Description: I moved to this diocese because I had become improperly involved with several young men at my previous posting. Even when I tried to change my ways, the lust that I had awakened in them proved too much to rectify. As much as I wanted to return to my vows, they were still hungry for my dick, and more than willing to both flirt and beg to get it, neither of which I was able to resist. My only choice was to remove myself from their temptation. I thought surely things would be different here, or at least I could resist falling into the ungodly behavior that I had succumbed to at my last church. Perhaps I should have known that taking a position at a boy’s school was the wrong place for me to be, but it is where I am needed, and I could hardly tell the bishop why it would not be a good choice. I’m a devout man of God and a member of Opus Dei, and it is my task on this earth to resist temptation and master my natural proclivity to sin. I thought, perhaps it was even God’s will to place me in the way of temptation so that I could prove my righteous strength to resist it. It was hardly a week after I arrived that Noah, one of our altar boys, asked to see me in my chamber. He is a very sweet lad; quiet, demur, and sincere. He said that he was deeply troubled but he declined to say why. Unfortunately, I had a very good idea what it was. Father Patrick had come to me for confession several days before. I should have stopped him but it is important, in the confessional, for the penitent to fully unburden their heart if they are going to receive meaningful forgiveness. Father Patrick told me in graphic detail what had happened between himself and Noah a few days previously. Noah had come to Father Patrick to confess that he was having impure thoughts about other boys, although he had never acted on them. Father Patrick had seized on the young man’s indecision and vulnerability and used it to seduce him. Father Patrick had gone on in great detail about how he had coerced young Noah to fellate him. Then, joining the innocent boy on the penitent’s side of the confessional, the horny priest had forced his cock into the boy’s tight virginal hole and fucked him until he spilled his seed deep inside the boy. This vivid description left my own cock hard and throbbing as I struggled not to soil my trousers my own load. Even during all of my perverse indiscretion at my old church, I never actually fucked a boy in the confessional. I never even thought of it, although now I wish I had. Father Patrick swore his repentance and I had no choice but to offer him the Lord’s forgiveness, even though I didn't really believe that he regretted it for a moment, or that he would resist the opportunity to do it again the next time he had the chance. I can only leave his salvation in his hands, and God’s will. Having young Noah kneeling on the prie-dieu in front of me, I realized the temptation that Father Patrick had faced. It is really not an exaggeration to say that the lad is angelic. He is absolutely adorable and almost irresistible. I would say Satan had sent him to tempt the hearts of men, if he didn’t exude such an air of innocent sincerity. In his heart he is the best of boys, and at least so far, he has little awareness of the effect that he has on the sexually awakened men around him. He was deeply troubled by what had happened over the past week. After his encounter with Father Patrick, he went on to further sin; giving in to his lust for the other boys in his dormitory. This had to be stopped before it corrupted him further. Opus Dei teaches us that the body must be humbled and brought under the control of the mind and spirit. Being afraid of what his visit might mean, I had tucked my wooden paddle into my chair in case it was needed. It does not offer the level of discipline that I would give myself but I hoped it would be sufficient to make an impression on him. Having heard his confession, I had him lay across my lap, which he did with an understandable air of trepidation. I looked down at his khaki shorts stretched across his perfect ass and repressed any thought, bringing the paddle down hard. The boy barely flinched. I hit him several more times with no real effect. I assume he must have received some corporal punishment from his father at home and was accustomed to it. Not wanting to hit him too hard with the paddle, I told him to take off his shorts. I honestly thought a hand spanking on his bare cheeks would be more effective. When he laid back down, though, I was gazing down on the beautiful miracle of Noah’s ass. Cheeks more round and firm than perhaps any I’ve ever seen, legs long and graceful, his back slim and strong. My body responded against my will. I gave him a firm swat, but my fingers tingled as they touched his body, and my hand lingered on his soft warm flesh. Again, he barely responded, giving me the excuse that I secretly desired to remove his underpants entirely. I confess by this time my motives were far less than pure, but I tried to administer the discipline that he needed, promising myself the punishment that I deserved as soon as I was done with him. It was a futile effort, though. My fingers slipped into the crease between his ivory peach of an ass, grazing the tight wrinkled gate to his inner sanctum. My head dipped lower, my face closer to his body, smelling the sweet musk of his young flesh. My mouth watered, my tongue longed to taste him. My cock throbbed and oozed precum, no doubt spreading an incriminating stain across my trousers. My lips made contact with his velvety skin, first kissing, then licking, hungry for the taste of him, thrusting my tongue against his hole, wetting it before working my finger through his defenses and first feeling the hot recesses of his body. The devil take me, but there was no holding back. I would fuck him. He would feel my priestly rod driving deep into his guts, forcing mewling cries of pain and pleasure from his no longer innocent lips. Young Noah was surely created to be a toy in the hands of men who can appreciate the carnal gift that he is. I was, once again, transported to the paradise that is sodomy with such a beautiful young man, and anointed him generously with my seed. Lord help me. I am lost.