Nuns in Control: Part 1

           Simon stared at the flyer in his hand, his fingers brushing over the worn edges as he read it once more: “Help Wanted: Live-in altar boy for the convent. Duties include cleaning, cooking, and general help for the sisters. Accommodation and meals provided.”

            It was pinned to the community board outside the small grocery store in town, nearly hidden beneath layers of older, faded notices. He’d only seen it because a gust of wind had lifted the edge just as he walked past. It seemed like a sign. Simon was eighteen, fresh out of school, with no immediate plans and limited funds. The promise of room and board sounded like more than he could’ve hoped for.

            The convent wasn’t far—maybe a twenty-minute walk from the edge of town. He knew it by sight, a quiet, ivy-covered castle tucked away behind high stone walls, its bell tower peeking over the tops of tall trees. There was a kind of mystery about the place that had always intrigued him, but he’d never thought about going inside. Now, holding the flyer, he found himself wondering what it would be like to work there, to spend his days in the quiet rhythm of cleaning, cooking, and helping out.

             The next morning, he made up his mind. After a quick breakfast, he slipped the flyer into his jacket pocket and started walking. The early light cast long shadows across the road as he neared the convent gates.

           Just as he raised a hand to knock, the heavy wooden door creaked open. A beautiful blonde nun in a sexy outfit that showed off her massive breasts looked at him with a warm smile.

           Simon’s face flushed as he realized that the woman standing before him was not the elderly, modestly dressed nun he’d expected. Instead, she was in her early twenties, radiating energy and confidence. She was warm and welcoming, with an easy grace that caught him off guard.

           "Hello, I’m Sister Maxi,” she said with a bright smile, extending her hand. “How’s your day going so far?”

           Simon struggled to meet her gaze, his cheeks growing even redder. He stammered a response, distracted by her beauty and massive breasts. He couldn’t help but repeatedly glance down at them, feeling his pulse quicken as she led him into the convent.

          “Are you interested in helping us around the convent as our live-in altar boy?”, she asked.

             He nodded, trying to keep his gaze on her face rather than her tits. “Yes, Sister Maxi. I thought this could be a good opportunity for me. I’m ready to work hard and help however I can.”

            She led Simon into the convent, and he felt so guilty as he couldn’t keep his eyes off her massive swaying ass as she walked confidently in front of him.

            She turned around clearly seeing his eyes glued to her ass and smiled before leaning forward slightly, her eyes holding his. “I’m glad to hear that, Simon. The sisters and I do get a bit bored from time to time. Ever since our last alter boy moved elsewhere, life here has been… quiet. Sometimes too quiet, if you know what I mean.”

            Simon blinked, surprised by her tone. “Oh, um, I… I imagine it must be,” he replied, feeling his face warm slightly.

           Sister Maxi continued, letting a small laugh escape. “You’ll find that we all appreciate a little companionship here. We might wear habits, but we’re still human, after all. And sometimes, we like to find ways to make life interesting.”

           Simon wasn’t entirely sure what to make of her words, so he just nodded politely, keeping his focus on her eyes as best he could as his cock stiffened in his pants.

           “So,” she continued, her gaze lingering on him, “you’ll be helping with cleaning, cooking, and some garden work. It can be tiring at times, but we’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.” She tilted her head, her smile deepening. “And, of course, you’ll get to know the sisters well in the process. We do like to… pass the time in ways that make things a bit more enjoyable.”

           There was a moment of silence as she regarded him with a mischievous look, clearly expecting some kind of response. Simon cleared his throat, deciding to keep his answer simple.

            “I appreciate that, Sister Maxi,” he said, giving a small smile in return. “I’m looking forward to meeting everyone and learning how I can help out here.”

            She leaned back in her chair, giving him a nod of approval. “Good answer, Simon. I think you’ll fit in just fine.” She glanced at the signed contract papers on the table and then back up at him, her expression settling into one of genuine warmth.

“Welcome to the convent, Simon,” she said, extending a hand.

          Simon was led to his small quarters down near the kitchen and noticed there was only a bed and a small bathroom. He noticed there was no dresser or anything for him to store his clothes in.

         Sister Maxi told him to leave his belongings in the storage room at the end of the hallway and to follow her to the lobby so he could meet the head nun, Sister Evelyn and get started with his day.

         As he followed Sister Maxi to the lobby, Simon was trying to figure out what sort of convent this was. It seemed to be full of beautiful flirty nuns with massive tits and asses.

         He couldn't help but think to himself, It feels like I’ve landed the perfect job—being the only male surrounded by charming, flirtatious nuns who seem so innocent yet full of energy.

        They arrived at the lobby and Simon almost came in his pants when he saw Sister Evelyn; a beautiful forty-year-old nun with striking features, blonde hair and massive tits on full display.

        She was smiling warmly as they entered the lobby as he say good morning, nice to meet you Sister Evelyn.

            “Good morning, Simon,” she said, setting down a basket and brushing a strand of hair from her face. “I hope you’re settling in. We’re all so pleased to have you here to help us out.”

            Simon nodded politely, feeling the familiar warmth of a blush. “Yes, Sister Evelyn. It’s… really nice to be here.”

           As she placed down her basket, Simon found himself staring right at her sweaty breasts. She caught his reaction and chuckled softly.

          "We’ll need to sort out your clothes, Simon,” Sister Evelyn said, giving him an appraising look. “You’re here to work in the convent, and a jumper and trousers aren’t exactly the attire we expect from our altar boys here.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he replied, a bit flustered. “I wasn’t sure what to wear.”

          "Don’t worry,” she replied, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. “We’ll take care of it soon enough. But first, I’d like you to bring some drinks, scones, and sunscreen down to the sisters at the lake."

          “Yes, Sister Evelyn!” Simon replied eagerly, hoping to show his enthusiasm for the job.

          Simon made his way down the forest path toward the lake, balancing a tray with fresh coffee and a plate of scones Sister Evelyn had asked him to bring.

         The lake was a favourite retreat for the nuns on sunny days—a place to unwind and enjoy nature.

         As he neared the water, he could hear their laughter drifting through the trees. Rounding the last bend, Simon was greeted by the shimmering lake, the sun casting golden ripples over its surface.

        Several of the nuns were lounging by the shore in nun bikinis, blending their usual habits’ colours with a relaxed, almost playful style. It took Simon a moment to process. What is going on here? he wondered, feeling his cheeks flush slightly as his cock twitched in his pants. All these nuns look so… hot.

           Sister Maxi noticed him first, perched on a rock near the shore with her feet in the water. She waved him over with a grin. “Oh, Simon! Just in time. The lake always makes us a bit hungry,” she said, her eyes bright and friendly.

           Simon managed a smile as he approached. “I brought coffee and scones,” he said, setting the tray down on a flat rock nearby. He tried to focus on the task, but his mind was spinning. Was it his imagination, or was there a lighthearted energy in the air?

          The nuns began to gather around the tray, each thanking him warmly as they took a cup of coffee or a scone. Just as Simon was about to excuse himself, Sister Maria smiled up at him, holding out a bottle of sunscreen.

            “Simon, you’ve done so much already, but would you mind helping us with one last thing?” She gave him an inviting smile. “The sun is strong, and we’d hate to burn. Could you put a bit of this on our shoulders?”

        He felt his heart skip a beat, his face growing warm as his cock grew harder. “Um… sure,” he replied, reaching for the bottle. He squeezed a small amount of sunscreen onto his hands, trying to keep his focus as he lightly rubbed it onto Sister Maria’s shoulders. Her warm laugh and friendly gaze didn’t make it any easier.

           When he moved on to Sister Maxi, she winked at him. “Thanks, Simon,” she said, her tone playful. “You’re doing a very good job.” Her hand gently brushed his as he worked, and he felt a thrill run through him as she patted his arm with a smile.

          As he finished, he couldn’t help feeling a mix of emotions. The nuns were as kind and welcoming as ever, but there was something else in the air today, a warm camaraderie that left Simon feeling both thrilled and mystified.

         "Simon!" Sister Evelyn’s sharp voice called from behind, startling him so much that he knocked the tray of scones and drinks to the ground.

        Turning around, he saw her glaring at him with clear disapproval. "Come with me. Now," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

         He glanced at the younger nuns, who exchanged knowing looks; as if they anticipated what was coming next.

          “Yes, Sister Evelyn,” Simon replied quickly, hastily gathering up the tray before following her back to her office.

        “I’m very disappointed in you, Simon. This is a convent filled with innocent, devoted nuns—women who do not need to see a young man’s… visible lack of control.”

        Simon flushed a deep red, struggling to mumble an apology, hoping to explain his boner.

       “Enough,” she interrupted firmly. “These are women of prayer, Simon, pure and virgins. I cannot allow a young man who can’t control himself to distract or disturb them.”

       Oh no, Simon thought, panic setting in. She’s going to fire me. The fear coursed through him as he realized the gravity of the situation, wondering if his boner had cost him the job.

        She continued, "Discipline is paramount in this convent, and I intend to ensure you adhere to it if you want to continue to work here.”

        Simon swallowed, the weight of her words sinking in. He felt both the shame of being called out and a strange thrill from her intense presence. “I’m sorry, Sister Evelyn. Yes, I really want to work here”

        “We adhere to traditional methods and discipline here, Simon,” Sister Evelyn said firmly. “I expect you to follow these if you wish to remain in this convent.”

         “Yes, of course, Sister Evelyn,” Simon replied, his voice steady as he nodded. “I will follow your rules and traditions.”

“Good”, she replied, “Now take off all your clothes."

         Simon hesitated, clearly unsure of what he had just heard. “Sorry, did you just ask me to...?” he trailed off, his confusion evident. He couldn’t quite believe he was hearing what he thought he was.

          "Yes, Simon. Either you will become the same as the last altar boy who worked here or you will leave. Now remove all your clothes and place them in this bag.”, she informed him, leaving no room for discussion.

        Simon could feel his cock harder as sister Evelyn took such control of the situation as he stood up and undressed in front of her, placing his clothes inside the bag.

She took the bag and walked over to her fireplace and threw it onto the flames.

Simon panicked and said, “No, those are my clothes!"

          "Altar boys don’t need clothes here Simon”, she continued. "They are here to serve, and be pure in their service".

         Next, he heard her open a drawer and the soft, metallic sound of something being handled.

          When she spoke again, her voice was softer but authoritative. “This is a chastity device, Simon. It will ensure that you remain focused on your duties and prevent any… distractions to control you around the nuns. This is a common form of discipline for those who need assistance with self-control, and I believe it’s appropriate in your case.”

         Simon’s heart pounded as he processed her words. “Sister Evelyn… are you sure that’s necessary?”

           She stepped closer, and he could feel the heat off her skin. “Yes, Simon. It’s necessary. This will remind you that your purpose here is to serve and that discipline comes above personal desires.”

            With practised hands, she secured the device around his cock and balls, her movements both efficient and unyielding. When she was finished, she stepped back, her gaze assessing him one last time.

             “There,” she said, her voice firm. “You’ll remain in this so the nuns feel safe and you can focus on serving our needs. Understood?”

           Simon could only reply “Yes sister Evelyn”, as he tried to process what was happening.

          She then took out a steel collar and placed it around Simon’s neck before locking it shut.

"Why are you putting a collar on me?”, Simon blurted out.

"Because an altar boy is here to serve, Simon”, she clarified. "You are the servant and we are your masters."

             She then brought his wrists behind his back and snapped cuffs on them before shackling his feet so he could only take short steps.

           Simon realised she was serious about doing things the old-fashioned way as her last act was to attach a leash to his collar and lead him towards the church.

           They walked passed some nuns who smiled at sister Evelyn and said it is great to finally have an altar boy around her again. We are all so horny and have so much pent-up sexual energy.

           Simon couldn't help but wonder, What does she mean by that? I thought these nuns were all virgins.

         He opened his mouth and said to sister Evelyn, "What is going on? I thought these nuns were all virgins?"

            She smiled as she replied, "They are, but they can still release their pent -up sexual energy without having sex, Simon as you are about to see.

          She brought Simon in to the church and guided him over to one of the benches. He noticed there was a hole in the ground where sister Evelyn guided him to kneel in.

            Once he was kneeling in the hole, she secured his handcuffs to the shackles on his knees before securing his collar to a bolt inside the hole.

            She then pushed a pew with a hole in it directly above his head before saying, “It is great to have an altar boy again. Daily prayers are going to become much more popular now."

She then walked away leaving Simon secured inside the hole.

          He knelt there for nearly twenty minutes, feeling the weight of the silence, until he finally saw Sister Maxi approaching. She wore a gentle smile, her rosary beads clasped in her hand, and her presence seemed to bring a mix of calm and curiosity.

         "It’s nice to see you presented as an altar boy, Simon," she said with a smile. Holding up her rosary beads, she added, "Now, it’s time for me to pray for the next hour."

           She then turned and sat down with her ass right in Simon’s face as she told him to get to service.

        Simon couldn’t believe what was happening as his face was smothered by this thick fat ass belonging to Sister Maxi.

        His cock strained within the confines of the chastity belt due to how sexy this whole situation was as her hot cheeks enveloped his face.

        He slid his deep tongue into Maxi’s ass as she began to pray, worhsipping her ass as his new place of worhsip.

        He couldn’t help but wonder what other duties would await him as the convent's new altar boy.