Confessional

Confessional

The room was set up with what was a pretty damn good replica of a priest's confessional. Whether the owners had outsourced it from an actual church, I didn't know. The confessional box was facing me, where I sat behind my mirrored window, and the man sitting on the left-hand side of the box had his head down. His breaths were deep and peaceful, and he seemed completely at ease.

His head was bowed. His black trousers and long-sleeved shirt matched the color of his hair. And when he looked up, his white clerical collar was a stark contrast to the darkness.

If he was an actual priest or role-playing, I didn't know.

I didn't care.

The door to the right opened and a man stepped quietly inside. It must have taken him a moment to get used to the low lighting, because he squinted a little as he looked around the room.

The priest inhaled deeply, his anticipation showing in his shaky, but calculated exhale. "Come in. Sit down." His voice was low and rumbling, kind but authoritative.

He sounded like a real priest.

The man did as he was told, slipping into his side of the booth, unseen by the priest.

The priest gave him a moment to sit down. The silence and anticipation were clearly a part of his play, because the room was electric. I could almost feel it through the glass. "What brings you to see me today?"

"Father, forgive me, for I have sinned."

A flicker of a smile ghosted across the priest's lips. "What have you done?"

"I've been having impure thoughts… of other men."

The priest inhaled sharply. "Tell me of these… thoughts."

"I dream of them naked. I kiss them. They kiss me. I touch them."

"Do you let them touch you?"

"Yes."

The priest paused. "Do you like it?"

"Yes."

"Where do they touch you?"

"Everywhere. I like it when they touch my…." The man swallowed hard. "I like when they touch my cock."

"Sins of the flesh are hard to deny," said the priest. Then he leaned back in his confessional box and palmed his dick. "Do you touch these men in return?"

"Yes."

"And that pleases you?"

"Yes."

"Tell me what you do to them?"

"Father?"

"I cannot absolve your sins unless I know what they are."

The man licked his lips. "I suck their cocks and drink what they give me."

The priest rubbed his cock again through his pants. "Do you partake in sodomy?"

His nostrils flared. "Oh yes. I love it when they use me, hold me down, and…."

"And?"

"I love it when they fuck me."

The priest arched his back and ran his hand over his own chest. "Do you let them come inside you?"

The man moaned. "Yes. I love it when they fill me with their seed."

The priest closed his eyes and bit his lip. He took a moment to collect himself. "Oh, how you revel in sin."

"Yes, Father. I was told you could help me?"

"Is that right?"

"Yes. I was told you would know how to wash me clean. Like an exorcism, you will save me."

The priest smiled, his nostrils flared. "Do you believe this?"

"I do."

"Are you ready for me?"

The man licked his lips. "I am."

"Good. Go kneel by the foot of the bed," the priest said, his voice was deeper, rougher.

The man did as he was asked. Without a word, he slipped out of the confessional and knelt by the bed. His hands went behind his back, he bowed his head in a true submissive position, and he waited.

The priest now stood in his confessional box. He was hard. I could see the huge ridgeline of his cock straining through his black trousers. He took another moment to inhale deeply, collect his thoughts, then walked out and over to the kneeling man.

He put a gentle hand on top of his head. "My son, as penance for your sins close your eyes. Raise your face to the heavens, and open your mouth."

The kneeling man did as he was told.

The priest stood in front of him and widened his stance. He slowly undid the button on his pants. The zipper sounded like a crack of lightning in the otherwise silent room. I thought the kneeling man might jump or startle at the sound, but he took a deep breath and his shoulders relaxed instead. Calm, peaceful and waiting, he knelt with his head tilted back and his mouth open.

The priest pulled out his cock. It was huge. At least nine inches long, thick and uncut. With his hand wrapped around the base of the shaft, he lightly tapped the head on the kneeling man's bottom lip. His tongue quickly swept out to wet his lips, to taste.

"You will repent," the priest said. His voice was rough and hot. And then he slid his rigid cock into the man's mouth.

The kneeling man moaned as he took him in, sucking and swallowing. He never opened his eyes, never took his hands from behind his back. And I realized then, my assumption had been wrong. I checked the paperwork in front of me and saw that it wasn't the priest's fantasy coming to life right now, it was the man on his knees; he was the one who'd put in a role-play request.

Nonetheless, the priest was playing his part perfectly.

He fisted the man's hair and thrust into his mouth. "You will repent," he groaned out, harder this time, more forceful with his tone as well has his thrusts. He was skull-fucking him, forcing every inch of his huge cock down the man's throat. When the kneeling man gagged, he didn't show him any reprieve. He just pulled his head back by his hair and fucked his throat even harder. And when the kneeling man moaned, he pulled out.

He held the base of his glistening cock and again, tapped the head of it to the panting man's lips. "Ask for forgiveness," the priest demanded.

The kneeling man licked the offered cock and sucked on the head, only for the priest to pull away. The priest lifted his cock and shoved his balls at the man's mouth. "Ask for forgiveness," he said, this time softer, pleading.

The man leaned in, eagerly trying to lick and suck on the priest's sac. The priest let his head fall back and he fisted the other man's hair. "Oh, you sin so well."

The kneeling man pulled away, his lips swollen, his breath ragged. He kept his submissive pose perfectly. "Have I atoned, Father?"

"No." The priest took a step back, and with his huge cock still hanging out, he inspected the man before him. "You're aroused, which tells me you show no remorse."

He bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Father."

"Release your cock from your jeans."

The man did.

"Stroke yourself."

The man did. His cock was so hard, the head a vivid purple. He swept his palm across the head, smearing precome to slick each pump of his wrist. His hand was slow and steady, pulling down and twisting over the head. He still knelt, but his hips flexed, and I wasn't sure if he was stroking his cock or fucking his fist. Maybe both.

"You're not sorry," the priest said.

A low moan filled the room. "No."

"Do you want to atone for your sins?"

"Yes, yes," the man moaned, stroking himself faster. "Please."

"Stop pleasuring yourself."

He did.

"Stand up."

He did.

"Get undressed," the priest demanded. "Show me the sin of your flesh."

The priest watched intently as the man stripped, neatly folding his clothes as he did. When the man was naked, he stood with his feet apart, his head bowed, and his hands hanging free by his sides. "Mmm," the priest hummed, appraising his body. "I can see why other men want to touch you."

"I try to fight it, Father," he said, his voice almost a whisper. His cock was now a painful purplish blue.

"I will help you atone for your sins."

"How?"

"Get on the bed," the priest commanded. "On your back and offer your ass to me."

As the man did as he was instructed, the priest collected a bottle of lube from the shelf. There was no condom. I double-checked the paperwork in front of me, and yes, "bareback, internal come" was clearly selected. I bit back a moan—watching a man come deep in another man's ass was one of my favorite scenes.

I thought the priest might undress also, but he didn't. The part of it being with a priest was obviously key for the man on the bed. The priest's thick and heavy cock hung free from his black trousers, eagerly waiting for the ass that was ready for him on the bed.

The priest slicked his cock with lube and inspected the proffered, puckered ass before him. The man was on his back, legs spread and raised to his chest. His hips and ass were off the bed, giving the priest easier access.

The priest knelt on the bed and poured lube over the man's perineum. He slid a finger inside him easily, making him moan. "I can see how much you like a man's cock buried inside you. Carnal wickedness has left you open to the perils of sin."

The man stroked himself. "Please help me, Father."

Holding the base of his cock, the priest aligned the head at the man's hole. "I will wash you clean," he murmured. "I will take your sins from you."

The man moaned long and loud as the priest pushed into him. Every inch of his huge cock slid into his ass, until the priest fell forward onto his hands at the side of the man's face.

The man's eyes were wide, his mouth was open and he made a strange keening sound, full to the hilt with cock. His legs splayed out, wanting, giving his whole body to the man inside him.

Then the priest began to fuck him. Hard and perfect, each thrust speared his cock into that more-than-willing ass. "I can see why men like to fuck you," he rasped. "So tight, but you can take every inch of me."

The man whined, jacking his own cock hard and fast. He was so close already, and the priest filled him so completely. His balls squashed against the man's ass as he pushed in deeper still, and finally the man on his back came with a throat-raw scream.

"Yes," cried the priest, as he fucked the cum out of him. He never slowed down, just relentlessly hammered his cock into him, making the man beneath him writhe and shake, moan and cry.

The priest's head fell back, he gripped the man's hips, and his thrusts became faster and ragged, until he bucked and stilled with a roar. His whole frame jerked and twitched as he came deep inside him. He seemed to come for a long time, unable to do anything but stay balls deep in that slick, tight hole. He groaned a sound between pleasure and pain as he emptied his cock inside him. The other man could only gasp and sigh, knowing and loving that he was being filled with cum.

Slowly, reluctantly, the priest pulled out. His still-hard dick glistened, bare and beautiful as he got off the bed, and I could imagine the emptiness the other man felt at his absence. After having such a big hot cock inside him, he'd be feeling empty. Sated, but already yearning for the next time.

"Am I absolved, Father?" he asked meekly, arms and legs splayed out.

The priest stuffed his softening dick back inside his trousers. "No, not yet. I feel it may take a few sessions with you."

The man on the bed smiled. "Thank you, Father."

"I'll look forward to us meeting again next week."

"I will try to be good until then."

The priest gave a nod. "See that you do," he said. He lifted the man's chin, and with his thumb, drew a cross on his forehead, though it looked more like a soft caress. And with that, he left the room. The remaining man smiled with a bone-deep satisfaction. He stayed on the bed a while before he left, and I made a note on the job file to make sure I was on duty for their next meeting.