FATHER BRENNAN'S BOYS

BY ANONYMOUS MASTER

Part 1

Farther Brennan smiled as he hung up the phone. Sargent Matthew's
had just told him of the news that five more families of boys
were being picked up for delivery to the Brother's of the Thorn
boys home in which he was in charge.

The arrangement he had with the State Foundling Home Society was
that he would provide shelter, meals and education for young boys
displaced by neglect, poverty, or destitution as a result of the
Depression of 1929.

As a senior level authority of the church many families willingly
surrendered their sons into his care believing his home to be a
faith filled, nurturing loving environment offering the best of
care. The church diocese owned the 65 acer land it's, 1200 bed
foundling home, and monastery complex. It lay on the outskirts of
the county quite pastoral in location and setting. Every brother
answered directly to him and was at one time a boy of the home
themselves.

The boys should be here in an hour he thought to himself, the
Holmes brothers all 8 of them the twins Ralph and Roderick age
14, Matthew age 13, Robert age twelve, Nathan age 11, and the
triplets Adam, Anthony, and Seth age 10. The O'Brien boys Thomas
age 9, Abel age 7, Albert age 4. The Mc Neil boys Hank age 12,
Stephen age 8 and little Jimmy age 5. The Holden family boys
Richard age 10, Yentil age 9, Travis age 8, Erik age 7 and Denis
age 5. The O'Leary children Bradley age 13, Art age 12, Stanley
age 11, Bert and Grant twins age 10, Frederick age 9, David age
7, Jed age 6, Murray age 5 and young Gareth age 4. Thirty boys he
counted silently to himself it was going to be a fun filled
afternoon and a most enjoyable evening processing this riff raff
he grinned at the anticipation.

Needing to pass the time between now and the arrival of his new
charges he decides to ring for Brother Beenadick dorm master of
Pierce hall, the age 10-11 year old boys. Beenadick answers the
phone and Father Brennan instructs him to send the Adam brothers
Mark and Michael, and the Davis boy to his office immediately.

Shortly there is a knock at his door. Enter. In shamble the three
dejected and terrified boys.

Well, boys he barks what do you have to say for yourselves? Mark
stammers to reply, sir, I um what do you mean sir, sorry sir I
don't...

Father smiles to himself, "You don't know, what you idiot child,
you think you have pulled one over on me don't you, you sinful
disobedient little trash!

No sir, the boys lip tremble, tears forming in his scared wide
blue eyes. I am sorry sir what did I do wrong sir, brushing his
lank blond hair out of his face he peers up at the profile of the
man towering above him?

And you boy he directs his inquiry at the boy next to him,
Michael is it, yes sir you are not going to just stand there and
expect to get away with your sinful behavior too are you, surely
you are not as stupid as your brother?

I, no sir, its just that I don't know what I have done sir, I
have been trying so hard to be good honest I have sobbed the boy
desperately searching his memory for whatever transgression had
raised the ire of Father Brennan.

Turning to the Davis boy Curtis age 10, he addresses the boy
angrily and demands him to confess to his transgression. The
terrified handsome brown eyed, brunet lad, starts listing off his
minor offenses, I was disobedient in class, I had impure
thoughts, I awoke with the devils touch upon my privates, I
cursed under my breath at brother Dominick..."

Enough shouts Father Brennan you irresponsible sinful little
buggers will regret your misdeeds and learn the error of your
ways, this you can be quite certain of, I assure you. Now off
with your clothes, all of you, right now, hands behind your
heads, legs wide apart, no wider, wider now, I say, square off
those shoulders, heads up, eyes forward, tummy in.

The boys having complied quickly now stood lined up before me,
their young boyish innocence on parade, stiff and rigid, too
fearful to hardly breathe. It is a site to look at them, Father
Brennan marvels, there is Mark the eldest of the three at 4'3
inches tall blond haired blue eyed, with the cute button nose
splattered with freckles, a strong jutting chin, the wide
shoulders and dime sized nipples, his slightly muscled torso, an
outie belly button and then his 3 ½ inch un-circumsized boyhood
with the long foreskin dangling off an inch and a 1/4 from the
tip of his boy organ, a narrow waist, full mooned shaped flesh of
his dimpled ass cheeks, and the deep cleft hiding the pink
treasure within, and the slightly muscled hairless thighs long
legs and big boy feet, quite the boy he thought.

And then there is Michael a younger looking than average 10 year
old, Mark's younger sibling. With curly blond hair framing a
cupid pie face with pale blue eyes, red full lips, and two small
barely noticeable pink nipples ever so light a pink raising up
from his small torso, he posed there trembling every so often, he
is cute as can be with an deep inny belly button and his ribs
sticking out showing clearly through the tight white skin of his
chest, his little cocklet uncircumsised, though not as long in
foreskin as his elder brother still covered his peanut sized
glans fully, despite the 2 inch erection he was sporting, no
doubt out of abject fear. He possessed a smaller whiter versioin
of his brother's full ass, with a single freckle on the lower
right cheek of his prominent backside.

Last, but not least there stood the Davis boy, just turned ten
last week, looking two years younger than his actual age, with
those chocolate brown eyes, and wavy brunet hair. This boy has a
trim athletic body, summer tanned and with large darken nipples
standing eroused from his boyish chest, he too had a inny belly
button, full red lips, and unlike the two brothers he was
circumsized a delightful pink 3 ½ inch morsel with a prominent
flared helmet and slightly less darkened glands, he too was
flaccid, his small dick dangling down hanging a bit off to the
left, his loose sack of boy marbles fully on display below his
little member. His ass two white melons less fleshy than the
brothers but still prominent and delightful, the contrast between
the tanned areas of his body and the whiteness of his buttocks
and immature groin intoxicating.

Picking up the tawse from his desk he moves to the side of Mark
and wraps the tails and long handled strap around the quivering
neck of the 11 year old.