It's been twelve years since I wrote the first chapter of this story. Here, at long last, is chapter two.
Father Jose Luis Mesa, is a real Catholic priest. I met him when he served in the Dominican Republic, as a teacher in a school for boys. This story is not a real description of Father Mesa, nor does it describe real events. I would like to say, however, that the real Father Jose Luis Mesa, did a fine job of sucking my cock and fucking my ass.
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Father Jose Luis
Chapter II
By Robert Glynn
The next morning, after Mass, Father Jose Luise Mesa was working at his desk in the rectory, when he heard a gentle rap at his office door.
"Come in," the good Father said.
The door open and young Paco Lopez de Vega stepped in, "Good Morning, Father," he said with the voice of a timid little mouse.
"Ah, Good morning, Paco, come in, come in. Please, close the door behind you and, if you would, lock the door as well to assure our privacy."
Paco closed the door, turned the bolt to lock it and turned back to face the priest.
"Well, well, come take a seat, dear boy." Father Mesa gestured toward the chair in front of his desk. As Paco took the chair the old priest continued. "Did you think about our counseling session last night, Paco?"
"Yes, Father, it was all I could think of, sir."
"And did you find my counsel valuable, Paco?"
"Oh, yes, Father, it was most valuable." The boy answered with a shy smile.
"Did you masturbate last night, or this morning, Paco?" the Priest asked.
"No Father, I did not, as you instructed."
"Good, my son, good, did your penis grow hard?"
"Yes, Father, it seems like it has been hard ever since I left here, yesterday."
"Is it hard now"?
"Yes, Father, it is as hard as a rock."
"Have you touched your anus since you were here yesterday, Paco?"
"No, sir, I have not."
"Not played with your hole in any way?" The priest asked.
"No, sir, I swear it."
"Did you like it when I played with your shit hole, Paco?"
Paco lowered his head, "Yes, Father, I liked it very much," he said in voice so soft it was only just above a whisper.
"Speak up, boy!" The priest demanded loudly.
Startled, Paco raised his head, "I liked it very much." Paco blushed.
"You liked what?" the priest insistently demanded.
"I liked it when you played with my shit hole, Father." Paco said loudly, his face now an almost scarlet red with embarrassment and humiliation.
"So, you liked it when I fingered your shit hole, eh? What else did you like, boy?" the priest asked.
"I liked when you had me eat my cum as you watched. I liked that you sniffed my dirty underwear. I liked being naked in front of you. I liked masturbating for you" The words spilled out of the boy in a torrent.
"All right then, let us begin, I want you to strip naked. Fold your clothes and place them on the table, and bring me your underwear."
Paco did as instructed, this time without hesitation. When he was naked he approached Father Mesa's desk and handed him his underwear, and then stood in front of the priest his hard cock thrust straight out before him. He watched as, again, the old man carefully inspected the garment and smelled it, front and bottom.
"Are these the same underpants you wore yesterday?" Father Mesa asked.
"Yes, sir," Paco answered, "I thought you might like them better than a clean pair."
Father Mesa looked carefully at the boy and placed the skid marked underwear in his mouth. For a minute or more the old man sucked and tongued the shit stain, wetting the garment, and then sucking the saliva and shit back into his mouth. When he set the garment on the desk Paco could see the skid mark, though not entirely gone, was greatly reduced.
"Thank you," the Priest said, "that was very thoughtful of you, but now, I think you must be punished." The old man paused for a moment before continuing. "Do you know why?"
Paco was surprised, and sputtered, "No, no sir."
"I told you to get naked."
"But I..." Paco started to say, and then realizing what the good Father expected, he stoped and reached down and skinned back the foreskin on his engorged cock exposing it's moist head.
"Do you agree you deserve punishment, Paco." Father Mesa asked.
Remembering well the punishment he had taken on his still visibly bruised bottom, the boy was reluctant to agree he deserved more, but he knew punishing him had excited the old priest, and he could hardly deny he had failed to skin back and expose his naked cock head. What else could he do? "Yes, Father," Paco said.
"Yes, Father, what?" the old man pushed.
"Yes, Father, I failed to get fully naked when you told me to, the head of my cock was not exposed and naked, so I ... I deserve to be punished."
Father Mesa rolled his chair back from his desk opened the center drawer and took out a wooden ruler. Paco's dick wilted some at the sight, from fear of what it would do to his ass. "It is good you acknowledge your disobedience and recognize you deserve punishment. Come here boy"
Paco walked around the desk to stand naked beside the priest, who guided him to stand up against the desk as though he was about to make him bend over it. "Clasp your hands behind your back child, do not let go." When Paco had complied the priest took the boys hands in his own left hand and with his right hand he reached down and took hold of Paco's, now just somewhat chubbed up, cock and stretched it out to lay atop the desk. Then picking up the ruler, he lightly taped the head of Paco's cock.
"I am going to spank your cock, boy. Do not move, or resist, If you do I will compel you, even it I have to bind you, and then I will spank, not only your cock, but your balls, as well. Do you understand my child?"
"Yes, Father," the boy answered in a voice hardly more than a whisper, "please, spank my cock, sir, I deserve it."
The old priest then asked, "Do you peal back your foreskin and wash the head of your cock when you take a bath?"
"Oh, yes sir, my father taught me to do that every day."
"I want you to stop doing that while I am counseling you, Paco. I want you to leave your cock head unwashed until a whiteish substance called smegma, or cock cheese, begins to coat your cock head. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Father, I have had cock cheese on my dick before, it smells very strong. I know how to do that." Paco said.
"Good, very good, make sure you do. Now, I must punish you."
Maintaining his tight grip on Paco's hands, which were clasped behind the boy's back, the wicked old man sharply brought the wooden ruler forcefully down directly on the exposed head of the young boys cock, with a resounding slap. The boy jerked in the older man's grip and cried out, "Ow".
The Priest paused, look up at the boy, and said, "I think ten more just like that should be enough to teach you a lesson, don't you, Paco?"
Paco had to force himself to say, "Yes, sir, I think ten more would definitely teach me a lesson, Father."
"Very good, then count them out, " and he brought the ruler down on the head of Paco's cock much harder with a resounding thwack.
"Ahhh," Paco cried out, them gulping a breath of air he counted "One, sir."
Slap! Another brutal blow delivered to the exact same spot on the most sensitive part, of the most sensitive organ, of the boy's body.
"Ow, Ow," the boy whimpered, "two sir," he counted.
Slap. "Three," Paco moaned.
Slap. "Four, sir, oh please, it hurts."
Five, and six, again administered with precision to the now inflamed, throbbing red cock head, elicited cries of pain, a called out number, and tearful sobs from the tortured boy.
Seven, eight and nine, administered rapidly, and ever more forcefully, brought howls of pain and copious tears, out of the panting, desperately counting, boy.
The old man paused to look at and evaluate the boys condition. Paco's cock head was as red, and as hot, as the hottest pepper, it was inflamed, and abused. It looked beautiful the old man thought. As did the boys face with tears streaming down his cheeks and snot pouring out of both nostrils, and into his open, panting mouth.
"Only one more Paco," the Priest said quietly, and then brought down the ruler on Paco's delicate, sensitive member with all the force he could muster, delivering what a doctor would describe as exquisite pain.
The final blow reduced Paco to a blubbering, quivering, child. It took long moments before he could choke out the words, "Ten, Father."
The old priest released Paco's hands and turned the naked boy towards himself. Taking the crying child's head between his hands he said, "There, there, Paco, that wasn't so bad was it? You took it like a man. Let me clean you up, now." And the priest began to lick Paco's tear and snot stained face. By the time the priest has cleaned the boy, Paco had stilled his sobs, and the old man said, "Let me see if I can make you feel better."
The old pervert bent down and gently took Paco's tortured penis in his mouth. He felt the heat of the abused cock head against his lips and tongue. He heard Paco whimper at the touch. He slowly, gently, and lovingly mouthed the boys soft, desperately hurt penis.
Because of the boys youth, the pain in his cock gradually turned into to pleasure, as the priest's gentle mouthing became a full blown blow job. Paco's cock began to swell, and surprisingly soon, was again a hard cock that began fucking the old priest's mouth.
Paco fucked hard and deep, pushing into Father Mesa's throat. The elderly cock sucker took it well, with no complaint, and it was not long till Paco was blasting his sperm in to the old man's mouth.
After Jose Luis had swallowed the lad's load. He looked up at the boy and said, "That was wonderful, Paco. Would you like me to finger your shit hole for a while?"
Paco said, "Father, I feel rather drained. Perhaps we could do more in tomorrow's counseling session?"
"Of course," the priest responded, "I understand, and you will remember how to get naked tomorrow?"
"I will." Paco answered.
"Don't forget," the Priest said, "don't wash your cock head."
"Yes, sir," the boy answered. "I won't forget."
"Yesterday, I asked you not to shit before you came here today."
"Yes, sir, I did not."
"Then perhaps you need to use my personal lavatory now?" Father Mesa said gesturing to a door at the back of the office.
"Um, yes sir, I would like to use your toilet. Thank you very much, sir," Paco said and moved toward the door.
"Paco," the priest said, "as a favor to me, there is no need to flush the toilet."
"Yes, sir, I understand, I'm not to flush the toilet."
"And, Paco, there is no need to wipe your butt hole, please. I'll take care of that for you when you come out."
"Yes, sir, I understand."
Paco walked naked to the bathroom half expecting the priest to follow him, but he did not. The boy sat on the pot thinking how strange it was, to be told to not flush the toilet, and not wipe his ass.
He quickly relived himself of a great load of shit. He almost reached for the toilet paper out of habit, but remembered his instructions. He got up off the pot, unwiped and turned to look into the toilet. He saw it was filled with a mass of well formed, solid looking turds, golden brown in color, floating in the water.
Without flushing, he walked back in to the rectory office, and as he walked he could not help but be aware of the fact that his unwiped butt hole was smeared with what felt like a great gob of shit.
"Ah, good, my boy, come here and bend over the desk and let me wipe you." Father Jose Luis Mesa said.
Paco complied, and was amazed when the priest bent over behind him, spread his butt cheeks, and began to lick his shit smeared anus clean. Paco thought how strange and interesting it was, to use a man's tongue as toilet paper. For some reason, he didn't quite understand, he liked it.
When he was finished, and the old Priest took a surprisingly long time to accomplish the task and clean Paco's lovely and dirty hole, he rose and said. "Thank you Paco, I think this was a very productive session. I think, you better get dressed and go home now. Tell your father I said things are going well, and that I send him my regards. If Your father wants more information about whats going on tell him I said that was between you, and me, and God."
Paco quickly slipped on his clothes, and "I'll give my father your regards, and see you tomorrow sir."
"May God be with you, Paco."
"And with you as well, Father."