Wicked Monks E-Book

Pierre d&apos, Amour

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

The sun was shining warm onto our bare backs and our dicks were swinging free in the breeze with every step we took closer to making love again - in the cool pond under the little waterfall, on the hot boulders around it or on the old squeaking bed in his father's hut! I think, that this was the happiest time of my life, and when I'm looking back at those times now at my old age, I still cant avoid to smile: we were surely the funniest couple that has ever been: the big hairy bear and me: the naked pink cub . . .

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Pierre d'Amour

Wicked Monks

If sin was indeed an invention of the Devil it was a very clever one!

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Wicked Monks

Wicked Monks

by Pierre d'Amour

BookRix Edition 2017

Copyright by Amé

Pierre d'Amour:

WICKED MONKS

If sin was indeed an invention of

the Devil it was a very clever one!

Cover illustration from Photoshop

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1 - Father Damian

Father Damian

»I know you since you were a small boy, little Pierre!«, Father Damian said to me, »and you were a very pretty one! I've seen you running naked around the farm and was always delighted by your natural beauty and your innocent soul - I have been praying for years that you would find your way to God one day, and bless the Lord: finally you're here!« Of course he wasn't really interested in my innocent soul: his big bulging eyes were glued to the crotch of my tight shorts, where the actual beauty was hidden of which he was speaking! From my wise brother Paul I had learned early on, that all the monks were gay and the nuns were all lesbians, but I had never given this sexual aberration too much thought as I had been occupied by the quite naive opinion, that all the servants of the holy church were saints and therefor unable to sin! I had never imagined then, how mislead I had been in my innocent youth by the men of the cloth!

During the intense bible studies at school we young boys were told by Brother Jacques, that masturbation was a sin punished by God with blindness, that touching another boy was a crime against nature and that only the slightest thought about it had to be confessed the next Sunday morning to the old priest in the chapel! This was the ultimate threat: Father Damian was well known of his ability to swing his holy cane at the naked buttocks of confessing boys, so none of us would ever utter a single word to him of our juvenile sexual explorations. Of course we were all eager to find out about the forbidden things in life, and to hear the older boys brag about their experiences with anal sex made our little dickels swell in our shorts, but none of us was that stupid to risk a burning bum for a silly confession - and as Paul had explained to me before: those gay brothers were just waiting for a chance to undress you and to touch you, to jerk you off and to fuck you up the ass without any fear of being punished for it by their holy Lord!

»If your willing to join our order of Saint Quentin, little Pierre,« Father Damian went along, »I beg you to take off all your clothes to undergo the spiritual cleansing before you receive your blessed habit!« Since the marauding Spanish soldiers had ravaged the whole valley, had killed my parents and had taken my brother I was an orphan, and when they had burned down our farm house I had barely survived the attack by hiding myself in the stinking sewage pit behind the barn. That Father Damian had decided to take me on as a novice in his monastery was a very generous offer, but I was sure, that it didn't come only from benevolence: he'd had his bulging wet eyes on me since I had met him first! The simple fact, that I had nowhere else to go made me pliant to his demands, and so I took my smelly clothes off in the hope for change to the better: a clean brown monk habit and a regular feed wasn't too bad an option, at least for a while! To spend my life as a monk was surely not my intention, but I needed time to think!

I was ashamed to show myself in my dirty underpants to a holy man of the cloth, but Father Damian didn't seem to mind, he was pleased with my obedience, and of course he wanted to see me naked! This was even more awkward for me because I still hadn't grown any pubic hair in my groin and my crotch was looking as smooth as a baby's bum - the worst thing but was, that I got aroused by my shame and inhibition and my dickel was getting stiff! »Oh this is a pretty thing, Pierre!«, Father Damian expressed with religious awe by examining my dickel with his fat fingers, »and it is so much bigger than I can remember it - do you ever touch it yourself when you're alone?« Of course he would have liked a sincere confession, but I couldn't possibly tell him how many times I had been masturbating up in the hayloft by thumbing through my brother's sleazy porn magazine with the naked lesbian nuns inside: »Oh no, dear Father, only when I needed a wash or had to pee, otherwise it would have surely been a sin, isn't that right!«

Father Damian was impressed by honesty but he didn't seem to believe me: »You're a little liar, Pierre, and that is certainly a sin, which should be punished! All young boys masturbate, and you're surely not an exemption!« By now he had my dickel hard and standing straight, the foreskin had shrunk back and the pink plum was shining with a sinful gloss - the Father was absolutely proud of his handiwork and said to me: »You are reacting perfectly to being touched, my son, as if you where used to it: who had been touching you before?« Once again I better said nothing about the naughty games Paul had played with me in the barn, how much he had loved to pull my dickel to make him squirt, but to say something at least I was answering the tricky question: »Oh, dear Father, if somebody would had done so, we both would surely end in hell!« The priest didn't seem to feel uncomfortable about that bold statement: the servants of the Lord were seemingly exempt from obeying his commandments, as Paul had explained to me before!

Father Damian was just laughing, as if I had made a good joke, he was squeezing my balls and pulling my dickel, he wanted to see him squirt - I had never seen masturbation as a sin: if God wouldn't like us to play with our genitals he wouldn't have made it so much fun! And as it was looking right now, it was even fun for a priest: his eyes grew even bigger when my hips began to jerk and my breath came faster, and it was actually him who grunted when my sperm was flying! »You're a very naughty boy, little Pierre!«, he sighed as he was licking his fingers clean, »and you could surely do with a bit of correction!« And so I ended up over his knees, of course my dear father had spanked me for being a naughty boy before, but surely not for getting some pleasure out of it like the wicked priest, who was greatly enjoying himself now to fumble my buttocks and to tickle my ass! I was admitting to the Father, that I had been punished before at home, but I was denying, that I ever had anal intercourse, which was nothing else than the truth!

»Okay, Pierre!«, the Father finally said to me after he had gone tired of playing with my ass, he gave me a formal spanking and a stern warning: »You're an extremely beautiful young boy and you'll be a constant temptation for my brothers here in Saint Quentin, not that we won't like a bit of a tease in this old walls, but we all obey the commandment of confession and we all take our punishments with pride to please the Lord and ask him for forgiveness!« He pushed me off his knees and rang the golden bell on his desk, a monk appeared instantly in the study and he smiled at me as wide as a frog, seeing me standing stark naked on the rugged carpet. »Brother Jerome«, Father Damian addressed him, »give this dirty boy a good scrub in the tub, take his stinking clothes with you and burn them! Pierre will be our novice and we will initiate him into our brotherhood after supper!« Brother Jerome was bowing deep and then hurried up to collect my clothes and to take me away to do as he was told: Father Damian was a person of respect!