That particular year I had accepted an invitation from my ant for the first time since 6 or 7 years. She had always pestered me to pass my vacations at her place but I had always found a heap of excuses. One must say that she was truly peculiar: religious and catholic all the way to the end of her fingertips, I can’t say that I had lots of things in common with her...But I had really nothing else rounded up that year and, thinking about it, I told myself that her luxurious mansion with a pool and an immense park were actually worth a try.

I took off to her place in my somewhat beat up R5 on a late Wednesday afternoon.

The gates to her estate were wide open and I noticed how much all had changed since my last visit here. The trees and palms had doubled in size and all the massive rose bays were impressive...

I parked in front of the mansion and Bouboule, my aunt Nanette’s housekeeper, arrived almost at the same time. I called her by this name since I was very little only because everything on her was round. She flew at me and, hugging me tightly, exclaimed how much more handsome than she had imagined I had become, since the last time. She realized well that I was now 23 years old and not a kid anymore...

As far as she was concerned, she hadn’t changed a bit and her face, her cheeks, her stomach... all was still as round if not a little rounder...

- “Your aunt went out to have some tea...There is nobody here at the moment,” she said. “Ah...yes! I am wrong...there’s got to be that priest somewhere around here...”

- “A priest?”

- “You know your aunt! The day when there isn’t a bishop, a priest or I don’t know who around here, she’d be all depressed... This one, he seems to be on a kind of retreat... Well! He can do what he wants; it’s none of my business.”

- “Sacred Nadette,” I said laughing.

- “I’ve prepared the blue room for you,” continued Bouboule. “You remember it? The priest is just next-door...”

- “Oh, thanks for the neighbor! Well, I am not afraid to be contaminated...”

- “Still such an atheist? Bah... you’ll see this one is not unpleasant at all...”

I took my things upstairs and started a tour through the house. It was even more sumptuous than I remembered. There was even a hot tub and a sauna that weren’t there before. My aunt, catholic as she was, really deprived herself of nothing...

Aunt Nadette returned late that afternoon and insisted on repeating a hundred times at least how happy she was to have me and how she wanted me to have the best vacation ever...

The priest didn’t show until cocktail time. I had already forgotten all about him and, upon his entering the parlor, I was asking me for a moment who this could be.

While he stood in the doorframe, I was frozen in stupor by his beauty. What a face!

His forehead was high and open, his nose perfectly straight, and his mouth almost voluptuous in the very angular face. And eyes…! Green, I thought, as he was watching me calmly…

I literally groaned internally: To put such a guy in the abstinence and all those idiocies of the church was scandalous...

Nadette introduced him immediately: Father Alain. That’s who he was! For crying out loud!

He wore a white shirt and a gray anthracite pair of pants. A tiny silver cross was pinned to his shirt pocket…

- “Well Father,” asked Nadette, “your day?”

- “This is a heaven of peace,” he responded in a spellbinding voice, warm and rather grave. “I spent much time in meditation and prayer...”

- “Of course,” interrupted my aunt swiftly. “I am certain that you’ll find all you need here for your meditations.”

Good God, where was I!

Father Alain stared at me. His gaze was quite hypnotizing. Very bright and clear… one had the impression of loosing oneself completely in it. There were even sparks of gold in that incredible green of his eyes.

- “Your aunt told me that you are in computer graphics, is that right? I find it an extraordinary profession.”

- “You know what that is?” I answered a bit astounded. He laughed:

- “I may not be perfectly on top of the subject but I am very interested in the Internet for example.”

- “Certainly, using such a tool opens a lot of doors...”

- “I don’t master Flash yet but I get by with Logiciel. You know that one?”

I thought, I am going to fall over backwards. A priest who knows how to use the Internet, that’s already nuts but on top of it, he creates web sites!

“I am using that format a lot, yes...” I answered.

“Well, I have a thousand and one questions for you...”

My aunt interrupted our conversation swiftly. She had no clue about the subject and it interested her not a bit. She preferred talking about matters of ecclesiastical authority, of which she knew everything and I had trouble to tolerate her never ending discourses that seemed completely senseless to me.

She went on throughout the entire meal. At one moment, Father Alain’s eyes met mine. He smiled and his look took on a warm and golden glow, which literally enthralled me.

With a blinking eye he made a small gesture toward me, letting me know that my aunt tired him as much as me. To Nadette, however, he responded calmly and she must have found him to be a good audience for all her rubbish.

After dinner I escaped and went to lie on a deck chair on the back terrace as the night fell softly. It was already dark when Father Alain approached.

“Do you mind if I lay down next to you?”

I signed him to do whatever he pleased and he stretched out on the chair next to mine.

- “Your aunt is very talkative… A little quietness is very welcome right now,” he said in his beautiful grave voice.

- “Especially for a priest on retreat...” I said with irony.

- “You really don’t have any sympathy for the people of the church, do you?”

- “None whatsoever,” I answered dryly. “Those folks are on a different planet than mine. I am an atheist.”

- “Could I call you Marc? All that politeness nerves me a little and we seem to be pretty much of the same age.”

- “And how should I call you?”

- “Well, simply Alain.”

- “Oh, I thought that it isn’t... your... real name.”

- “Of course it is. We shouldn’t have any problems to understand each other, you and I. There is an infinite amount of subjects outside of religion...”

- “That’s true”, I admitted. “It’s just that here at my aunt’s, I have only met people who were talking of nothing else. I confess that I came here less for my aunt but rather for the surroundings, the pool and all the rest.”

Alain exploded in laughter: “I understand, yes, I count on that myself...”

During the following day and the day after that we became very close, Alain and I. He wasn’t at all like those other priests, which I had met until now. I even forgot that he was one of them and was very happy that he was at my aunt’s at the same time as me.

We often discussed the Internet, micro-information and lots of other things too. He was very open, extremely cultivated and it was a pleasure talking with him. But outside of our long conversations he retreated too often into silence and isolated himself sometimes for long moments. Way too much for my taste, by the way...

One particular morning I tanned on a big beach towel at the poolside. Alain arrived a little later with a towel even bigger than mine. He smiled calmly at me and started to unbutton his shirt. I watched him fixed because until now he had not allowed himself such a thing. I hadn’t even ever seen him by the pool...

- “Are you sure that you aren’t straying into a forbidden realm?” I asked mocking.

He contended himself to smile and took his shirt off. I swallowed with great difficulty. Good God, what a body! Not terribly muscular but superbly proportioned. His chest was a little hairy but it was mainly below his stomach where the fleece increased to join with a thick cluster of pubic hair.

Alain crouched down to remove his shoes and his black socks. Then he stood up to his full height and, well positioned in front of me with slightly spread legs, he unbuttoned his pants and lowered the sipper of his fly. I felt a feverish burning and followed the smallest of his movements. As if it where nothing at all, he let his pants slide along his thighs, a bit slow as if on purpose. Underneath he wore a black bathing suit and I couldn’t detach my eyes from the obvious form, bulging inside it.

He arranged his towel next to me and lay down on his stomach. Even his buttocks were an unbelievable turn-on. There was really nothing that wasn’t perfect on this guy and I had a hard time to regroup...

I took my tube of sunscreen and began to apply it to my skin, not because I needed it but more to get myself together. I didn’t want to think any longer about Alain’s morphology.

- “I think that I should have some as well,” he remarked. “My skin isn’t really used to the sun.”

I handed him the tube, avoiding to look at him.

- “I can’t reach my back,” said Alain a few minutes later. “Do you mind?”

Shit, he did it on purpose. This is impossible! I took the tube ungracefully and squeezed some of it in my hand. His skin was already very hot from the sun and I felt feverish again massaging some of it into the skin of his back. I hurried and retreated to my towel as fast as I could.

- “Thanks,” Alain said. “You forgot your back earlier. I will put some on you as well.”

Dear God, what did he play at? This was a real nightmare! He sat beside me and began to put on the lotion.

- “This is really unpractical,” he said brusquely, jumped on me and sat on my thighs.

The effect was immediate: My dick grew to a major painful hard-on. I didn’t know anymore what to think of Alain... Everything made me believe that he did all this on purpose but that was impossible. He massaged consciously my back for what felt like an eternity. I was sick and wanted to think of something to escape from him but I found nothing and my head was completely empty.

Finally he returned to his towel and I dived into the pool to refresh my thoughts.

I regained my composure very fast and convinced myself that he acted just natural and it was me who made all the fuss. In addition to being a priest he really couldn’t know that I was gay and that he would completely keel over if he knew what went through my head...

I saw Alain making a perfect dive and disappearing under water for a long moment. He emerged on the other end of the pool and began to swim back in long strokes. He swam with perfect style. His body seemed to tack just above the water level and he advanced at an amazing speed. The pool wasn’t all that big and he reached the diving board in no time. He did a superb return, not emerging to the surface until the center of the pool.

I went back to my towel and literally devoured him with my eyes. What a terrible waste, really... What does such a guy could possibly do in an order! Besides maybe making all those religious guys cream under their homespun robes ...

He returned to the board and shook his body directly above me, misting my hot skin with cold water.

- “Oh!”... I had hit him without even realizing what I was doing. Alain laughed out loud and leaped on top of me. We wrestled for a moment and he finished immobilizing me by pressing my shoulders against the ground with his knees.

- “If you move, that’s what you get,” he said enforcing his knees and cutting my circulation... A lively pain ensued and I stopped to fight him.

- “Now, that’s better. Much better... what should I do with you now? ...”

- “Let me go and go confess,” I said laughing.

- “You might be right...but if I needed confessing, I wouldn’t be a priest any longer,” countered Alain, looking at me strangely.

- “You are a strange priest anyway,” I remarked.

His eyes glazed over a little bit: “I’d say,” he answered with the hint of a smile.

He caressed my cheek and redressed. For the flash of an instant I saw nothing else but the pumped up shape of his dick across his Speedo just above me.

- “Alright, I’ll leave you... Until later...”

Shit, what was that supposed to mean? I would have given anything for him to immobilize me as long as he pleased...Dear-God-Of-Shitty-Brothels-Of-Sluts...!

I still felt his thighs squeezing my body and still saw his magnificent face right above mine... And I still thought about his Speedo, shit, I was out of my mind. Fuck!

I didn’t see him again until dinner. I didn’t dare looking at him but felt how his gaze was not leaving me. At one moment our eyes met and my heart nearly stopped. There was something like a hot and burning glow in his clear green eyes that left me fascinated and mesmerized. I heard no more of my aunt’s discourse and had the impression of being consumed inside. I certainly would have remained like this for a long time if Nadette hadn’t pushed me with her elbow:

- “Hello? Where are you? I was just talking about building a greenhouse in the back...”

After the meal, Alain joined me on the terrace.

- “Would you like to join me on a little walk through the park?” he asked after a long while.

- “Of course. Gladly...”

He walked slowly and in silence. It was already a good half hour that we walked without saying a single word and we arrived at a pine wooded area. I didn’t know what to do and felt very uncomfortable. Alain stopped and, leaning forward, pinned me with my back against a tree. It smelled of sap and the air was full of flavor.

It was then that Alain put his hands at each side of me, his face close to mine. I stood motionless. He was so close now that I could feel his slightly alcohol infused breath caressing my skin. He put his lips lightly on mine and inserted his tongue so carefully into my mouth that it barely felt like a kiss.

I pushed him violently away: “Stop, you don’t know what you are doing...”

- “To the contrary, I know very well. I am kissing you because I want to kiss you.”

- “Oh really, and you think that I want to be kissed by a priest?”

- “You don’t want to?”

- “By a priest ? No.”

- “I am very sorry...I thought you liked...my body. I must have been completely wrong.”

- “You weren’t wrong, I love your body. But it’s the body of a priest and I don’t see myself getting into a moral or existential crisis and what not if I let you go on. That’s all.”

- “There will be no crises,” he said softly. “They are behind me. I have renounced my faith... I am not even in the order any longer.”

- “What!”

- “As a matter of fact, I am no longer a man of the church, understand? I am a man like any other, with the same passions, the same desires... But with a lot more frustrations...”

I was speechless and felt Alain’s lips on mine again. This time, however, I gave in still under the shock of the strange news. His tongue whipped my mouth and his breath accelerated a bit.

I kissed him profoundly in return and he pressed his body against mine. I got a furious hard-on and felt his rod hardening against my thigh. Alain unbuttoned my shirt, opened it and began to lick my skin feverishly:

- “Hmm, this is what I wanted to do earlier as you were under me...”

- “But you didn’t and instead pinned me down like an idiot. I really don’t know what went in to you and what I did to you...”

- “I am sorry. I will earn my pardon”

Alain kneeled before me and buried his face in my crotch. He rubbed against my fly and kissed profoundly my painfully hard dick through it, inhaling the odor of it with delight. It was so arousing that I grabbed him by the hair and pushed him violently against my rod.

Moaning he opened my pants. Lowering them, he pressed his lips against my briefs. He moaned a bit louder and passed his tongue over the entire surface of my bulge under the fabric. I would have loved to brutally shove my dick right down his throat but I restrained myself. It seemed better to let him do and manage his all too evident frustrations at his own pace. It was the better way to service him.

Alain didn’t stop to smell my cock and to dig his nose into my balls. Finally he lowered my briefs and kissed my hard-on like a sick puppy. I creamed like a foul and he licked all he could get. I had such a hard time restraining myself from impaling his throat that I desperately held on to the trunk behind me.

Finally he took the forehead of my cock in his hot and moist mouth and started to suck me groaning. I began to move my hips forward, still holding back. He groaned and moaned each time I pushed into his throat. Alain suddenly pulled my cock out of his mouth and pressed it against his face.

- “Take me,” he said softly.

- “What!” I cried out.

- “I want you to fuck me...”

- “But have you ever done this?”

He didn’t answer and I saw him vaguely in the dim light taking hastily his clothes off. Bending forward against a trunk, he pulled me toward him. I saw red, holding his naked body in my arms. But I hesitated...I was sure that this was his first time and I didn’t want to hurt him.

I lifted one of his legs and he arched his back. I moistened one finger and passed it carefully over his sphincter before pushing it gently in. Alain arched even more and moaned softly. I turned my finger inside his butt to relax him and was pretty sure that he was getting wet. I spit again in my fingers and inserted two this time. They slid in without resistance and he wetted so much that I decided to penetrate him.

When I entered him, his body convulsed and he moaned softly again. Slowly, pulsing in and out, I pushed myself little by little inside a bit further each time. His body was completely opened and he groaned when I went all the way in. I reached for his dick and started to jerk him at the same pace as I fucked him. His cock was very thick but not very long…

Alain submitted to my rhythm. I kept fucking his burning body and masturbating him like there was no tomorrow. By now he screamed, holding on to his trunk and this made me even crazier. I came violently deep inside his body and he bent forward, softly moaning, while I kept inundating him with my sperm. He had come as well and my hands were full of his juice. He came up a little and leaned with all of his weight against me. His body still trembled and was still impaled on my rod.

I stroked his cock and balls, which were all sticky from his cum. Alain turned his torso in my arms and kissed my lips.

- “Am I pardoned now?”

- “I’ll forgive you on one condition.”

- “What condition?” he asked surprised.

- “That we start over again, otherwise no pardon.”

- “You mean right now?”

- “Not necessarily. You might need to recover… But very soon, lots of times… I want to use and abuse your body.”

- “It so happens that I want yours too. I’ll get my pardon.”

I licked my sperm-soaked fingers and exclaimed:

- “Hmm…Not bad for the cum of a priest…”

- “Let’s see,” Alain demanded.

- I put one of my fingers in his mouth.

- “Puah, that’s bitter… How can anyone like this…?”

- “I’ll make you like mine, you will see. If you thought you could escape me cuming in your mouth, think again.”

- “Alright, anything you want. Tonight I am a defrocked and corrupted priest…”

Alain tried to straighten himself but I held him firmly against me, still having my dick planted inside his body. He groaned:

- “You are hurting me, I won’t be able to sit for a while…”

- “That’s a risk. You asked me to take you and I did.”

- “But you can let me go now…”

- “OK, take your freedom back if you need it that much…”

I pulled out. Alain gathered his clothes, redressed and we went back to the mansion. We were about to enter when he stopped me brusquely:

- “I want to ask a favor of you…”

- “Of course, what is it?”

- “Sleep with me. Since a long time I am thinking how wonderful it must be to fall asleep and wake up in the warmth of someone else’s arms.”

Alain went to take a shower and I joined him in his room after taking one myself. I tossed my bathrobe and stretched out naked beside him. The lamp on the nightstand put a pale golden glow in the clear green of his unbelievable eyes.

- “You must have made many hearts keel over with those eyes of yours,” I noted.

- “Maybe, I don’t know. Maybe… It has been a very long time…”

- “Are you kidding me?”

I got close to his face. Alain’s eyes had never the same shade. Their green was more or less blue tinted or gilded, often clear and very bright but it was sometimes shadowed. The irises were speckled with golden dots that could take on an incredible intensity.

- “You really are kidding me,” I started again. “You make me totally keel over. All those good sisters, I am sure they couldn’t help it either, seeing you. Not to mention the other priests who should been already mad with frustration. I tell you, lots of frocked hearts have over time crumbled around you.”

Alain blushed.

- “Don’t stir things that are behind me and were a pain to accept and to outrun…”

- “With a face like this, I can see very well what must have happened to you over time,” I insisted.

- “You are cynical, cruel and hurtful,” said Alain in a deadly voice. “All I am asking you is to sleep with me. If you are incapable of that and have come only to lecture me in a cheap grocery-store-moral, go back to your room. Having said that, good night.”

- “Alain, I am sorry,” I said all chastened. “Forgive me, I spoke too fast…anyway… I would never want to hurt you, not you…”

I embraced him tight in my arms and kissed him all over the face.

- “Alain, I beg you, forgive me…”

- “I told you how I think it, now it’s you who has to seek pardon from me for a few things…”

- “Yes, it’s true…”

- “Good Night.”

He fell asleep in my arms almost instantaneously but I lusted like crazy for him. I didn’t dare moving too much, afraid to wake him. My hard cock was nestled along the crack between his buttocks. I wanted to grab his dick full force with my hand. Finally, I did manage to fall asleep as well, dreaming of the body that I was holding.

The next morning, waking up, I saw Alain staring at me with his head resting on his elbow. He had pulled the cover off and watched me sleeping naked.

- “It’s a good thing that you didn’t have the idea to become a priest as well,” he said smiling maliciously, “The two of us, we would have made the whole clergy plunge into vice and dissolution.”

- “You are no longer angry with me?”

- “I was never angry with you,” he said kissing my lips gently. “Forget about it…”

I jumped on top of him, embracing him passionately and forcing his thighs apart. He moaned and opened them wide before me. I spit into my fingers and rubbed the saliva on the tip of my cock before placing it against his waiting sphincter. Alain opened his thighs still further pulling them up very high, moaning:

- “Take me… right now… oh yes, take me…”

I went inside him with a single thrust and without difficulty. He cried out and extinguished his voice in the pillow. I started to pound him as he moaned softly and held on to the headboard.

Waking up, my erection was often very hard but I came only with difficulty because of my full bladder. It took a long time of pounding and smashing Alain before I felt myself shooting deep in his stomach, and still, it wasn’t really very abundant. But he was completely tortured, the body trembling and soaked in sweat. He had cum already a while ago and white streaks were caught in the hair of his stomach and his chest.

I pulled out of him and took the forehead of his dick in my mouth to drink the few drops that still escaped to clean them off. Alain arched his back and moaned under the caresses of my tongue. I kissed the tip of his dick before licking the sperm that was scattered over his body. He put his hand between his buttocks, rubbed it in my cum and caressed himself with it gently.

- “I must look quite ridiculous,” he whispered.

- “I don’t know what you are trying to say.”

- “This position… And on top of it, I offer myself like…Like a…”

- “Stop before saying something stupid. Feel good in your body, be good in your head…feel good in your head, be good in your body. That’s the balance to find.”

- “I’ll think about it. It seems very simplistic at first sight but it may be a lot deeper than it seems…”

He got up soon after: “Your aunt Nanette will be worried if she doesn’t see me, usually I am downstairs much earlier…”

When I was ready myself I went looking for him but nobody could tell me where he was.

I decided to hop in the Jacuzzi and stayed there for a long time, wonderfully relaxed and not thinking at all. I was startled violently when a hand spread my bathing suit and a hot and wet mouth swallowed my dick all the way to the root. I vaguely distinguished the form of Alain’s body below the bubbles of hot water.

I gasped, breathing with difficulty and my body burned feverish. My rod had instantaneously become hard like a piece of wood and Alain stuffed it in, all the way to the end of his throat. He came up to the surface for a moment and plunged back immediately. Nobody had ever sucked me like this and I had the impression that my forehead would explode under the water and that my balls were swollen to pop.

Alain remained submerged very long, buffing my cock like crazy and coming up for air only for as long as he needed. I felt my rod swelling even more under the pressure of my rushing sperm and came violently in his mouth. He swallowed greedily my semen and sucked it to the last drop, staying under water for what seemed an unbelievably long time to me.

Then he abandoned my cock and surfaced on the other side of the Jacuzzi, licking his lips and installing himself comfortably. His clear eyes fixed me but they had a curious icy shine that I had never seen. Alain smiled at me stretching voluptuously and his look regained immediately its warmth and its sparks of gold, sweeping away the feeling of discomfort, which I had had for an instant.

After some coffee I hesitated between hanging out by the pool or to read on the terrace. Alain disappeared systematically after breakfast and I wasn’t counting on him. This time, however, he asked me to accompany him on a walk and I accepted immediately. We had barely taken the first few steps when he began a very technical conversation, which surprised me a bit. But then I picked the topic up and threw myself completely into the discussion…

Suddenly I realized that we had come to the same place where I had taken him the night before. He pinned me against the same pine tree and kissed me smack on the mouth. His tongue went digging in so deeply that I completely lost my breath, my temples were beating, and my head was totally empty.

He took my shirt off and unbuttoned my pants, still kissing me. I felt the return of the feverish shivers that rendered me crazy as soon as I thought of his body. Alain slid his hand between my buttocks and passed a finger over my anus.

- “What are you doing,” I cried out, trying to push him away…

- “I am taking you…I am fucking you, in other words. Don’t you like letting me take pleasure in your body?”

- “Yes, of course,” I gasped. “It’s just that I am… what’s called a top…I am not used to…”

For a split second I thought to see the same frosty glow passing through the green of his eyes that had already freaked me out earlier in the Jacuzzi.

- “Yesterday you took me and I am not used to it either, don’t you think…”

- “True… but you were asking me for it.”

- “Well, there is no other choice left but for you to ask me now…”

I was sweating blood… I would do anything to please Alain but at this very moment he almost frightened me… He kissed my lips and hypnotized me completely with his now burning eyes:

- “Come, offer yourself and ask me to take you deeply, to fill you with cum…”

- “I…I can’t…” I panted, “not like this…”

Alain turned me brutally around. He was a lot stronger than he looked. I fought with all my might and almost overtook him but he managed to nail me to the ground. He had a savage flicker in his eyes and his beauty captivated me completely…

- “Not a single move…” he whispered undressing.

His body hypnotized me while he removed his clothes very slowly, taking his sweet old time… I was no longer capable of moving even my little finger. Dominating me with all his weight, Alain smiled gently and slid his very thick and bulging dick over my lips and down the entire length of my torso.

He spread my thighs and drew me toward his hips, his cock wandering around my anus and pressing against it. I tensed and resisted whimpering.

- “If you don’t get on with it right now, I’ll smash your asshole all at once and you can scream your brains out, believe me…”

- “Take me…” I kept whimpering, feeling absolutely dominated…

- “Oh yes, I will take you…” said Alain, pushing a little deeper inside my body. “Keep asking, I love that…”

- “Take me, Alain… I want to feel you in my whole body…”

He pushed even further and the pain kept burning.

- “Take your pleasure, Alain…come…”

He was in completely now and his thick rod ripped my flesh. I moaned in pain and didn’t dare to move for fear to make it worse.

- “Good,” purred Alain. “All you have to do now is to make me cum…”

I had no choice. I started to move my hips, making his cock sliding back and forth inside me. I was in such pain that I didn’t think of anything but to make him cum all he wanted and as fast as possible to get it over with. I finished by crying:

- “…Alain, I beg you, give me your cum…give me all you’ve got…inundate me…I want that you fill me up…I want it all over… all over, Alain, fill me up, shoot all your cum in my body…I beg you, Alain…”

I jerked my hips like crazy and he fucked me so wild that I bounced of the ground with each thrust of his dick. I was less in pain and felt his rod slide easily in me. I even took a certain pleasure in it now, seeing this magnificent body, which I felt all the way inside me. I let myself go and actually began to mean what I was saying:

- “Oh Alain, I can feel you so well, so deep… all over my body… I so want that you give me your cum… I’m dying to get it…”

Alain’s body tensed arching and I felt the impact of his discharging semen in my stomach. I moaned and pressed my hips even more against his to feel him better inundating my body. His face was leaning on mine, almost inhumanly beautiful while he filled me with his sperm and I could have stayed this way hours and hours, letting him drown me in his juice.

Alain looked at me intensely: « That was absolutely fabulous. Fabulous! I can never thank you enough for the pleasure you gave me…”

- “You didn’t need to be that rough,” I remarked, “I was ready to do anything to please you…but this brutality…I had the impression you’d be capable to rape me…Yes, I think you could go that far… That scares me a little… Especially coming from you and with your past.”

- “You are completely out of your mind,” said Alain coldly. “I never raped anybody and I am incapable of it. Plus, it’s certainly not you who gives me the impression to be a rapist. It would be very difficult to find anyone more willing to be fucked than you.”

He stood up, collected his clothes and redressed in an instant without paying any more attention to me. Then he disappeared and I was left trying to get my thoughts into some sort of order.

I only saw him again at dinner. His presence caused me now a sort of discomfort that I really couldn’t push away. When it happened that our eyes met, I could find less and less of that warm gold that once had moved me so deeply. Like before he joined me on the terrace after the meal.

- “What is it that upsets you for one reason or another,” he asked me quietly.

His voice had a tone to make you faint. Warm, grave, purring, incredibly sensual, one had the impression of being drowned and transported by it.

- “I believe you can be dangerous,” I began.

But his lips engulfed mine, warm and soft like feathers. His body pressed softly against me and seemed to espouse all shapes. He began to rub and twist along my entire body. It was so sensual that all my doubts and worries were taken away in a single swoop and I felt nothing but an immense desire for him. It was so violent that I thought with horror of how I myself could very well be capable of raping him if this didn’t stop very soon.

But Alain kept wiggling over my body, putting me in a complete trance, and slid his hand in my pants.

- “Come,” he said, taking my cock firmly and pulling me toward him with it.

At the risk to be seen, he didn’t let go of me all the way to his room. He didn’t give me a chance to recover my senses and continued swiftly that unbelievable caress he made with his whole body, putting me in this sensual trance, which unhinged me completely. His lips and his tongue went over my body and seemed to be everywhere at the same time.

With his soft and hot tongue he licked the tip of my dick with vivid desire, which had the effect of an orgasm that flashed through me from head to toe… But already he was over my lips, over my nipples, under my testicles, licking softly and making me burn wherever he touched my skin.

Without stopping to be all over my body at the same time, he began to undress. While taking off his clothes, his movements evoked a sort of lustful dance, burning my skin with the caresses of his, as he gradually stripped himself. This flood of sensations he provoked was literally intolerable, it was enough to drive you mad enough for the asylum three times over in a triple straight jacket.

He turned around and lifted his leg, rubbing with his back against me, his buttocks stretched wide open. I found myself busting his ass, thrashing inside him as far as I could go, without even knowing how I got there. He continued his sensual and infernal dance, which put me in a delirious vortex where my dick was caught smack center in a completely demented storm.

I didn’t even feel when I started to cum; I had simply the impression that my entire body emptied itself, being swallowed by his. Despite, I wasn’t calming down. I was completely exhausted but my cock seemed almost harder than before and didn’t retreat by as much as a hair.

Alain moved me and I found myself stretched out on his bed with his body again impaled on my awfully painfully hard rod. He seemed to dance on me, welding my dick and I was again caught in his infernal whirlwind. I couldn’t do anything but to let myself be carried away and, in fact, all what happened after that is very confused and I remember practically nothing…

That day, Alain succeeded making me into a sex object and took care to definitely keep me in that state. I had accepted everything like a robot and he could do with me whatever he wanted, I underwent everything without questioning myself in the least. Day after day I was a little less ashamed and by the end I did things for him that I couldn’t ever tell anyone. They, even today, give me occasionally a hard time to watch my face in the mirror.

It all ended the day when he received a call from the Vatican. My aunt, who had picked up the phone, couldn’t get over it that Monseigneur I-don’t-know-who demanded to speak to Father Alain.

Alain took me to the side toward the end of the day.

- “Alright, I am leaving tomorrow. You’ll forget me and go on with your life as if we had never met.”

- “What? Why tomorrow? Why you have to leave over a call from the Vatican? What do they want from you?”

- “I am simply returning to my duties,” he said calm and smiling. “It has been already too long that I have neglected my obligations.”

- “You belong…to the Vatican!?” I asked swallowing with difficulty and totally falling apart.

- “But of course. Be assured I was never a priest in my life. Neither bishop nor cardinal either. So you can sleep peacefully when I am no longer here.”

I still didn’t realize just to which point Alain had been able to manipulate me since the first time I had seen him…

- “But what is it you do at the Vatican?”

- “I am kind of an Eminence Grise, if you like.”

- “And that name, Father Alain…It’s just humbug I suppose…like everything else.”

- “No, I really call myself this way, for convenience sake… It’s true though, inside the Vatican it is not my name…but what does it matter?”

- “Nothing, in fact,” I said bitter. “Nothing matters any more… You don’t exist. You are no more than a reflection… Everything you show of yourself is a fake. Even your eyes, so clear that one thinks they are an open book of your soul; they are nothing more than a reflection with which you play as you like. You are a fake, your voice, your smile, your look, your words, your body…your body is a mere tool for you that you use masterfully but it also is as fake as the rest…”

- “You are wrong,” said Alain, his voice perfectly calm and still smiling. “The time we had together isn’t a fake. You gave me everything I truly needed, believe me. I might have played with my assets but only to arrive at something very real, I assure you.”

“Something very real!” I laughed bitterly. “Don’t talk to me any more… Besides, everything has been said, I suppose…”

Father Alain, very dignified and so divinely beautiful, kept gazing at me for a few moments. His clear eye shone with sparks of warm gold…then it froze over little by little. He smiled still as he turned away. That was the last time that I saw him.

Fin