Ferdinand, Cesar, Giorgio and the Cameraman

I'm losing control. Or maybe I've already lost it. Ever since I fucked my nephew on camera, countless of boys have come and gone. They enter my home and use me for their perverted games. And then they leave. Usually with my money, or with pictures on their phones. They used to wait for me to pay them a little something. Now they just grab my wallet and take what they want. Street urchins. That's what they are. And not one of them with scruples. Don't they know I'm a man of the cloth? But as my nephew now never tires of reminding me, it's in my nature to let “help” the slender young boys he brings to me. They're so young, so innocent. They look so vulnerable. And then they get naked and stand before me. Hard. Hung. Horny. I know I must put an end to this. I must stop playing this dangerous game before someone finds out. I just hope no one suspects. Today, at least, my nephew and I were in the city, away from our small village. He blindfolded me, drove me into town, then exposed me to two of his little friends. The bastards made me suck their cock. Then they took turns bareback fucking me as if I were their whore. They spilled their seed inside me and kept fucking. I lost track of who did what to me. All I know is that my nephew filmed us, and joined in on the perverse, taboo action. I'm beginning to think my nephew is pimping me out!