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Travis couldn't help but follow his father down the halls of the church, disobeying his orders. The blond headed 6-year-old tailed him down countless doors and halls, each repeating themselves like a maze of sorts. Travis silently followed his father without him noticing through giant doorway, which had a lion tangled-up on both sides.
Travis wasn't following his dad because he
wanted
to disobey him, no, he wanted to know where he was taking his best friend.
A friend he made only a couple months ago when they moved into the town of Nockfell. His friend’s blue hair made him a target to the elementary bullies, the mask on his face made the situation for his friend no better. Even Travis had never seen his face, but Travis could not help but feel a connection between them.
They seemed to grow closer with each day they chatted with each other, finding out more and more of what they had common ground on. Like how they both were living with their fathers, their mothers passed away and supposedly in heaven. Then there was the fact they shared the same church.
Travis was brought out of his terrible memories when his father, the priest of the church, went through one final door. Assuming they were alone, the priest didn't lock, nor even shut, the door behind him and the blue haired 7-year-old boy.
Travis' friend wore nothing but a white dress, one they gave to the sunday school girls on special days. On those special days the church would always sing to them, thank them, and then Travis would never see the little girls again. Not until months after, and even then he couldn't recognize the former excited little girls anymore, thinking they were a completely different people with how emotionless they had become. His father called the event a solo choir offering, in which he told the parents of the little girls that they would sing a special song to God, which they had to do without the influence of their parents.
Travis didn't want to see his friend change like that, nor did he want to miss him for several months, so that was the other reason why he followed the two of them. He wanted to finally know what happened to the girls in white dresses. He wanted to know what would happen to
his friend
.
Travis didn't walk through the door, but instead he peered through the small slit, the bright light of the candle shining through the crack. Travis held his breath as he watched his father lift his blue haired friend onto the stone table in the middle of the room. Travis watched closely as he saw the blue eyes of his best friend look curiously around the room they were in.
“Alright,” his father began. “Now we are going to have a little fun. Don't worry, your father says it's alright to … play this game with us.”
“Us?” The blue haired masked boy said.
Travis saw several members of the church come into view, wearing long robes with hoods. There were 3 other people, Travis recognizing each one of them, their faces slightly visible. They were the brothers of the church. His father had told him about when the brothers and he would meet together.
He had told Travis that one day he would would be taking up the role that his father had, but Travis had never heard about this ‘game' they were about to play.
Travis watched with curious eyes as one of the brothers began to touch his friend, first on the shoulder, then grazing across his chest. His father stepped back and watched as the other brothers joined in with the first, caressing the little blue haired boy repeatedly, over several parts of his body.
The boy was nervous, but he stayed silent, biting his lip. One of the brothers lifted the white dress past his hips, exposing the boy's underwear.
The kid blushed and pulled the dress back down, “W-what kinda game is this?” he whined, embarrassed, but was forced onto his back, hands held down by one of the brothers.
Father chuckled, “this is nothing but a game of the church, you shouldn't feel so flustered. Relax, feel honored.” Father felt around his religious gown, rubbing something protruding from hip area under the cloth. “You, my dear son, are the first little boy to commemorate themselves to the church like you are doing. Only the girls of the church have participated in such activities with us, that brings great … pleasure. To you, and us.”
The father’s strange diction confused Sally, and even Travis didn't understand what he said. Travis felt strange tingling in his lower stomach as he watched the brothers completely remove his friend's white dress.
“Now, son of the lord, angel which has blessed us, share your body
and
your voice to these kind takers. To these brothers of the church. To the members of the cult.”
Each brother took their turn feeling the soft skin of the boy, licking his nipples, sucking on his smooth skin. Each engrossing themselves in his flavour and his scent.
“Tell me son, what is your name? What shall we call out while we play our little game?”, a brother asked.
The kid's blush was growing darker with every moment he spent with his bare back on the concrete table. “M-my names Sal. Sal Fisher.”
“Mmm, Sal, what about Sally, it flows better," the second brother offered.
“And when we get busy, it'll come out better than Sal," a third brother joined in.
The first brother took the next step in their little game, tugging on the boy’s small underwear, peeking at his uncircumsized cocklet.
The blue haired kid closed his legs tightly, hoping to keep his underwear on his hips, “D-don't go down there!”
The brother pried his legs apart and pulled him to the edge of the table, pinning his knees to the corners. “No, no, if you struggle, the father will punish you”, he then forcibly pulled the underwear completely off, and the boy closed his eyes. The brother lowered his head to suck on his little penis.
Travis bit his lip as he couldn't take his eyes off his now naked friend, lying helpless on the table while three of the brothers ganged up on him, holding him down. While Travis wanted to, he couldn't barge in and tell them to stop, as his father was still there. He would be punished if his father knew that he had followed them down here.
Travis contemplated going back upstairs, to just run away, but he couldn't. He didn't want to leave his friend. He heard the screams and pleads from Sally for the brothers to stop, but they didn't. And Travis couldn't help. Instead he unconsciously licked his lips.
“Don't, don't do this to me! Stop it!” Sally cried out, tears streaming down his cheeks, barely leaking out from underneath the monotone mask he wore. He struggled to get out of the brother's hold, but he was too weak and his body had no muscle.
As though he was begging for something, one of the brothers, the one sucking on the cocklet, thanked God repeatedly. He untied the rope keeping his dark robe closed, an erection standing tall appeared. “Thank you God, thank you for giving me such gifts, an angel, oh gracious God!”
Inching closer to Sally’s pink hole, he pressed his finger against it, prepping the anal tunnel. Sally tried to scream, to tell him to stop, but the other brother grabbed his cheeks and twisted his head to direct his face to the right side of his body.
“So glad we are finally getting to the good stuff,” this brother also whipped out his penis, “I've been hard this entire time.” Shoving the throbbing cock in the boy’s face, he managed to remove the white mask completely just so he could stick his dick into the boy’s mouth.
Sal tried to bite down on the large meat stick which was stopping him from crying for help, but every time the brother felt teeth, he slapped Sal across his bare stomach, training the boy not to let his teeth even dare to touch his penis.
As the last brother was feeling left out, he finally pulled out his dick and used the child's hand he was holding down to rub his cock. Sighing a breath of sweet relief he masturbated with the small, soft hand.
The first brother was still trying to press into Sal's anus, now attempting to insert his cock, but it was too big to penetrate such a small hole. The precum wasn't enough lube to help slip into the tightness, so the brother had to spit onto the pulsing hole.
The boy never stopped crying, feeling the man push in harder and harder, until finally the head of his penis passed the band of flesh. Sally felt immediate pain, uncontrollably clenching his jaw down and earning yet another painful slap to his now reddened stomach.
“Mmmmm, nice and warm. Bet you were just waiting to engulf my dick like this, huh Sally?” the brother moaned as he slowly pushed forward, forcing himself further in. It wasn't long before the brother started moving inside the boy, rubbing back and forth, gradually getting even deeper inside Sal.
Travis felt a sting in his lower stomach as he watched intently, feeling his own face heat up when he watched his best friend being overpowered by the three adults.
Travis looked down, seeing his shorts have a bulge inside of it, and he realized that the pleasurable pain was coming from there. He unzipped the little zipper of his tan shorts and felt the bulge grow bigger as his fingers grazed across it through his underwear. Travis touched it again, and again, eventually rubbing it repeatedly, feeling a great pleasure come from what he noticed was his own penis.
He pulled the tiny cocklet out of his pink underwear, providing skinship to the almost hot to the touch appendage. Before Travis knew it he was breathing heavily, his mind going in circles, sounds of slapping, pleading, praying and moaning ringing in his ears.
He looked back up to see that the brothers had flipped Sally over and the one penetrating his ass was holding him up on his knees. The two other brothers switched positions and respectively continued to get a blowjob and a handjob. Tears still streamed down Sal's face, his eyes red and puffy. His stomach and buttcheeks were also bright cherry red from repeated slapping.
A bulge could be seen protruding from Sal's stomach, the cock being pushed so deep into the boy's body.
“Hey I think I'm getting close,” moaned the brother holding Sal's hips, “Here, someone else pick it up,” with that he removed himself from the boy’s anus, and so did the one who was in his mouth. They switched spots, the new brother shoving his dick into the boy without a warning. Sally screamed, his mouth finally being free.
Rubbing an orgasm out, the brother cummed all over Sally's back, the white sticky substance spreading over the unusually pale back of the boy. It was warm and disgusting as it slipped down his sides and dripped off his bulging stomach.
The brother who had successfully pleasured himself walked over to the masturbating priest and bowed, thanking him. The preacher gave him his blessing and the brother tied his robe back up and left the room. Travis hid behind the door in the shadows as he passed.
His heart was beating fast, but as soon as the brother had walked far enough away, he looked back through the now smaller crack in the door. He couldn't see his father anymore, but he still had a clear view of his best friend being as lewd as possible. He continued to rub on his own cock as he licked his lips, wishing he could taste what the brothers had feasted on.
The two remaining brothers continued this activity for what seemed like hours, but was only minutes. One was still fucking Sal's ass, and the other was stuffing his mouth, making his lips swollen and red. The tears had already dried out and Sal could only whimper with each painful thrust. Sal felt emotionless now, his body being only a fucktoy to the brothers, and when they were done with him, they would leave.
Sally pondered this for awhile as he felt the tingling numbness from his reddened buttcheeks, from both the hip pounding and the several painful slaps to his ass by the brother behind him. Sal could barely focus, his mind blurred and a mess, he couldn't even hear the moans and the sex-talk of the two brothers speaking, but finally the next brother was at his limit.
He bent down over the boy’s back, wrapping his large muscular arms around his thin frame, latching onto the edge of his own elbows for support. The brother rolled his hips, and bucked as hard as he could, the friction between his dick and Sal's boy pussy making the pleasure overwhelming.
The brother was going for another thrust into the boy, until he was reminded by the preacher, “Now brother remember,
defile to a degree.
”
With that the man sighed heavily, and pulled out, flipping Sally over and cumming all over his stomach. Sal shivered with disgust, lukewarm liquid gliding down the side of his belly.
The brother getting a blowjob tugged on Sal's head, face fucking him, until he too was at his unbearable limit. He thrusted as deep as possible into Sal's throat, hearing the boy gag and practically choke on his dick.
Sally laid motionless as the last brother tucked his dick back inside his robe, and backed away from the boy. He placed himself and was dismissed by the father.
“Oh Sally, what a good boy you have been for the brothers tonight,” the father walked forward, his massive cock in his hands, still fully erect. “Sadly, tonight is almost over and I need to return you to your father.”
He lifted Sal up by his hair, his body limp, the boy looking into the priest’s eyes without emotion, the baby blue eyes staring into the distant nothingness.
“Looks like you enjoyed tonight, might invite you to another one of our little,
sacrificial gatherings
,” the Father chuckled, guiding his penis towards Sal's lips. “It would be nice for you to wrap your tight little ass around my cock, I'd bet you'd like it.” .
Sal felt the huge dick slide across lips and then onto his tongue, the musky smell and strange taste overriding his already dull senses. He gagged a little when the priest went as far as possible down his throat. He hadn’t even recovered from the last activity, but this time he knew to breath through his nose, sticking his tongue out slightly to fit more of the bulky penis.
With a few swift face fucking thrusts, the priest cummed inside Sal’s mouth, the white semen gliding down Sally’s cheek. “Since you have been blessed tonight and you have provided to the church, what do you say?”
Sally wiped the cum from his face, swallowing what was still left in his mouth, “Thank you Father.” Sal recited the one thing the priest had told him to do once the night was over. If the boy knew all this was going to happen, he would have gladly declined, but now was too late.
“Good boy, now get dressed and head back to the main foyer.” The priest picked up Sally’s white gown off the floor and used it to clean Sal's face and body, making sure not to leave any obvious signs of lust and adultery.
Travis on the other hand could feel the tightness in his small pale penis, and a sense of fear and guilt. He touched the tip through the precum, feeling a strange sensation run through him, and he stuck his 6-year-old hands further down his pants to feel and squeeze his balls, satisfying his first erection. As he watched his dad redress Sal, he had a silent orgasm. When he saw the two make way to the door, Travis hid behind the closest pillar, out of sight.
“Come now Sally, your dad must be waiting,” the two of them walking quickly towards the hall, Sal holding tightly onto the Father’s hand. Travis walked swiftly behind them, not making a sound.
Once the two made it all the way up the stairs through the hallways, Sal was greeted by his dad. “Sal, how was your solo choir offering thing?” he said obviously confused about the event his son was chosen for.
Sal was quiet, so the priest spoke for him, “He was great when he sang to God, his voice was a blessing. You should be very proud of your son.” The priest pushed the emotionless boy to his father.
Sal slowly walked to his dad, “Thank you, I am,” answered Sal's dad as he patted the boy on the back.
Travis watched from around the corner behind the group, he thought it was a good time to come into the conversation. He ran up his dad, “is Sal about to go home?” The priest nodded, “Bye Sal.”
Travis walked and hugged Sally, giving him the soft affection he hadn't experience all night. Sal came out of his lax attitude and gave a kind smile, bringing up his arm to hug his best friend back.
Finally after a few minutes, the priest broke up their moment, pulling his son away and watching the two blue-haired people as they walked out of the church.
Travis waved to his best friend, and continued as the door shut behind him.