The next evening, after the last parishioners had left and the heavy church doors were locked with a final, echoing thud, Father Elias gathered all four altar boys in the candlelit sanctuary.
The air was thick with the scent of melted wax and lingering incense. The sanctuary lamp glowed softly above the tabernacle, casting long shadows across the marble.
Timothy was completely naked this time. The boys had stripped him slowly, almost reverently, before laying him on his back across the high altar itself. His head hung slightly off one end, his ass positioned right at the edge of the sacred marble slab. Marcus and Lucas held his legs wide open, knees pushed back toward his chest, fully exposing his slick, slightly gaping hole from the previous day’s training.
Father Elias stood at the he
