something to do with the two viagra a

day that Father Barton was feeding the boy.

    "You dirty little fucking sinner. You need to be punished. You need to

be punished for offending Jesus...don't you?"  The priest stood back looking

at the boy's hard little dick. Beneath it hung the boys newly dropped

testicles, so pretty in their pink little sack.

    "Yes, Sir, I need to be punished. I am sorry I offended Jesus."  Tyler

knew what to say. All the boys knew they had to always agree with Father

Barton.

   "All right then, We are going to punish you to cleanse you. To purify

you. To drive the evil sinful thoughts out of your fucking teenage

slut body. Lay down on that coffee table. On your back. Now lift your legs

to your chest. Now grab your legs behind the knees. Now spread  your legs as

wide apart as you can."  Holy Fuck the boy was gorgeous like that..his prick

and balls and tiny asshole on full display. The boy curled his pretty little

 toes in fear.

    "What I am going to do, Tyler is beat your balls with a belt. I am going

to beat your newly dropped nuts to teach you that you must drive evil

thoughts out of your head. You must take care that you grow no more ugly

prick or ball hair. You must not touch your dick for sinful purposes. Now to

protect you, I am going to tape your hard little cock to your tummy out of

the way of your nuts. That way the belt won't hurt your cock. I am going to

beat your little balls ten times hard with the belt. If you cry out or close

your legs, we will go back to one and start again. Do you understand?"

  The priest's prick was leaking copiously beneath his robe. He loved the

look of stark terror on the boy's face. He wondered how the boy would react

later, after the beating when the priest shoved the crucifix up his tiny

asshole?

    "In the name of Jesus, I wipe out Sin!" he growled, bringing the belt

down hard against the little boy's fleshy sex sack.

  This was going to be a fun night!

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