What a wonderful and sinspirational Easter. Peter appearing

in the Easter

pageant held by the private group of clergy led by

Reverend Bob was just

amazing. His mom and dad were so proud of him, as was I.

We were invited of

course because after all Peter was playing the starring

role of Jesus. We

had wonderful dinner served by seminary students dressed as

roman soldiers

who wore nothing under their short skirts. Their beautiful

teenage dicks and

balls were free for us to fondle all we pleased. During

dessert and after

dinner liqueurs, the seminary students gathered at the back

of the hall.

Then most impressive recorded music filled the room. It was

from some epic

film score, but I couldn't remember which one. However it

was most

appropriated. The lights dimmed and a follow spot worked by

Father Sebastian

hit the rear double doorway. Through the door came two

seminary students

with spears, followed by the star Peter. Peter, playing

Christ, was bare

assed naked of course, his beautiful teenage dick and balls

swinging. They

must have been masturbating him before the show because

while he was not

totally hard, his cock was thick and long and leaking. His

slender body is

putting some muscle on it from all the exercise he is

getting around the

farm, and even though he still looks youthful and lean, I

can tell he is

maturing. He was beautiful. He had a real crown of thorns

on his head, and

blood trickled down his sensual, sexy teenage face. As an

inspirational







touch thought up by Pastor Bob, Peter also had a tiny crown

of thorns around

his dickhead, and the tender dickskin was punctured just

enough for it to

bleed too. It wasn't until he passed me that I noticed he

also had large

thorns stuck into his scrotum. He stumbled down the aisle

made between the

two long tables, supporting on his shoulders a life sized

wooden cross. It

was a heavy fucker too, I can tell you that. The boy

struggled under the

weight. Behind him, two more seminarians of about nineteen

or twenty,

dressed in full Roman harness, but wearing no skirt so

their dicks and balls

swung naked too, urged Peter to move faster by lashing him

with short whips.

With all the music and blood, and Peter screaming in pain,

it was very

moving indeed. When Peter faltered or fell, they would

whip his ass globes

until he continued his journey. We could see the lash marks

on the pale ass

cheeks.





Pete's mom was so thrilled she said out loud, "That's my

son playing

Jesus!"





Most of the clergy seated at the dining tables had their

dicks out and

were masturbating. The red swollen lash marks on Peter's

ass mounds turned

into gashes which started to bleed. The One of the "Roman

soldier" boys

ordered Peter to stand still and spread his legs. The

soldeiers took turns

then lashing their whips up between his legs to hit his

ball sack! Peter's

screams of anguish filled the room, and filled our eyes

with tears. How our







Lord must have suffered on that fateful day so long ago.

They were not

satisfied beating his nuts, until the poor testicles

slapped back and forth

from the power of the blows and the fuckbag turned red.

Then they whipped

his back to get him once more lugging the wooden cross.





When they reached the front of the room, they tied Peter

to the cross. Of

course they could hammer real nails into the boy's hands

and feet, as we

didn't want the boy seriously damaged and this was only a

play, but in honor

of our Lord's suffering, they did stick long pins, the size

of knitting

needles into the palms of his hands and then through to the

wood.

Symbolically, they also stuck shorter thinner pins into his

dick stalk and

fucksack! Peter was out of his mind with pain, and to think

he did all this

with only two rehearsals. Hank said it seemed the boy did

have a natural

talent for the stage. I had to agree. Watching his big

teenage toes curl in

pain and the spit fly from his lips, I got a bad case of

leaking dick!





"I can't wait to get my son home and fuck him," Hank

said.





Peter was hung on the cross which was then set into

it's stand specially

built for the occasion. Then while he hung there, the

seven last words of

Christ were played on the sound system, backed by wonderful

music, to which

Peter's live screams added so much. When he called out for

water just as

Jesus did, Several of the Priests and ministers jerked off

onto a sponge







which was then held on a long stick for Peter to suck on.

Some of the

soldiers taunted him by holding lit matches under his dick.

Then they got

the idea to stick five matches into the pisshole of his

prick and light

them. It was beautiful. They turned the lights in the room

down so the only

thing we could see was Peter's burning dickhead. Of course

they put it out

before much damage could be don. He will have few blisters

for a week or so,

but nothing serious. Now I know that that business never

really happened to

Christ, but we figured if Mel Gibson in his much lauded

film could take such

terrible liberties and be universally praised by Christians

for them, why

shouldn't we. I mean, Mr.Gibson knows that Biblically

Christ only received

thirty nine lashes, but in his film, he got over two

hundred or more! So,

what is wrong with adding a bit of burning penis? I know

you are wondering

how our boy Peter managed to hang for so long by his tied

limbs without

serious damage to his young body. Well, this is the

creative part. There was

a nicely carved wooden dick of thirteen inches. One inch

for every disciple

and one for Jesus. This wooden dick was thrust up Peter's

asshole, which as

you know, by now could accommodate it perfectly, so

actually Peter was

seated on the wooden dick, with only a moderate amount of

weight on his

arms.just enough to really hurt.





Pete's mom was crying from the beauty of it all, and his

dad and I were







both masturbating like crazy, along with the assorted

clergy in the room.

The one of the soldiers reached up and masturbated Peter's

dick! He got it

red and throbbing and leaking and left it that way, still

with the crown of

thorns more and more deeply embedded right behind the

cockhead.





It was the most inspirational Easter I have ever sat

through. After the

show, the clergy all gang fucked Peter in his mouth and

asshole. They also

used several very large crucifixes on his asspussy, and two

huge brass

candlesticks. One of the most touching sights of the whole

evening was Peter

crawling on all fours, blood running off of and out of his

body, with a

fifteen inch brass candlestick impaled up his ass! Ah those

special teenage

years. Any older and the sight would not have been half so

erotic.





I thanked the clergy by inviting them to be guests at our

special wedding

ceremony to be held between Peter and the Stallion with the

largest dick in

the stable. This would not be for some time yet, as I am

leaving the country

for the Middle East next week, and we still have to get

Peter opened up

some. We are going to have him practice with a Shetland

Pony next week, the

animal finally arrived. A sudden burst of wintry cold

weather has also put

our plans on hold a bit. Not because we are concerned about

Peter being

naked in the freezing cold, oh no, he cleans the barns

naked every day and

must be naked when he jerks off and blows the horses, but

because the cold







make it too uncomfortable for us viewers.





The pony dick is only sixteen inches long, so kind of

a

disappointment, but it is quite thick, thicker than my

forearm. The

stallion's dick is twenty three inches long, and the poor

horse needs a

girlfriend badly. So we have to prepare Peter for that.





But for the present, we are all so proud of him and the

part he played in

our Easter celebration. It was the best Easter ever for

many of us, and I am

sure one which Peter will never forget.