The Holy Vengeance of the Apostle

By Pueros

(They’ll be talking about us but who cares? This is again dedicated to Erik, as well as Zelamir!)

(Melbourne, Australia, one Sunday)

For obvious reasons, Father John and his three altar boys, Matthew, Mark and Luke, were called ‘the Four Apostles’ by the congregation. The quartet seemed a happy combination until, spurred on by events in the United States, the boys wrote a letter of complaint, signed by all three, to the Bishop. As a consequence, all hell let loose.

The Bishop, not wanting to be accused of similar complacence, if not compliance, alleged against his American brethren immediately passed the letter on to the Victoria State Police. The ultimate result was the very public arrest and trial of the priest, whose appellation derived not from a Christian forename relating to the eponymous Apostle but rather a surname that had roots in Welsh ancestry. The man was granted bail but was also suspended and banished from his parish as the whole distasteful and, for the Catholic Church and the accusers and accused, embarrassing matter was debated in court, as well as the media.

For legal reasons, Matthew, Mark and Luke had remained unnamed in the media reports. However, everyone in the local community, a quiet prosperous suburb of Australia’s second largest city, knew who had accused Father John of sexual molestation, including buggery. However, the popular boys had tried to carry on as normal with their lives, with the help of their family and friends. On this particular Sunday, the day before the trial judge was scheduled to ask the jury to consider its verdict, undoubted by everyone because of the overwhelming evidence, the three 14 year-olds had, after morning services, conducted by a stand-in priest, thankfully known by the Bishop to have no homosexual predilections whatsoever, played in a game of Rugby for their school. The lads were therefore partly attired in their school uniforms as they subsequently performed their usual voluntary chores within the grounds of their church on the afternoon of the Sabbath. All of the trio had discarded their blazers and ties but retained their white buttoned shirts, short grey shorts, long mauve socks and shiny black laced shoes. Unlike many teenagers in other countries, none felt uncomfortable with the fact that they were still not permitted to wear long trousers whilst attending their private academy, an attitude assisted by the prevailing climate.

Matthew was engaged in mowing the spacious lawn, interspersed by several thickets of trees, which surrounded his now silent and empty church, whilst Mark was supposed to be brushing the internal aisles. Luke, having attended to the copious arrays of flowers spread around the cavernous modern building, went, as usual, to sit in the confessional. The 14 year-old like to perform this weekly ritual amidst his chores, a preference Father John and his successor humoured. However, on this occasion, the boy had to wait a while because the new priest was late in arriving at the adjacent cubicle.

Luke instantly recognised that the adult voice he now heard was not that of the replacement priest, as it did not possess an Australian accent but rather an unfamiliar Irish one. However, the fair-haired blue-eyed 14 year-old was soon put at his ease when the man gave a reasonable explanation as to why he was temporarily covering for the other cleric.

“Forgive father, for I have sinned,” Luke commenced as customary before describing the inconsequential aberrations of a lively but essentially virtuous 14 year-old during the past week. As usual, his beautiful face turned bright red when he felt compelled to confess to sins of the flesh. It was something Father John had always required of him, although not necessarily for reasons of absolution, and a graphic description of the boy’s masturbatory pastimes was now also cajoled by the Irishman, to both the surprise and acute embarrassment of the young teenager.

“I need to know precisely what you’ve done to grant forgiveness” the Priest explained. Luke therefore truthfully provided the required response. “I sleep only in my underpants,” the abashed boy advised, “but I remove them whilst I play with myself. This happened every night since last Sunday. I can’t remember exactly but this was sometimes whilst looking at pictures in the Playboy magazine I recently borrowed from a friend or on certain internet websites. I have a computer in my bedroom.” The deeply humiliated 14 year-old thought that he had imparted enough information but the Irish voice wanted more. “And then what happens?” the appalled teenager was asked.

“I develop the most marvellous feeling,” Luke honestly described, “whilst rubbing myself as at look at the naked women. Finally, I usually close my eyes as I cum into the toilet paper I’ve placed in my hand.” There was a lengthy silence from the adjacent cubicle after this revelation from the sweet angelic voice of the altar boy. The 14 year-old was not to learn until later that this was caused by the priest’s own masturbatory climax, which spurted semen all over the inside of his side of the confessional.

The sudden quiet finally induced the boy to enquire “Are you still there, Father?” The 14 year-old received his answer when the curtain to his own cubicle suddenly opened to reveal Father John, in casual attire and with a small pistol in his hand. The priest, an ardent member of a shooting club, had had most of his large collection of guns and rifles confiscated after his arrest by the police, as his licence to hold such weaponry was withdrawn. However, unfortunately for Matthew, Mark and Luke, he had successfully managed to secrete one.

“Nice to see you again, Luke, but I'm afraid that I can't grant you absolution” Father John declared, now without his pretend Irish accent and with clear malice as opposed to friendliness. The terrified boy was speechless but still managed subsequently to comply with an instruction from the Priest, one that he had reluctantly obeyed many times before. “Strip!” the smirking man had commanded.

The petrified Luke shed his clothing in the cubicle of the confessional and, as he did so, the priest’s cock, softened by his earlier orgasm, re-hardened at observing the delicious striptease. The blushing boy slowly unbuttoned his shirt before removing it from his sublime upper torso. The 14 year-old had then concentrated on his footwear before attending to his shorts. Eventually, the only cover that remained was his dark blue briefs, seductively skimpy, especially at the sides, and sporting a pleasant bulge at the front.

Luke’s face turned a deeper red as his hands began to push his last sparse garment downwards but, as usual, Father John’s own visage brightened at the delectable sight of still hairless genitalia that now emerged. Despite having pleasured himself already, the Priest could not resist temptation as the boy’s undergarment was finally added to the pile of discarded clothing.

“Turn around and lean against the cubicle wall,” Father John ordered and Luke, observing the look of both lust and cruel determination in the Priest’s eyes, seen so many times previously, complied, an act now encouraged by the gun in the man’s hand. The naked 14 year-old spread his legs and lent his hands against the ornate carved wood of the confessional, bending his back so that his bottom was presented correctly for the cleric’s pleasure.

Like Matthew and Mark, it was a stance that Luke had shamefully and degradingly adopted many times over the past three years since becoming an altar boy, although usually in other locations. Father John had regularly enjoyed the youngsters’ bodies primarily in the vestry after church services, although occasionally his pleasures were secured elsewhere, such as in one of the outside thickets or in his own bedroom in the priest’s house.

Father John had successfully secured the silence of his young victims for so long by manipulatively blaming them for their own ordeals. He accused the naïve boys of ruthlessly seducing him into temptation, warning that they would be revealed to the whole world as homosexual whores, condemned to eternal damnation in the eyes of God and his true Church, if they ever told anyone. The priest had also cleverly kept Matthew, Mark and Luke unaware of the fact that he was molesting each of them.

Matthew, Mark and Luke had ingenuously, and with a deep sense of guilt and shame, believed Father John’s words until growing maturity and the news from America encouraged them to reveal their awful experiences to each other. It had been the revelation that all three had been abused, and that their abuser had tried to cover his tracks in the same way, that had finally encouraged the 14 year-olds to complain to the bishop. However, they had actually hoped for the removal of the priest from his post rather than a very public prosecution. Nevertheless, they had bravely co-operated fully with the subsequent enquiry.

Luke, gorgeous smooth naked body clean and sweet smelling after his post-Rugby shower, was rewarded for assuming his demeaning posture by the sound of a trouser zip being pulled down and a large cockhead then being pressed against his sphincter. The boy’s subsequent yelp as Father John’s erection entered his innards was not too loud, as his anus had been defiled by the priestly appendage many times previously. However, as usual, tears came to the blue 14 year-old eyes, although not as a result of pain. The lachrymal glands had been brought into action by shame at experiencing the customary delight of having his prostrate stimulated, an action that resulted in the now common hardening of his own penis, a reaction encouraged by the unarmed hand of the rapist.

It did not take long for Father John to induce several spurts of 14 year-old semen to spray onto the confessional wall, quickly followed by adult sperm deep inside a young rectum. After eventually removing his temporarily satisfied member from inside Luke, the priest rewarded the boy for his part in providing him yet again with much pleasure by smacking the lad’s lustrous buttocks, now dribbling some white fluid, hard with the hand unoccupied by the gun.

Luke heard a zip refasten before his rapist commanded “Now, treacherous tart, it’s time to perform a certain duty at the altar!” The aghast and deeply frightened 14 year-old nude soon found himself walking up the empty church’s central aisle. However, the boy’s fear was not only caused by his own disturbing circumstance but also by the sight of a naked and gagged Mark, tied spreadeagled to the altar table.

“Go to your friend,” Father John commanded and Luke obliged, noticing a look of absolute terror in his fellow 14 year-old’s eyes, as well as the presence of a knife between the naked boy’s splayed legs, when he moved alongside the bound Mark. “Remove his gag,” the Priest, who had stopped some distance away, now ordered and the young teenager, still naked and dribbling cum from both his cock and anus, again obeyed.

“Pick up the knife,” was the next instruction, “and cut his balls off!”

The horrified Luke looked at Father John, who was still pointing the gun at him, and suggested in a quaking voice “You can’t be serious!” “I’m very serious,” the Priest retorted with disturbing confidence, “if I can’t enjoy the pleasure of fondling them anymore, I’m determined that no-one else will. You have twenty seconds to sever his ball sac. If you don't oblige me, I’ll kill you both!” He emphasised his point by cocking his pistol.

“Please, I can’t,” the boy begged but just received the number “20” in response, quickly followed by “19”. It was now that Mark intervened. Father John had sadistically informed the appalled 14 year-old of his intent whilst binding him to the altar. The lad advised his close friend, in a quivering voice that in no way belied his bravery and whilst the mad man was announcing “18….17….16”, “You’ll have to, Luke, he means it. He’ll really kill us if you don’t. I’d sooner have no balls than no life!”

“I can’t,” screamed Luke but Mark just said “Please you must as I don’t want to die!” whilst Father John continued his relentless countdown.

Luke eventually picked up the knife when the number “10” echoed around the church. He briefly considered throwing the weapon at Father John but rapidly realised that the mad man was standing too far away to achieve any success at harming him. The same reason, along with appreciation that the priest was an expert shot, caused the naked boy also to reject the idea of trying to charge and stab him. However, his glance towards the cleric had verified his friend’s assertion, as it was clear from the look on the insane face that the holder of the gun would soon have no compunction in using the weapon if his order was not carried out.

“6” Father John advised simultaneous to a now screaming plea of “Do it!” from Mark. It was therefore with fulsome tears and shaking hand that Luke presented the sharp blade of the knife to his friend’s scrotum. The boy began his awful incision to the accompanying shout of “4” from the priest and a blood-curdling agonised shriek from the 14 year-old victim, as well as spurts of blood and amazingly semen.

Father John stopped his count at “2” when Luke, close to fainting in intense disgust at what he had just perpetrated on his friend, turned to show the priest the young ball sac now present in his bloodstained left hand. The pleased mad marksman then lowered the aim of his gun.

Matthew heard the shots ring out but was in no position to go to the aid of his friends inside the church, as the gagged boy was bound immovably to a tree, hidden from view in one of the outside thickets. The stripped 14 year-old had already been informed by Father John that the priest would be returning to emasculate him as soon as he had done the same to his friends.

The replacement priest also heard the the noise of the gun being fired but, like Matthew, could not help the altar boys, as he was bound and gagged too, albeit in his bedroom in the priest's house.

(Copacabana Beach, Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, one week later)

The Australian authorities had not only made the mistake of granting Father John bail but also failed to confiscate the priest’s passport. The mad man was therefore beginning his comfortable secret exile in Brazil by eyeing the many pretty boys, dressed in skimpy speedos, who were playing in the hot sunshine on the famous Copacabana Beach.

Father John had been happily received by another churchman who lived in Rio and with whom he had shared several years in a particular seminary, as well as each other’s forms and those of some altar boys, when they had been trainee priests. The mad man was looking forward to his new life, as his longstanding friend had often told him about the free availability of young male flesh in Brazil, especially that of the many street children. Not only did no-one care about these waifs but also the police often culled them to reduce crime, the discovery of the bodies of murdered youngsters being an everyday occurrence in the vast country.

Meanwhile, in a hospital in Melbourne thousands of miles away, three new 14 year-old eunuchs were recovering from their terrible ordeal at the mad man’s cruel hands.

THE END

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THE HOLY VENGEANCE OF THE APOSTLE

by Pueros