Jaden

Warnig: violent sex game in this chapter, please don\'t read it this is not your cup of tea. Thank you.





Chapter 18

(Wolves in Sheep’s Clothing)



One of the largest Roman Catholic Churches in the United States is St. Patrick’s cathedral in New York. The Gothic building at Fifth Ave. between 50th and 51st St. replaces an earlier cathedral at Mott St. The original plans, by James Renwick, were executed in 1853; the cornerstone was laid in 1858; in 1879 the building was dedicated. The Lady Chapel behind the high altar was added later, using the plans of Charles T. Matthews. The cathedral is of marble in the traditional cruciform shape and has 12 side chapels, many stained-glass windows, and a chime of 19 bells.



The church’s rector Monsignor Benoit Dumon` was on his way to The Lady Chapel when Father Charles Keaton caught up with him. He was a bit out of breath running around the rectory trying to find out where the Monsignor had disappeared to, relieved when he saw him heading to the chapel unharmed.



“There you are, really father Dumon` you should be resting, the doctor explicitly said you needed rest. Your leg will not heal properly if you do not.”



The Monsignor is a diabetic, and he was recently released from the hospital after suffering from pain in his leg due to his illness. The doctor had changed his medication and ordered him to rest, and give time for his leg to heal. Not wanting to shirk his duties and because he was getting bored being in bed, the Monsignor was trying to escape the watchful eye of his young charge. He continued to walk slowly with his cane and with his other hand he tried to wave the young priest away.



It seems that Father Keaton has taken it upon himself to look after the rambunctious Monsignor, making sure he ate well and took his medication without fail. Father Keaton also saw to his leg, tending to his sores and applying medicine. The Monsignor had a soft spot in his heart for the young priest he was like a son to him, but the young man worried too much and Monsignor Dumon` needed to move about and feel like a normal person again. He hated to be treated like a delicate piece of glass, not that he did not appreciate the young priest efforts, but he was never one to sit around and let others do his work. A nervous Father kept talking his ear off when at last the Monsignor stopped and looked at him, placing a hand on his shoulder.



“Charles my son, you are the one who will end up in the hospital if you don’t calm down. As you can see I am feeling better, and I would heal much faster if only I can get up and move about, just a little bit. I promise not to over exert myself.” The Monsignor said giving Father Keaton a reassuring smile, and a wink.



Father Keaton smiled nervously in return but nodded in agreement; the doctor also said a little exercise would not hurt; in fact it helped with the circulation, so long as he got plenty of rest as well.



“Please forgive me, father. But I only wish to make sure you are well cared for. If I don’t watch out for you then Maggie will come after you, and after she reams you a new rear end she will start in on me.” Father Keaton and the Monsignor shuddered at the mention of Mrs. Heathen.



Both men minded Maggie Heathen; she was the Monsignor’s housekeeper and took her job very seriously. She ruled her household with an iron will, but she was much loved and respected. You have not lived until you have been put in your place by Maggie Heathen. Maggie and Father Keaton looked after the Monsignor like a beloved father. And whether he liked it or not they were determined to help him get back on his feet in good health.



“Please Benny don’t be an old stubborn fool and allow me to help.” Only Father Keaton could speak so informal to the Monsignor, and in return the old man had to laugh at his nickname given to him when Charles was a little boy in the orphan. They shared a history together, when the Monsignor was a young priest he would work in the hospital and it was there he met a newly born Charles, born to a drug-addicted mother who abandoned him, and later was placed in an orphanage. Father Dumon` watched his progress and became attached to the boy as he was growing up. He became the boy’s benefactor and would later become his guardian when he became too old to be adopted. Their relationship became one of a father and son. It was because of the Monsignor that Charles became a priest; he was happy and never regretted his decision. But now both he and Maggie worried for the Monsignor’s health and together watched over him.



Father Keaton offered his arm to the Monsignor to help him walk. Not wanting to upset the young man he gladly accept it and together they walked to the chapel, talking about church events, and last minute details for the Christmas Eve midnight mass. The Monsignor made some joke about the day he met Maggie and both men laughed trying not to be heard as if they were conspiring an uprising.



~~*~~



The limo stopped in front of St. Patrick’s, and the driver got out opening the door as Cardinal Umberto Rocca stepped out. At the age of 65 the Cardinal stood tall at 6’1”; he was a robust man, tanned with white hair and blue eyes. Within the religious community it is rumored that he could be the next favorite for the papacy. A tall bodyguard stood beside him looking around the area to make sure the Cardinal was not approached by anyone with intentions of malice. He was not happy to be the only bodyguard; he felt the Cardinal should have at least two men with him at all times.



At first Cardinal Rocca just stood looking at the church in admiration, the architectural style amazed him. At the top of the stairs in front of the church entrance stood a young priest, Cardinal Rocca took in his appearance, he looked so young, and in fact the young man was in his mid twenties with thick blond hair. As he approached the Cardinal he could see hazel eyes. The young man had a look of innocence about him, and he smiled nervously when he welcomed the Cardinal.



Father Keaton bowed respectfully kissing the Cardinal’s ring, and said. “Welcome your eminence, welcome to St. Patrick’s. It has been too long since your last visit, I am so happy to welcome you back; Monsignor Dumon` is awaiting your arrival in the rectory. He regrets that he could not meet you himself.”



The Cardinal smiled back, looking Father Keaton from head to toe. “Thank you Charles, it is good to see you again. Tell me how is my good friend Benoit doing? Last I heard he was ill and had to be hospitalized.” He had a look of concern crossing his face.



For some reason Father Keaton never felt that the Cardinal’s friendship was sincere, and he always felt uncomfortable with the way the man would look at him, but he could never really understand why. As they walked side by side into the church and headed towards the back to the rectory, he explained the Monsignor’s condition and that he was improving each day. The Cardinal feigned relief of his friend’s improved health, looking up as if thanking the good lord for answering his prayers. This made Father Keaton even more uncomfortable, but he smiled in return thanking him for his concern.



While they walked, the Cardinal put his arm around the young priest’s shoulders as if they were old friends; he lowered his head close to his ear and asked how he was doing. Father Keaton was startled by this show of familiarity and it unnerved him, as he talked about his work with the Monsignor he could feel the Cardinal squeeze his shoulder every now and then as if he was really listening to what he was saying. Somehow he knew that the Cardinal couldn’t care less about his work, he felt dirty and cheap with the way the Cardinal touched him, and looked at him. And he liked it even less when the Cardinal would move closer to him, invading his personal space. He was just too close for comfort.



Father Keaton was relieved when they arrived in the living room of the rectory where the Monsignor was sitting in his recliner with his legs elevated, he had fallen asleep. Although the Monsignor and the Cardinal are the same age, the Monsignor looked older and frail due to his illness. He quickly moved away from the Cardinal and knelt down beside the Monsignor worried that he had taken a turn for the worse. Lightly touching his arm he regretted awakening his friend. The Monsignor awoke seeing the look of concern in the young priest’s eyes; he placed his hand over his and assured him that he was just fine. Just taking a power nap he told the priest and smiled.



It was then the Cardinal clapped his hands together loudly, startling the young priest, the Monsignor looked at him his eyes questioning if he was all right. Father Keaton smiled his assuredness that it was. Not even noticing the looks exchanged by the two men Cardinal Rocca went on to express his happiness to see his good friend doing so well, he was delighted to be back in New York and apologized for not being at his side when he became ill.



He sat in a chair across from his friend and looked at the young father, seeing him kneeling beside the Monsignor, liking the way it made the young man look innocent and submissive. He then went on talking about his travels and the interesting people he has met along the way. While the Cardinal continued to boast about his travel adventures, his eyes never left the attractive young man kneeling by the Monsignor.



His face turned red with embarrassment and feeling as thou he was being undressed by the Cardinal’s obvious stare, Father Keaton stood up and excused himself; leaving the room, he went in search of Maggie.



He found Mrs. Heathen in the kitchen preparing dinner; he could see outside the window the bodyguard smoking and pacing, he had a pissed off look about him. Looks like Maggie read him the riot act when it came to smoking in the house. She shook her head in disgust, Maggie never could understand why people still clung to this nasty habit, as soon as she saw the big man take out his cigarettes, she quickly pointed to the exit leading out to the back.



The bodyguard insisted on staying close to the Cardinal, Maggie had no problem with that as long as he did not pollute her airspace, and under no uncertain terms was he to smoke in the house, or he would not be able to protect the good Cardinal with broken fingers. For a while they stood there glaring at each other, Maggie stood 5’ 4” and weighed about 125-130lbs of badass, and the bodyguard as big as a 300lb gorilla standing 6’ 4”. The determination in her body language made him realize it was not worth the hassle and so he gave in and stepped outside. Every now and then he would glare back at her through the window, but he had to hand it to her, the woman had balls.



Father Keaton kept a straight face, and told Mrs. Heathen that the Cardinal was with Benny and if she needed him he would be in the office going over some details that needed his attention. Maggie Heathen snorted when she heard the Cardinal was there, and she shooed Charles away to the office and told him not to worry she will keep an eye on them. It seemed that she too was not so impressed with the great Cardinal.



Father Keaton was grateful for Maggie. A widow at the age of 45 and no children she watched over both of them as her own, she could be fierce as a grizzly bear when it came to caring for the Monsignor and Father Keaton, the young priest thanked God everyday for her, together the three of them became a tight little family. Maggie noticed the priest face was a little flushed, and she touched his forehead concerned that he was coming down with a cold. When she asked if he was feeling ill, Father Keaton lied and said he just wanted to make sure all was ready for the Christmas midnight mass, and he wanted everything to be perfect.



Maggie smiled and told him it has always been perfect and he should not worry so much. He gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and excused himself leaving a worried Maggie looking at his back as he left the room. She knew he lied; the young man was an excellent priest, but a terrible liar.



His hands were shaking, and he was frightened. Instead of going into the office he decided to go to the chapel and knelt down in front of the alter. Father Keaton looked up at the cross tears spilling down his cheeks. The church was closed and he was alone, he could not understand why he had suspicious thoughts about the Cardinal. He was ashamed for even thinking about it.



What was it about the Cardinal that made him feel so dirty and shameful? Why did he feel that this man was evil, how could he even think of such things. And why should he fear him, a man of God. Who could some day become the next Pope? He looked up towards the heavens, and made the sign of the cross, he spoke in a soft whisper his voice breaking,



“In nominee Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen.”



He bowed his head and prayed, he begged, he pleaded with God to prove him wrong. Because if he was right about Cardinal Rocca it would kill his best friend and the only father he ever knew and loved, the Monsignor his good friend and only father he has ever known, Benny.

~~*~~



New York City’s Police Commissioner Will McKiernan slammed down his phone, hanging up on Senator Talbot. After what they did together the senator was beginning to have second thoughts. He hoped the bastard would not become a liability, and he was tired of covering his ass. As he sat in his office he looked around the room. On the wall he had pictures with various VIP’s; one of them was with the senator and other dignitaries. He thought about the pretty boy they shared, how he cried and pleaded with them. He liked the way he looked, sweet and innocent but he knew better. Boys like that were not innocent, they were looking for a man like him to take control and pleasure them with pain. He enjoyed taking the boy, forcing himself into the tender small body. Spilling his blood and hearing him cry and scream for death to take him. And in the end death is what he got.



William James McKiernan was a decorated soldier he served his country well. When he finished his tour of duty he followed in his father’s footstep and joined the police academy graduating with high honors. He quickly moved up the ladder of success to hold the highest office of the New York City Police Department, by the age of 52 he made Commissioner. Although he is married, his marriage has soured. Over the years his wife Ana was more concerned with her image as the wife of the Police Commissioner, then she was just being his wife, his children grown up and on their own now. He always felt something missing in his life, he wondered what Ana would think if she knew of his taste for darker desires. He had needs that Ana could never fulfill, needs that only someone like the boy could.



He met the senator through past social events and as they got to know each other they realized that they shared the same interest. At first they would get together for dinner, sharing their thoughts and later they would meet privately to watch porn films. Little by little it progressed to small private parties, and eventually they would share a whore. They found they needed more excitement, their lust were never really sated and he couldn’t remember how it all started but before he knew it they gravitated to more darker, serious sex games. The games became more intense, dangerous and he found that he enjoyed it. As both men became more bold with the games they played somewhere along the road they met a third man who helped to elevate their experiences together.



Now the senator was getting squeamish about their last private games, and he was afraid that the two men he hired for the night might talk. He was getting tired of the senator; he always knew the sick bastard was a coward. He picked up a pen and threw it across the room, growling out his frustration, “Fucking asswipe, see if he ever gets my vote.” But he was a little concerned; they agreed not to do anymore for awhile. There was too much going on right now with the holidays and they couldn’t risk too much exposure of being seen together. The press can be a real pain in the ass if they thought the men where up to something, and he didn’t want to be followed around by a bunch of nosey reporters.



His phone rang and he picked it up, “Yes Angie what is it?” he answered.



“Commissioner I have your wife on the line.” answered his secretary. He groaned in agony his day was getting worse by the minute. What could she possibly want now he thought? He thanked Angie and asked her to put the call through.



A high-toned nasally voice came on the line, “Will? Why is it when I call, I have to be put on hold? Why can’t that stupid useless bitch just put me through? Doesn’t she know by now that I am the Commissioner’s wife, and I should not be left on hold?”



He cringed, [to think I used to love the sound of this women’s voice, love was not only blind, but deaf too.] they got into a small argument about dinner this evening, she accepted an invitation from Senator Talbot’s wife and he was not in the mood to go out tonight. He wished the senator would go back where he belonged and stay out of his city for a while. In the end it was useless to argue, the invite had been accepted and he knew it was the senator’s doing so he could corner him and complain again about the boy they helped to kill. His day started out bad, it seems that his evening will finish being fucked up.

~~*~~



Senator Talbot paced in his bedroom, the bastard hung up on him in mid-sentence. Not wanting to be put off like that, he convinced his wife Jean to invite the Commissioner and his wife for dinner. Jean rolled her eyes, she hated the snotty woman and she was such a bore. She looked at her husband in anger and said, “That woman is stupid, she can’t even hold an intelligent conversation. You would think that she is the commissioner and not her husband.” But in the end she agreed and called Ana McKiernan. After she got off the phone she told her husband that he owed her big time, it was bad enough to listen to that annoying woman’s voice over the phone, but now they would have to tolerate her for a few hours over dinner. Little did she know that she would be the one to put up with the commissioner’s wife while the senator took her husband to another room to talk in private.



Before she left the room, Jean watched her husband pacing back and forth. Her anger of having to invite the McKiernan’s over for dinner kept simmering below the surface, and as she continued to watch him, she slowly had to wonder if he was at it again. Jean was fully aware of her husband’s sick desire of liking young boys. She would have divorced him had he not gone into politics, and he was also the next favorite for the presidency. But Jean did not know of it until after they have been married for 12 years and giving birth to their third child. And once he became involved in the political arena it was difficult to leave without the media hounding them for details, plus if it did get out then her life and the life of her family would suffer and be ruined. So she looked the other way and kept his secret, but that didn’t stop her from trying to steer her husband in the right direction.



When they met he was an aspiring brilliant lawyer and a strong advocate for children’s rights. It gulled her to think that he could stand in front of cameras and speak up for abused children and then turn around and be one the abusers he helped to put in jail, he did not abuse small young children, but the fact that he liked young teenage boys was close enough. For years she tried to get him help, and keep him from repeating his transgressions. She carried his guilt for years, and it affected her health, but in order to secure her children’s future she did what she could to break her husband’s sick needs. Sometimes she was successful, but he could never resist a pretty boy.



She stood in the doorway, with her arms crossed over her chest and looked around the hallway to make sure no one was anywhere near them, then she entered the room and closed the door.



“Kenneth for God’s sake what has you so wound up?” asked Jean trying to control her temper. There was a time when she loved this man, now she was disgusted. Not only because of what he liked to do, but because the bastard was a coward. And she dreaded the day that he would run for the office of president, secretly she hoped he loses. She had no intention of standing by him when the time came, but for now she tried to get him to clean up his act and she had two terms of the elections to go when he would be ready to run for office. By then her youngest will be finished with college and all three will be on their own.



Leaving him then should be less difficult, in the meantime since she found out about him she had him move to his own bedroom. In private they only shared dinner occasionally with the children and ensuring that they were not touched with his filth. They remained civil and respectful to each other in front of the family and in public, but in private they became strangers, and every chance she had to remind him of his responsibility and to make him feel guilt she would. Senator Kenneth Talbot knew what was coming and he really did not want to get into it with her, he tried to curb his desires, but when he saw the boy, he wanted him in the worse way possible. He participated, and enjoyed the games all the way to the very end. But then afterwards he was afraid that the two men who filmed it all would talk.



He was not concerned about Gromen; he knew that man would never talk. He could tell that this man was not one to betray. He looked at his wife and tried to placate her, but he wasn’t very good at it. She knew him too well by now. It shamed him that she knew; he liked it better when she was in the dark. Now every time he tried to come near his own children she was always standing by watching him and she never left him alone with them. Not that he would ever touch his little girls, but he kept a respectful distance. Besides he wished he had sons and not girls.



“Please Jean; it’s not what you think. I’m under a lot of pressure with work, as you know Senator Huber is being a pain in the ass with the recent bill that congress is trying to pass and the jerk takes every opportunity to degrade me.” a nervous Kenneth said, trying to get her to believe he was concerned about his political career.



But Jean was not a fool and would not be put off, “don’t even try that with me Senator Talbot.” She spit out his appellation in disgust, and made sure he knew it. “I have seen you deal with the Senator on many issues and you’ve always have managed to come out on top. No this is about another issue, your sick disgusting issue!” she growled out in a harsh whisper. “So help me Kenneth, if you don’t get help and stop this practice you will end up dead somewhere. The people you are dealing with can be dangerous to your reputation and career.” She had no idea how far his desires went, she only knew that he liked having sex with boys who sold their bodies for money. “Has it ever occurred to you that once you start running for President that maybe one of your little playmates might expose you? Can’t you for once stop being so selfish and stop risking all of us? My God! Don’t you even think about the health risk you are taking?” she threw up her arms in exasperation she was so angry and frustrated with him; at this very moment if she could get away with it she would kill him if she could.



But Jean continued in the hopes of being able to get through to him, “Kenneth please, I’m begging you. Not for me or even for our girls, but for you. Get help! You can’t go on like this, sooner or later it will come out, and the ones to suffer is your family, your friends. Do you really want it to end that way?”



The senator reached out to his wife and put his hands on her shoulders, Jean quickly moved away from him as if he burned her, and he could see the look of disgust in her face. Yes he liked it better when she was in the dark, gone was the woman that would look up to him with pride, gone was the warm loving affectionate woman who adored him. If looks could kill he would have dropped dead this very instant. And so the senator stepped back with his hands up as if to surrender. And just like a true politician he assured her it had nothing to do with her suspicions. In a calm demeanor he asked her to believe him when he said that he has not participated in such acts for months and that he was getting better.



Jean snorted her response and told him to save it for the voters, and if he ever tried touching her again, she would fix it so that he would be forced to quit having sex ever again. After all she smiled and said, “You have to sleep sometime.” Then she turned around and walked out the door.



The senator was left standing there staring at her backside, he loved her, and he loved her still. When she was like this it aroused him and left him feeling needy. He had to laugh at himself he loved his wife in a bitchy mood and he loved pretty submissive boys. He couldn’t afford to lose Jean; she was his Jackie O to his JFK, and even thou he was not often in the media spotlight, he was starting to get some recognition. He hoped the media would compare them to the Camelot years. So he had to start being extra careful, she was right about being exposed, not that he had to worry about his last conquest, but he needed to make sure the commissioner took care of the two idiots he hired. It was his mess to clean up.



But for now he couldn’t think of anything else, his organ was aching and demanding attention. He touched his groin and almost lost it, no he needed more then his hand, he wanted more. He took a few minutes to calm down and walked out of his bedroom. He went downstairs to his private office and found his young assistant in there going over some paperwork talking on the phone. The senator looked at Evan, he was too old for his taste about 26 but cute and he will do in a pinch. It’s not like he hasn’t accommodated the senator in the past.



Evan looked up from his work and hung up the phone, he recognized the predatory look in the senator’s eyes. He watched as the older man came in the room locking the door never taking his eyes off of him. They have played this game before and Evan knew his role.



Making sure that the room is secure the young man watched the senator sit on the sofa and spread his legs, Evan moved closer and began to kneel down before him. When he reached up to unzip the senator he was greeted with a hard organ anxiously waiting for his special talents. But before he could lower his head, he heard the senator’s lustful demand in his voice,



“I want more today Evan, get undressed, spread em now. You get it the way it is. Don’t make me wait.”



Evan stood up and quickly removed his clothes, he could tell that the senator was in a mood and he was going to pay the price, he was going to be taken dry and it was going to hurt. Once he was completely nude he kept his hands at his side, his eyes lowered and asked in a low timid voice,



“How do you want me sir?”



The senator took a few moments to admire his body, the pretty brown haired beauty kept his body clean, he enjoyed his well shaped muscles the young man kept fit and trim. He admired his washboard belly and he could see that Evan was a little excited and nervous, his own organ becoming aroused and slowly harden. He was also pleased that Evan kept his body free of any hair; he didn’t like hair it covered his view and it gave a much younger appearance, which the senator enjoyed.



Senator Talbot stood up letting his pants fall and he walked out of them, removing his shoes and the rest of his clothing. His manhood completely hard and fully erect, his 6 -inch pride filled with blood, pre-cum already forming on the tip. He grabbed Evan by the hair and forced him down on the floor facing away from him. Evan was pushed facedown on the coffee table, he knew this position well it was one of the senators favorite which allowed him complete control over his body.



Evan began to breath heavy; he was bent over the table with his arms spread out showing complete submission. He could feel the senator kick his legs wider apart and his stomach got that tight feeling of a little fear and excitement. The senator was taller then Evan and he is able to lean his body over the young man letting his weight push him down harder.



Leaning in close to Evan’s ear still keeping his fist in his hair he yanked a bit on it and whispered menacingly,



“If I see any hair on that pussy of yours, I’m yanking it out one by one with tweezers. You are not to come, make a sound and your punishment will be very severe. When I’m finished with you, be ready to clean me up and any mess you make.”



Evan bit his lower lip when the senator pushed his engorged organ into his body, the senator’s organ was thick but the head was harder to take because it was thicker forcing its way into his passage and trying to break through his ring of muscle. A sharp burning stinging pain radiated up his back and Evan wanted to scream, but he managed to keep his position and dared not move, his body trembling with the onslaught of the senator’s organ violating him. As much as he liked being dominated by a powerful man, Evan sometimes wished he could be a little more gentle, he was going to be sore and hurting for quite some time.



Senator Talbot did not give Evan time to adjust, he pushed in as fast and as hard as he could, he shoved his pride all the way in and as deep as he could till he felt Evan’s ass flushed with his body. He then began thrusting in and out of his body in the cruelest fashion. He could feel Evan’s body tremble and a light sweat broke out over his skin, he could see Evan try real hard to keep silent while he continued to assault his tender insides.



Evan closed his eyes shut and bit his lower lip trying to stifle any sounds from escaping his mouth. His eyes wet with tears, and he felt pain in his stomach and hips with the senator’s weight kept pushing him down even more against the table. After a while the burning stinging sensation in his rectum began to subside and he was able to let his body relax and begin to enjoy being taken by the handsome senator.



With his fist still holding on to his hair the senator let his other hand move down Evan’s thigh, he lifted up a bit so he could see his organ slide in and out of Evan’s ass, and he pinched the globes of his ass with his nails. Evan let out a muffled whimper, both men breathing hard and panting. Evan’s own organ dangled between his legs, begging to be touched but he dared not ask.



After what seemed like forever the senator finally took his organ in his hand and began to squeeze and pinch the head, Evan buckled almost throwing the senator off his back but quickly composed himself, his eyes wide trying to look back at the senator, his eyes pleading forgiveness for his transaction. The senator reached up and began to pinch and squeeze his nipple he leaned in close and told him he would pay dearly for his disobedience; he was pleased to see the look of fear in the young man’s eyes.



The senator was getting close, he knew he couldn’t keep it up for too much longer now and began to wildly thrust his hips harder and faster, he loved the wet tight heat of Evan’s body and he could feel him tightening his sphincter with each thrust he made. It seems the boy was trying to make it up to him and lessen his punishment, even thou he was enjoying the heated grip, he would enjoy it more to hear the young man cry and beg forgiveness.



He finally thrust one more time into Evan filling his passage with his fluids. When he was finished he let his body fall over Evan, his heavy body caused him more pain in this position and it made it harder for him to breathe. Senator Talbot roughly pulled out, and ordered Evan to not let his juices escape his body; he lay back up against the sofa and looked sternly at the man, spreading his own legs wide and said,



“Well, what are you waiting for? Clean me.”



Squeezing his ass cheeks closed, on all fours he leaned downed and began to lick and suck the senator’s organ clean. He did not stop until the senator was satisfied and pushed him away. He ordered Evan to go into the bathroom and clean himself up, he could see that Evan’s organ was still hard and the look on the young man’s face was suffering he wanted to come but would not unless he was given permission to do so.



The senator stood up and grabbed Evan’s penis pulling him close to his body,



“I will come by your place tonight, the usual time. You are not to be dressed; I expect to find you in the proper position with my belt beside you. Be ready and don’t disappoint me. You have better not come, if you behave and please me by taking your punishment well, you will have the release you want. But first, you must earn it.”



He watched as Evan silently thanked him and picked up his clothes and walking a little funny as he headed for the bathroom to clean up and dress, Evan realized he still had the rest of the day to finish his work before he could go home.