Mr and Mrs Jones were very religious and never missed a Sunday at church in their small village. They had an eighteen year old son named Mark, who was very quiet and obedient to his strict parents. He was taken to church each week but would have preferred to be out on his bike. His parents wanted to get him more involved in the church but even after his pleading that he didn't want to, on his eighteenth birthday he had an appointment to see Father James.
The three of them met Reverend James in the vestry at ten o'clock on Saturday morning. The minister was a young man, late twenties - early thirties, with an athletic build. It was obvious to James that Marks parents were pushing him into this and he wanted to meet Mark alone, so after a long conversation where the parents were doing all the talking, made another appointment to see Mark at three o'clock that afternoon.
Mark was not at all happy with this but arrive at the vestry on time and James invited him in. He was not wearing the black robe he had been wearing that morning but jeans and an open neck shirt. This put Mark a little more at ease, he seemed to be so much more approachable than he seemed when he presided at the church services.
'Lets go out in the garden', suggested James.
The garden was large well kept and private, the sun was shining and it felt good.
'Are your parents pushing you into joining the church?' James asked.
After a long pause, Mark replied. 'Yes sir, but please don't tell them I have told you.'
'You know Mark, that any thing you say to me or I say to you is between us only. You can confide in me, even you deepest secrets and I will not judge you. It will be a lot easier to join me, which will make your parents happy and I'm sure I can make your life in the church more interesting than you thought possible.'
'How would you do that?'
'I was like you when I was young and I hated to go to church and my parents forced me to join. It wasn't a small church like this but a very large church with a very strict Minister. I had to join the choir and being all boys together we were always getting into mischief and getting punished if we were caught. Often the punishment was being stripped naked in front of all the boys and caned. It may sound terrible but the other boys treated you as a hero afterwards.
As you know, I work here on my own apart from the organist and Church Warden and they are nearly three times as old as me so we don't have a lot in common. You're very young but I'm sure I can train you to assist me and submit to my needs, would you like that?'
'What other punishments did he give you?'
'I'll tell you more another time, will you train to be my assistant?'
'I think so, sir.'
'Let's get you measured up for a cassock.'
They went into the large house and into the sitting room where James gave him a glass of wine.
'When you've finished that take your clothes off and I'll measure you, I think I may have one that will fit you, you're very slender. I don't want you to wear anything under your cassock, except in the winter when I'll provide you with something to keep you warm.'
Mark tried to make his wine last for as long as he could before he began taking off his clothes and finally he was standing in front of James nude. Feeling James touch his body as he measured him made him tingle.
'I remember when I first put on a cassock, I felt as if I was putting on a dress. Wait there and I'll get one for you to try, I still feel a bit feminine wearing one.'
Mark stood there with no clothes on, the first time this had happened in front of another man.
'You look beautiful standing there,' James said as he returned. 'I've found one that may fit you. It's a shame to cover up such a beautiful body.'
This was too much for Mark and the erection that he had tried so hard to control took over making him turn bright red.
'Don't be shy Mark, there must be no secrets between us. To me you look so feminine." With that he ran his hands over Marks body, making his erection ache. Before I can put the cassock on you I'll have to find some panties so you don't tent it out.'
Leaving Mark alone again with his hard penis, he went to find some panties.
'These should do the trick,' he said, holding out a small white pair of silky panties.'
Mark put them on, they were very tight and he was terrified that he would cum. James helped him on with the cassock and stood back to look at him.
'You must look at yourself in the mirror, come upstairs.'
He followed James upstairs, careful not to tread on the hem then into a bedroom with large mirrors around it. As he stared at himself, he couldn't help feeling he was looking at a girl.
'Do you still want to give yourself to me....and the church?'
'I, I've never felt like this before...............it's as if I'm entering a different world.'
'You are, or you can go back to your parents and tell them, it's not for you. If you want to continue, you will have to give yourself to me and obey my wishes. Do you want to continue?'
'Yes sir, please train me, when do you want me to start?'
'Tomorrow you will come to church with your parents as usual and you can tell them you have been accepted and are going trained in the church. That is all you will ever tell them, nothing else. You will then come and see me in the evening at 6 o'clock. Now take you cassock off and let me take a photo of you in your panties.'
'Why do you want to do that?'
'You have agreed to obey my wishes and you make such a beautiful picture. It is also to ensure you do not break your promise to keep your work secret.'
When Mark arrived home his parents bombarded him with questions as to how his interview went. Smiling he told them he was going to be trained in the church which made them deliriously happy. He told them he couldn't tell them any more but will start tomorrow evening.
During the Sunday morning service James announced to the small congregation that Mark had been accepted to be trained in the church, making him and his parents very proud. As he sat there deep in thought as the service dragged on, what did the future hold for him and his penis twitched as an answer.
Arriving at the church at 6pm sharp, James was there to greet him. 'Are you sure there are no doubts in your mind about submitting yourself to me?'
'No sir.'
'Then come and visit the crypt, it's where we will be spending a lot of our time.'
Mark was led into the vestry where James pulled back a carpet that concealed a trap door. When the door was opened it revealed a stone staircase disappearing into darkness, until it was revealed by light to be a large vault. James descended the stairs with Mark following, standing out at the far end was a large cross. This seemed to take his mind off the other items scattered about.
'When I punish people this is were it is done.'
'Do you punish many people sir?'
'It all depends, some are brought here to be punished, and some come of their own free will. You've heard of BDSM haven't you?'
'Yes sir, but why do you do it?'
'It brings money into the church, it would have closed years ago with the amount we make from the collections. The previous minister had the original idea and I've just improved on it.'
Mark walked towards the cross, passing a rack, stocks, whipping benches and cages. The cross had straps to secure the victim. As he stood looking at it, James told him to take off his clothes.
'B,but.'
'Take your clothes off, I won't tell you again!' James repeated in a firm tone.
He slowly started to remove his clothes, when he had finished he was told to stand on the bloc at the base of the cross and put his arms out to be strapped. Then his feet were secured.
'How do you feel?' James asked as he began to stroke Mark's body, slowly up his legs then thighs passing his penis to his stomach to his breast. Now his penis was hard and even in his situation he started to enjoy it.
'You look so beautiful, I'll take a photo for your album, then give you an orgasm.'
True to his word he took several pictures and made him cum but then told him that he would be back in an hour to release him and that he would make a pretty girl.
Now his orgasm had finished and James was walking away, he began to suffer with Post Orgasm Syndrome and was thankful that he was now on his own.
The hour went very slowly and during that time his arousal returned and the thought of his future looked exciting. James returned and took him down from the cross and naked back to the vestry.
'Your first experience has been a success and I'm very pleased with you. I'm sure we are going to get on well together. Are you pleased your parents have given you to the church?'
'Yes sir, I will be pleased to follow any instructions you give me.'
'That's what I like to hear. Now, you must not let anyone at school know anything about your new life except from you being the Altar Boy at church. You may come to my house as often as you wish, even doing your homework here. Now get dressed and go home.'
Doing his homework at the Vicarage was also a new exciting experience. He had to do it just wearing a pair of pink panties. When he had finished, James would read his work and if it was not done to his liking would take him through a tunnel from the Vicarage cellar to the crypt under the Church. He would then either be whipped or caned him while he was tied down.
Mark's school work improved significantly and his parents were impressed, pleased that giving him to the Church would have such a good effect on him. They were also proud of him on Sunday serving Reverend James during the Church services dressed in his cassock.
The first Sunday, he arrived at the vestry at 6am and James helped him dress in his cassock with a pair of white silk panties underneath to stop any tell tail traces of an erection. He was nervous when he first entered the Church although the early morning service had only a few people. The next service was the event that his parents attended and he couldn't help feeling a sort of joy that they had no idea of what their little boy was experiencing in the Church.
