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What a wonderful
and sinspirational Easter. Peter appearing
in the Easter
pageant held by
the private group of clergy led by
Reverend Bob was
just
amazing. His mom
and dad were so proud of him, as was I.
We were invited
of
course because
after all Peter was playing the starring
role of Jesus. We
had wonderful
dinner served by seminary students dressed as
roman soldiers
who wore nothing
under their short skirts. Their beautiful
teenage dicks and
balls were free
for us to fondle all we pleased. During
dessert and after
dinner liqueurs,
the seminary students gathered at the back
of the hall.
Then most
impressive recorded music filled the room. It was
from some epic
film score, but I
couldn't remember which one. However it
was most
appropriated. The
lights dimmed and a follow spot worked by
Father Sebastian
hit the rear
double doorway. Through the door came two
seminary students
with spears,
followed by the star Peter. Peter, playing
Christ, was bare
assed naked of
course, his beautiful teenage dick and balls
swinging. They
must have been
masturbating him before the show because
while he was not
totally hard, his
cock was thick and long and leaking. His
slender body is
putting some
muscle on it from all the exercise he is
getting around
the
farm, and even
though he still looks youthful and lean, I
can tell he is
maturing. He was
beautiful. He had a real crown of thorns
on his head, and
blood trickled
down his sensual, sexy teenage face. As an
inspirational
touch thought up
by Pastor Bob, Peter also had a tiny crown
of thorns around
his dickhead, and
the tender dickskin was punctured just
enough for it to
bleed too. It
wasn't until he passed me that I noticed he
also had large
thorns stuck into
his scrotum. He stumbled down the aisle
made between the
two long tables,
supporting on his shoulders a life sized
wooden cross. It
was a heavy
fucker too, I can tell you that. The boy
struggled under
the
weight. Behind
him, two more seminarians of about nineteen
or twenty,
dressed in full
Roman harness, but wearing no skirt so
their dicks and
balls
swung naked too,
urged Peter to move faster by lashing him
with short whips.
With all the
music and blood, and Peter screaming in pain,
it was very
moving indeed. When
Peter faltered or fell, they would
whip his ass
globes
until he
continued his journey. We could see the lash marks
on the pale ass
cheeks.
Pete's mom was so
thrilled she said out loud, "That's my
son playing
Jesus!"
Most of the
clergy seated at the dining tables had their
dicks out and
were
masturbating. The red swollen lash marks on Peter's
ass mounds turned
into gashes which
started to bleed. The One of the "Roman
soldier"
boys
ordered Peter to
stand still and spread his legs. The
soldeiers took
turns
then lashing
their whips up between his legs to hit his
ball sack!
Peter's
screams of
anguish filled the room, and filled our eyes
with tears. How
our
Lord must have
suffered on that fateful day so long ago.
They were not
satisfied beating
his nuts, until the poor testicles
slapped back and
forth
from the power of
the blows and the fuckbag turned red.
Then they whipped
his back to get
him once more lugging the wooden cross.
When they reached
the front of the room, they tied Peter
to the cross. Of
course they could
hammer real nails into the boy's hands
and feet, as we
didn't want the
boy seriously damaged and this was only a
play, but in
honor
of our Lord's
suffering, they did stick long pins, the size
of knitting
needles into the
palms of his hands and then through to the
wood.
Symbolically,
they also stuck shorter thinner pins into his
dick stalk and
fucksack! Peter
was out of his mind with pain, and to think
he did all this
with only two
rehearsals. Hank said it seemed the boy did
have a natural
talent for the
stage. I had to agree. Watching his big
teenage toes curl
in
pain and the spit
fly from his lips, I got a bad case of
leaking dick!
"I can't
wait to get my son home and fuck him," Hank
said.
Peter was hung on the cross which was then set
into
it's stand
specially
built for the
occasion. Then while he hung there, the
seven last words
of
Christ were
played on the sound system, backed by wonderful
music, to which
Peter's live
screams added so much. When he called out for
water just as
Jesus did,
Several of the Priests and ministers jerked off
onto a sponge
which was then
held on a long stick for Peter to suck on.
Some of the
soldiers taunted
him by holding lit matches under his dick.
Then they got
the idea to stick
five matches into the pisshole of his
prick and light
them. It was
beautiful. They turned the lights in the room
down so the only
thing we could
see was Peter's burning dickhead. Of course
they put it out
before much
damage could be don. He will have few blisters
for a week or so,
but nothing
serious. Now I know that that business never
really happened
to
Christ, but we
figured if Mel Gibson in his much lauded
film could take
such
terrible
liberties and be universally praised by Christians
for them, why
shouldn't we. I
mean, Mr.Gibson knows that Biblically
Christ only
received
thirty nine
lashes, but in his film, he got over two
hundred or more!
So,
what is wrong
with adding a bit of burning penis? I know
you are wondering
how our boy Peter
managed to hang for so long by his tied
limbs without
serious damage to
his young body. Well, this is the
creative part.
There was
a nicely carved
wooden dick of thirteen inches. One inch
for every
disciple
and one for
Jesus. This wooden dick was thrust up Peter's
asshole, which as
you know, by now
could accommodate it perfectly, so
actually Peter
was
seated on the
wooden dick, with only a moderate amount of
weight on his
arms...just
enough to really hurt.
Pete's mom was
crying from the beauty of it all, and his
dad and I were
both masturbating
like crazy, along with the assorted
clergy in the
room.
The one of the
soldiers reached up and masturbated Peter's
dick! He got it
red and throbbing
and leaking and left it that way, still
with the crown of
thorns more and
more deeply embedded right behind the
cockhead.
It was the most inspirational Easter I have
ever sat
through. After
the
show, the clergy
all gang fucked Peter in his mouth and
asshole. They
also
used several very
large crucifixes on his asspussy, and two
huge brass
candlesticks. One
of the most touching sights of the whole
evening was Peter
crawling on all
fours, blood running off of and out of his
body, with a
fifteen inch
brass candlestick impaled up his ass! Ah those
special teenage
years. Any older
and the sight would not have been half so
erotic.
I thanked the clergy by inviting them to be
guests at our
special wedding
ceremony to be
held between Peter and the Stallion with the
largest dick in
the stable. This
would not be for some time yet, as I am
leaving the
country
for the Middle
East next week, and we still have to get
Peter opened up
some. We are
going to have him practice with a Shetland
Pony next week,
the
animal finally
arrived. A sudden burst of wintry cold
weather has also
put
our plans on hold
a bit. Not because we are concerned about
Peter being
naked in the
freezing cold, oh no, he cleans the barns
naked every day
and
must be naked
when he jerks off and blows the horses, but
because the cold
make it too
uncomfortable for us viewers.
The pony dick is only sixteen inches long, so
kind of
a
disappointment,
but it is quite thick, thicker than my
forearm. The
stallion's dick
is twenty three inches long, and the poor
horse needs a
girlfriend badly.
So we have to prepare Peter for that.
But for the
present, we are all so proud of him and the
part he played in
our Easter celebration.
It was the best Easter ever for
many of us, and I
am
sure one which
Peter will never forget.
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