As I’m lying here on my bed, my hole feels wet and sticky with Father Patrick’s cum. My own is drying on my stomach and the room smells like sweat and sex. I need to go take a shower. I hope none of the other boys are in the shower room, but it won't matter. We are all sacred chalices for the priests' sacred offerings or that’s what they say. That was what Father Patrick told me the first time he came to my room just before I went to bed. That wasn’t the first time he fucked me. That happened in the confessional. I hadn’t really thought about boys until I came to St. Peter’s. I tried not to think about sex at all. But the boys were all doing stuff with each other. I was shocked, and I wondered what the priests thought. But mostly I tried to stay away from it. I did some stuff, though, and I thought that I should confess it, whether the other boys did or not. Father Patrick was there that day. I told him, and he asked a lot of questions. He said he would help me. In the end he took my cherry. It all happened so fast. He made me touch him. Then he put my penis in his mouth. I never felt anything so good. When he wanted me to do it to him, I guess I felt like I should.Then he came around to my side of the confessional. I guess I knew what sodomy was but I never thought about it at all, I mean what it actually meant until he had me face the wall and brace my hands. He stepped up behind me and I suddenly realized he wanted to put his penis in me. I was afraid, but I couldn’t say “no”, there wasn’t time really. It hurt bad going in, but the more he did it the better it felt. A few minutes later, he was sitting on the bench, and I was fucking myself with his cock. It was like I was possessed. I couldn’t get enough. Then he came and I could feel his semen inside me. When it was over I asked him if I was corrupted, but he said no, that I was awakened.I didn’t really know what that meant, but my hole felt…empty. It didn’t go away. I guess that’s what awakened is. I wanted more! I tried not to touch myself, but I couldn’t help it. I masturbated in the shower remembering what he did to me. It didn’t happen again, though. He would smile at me in the hall. One day, in the library, I was working on a paper. He walked behind me and put his hand on my shoulder and asked how I was doing. Just his touch gave me an erection. But I just said, “fine,” and he said, “that’s good.” Then he squeezed my shoulder and walked away.Two weeks later, though, right before bedtime, he came to my room. I was hoping he would fuck me again, but I was embarrassed to ask him to. I got up and started taking my clothes off to put on my night shirt. I hoped when he saw me naked, he would want me. He asked if I was okay with what happened, and reminded me to keep it a secret. I didn’t know what to do, so I put my nightshirt on.Then he told me to come sit next to him. He told me that my feelings were a burden that he wanted to share with me then he kissed me. He had me lay back on the bed and sucked my penis for a long time, almost until I came. He had me get on my knees, and he started playing with my butt. I was sort of embarrassed, but then he leaned down and started kissing me and licking me down there and my eyes just rolled back in my head. When he wanted to fuck me, it just went right in.He was in control this time, holding me down and fucking me hard, but it was wonderful. Even better than the first time. Just before he came, he pulled out, and I watched five or six squirts of semen land all over my chest. He put his penis back in me and held me until it got soft and slipped out. He told me that I was baptized in his seed and my body was a sacred chalice for the Seed of the Fathers, and I should keep myself pure to be a vessel for their offerings.It was not long after that other priests approached me to take their seed as well. They use me several times a week, and I feel like I’ve found my role in the church.