Undercroft John Bromfield >dash10@yahoo.com
Now our tale is set in the year 1892 and the British were out to defending their empire and the one in South Africa, India, Sudan and Afghanistan had led to a lot of casualties. The great land owners of England (Note: The English always leave out Scotland, Wales and Ireland that is not myself) They were expected to breed sons to become officers in the Army and a second choice the Royal Navy and there was a third of becoming a vicar in the Church of England.
All three were well paid but it was expected that you went into your father's regiment. If there were more than one son then the others could choose one they liked. All had a pension provision and if you got killed your wife gets the pension for life.
My two brothers were in service so I decided I was in no mood to be playing around with guns. Yes as children we played capturing the fort climbing trees swimming in the ice cold lake in the summer months. Then as we got older was taught how to shoot game.
We were sent off the boarding school. It was hell for the first months as we were older boy's slaves. That was the system and it was said to make you a man. I was placed with 4 others and a leader. Everything was done for the leader as he had a short time left before leaving for university or military college.
The four would take it turns on keeping our leader happy as we had our own work to do. Failure was not an option and all things were called character building. Schooling subjects were Latin, French, Algebra, Mathematics English, Geography and Religious Instruction and great importance was put on team sport.
Sex was not talked about but I knew I like the leader and that he appeared in my dreams with other boys. That's how far it went. Years later I found out what went on in other dorms. Seems they really enjoyed themselves.
My subjects I exceeded in was Latin and RI which put me on a course that led me going into the priesthood. I went to Oxford and did well with my studies. I think the reason was I took sex out of the equation. After 3 years you were expected to take a curate's job to see how the system worked. The sermons were examined and the way you conducted a service. My time at St Bart's was over and all my congregation wished me well.
Another 2 years at college and passed all exams but not top marks but a pass. I approached the Church of England and was examined as fit and myself being a Fitzwilliam pass the board easily and was ordained. As a policy you are never sent to a place that is near your home.
There was a system of a chart and these were your bible readings for 4 years. Means you were given a plan. Next a rent free house. All things you had to say were written in a book. Without a "calling" it was a steady well paid job.
I was sent to a village South Saxpana and as the name sounds it is an old name. The church was small Norman with a small bell tower add in the fifteenth century. It sits in the middle of a circular bank. The other feature is a fugal (A ancient burial chamber but contains no bones now). People always think they contain gold or silver that is the reason they are empty but the real treasure may look ordinary like a glass bead or a pottery cooking pot.
I think I am going to be happy here in my church of St Peter's Undercroft. I will survey later I will go to my house now. Tucked around the corner was a substantial building the Rectory. Some farm hands had seen me arrive and volunteered to help with my trucks. One with books the other clothes. The young men notice I was looking at their muscles and they smiled at me I had red flushed cheeks. "Will I see you in church on Sunday?" asking hopefully "Sorry vicar its harvest time we were waiting for the sheave binding machine in the next field" he was still smiling. "Then perhaps another time in future. Thankyou for your help" in hope I was going to see him again soon. The others left and he turned to me and said "I may just do that I just may. After ofcourse when you have settled in" saying he shook my hand but held it longer than is normal and we both smiled at eachother.
There was a knock on the door "Oh Reverent I am the housekeeper, Mrs Smith. That is if you require a housekeeper and I cook too" she smiled "And I had been looking after the place since Reverent Popal left" "Can you tell me why he left?" I asked "He said something like he had got to close to his flock and needed to go to a Retreat or Monastery to recover. He was popular especially the young farmer hands. All is a mystery to me. Well I hope you are stopping?" as she started to unpack my trunk.
In no time at all everything was in the place of her choosing. The range was lit and a smell of soot filled the air. "Is vegetable stew alright as we were not expecting you to arrive today it's the best I can do at short notice" looking at me I said "That's perfect I will just take a walk around the village" "Your meal will be ready for you when the clock strike 6" it was 4:30 so I will leave Mrs Smith to do her cooking.
The two farm lads were sitting on the wall near the rectory. I approached them. "Thought you were waiting for the binder machine?" I asked and saw the taller young man smile. "you are right in what you say but the drive bent broke so gota wait for repairs. Where you off too if you don't mind me asking?" His eyes looked beautiful and the more I stared the more he smiled. "I thought I have a look around the place before Mrs Smith. had cooked my evening meal" "I'm Zack and this is my little brother Will we would be happy to show you around. Have you seen Underhill? Its north of the church and maybe you didn't notice. It is a man- made cave and some say it was a grave but there are no bones cause we looked." They look at eachother and both smile. "Yes I would like that" So I let them lead the way. The temperature was hot and sticky and decided not to wear underwear that day. My black hassock covered me and all that could be seen were my sandals as I walked.
To the north of the church was a grassy mound and a hole at one end facing east. Zack gave me his hand to steady myself down the steep slope. The chamber was big enough to stand. What I did notice was that Zack continue to hold my hand. He then wrapped his body around my back. "Let me go" I pleaded but my inner self wanted him close to me. "You want me don't you? Your body betrays you doesn't it" he knows my secret "Yes" I weakly reply. His hands lift up my hassock and his hands roam over my body like no one has done before. He lick my neck filling my brain with unspeakable joy. His fingers find my rosebud and I make a vain attempt to free myself. Then I feel a wetness of pre-cum at my entrance and my rosebud opens. Zack waits then says "This is what wanted for years to surrender to a man now is your chance to feel the joy of being taken" He starts licking my neck again and my head is full of joy. Yes I want this and thrust backwards and the non-human cock enters my ass with easy as its sheath retracts as a pointed thin long cock enters balls deep and with no pain "Oh yes" I say in a whisper "Thankyou George you are going to really enjoy this. Will he is prepared please join us" He was giving gentle rocking motion as his cock moved in and out. Will slid down the slope and dived under my hassock. He found my cock stiff and started to suck Oh what a wonderful feeling. "And now I am going to have my joy as you have offered me your ass to fill" At this Zack started pumping hard hitting my joy-spot each time. "Oh Zack this is not possible I am going to cum please no this is too much" carefully co- ordinated Zack pumpin cum in while Will sucked cum out "Oh yes yes yes oh oh oh" all was too much as I start to come down from my orgasm. "George we have not finished yet" said Zack. "Get on your hands and knees. Yes that right. Now suck this clean my cock while Will gets to have his fun" Zack presents his cock and I take it willingly and smell the wonder fragrance from his crutch. There is an amazing amount of hair but lick his tasty balls which are large. He turns and present his ass I taste a wonderful spicy hole. At this point Will has got his cock inside me pumping his joy into me and in no time I feel his hot cum in my love tunnel. There is a grunt and bleat followed by another grunt. He disengages and then licks out my ass of all that joy juice that has been pumped into it "Oh you sweetie yes oh yes I think I love you love you forever" oh it felt so good with that long tongue reach such wonderful place. Zack turn me around so my ass is facing him again. "George time to give you my final insertion of my joy into your ass. So tomorrow morning you will smell and taste and you will yearn for more believe me you will" at this moment my rosebud welcomes a friendly probe and I push back "Yes mine you are mine now you belong to me and you want to belong to me? Yes?" as he starts his final rut and pump as much cum into me to make sure this man is not going to escape me this time. I lick Will's cock clean and start kissing him. He is full of flavours, human and satyr all blended into a taste I want I need. Zack starts to breathe heavy "Give it to me Zack, you know I wants it, pump it, he has surrendered fill him up" there came a rumble from his chest and his legs started to shake. I told Will I was about to cum again and he was immediately on my cock ready to receive his bonus for the day. Then it happen Zack bit my neck he was wild and shook. My rosebud felt the pulses of joy and ass was again filled with hot satyr cum. Zack was shaking for a minute or two after. "George no one has drained me as you have today" By this time his little horns were retracting into his head and had normal shaped feet. I kept his cock inside as long as I could and kissed the now normal looking handsome farmhand.
"Thankyou Zack I am the happiest man alive and I can still feel that wonderful cock inside me and I also feel your warm cum for me to sleep with" and kissed him again. "A word of warning it may give you some of my best features" with a raise eyebrow.
We walked back to the rectory a little muddy. Mrs Smith flue into a temper "Look at you all covered in mud. Playing I suppose. Right take those clothes off you not going out again till these clothes are washed and clean. I blame you for leading our new pastor astray" "Sorry Mrs Smith we will make sure he does not get muddy the next time " looking like a naughty school boys. "If he does their wont be a next time. You here?" with fire in her eyes. "Yes Mrs Smith we are sorry and wont do it again promise." Mrs Smith left to set the fire for the "Copper" (Note: Copper: A large copper dish all households had for hot water of about 5 gallons)
"Well lads I am sorry but it looks like you will be staying the night tonight your clothes wont be dry until the morning" Zack's eyes looked at me with a fire while Will licked his lips. I turn to them and said "You bad boys" and they both laughed.
It seemed they had moved to the area this year and was living at the Undercroft. Well I am not having that. I spoke to Mrs Smith saying it was my Christian duty to offer at least a warm bed for the night. Put it that way and the lads were company for our lonely pastor. Mrs Smith was happy with the arrangements. Summer the lads were working in the fields and winter doing repairs to the rectory. There were side-effects at night I grew horns and a tail but I don't know if I shall turn completely but I am not going to stop Will from licking my ass out after Zack pumped his joy. The other thing was I never grew older and when it came to retire to my "Grace and Favour" house (House given rent free for life) I had Zack and Will as my servants and that stopped enquiring minds from asking questions. But we are still happy even now.
Notes: Rev Popal had a bad time of it. When Zack tried to seduce him he chickened out but slipped on the mud and Zack's piston of joy was thrust into his ass and Zack continued to fill it with his love juices. Popal gave all men that were near trouble as he attracted them by the smell of the lust that a satyr uses as a weapon to ensnare their prey. His whereabouts is not known but unless he relents he will never be happy. If he finds a man then they will find happiness beyond belief
An Ass or Rosebud is a door once invited to enter a satyr or demon can take their pleasure without your permission
Zack knew that all true Christians have magic to repel all "creatures of the night" A vicar or pastor do not necessarily have to be Christian but have to do their job well
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