Description: Life has been crazy since my friend Andrew and I ran away from home. I don’t know why I did it, really. Andrew hated being a Senator’s son in the constant spotlight. The security details. He wanted his own life. I guess I did, too. My dad wasn’t as high profile as Andrew’s was but I was just as sheltered. I had my own nanny and, later governess, from the time I was born. Later, I had a security guard. I mean he was cool, but still! I grew up in a gated mansion where, I admit, I had everything. Except freedom. Adventure. There was never a moment in my life that wasn’t planned, sheltered, supervised. I still can’t believe we did it. We couldn’t have except the Organization, some underground European mafia, or something, sent Andrews dad a gift. It was a guy! I mean we never even suspected that Mr. Connor was gay. But Andrew saw this strange guy our age going into his dad’s study. He snuck up outside the door and listened. There wasn’t any mistaking what he heard. The guy was getting fucked by his dad. Andrew hid inside the private elevator and waited for the guy to come out. When the guy got on the elevator, Andrew confronted him. He threatened to expose him and the guy gave him a business card. I’m stupid. I’ll let Andrew talk me into anything. We contacted the number and somehow we got in. The first thing we did was meet this guy who kind of interviewed us, but mostly just sort of low key raped us. I mean it was consensual and everything but it wasn’t like we had much choice. It was kind of exciting, though! I’ve fooled around with other guys my age, but this was, I don’t know, like real sex! He had a really big dick and we got fucked hard with it. It was sort of a test because we have to do everything we are told without question. So I guess we passed and they moved us into a sort of hotel/dormitory kind of place with some other young guys who are escorts, too. The other guys are nice. There are two who don’t speak any English, but most do. We can hangout, but none of us are allowed to say anything at all about the errands that we run. That’s what the men from the Organization call it when they send us places. I didn’t have much idea what was going on except I assumed it was about sex. We were there for about a week. It’s kind of easy to lose track of time. Yesterday, one of the men told me that I was being sent on an errand. He gave me a small box to deliver, an address and a transit card. I was supposed to give the box to Father Zetta. I thought, if I was going to see a priest, whatever happened, it wouldn’t be sex. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I got to the address but no one seemed to be there. I was told that I was expected and I should wait until Father Zetta came in. When he got there, I looked up at him and he was incredibly handsome. I mean, I think of priests as being like old men, or whatever, but this guy was hot! He was probably in his mid 30s with a dark beard and lips that made me wonder what it would be like to kiss him. A few minutes later, I found out. He was very nice and gentle but it seemed like suddenly we were kissing and I was shocked that I was doing that with a priest, but I really wanted him to fuck me. It didn’t take long to figure that he wanted it, too. He made me suck him. His cock was huge, and uncut. I’ve never been treated like that before. His hands were all over me. With the Organization guy, it was like he was just doing what he had to. Father Zetta acted like he really wanted me. Like I was his favorite dessert, or something. He really made me want to please him, to be worthy of his desire for me. At the same time, it felt wonderfully nasty that he left his cross on. It’s not like I’m Catholic, but still. His cock really hurt going in my hole but I took it for him. After he got me opened up, he sat on the couch and told me to ride him. I’ve never done that before but it was amazing. This incredibly hot guy lying back on the sofa and me fucking myself with his cock. I just wanted more and more of it the longer I rode it. I wanted to feel his cum inside me so bad, but I knew when he did, he would stop fucking me, and I didn’t want it to end either.