Chapter 2: Peter's Training
We said very little as the priest donned his robes. I noticed he didn't clean himself, and wondered if it was intentional. That he wanted the cum on his chest and inside his ass to remind him of what they'd done here today. I pulled my own britches back up, half in shock, half embarrassed that my father had seen me react as I had.
The priest led us outside to our donkey and cart. The cart was now empty of the goods we had brought in taxes, the goods that had apparently been too meager to fulfill our obligations. Up to this point my father had not looked me in the eye, not since his cock had unloaded inside the priest, but now he put a rough hand on the back of my neck and forced my face to look at his.
"I did not bring you here for this today boy, but what's done is done. Sometimes a man must do what he doesn't want in order to protect his family. You became a man this year and now it is your turn."
He didn't wait for a response. He jumped up onto the cart, took the reins, and was off. I stood there for a minute and watched my father's strong, broad back as it receded from my view and suddenly felt both alone and excited. I would miss my family, but I was a man now and suddenly a future of toiling in a field until I died seemed to fade and one of exciting new experiences grew before me. I looked over at Father Christopher, my mind flashing back to his naked body, fat cock plunging into his tight ass, and I knew I would like the experiences more than my father had.
"Come on now, boy, Sir Guy will be returning in three days. We need to make sure you're ready for him."
He led me through the bailey to a tower that lined the inner wall. The stone staircases spiraled upward and I followed behind him. My eyes were roughly at the level of his ass, and I fancied I could hear the sound of my father's seed swishing inside him with each step.
The room we entered was at the top of the tower. It was a large circle with a curtained bed, fireplace, slitted windows, and sundry other furnishings. Father Christopher took a seat in a chair and gestured for me to stand before him.
"What is your experience with men?" he asked, his eyes boring into mine.
I looked away, a flush coming to my cheeks, "I have none, Father."
He nodded, "And with yourself? I may have been a bit preoccupied downstairs, but I could see you know how to pleasure yourself."
My cheeks grew even redder, "Yes, Father."
"Good. That's a start. Go ahead and take off your clothing. It is important I see what you have to offer so I know if you will please Sir Guy."
I suppose I could have been bashful or protested, but I didn't. I had seen this man grunt in pleasure as a cock drilled into his ass. He had seen me spill my seed. Besides, I wanted to see Father Christopher naked again and maybe, if I stripped, he would follow. I pulled my shirt quickly over my head and tossed it to the floor.
I could feel the priest's eyes on me, sizing up my torso, "You are smooth. That is good. And your work in the fields has apparently helped you grow sizable muscles."
It was true that I was quite a bit larger than Father Christopher. The priests studies had left him little time or need for physical labor and his body was lean where mine was large. I wondered if he wanted to feel me on top of him. I know I was eager to feel him under me."Now the rest," he commanded.
I obeyed. I unlaced the rope at my waist and allowed my pants to fall to the floor. My cock was already half hard, enjoying the priest's commands. He seemed to look at it approvingly. Of course, he'd seen it already in it's full glory. He motioned for me to turn, so I did. My back to him, I could not see him, but I knew his eyes were on my ass.
"Very nice. Not many boys are smooth back there. And so large. You are very pleasing to the eye, but you will need more than that. You will need to learn the ways of sex."
I could feel my cock grow even harder. This was it. The priest was going to let me inside him, just as he had my father. As I waited to hear the sound of him standing from the chair and disrobing, I heard the scrape of the door open. I suddenly felt very exposed as I turned toward the door, to see who it was that entered.
The man who stood there was large, larger than me, and of an olive complexion. While a full beard framed his full lips, I guessed him to be only a few years older than myself. His brown eyes surveyed my naked body, landing and staying on my hard cock.
"This is Sebastian," I heard Father Christopher speak, still in his chair. "He was once like you, tribute for a poor harvest. Since then, he's found a home here, haven't you?"
His eyes moved from my cock to my face and I saw him smile and nod.
"Come over here, by the fire," the priest again. "Both of you."
A part of me was disappointed that it wasn't the priest I was to be paired with, but the feeling was fleeting. Sebastian was very pleasing and he still had all his clothes on. At the priest's command I started to rectify that situation.
I pulled Sebastian's shirt over his head revealing a torso that was muscular and covered in dark hair. I reached my hand up and ran it over two solid pecs, letting my fingers play briefly with his large nipples.
"It is not enough to just touch," the priest said from behind me. "You must use your mouth to give pleasure."
I hesitated, looking at Sebastian for reassurance. His grin was eager. My hand drifted down his abdomen, feeling the ripple of muscle there, as I leaned down and flicked my tongue over his right nipple. I heard him moan softly, a sound that gave me permission to do it again.
"Guide him Sebastian," the priest ordered.
I felt Sebastian's large, strong hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth down hard against his pec. Instinctually I found myself sucking and biting at the hard nipple. He moved my head to his other nipple, making sure I gave it equal treatment. I could feel my cock leaking as I slobbered on this man's hard muscle. Then he was pushing my head again, moving it up and to the side. I found my mouth and face buried inside his armpit. I almost recoiled at first. I had never imagined a man's armpit to be a place of pleasure, only sweat, but as I inhaled his scent and tasted his sweat I felt my cock jerk in response.
It was the priest who moved us along again with his sensual commands. I found myself forced to my knees. The bulge in Sebastian's pants was sizable and I had further proof that my actions had caused him pleasure. I took a certain satisfaction in that.
"Strip him completely, Peter," the priest's voice was breathier than before, and I knew Sebastian wasn't the only one enjoying what was happening in the room.
It took me a second to undo the knot at his waist, but the effort was worth it. When I pulled his pants down past the curve of his ass, Sebastian's cock sprang free. Much like the man it belonged to it was thick and large. It stood out straight from a patch of trimmed pubic hair. I'd never thought of a man grooming this part of his body and as I looked up at him from my kneeling position, taking in once again all the dark hair that covered his rippling muscles, I wondered why he would trim this part and this part only.
"Take him in your mouth," the priest ordered.
I would have turned in surprise had Sebastian's hand not held my head firmly facing forward. I had never heard of such a thing. I could pull on his cock with my hand, but my mouth? Did people do that?
I wasn't able to ask my question before I felt the head of his cock push against my lips. My mouth, already open to protest, was invaded with ease. I nearly gagged and I felt my eyes water as Sebastian pushed his cock inside my mouth. Only after several thrusts did I finally start to relax and enjoy the sensation and taste of his cock. Only as he pushed deeper and deeper into my throat and my nose began to tickle his pubes, did I understand why he had cut them short.
We were like that for several minutes, me on my knees, Sebastian looking over me, fucking my face with his cock. I found my own hand on my cock, slowly stroking it's hard length. My other hand did it's best to roam Sebastian's body. I felt up his abs, reaching to one hard pec and squeezing. I reached around, my hand holding one large, hard ass cheek, feeling it flex with each thrust. It was only as found myself pulling lightly on his hanging balls did I get the reaction I wanted, a moan of sheer pleasure.
"Do not finish in his mouth," Father Christopher had been silent for several minutes. I'd almost forgot he was in the room. Sebastian pulled his cock from my mouth, obeying the priest. It was obvious he knew what the priest intended for him to do. I felt him lift me from the floor and guide me over to the bed. He turned me to face the end of the bed and pushed my head down, indicating I should bend over. I had wanted to fuck from the moment I'd walked in on the priest with my father, but I had wanted to be the one entering an ass. I had not thought about being on the receiving end, but it was apparent that was the intention today. I took a deep breath and steadied myself. My head turned to the side, I got my first full look at Father Christopher since Sebastian had come in the room. The priest was naked, his cock hard as he stroked it. His eyes were on me. I locked eyes with him as I felt Sebastian push his fat cock head against my virgin hole.
"Push back," it was Sebastian. "If you push back it'll open your hole"
One of his hands was on my shoulder, the other, I assumed, guided his cock. I did my best to follow direction and felt a searing pain as his cock head slid inside me.
"Don't fight it. That only makes it hurt more," Sebastian assured me as he slowly pushed in deeper. "You'll like it in a minute."
I couldn't believe what he was saying was true. It hurt so much. I felt like my entire ass was spasming, but I had gotten used to his cock in my mouth and as I maintained eye contact with Father Christopher and watched him stroke his cock as he watched us, I knew I wanted to please him.
And then I felt Sebastian's cock hit resistance. I bit my lip as he pushed passed, forcing his cock deeper into me and all of a sudden the pain lessened. I felt both of his hands now on my shoulders pulling me back against him until his cock bottomed out and I felt the prickle of his trimmed pubes against my smooth ass cheeks. He let his cock sit there for a moment before slowly pulling it back. I felt empty as he retreated and was about to whimper when I felt him push back in. I grunted at the force. It didn't take long for Sebastian to gain a rhythm in my ass. My own cock was trapped between my body and the bed, and I felt it rub and leak as I was fucked.
As my ass loosened and welcomed the invader, Sebastian gave up any pretense of taking it easy. He was pounding my ass as hard as he could, his muscular frame straining with each thrust. The sound of his guttural moans of pleasure was intoxicating and I knew in that instance that I wanted to be fucked again and again. And as I came to this realization, I heard Sebastian moan one last time and felt a hot spurt of cum enter my ass.
My eyes were still on Father Christopher. As Sebastian unloaded inside me, I watched as the priest emptied his own cock onto his chest and abdomen. My own cock unleashed its built up cum, rubbing hard against the bed.
All three of us spent, Sebastian pulled free of me and I rolled over onto my back, breathing hard. Slowly I sat up and watched as the priest wiped himself clean and handed the towel to Sebastian. I watched as Father Christopher tenderly patted Sebastian on his big round ass and complimented him on a job well done.
"Put your clothes back on boys. Sebastian will show you where you can get some supper and bed down for the night. You did good today Peter, but your training has only just begun."
As I laced up my breeches, I hoped he was telling the truth.