Israel Angel Vol. 1 – Chapter 2 – No Half Steppin

Since Pastor Cali founded the Fruits of Life COGIC, the congregation has grown, the tythes have begun to flow into church bank accounts and the pastor and his deacons have seen increasingly large amounts of their own seed flowing into the tight asses of troubled youth in the community. The basketball court, air-conditioned rec room with a widescreen TV and the latest games, cookouts, pizza parties and more, have proven a good investment as word has spread that the church is a cool place to hang out and Pastor Cali’s down and dirty sermons after a service fueled by rock music, hand clapping, and communion with the spirit, are not a bad way to spend Sunday evening. Pastor Cali can read a room and he knows that his target audience is not prone to bouncing out of bed early on a Sunday morning.

It gives an extra tingle to Pastor Cali’s very full balls when parents take an active interest in sending their sons to Fruits of Life. These Good Christians have no idea the kind caring hands they are pushing their sons into. Make no mistake these young men are cared for. They are cared for very well. Just not in the way their mothers imagine, certainly not in the way that fathers would approve of. But the pastor and his deacons have discovered that the right blend of religious propaganda combined with a boy’s naturally overheated libido make them willing, and eventually even eager, participants in the perverse rituals these men use for spiritual education.

Israel Angel was one of those boys. A fine, strapping example of young manhood, with a pretty face, a sculpted body, and an innocent demeanor sure to put a hard cock into any man’s pants who has a taste for boy’s asses. He conveniently lived across the street from Deacon Johnsyn who made a point of introducing himself to Israel’s stepfather. It was no trouble at all to convince a man who was already eaten up with the guilt of being an absentee stepfather that the safeguard for his stepson’s future lay in the hands of this upright man of God.

Israel’s first visit to the church left him with the impression that it was not a painful experience considering that it would get his over protective parents off of his back. Of course, his welcome into the congregation was somewhat more painful when Deacon Johnsyn took him back to the ritual chamber and forced his fat cock deep into the boy’s untouched hole to anoint him with holy seed and mark him as a member of the church.

It’s important, though, to quickly bring the boys under the full control of the church leadership, there is no room for second thoughts, back sliding, or half stepping. It’s all or nothing and these men make sure their boys are all in. Especially a boy as fine as Israel Angel. To that end, after his anointing he was summoned to the church, blind folded, and led into the ritual chamber.

Eventually, they may find a favorite among the deacons, or simply be claimed by a deacon himself, but first they must be taught that it is their duty to willingly serve any Churchman who requires their service. Israel had found his first encounter with Deacon Johnsyn to be shocking and completely unexpected. After it was over, he was confused and uncertain, but he had to admit to himself that by the time the deacon plowed his load into his no longer virgin hole, it had begun to feel good.

Since that evening, he had not been able to get it out of his mind, alternating between being afraid it would happen again and hoping that it would. When Deacon Johnsyn picked Israel up to take him to the church, he assured the boy that he didn’t need to worry about what was going to happen, but he wouldn’t say anymore about it.

Israel was brought into an anti-chamber and a purple satin sash tied over his eyes, before he was led into another room. Although he had not had much actual contact with him, he immediately recognized Pastor Cali’s voice speaking to him telling him to kneel. Israel dropped to his knees and immediately a book was held in front of his face.

The feel of the pages as it was slipped under his chin made him think it was a Bible, which would be appropriate except that there was a large uncut cock lying in the crease between the pages. The boy did not need to be told to take it into his mouth. It tasted different from Deacon Johnsyn’s cock, but also similar. It felt familiar having it fill up his mouth, rapidly growing stiff, the veins pulsing with desire. The pastor stood above him moaning his approval. Israel became almost hypnotized by the musky scent, the taste, letting his mouth be fucked by this man of God. Soon he was raised to his feet, undressed, and bent over some kind of altar. Then Pastor Cali was on his knees pressing his tongue between Israel’s ass cheeks. The boy gasped with the now familiar sensation. Not being as shocked as the first time, he had more of a chance to experience it. To realize that it felt good. Very good. He also felt his hole relaxing and opening, almost eager for the cock that he was certain would soon be thrust up into his body.

The pastor stood up, looking down at the wide back and firm round ass of the still innocent young man he was about to take, he had to give a silent prayer of thanks to the Lord for delivering such a beautiful specimen of youth for him to enjoy. He pressed his cock into the boy’s ass, the boy’s cries as his hole stretched wide to accept his fat cock sent shivers of pleasure through the pastor’s body. So tight! So willing in spite of the pain. This one was special. As he began to fuck the boy, Pastor Cali thought he might just have to keep this one for himself.