THE PRIEST’S LITTLE TOY PART 3

Chapter 3

THE PRIEST'S LITTLE TOY PART 3

Luca's Pov

The day dragged on with all the normal convent routines. I spent most of the afternoon helping in the library, dusting the old shelves and organizing the heavy prayer books. The room was quiet except for the sound of pages turning and the occasional cough from one of the older priests. My body still felt the effects of last night with every movement. The rope around my waist rubbed against my skin under my clothes, keeping me aware of Father Rex’s words and touches. I tried to focus on the work but my mind kept wandering back to him.

Later I was sent to help clean the room where they kept the sacred vessels and robes. The space was small and private, lit by a single window. I was wiping down the wooden cabinets when Father Rex came in. He closed the door behind him and stood there watching me work for a minute without saying anything. The air felt thicker with him in the room.

“You have been quiet today, Luca,” he said finally, stepping closer. “Are you thinking about our session last night?”

I nodded, keeping my eyes on the cloth in my hand. My face felt hot. He moved behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, squeezing gently. The touch was firm and I could feel the heat from his body.

“Good,” he murmured. “A boy who thinks about his lessons is a boy who is learning. Turn around.”

I turned to face him. He was so close I could smell the faint scent of incense on his robes. His eyes locked onto mine as one of his hands moved down my chest, slow and deliberate. He did not say much after that. He just touched me in ways that made my breathing get uneven, reminding me how much control he had. His fingers traced along the edge of the rope under my shirt, pressing it tighter against my skin.

“You are responding well to the training,” he said quietly. “Your body already knows who it belongs to. Tonight we will take the next step. I want you in my office after the last prayer. Do not be late.”

He gave my shoulder one last squeeze and left the room. I stood there for a minute trying to steady myself. The rest of the day felt even longer after that. During evening prayer I kept stealing glances at him at the altar. He looked calm and holy to everyone else, but I knew what was waiting for me behind that calm face.

It made me scared, yet I couldn't deny the fact that I felt a spark of excitement through my body.

I had never seen this part of myself before, a boring world was quite all I knew.

Now?

It was something very different, was I the one mistaking father Rex's words? I couldn't tell reality from fantasies anymore and it would become dangerous if I couldn't stop.

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I walked into the office once after knocking twice.

It was late and everyone was probably settling into sleep except me and father Rex.

He tilted his head slightly and then stood up.

“Luca?” 

“I like your obedience.” He said as he guided me towards the chair in his office.

“Are you ready?”

I nodded almost immediately like an eager bird.

 And without warning, his hands slipped into the waistband of my shorts, finding the base of my rock hard cock and rubbing it .

The heat increased as his strong hands wrapped my throbbing cock fully. He let it out of my shorts and smiled at it wickedly, the fat leaking head already glistening.

“You're already so excited for me, you couldn't even wait till I let you know what I was going to do with you”.

“I've been thinking about it all day, Daddy.”

The words slipped out of my mouth in ecstasy.

"Good boy."

My cock head glistened with sticky pre cum as he began to stroke it in a slow filthy pattern, staring deeply into my eyes to watch every slutty expression on my face.

"Fuck..." a moan slipped from my mouth. My breath hitched as his rough hands continued faster this time, pumping my dripping shaft.

"So you like this huh? Your boy cock is leaking so much for Daddy."

My brain was lost for words, my mind was racing on what was going to happen next.

Was he going to go extra ?

Like maybe, fucking me deep and hard?

He did not wait for my response. He raised his garment up and slid it off his body.

I could see the massive bulge in his shorts and the little stained spot on the part where the fat head of his cock rested, already leaking.

Father Rex was a man in his early sixties, yet he looked bulky and masculine. It was the first time I was seeing him beyond those white clothes and all I could think about was him releasing that huge priest cock out of the shorts.

“Kneel!” Those words fell out of his mouth like a memorized command.