by The Naughty Nun

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Beneath the smooth covers of the soft, soft bed with its plumped feather pillows and embroidered coverlet, Hugo de Rainault, revered abbot of St Mary's Abbey and brother to Robert, despised Sheriff of Nottingham, trembled like a frightened virgin at the sound of a footfall on the stairs to the secret door of his chamber.

As the full moon thrust itself from behind a cloud and filled the chamber with the silvered-milk of its beams, the footsteps stopped. Hugo raised himself on his elbows and stared towards the tapestry (a particular favourite of his) on the opposite wall. It depicted an eyebrow-raising naked, unusually muscular and anatomically perfect Christ being baptized by an over-friendly John the Baptist with an equally sculpted musculature and an altogether unscriptural approach to full-immersion baptism. The heavy hanging moved as the hidden entrance opened and closed -- and the stocky figure of an ex-soldier stepped into the moonlight and blew out the last two candles on the prie-dieu.

Male sweat mingled with the rich, rank tang of damp forest earth and summer growth filled the abbot's nostrils as the man, limned by moon-beams, came towards the bed. Hugo's dark eyes almost started out of their sockets as the milky light glistened like water on the man's naked chest, leather jerkin and thick belt.

As he came closer, Hugo could hear the man's steady, rough breathing and the rasp of his coarse breeches -- and Hugo started to shake. In the next instant the man had vanished like a spirit -- and the abbot peered around the chamber in consternation.

Suddenly there was movement at the bottom of the bed -- and then a mound appeared under the covers. Hugo shivered with anticipation as the mound moved closer, and pulled his nightshirt up around his waist. He felt more joyous still as a harsh, stubbly chin was rubbed, then scraped, along each inner thigh towards the ecclesiastical groin.

The head of his quivering cock was briefly swallowed between dry lips and then the balls and the whole swollen shaft were anointed with saliva and a slavering tongue as strong fingers seized the globes of the abbot's arse and squeezed them rhythmically, nails digging viciously into the soft flesh as the abbot whimpered and moaned.

As his cock was once again swallowed by that delicious mouth and sucked vigorously, Hugo's lower body bounced happily up and down in response -- especially when the buttock- squeezing became harder. It bounced even more merrily when the hot mouth released his cock and the buttock-squeezing became hard, stinging slaps and the beloved voice told him what a vile, miserable cunt he was...what a weak, pathetic shit...what a foul, bastard sinner...how wicked, depraved and base for so desperately desiring the feel of a man's hands and mouth on his cock and balls. And not just *any* man, oh no. No perfumed, silken catamites or smiling, knowing altar boys for Abbot Hugo, but a sweaty, unshaven ruffian with calloused hands and rough ways.

"Ohgodohgodohgod..." he sobbed in a delirium of delight. "Ohgodohgodohgodoh*jesus*..."

After a blissful spell of more slaps, suckling and delicious obscenities, Hugo was close to ejaculation. It was his pleasure that, as his cock was sucked to orgasm, his testicles were squeezed firmly - and he let out a whimper of ecstasy as each testicle was suddenly cradled lovingly in a warm, damp hand. Now the final part of the familiar ritual exchange had to take place.

"Well now, Abbot..." came the muffled voice right on cue, squeezing each heavy testicle to match deed to word. "I've got a bollock in *this* 'and, an' annuva bollock in *this* 'and. You've got a choice about where I start. So come on, 'Ugo, you swivel-eyed old 'ypocrite: *WHICH ONE'S YOUR FAVOURITE?"*

The End

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