The Exorcism

The Exorcism

Priest confessionals were a common theme for paid scenarios, and I always loved watching them. Something forbidden about a man seeking forgiveness and a priest giving it to him.

But today's scene was a little different.

The room was set up with the confessional box—a wooden setup with two compartments and a curtain for anonymity. They would usually speak through the privacy grill inside, where the sinner would confess to lurid thoughts about men and sex, and the priest would usually order him to his knees for penance and skull fuck the forgiveness into him.

But not today.

There was also an altar covered by a red sheet with religious paraphernalia propped atop it: a small wooden cross, a bible, rosary beads. Behind the altar was a huge black metal cross. A bit like a St. Andrews cross, but this was a religious cross... well, if hand shackles hanging from the crossbar could be considered religious.

The scene was titled Exorcism, and it was gonna be hot as hell.

Pardon the pun.

The first guy walked in wearing black pants and a shirt with a white clerical collar. He was maybe forty, had short brown hair, was about five foot ten, with a medium build. For this scene, he'd be called Father.

Once he was in the confessional box with the curtain drawn, the second guy walked in.

He was a big man. Six foot five, easily. Thick shoulders, huge biceps, but that wasn't even the most striking thing about him.

He wore black leather, from his biker boots, leather pants, and a tight leather shirt. And he also wore a demon face mask covering his whole head, black and red, complete with red horns.

Jesus.

He squeezed himself into the confessional.

"Hello, my child," Father said. "Have you come to confess your sins?"

"Yes," the demon replied, his voice deep.

"How long since your last confession?"

"Eternity."

Father paused. "It can feel like that when we don't connect with God for a time."

"Hmm."

"What sins are you confessing today, my child?"

"I'm not your child," the demon said.

"Do you have a name you'd like me to use?"

"Master."

Again, Father paused. It was all part of the script, but I guess a real priest in a confessional would give that name pause too.

"And your sins, Master?"

"I want men."

"Sins of the flesh," Father said. "Desire tries to tempt us all."

"You misunderstand, human. I want to rule the world," he replied, his voice deep, sinister. "I want to rule over man and have them beg at my feet. I want to take any man I want as my own, use him as I see fit. He will pray to me, and only me."

"False gods?—"

"There is no false god, mortal," the demon bellowed. "I am your god. There is only sin, and you will yield to me and only me."

The priest paused again. "You need to pray, and I will pray with you."

The demon burst out of the confessional. "You will pray, mortal!" He drew back the curtain to the priest's side.

The priest yelped, and I had to admit, I'd probably have yelped too. This demon was huge and intimidating, and with the lights down low, he looked scary as fuck.

The priest gripped the cross around his neck. "Get back thee demon," he said.

The demon laughed, and reaching in, he fisted the priest's shirt and pulled him out. "You will pray to me, human," he said, forcing the priest to his knees. "And I will show you mercy."

"No," the priest said. "You cannot take my soul."

"I don't want your soul," the demon said, unbuckling his leather pants. "I want your body. Starting with your mouth. Now open." He gripped Father's hair, pulling his head back, and forced his cock in. The priest gagged and choked, and the demon laughed. "Take the cock of your lord."

When the priest struggled and tried to push the demon away, the demon hauled him up to his feet and shoved him face-first against the altar, bending him over it. He ripped his pants off, forcefully—the kind that came away easily, but still. The priest struggled, but the demon was too big, too strong.

I had to say, as far as nonconsensual-acted scenarios went, this was pretty convincing.

"Pray," the demon said, pulling out his huge cock. "Pray to me."

"I will never," the priest said, still struggling.

The demon held him down easily. "I said pray," he yelled as he drove his cock into the priest.

The Father screamed and flailed, and the demon held him down by his arms, driving into him so hard the priest's feet were off the floor. The demon groaned, long and loud. "I said pray, human. Pray to my cock. Call me your new god."

Father struggled some more. "Never," he bit out, his voice pitching with every thrust.

"You will pray at this altar for me," the demon said, grunting every time he drove his cock home. "You will worship my cock."

"No," the priest said with a renewed fight.

The demon laughed. "Yes, I love it when you mere mortals fight. Always resist at first, but you'll be begging for it soon enough."

Father flailed his arms and twisted his hips, trying to escape. "Never," he said. "I resist, in the eyes of the lord."

The demon grabbed Father's wrists and, pulling out of him, then he led him to the cross. "I am your lord," the demon said, enraged. "And you will worship me."

He snapped Father's wrists into the shackles, and he was unable to move, barely on his tippy toes. The demon stood back, his rock-hard cock jutting out from his leather pants, and admired his subject.

"Hm, I should rid you of these false clothes you wear. Strip you naked so you have nowhere to hide, human."

Father tried to turn, but he was unable to move but an inch.

The demon ripped his shirt and white clerical collar off his body, and Father yelped. He was shackled, completely naked but his shoes and the cross he wore around his neck.

And unable to move.

"That's better," the demon said. He ran a hand down the priest's back, over his ass. "These are the sins of the flesh I yearn for," he murmured. "These are the sins you will crave."

The priest shook his head, struggling against the restraints. "Get thee Satan away from me."

The demon took the priest's hips in his hands and drove his cock up into him again.

Father cried out, his feet now off the floor. He was impaled by the huge demon's cock, his body suspended.

"Oh yes, that's it," the demon said. "Cry and moan, you mortal fool. The sounds turn me on."

His huge cock was fully embedded, and by the way the priest cried, I wondered if he would safe-word. I kept my hand on the button to end the scene, but no... he didn't.

"Oh Father, who art in heaven," he said as the demon fucked him, gasping the words in between thrusts.

The demon groaned. "I will be your new god," he said. "You will pray only to me, beg for my seed."

The priest moaned, his head dropping forward.

So the demon pulled his head back by his hair. The priest arched his back, now fully impaled on the demon's huge cock, and he groaned, a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Pray to me, human."

The priest moaned. "Yes," he said meekly.

"Say it louder," the demon demanded.

"Yes!" Father yelled. "Yes."

The demon pulled his hair harder, whispering in his ear. "Yes, what?"

"My lord," Father replied with a desperate sob. "My dark lord."

The demon let his hair go so he could grip his hips again and began to fuck him against the cross. It was hard and rough, and Father's moans were soon that of pleasure.

His cock, hanging down near the cross, began to leak.

"Will you take my cock?" the demon asked.

"Yes, my lord."

"Will you bow at my feet?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Will you take my seed?"

"Yes. Yes."

"A communion, I will give you my body and my seed," he said, rocking the priest's hips on his cock.

And then he pulled out.

"No," the priest said. "My lord. Please give it to me, I am worthy."

The demon unshackled his wrists, and the priest almost fell to the ground. The demon collected him and carried him back to the altar. He pulled the red altar cloth off and the wooden cross clambered to the floor. And he shoved the priest against the altar. Only now I could see the altar was a table with a hole at the end, fixed with a Fleshlight.

The demon held the priest, forcing the priest's cock into the Fleshlight. "Oh!" the priest yelled. "Ugh."

The demon bent the priest over, pushing him up against the altar, deeper into the Fleshlight. "You will come for me," the demon demanded. "Give me your flesh and give me your seed. As I give you mine, so you will give me yours."

He moaned when the demon sank his cock inside him, groaning with every thrust, every slam, every move. His feet were almost off the ground as he got held down and railed, his cock buried in the Fleshlight.

Father began to spasm, his legs quivering, and he cried out as he came into the sex toy. The demon still held him down, with his cock buried to the hilt. His head fell back and he growled as the priest came.

"Yes, give yourself to the pleasure," the demon ordered.

The priest moaned now, his body racked with tremors. His cock was still embedded in the Fleshlight; the demon wasn't done yet.

"Now give yourself to the pain," the demon said, and he drove into him, over and over, getting faster, closer to completion. The priest whined and begged, struggling futilely, his oversensitive body at its limit.

The line between pleasure and pain was a fine one to tread.

With a final thrust in and a strangled cry, the demon shot his load deep inside the priest. His huge frame racked with waves of pleasure and he moaned, long and low, as his orgasm subsided.

"You've been saved by your dark lord," the demon said, panting. "You take my cock, you take my seed as your savior."

"Yes, my lord," the priest rasped.

"And when I return, you will beg at my feet and take it again."

"Yes. Yes, I will."

The demon pulled out slowly, his long thick cock slipping out, glistening wet. He relieved the priest of the Fleshlight and the priest all but sank to the floor.

He was spent, used, and thoroughly sated.

The demon seemed pleased as he tucked himself back into his pants. His huge frame and long horns made an imposing figure standing over the man on the floor. He crouched down, lifting the priest's face so he'd look at him.

"Hm, such a dedicated disciple," he mused. "Be waiting, human. I'm coming back for you."

The demon strode out of the room and the priest rolled onto his back with a sigh. Then he looked toward the mirror, to me, and he smiled.