The Public Confessional

By Pixote

Pixote.fna@mail.com

Copyright 2023 by Pixote all rights reserved

* * * * *
This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. 
* * * * * 



“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***









(End of File)