Chapter Three: On Holes and Holiness
Rev. Jimmy paced behind the boy, pounding his riding crop into his palm as he listened to the story for the second time. He was probing for details he might have missed the first time round, listening for inconsistencies between the boy’s first telling of it and his second telling. This case was serious. The boy had admitted to more than just the ordinary sin of premarital sexual intercourse. He had admitted to performing acts which would have condemned him to destruction in Old Testament times.
In those days, such acts had been common in the cities of the plain—Sodom and Gomorrah. Today, he had heard, such sinful acts were becoming common once again, were becoming common even among the young people in the nation. Unbelievable, but here was proof—proof in the body and soul of a young guy who was a member of his own congregation. And this was not the first young person who had come to him to confess these same depraved lusts of the flesh. No, it seemed that hardly a month went by when some young person of his congregation did not crawl sniveling into his office to confess with sobs and breast-beating that he or she had succumbed to lusts almost too perverted to imagine.
Oh, how the times had changed since the God-fearing days of his own adolescence! Oh, to have those righteous days back again! Reverend Jimmy smashed his riding crop down on the desk top, just missing the young guy, and he let out a shriek of fear.
“Silence!” Reverend Jimmy snapped. “I’ll tolerate no more of these outbursts.”
“Yes, sir,” the guy said weakly.
He kneeled at the center of the desk top, his naked ass resting on his bare heels, his naked toes pointing behind him. Squashed down onto his heels like this, his asscheeks spread, revealing to Reverend Jimmy the tiny hole in the cleft between them.
He had ordered the boy to strip stark naked at the beginning of the second telling of his story. From long experience, he’d learned that requiring the confessor to re-create the sin was a way to insure that he or she forgot nothing in the confessing of it. The guy had been naked in his sinning, so now he would be naked in his confessing and re-creation of the sin.
Forcing him to sit on his heels at the center of the hardwood desk while a single light shone on him from the ceiling directly above the desk was something like the police would do in interrogating a suspect. The bright light pinning the suspect would force a full and true confession.
“You realize,” Reverend Jimmy said, circling the desk and noticing the good development of the young gymnast’s body, “that you have sinned not only against the laws of Almighty God, but against the laws of society and against the laws of this state as well. Were I a police officer, I would arrest both you and your little boyfriend without a second thought. The penalties in this state for oral and anal sex range from twenty years to life. You have committed crimes not only against God, Mister Caspen, but crimes against nature and the state as well.”
The guy caught his breath and his eyes were misty. “But, Reverend…”
Reverend Jimmy didn’t put up with teary-eyed whining. He swung around behind the boy and lashed his riding crop across the firm, widespread ass. “Silence!”
The guy jerked, gasping, swallowing down his sobs.
“On your hands and knees, sinner!”
The guy obeyed his command. His ass turned up.
Reverend Jimmy climbed up on the desk in front of him and knelt. “Now, tell me the truth, or I shall whip you. Did this young man force you or not?”
“No,” squeaked the guy.
“No? So, we are getting at the truth at last! Show me exactly what happened.”
Reverend Jimmy knelt patiently, watching the dark-haired guy unzip his fly. He gasped as the boy reached into his trousers and wrapped his small soft hand around his stiff cock. Reverend Jimmy swallowed, tensing his entire body. He loathed what he was doing, but then he reminded himself that at times he must sacrifice, must suffer, in order to serve the ministry and Almighty God.
As the young guy hauled the man’s rampant cock out of his fly and stroked it from base to head, from head to base, with his warm firm hand, the reverand uttered a silent prayer, asking the Almighty Father to forgive this wretched young guy as he confessed his sin by reliving it, by acting it out as it had happened.
The young guy, his dark eyes crossed as he studied Reverend Jimmy’s cock and moved his nose toward it, suddenly opened his mouth, with dripping tongue slightly protruding, then placed his lips firmly around his cockhead. As he sank his face on his cock, sliding his thick lips down Reverend Jimmy’s hard cockshaft until his nose nestled in the man’s pubic hairs, he felt his cockhead slide down into the hot softness of his young throat. His cock flexed.
“Forgive him, Almighty Father,” Reverend Jimmy intoned, his eyes lifted, his forehead suddenly sweating. “Forgive his grave sin.” Then he gasped, his head wobbling with dizziness.
The young guy’s head bobbed, his tongue twirled, his lips munched. He sucked Reverend Jimmy’s cock hard. Small moaning and purring sounds bubbled from deep in his throat. As he continued sucking, his small hand reached into the man’s fly and pulled out the reverend’s full balls. He squeezed and rolled and tickled his balls with his deft hand as he munched away at his squirming hard cock.
Reverend Jimmy braced his hands on the guy’s back to maintain his balance. He felt weak, shaky. All the strength had gone out of his backbone. His ass moved mechanically, out of his control, humping. As the young boy sucked and licked and chewed his raging cock, he prayed to the Lord to forgive the young man his evil ways.
He raised his riding crop and let it fall across the guy’s muscular, undulating back.
The boy jerked, moaning.
Reverend Jimmy let the whip-like crop lash at the kid’s ass.
As the boy whimpered, his breath whirled like fire around the large throat-fucking cock.
Turning the riding crop handle-down, and leaning over the boy’s back so he could more closely study his ass, he slid the leather-covered stock of the crop up and down his ass-cleft.
The sinner gurgled, and his ass rotated.
Reverend Jimmy raised the leather-covered grip to his mouth and licked the smooth leather.
His cock flexed hard, nearly lifting the sucking guy off the desk top. Dizzy from the feelings shooting through his prick, enraged at the severity of the guy’s sin, Reverend Jimmy shoved the spit-lubricated stock of the riding crop between the boy’s asscheeks once again and rotated the rounded end of it against his asspucker. The guy’s ass gyrated. He sounded as if he were whining.
As Reverend Jimmy screwed the leather-covered stock into the guy’s asshole, the whining increased. Suddenly, the boy was shivering all over, and Reverend Jimmy felt the tight asshole tugging at the crop stock as if it were sucking the stock. Reverend Jimmy realized what was happening and reached below the boy’s torso. Just as he thought, the kid’s cock was rigid and leaking precum.
“Thou whore of Babylon!” Reverend Jimmy cursed. “You sin even in the midst of confessing your sin!”
He plunged the riding crop in and out of the guy’s asshole. At the same time, he rammed his cock deep into his throat, calling upon the vengeance of the Lord to smite the sin-possessed guy.
Suddenly, he came. “Ahhhhhh!” he bellowed, squirting his fiery cum down the throat of the spasming guy. “Ahhhhhhh!”
Whirls of hot lust gnawed through the core of the reverend’s cock, screwed in all directions through his loins. He banged his cock in and out of the guy’s mouth. His spurting cock choked the boy. Cum dribbled out of his mouth, staining Reverend Jimmy’s black dress trousers. He grunted, humping until he’d pumped out the last of his cum. Then he yanked his cock out of the boy’s throat and slid off the desk.
He made his way around the desk, bracing himself against it for support. His legs felt rubbery. The cool air licked around his cum-and-spit-dripping cock, which stood straight out from his loins like a varnished wooden stick. He cursed silently at the sight of the dribbles of cum down the front of his trouser legs. He could not bear untidiness or soiled clothing. However, under the circumstances, a change of clothing would have to wait.
The guy had slumped forward, resting his elbows on the desk top and resting his head in a pillow he’d made of his hands. His back arched severely, and his ass, meanwhile, was thrust up high, the stock of the riding crop still buried in his asshole.
Reverend Jimmy took hold of the crop and eased it out of the boy’s shitter. The leather-covered stock gleamed as if oiled and polished. He sniffed it. Young male ass! A pungent smell!
“Now,” he said. “Let us get at the worst of your sins.”
He climbed up behind the boy onto the desk, noticing that his asspucker was still slightly open from the recent fucking it had been given by the crop stock. He studied the pinkish-brown pucker for a few moments, watching it twitch.
“Do you still insist that this guy forced you to perform these abominable acts? You have admitted that you freely, willingly performed orally upon the young man. Do you admit now that you freely allowed him to have sex in your ass?” He whacked his ass with the flat of his hard palm.
“Yes!” he grunted.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir. I let him do it. I wanted him to do it.”
Reverend Jimmy smiled with triumph. He had confessed fully and truthfully at last, the first step toward his reconciliation with the Almighty; the first step toward regaining his dwindling faith.
With a grunt of satisfaction, he gripped the boy’s ass and drove his cock against his tightening asshole. His shitter opened and every inch of his stiff cock slid into the wetness and tightness and heat of his asshole.
The guy gasped. “Oh, God!”
“Let us pray!” Reverend Jimmy said. “We give you thanks, oh just and merciful Lord, for extending your forgiveness to this wretched young sinner. May his faith return, and may he sin no more.” His last words were uttered in pained tones as he began to drive his stiff cock in and out of the tight asshole.
The guy pushed up to the hands-and-knees position once more as Reverend Jimmy pistoned his cock in his asshole. The boy’s firm, meaty ass gyrated, scouring itself at his loins. Although the revernd still wore pants, he could feel the heat of the boy’s ass flowing into his lower belly.
Like beasts of the field, Reverend Jimmy thought, imagining the way this young guy and his lover had sinned. Yes, that’s exactly what these boys and so many other young people nowadays had become—beasts of the field—the male mounting up behind females and other males, and fucking them while they whined in heat. Oh, where would it all lead? Where would it all end?
“Eeeeeh!” The guy let out a sharp squeal. His asshole seemed to have become a slippery but tight hand that squeezed and pumped Reverend Jimmy’s cock.
The boy’s asshole caressed and pinched his cock in all the right places. And the naked ass jerked as he grunted. The boy’s cock was unloading all over the reverend’s desk!
Reverend Jimmy felt a stream of flame sear the core of his swelling cock. He fired into the kid, bathed his asshole with spurting jism.
“Uhhhh!” he grunted. “Uhhhh! Uhhhhh!” The room swirled around him. His vision blurred. His head filled with clanging bells.
“Pastor! Pastor!”
The blurring of his vision cleared as quickly as it had come on. He stared into the face of the guy, who was looking back at him over his shoulder.
“What?” he moaned, still feeling his orgasm clawing through his loins, still dizzy with the clanging of bells in his head. “What?”
“The telephone,” the boy said. “The telephone!”
Reverend Jimmy’s heart tightened as if gripped in a fist. He staggered off the desk, popping his throbbing cock out of the guy’s ass. As he stumbled to the front of the desk, a few last drops of cum oozed out of his cock, squeezed out of him by his subsiding orgasm.
He yanked open the desk drawer into which he’d shoved the telephone at the beginning of Mister Caspen’s desk-top confession. In the middle of a ring, he pulled the receiver off the phone and pasted it to his ear.
“Hello!” he gasped into the mouthpiece. “First Baptist—“
“Reverend Trummel? Is that you, Reverend?”
“Yes.” He took a huge, billowing breath. He wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand. “One moment, please.” He turned to the naked guy sitting atop his desk with his legs spread and his large eyes gawking at him. He put his hand over the mouthpiece. “Get dressed, Mister Caspen. Quickly!”
“Reverend Trummel? Reverend Trummel?” The voice over the phone was insistent.
“Yes,” he said. “I’m back. Sorry to have kept you waiting.” He took another deep breath, relieved that his breathing was getting back to normal.
“Where you been, Reverend, out jogging? Just get in? I’ve been ringing and ringing. Your wife said you could be reached at the church. I tried to get you at your house.”
“I’ve been—uh—working. I had to run for the phone. Now, what can I do for you, sir? To whom am I speaking?” He reached down and shoved his slippery, softening cock back into his pants.
“Deputy Wallace, down here at the county jail. I’d like you to come down here.”
The fist that had tightened around Reverend Jimmy’s heart when he’d first realized that the phone was ringing, now gripped his heart again. He looked across the desk at the young guy, suspecting for a moment that he had come here to set him up, that possibly he’d been sent here by the police. Perhaps he had concealed in his backpack over by the door a tape recorder, had taped this entire session of confession, and that he would not testify in court as to what had happened here tonight, using the tape recording to back up his story.
Reverend Jimmy, although he felt perfectly justified with his methods of extracting a true confession from the sinners who came to him or who had been sent to him, realized that the police might consider his methods somewhat less than legal. For years now, ever since he’d first begun requiring that teenagers recreate or act out for him their sin in the course of their confessing it, he’d been expecting to receive a call from the sheriff’s office concerning a complaint from some sinful teenager’s parent. And now the call had come, had caught him in the very act.
“Is it urgent?” he asked, his voice low, but under control. Years of being a preacher had taught him how to control his voice and his face regardless of what writhings were going on inside of him.
“I’d say so,” the deputy said, “if you got a son by the name of Finn Trummel.”
The fist tightened again. “Finn? Is he all right?” He was thinking suddenly of the motorcycle gang that had been terrorizing the area for the last few weeks. On some of their rampages, they’d abducted guys even younger than Finn, and they’d done horrible things to the guys before releasing them.
“Well, that depends on what you mean by all right,” the deputy said. “He ain’t bleeding or broke up, if that’s what you mean. But he’s in trouble.”
“Trouble? What kind of trouble? Spit it out, man!”
“Hey, hey, now don’t get riled, Reverend. I ain’t discussing it over the phone, but just let me say that he ain’t in any trouble that his daddy can’t get him out of. So why don’t you just climb into that big Lincoln of yours and cruise on down. By the way, you better bring along your check book, ‘cause it’ll save you a trip back to get it. And Reverend, drive carefully—it’s an awful foggy night out there.”
