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I first repeat part 1. You may want to skip this.
PART 1
Towards twelve o'clock, Father Alexander entered the sacristy of his church.
- 'Everything ready for the midnight mass, John?' he asked the sacristan.
- 'Certainly, reverend Father, I just need to light the incense', and the sacristan hurried to the church.
Father Alexander inspected himself in a large mirror. His golden chasuble suited him well. He was 32, but still youthful: slim, even thin. However, his scrawny chest was now covered with a trail of pubic hair. His face would have been handsome if his mouth were not a little crooked, with blood-red voluptuous lips. Moreover, in his hard green-gray eyes there was a look of slyness and perversion. Father Alexander smiled at his reflection in the mirror. It excited him that his inner perversion was so clearly visible in his outward appearance. And it was a good thing that the chasuble was so heavy, otherwise people would clearly see the large bulge that his stiff prick made in his priestly garments.
Father Alexander looked around. No one. He quickly pulled his phone from under his chasuble, and began typing furiously in an open group chat: 'I would fucking destroy that little brat,' he wrote underneath a photo of a boy toddler whose little legs were pulled apart by two hairy thin hands. It was a picture freshly made by his fellow priest and pervert Max of his latest and youngest altar boy. Father Alexander had not had the chance to abuse the tiny toddler, but Max had invited him for new year's eve. His dick twitched. What he would do to that little toddler, together with his horny perverse friends...
- 'Are you ready, reverend Father?' the sacristan's voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Father Alexander startled and quickly put his phone back under his chasuble.
- "Yes, yes, I'm coming."
Father Alexander hurried out of the sacristy and joined the procession of altar boys who were already waiting in the aisle. An evil smile formed on his lips. He had violated every single one of these little boys in their cassocks dark red as the blood that had dripped from their abused little holes. He didn't care if they were ten of five years old, he had forced his perverted pole into them
without mercy. How he enjoyed their screams, their tears, their writhing, struggling small bodies under him. Father Alexander always chose altar boys who were vulnerable, nerds who were bullied at school, thin, pale, bookworms, who had something strange about their body or face. They bore the mark of the devil, he thought. An evil pedo freak show.
There were also some adult altar boys, but Father Alexander didn't know them very well. Except for Edwin, a skinny, bespectacled boy of 19, who couldn't keep his hands off the little altar boys. That's exactly the reason why Father Alexander had made him head of the altar boys. He loved seeing how pedo desires held Edwin in their grip. Hopefully, Edwin would try to molest those little boys, especially the youngest. Father Alexander tried to leave Edwin alone with his little victims as much as possible. Unfortunately, Edwin hadn't dared to do anything yet. Maybe he should invite him for the pedo orgy with his priest friends? Always great to see a boy loose his innocence and be conquered by evil desires!
Suddenly Father Alexander's attention was drawn to the adult altar boy at the front, carrying the cross. He could not remember ever having seen him before. He was about twenty years old, and had a scraggy, inharmoniously formed body with very thin arms and legs. His red hair hung loose on the left side, and was partly tied in a braid on the other side. His pale face had effeminate features on one side, but on the right it was boyish and hard. Father Alexander's heart was pounding in his throat. Never had he seen such a perverse, devilish face. His cock filled with blood. He was certain he was in love.
The sacristan handed Father Alexander a life-sized statue of the baby Jesus. It was quite new, and very life-like. In fact, unbeknownst to everyone, Father Alexander had it ordered from Japan, from a business that catered to people like him. Underneath the pure white baby clothes, the baby's holes were extremely flexible and deep. In fact, from his baby arse you could reach his little mouth. Father Alexander put on his best sanctimonious face and lifted the perverted baby sex doll high above his head for everyone to see during the procession.
Behind him the choir began to sing: 'Dominus dixit ad me: Filius meus es tu, ego hodie genui te.' The procession started moving. Father Alexander staggered for a moment, but then stepped forward, singing and dizzy with longing for that red-haired devilish young man before him. On to the altar of the Lord, to make a human sacrifice there...
PART 2
Midnight mass was endlessly long. Every time Father Alexander had nothing to do, his gaze was drawn by the enigmatic altar boy with the red hair. He now remembered his name: Loki. At his question, Edwin had whispered this name to him, with a look in which Father Alexander had seen both fear and sneaky horniness. A very good sign. And didn't Loki look at the little altar boys with the same horny, underhanded look that Father Alexander knew so well in himself? Once he saw Bruce, the new little blonde altar of five who stood next to Loki, jump up. The toddler got a bright red head and his fearful, cowardly eyes begged Father Alexander for help. Father Alexander's criminal, strange bent and hairy dick reacted under his priestly clothes as a volcano that wanted to burst and smear the two altar boys with his hot pedophile lava. To abuse a small boy abuse is wonderful, but together with another sex criminal it is even better...
Father Alexander was so occupied with his pedophile dreams that the end of the mass overtook him by surprise. He started.
'Ite, Missa Est, Alleluia,' he sang, thinking how Loki must have assaulted the innocent little Bruce with his thin, red haired hands.
Solemnly, the procession of altar boys retired through the church to the sacristy, with the two sex criminals Loki and Father Alexander on both ends. Halfway through, Father Alexander put the sweet child Jesus in the richly decorated nativity scene at the back of the church. The white, golden long shirt conveniently covered the deep baby hole in which Father Alexander had shot his hot seed three times in preparation for the mass. The fabric still stuck to the dirty white layer of sperm that had trickled from Sweet Jesus' defiled tiny hole.
Arrived in the sacristy, Father Alexander took off his chasuble and put on his cassock. He wore nothing underneath. When he walked the air kissed his thick jungle of pubic hair and his strange shaped dick, which then immediately became half stiff. It often happened that Father Alexander lifted his cassock to quickly push his criminal cock into the mouth of a small child.
While Father Alexander was changing, he secretly looked in the mirror at the altar boys. He saw that Loki and Edwin together helped the little altar boys pulling of their little red cassocks, and that they were eagerly touching the pubic area and the buttocks of the children with their hands. The little Bruce, however, stood in corner, and refused all the help. He quickly pulled of his little red cassock and fled the sacristy. Father Alexander saw how Loki and Edwin looked deep into each other's eyes, and laughed mischieuvous together. His cruel cock grew hard thinking about this growing secret relationship between the two child abusers.
In the meantime, the church grew slowly empty. A few people were still kneeling at the statue of the Holy Mother Mary, in front of which a whole sea of candles was burning. The Heavenly Mother always graciously looked down on the people who came to her with their worries. For example, she had graciously looked down on the tears of the little Victor, when he was raped in front of her altar by Father Alexander and Father Max. But she had not intervened, no matter how much little Victor sobbed and called out to her. Father Alexander had even seen a silent consenting smile on her face when, under barbaric cries, he pumped his dirty white seed into the defiled boy hole...
Father Alexander walked to the nativity scene in the church. There were still a few people praying piously to the Baby Jesus, roughly raped by Father Alexander. "Stupid sheep," he thought, "I should just lift my cassock, and ram my meat straight into that baby pussy. That is the true 'glory of God.'
There was only one family now at the nativity scene. The Philipses, he knew them. An overworked, exhausted mother and a handsome, fit father whom he often had caught staring at his three blonde little daughters. The mother greeted him with a somewhat timid smile.
- 'Old cow,' Father Alexander thought as he smiled kindly back at her, 'you are only good to finger yourself while your husband is viciously abusing your daughters.'
Father Alexander looked eagerly at the three daughters who looked with big, shiny eyes at the secretly raped little child Jesus. Maybe a little too long... When he looked up again, he stared straight into the intense eyes of the father. For a moment he was afraid, but the look of understanding he read in the eyes of the father reassured him. His dick moved under his cassock. 'Hmmmm,' he thought, 'sexy guy.'
Suddenly, Father Alexander noticed that someone had joined them. From the corner of his eye he saw long red hair shining in the candlelight. In his belly he felt a kind of spiral of magnetic energy starting to turn around. His dick became hard, and he also felt the energy tossing in each of his balls. At the same time, however, it seemed like a cold stroked hand his back. Loki! Father Alexander did not dare to turn his head towards him. Was he afraid? Of what? Yet at the same time he felt a deep connection, like a cocoon of energy that surrounded them both. Together they stared at the child Jesus, surrounded by Mary, Joseph and the shepherds. And those shepherds of course had not had sex for a long time...
Mother Philipse broke the horny spell.
- 'It was very beautiful, thank you,' she said, and with her tired concern she led her daughters to the exit.
- 'Yes, we love to come back,' said the father, with a penetrating look in Father Alexander's eyes.
- 'I would be great to see you again," Father Alexander replied, with a look in which he tried to expose all his perverse horniness.
The father stumbled on his way to the exit. The closing of the church doors echoed in the candle-lit silence.
Now he really had to say something, thought Father Alexander. 'Gosh, I hear that you are new,' or something. The last incense pierced his nose. His softening dick staarted dripping precum and made a big wet spot in his cassock.
- 'I believe, Reverend Father, that we have the same, special tastes.'
Shocked, Father Alexander turned to the altar boy.
- 'Totally bald down there, that's the best, right?' A wicked smile formed around the blood red lips. 'And then ramming a fat adult cock in it, right? A cock that is even bigger than the child's legs, right? A hairy monster without mercy, without conscience, without morality, right?'
Father Alexander felt overwhelmed by this barrage of horny questions. In his confusion, one thing was clear: his cock rose to attention and came into position like a rocket. Loki's eyes focused on the big tent in Father Alexander's cassock.
- Hmmm.... Father, you know about the good things in life.'
He approached Father Alexander, and grabbed lustfully his stiff tent pole under the fabric. His look pierced deep into Father Alexander's eyes. His crooked, blood red mouth came closer and closer. Finally, he pressed his mouth lustfully on that of Father Alexander. Their tongues turned round and round each other, in a violent horny fight.
- You sexy, horny sicko," Loki moaned in his ear, 'I want you to really rape a baby. I want you to ram your greasy meat pole in a baby. I want you to let him cry and scream. Don't you want that? Will you dare?'
- Oh yes," stammered Father Alexander, 'I want that! I want that so much! Will you help me? We together...?"
- 'Look,' Loki said, loosening himself from Father Alexander.
Loki turned Father Alexander to the nativity scene with the Sweet Baby Jesus. To his surprise, Father Alexander saw that the Divine Child had come to life.
'How ... what?' He started.
Loki put a finger on his mouth. "Borrowed from the Berendsen family," he winked.
- 'Berendsen? I baptized that boy last week!'
- 'Exactly. Edwin immediately told me what a nice baby it was.' And with a mischievous smile: 'That doll of yours was still full of your pedo seed. I just looooooved licking it clean.'
Father Alexander felt dizzy and confused. Who was that Loki? How did he smuggle that baby in the nativity scene? And would he really rape that baby? He had never had one so young. Would it fit? Did he care? Did he really want it? Loki read his thoughts.
'Yeah, you really want it, "Reverend Father",' said Loki, 'Don't kid yourself. Come on, we are going to fuck the Christ child! Rape that sweet, innocent baby Jesus!'
As in a dream, Alexander approached the little child Jesus. Yes, it was a real child, a living baby! Alexander's pedo cock filled with blood. The monster became harder than Alexander could ever remember. Rigid like steel his cock pierced forward, like a dagger, to thrust deep in that little child. Alexander kneeled down at the innocent sleeping baby and felt the little legs. Loki quickly sat down at the head.
- 'Come on Alexander, I want to see how you pierce into that little baby hole,' he said with a horny smile.
Alexander Loki looked into his eyes, and a shock of horniness went through him. He quickly pulled the garment and diaper off the baby's legs. The baby woke up and started crying with the sudden cold. Alexanders mouth twisted in a sick smile.
- 'Yes, cry little bitch, that only makes me hornier.'
- 'Yes, Alexander! Hmmmmm... you saying that makes me so horny,' Loki said, unzipping his fly. A long, sickly pale dick jumped out. The shaft of the monster was already thick, but the red-purple head was huge, like a perverse fat mushroom. The pisshole was an eye that, with a cruel horny look, searched the world for increasingly younger victims. The heavy pedo balls were almost covered by a dark red forest of pubic hair. Alexander got so horny from the sight of that mean-looking dick that he also wanted to show his sick pedo cock. He impatiently wriggled at his cassock, until he finally threw the entire robe off his body. His scrawny, hairy body shone pale in the candlelight, with his weird, crooked pedo weapon with its pale-purple head in the center.
- 'Hmmmmmmmmmmm,' moaned Loki, 'wonderful sick pedophile! Grab that child! Abuse the fucking cunt!'
A wave of love for his pedo brother hit Alexander.
- 'Oh yes, Loki, help me with this child abuse, nice horny pedo! Pull those baby legs apart for me!'
Loki immediately sat down over the head of the baby, and pulled the child's legs apart with a mean smile. The eye of his dick cast a cruel glare.
- 'Fuck him, Alexander! Ram that cruel sick dick of yours deep in that baby hole!' And he directed the baby's hole in the direction of the waiting baby rapist dick.
A strange power took possession of Alexander. His blood rushed through his body. He was engulfed by a barbaric raw energy, his skin glowed. He grabbed his throbbing dick firmly and pushed his perverse purple glans against the impossibly little baby hole. Would it fit? Could he get in? The baby hole offered fierce resistance. But he had to get in, goddamn it! Even if he had to tear that fucking little slut apart.
- 'Come on, Alexander,' panted Loki in his ear. 'Ram it in, goddamn it! Rape that baby! No mercy! Please, Brother, do it!'
Alexander gritted his teeth. With all his force he pressed his rapist child abusing cock against the baby hole.
- 'Fuck yesssssssss!'
Finally, the baby's sphincter could not withstand with Alexander's merciless violence. A piercing cry echoed through the church, and Alexander's battering ram destroyed with a plop his victim's baby hole.
- 'Oh yessssss, Alexander!,' panted Loki, and he pushed his mouth hungrily on his. His tongue wormed his way in, and started with Alexander's a fierce horny fight.
- 'Continue, man! Do it for me! Delicious horny pedo'
- 'O, yes, Loki! O God man, nice!'
Again, Alexander braced himself and clenched his fists. Inch by inch his mean rapist dick moved into the hot, far too narrow opening, pushing and tearing away everything in its way. The baby screamed and cried, but Alexander just hardened his heart and he continued pushing without mercy. Then he suddenly felt how his hairy pale balls rubbed against the soft skin of the baby bottocks. He had bottomed out! Alexander laughed out loud. He had made it! He had really deflowered a baby! He was a hero!
Loki loved the cruel laugh on Alexander's face, and understood that he was really totally in the baby hole with his pedo weapon. A wave of love and horniness hit him, and he broke into a hoarse whisper:
- "O God, Alexander, you're my hero! Destroy that baby cunt! Show what a sick baby rapist you are!
Alexander needed no encouragement. With a jerk he pulled back his pale hairy pedo cock from the baby hole, but just when the relieved child stopped sobbing, he rammed his cruel pedo dagger back in, in one cruel haul. Overwhelmed by surprise and fright, the baby burst back in a horrible cry. Alexander bared his teeth in a wild snarl.
- 'Goddamn it, yeah! Again!'
Alexander pulled his flesh dagger back. He gritted his teeth in an aggressive smile.
- 'Here, damn, stupid cunt!'
And he rammed his pedo club with even more violence in the baby hole. After this, Alexander could no longer hold back. His horniness and his sense of total power overwhelmed his brain. Each time he rammed his rapist pedo dagger in the helpless little baby with even more violence. Loki saw how his nasty sick dick tore open the boy, how the child's belly obscenely bulged with each thrust of his dick, how Alexander's rough dark pubic hair squeezed against the baby buttocks, how that hair turned her red from baby blood. How he loved Alexander, his sweet pedo brother! The dull baby crying rose and fell with each cruel thrust of Alexander's sick pedo cock in the tearing baby hole. It could not be long now. Alexander felt how the sexual aggression in his body concentrated in his cock like a fist of steel. Like a maniac, he rammed his cruel pedo cock into the helpless crying child.
- 'Take that, little shit!' He shouted, 'Here comes my sick seed!'
Another thrust... and another... and another...
- 'GODDAMN IT! JESUS CHRIST! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH'
The baby gave a deafening cry. Alexander's perverse sperm squirted like hot lava in the destroyed baby hole. Loki could also no longer contain itself. He jerked like a madman on his monstrous dick. Faster and faster his foreskin shot over his monstrous glans. Then it came.
- 'YESSSSSSSS! BABY RAPE! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!
Wild convulsions shot through his sick pedo molester's dick. He pressed an aggressive, beastly kiss on Alexander's mouth. A hot dirty white jet of men's fluid squirted over the bleeding, raped baby, over Alexander's pale hairy body, over his bloody baby rapist dick... Then it dripped down, mixed together with Alexander's sperm and the baby blood, forming a little puddle at Mary's feet.
Exhausted, Alexander and Loki leaned against each other with their sweaty bodies, the bleeding baby underneath. Their one day stubble rubbed against each other. The baby was strangely quiet.
The statues of the nativity scene looked on, unmoved, in the candlelight. But no... didn't the shepherds not look horny, encouraging even? If you fuck a goat, the switch to a baby is not a biggie... And Maria ... She looked shocked, but wasn't there behind that look... pedo horniness?
Loki chuckled. The Old Religion was not really dead at all... They thought they had tamed the wild beast in Whites, but then... horniness always wins... Whites will embrace me again, worship me again, call me again with 'Heil Loki!' And with a loving horny look at the naked exhausted priest on his shoulder:
- 'You will be my tool,' he whispered, so softly the other could not hear it, 'We will achieve great things together.'