Robert had sinned. In his heart, he knew it was so and he acted as he should. He confessed to his minister. Pastor Phelps chastised him and yelled, but in the end, he must have seen Robert's shame, for he patted the teenager on the shoulder and gave him his pennance. "Hard work will sweat the Devil out of you, Robbie. Go into the yard behind the parish and stack the wood on the opposite side of the shed."
The wood pile was taller than Robbie's head and long. Even though it was early morning, he knew it would take many hours and probably into the evening to finish. His heart heavy with shame and his sin, he nodded and headed out to work.
"Do not forget to think of your sin and repent of it!" Phelps voice followed him as he left the church.
Hours later, the sun was high in the summer sky and Robbie was sweating.
His shirt was dirty, his arms were scratched from some of the logs, and
his back was starting to ache more and more with each load he carried.
Still he continued, the weight of his sin upon him. It was an hour past
noon when Phelps came outside with a glass of water.
"Even in our pennance, we must be aware of our body's needs." He gave
the glass to Robbie who drank from it quickly and handed it back.
"Thank you, Pastor Phelps." He bowed his head and shifted back to work. It was obvious to Phelps the boy still felt shame. Even at sixteen years of age, the burden of his sin was too much to carry on such young shoulders.
Phelps looked around. The church was set at the woods on the edge of their town and there were no houses around for miles. He had no appointments that day and no one was expected to visit. He turned to Robbie with a smile. "Robbie, I fear you haven't yet learned true pennance. Your sin far outweighs the good in your young mind."
Robbie looked terrified at that and he dropped to his knees in tears. "What do I do? I don't want to go to Hell!"
The old minister found his cock growing at the sight of the boy prostrating himself at his feet. It felt good... "We must see if you can withstand the true temptation of sin. Stand up, Robbie." He waited until the boy had stood. "Good. Now take off your pants." Years of abstinence were in his favor as he refrained from touching hiimself as Robbie looked at him quizzically, but did as he was told. "You're a good boy, Robbie, and we're going to prove how good you are. Take my pants off."
"But, sir!" Robbie's eyes were wide in shock and the protest was choked out.
Phelps frowned. "Robbie, your sin is temptation, tempation by male flesh. We shall exercise your demons together and pray that you walk away cured."
The boy still looked unsure, but he reached out with trembling hands and unbuckled Phelps's belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slipped the zipper down. Robbie hesitated a second, but after an encouraging nod, he slid the pants down as well, leaving his minister in only his overly starched shirt and tie, and his tighty-whitey underwear.
"Now, we shall exercise this demon together!" Phelps moved away and moved to stand facing the wall of the shed. He pushed his own underwear down and leaned forward, wrinkly. bone ass sticking out and his droopy cock hanging limp between his thighs. "Stand before God and act out this sin, Robert! Let the Devil know that you are in the arms of God and you are not afraid!"
Robbie stepped forwards, uncertain and more than a little grossed out. The flesh of Phelps's ass hung down competing with his cock in lenght. "What do I do?" Robbie asked, his voice a mixture of horror and revulsion.
"Now you must do as your fantasy told you. I am a man of God, Robbie. Do not worry. Your sin will not taint me, for I am a mouthpiece for the Lord!"
The next five minutes preceded with poor Robbie trying to find the crack of Phelps's ass in the folds of skin. He finally found it and freed his own cock and lined it up at the entrance, but the dry and wrinky skin prevented him from pushing it in. Phelps either didn't notice, or didn't care. He pushed back and then pulled away repeatedly, the tip of Robbie's cock just barely pressing into the ring of flesh each time. Without touching himself, the old man came, spattering the shed wall with a mouthful of come before he collapsed against it.
"The demon is vanquished, Robbie! Do you desire to lie with a man now?" Phelps asked, voice breathless as he sagged against the shed.
Robbie shook his head and stepped back, his hands shaking as he tried to zip his own pants up. His cock was limp and there was bile in his throat. "No. No, sir!"
"Good. You can go home, Robbie," Phelps said, smiling in triumph. They had ridden the demon out together.
"I won't ever wanna lie with a man!" And Robbie ran away, never to return to church again. He married the first girl who would have him and had three boys... all of home he mistreated for any signs of being too feminine or overly interested in other boys.
Phelps continued to exercise demons from the local male population.