Thomas lay on the bed naked, spread-eagled. Congealing blood and semen leaked from his torn orifice, forming a dirty pool on the saggy mattress. Today was the first time that Tobias “Banged his Bung” as Tobias earlier put it. Normally Thomas only had to suck Tobias’ cock to get him off, and sometimes Tobias would even return the favor with a hand job. Today was different, Tobias in the middle of his blow job pulled Thomas’ lock invested head off his swollen prick and told him to lay on the mattress, “Time to Bang the Bung,” said Tobias as he lowered himself on Thomas. Thomas cried out in pain as Tobias’ cock violated his backside. Thomas wished there was more lubrication, other than his saliva that he had provided while sucking Tobias’ cock. Tobias came in a loud back arching grunt, leaving Thomas’ back covered with his oily sweat.
Tobias was washing the evidence of his indiscretion with young Thomas in a steaming hot shower, the water was hot and helped soothe his sore muscles, but the guilt remained. He did not know what got into him this time. Normally a good blowjob from one of his boys was enough to extinguish the fire in his loins. But today the demons got the better of him and he had sodomized young Thomas. “Time to Bang the Bung” he had not heard that phrase in a long time. In fact the last time he heard it was when he was sexually assaulted as a young boy. Robert, an older boy from middle school, had done the same thing to him, something he swore he would never do. Funny how things seem to stay in their own vicious circles, he thought to himself. Tobias turned off the water and looked down at his prick, waiting for an answer, perhaps as to why he has had this thirst for young boys. His prick diligently pleaded the fifth and remained silent. He toweled himself dry, lathered his face with shaving cream to prepare himself for the day. Taking the old fashioned straight razor from his bag, he gave it a few swipes on the leather strap to ensure the blade was clean and sharp. He shaved his face with a precision known to the very few that still used a straight razor for shaving. He wiped the residual cream from his face and admired his handy work in the mirror. He placed the razor and other toiletries in the bag not knowing that that next time he saw his razor it would have a completely different purpose.
Thomas finished his sobbing and wiped his face in the pillow that muffled his screams of pain earlier. He looked at Tobias standing in the bathroom shaving his face with pure hatred. How could this man who was so nice to him in the beginning turn into such a monster? When he came to St. Peters, he was a runaway. His father had died in the Gulf War and his mother had trouble making ends meet. She started having more and more boyfriends stay over night at the house. For a while things were ok, while Thomas hated the men staying over, he tolerated them because they helped mom with the bills and food. One of the men introduced his mom to the big H, and mom loved it. She soon became a Smack whore who fucked guys for smack or cash to buy smack. Thomas was pretty much left out of the picture, his mother’s cloudy eyes no longer recognizing her son. Thomas left home never to return. On the street he was robbed and beaten too many a time to be a good street hustler. While at first when he was broke and hungry he hustled for the money, there were plenty of men on the streets who loved head from young guys. The money was good but the job really sucked, he really hated it and no matter how much he washed his mouth he still had that taste in his mouth. Frank, one of his street friends told him about the St. Peters home for boys. Frank lived there for a while but split that scene, said he did not like all the learning and having to work as an alter boy. Now that Thomas had learned the routines of St. Peters and Tobias’ thirst, he knew why Frank had left. “Look at the fucker admiring his shave in the mirror like nothing was wrong,” mumbled Thomas under his breath. Thomas spotted the razor and a thought came to him, and he smiled.
Tobias fastened his white collar on top of his black coat, grabbed his ceremonial shawl and placed it around his neck. He knelt in front of Thomas, “ I am really sorry about today Thomas. I don’t know what came over me. I really believe that Satan had his hand in this afternoon. I have already prayed for His forgiveness and help. You should do the same, as you are just as guilty in his eyes as me.”
“Yes Father Tobias, I know, I will pray after the Mass,” said Thomas looking into Father Tobias’ sad eyes.
“Now get in the shower and get cleaned up, mass is in 30 minutes. And remember Thomas this is between us and God, no one else needs to know what has transpired this afternoon,” said Tobias as he was leaving to the church to give his sermon.
“He is on the move again, that dirty fucker,” mumbled Detective Nora Brown as she snapped a few pictures of Father Tobias leaving the motel. Nora had been looking into Father Tobias’s affairs since she noticed the haunted stares of the alter boys at St. Peters. Herself a victim of abuse she, knew the look, a look like someone had stolen their soul and left an empty shell. She also noticed the walk some of the boys used, stiff and slightly bow-legged, like each step was tearing their wound open. The grimacing face of pain each step was, she her self knew that walk from her own past. The first time was from her stepfather Tyrone, who when she was fourteen, decided it was time to teach her about the birds and the bees. He fucked her up the ass so he could enjoy himself without worrying about her getting pregnant. On several accounts she had tried to tell her mom about Tyrone, but her mother was too in love with him to believe it, amazing how a big dicked man can blind a woman. Many times Nora tried to fight Tyrone off, sometimes she would win and other times he would win by beating the shit out of her and then raping her. At seventeen she left home and lived in a shelter for battered woman while she finished high school. After high school she attended the local community college and studied law, upon graduating she became a police officer and then a detective. She once went back to confront Tyrone, however when Tyrone answered the door a broken drunken man, she did not have the heart to arrest him. She continued to snap the pictures and hoped that she would not back down when the time comes to bust this piece of shit priest who gets off fucking young boys.
Thomas walked a little slower in the mass ceremony, the rest of the boys looked at him with a knowing look, they too had walked the walk. While they all had their turn with Father Tobias none of them ever talked about it until that night.
The boys were in their dorm getting ready for bed. Thomas decided it was time to put a stop to Father Tobias. “Gather around guys, I have an idea I want to run by you.” Thomas said as he started his tale. He told them about the last four months of abuse by Father Tobias and the finale of today’s Bung Banging. He spared no detail and told the story in the most graphic terms, some of the boys looked horrified and scared as Thomas revealed his pain at the mercy of Father Tobias’ cock, others nodded knowingly because they too were victims of the Father. When Thomas finished some of the boys were still unsure, that his plan was the right thing to do, it took some convincing, but by ten o’clock that night all were in agreement.
It was Thomas’ turn with Father Tobias. They entered the same cheap motel that Tobias always used, giving the man at the desk a fifty dollar bill to keep his eyes closed and mouth shut. Money borrowed from the collection plate to further help Tobias’ habit.
Detective Brown snapped pictures of the two going into the building and made an annotation in her journal from the window across the street.
“Father, to keep the Demons from talking you into getting too rough and Banging my Bung, I have an idea,” said Thomas.
Father Tobias cringed as he heard that phrase again, it bought back the painful memories of his past and the shame from his last episode with Thomas. However not the pain nor the shame was enough to curb his appetite, he felt his cock start to rise in anticipation of what was to transpire. “Ok, son what did you have in mind?”
“While I suck that big cock of yours I want you to be tied to the bed with these bootlaces,” replied Thomas as he took the four sets of borrowed laces from his pocket. “That way I decide how rough things will get, not you or the Demons,” said Thomas trying to justify his reasoning.
”I don’t know Thomas, I really don’t like being that vulnerable, tied up like that you might leave me here and try to bring the police.”
“Tobias, after all that we have been through, YOU don’t trust ME, “ said Thomas as he lowered his pants and leaned his back into Tobias’ chest. He thrust his hips back and touched Tobias’ swollen cock with his smooth ass. “In fact if things go right, I might let you put that big cock of yours in my ass again.”
Tobias’ cock once again betrayed him, the thought of his cock in Thomas’s tight young ass was too much. “I trust you son,” he said as he quickly laid down on the bed and let Thomas tie him to the four corners.
Thomas pulled a small brown bottle from his pocket. It contained ether from his Biology lab. The liquid worked so well in the lab putting the animals to sleep it ought to work great on an animal like Father Tobias. Thomas poured the ether on a washcloth and walked towards Father Tobias.
“What are you doing? I trusted you,” asked Tobias.
“That was a mistake. Do you really think I want you to fuck me again, you perverted piece of shit, I told you what you wanted to hear. After Today you won’t be fucking anybody again.”
“Oh lord, please forgive me and get me….” babbled Tobias.
“That’s right pray to Him, pray that he might save your sorry ass. You really think he gives a shit about YOU. You are a fucking child molester, who happens to also be a priest. You fuck boys in the ass Tobias, you are doing what he finds detestable, why in the fuck would he help you now!” He was panting and his cock was rock hard, finally he was in control, he was calling the shots and it felt good. The thought of having complete power over Father Tobias was a rush. The total domination of another human being was power and it excited him.
Thomas placed the rag over Tobias’ mouth and nose, Tobias fought against his restraints but the ether won. Once Tobias was out, he smacked Tobias across the face as hard as he could, one to make sure he was really out and two because it was something that he had wanted to do for along time. Satisfied that he was out cold, he called St. Peters and told the boys it was time.
Nora continued to watch the motel as the eight young boys streamed into the motel, she recognized them as alter boys from St Peters. Perhaps Father Tobias was having a little party the fucking pervert, or perhaps maybe the boys were up to something….
Tobias tried to lift his eyelids. It felt like something or someone was holding them down. He continued to struggle opening his eyes, they were not held down, they were merely heavy from the ether. Mustering his strength he opened the lids with great effort and was staring into the stained mattress. He tried to talk but found his mouth was filled with a rag. His head hurt like hell and he searched his mind for how he managed to be faced down on a dirty mattress with a gag in his mouth, the cool air waved across his bottom and he realized that he was naked. Then it hit him. Thomas, that little heathen, he had tricked him and now he was tied to a bed with his bum in the air. He really did not deserve this. He gave the boys a home, warm food and an education, was what he asked in return really that bad? He was about to find out.
“Now Father Tobias, we are going to do you what you have done to each of us.” Thomas had gathered the boys that had suffered at the hands of Father Tobias, and they all agreed to repay him the favor. Now none of the boys considered themselves queer, they did the things on the street to get food or money, it was survival. What they were going to do to Tobias was pure revenge. All the boys thought rape was a crime of sexual gratification, however standing here, watching the good Father suffer, they suddenly realized, rape is the determination of power and control, not sex. These young men were about to show Father Tobias who was in power and who had the control. Since this whole thing was Thomas’ idea he went first, his cock, rock hard, ached from the thrill of having the power, he needed something to satisfy his pain. He climbed on the bed and lubed his engorged cock with saliva, he would have rather had Father Tobias suck his cock first and then fuck him, but he knew that the good father probably would not oblige.
He thrust himself deep into Father Tobias’ exposed orifice, thrusting and tearing the flesh like Tobias had done to him. Thomas’ purging of his pain was overwhelming, his thrusting moves became demonic, as rage took over his body. Tobias was screaming, as the other boys watched, some in awe, others in fear as to what Thomas had become while he ravaged Father Tobias. Thomas arched his back in a climactic ending and let go of his seed into Tobias’ torn and stretched anal cavity. Thomas looked down at the sweaty back of Father Tobias, and wept, not feeling sorry for the man that he had defiled, but for his release, finally he had purged his hurt and anger, and for the new fear that crept into him, he had tasted pure power and knew he would crave more.
Thomas climbed off of Tobias and wiped the tears from his face. Looking at the crowd of naked boys, some who were already stoking their cocks in anticipation of what was to come. Two of them had already spilled their seed on the threadbare carpet, but were warming up again not wanting to waste their chance with Father Tobias. One by one the boys raped and violated the priest, seeking revenge for their torn asses and pride. Seeking revenge for trusting the one authority figure that you should always be able to trust, seeking revenge for everyone that had caused them harm during their lives. It was better than confession, they were purging themselves in every thrust they made into the broken man’s ass. They all received a small taste of power and knew they would crave more.
When all the boys were spent, and done watching the show they had just performed, they took turns in the hot shower trying to wash away the evidence and the guilt of what they did to Father Tobias. For most the water did its job and they emerged refreshed, however for some there was not enough water in the world to wash away the shame.
Thomas emerged from the bathroom last, he was bare-chested, and water droplets still trickled down his thin tight body. In his hand he held Father Tobias’ straight razor. “Today boys we learn how to shave, we are going to give Tobias the closest fucking shave of his life.” Thomas walked over to Tobias and thrust his hand between his legs, reaching for his deflated penis. He pulled it out between his legs, looking like a three-legged doll lying on the bed. He stroked the length of it, he needed a little blood in it for this to work.
Now what? Thought Tobias, his ass was swollen and ached like hell. He hoped the boys were done, he did not enjoy being raped, but he knew that it was deserved. He often taught in his sermons an eye for an eye, never thinking he would have to pay up for it. During his ordeal his cock had betrayed him and sprang to life, he came twice during the ordeal and felt guilty about how he had received the pleasure. And now for a third time his cock was starting to rise as Thomas stroked him. What was Thomas going to do now? The answer came to him as his cock burst into searing white-hot pain.
Thomas continued to stroke Tobias until his penis sprang to life. He noticed the pearl at the tip of it and realized that this was not the first hard on that Tobias enjoyed this afternoon. Thomas opened the blade and placed it at the base of the cock the blade biting into the flesh. He ran the blade down the length, it burst like a frankfurter that has been boiled too long. Blood pumped from the wound spraying his chest with bright red fresh blood. One of the boys fainted at the site of the blood, as Thomas continued his handy work with the blade, splitting the member into two long strips. He continued cutting the pieces lengthwise in halves till the once raging cock of Father Tobias was reduced to a thing looking like a cat of nine tails. Then one by one he removed the strips of flesh from the body at the pubic area. While the blade was sharp, the flesh was tough, he had to saw back and forth a little for the flesh to separate, but in time he sat back and admired his handy-work.
Father Tobias tried to scream from the pain, but the gag in his mouth was doing a great job of keeping him quiet. He started to weep from the pain, as the razor made it’s first cut along the length of his penis. If he stops now, the doctor can sew it up and it will probably still work. Thought Tobias as the next swipe of the razor came. What is he doing, God please help me. But Tobias knew deep down that God would not help, he who lives by the sword dies by the sword, he knew that he was on his own. The third swipe of the blade and he could feel his blood pump out in rhythm to his heart, he felt sick to his stomach and then the black and white flashes came to him. He had this feeling before, once when he fainted, he knew his body was trying to protect him from the pain by shutting down, and shut down his body did.
Thomas laid the pieces of father Tobias on the mattress, however he took two of the pieces with the most veins sticking out of them and flushed them down the toilet, he did not want any chance of reconstruction for Tobias. He took the bottle of ether and poured some on the bleeding mess and lit it with a match. The fire quickly closed the bleeding arteries and veins, saving Tobias from bleeding to death because committing murder was a sin, and that was not the objective of today’s lesson, Father Tobias must live to remember this day. The loss of the pubic hair and singed balls was a small price to pay for your life. Not that Father Tobias would have any use for his balls anymore. He motioned for the boys to turn him over and retie him to the bed face up so they could finish what they had came for.
Nora waited impatiently for the boys or the priest to come out of the motel. What the hell could be going on in there, that fucking Tobias must be having the time of his life. Finally she threw down the camera and headed for the door, “Time to break this little party up” she said to herself as she headed out the door, having no idea what she was about to discover.
Tobias lifted his eyes, he was in pain but at least the throbbing in his groin had stopped, good, he only cut me once, if I get out of here on time I can get it fixed. He was too weak to lift his head and look at the damage that Thomas had done to him, he was sure that his cock was still with him, however, he did not realize that it was no longer attached to his body nor that there were vital pieces missing. He realized that the gag had been removed, but he was too weak to scream and he really thought the worst was over.
Thomas and the boys stood around the bed. Thomas addressed Tobias as the spokesman for the group:
“Now father this is the part where we all promise to keep this a little secret, just like you always told us we had to do.”
“I swear, this will never leave my mouth, I won’t ever tell anyone God as my Witness …” pleaded Tobias.
“Well as much as we would like to trust you again Tobias, we can’t, you have violated each of us and destroyed any chance of trust with us again, so we have a way to make sure.” Thomas said as he pulled out a pair Vice-grips.
The boys grabbed Tobias’ head and held him still as Thomas tried to grab his tongue with the vice-grips. Tobias was keeping his mouth shut and put forth a damn good fight until Thomas mashed him in the mouth with the Vice Grips. Tobias screamed out as he spit out broken teeth and blood. Thomas grabs the tongue and locks the Grips down, handing the gripped tongue to one of the other boys he grabs for the straight razor.
Thomas had to do a little research for tongue cutting, he knew that if he cut out the tongue outright, Tobias would probably bleed to death and that was not the plan. If he tried to use the ether to burn it, the man’s face would burn up. He went to the library and got a book on medieval torture, in this book he found a diagram and direction on how he could cut the tongue with very little blood letting and still render Tobias speechless. He spent many hours studying the diagram, now time to see if he could pass the test.
He made the first cut as the boys held his tongue, there was little blood, but the meat of the tongue was tough to cut, like gristle from a steak, he had to saw at it a bit before the tongue split, having made the first cut, he continued with the second and third with little trouble. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he readied himself for the fourth and final cut.
Nora had to slap the clerk at the desk around a bit to get the room number where Tobias and the boys were. While she could normally sweet talk the information out of people, sometimes she just loved to flash the badge and start swinging. The power rush she received during this bullying, while small was still a great feeling. She ran up the stairs and listened at the door. She heard a man moaning, “The sick fuck is probably in there with his cock up some poor boys ass,” she mumbled under her breath as she kicked in door.
The final cut never came, there was a loud bang as the door flew open, a black woman with a 44 snub-nosed bulldog revolver looking entirely to large for her small hand, came flying into the room. She yelled “police freeze” but that was the cue for everyone to move. Three of the boys tried to tackle her, she dropped two with double taps to the chest. The sight of the two dead boys lying on the ground with their bodies broken by the 44 caliber bullets was enough for the rest of the boys to put their hands up. Except for Thomas, razor still in hand he turned towards Nora and stared at her.
“Drop that fucking razor or I will shoot!” screamed Nora. Her body shook with excitement and terror.
Thomas felt a surge of power in his loins. If he could take this bitch out he again would have the power, perhaps he would cut and sodomize her just like Tobias. The thought of possessing her and having the power again made his pants rise.
Nora saw the look on his face and the rise of the pant. “This fucker is crazy!” she thought as Thomas lunged at her.
She fired the bulldog, a gun that was a little much for a woman of her size, but she needed the reassurance of its stopping power, into his leg. While she had threatened to kill him, she did not like killing people, especially kids. The first two were shot on instinct, when her body reacted before her heart, this time her heart had a play in the aim. Thomas’ leg burst into bloody stringy stump that would no longer support his weight. Nora was not sure what was louder the blast from the gun or the sound of his femur being blasted apart like dried firewood. Thomas fell to the ground and passed out. The bloody razor still griped tightly in his clutched hand.
Nora tried to calm herself, her hands shook and she needed a drink, she settled for a Virginia slim, lit it with shaking hands. Yeah you have come a long way baby, the commercial jingle deeply ingrained in her subconscious. She inhaled deeply letting the nicotine feed her system. This was not what she expected to find here.
Nora looked at the Priest and could not help feeling pity for him. His tongue was swollen and split into three pieces. The middle of the tongue was still trapped in the vice grips. His crotch was crusted with dried blood and patches of burned hair, it looked like someone was practicing Cajun cooking, Blackened Cock, on his crotch. There was strips of some type of meat on the bed between his legs, upon taking a closed look she gagged and vomited on Tobias, adding to his humiliation.
There was part of her that admired the boys for what they had done. She wished she had the balls to take care of Tyrone this way. But the other part of her, the cop part, started doing her job, calling for backup, and reading the rest of the boys their rights. There would be a mound of fucking paperwork and hopefully she would not lose her badge for dropping those unarmed boys.
Thomas woke. The room was bright and the sun came though the window landing on his face, warming him. His leg was in a cast, he wiggled his toes, and was glad that his leg was still there. Before passing out he thought for sure that his leg had been blown off. Leg intact and the sun shining on his face, he smiled, maybe things were going to work out. The door opened and in walked Thomas’ mother, she was vibrant, clean, sober and full of relief that she has found her son. “Thomas, Thomas, I am so glad to see you, I have missed you so much,” Thomas wept, tears of joy.
“Thomas, Thomas…” can you hear, the nurse asked as she tried to wake her patient.
Thomas woke, he was in a dark musty hospital room. His mother was not at his side, just an old tired looking nurse who smiled at him as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He realized he was dreaming and it must have been the nurse’s voice he had heard. His mom was probably OD laying in an alley or turning tricks to support her habit. He looked down at his leg, the blanket was not showing the bulge that he was hoping for. Tears sprang from his eyes. One moment he had the power, he felt alive and strong. Now he laid in the bed a one legged cripple, and probably would have to face time in prison.
“Sorry son, the bullet damage was too much, the doctor couldn’t save your leg,” the nurse explained as she checked his vitals. “There is someone here to see you,” she opened the door and let Father Tobias’ in as she left.
Father Tobias was now just Tobias, the church had defrocked him and he was on his own to face his criminal charges. He limped over to Thomas, he was still sore as hell, his severed penis was reattached, but with the missing pieces it was not functional, only there for aesthetics purposes. His anus required ten stitches to restore the damage the boys had done. His pride and dignity would require much more than any doctor had to offer. He opened his mouth and lisped, his tongue was healing but still swollen.
“I have nothing left, you have taken it all from me, the church, the ability to posses power, my ability to be a man. Even God has rebuked me. And for this I can never forgive you. I took you boys in, gave you shelter, an education and guidance, and this is how you repay me. I loved you boys.” While Thomas hated Tobias, he felt some pity, Tobias in his sick way really did love the boys, you could hear it in his voice, he just could not control his weaknesses of the flesh.
Tobias removed a syringe from his back pocket and injected the contents into Thomas’ IV line. Thomas panicked and fumbled for the call button, Tobias slapped it from his hands. “When I was in college I was a medical student when I got the calling. What I have injected into your IV will prevent your blood from carrying the oxygen your body needs, you will soon be dead.” Tobias explained as he injected his own arm with the same contents. He climbed into the bed with Thomas and cradled the dying boy.
“For what I have done and for what I am now doing, there is no salvation, so I too must die. Maybe now the vicious cycle will end.” Tobias whispered into Thomas’ ear as he kissed the boy’s dying check.
Thomas smiled weakly “Fuck you Tobias, you coward, this isn’t over, I’ll see you in Hell!”
“Perhaps you will.” said Tobias as his oxygen deprived body convulsed and then relaxed. The cycle was over.