Chapter 3: Paying Tithe
Bobby awoke to the sound of pounding on his door. His mother yelled from the other side, “Bobby! Get up! It’s Wednesday!”
“Ok, Mom! I’m up!” Bobby fell out of bed and began dragging his church clothes on. It was the third Wednesday of the month. Which meant that the church Board was going to meet, to discuss church business and affairs. It was usually an all day thing. The Board members were locked away in the meeting room while the women of the church prepared refreshments. The children, meanwhile, were kept busy with songs and games.
Bobby bounced downstairs and sat at the kitchen table for breakfast. His mother was busy fixing pancakes while his dad sat at the table reading a newspaper. As Bobby sat down, his dad glanced over at him with a frown. He looked his son up and down, and his frown deepened into a scowl.
“Damn, boy! Don’t I keep you in clothes? What are you thinking wearing things that tight?”
Bobby glanced down at himself and blushed. He was wearing kaki shorts and a button up shirt, but they were his old dress clothes. They fit him like a very tight glove and showed plenty of leg, “I don’t know…I just like these ones,” he muttered meekly.
His father scowled, “Well, they make you look like a fag. After breakfast go change into some decent clothes.”
Bobby started to whine, “But Daddyyyyy….”
His mother cut him off as she set down plates full of pancakes and syrup, “Now Charlie, if Bobby likes those clothes, then I don’t see any harm in him wearing them. I think he looks cute in them. Like when he was four.”
Charlie grunted and shook out his paper, “Humph, that’s cause I bought them when he was four. Shit, fine, Mabel. Do whatever the hell you want. But I’m warning you, Bobby, if I ever catch you doing funny stuff with other boys I’ll tan yer hide.”
Mabel sighed at her husband, “Charlie…I’ve told you. I don’t want that kind of language around Bobby.”
Bobby looked innocently at his dad, “Funny stuff?”
Ignoring his wife, Charlie stabbed at his breakfast like he hated it, “You know, fag stuff. Kissing and touching. Stuff you’re only supposed to do with a girl. You stay away from boys like that, son. I’ll beat your ass if I ever find out you’re a fucking homo.”
Mabel was turning red now, “CHARLIE!” Hands on her hips, she glared at him.
Charlie knew he had gone to far. He put his hands up in a placating gesture, “What? I’m just trying to keep the boy away from that sort of thing.”
Mabel sniffed, “Well, you can do it without using such harsh language..”
Charlie smiled and gave his wife an apology kiss on the cheek, “Sure, Honey, sure.”
Mollified, Mabel blushed and started eating her own breakfast. Looking hopefully to her husband she said, “You could come to church with us too. Wouldn’t do you any hurt…”
Charlie snorted, “No hurt? That church Board of yers has more fags than San Francisco on it. No thanks. I’m not interested in rubbin’ elbows with a bunch a pussies.”
Mabel placed her head in hand and sighed, “Fine, forget I mentioned it.”
They finished breakfast and Bobby followed his parents out to their car. A twenty minute drive passed and Charlie dropped them both off and then took off for work. As Bobby and his mother entered the church, he caught sight of Ben arriving with his aunt as well. Normally, he would have run over and said high. But, with their friendship so strained lately, he was too nervous to. Mabel looked at him curiously when he didn’t, but she just shrugged and went to help the other women prepare things for the day.
Bobby, Ben and the other children were herded into the sanctuary for praise and worship songs while the Board sat down to business in the meeting room. An hour or two passed and it was time to break for refreshments. Bobby and the other kids slurped down cookies and Kool-Aid while the adults downed sandwiches and tea. Soon it was time for the Board meeting to resume, however, and the children were led outside for ball games. As they walked through the parking lot to a nearby field, though, Bobby and Ben were both stopped by Mrs. Swanson. A kindly, grey haired lady with a plump figure, who taught their Sunday school class.
“You boys are wanted in the meeting,” She said with a smile on her lips.
Ben looked curiously at her and asked, “Why?”
Mrs. Swanson chuckled, “Oh, well, they always ask a couple of you kids to stay and run errands for them while they’re in the meeting. Now it’s you boy’s turn. Come on! It‘ll be fun.”
Bobby and Ben gave each other puzzled looks, but they followed Mrs. Swanson back into the church. Hurriedly she ushered them into the meeting room and closed the door behind them. The boys looked around curiously. They had never actually been at one of the Board meetings. It felt like being present at a holy rite. Almost forbidden. They shifted nervously. The room was a long one. The walls lined with book shelves and in the center, a long oak table with twelve oak chairs set around it. On the table, in front of each chair, was a set of papers that each Board member perused and kept notes on.
None of the Board members were sitting, though. They all stood away from the table and stared at the boys as they entered. As the door clicked shut behind them, Bobby and Ben shifted nervously under their scrutiny. Suddenly, Pastor Martin stepped forward, all smiles as he energetically shook each boy’s hand. Pastor Martin was like that, profusely friendly if a bit bluff. His dark hair was streaked with grey and his smile was all white as he welcomed the boys to the meeting.
“Well, boys, how do you feel? This is your first time being our errand runners isn’t it?”
Bobby warmed to the Pastor’s friendly manor and said shyly, “Just a bit nervous, Sir.”
Ben nodded, stunned into silence.
Pastor Martin gave a hearty laugh and slapped his stomach, “No need to be, no need to be, boys. I understand you boys have a bit of experience in the type of ‘errands’ we need you to do.”
Ben and Bobby looked at him, confused, “What do you mean , Sir?”
Pastor Martin crouched down till he was eye to eye with them, “Well, you see, the ‘errands’ you’ll be doing won’t require you to even leave this room. I’ve been told you boys have started to work for Rick Stanton.”
Silence. The boys gazed at the kindly Pastor in pure shock for a few moments. They tried to process what he had just said, their minds working over it in lurches. Suddenly they both started talking at once.
“I don’t know what you mean, Sir!” Ben gulped.
“I’m sorry, Sir! I know it was wrong!” Bobby blurted.
Pastor Martin held up a hand as the boys tripped over each other trying to explain. As the fell silent he smiled reassuringly, “It’s ok, boys. I know all about Rick and his operation. And in what capacity you work for him. And it’s just fine.”
The boys looked at each other and then back at the Pastor. Simultaneously they blurted out, “You do? It is?”
The minister smiled, “That’s why you’re here. These meetings get awfully dull. So, I’ve purchased your services for the day.”
Bobby looked around at the rest of the board. All middle to older aged men. All smiling knowingly at him. He looked to Ben, only to have his face slapped as his best friend glared at him.
Bobby held a hand to his cheek, “Ow! Why’d you do that?!”
Ben’s eyes were hard, “Cause this is all you’re fault!”
Bobby glared back, “Well, you didn’t have to slap me!”
Ben harrumphed and crossed his arms, “No, but it felt good.”
One of the men laughed, “Well it’s easy to see who’s the bitch.”
Bobby looked back at the Board members and his training kicked in. Placing his hands on his hips, he walked seductively up to the man who had spoken, “Oh, I’m a little bitch, alright. I love to be fucked and used hard. Do you want to fuck me?” He placed his small childish hand between the man’s legs and stroked him. The man watched him in awe, a strained moan escaping his lips.
One of the older men gasped, “The boy must be possessed by Lucifer’s whore, herself!”
A couple of the other men nodded agreement. Ben walked up behind Bobby and slapped his ass as hard as he could, making him yelp.
“Stop being such a slut, you whore,” he growled before he turned to Pastor Martin, “What do you want us to do?”
The Pastor tapped his chin with his thumb as he looked around at the other Board members, “Hmm, what do you say, gentlemen? A show on the table before we resume the meeting?”
The others nodded, eager expressions all around.
Ben asked, uncertainly, “What kind of show?”
Pastor Martin gestured to the table, “Get up on the meeting table and show us your best sex show. Without disturbing any of the papers, of course.”
Ben nodded and pulled Bobby to the table. Kicking off their shoes, they climbed up onto the wide oak table and stepped into the center. There was plenty of clear space in the center and as they looked around they found they were either at or above eye level with the Board members. The men all applauded as Bobby began by blowing a kiss at Pastor Martin. Ben grimaced and grabbed him from behind, evoking a gasp form Bobby. Zippers sounded around the room as Ben moved his hands over his friend, lifting his shirt up and off before dropping it to the side. As Ben unbuttoned his friend’s kaki shorts, Bobby moaned and pursed his lips.
As Bobby’s shorts dropped to the table, revealing his lack of undies, one of the men muttered, “He a real Harlot, don’t you think?” Bobby winked at the man and kicked his shorts to him. The man caught them and gave them a sniff.
With Bobby now naked, Ben bent him over and gave his bare ass a resounding spank. Bobby shrieked and moaned like a girl as his rump turned red before the Board members eyes. Grinding his groin against Bobby’s ass, Ben lifted his own shirt above his head and tossed it to the side. Stepping back, he unbuckled his dark kaki pants and slide them off as well. Unlike Bobby, he wore tighty-whiteys. Slipping his thumbs into the elastic waist band, he bent and showed his ass to the older men as he slowly slipped his underwear down and off. One of the men eagerly caught them as he tossed the pair away. He straightened up and turned, showing them his tiny flaccid member. Rubbing it along Bobby’s ass he leaned down and growled at him.
“Play with yourself for a bit, slut.”
Bobby gave him an insolent look, but he complied and began to masturbate on his knees, his cheek pressed into the cool oak finish as he pleasured himself. Ben stepped to the edge of the table, placed his feet wide and gripped his sex as he smirked at the audience.
“Any of you men want to get me nice and hard so I can fuck this bitch?” He grinned at the group of pious elders who were all staring at him and Bobby with there cocks in their hands. One wrinkled old man, with almost no hair on his spotted head, stepped forward slowly, “I’d love to, you tasty little treat!”
The old man gripped his arthritic hands around Ben’s ass and brought his toothless mouth to the six year old’s groin. Ben placed his hands on the old man’s scalp, threw back his head and moaned as his boyhood was slurped.
Pastor Martin stroked his meat and moaned, “That’s it Jeremiah, show the young sinner the path to righteousness with your mouth.”
As soon as he was stiff, Ben pulled out, gave old Jeremiah a pat on the cheek and turned back to Bobby, who was moaning and writhing on the table by now. Gripping Bobby by the hips, Ben pulled his ass up and slid his rigid cock across the little boy’s crack.
Turning to the Board he said, “I’m going to stuff his ass now. He deserves a good fucking, don’t you think?”
The men all nodded their approval, “Stick it in him!”
“Chastise the Harlot!”
“Make him a little Jezebel!”
“Punish the dirty little slut!”
“Make him repent!”
As the cries of encouragement flowed over them, Ben lined himself up with Bobby’s unready ass and stabbed himself in. Bobby had taken much bigger but the suddenness and his unprepared hole made him yelp out a scream as he was invaded. The men cheered and clapped as Ben punched into Bobby’s ass in quick vicious movements. Bobby whimpered at first, but it didn’t take long for him to adjust before he was pushing back against Ben’s thrusting hips, their flesh slapping loudly as the group of church leaders around them fapped away. Ben slammed as hard as he could while Bobby moaned and twisted on his cock, his back undulating as he enjoyed his rough pounding.
Finally, Ben gave a grunt as he felt his cock spurt out jizz into Bobby’s ass. He wasn’t done, though. He pulled out and reached over to grab the table’s center piece, a large golden cross supported on a wire frame. Picking up the heavy cross out of it’s frame, he placed the base of the cross at Bobby’s pulsing hole.
“Fill him with the Lord’s righteousness!” the men chanted, “Make him carry the cross so that he may repent!”
Ben was thinking all this biblical jargon was getting kind of corny, but who was he to argue with the clients? Pushing the thick golden base of the cross against Bobby’s ring, he heard his fellow prostitute grunt with exertion. He pressed harder, making Bobby groan as he tried to take the golden shaft that was thicker than most cocks. A pathetic sob escaped his throat as the cross entered him and slid inside his wet passage, stretching him to capacity.
Ben smirked at his friend’s discomfort as he slid more and more of the religious symbol inside. He raised his hand and slapped Bobby’s ass hard making the boy cry out for mercy. The Board members just grinned and kept stroking as Bobby was punished by his best friend. The spankings rained down harder and faster as Bobby wriggled and screamed.
Suddenly, Bobby moaned out, “I’m cumming!” as his little prick began to pulse from the abuse. Quickly, Pastor Martin grabbed a golden cup and held it underneath the under aged whore’s orgasming prick. Bobby moaned lewdly as he spewed his cum into the chalice. When he was done, the Pastor stroked his own cock hard and fast, bringing himself to orgasm as he spilt his own seed into the glass. Passing it around, each of the Board members did the same, filling the cup to the brim with white creamy cum.
Ben grinned as the cup was passed to him. Removing the phallic cross from his friend’s ass he pulled Bobby up. As Bobby sat on his heels he took the cup from his friend and smilled at all the men. Still smiling he brought the cup to his lips and took a big gulp. The men all groaned as they watched the little boy drink down their cum.
Ben reached up and tipped the cup further, forcing Bobby to drinking more, faster. As the thick white juice slimed down his throat Bobby felt it overflow at the corners of his mouth, dripping down his cheeks and neck in a steady stream, it soon coated his chest. When the cup was empty, Ben set it aside and replaced it with his lips. The boy’s kissed hard as Ben’s tongue gathered up the excess jizz and swallowed it. Licking his way down, he cleaned Bobby up, slurping the cum from his neck and chest. Teasing Bobby’s nipples as he sucked the creamy jizz from the sensitive nubs.
When they were done, the boys climbed off the table and stood naked in front of the men. Ben looked to the Pastor and asked, “What do you want from us now?” Bobby just licked his finger and smiled suggestively at Jeremiah.
Pastor Martin clear his throat and looked around at the others, “Well, as enjoyable as that was to watch, and you boys were very, very good. I think it’s time we got back to business.”
The other’s reluctantly nodded.
Ben nodded as well, “And what do we do while you have you’re meeting?”
Pastor Martin smiled his winning smile, “Why, you crawl under the table and service us as we discuss church matters. Please, try not to pay too much attention to any one member. As soon as you suck one of use off, move to another.”
Ben looked from the table to the Board members thinking that this was one of the weirder moments of his life, “Ok.”
The boys got on their hands and knees and crawled under the heavy oak meeting table. The Board members followed, each taking their seat around the table. Soon Ben and Bobby were surrounded by a mass of legs and bare cocks.
Bobby grinned at Ben and eagerly went to work. He crawled straight to Jeremiah and took the wrinkled old cock into his mouth, enjoying how the ancient man moaned and dripped precum into his mouth.
Ben crawled to Pastor Martin and began servicing him. He blushed when the Pastor patted his head fondly as his lips slid over the thick, meaty, member in his mouth.
This went on for hours. As soon as one man shot a load down their throat, the boys crawled to another and went to work. Meanwhile, above them, the meeting proceeded and the Board members discussed various church matters and functions. Each member only occasionally distracted as he was serviced by a six year old mouth beneath the table.
After several hours of grueling discussion, however, the meeting was interrupted as the door opened and two ladies came in bearing trays of food. At first the boys couldn’t tell who it was. All they could see were two sets of legs. However, they froze when he heard their voices.
“It’s past time you men had something to eat,” one of the ladies said. Ben covered his mouth when he realized it was his Aunt Silvia.
“Yes, we know how argumentative men get on empty stomachs,” Bobby’s eyes popped wide as he recognized his mother’s chuckle.
Pastor Martin laughed in response, “Yes, ladies! I was feeling about famished, myself. I do believe a snack would be in order.”
Ben and Bobby looked at each other worriedly. The men they had been servicing, though, were tapping their knees, signaling them to continue. With worried expression, the boys went back to work like the good sluts that they were. They tried their best to be as quiet as possible.
The trays thunked as they were place on the table top, and the men started to grab sandwiches and other finger food from them. Bobby nearly choked when he heard his mother lean in next to Pastor Martin and ask, “And who do we have under the table today, Martin?”
Both boys kept sucking like well trained sluts, but they slowed a bit as Pastor Martin blithely replied, “Why I think both you ladies will be pleased to learn that your son, Mabel, and your nephew, Sylvia, are both under the table doing a fine job with the ‘members’ of the Board.”
Both women gasped in shock and Bobby though his this was it. His life was over. His mother was going to tell his dad and his dad was going to kill him.
It was silent for a few moments and then Mabel asked slowly, “Really? Bobby? I…had no idea.”
Pastor Martin nodded, “Apparently he’s been working for Rick Stanton for a while now. And fast learner if ever I saw one.”
Sylvia added hesitantly, “And Ben too? My sister never said anything.”
“Apparently he’s just started. I believe Rick said that Bobby got him involved.”
Bobby grunt quietly as Ben elbowed him in the ribs and glared at him around the cock he was sucking. Through this entire exchange the boys had not forgotten their jobs and had kept up their expert administrations.
Mabel let out a sigh, “Well, I guess I shouldn’t be so surprised. What with the way Bobby’s been dressing lately. All those tight little shorts.”
Pastor Martin nodded, “A sexy little slut if there ever was one.”
The man that Bobby was sucking groan and leaned against the table as he squirted into the sexy little slut’s mouth. Looking at Mabel he said, “Little boy’s quite a cocksucker. Those lips of his feel perfect on my rod right now.”
Mabel gasped, “He’s servicing you right now?!”
The man nodded, “I just dropped a load down his throat.”
Sylvia asked, “And Ben?”
Ben’s client spoke up, “Boy’s tongue is doing wonders down my pee hole. Won’t be long before I give him something to drink.”
Ben blushed as his aunt said, “He’s that good? Excellent! Keep up the good work, Ben!”
Mabel brushed against Pastor Martin and said, “I never thought Bobby would be in here. But, now that he is, why don’t we give him something to really twist his mind over.”
The Pastor smiled as he knew what Bobby’s mother had in mind, “Sounds like a fine plane.”
Scooting his chair back a little, Pastor motioned under the table, “Come here, Bobby. My cock needs your mouth right now.”
Obediently, Bobby scooted over and wrapped his lips around the Pastor’s long thick member. Looking to the side he could see his mother’s legs and hips standing next to the pastor. Suddenly he was shocked as she threw one leg over Pastor Martin and sat in his lap facing the table. Bobby was confronted with his mother’s wide matronly hips as he realized with surprise that she didn’t wear any panties. Her skirt was hiked up around her hips and he got a clear view of her cunt as her pussy lips settled perfectly on the Pastor’s shaft.
“Keep going, Bobby,” Pastor Martin instructed as Mabel slid her cunt over his cock, leaving wet juices.
Obedient as ever, Bobby swallowed more of the Pastor’s cock, his face sliding forward until his nose bumped into his mother’s crotch.
Mabel moaned and shivered, “I- I can feel him! I can feel my son’s nose as it touches me down there!”
Sylvia giggled, “Mabel you wicked woman! That’s your own flesh and blood you’re getting off with. For shame!”
Mabel moaned as Bobby’s nose caressed the spot just above her lower lips, “I can’t help it! It just feels so wrong…..and good! I am a filthy, sinful mommy! I like having my baby touch me down there!”
The men around the table were all hard and intently watching as the Pastor reached up and unbuttoned Mabel’s top, letting her heavy breasts spill out for the room to see. Sylvia smirked at her friend and got down on her knees.
“Well, Mabel, I’m not going to let you have all the fun! I think I’ll join the boys.”
Sylvia was slim and in good shape with nicely shaped and sized breasts. At thirty-five she had no trouble crawling underneath the table like the boys. As she slid underneath, she was greeted with the sight of her nephew, on his knees, slurping away at a hard meat stick. The man he was blowing, suddenly gave a groan and fed Ben his cum. Sylvia watched her nephew gulp it all down while her hand slid under her dress and found her twat. As he let the softening dick slip from between his lips, Ben looked around and saw his aunt.
“I’m sorry, Aunty,” he moaned, “I had to do it…”
“Shhshshshh,” Sylvia soothed as she wrapped him in her arms, “I know what Rick Stanton is like. I’m sure you didn’t want to start fucking little Bobby.”
Ben blushed and looked at the floor.
Sylvia knew that look, “What is it, baby?”
Ben muttered, “W-well, you see…Bobby and I kind of started having sex…before I met Rick.”
Sylvia moaned in his ear, “Oh you dirty little boy! Aunty’s going to have to give you a treat now.”
As Ben tried to make sense of that statement his aunt reached back, unbuttoned her dress, and let it fall to her waist. Ben gasped as he realized she was completely nude under the dress and her naked chest came into view. Wrapping him into her arms, Sylvia mashed her nephew’s face against her melons and moaned, “We’re going to have so much fun from now on, Ben!”
Meanwhile, Pastor Martin had pulled out of Bobby’s mouth and inserted himself into Mabel’s dripping cunt. Bobby gaped as he got a close up view of his mother being fucked. He couldn’t believe it. He watched her milk the cock with far more skill and experience than he ever had. The moans from above the table sounded strange in his mother’s voice. Leaning forward, he started to lick Pastor Martin’s balls. He slurped and sucked before making his way up to lick the Pastor’s shaft. A thrill went through his body as Mabel sank down over the shaft and his tongue glided up over her smoothly shaved snatch.
Mabel let out a loud moan, “Oh God!! He’s licking me! My, own, baby boy, is licking me! Oh Bobby! Yes!”
Pastor Martin grunted, “You sinful harlots. Debasing yourselves in the sinful pleasures of incest!”
Bobby continued to slurp away, his tongue reveling at the entry point of his mother’s quim sliding up and down the Pastor’s veiny rod. Meanwhile, up top, Mabel moaned and gasped as the Pastor tweaked at her nipples, pulling at them so her fat tits would stretch out for the viewing pleasure of the Board.
Underneath the table, Sylvia had flipped her nephew so that his face was on the floor while her tongue greedily slurped at his ass. Ben moaned into the carpet as his hole was tasted by his aunt. Pushing up on his hands he reached forward and grasped the stiff member of one of the Board members. His lips managed to close around it as his hole was feasted on. The eager client pushed forward and slid down Ben’s throat, choking him and stretching his esophagus as the meaty cock filled him.
Suddenly, Sylvia pulled her nephew off the cock and replaced his mouth with her hands. Sylvia lowered her experienced mouth to the pulsing cock, but before her lips met the head she turned to Ben and whispered, “Fuck me, Ben. I want you to fuck your Aunty Sylvia’s ass!”
With Sylvia on her knees noisily swallowing the wet cock, there was just enough room between her back and the table for Ben to fit. He wrapped his arms around her middle, bringing his hands up to fondle her tits as his dick probed between her cheeks. Sylvia gasped and moaned around her phallic meal as Ben’s tiny dick found her bum hole and thrust in. He was small but her ass was tight, so she felt it’s steamy hot length probe her insides. The very act of being ass fucked by her nephew sending her over the edge as she came and dripped all over the carpet.
This went on four another couple of hours. The Board finished up what little business they had left while Mabel went from chair to chair, meeting each member’s needs. The three sluts under the table kept up the cock sucking with enthusiasm as well as stopping occasionally to fuck each other.
Mabel never got under the table to see her son, though, and Bobby never came out until they were all done and it was time to go home. The women cleared of the table and left to help clean up the church kitchen. As they crawled out from under the table and got dressed, the boys received many thanks and a small sermon from the Pastor on the merits of discretion.
Bobby, walked nervously out of the building. In the whole time that he had been in the room, he had only ever seen his mother from the waist down. She was waiting for him outside and she took his hand as if nothing had happened and led him toward the car where his dad was waiting for them. Halfway there, though, she stopped and knelt to straiten his button up shirt.
“No need to mention anything to your father,“ she said matter of factly, “There’s no telling what he might do.”
Bobby nodded his agreement as she took his hand again and they climbed into the car. Charlie grunted his hello’s to them both, pushed on the gas and sped home to catch his news programs.
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