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Brother Brad 3
A couple more weeks passed without incident. Brad pleasured himself a few times a week. While the words of Brother Geoff helped alleviate most of his guilt, there was still some remnant lurking in the back of his mind. Because of this, Brad tried to go as long as he could usually 48 – 72 hours before the need just became too great and he would run to his cell to jack off. Or sometimes at night he would find release before falling asleep.
On the nights that Brad did not pleasure himself, he noticed his dreams were becoming ever more erotic and the men of The Brotherhood played a starring role.
Brad considered himself a fairly observant person. Over the weeks he had been there, he noticed some strange behavior in one corridor. The Brothers were either agitated or glowing with warmth and relaxation. As the time went on he became increasingly curious. He made up his mind to ask Brother Rex about this the next time he saw him.
The answer came sooner than Brad expected. The next day Brad was walking down the hall speaking with Brother Joe. They turned down the hallway that was troubling Brad. Brother Tom was walking down the hall grumbling. His eyes flashed. Tom was angry.
"Brother Tom," inquired Brother Joe, "what is wrong?"
"I'm getting tired of this damn robe. It is rubbing me something awful and I can't concentrate on my tasks. On top of that, I haven't had time to go to the gym to work off this frustration. I'm about at my wits' end!"
"When is the last time you prayed?"
"What are you talking about? I pray every day!"
"When is the last time you went to chapel and prayed?"
"The chapel! Of course! It completely slipped my mind. I've got a few extra minutes right now. That is just the thing I need to get through the day. Thank you, Brother Joseph. Thank you!" And with that Brother Tom turned and hurried down the corridor. He turned at a heavy wooden door that Brad had not really paid attention to until now.
"That's not the chapel," exclaimed Brad. "The chapel is the over in the other wing."
"Ah...that is a special chapel. Used mainly when the men are upset and need to be calmed down a bit." Just then a brother emerged from the door. He was smiling, and started a soft whistle as he walked away.
Brad and Brother Joseph continued on their way, but Brad was determined to visit this special chapel as soon as he could arrange the time.
His opportunity came sooner than expected. Later in the day, Brad finished his chores early and had about an hour to spare before his next appointment. So off he went, almost at trot, to find this mysterious chapel.
With his walking pace it did not take him long to reach his destination. As he entered, the light was very low, almost dark. Also, there was a wall almost immediately in front of him with walkways going left and right. Brad noticed a sign on the wall in front of him that said, "To Give," with an arrow pointing to the left and below that the sign said, "To Receive," and the arrow pointed to the right. Brad thought this was strange but not knowing what he would receive, he turned to the left. After a few steps the corridor made a right hand turn and Brad noticed a long row of doors on his right.
Brad found an open door and let himself in. He found himself in a room very similar to the confessional booth from a few weeks past. He closed the door and a soft, dim light filled the room. On the wall opposite the door was a sign with the words "Please Repeat: For what you are about to receive, may the Lord make you truly grateful."
Stepping up to the wall Brad repeated aloud the prayer. A whispered voice responded, "Amen!" Then Brad felt something tugging on his robe. He then heard the voice say, "Brad, did you not notice that this room is similar in all ways to the confessional?" The voice was familiar. Brad knew it but could not quite place it.
"Yes," replied Brad.
"Did you not see the hook on the wall?"
For the first time, Brad noticed the hook and realization dawned on him. "You mean I am supposed to hang up my robe on the hook before I pray?"
"Exactly. If you are to bare yourself during confession, it is even more important to do so during prayer."
Then it hit him. The voice belonged to Brother Steve, the handsome Brother who escorted him to and from dinner on his first day with the Brothers.
"Brother Steve, is that you," asked Brad?
"Yes, Brad. Now do as you have been directed. Hang up your robe, step forward and repeat the prayer."
Not fully understanding, but intrigued and a little turned on, Brad undid the rope around his waist and slipped the rough garment over his head. He placed the robe on the hook then returned to face the wall. This wall had the same large grate just below waist level, just like in the confessional.
"For what you are about to receive, may the Lord make you truly grateful," repeated Brad. "OH MY GAWD," bellowed Brad as his cock was enveloped by warmth and moisture. There were a few chuckles heard from other prayer cubicles as other brothers heard Brad's expletive.
His cock went from semi-soft to rigid, steel-pole hard instantly. Brother Steve was an expert cock sucker and he employed all his skill in giving this young man his first blow job. Brad was moaning and thrusting against the partition trying to get as much of his cock into Steve's mouth as he could.
Brad was not quiet and his moans and exclamations soon inspired the other brothers to become more vocal. He heard "take that cock you cocksucker" and "that's it, drink my load." Knowing that others were getting the same treatment as he, and that it was Brother Steve sucking his dick, was too much and propelled Brad over the edge. With a final, "Sweet Jesus I'm cumming," Brad emptied his nuts into the expert mouth of Brother Steve.
Brother Steve kept milking the final drops of cum out of Brad's balls. This continued for a few minutes when Brother Steve realized that Brad was not going soft, and not pulling back. This gave Brother Steve an inspiration. He removed Brad's cock from his mouth but held onto it lest Brad pull it back. He then applied a generous amount of lube to Brad's cock and lined it up with his ass.
Brad felt the slick liquid being applied but did not know what it was or what was to come. Then he felt a pressure on his cockhead as it came in contact with Brother Steve's asshole. All of a sudden his cock was swallowed to the root. "Holy mother of God," exclaimed Brad as he bottomed out. Brother Steve just moaned and sighed, "oh yeah!"
It only took a few seconds for Brad to realize what was going on. That he was now fucking Brother Steve. This had been one of his more explicit dreams and he couldn't believe that it was now coming true. Brad started thrusting in and out of the tight hole. It was obvious that Brother Steve was no virgin and that he was a born power bottom. He squeezed Brad's cock with his ass muscles making the confines even tighter.
The more he fucked, the more vocal Brad became. And the more vocal Brad was, the more vocal the other Brothers became. This was freeing to all of them, both the givers and the receivers. Brad was never much for profanity but right now it was as if he was letting out every swear word he had stifled over the past 18 years. "Take my cock you fucker! I'm going to fuck your ass into next week! Ah shit that feels good," and more!
Because he had recently cum, it took Brad a bit longer to reach his climax. But when he did it was just as strong and intense as the first one. "Oh my gawd I'm about to cum. I'm going to fill your ass with my load. Ahhhhhh SHIIIIIIIIITT – take it you fucker! Take my load in your ass!"
Finally, Brad's cock stopped spewing and eventually went soft. He slipped out of Brother Steve's ass with a soft pop. Both men were breathing hard and collapsed to regain their composure and strength. Eventually, Brad was able to stand, put on his robe and exit the prayer booth. He also knew that someday, maybe not yet, but some day, he would turn right instead of left when first entering the "chapel."