By Pixote
Copyright 2023 by Pixote all rights reserved
* * * * *“The Public Confessional”
Mykel reached over, striking the
alarm clock to shut it off. It was Sunday morning. He should be
sleeping in. Unfortunately, his Mom insisted that he and his brothers
attend church services with her today.
Sleeping naked face
down under a sheet in case his Mom checked on him during the night, he
reached back with both hands to rub his bum. Giving both cheeks a
squeeze and a spank, he chuckled as he recalled what had occurred last
Friday.
His Mom was called to the Principal’s office. Mykel
had been caught fighting a boy named Ricky behind the school’s
fieldhouse. When asked why they were fighting, Mykel and Ricky refused
to explain. It would have been too embarrassing to confess the reason.
Truth be told: Mykel had found himself smitten by Ricky. Having just
recently arrived from Dublin, Mykel was fascinated by Ricky’s Irish
accent. Then again, he was quite a lovely sight in the showers after
swim team practices.
Unfortunately, his teammates noticed
Mykel paying too much attention to Ricky’s naked bits and bum on Friday
as they showered while standing beside each other. Then, when everyone
saw Mykel and Ricky were both sporting erections, they began teasing
them relentlessly about being gay.
For Mykel, it wasn’t as
troublesome. His teammates already knew he was gay. He had been caught
by several boys giving the team captain a blow job during practice
several weeks ago. When seen on your knees with a guy's cock in your
mouth, your hands clutching his ass as he fucks your face, there’s no
denying it. You’re gay.
The coach made sure everyone kept it
‘in-house.’ However, it would’ve been too embarrassing to admit to his
Mom and the principal that he’s gay and was caught perving Ricky in the
showers.
For Ricky, it was a slightly different story. He was
gay, but no one knew it. So when his teammates accused him of being
gay, he took a defensive stance despite secretly finding Mykel smoking
hot. He had to deflect the truth. Ricky felt he needed to hide in the
closet of secrecy and denial that so many gay boys seek refuge in to
avoid possible public rejection.
This resulted in a shoving
match, with Ricky pushing Mykel to the ground behind the fieldhouse in
front of his teammates. With Mykel on his back, Ricky sat on his groin
and readied himself to throw a punch. Ricky immediately realized he was
sitting on Mykel’s boner. The image of Mykel’s stiff cock caused him to
hesitate, allowing the coach time to separate the boys before damage
was done and send them to the principal’s office. Ricky was actually
relieved to be caught in time. He didn’t want to hurt Mykel.
His Mom lectured him on the long drive home. Mykel had always been
taught there was no acceptable excuse to solve disagreements with acts
of violence. Mykel tried to explain that he didn’t hit Ricky. It didn’t
matter to her. He was caught fighting, period. Worse yet, Ricky was the
adopted son of Father Murphy, who had just transferred to their parish.
Mykel was sent to his room to prepare himself for his spanking. Minutes
later, Mykel’s Mom joined him, sitting on his bed, demanding he lay
across her lap for a spanking. The door to his room was left open.
Mykel’s younger brothers came in to watch him being spanked. A spanking
using her bare hand on his bum covered with his boxers and denim jeans.
Mykel’s brothers had to hide their amusement while watching
his brilliant performance. Pleading with their Mom to stop. Promising
he would be good. Kicking his legs, crying out in pain. Grabbing his
bum and dancing around the room after being allowed to stand.
Then, after their Mom left the room and the door was closed, they
laughed, agreeing that their Mom hits like a little girl. They prayed
she never learned how their friends were spanked on the bare, quite
often with a wooden spoon or paddle.
*****
Mykel
kicked off his bedsheet and flipped over on his back. Having just
celebrated his thirteenth birthday, he was excited about the changes he
noticed happening to his body.
Six months ago, it was
embarrassing. Mykel’s eleven-year-old twin brothers, John and Shaun,
teased him because they had longer cocks. Now the twins were envious of
Mykel’s four-inch circumcised boner.
Mykel reached down to
run the fingers of his right hand through his sparse growth of pubic
hair. It would be another six months before he could claim to have a
full growth of pubes, but at least he was no longer bald like his
brothers. With his left hand, he toyed with his balls, now hanging in a
loose hairless sack. He loved tickling his balls.
Mykel began
using three fingers and the thumb of his right hand to stroke his boner
while playing with his balls. It felt amazing, but then….
“BANG! ….. pause ….. Knock Knock ….. pause ..… BANG! ..… pause ..… Knock Knock.”
Mykel grinned. His brothers used that secret code when they wanted permission to enter his room.
“Hurry up! Be sure to close the door!”
John and Shaun giggled as they charged into the room, naked except for
their tighty-whities. The twins ran over to stand next to Mykel’s bed.
That’s when they dropped their briefs to the floor, stepping out of
them while exposing their three-inch boners.
Mykel smiled
when he saw John’s butt. The twins were identical except for a
birthmark on John’s left cheek that looked like a ‘kissing lips’
tattoo. He knew John got teased a lot by his friends.
As Mykel
resumed jerking off, he was surprised to see the twins reaching over to
stroke each other’s cock. He knew they jerked each other off in their
bedroom, but this was the first time they did it during one of the
brothers' group jerk-off sessions.
As usual, it didn’t take
long for the twins to finish. Mykel saw John, then Shaun, rise up on
their toes, pushing their hips and cocks forward as they enjoyed a dry
cum. Both boys were disappointed they didn’t squirt, but they knew
Mykel didn’t shoot anything out of his cock until after turning twelve.
Remaining naked, they watched big brother stroke his boner.
Mykel moaned as John ran his fingertips around Mykel’s innie while
Shaun tickled his inner thigh, the back of his hand rubbing his
scrotum. His brothers knew this would excite Mykel.
Mykel
could feel his balls pull up in their sack within a minute after his
brothers began teasing his body. Pushing his butt off the bed, he cried
out that he was cumming. John and Shaun loved watching their big
brother cum.
Knock! Knock! “Mykel, are you awake?”
The three boys jumped. Mykel covered himself with his sheet. John and
Shaun pulled on their briefs. John sat at Mykel’s desk. Shaun stood
beside him. The three boys nodded at each other.
Mykel answered, “Yes! I’m awake.”
“Is it okay for me to come in?”
“Yes!”
Erin Doyle entered the room, grinning when she saw the twins. “I was
wondering where you two went off to! I should have known you were in
here with Mykel.”
The boys noticed their Mom sniffing the air.
Could she know what they had been doing? In defense, all three boys
quickly asked, speaking over each other, “Is breakfast ready?”
Laughing at her boys, Erin replied, “Yes. Chocolate chip pancakes and
sausage links are ready when you are, but you had best be quick. I
expect you to be washed up and dressed for Church at nine sharp.
Services start at half past nine, and we will not be late.”
“Aw, Mom! Do we have to attend Church today? Can’t we stay home while you go? I’ll watch over John and Shaun.”
(Mykel and the twins couldn’t stand the new Priest, Father Murphy. His
sermons were way too long and very dull. Besides, unlike Father
Murphy’s son, Ricky, his Irish brogue was so thick, having just
transferred to the parish from Dublin, the boys had difficulty
understanding him.)
“Yes, Father Murphy will be giving a
sermon today on the values of corporal punishment in raising a child.
He actually called me. We had quite an interesting and lengthy
conversation. In conclusion, we agreed that I must attend the service
today and bring the three of you.”
Erin then questioned the boys. “Do you have anything to tell me about the last service we attended? Last Sunday’s service?”
Mykel, John, and Shaun were now very uneasy. This did not sound good.
They each shrugged their shoulders, not sure how to respond.
(Last week, when Mykel attended services, he sat in the last pew with
his brothers while their Mom sat in the front of the nave. With no one
around them, the boys pulled out their cocks and jerked off during the
service. Mykel’s cum ran down the back of the pew that hid them from
view.
Unfortunately, an altar boy saw them as he walked past
the pew to open the back doors to the nave as the service ended. He
must have reported them to Father Murphy because he gave them the evil
eye and a swat on their butts as they exited the Church.)
“I
ask because Father Murphy has requested that you sit beside me during
the services. He no longer wants you sitting unattended in the back of
the nave. Can you explain this?”
The boys claimed ignorance of the reasons for such an unusual request.
Erin smiled. The boys were in for a surprise. They had no time to
spare, so she reminded the boys to eat breakfast, shower quickly, and
get dressed.
*****
As usual, it was a very long
sermon. It was apparent to everyone that Father Murphy was very
passionate about the proper discipline of the wayward child. The
parishioners lost count of the biblical examples Father Murphy quoted
that supported corporal punishment.
“Do not withhold
discipline from a child; if you strike him with a rod, he will not die.
If you strike him with the rod, you will save his soul from Sheol.”
“Whoever spares the rod hates his son, but he who loves him is diligent to discipline him.”
“The rod and reproof give wisdom, but a child left to himself brings shame to his mother.”
There were so many references made during the sermon he had printouts passed out detailing them for everyone in attendance.
Upon the sermon's completion, Father Murphy made an announcement.
“From this day forward, I will hold a public confessional after my
Sunday sermons. This is a service I provided for the parish I served in
Dublin before transferring here. It proved to be of invaluable
assistance for parents of children attending primary and secondary
schools.”
“Children participating in the public confessional
will be required to stand up here next to me at the pulpit. I’ll then
ask them to publicly confess their sins. Once they have confessed,
they’ll be punished.”
“Now, this confessional is used to
punish children in public, in front of the congregation. I must warn
you that I don’t spare the rod. Nor do I find it necessary to be
concerned about a child’s modesty.”
“Any parent wishing to
have their child undergo a public confessional should contact me in
advance. I suspect from my previous experience that there will be a
high demand for this service.”
“Ms. Doyle, have you decided if your boys will participate in our first public confessional?”
After asking Father Murphy for a minute, she whispered to her sons.
"Boys, I had a long conversation with the good Father yesterday. He
informed me that you disrespected the Church. Did you boys play with
your penises during Father Murphy’s sermon last week?”
Erin noticed that all three boys were teary-eyed and blushing. That, in her mind, confirmed what she had been told.
“Father Murphy also told me he learned that you have been mocking me.
That you find my spankings amusing. I can assure you that will no
longer be the case. Changes will be made starting right now!”
“Ms. Doyle, the congregation is waiting.” Father Murphy asked again, “Will your boys confess their sins publicly?”
“Yes. Mykel, John, and Shaun will join you.” Turning to her boys, “Off
you go. Stand up there in front of the congregation and obey Father
Murphy.”
Mykel and the twins never recalled being so
embarrassed as they were when they went to join Father Murphy. They’d
soon find this was nothing compared to what was about to take place.
Father Murphy then decided to prove to his congregation that his
adopted son was not given an exemption. Looking at his son, “Ricky, I
want you to come up and stand next to these boys.”
Ricky
looked pale. His Dad had told him this morning he’d be asked to make a
public confession. From his experience back home in Dublin, he knew
what was about to happen. “Dad. Please, No. Don’t do this. Not here in
front of everyone.”
“Declan Richard Murphy, do as I say. Come up here and prepare yourself to give your public confession.”
As Ricky assumed his position beside his Dad, Father Murphy, it was
obvious to everyone that he was nervous about what was about to happen.
Mykel was surprised. It was unlike Ricky to show a sense of fear. Then
Mykel had to grin. Ricky’s first name was actually Declan?
Father Murphy looked over at the four boys.
His son Ricky was by far the tallest of the lot by more than two
inches, despite being the same age as Mykel. He was a sturdy lad with
curly red hair and dark brown eyes. Then add a smattering of freckles
across his nose. Ricky’s pale skin tone, typical of redheads, was now a
bright pink from his blushing.
Then there were the Doyle lads.
Mykel was two years older than the eleven-year-old twins. Despite the
age difference, they could have easily been mistaken for triplets until
Mykel hit puberty recently and experienced a growth spurt.
Mykel, John, and Shaun were all well-toned from participating in school
sports programs. They were exceptional participants in gymnastics and
swimming. Their most distinguishing feature was the rare combination of
jet-black hair and sky-blue eyes.
Father Murphy couldn’t help
but chuckle when he noticed a significant similarity among all four
boys. Each had a tenting in the front of their dress slacks, indicating
they had erections.
“Mykel, We’ll start with you. Please give us your confession.” Father Murphy noticed Mykel was confused about what to say.
“You can start with your transgression that resulted in your mother and me being summoned to your school last Friday.”
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I got in trouble for fighting at
school. I also got an additional week of detention when I refused to
explain why I was fighting your son, Ricky.”
“Mykel, John, and
Shaun. I understand from my conversation with one of my altar boys that
you also disrespected the church during one of my sermons. Please
confess this sin.”
When the boys struggled to speak, not
wanting to answer in front of everyone. Father Murphy added, “Mykel, as
the oldest, I expect you to show maturity and obey my instructions.
Please make your confession.”
“Bless us, Father, for my
brothers and I have sinned. During one of your sermons, we got bored
and didn’t listen to what you were saying.”
“Mykel, where were you and your brothers sitting?”
“We were sitting in the last pew. The one way in the back.”
“Mykel, please tell everyone what you were doing during my sermon.”
“Do I have to tell you in front of everyone?”
“Yes, Mykel. That is why this is referred to as a public confessional.
Please tell everyone what you and the twins were doing during my
sermon.”
In a hushed, whisper-like voice, Mykel blushed as he responded, “We were fooling around with our, uh, you know….”
“Mykel, be more specific and speak up. No one can hear you.”
Mykel spoke a little louder, explaining, “We were playing with our penises.”
Father Murphy wasn’t satisfied. “LOUDER!”
Frustrated and embarrassed, Mykel shouted, “WE WERE JERKING OFF!”
Father Murphy grinned when he watched the response to the confession.
It was what he had expected. The women parishioners displayed disgust
that the boys would masturbate in the house of God. The men tried to
hide their amusement from their wives. The children openly laughed,
finding the confession hilarious and, for some, sexually arousing.
“Ricky, you’re next. Please be sure to tell the truth. You will receive
additional punishment if you lie or evade answering a question.” Father
Murphy then added, “Please give us your confession.”
Ricky
voice wavered as he began. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. I was
given a week of detention for fighting at school. I also got in trouble
when I refused to answer when asked why I was fighting Mykel.”
“Ricky, is there anything else you’d like to confess?” Father Murphy
wasn’t surprised that Ricky didn’t respond. “I’m referring to what you
and my altar boy, Pedro, did in the church vestry this morning.”
Ricky looked over at Pedro, who was as shocked as he was. How did his
Dad know? Then it dawned on him. He had forgotten about the security
cameras that were recently installed after the church had been
vandalized.
Father Murphy could see Ricky was about to cry. He
whispered in his ear to ensure no one else would hear. “Son, I already
knew you were gay.”
Whispering, “But, how did you k….”
Whispering, “I’ll explain later. Just know it doesn’t matter. I love
you. I always will. Now I need you to make your confession.”
Turning back to the congregation. “Sorry for the interruption.” Father
Murphy then turned to Pedro, his altar boy, “Please stand beside Ricky
as he confesses.”
Ricky paused to wait for Pedro to join him,
then began. “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. This morning Pedro
and I masturbated in the vestry.”
“Pedo, What do you have to say?”
Pedo gasped. He didn’t expect to be asked to contribute to the
confession. He was sure Father Murphy knew everything they did. He
prayed he’d accept his answer: “As Ricky said, we jerked off.”
Father Murphy smiled. He wouldn’t force the two boys to admit what
happened after they jerked each other off. Ricky had got down on his
knees to clean Pedro’s cock by licking and sucking his cock. He didn’t
want to say anything that might indicate they were gay. They both had
classmates and family witnessing their confessional.
*****
Father Murphy addressed the boys first. “In a few minutes, I’ll direct
you in the removal of your clothes. When finished, you will be naked in
front of God, your family, and the congregation. You will then be
punished for your confessed sins. Any hesitation in following my
instructions will result in a much more intensive punishment. Do you
understand?”
All three boys nodded. They realized they had no choice but to comply.
Turning to the congregation, Father Murphy announced, “If any parent
has reservations about their young children witnessing this punishment,
I’ll give you a few minutes to leave.”
In the center of the
nave, a parishioner, Mrs. Turner, stood to ask a question. “Father, you
know my three girls. Amy, Beth, and Carla are ten, eleven, and thirteen
years of age. All three girls have recently taken an interest in boys.
They’ve been asking many questions about boys’ bodies that I found
difficult to answer without a physical reference. Would you mind if
they sat up front for a better view?”
“That will be fine. In
fact, the girls can assist my daughter, Caitlin, in collecting the
boys' clothes as they remove each item.”
Within minutes, Mrs.
Turner’s daughters joined Caitlin, each kneeling before the five boys.
Father Murphy was pleased to see no parishioners left despite many
children of all ages attending.
Father Murphy directed the
boys to remove their clothing, one item at a time, making it as
humiliating as possible. Each time an item was taken off, the girl
assigned to him would fold it, placing it in a neat pile.
“Boys, please remove your shoes and socks.”
Everyone laughed when both twins lost their balance while removing
their footwear. After landing on their bottoms, they quickly became
barefoot before scampering to stand beside Mykel.
“Now remove your ties and belts.”
Father Murphy noticed Pedro hesitating since he was wearing the robe of
an altar boy. “Pedro, you will need to remove your robe to continue.”
When Pedro hesitated, he repeated, “REMOVE THE ROBE!”
There
was a mixed response, mostly laughter, as Pedro removed his robe.
Everyone now realized his secret. He had performed as an altar boy
while naked under the robe except for shoes and socks.
Father
Murphy grinned. Pedro was a lovely boy. Having just turned thirteen, he
was just a bit shorter than Ricky. His inherited tanned skin tone was a
beautiful golden brown. His black curly hair, long enough to cover his
ears, was the only hair visible on his body. His uncut boner was not
quite four inches, shorter than Mykel’s but a tiny bit longer than the
twins.
“Pedro. You’re not allowed to cover up. Put your hands
behind your neck and interlace your fingers. You can stand there at
attention while the others undress.”
Father Murphy continued. “The four of you will now remove your shirts.”
As the boys removed their shirts, the boys had different reactions. The
twins found it unexpectedly exciting. Ricky was just the opposite. He
wished he could vanish in a puff of smoke.
However, Mykel had
mixed emotions. He noticed his nipples became hard. His balls tingled.
His boner seemed about to explode. Yet as sexually excited as he
became, he was also tremendously embarrassed.
“Okay. Now I expect no hesitation. The four of you will remove your pants and hand them to the girls.”
Mykel and Ricky slowly undid the waistbands of their pants, pulled down
their zippers, and dropped them to the floor. Stepping out of them,
they stood very humiliated in only their boxers as the girls collected
their pants. Both had problems with erections that were close to
exposing themselves through the open fly of their underwear.
It was John and Shaun who once again stole the show. Quickly dropping
their pants, everyone laughed when they noticed the twins were now
totally naked.
“John and Shaun!” Father Murphy questioned, “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?”
The twins found this exciting and fun. Shaking their hips from side to
side, causing their boners to wave at Father Murphy, they answered: “We
like going commando. It feels good!”
Father Murphy looked down at their mother. “It appears that you have your hands full with these two lovely boys.”
Erin grinned, nodding, “AMEN!”
When he looked back at the twins, he didn’t have to warn them not to
cover up. They stood with hands clasped behind their necks, trying to
get their cocks to do a ‘helicopter’ by gyrating their hips.
Father Murphy and many watching the boys would have enjoyed watching
them continue. But alas, time to move on. “John and Shaun, stop playing
around and stand still.”
“Ricky and Mykel. Time to join John, Shaun, and Pedro. Drop the boxers!”
The moment that both older boys were dreading for different reasons.
Mykel pulled the waistband of his boxers out to clear his four-inch cut
boner. He could swear it was now so stiff that it was an inch longer.
Carla, the girl retrieving his clothes as he removed them, was in
several of his classes. When she went to collect his pants, her face
was so close that if he moved his hips an inch forward, his cock would
have touched her lips. This only increased his humiliation.
When Ricky dropped his boxers, there was a mixture of responses from
those watching. A lot of hushed whispering, some giggling, and even a
few expletives that were out of place in the church.
Everyone, including Father Murphy, had no idea Ricky was so well
endowed. His uncut boner was a surprising five and a half inches long
and had begun to thicken. His foreskin barely covered the cockhead.
Ricky also had a decent growth of red curly pubes starting to grow
above his cock. His walnut size balls hung low.
His
embarrassment was heightened because his twelve-year-old sister,
Caitlin, was collecting his clothes as he undressed. She had been
trying to spy on him when he took his shower. He even had to lock his
bedroom door whenever he wanted to jerk off, knowing she’d enter
without knocking.
Now she was gloating as she inspected her
brother’s naked body. He knew it was wrong for him to wish his Dad had
never adopted her. Ricky liked it better when it was just him and his
Dad.
“Boys, you heard what I told the twins. No covering up.
Clasp your hands behind your necks while you wait for your punishment
to begin.”
Father Murphy held up a custom-crafted paddle. The
reinforced handle was twelve inches long to give the user the leverage
needed for maximum power. The striking surface was comprised of clear
acrylic, six inches wide by ten inches long. Many holes were positioned
strategically on the contact area to increase the aerodynamics. This
also gave an excruciating bee-sting sensation across the targeted area
of the buttocks.
“This is the unique paddle I had made by a
parishioner back in Dublin for public confessionals. The man owned a
company specializing in custom plastic fabrication. I have an ample
supply of these paddles and will give them to anyone wanting one to use
to discipline their child.”
“Mykel, John, and Shaun. You
should know that I have already provided your mother with a paddle. She
has promised me for your punishments in the future, she will use it on
your bare bum after you strip naked.”
The boys looked to see
their Mom holding one of Father Murphy’s paddles. Mykel noticed she was
sporting somewhat of a wicked grin. Now he knew what she meant by
things were going to change.
“Alright, boys. Please turn
around with your backs toward the pews so everyone can see your lovely
buttocks as they are being paddled. You are then to stand with your
feet shoulder width.”
Father Murphy walked down the line of
boys who were standing shoulder to shoulder. As he passed each boy, he
slapped each boy's bottom. “My, we certainly have a fine-looking group
of boys before us.” Each boy jumped when they felt Father Murphy give a
spank to their bum, causing everyone to chuckle.
When he
arrived at the end of the line, he bent over to look closely at the
birthmark on John’s buttocks. “What do we have here? John. Did a young
lass wearing pink lipstick kiss your bum?”
Laughing, Mykel looked back at Father Murphy, “John has a birthma….”
“I know.” Father Murphy winked at Mykel as he playfully left his handprint to cover his birthmark.
“Mykel and Ricky. You both know that fighting is not the proper way to
settle your differences. Being this is the first time I have had to
punish you for fighting, I will only give each of you five strokes of
the paddle. Do you accept that as a fair punishment?”
Both boys replied, “Yes, Thank You, Father.”
“Now, John, Shaun, and Pedro. Remain standing as you are. Mykel and
Ricky, please keep your legs straight, bend over at the waist, and
place your hands on your knees. Do not stand back up until you are told
to do so.”
“Mykel, ready yourself!” He gave Mykel five of his best.
“WHACK! … WHACK! … WHACK! … WHACK! … WHACK!”
“Mykel, You may now stand while I attend to Ricky.”
Mykel, with tears flooding his eyes, immediately reached back to clutch
his reddened bum cheeks, only to discover they were too sore to touch.
He had never experienced a punishment on the bare.
He looked over at Erin, who nodded, understanding that she needed to spank more harshly and on the bare in the future.
Father Murphy allowed John and Shaun to comfort him as he shifted his attention to Ricky.
“Ricky, I will give you the same as I gave Mykel.”
“WHACK! … WHACK! … WHACK! … WHACK! … WHACK!”
Ricky was surprised at his Dad’s leniency. It was unlike him. Or maybe
he had become accustomed to a paddle on the bare. Once allowed to
stand, Ricky didn’t make the same mistake as Mykel. Instead, he again
assumed the position with his hands clasped behind his neck.
Father Murphy had the five boys line back up, facing the congregation,
with their hands clasped behind their necks. He wasn’t finished.
“We now need to address the issue of masturbation while attending
church services. Masturbation is not a sin. If you had used the men’s
lavatory, further discipline would not have been needed. However, to do
so in the vestry before services or in the nave during my sermon is
disrespectful.”
“I firmly believe in using public humiliation
to deter repeated inappropriate behavior. I also prefer the
embarrassing punishment to be appropriate for the unique situation.”
“I have decided for your punishment, the five of you will be allowed to
choose between two options. One will involve your school, the other
your church.”
“It so happens that we have Mr. Walden, the
Middle School’s sex education instructor, in attendance. He told me he
desperately needs nude models for his classes. He would appreciate your
help with his sixth, seventh, and eighth-grade classes. It seems no
students want to volunteer.”
“Mr. Walden wants to use nude
models for his anatomy lessons. If you agree to help him, he will also
require you to perform demonstrations. In other words, in front of
students in three different classes, you must demonstrate how a young
male pleasures himself. This would, of course, include masturbation.”
“If I’m not mistaken, Ricky, Mykel, and Pedro, all three of you attend
the eighth grade, and the twins are in the sixth grade. That would mean
you will perform your demos in front of all your classmates.”
“So that would be the first option.”
“The second option would take place here, in the church. You’ll be
required to masturbate before the congregation until you have an
orgasm. None of you will stop masturbating until everyone is finished.
To put it in terms you might understand better, you will jerk off until
everyone cums.”
“You have one minute to decide what you want to do.”
*****
Multiple appearances in front of three different classes, including one
with their classmates? Mykel, Ricky, and Pedro did not want to accept
that option. They’d prefer to get it over with now, in the church. They
were already naked.
John and Shaun didn’t care. They just
wanted to jerk off. It didn't matter to them where. In school, church,
or anywhere else was fine by them. They were enjoying themselves.
The twins decided to reach over and stroke each other. They knew they
could achieve dry cums faster that way. They would have preferred to
lay on the floor in a sixty-nine position to do this but had no choice
but to stand.
They’d switch positions to use the opposite
hand whenever their arms tired. It only took them three minutes to
reach their first cum, five minutes for their second, and ten for their
third before Mykel and Ricky finished.
Mykel, Ricky, and Pedro
stood shoulder to shoulder as they stroked themselves. They would’ve
enjoyed a circle jerk, helping each other by reaching over like the
twins. Still, it wasn’t going to happen in front of the congregation.
Mykel was still finding himself feeling humiliated but also sexually
excited. As a result, he was the first of the eighth-graders to reach
his orgasm. Mykel cried out in pleasure, announcing to everyone that he
was cumming. Mykel arched his back, pushing his hips forward, as his
cock erupted, shooting out ropes of cum that took Carla by surprise.
Carla’s mother laughed as she rushed forward with tissues to clean the
cum off her daughter's face. Mykel tried to apologize, but Mrs. Turner
said it was not his fault. Her daughter had moved too close to get a
better view as he masturbated.
Caitlan was laughing so hard as
she teased Carla. She failed to hear Ricky announce he was cumming.
Since she had sat as close as possible to perv her brother, Ricky
taught her a lesson by painting her face.
Moments later, Pedo
cried out in pleasure. Ricky quickly reached down to grab Pedro’s boner
and aim it at his sister, but this time she was quick to evade getting
hit.
When Ricky looked at his Dad to see if he was in trouble,
he grinned. Father Murphy had his back to the parishioners so they
couldn’t see him laughing.
*****
The five naked boys joined Father Murphy at the church's front door.
As Father Murphy shook everyone’s hand and blessed them, the boys
handed out duplicates of the paddle that Father Murphy had used. He
wanted any parent who wished to paddle their child at home to have an
effective tool at their disposal.
Pedro was required to serve
as an altar boy for four weeks naked, wearing only a pair of sandals to
protect the soles of his feet.
Attendance for services increased, especially among the youth members.
Public Confessions performed naked in front of the congregation were
very popular. Three weeks a month, boys nominated by their parents
would confess. The fourth week was reserved for girls to be punished.
The confessional would be co-ed on the rare occasion a fifth service
would fall within the month.
*****
Ricky apologized
to Mykel for starting the fight and getting them into trouble. Mykel,
in turn, accepted the apology and invited Ricky for a sleepover the
following weekend.
During the sleepover, Ricky enjoyed
introducing Mykel, John, and Shaun to the pleasurable sensations of
their first blow job. Ricky was talented.
The following
weekend Ricky hosted a sleepover for the Doyles along with Pedro.
Caitlan, despite her protest, was sent to spend the night with a
friend. Father Murphy, as promised, remained in his study and bedroom,
allowing the five boys the freedom to enjoy themselves.
Mykel and Ricky spent time getting to know each other in ways they had always secretly fantasized about.
Pedro had a blast pairing up with the twins.
***The End***