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Finally. About a month after placing an ad "Seeking priest for mutual masturbation" on "Sexual Connexxions", someone responded. He referred to himself as "Fr. John", saying it wasn't his real name because he wanted to make sure everything was cool, and that this needed to be a truly discreet relationship. He seemed afraid to be found out, as if fearing that this might be a possible set up to expose him. He seemed very polite and respectful in our exchange of e-mails. Hesitant at first, he did send me a photo, a head shot of a older gray haired man with a receding hairline wearing a clerical shirtfront under a black blazer. After swapping photos and agreeing to meet him at his rectory, I drove about an hour and a half on a cold January Friday evening to meet him. He suggested we meet at 11 PM, as the other priests in the rectory would have been retired to their bedrooms for the evening. I felt assured that the rectory was a safe place to meet, since the church would be right next to it, and there would apparently be other priests there. In a semi-rural area, I had found the rectory on the address given. It was a small two story brick house on the same block of land as the tall white church. Nearby were only closed businesses and an empty park across the street. After turning down the side street off the main road, there was a perfect spot to park alongside the rectory. So I broke a u turn and parked there. I was kind of nervous and excited as I approached the dimly lit area, about to embark on a new experience with someone I've never met who sounded like a very humble, polite man in his e-mails. I could feel the butterflies dance in my gut as I walked up the side sidewalk to the front door which had four cement steps before it, with bushes on either side. Just as I approached the steps to the front door, two men emerged from behind the bushes, and came at me from either side. I tried to make it up the steps to ring the doorbell quickly, hoping someone would answer and cause these thugs to run away. Or at least someone could see what was happening and call for help. But before I could make it to the top step, they had seized me from either side, dragging me down the steps and straight down the main sidewalk to the main road where a white van with a driver was waiting. As I struggled with my captors and a hand had covered my mouth for most of the trip down the sidewalk, I managed to yell out "Help!" twice. But no one was around, the rectory windows were all shut, and I doubt I could be heard. . As we got to the van, the side door was already open. One of the captors reached down, grabbed my legs, and I was thrown into the van in an instant. After jumping in after me, the door closed and the van started to head down the road. The van had no rear windows, only a small light that was on near the back. The floor of the van was a semi-soft carpet. They had me pinned face down. I could hear that unmistakable noise of tape being pulled apart from its roll. They proceeded to tape my wrists together behind my back and put tape over my mouth. They wrapped tape around my upper torso, binding my upper arms tightly to it. Now in limited capacity, I tried to struggle and squirm as I could feel them attempting to strip me of my pants. After they had managed to get my belt undone, they pulled it out from the loops and cast it aside. Next, they were trying to yank down my pants without bothering with the button & the zipper. I began to realize that their agenda was rape. As the top of my pants reached my thighs while being yanked down, the button had snapped off before my pants were pulled all the way down to my ankles. And as they were, i could feel the van making a right turn onto another road. All I had on underneath my pants was a jockstrap. It remained tight to my body while my pants had been slid down over it. But they had done all they needed to do to gain rear entry, as I assumed was their intention. Defenseless and outnumbered, I had become utterly horrified since my pants were down. Though I thought i could still try and kick or knee them, I didn't think i'd be ultimately able to stop them from having their way with me. But shortly after the van made the right turn, before they could do anything else, we heard sirens from a police car. They started to panic and threw some kind of blanket over me. They then sat on me as I lie face down. One sat on my legs and the other on my back. They kept telling me "Don't say a f&%$in' word!". But I could hardly breathe from them sitting on me, let alone speak. A cop approached the driver side and stated to the driver that he was pulled over for failing to signal the turn and a missing taillight. As he was standing at the driver side window asking the driver for his license and registration, I could see a glimpse of light through the blanket, coming from his flashlight that he was shining all around the inside of the van. Guessing the cop must have returned to his squad car to check the info, because they started repeating "Keep quiet and don't say a f%$#kin' word!". When the cop returned, I heard "Sir, this registration has expired and belongs to a (can't recall the name). Please step out of the vehicle." Shortly after he did so, someone opened the side door. I could see light shining toward the back of the van again, and the voice of another cop asking the guys to step out of the van. They complied, and since the captors hadn't shown me a gun, I suspected they were unarmed. After they got out of the van, I started to wiggle and squirm as much as I could to get the blanket off me and draw attention that I was there. It wasn't long before someone pulled back the blanket, revealing a bundled me, with my pants at my ankles, stripped to my jockstrap. I heard him say "Hold on" as he left for a moment, shortly to return with something to cut the tape off me. I couldn't see what the implement was. It was dark and I remained face down as he cut the tape from my wrists, and where it had been wrapped around my arms and back. He asked me if I were ok, and I nodded my head. Then he asked "Did they do anything to you?", which I assumed was in reference to any kind of penetration. So I said "No. They just bound me with tape and got my pants down." as I pulled them back up. I refused the offer for medical assistance. As I got out of the van, he told me a witness saw me being abducted on the rectory sidewalk and dialed 9-1-1. He said I was lucky that the patrol car had the van pulled over, making it easier for him to catch up after being dispatched. As I got out of the van, I could see two police cruisers where the men had been cuffed and seated in the back of. There was also a black unmarked car with flashing lights driven by this undercover cop (detective?). He was wearing all black or navy blue and appeared to have a bulletproof vest underneath. He asked me to go with him to the precinct to make a statement and answer some questions. As I walked to his car, I struggled to keep my pants up. My button had broken off and my belt was somewhere in the van. I didn't think to retrieve it or have it retrieved, and I'm not sure I would've wanted it back. I was more concerned about having to disclose that I placed the ad that I did. It was all I could think about throughout the whole ride, as I stayed mostly silent except for a brief answer when being asked again if I were ok, and if I knew the captors. We got to the precinct and went to his office. He called another officer to come in and take notes as he asked me questions. I was relieved that I didn't have to elaborate beyond the extent of showing up "to meet one of the priests at the rectory". All that he was really interested in was my account of how I was abducted and what happened in the van. I was asked once again if I were ok and was sure I did not want any medical assistance. Then I was told I was free to go, though not sure where I was geographically & how to make it back to my car. As I started out of the office, I could see someone had just entered the precinct. It was an older man with gray balding hair and glasses. I could see his priest collar, black shirt and pants underneath his open overcoat. It turned out to be a priest from the rectory who had been the one to dial 9-1-1. He had been contacted and asked to come down to identify the men he saw abduct me in front of the rectory, and to answer a few questions about what he saw. When he was finished, I approached him and thanked him for dialing 9-1-1. He asked me if I were alright, telling me he had seen the struggle down the sidewalk from a window. He asked me why I had come to the rectory, if I had come to see someone there. I didn't want to answer right then and there at the precinct. So I just asked if he could give me a ride back to the rectory where my car was. He said "Sure. Sure. Sure." He had seen I was having trouble keeping my pants up, and he offered to let me have one of his to wear when we got back. We were about the same size. i wondered if it would be one of his civilian pants, or if it would be an extra black one that goes with his outfit. When we were in his car on the way back, he was asking me who I was coming to see. I replied "Fr. John". He said that there was no "Fr John" there. I had recalled that that was a "fake" name, to not give himself away. I had printed out the picture that was e-mailed to me and had it in my car. So I told him I would show him the picture when we got back. So we reached the rectory, where he pulled into a driveway behind it. I stopped at my car to get the picture as he went to unlock and open the door to the rectory. I followed him inside and he brought me to a closet where he had pants hanging. He pulled black pants from a hanger, grabbed a black belt from a drawer, and asked me to go in the bathroom and try them on. Though I was still a little shaken up from the earlier ordeal, I was getting turned on by the fact that I was going to try on priests' black pants. It got me so hard, I let the head of my cock stick out from above the waistband of my jockstrap. I slid those pants on, buttoned and zipped up, ran the belt through the loops, and then felt my erect penis over these pants. I was not going to wait until it died down before emerging from the bathroom, as maybe it wouldn't. When I came out of the bathroom, he called me over from the living room. As he glanced at me in the pants, he said "They seem to fit". I wondered if he noticed my erection as he checked me out in them. Don't know how he could miss it, though my jockstrap was helping to keep the rod close to my body. He offered me a seat on the sofa. I handed him the picture and he said that that priest does not reside at this rectory, and did not know who he was. We started to arrive at the conclusion that I had been set up via a bogus ad response by the captors who had lain in wait outside for me to arrive. He then wanted to know what this was all about. At this point I got really nervous. After becoming flaccid, I tried to nonchalantly adjust the waistband of my strap over the pants without him noticing, to allow the head of my penis back into the pouch. I was so nervous that I was going to have to confess to this priest what it was I was looking for. He already knew I was coming to see a priest that I had a picture of at 11:00 at night. And since there was no "Fr. John" with that image there and given what happened, I knew I had to confess that I placed an ad looking for a priest. "Are you looking for a gay relationship with a priest?" he asked. "Not exactly. I was just looking for someone to..." I replied as I hesitated, wondering how i was to put "mutual masturbation" "To what?" He asked, as if a little impatient for me to take the time I needed to figure out how to say it. I began trembling a little, embarrassed that i have to admit this to someone who may find it sinful, wrong, lecture me, maybe become disgusted by me. "To.....touch each oth-er". I could feel my trembling get slightly more intense, seeing him looking at me curiously, as if trying to understand. I was waiting for his look to turn to scorn, and I thought it may have started to upon my revelation. "So you came here to be masturbated by a priest? Is that what it was?" "Yes, Father. But i was also. ..going...to..." I wanted to say "return the favor" but I wasn't sure if I should put it that way, or how to put it otherwise. " You were going to masturbate him as well?" I muttered "Yes, Father", anticipating an almost certain negative reaction. "Come with me", he whispered in a low voice, as we got up. He led me down the dark hallway to his room. I had no idea what was in store. Was he going to try to punish me somehow or make me read something to help me decipher right from wrong? Or could he be into something like this too ? "You went through hell tonight, because you thought there was a priest here that would get you off ?", he asked as I nodded slowly in embarrassment. "Would it help the healing process of what happened tonight if "I" masturbated you?" The mere surprise mention made me spring up again, and once again, I had to grab the waistband of my jockstrap from over my borrowed pants to allow my erection to grow. He caught me making the adjustment, and so I felt there was no turning back from going through with this. "Let your pants down if you want me to do it for you.", he suggested as he sat at the edge of his bed where I stood before him. I felt like there was no backing out now, so I slowly unbuckled the belt and slowly lowered them down. As i did so, he leaned over and pulled open a drawer under the small table next to his bed. From it, he grabbed a bottle of hand lotion and sat back up. "You're wearing a jockstrap." he said, as if a little surprised. Not knowing how else to respond as i stood before him semi-frozen, i nodded. He felt me briefly over the pouch a little, like gentle squeezing. His touch caused my feet to become a little off balance as my legs weakened, and it made me dance a little as I had to re-establish my footing. He grabbed the side of my upper leg, as if to hold me steady. I could feel a few of his fingertips pressing into the base of my buttock. As I re-steadied on my feet, he grabbed my waistband on either side of my pouch and lowered my jockstrap down to my thighs. The release of my erection from the jock caused it to wag back & forth a little as it became free. He reached over and yanked about four tissues in rapid succession from the box. After squirting some hand lotion into his right hand, he wrapped his left arm around me until his hand met my buttock where he gripped onto it, drawing me close to him as his right hand grabbed my erection and began to stroke it. The room, and the rectory for that matter, seemed to be quiet, except for that smacking sound of the stroking with the lotion. As my knees became weak, he tightened his hold on me as he continued stroking me with his other hand. I don't think I lasted 10 minutes before I shot my load. I softly moaned out a "thank you" as the last of my cum was dribbling out. In a low voice, he asked me if I needed to lie down while he'd grab some towels to clean up. Now that I had had my release, I felt awkward in my whereabouts and thought it was best if I just got dressed and left. He handed me a towel to wipe the head of my cock, which I did promptly before pulling up my pants, actually "his" pants, and saying that I'd better go. I thanked him again as I headed down the hallway to leave, while he headed for the bathroom to shower. As I neared the end of the hallway where I was about to exit, a hand reached around and covered my mouth. I felt myself being dragged backwards, and then whisked out of the hallway and into another bedroom. The door closed behind me. The only light was coming from a small lamp on the night table. As I was pulled down to sit on the bed, I could see he was wearing only a clerical shirt front and light blue briefs "I heard you talking before. You want to masturbate a priest ?". He looked down, spreading his legs a bit, displaying his erection under his briefs. He was a younger priest, maybe in his 30's, with jet black hair. "Here". He grabbed my wrist, guiding it over to his briefs, where he stuffed my hand down inside to come in contact with his cock. For some reason, I felt obligated to grab it and begin stroking. This was my first time touching another man, and though I would have preferred it being an older man, I felt both awkward & excited. I was questioning myself, was this something I really wanted to do? But I felt like now I had to do it regardless. It felt odd, stroking a cock that wasn't my own, and that I was making someone else feel what I would feel when I jack off. He was starting to let out dramatic exhales. It motivated me to want to masturbate him with more intensity. Just as I would try to pick up the intensity when i would give a woman oral and reach the spot where she begins to get really excited. "Here. You want to wear my collar?", as he undid the shirtfront strap that went around his lower back. I could hear the velcro separating as he unfastened the collar from around his neck, and it made me very nervous. I had never worn a priest's collar before. I could see it from the inside slowly coming toward my neck, before being snugly fastened around it. The sound of the velcro once again, as the two ends came together and closed around the back. The feeling that 3" hard plastic white collar had on my neck gave me an instant erection. My breathing became deeper and a little bit louder. Together with the black pants I was given earlier, I was now essentially dressed like a priest. But not for long. He started unfastening my belt and undoing my pants. With the resulting burning excitement, I found it harder to continue stroking him. He was moving around a bit, and I was becoming so horny during the process of being disrobed while his collar was now on me. I wiggled my butt to let the pants slide off. He saw my jockstrap with the bulge beneath and began squeezing it, saying "oooo, sexy !" My breathing was starting to get louder. I could hardly continue on his cock any longer. Thankfully he shot his load at that moment, while he squeezed my cock over the jockstrap. i thought perhaps touching me might have caused him to cum. I had no idea where his semen landed, presumably onto the floor from his seated position. I had to lie back on his bed, as I was becoming weak to his touch. I lifted my buttocks just a little when I felt him grip the waistband of my jock and start to yank it down. My cock sprung straight up in the air, and he began manipulating it. Thankfully he lubed his hand up, as I was a little sore from just having been jacked off a short time before. It was unusual for me to have gotten so hard & horny again so soon after cumming within maybe the past half hour. But the feeling of this collar around my neck gave me such a rush. I had never become so horny so soon after ejaculating. And here I was, about to shoot another load. It only took a few minutes, and the ejaculation wasn't quite as intense. "Very good, very good" he whispered in a low voice as I shot my load. I thought this verbal "encouragement" caused me to shoot out an extra spurt or two. After lying there a few minutes to catch my breath, I grabbed paper towels and helped him clean up, without even having pulled my strap up yet. Once it seemed we had wiped up everything and I had even wiped the tip of my penis of any residual drip, I stood up and pulled up my jockstrap. I unfastened the shirt front from around my neck, ready to hand it back to him. He said "You can keep it if you want", before I could even think to ask him if I could have it. "THANKS !", I replied for both the donation of that sexy souvenir, as well as him getting me off. He asked for my number, & he handed me his church card with his number on it. By now, I was starting to feel really awkward that I was still around and how late it was. I told him I really had to get going. He said he'd call me as I headed out the door. As I drove home, I thought about the evening and how lucky I was, though I did pay a bit of a price earlier. Despite the set up fluke, I wound up being masturbated twice, by TWO priests instead of one. And I knew I was lucky as well that nothing ugly happened during the earlier abduction. And, beyond my psychotic-est dreams, I came out of it with a clerical shirt front that turned me on sexually as I wore it. And I also came away with priest pants ! In the days following, I would go on to dress up in these clothes in front of the mirror when I wanted to jack off. It seemed to intensify my orgasms, especially with that snug feeling of the collar around my neck. About a week later, the phone rang. I was invited back to the rectory. To be continued....