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Rudol Von Stroheim was a well respected man of God. A very kind man whom everyone at the local church in Berlin grew fond of. The children especially. He maintained a strong balance of both humor and assertiveness in his words.
His sermons always had the children and adults alike eagerly listening to his words, with his strong and loud voice echoing through the hall.
His words were like gospel. All were moved by him.
Except one.
Not all of the younger ones were so well focused any time Stroheim opened his mouth to speak. Children weren’t always known for their ability to sit through things they found boring.
In fact, this young boy in particular seemed to just have quite the hard time paying attention during that morning’s sermon. Fiddling with the ends of his dress shorts, quietly tugging at his mother’s sleeve to ask an unrelated question and looking anywhere else except for Von Stroheim.
And Stroheim saw this. He sees everything, of course.
He subtly stole glances at the boy as he spoke. He saw just how distracted this boy was. He viewed his behavior as simply not being able to accept God’s grace just yet. After all, it was also quite disrespectful.
Here he is, speaking the words of the Lord and this boy seemed to have no interest in it. He wouldn’t tolerate such thoughtlessness. The boy simply needed someone strong to guide him. That was all.
Stroheim would think of a solution to better this boy’s behavior, like a bulb of light switching on in his mind. Only he could provide such a stern lecture to him. And, then again, he also found the boy rather cute.
His sermon was finished and Stroheim strode over to the boy’s mother after having had a conversation with another churchgoer. He greeted her with a familiar smile since her and her son were regulars here. Stroheim always managed to carry himself with elegance and poise, no matter what was on his mind. Maintaining his soft smile, Stroheim said to her:
“Would it be possible to have a talk with Jonas?”
The brunette woman looked a little perplexed.
“Why of course, is there something wrong, Father?”
“No, nothing’s wrong, my dear. I simply wish to speak to him about his… absent-mindedness during the sermon. I believe if he listened to what I had to say in a more isolated room, he would be more attentive. Is that alright?”
The woman smiled and made a noise of relief. She nearly panicked into thinking her darling son did something bad. She then said to Stroheim:
“Oh of course, I’m sure he would be happy to listen to you if you spoke with him one on one~!”
“Thank you~”
The charm in Stroheim’s voice could tame a vicious serpent. With hands behind his broad back, he watched as Jonas’ mother fetched for him. She kneeled down a little to talk to him, the words inaudible to Stroheim but he didn’t really need to hear. He knew.
Now Jonas was guided over to him, the brunette boy with the caramel colored eyes still looked elsewhere rather than up at Stroheim. And Stroheim looked down at Jonas, his head still tilted upwards in a look of calculation. Cold and planning.
Yet it quickly turned into his usual softer smile as he gently extended a hand to Jonas, guiding him down the hall with a gentle touch to the boy’s back.
So close now. So very close.
Stroheim had Jonas come with him into an isolated room. The lights dim yet the light of the morning sun shone through the curtains.
Stroheim then closed the door behind them and locked it. Jonas was too naïve and too ignorant to know that, perhaps locking the door here, wasn’t safe. Yet, he only knew the words of his mother, who knew the words of Stroheim. And he felt no panic or worry.
And Stroheim felt there was a lesson to be taught. In the physical form. Surely that was the best method to get this young, lost boy to learn the words and actions of God. After all, God speaks through Stroheim, so everything he says and does must be just.
“Jonas… Do you know why I wanted to speak with you?” Stroheim lowered his voice.
Jonas shook his head, looking down at his small hands that fiddled with the end of his dress shirt.
“No, Father.”
Stroheim then moved his hand and softly lifted the boy’s chin to look up at him. He gave the boy a look that was slightly unreadable. Yet, a hint of pink dusted across his sharp cheekbones. He then said to the boy:
“You need guidance, my child. You seem lost and unable to find the words of God. But you needn’t worry, I will help you.”
Stroheim’s words were deep and eerily comforting. And to Jonas, he would find comfort in such words. This boy, so innocent and ignorant. So he agreed with a small nod, because he hardly knew any better. And Stroheim would feel a tingle in the pit of his groin and he moved closer, kissing the boy’s rosy lips. Stroheim silently encouraged the boy to part his lips more. And so he did.
Stroheim slid his tongue across Jonas’ teeth and Jonas made a soft mewl as his round cheeks flushed red. And the erection that grew tight against Stroheim’s pants only ached more with the desire to be freed.
As their lips parted, a string of their saliva connected to them. Stroheim’s larger hands cupped at Jonas’s thighs and waist as he leaned his face against the soft strands of his hair. And then he inhaled the boy’s scent of his hair. The smell was euphoric to him. His eyes lulled as he slid his hands over Jonas’s groin. He then whispered:
“You will do as I say, yes?” He was nearly breathless from the bliss of being this close to a boy again.
Jonas made a soft nod and muttered, “Y-Yes Father.”
“Good boy~”
Jonas had obeyed and allowed Stroheim to strip off his clothes. The fabric fell to the floor, one by one. And Stroheim had led Jonas over with him to the loveseat. He sat down and had Jonas watch as undid his pants and revealed his large throbbing member to him. So excited that it had leaked precum, stringing from his pink tip.
He coaxed Jonas to come closer to him, and he did. Butterflies formed in the boy’s tummy as he was lifted onto the larger man’s lap. And Stroheim told Jonas to open his mouth and made him suck on his broad fingers. He then used them to tease Jonas’ tight puckered hole, slipping one digit in and Jonas made a meek yelp in surprise. But he let Stroheim do it because he was so trusting.
Stroheim used his fingers to loosen the boy’s hole, his knuckles disappearing into his entrance. This made Stroheim quiver with anticipation and Jonas mewled out even more.
And when Jonas’s hole was ready for Stroheim’s throbbing tool, he slowly slid it in. A soft grunt of relief had escaped Stroheim’s lips as he finally felt the intense heat of Jonas’ entrance. And a loud whimper escaped Jonas from feeling the girth of Stroheim’s cock.
Stroheim allowed the boy to adjust to his length before he would start to thrust. And it wasn’t long before Jonas started to moan louder. Stroheim, in between grunts and hitched breath, had to quietly shush the boy. He whispered into his ear:
“Shh… keep your voice down, alright? Try to keep quiet~”
Jonas whimpered in a noise of agreement and kept his face buried in the crook of Stroheim’s neck. And Stroheim gently stroked Jonas’ hair as he proceeded to thrust into him steadily. Hips bucking in a moderate rhythm.
The soft creaking of the loveseat would ring in their ears and hitched breaths and gentle moans mixed with the slapping against their skin.
To be quite honest, Stroheim had forgotten about the lesson, to which, it was hardly a lesson at all. The opportunity to act on his desires was simply by chance and Jonas fell right into this perverted man’s trap.
But the boy was too ignorant to realize it.
Jonas’s body was a little too small, Stroheim’s cock was able to make the boy’s tummy bulge with each thrust in and Stroheim saw this. It turned him on even more. And so he lightly pressed his hand against Jonas’ bulge and felt himself with each thrust. He cooed and said:
“Your body is still so small, child. That’s alright… mm~... that’s perfect~”
And because of his growing arousal, Stroheim began to thrust faster. Jonas had to muffle his cute cries of pleasure further, biting down on the fabric of Stroheim’s collar. And Stroheim made a blissful, lustful chuckle.
He lowered his hand from Jonas’ tummy down to his little erect cock and used only his fingers to stroke it. His other hand laid firmly on Jonas’s little ass. The feeling of grabbing and stroking this boy put Stroheim’s mind through a swirling storm of bliss. And so his thrusts became much more vigorous.
“Mm…! Mmn~!” Jonas made hindered moans in response to such vigor and stimulation.
And Stroheim’s groans had reflected the pleasure he was feeling. Such sinful pleasure, he knew. Yet he would not care.
He was acting through God. And God told him to pleasure this boy. So he did.
A perverted delusion, but also a dangerous motivation.
Breathless almost, Stroheim lifted the hand that was upon Jonas’ ass to gently grab his face and steal another kiss from him. With more passion now, it was sloppy. Stroheim now lacked the self control to really hold back. So his tongue plunged into Jonas’ mouth and the boy whimpered and shuddered.
And the reaction from Jonas made Stroheim that much more eager to please him and himself. So he stroked the boy’s small tool faster as he continued to ruin the boy’s hole.
The slapping sounds of skin against skin became more strung together, the bliss of the moment was overwhelming. Sinfully so.
And Stroheim took every opportunity to kiss and touch and stroke Jonas, leaving the boy breathless and mewling each time.
“Such slutty moans… How cute… I love it~”
Stroheim’s smirk was one of perversion. He took such sick pleasure in hearing such forbidden sounds. And Jonas was only happy to know that he pleased his Father.
Oh how this sinful man wanted to climax inside, to fill this little hole up with his thick seed, yet he knew the risks and would rather not take them.
Yet, before he knew it, the boy was squirting his spunk onto Stroheim’s hand and fingers. A bit even got on his clothing. Jonas shivered from the climax he endured and continued to feel pleasure from Stroheim continuing to thrust. He then said:
“Ah.. You came before I did, how adorable~ Mmn… Keep still while I finish as well..~”
Jonas was somewhat dizzy from the stimulation, yet managed a response. “Y.. Yes.. Father..”
The boy felt a surge of overstimulation and Stroheim had to shut his little mouth up by giving him another sinfully wet kiss before he brought the hand that stroked Jonas’s cock and licked the seed from it.
He enjoyed the taste.
And now with both of his hands on Jonas’ small hips, he wasted no time pounding his wet hole. The tip of his member hitting the sweet spot deep within. He was desperate to finish, ignoring how sensitive the poor boy might be and now so sinfully wrapped in his tight hole, he hardly knew restraint.
After a few moments, Stroheim found himself feeling the buildup of his climax.
He would shamelessly moan, quiet, but still very much shameless.
With a somewhat swift motion, he pulled out of the boy’s sensitive hole and took hold of his member and stroked it. He did this as he both aimed his tool towards Jonas’s mouth and while his other hand lowered the boy to its level. In a breathy noise of haste, he uttered:
“Open your mouth~”
And Jonas opened his mouth and his tongue was met with the hot spunk of a much older man.
Stroheim grunted as his hips jutted forward. His breath heavy as the hand that held Jonas’s hair began to pet him.
Stroheim urged Jonas to swallow and the boy did just that, earning praise in response.
Stroheim helped Jonas with getting his clothes back on and making them look as if the two of them simply sat together. And Stroheim also did his clothes and fixed his flat top and made himself look just as presentable as he did earlier.
He then spoke again to Jonas:
“Remember to focus during the sermons, Jonas. The words of God are important to guidance in life…”
Jonas nodded and made a meek smile. Stroheim made a huff of satisfaction before leaning down to his level a little. He then whispered to the boy:
“And keep whatever happened here our little secret, alright~?”
“Yes Father~!”
“Good lad~”
Stroheim then gently kissed Jonas on the cheek before he would guide him out of the room and back to his mother who was happily chatting with another local.
And Stroheim subtly nudged his hand against Jonas’s ass to move him along to go to his mother. He got away with such subtle touches.
Many times.
Rudol Von Stroheim was a perversion in the eyes of God.
A very vile man who manipulates everyone in the local church in Berlin. The children especially.
He maintains a strong sense of charisma, lies and misplaced judgment.
To the churchgoers, he was trustworthy.
To God, he was a bastardized image of His creation.
But Stroheim did not care. And he would act again.
He would always act again.