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Father Barton
by dale10 (maipenraikhap@msn.com)

***

Father Barton runs a most unusual orphanage and has a 
severe regimen for his boys. (M/b+, ped, nc, rp, v, 
1st, mast, oral, anal, huml, beast, religion)

***

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 Baron 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 to 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 
six and seven year old 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 six 
to eight 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 little six 
year old 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 
the six year old.

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 boys from five to twelve years old lined 
up and Father Barton went down the line of boys 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. Not 
lick your lips. That a boy, it will make you big and 
strong."

The little boys stood to take their medicine dressed in 
only their tiny white underpants. Father Barton allowed 
his eyes to rape the pale tiny bodies, the smooth skin, 
the baby 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 as yet 
undeveloped 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 little six year 
old 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 little six year old 
fucked by the dogs. 

But on this particular night, Father Barton hurried 
back to his private quarters. He had an appointment 
with a beautiful twelve 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 little 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 it's 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 twelve 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 tiny 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 twelve 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 twelve year old 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 twelve year old 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 ugly crotch 
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!

To be continued?

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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