- Fathers Nikolai, Yuri, and Aleksei, all in their early 20's and fresh from taking their holy vows to join the church as priests, are about to fall from grace and into the clutches of a new, crueler god who will demand much more from them than their previous one. -
For the life of him, Father Nikolai couldn't remember how exactly he and his two brothers in Christ, Yuri and Aleksei, had reached this point.
He could kind of remember the events of the sauna from a week ago and he could DEFINITELY remember what had happened several times during confessional and in their dormitories in the days that came after.
But nothing he could laboriously piece together in his mind through the haze of pain and narcotics and mind breaking pleasure could adequately explain their current state of affairs.
The three priests kneeled in the central aisle of the church that Yuri ministered to. Nikolai with his jet black hair, Yuri with his brown hair and Aleksei with his blonde hair and blue eyes (the Aryan ideal in a country that had sacrificed millions of their sons and daughters to push back fascist invaders 80 years earlier).
Each holy man naked except for their clerical collars, rock hard penises bobbing up and down as they slowly shimmied forward on their knees with their hands tied behind them with their own rosaries.
Nikolai was in front so he had the full view of their tormenter, Michael, (no last name to go with it, like so many biblical adversaries, Satan, Beelzebub, Belal, Michael). Only god could not send such an irresistible seducer to test their faith and their vows. Could He?
Michael was as naked as they were but his lack of clothing didn't reduce his stature in any way. His body made the men waiting in line yearn to please him and it, the 12 inch column of rock hard meat jutting at nearly 45 degrees above horizontal. Dear god. He wanted it so badly.
Eagerly assisting in this perversion of the sacrament of Communion was Father Ethan, who stood right next to Michael, stroking his cock (Nikolai was appalled to find himself even thinking in such profane terms in the house of the Lord. Then, he had to admit to himself it was by far the very least of his many sins).
Michael's dick was already slick with precum.
He smirked, "
Come forward, my slave. Take of My body."
Nikolai shimmied forward as Father Ethan placed the head of Michael's dick on his tongue and squeezed a dollop of precum onto it.
It was all too much. The young priest sobbed as the head of His manhood filled Nikolai's mouth. He swallowed the pre-nut and started cumming ferociously, hands-free. His lips were wrapped tightly around Michael's ultimate tool of corruption. It was the only thing keeping him from doubling over from the orgasmic spasms coursing through his body.
He was still sobbing as he came. "hmmmm-uh-huh-huh. Uh-huh-huhm."
Michael looked down at him and His eyes bored into Nikolai's soul.
"Good Lord! Is there anything better than a broken bitch blowing you through the tears?"
Nikolai's only response was to start bobbing up and down the first few inches of Michael's dick and darting his tongue back and forth under the head with tears streaming down his face.
"Can you believe it's only been a week since I met you guys? Time flies when I'm having fun."
Nikolai heard the impatient shuffling of knees on the carpet behind him and realized that Yuri and Aleksei desperately wanted their turn pleasing their Master.
"No" he thought, "just a few minutes more" before Michael pushed Nikolai's head off His cock with a loud "plop" sound. He fell over and cried harder.
"Dear God, how could this happen?", he cried out. But the only sound he heard was Michael laughing like Lucifer, himself. The sound brought him back to the sauna, last Saturday, and the beginning of their descent into blissful, agonizing perversion.
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Father Nikolai luxuriated in the heat and humidity of the sauna along with his two brothers in Christ, Aleksei and Yuri. The three young men had all joined the seminary at the same time. All coming from longstanding conservative communities of Russian immigrants.
They had studied rigorously together. They had shared their visions for the ministries they would one day possess.
"I will preach of a simpler, more rewarding life" Yuri would say. "And with the words of the Lord as my guide, my church will be a place where the parishioners will feel the promise of that life."
"Yes, my hope is similar to that. I want to lead my flock from the hedonistic, frivolous trappings that surround them.", Aleksei had chimed in.
"I know it'll be a challenge. But together I think we will turn many away from purposeless lives of instant gratification and permissiveness towards moral degradation."
None of them had to explicitly name the degradation he meant. Abortion, adultery, polygamy, pornography and worst of all, homosexuality and so-called transgenderism. The thought of it, especially the last two, made their stomachs churn.
Men laying with men, women with women, and dressing up as the other sex and mutilating their bodies were not the greatest sins (and the Church had made clear that denouncing it in the harsh terms he and many others would prefer was morally correct but ultimately unproductive. They must hide their disgust so that even more of the faithful would not drift away). But they were the greatest violations of the Natural Order that were socially tolerated in the modern world.
Nikolai's thoughts drifted from their bright futures to their pleasant present. Sweat poured from their pores and muscles relaxed in the steam. The three men had bonded quickly over their shared background and bi-weekly trips to the sauna which had sprung from it.
There were only two things marring the otherwise wonderful experience.
The first was their missing American brother, Father Ethan. He had mentioned not feeling well today to brother Yuri (they had been assigned to the same parish). He had been the only other seminarian to regularly join them in the blistering heat during their years of study.
Yuri had also mentioned a curious incident involving Father Ethan from two weeks back. Apparently, he'd arrived back from confessional duty at the dormitory he shared with Yuri several hours later than usual, quickly grabbing some cleaning supplies before heading back out. He claimed he'd spilled some coffee in the narthex but Yuri had noticed a lightening of the wood paneling in the confessional booth. And, crazily enough, some of the lightening on the back wall was in the shape of a man (he had no way of knowing that sometime in the next three hours all three of them would experience the spectacularly explosive answer to this mystery, themselves).
Despite his absence, brother Ethan had purchased a bottle of the high end vodka they enjoyed sharing in the sauna. The alcohol adding to that wonderful relaxing effect. In fact, the booze seemed to be having an even greater effect on them than usual. All three feeling woozy and silly and laughing at anything and everything (Yuri didn't notice that the bottle had already been opened and if he had he still would have no reason to be suspicious of a friend and fellow devotee).
The second thing detracting from the experience was the young man who was in the sauna with them. Tall and muscular, he had come in about an hour into their marathon sauna session, when they were absolutely hammered (and, unbeknownst to them, high as kites). They were still enjoying themselves but they preferred that it was just the three (or four, with brother Ethan) of them so they could reminisce freely about old times (and some old times that others might be shocked to learn about from men who would one day take vows of chastity. They regretted those sins of youth when sober but with a little of Mother Russia's best export in their bellies they could be quite nostalgic for those glory days).
The young man was lying back on the bench opposite them, apparently sleeping.
Aleksei was recounting an experience he'd had with one of the three girlfriends he'd had before he was called to serve when all three of them noticed the effect it was having on the young man. What looked like a large kielbasa was forming under the towel wrapped around his waist. (Nikolai had no way of knowing that the thought of vanilla sex with a willing woman would never excite Michael. He was imagining all the things he was going to do to them. Or, more accurately, what he was gonna get them to do to him).
"Better not recollect any more than that, brother, or we'll have to patch the ceiling", Aleksei joked. All three laughed heartily at this pg-13 joke.
