I summoned altar boy Lane to the rectory to meet with me about having sex with his boyfriend, altar boy Tyga Knottz, in this room while the priests were in conclave. When he entered, he knew what was coming and knelt, telling me he was sorry. Really, I believe that the correct statement is that Lane was sorry for being caught. I told him to stand and take off his pants. While he was disrobing, I thought to myself, “Pleasure and punishment. It's like a game for him. Where most boys see them as separate. Lane likes to play both sides. He knows what he did. And what it leads to. And I have no problem playing the game with him.” Both Tyga and Lane know the rules. There is to be no sex between the altar boys, and that all their sexual training is to be performed by the priests. However, Lane and Tyga have become boyfriends and lovers. Worse, both of them are loud lovers. In the quiet hallowed halls of St. Peter's Catholic School for Boys, there is no mistaking when those two are fucking. It echoes. Regardless, both Lane and Tyga are good altar boys that have raging sexual appetites that must be filled. It would take a flock of priests to keep them sexually sated, but that is what is going to make them excellent priests themselves one day, with their own flock of altar boys to fuck. After Lane removed his pants, I got him to bend over my lap. I gave him hard whacks with the paddle, some being on his bare ass, and the final ones with my hand. While spanking Lane, I used my other hand to rub his butt, balls, taint and cock. Once I was satisfied, I began playing with his hole, adding spit, and even adding a few kisses, because after all, I love Lane and want to see him grow to higher roles in the Catholic Church. But I still had a responsibility to train him and in doing so, picked up a wide, large glass dildo, knowing that most boys would not be able to take one that big. Lane is different and can take large, hard, cylindrical objects of desire in his tight hole.I made him stand up. He had a raging hard, dripping erection, showing that the spanking didn’t have quite the effect that it should have. Lane’s cock spoke to my deepest lust for him, and I must confess I crave the times I’m with him. I had him lean back, and I sucked him hard, deep throating him, hearing the same gasping, moaning noises the whole church can hear when he is with Tyga. I closed my eyes and enjoyed myself, sucking him balls deep. That is a feat with his big dick. I moved him around to lean forward and moved in, rimming him. Sometimes I paused to enjoy his scent, kissing the soft skin on each cheek, then focusing on rimming him deeper. At the same time, I pulled out my holy member and stroked it, preparing to fuck him. When the time came, I slowly slid in. With a naughty, sexy smile, he wiggled his butt back and forth until I pushed all the way in. I knew it might hurt a little, but I needed the pleasure for myself. He would have to take it. As I continued to pump in and out of Lane’s hot hole, he continued to whimper, until I sped up pounding his love hole harder and harder, until he made me cum, balls deep, breeding him the way I know he craves, with warm semen coating and soothing his needy chute. After I pulled out, Lane turned around and gave me a sweet kiss. He and I must find more time to relieve our carnal lusts with each other.