When I came back to school, Father Aries welcomed me with open arms. Literally. He said that he had missed me and was worried about me. He went right back to fucking me, and I tried to just let go and enjoy it. He even fucked me on the altar in the sanctuary and told me that, if we could do it with God watching, then we shouldn’t be ashamed of it. Then Father Scott came to my room one night and told me that I was a beautiful boy and he wanted to take me. He fucked me for a long time before he gave me his seed. Sex with the priests wasn’t just a naughty secret between me and Father Aries anymore. It was something more. When I went back to confession, I recognized Father Snow’s voice. My hole twitched, and I wanted to know what he would feel like inside me. I said that I had been having thoughts about other boys. He came around to my side. His cock was so big that I felt like I was being split open. It hurt more than my first time. His arms were around me, though. I could feel his hot breath on my neck. It’s becoming an instinct that I can’t fight. I don’t want to fight. I just melt into their arms and let them use me, filling me up with their hard, throbbing dicks. I’ve learned to become a receptacle for their desire, the chalice to hold their sacred seed for our Lord.
