Confessional Part 2

Confessional Part 2

The room was set up for this scene, once again, with a confessional box in the center of the room and a bed. The lights were dimmed. I'd been looking forward to this scene, because I'd enjoyed the first one almost as much as the two men in the scene.

Again, the priest waited in the confessional box. His black hair matched his clothes, his head was bowed. When the door opened with a soft click, the priest raised his head so I could see his clerical collar, and he smiled.

The other man, who was still nameless, slid into the room, then into the empty side of the confessional box. He sat down, his back ramrod straight. "In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. My last confession was a week ago."

"I'm glad you came to see me again," the priest said. His voice was deep and calm. "How has your week been?"

"Long, and hard," the man answered. "I've um, I've tried to restrain myself, Father. But I… I failed."

"We are tested daily my son," the priest said. "Tell me your sins."

"Well, there's a guy at work. We finish our shifts together, and we use the showers at the same time."

"And?"

"And I watch him. When he's all wet and has his head back in the water…."

"Have you touched him?"

"No."

"Good. Do you want to?"

"Yes. Very much."

"Do you fantasize about what you would do to him?"

"Yes, Father."

"Tell me."

"Father?"

"I cannot absolve you of your sins if I don't know what they are."

"I join him in the shower," the man answered. "I drop to my knees and suck him while the water runs over his body."

"Hmm," the priest said. He rubbed his cock through his trousers. "Do you swallow his seed?" The man hesitated, so the priest added, "I need to know how sinful you are."

"I swallow."

The priest's head falls back and he rubs himself harder. "Did you do anything else this week?"

"I watched pornography," the man said. "Twice."

"Did you masturbate to these films?"

"Yes."

"Masturbation is a sin," the priest told him.

"I'm sorry, Father."

"I don't believe you are. I believe you have every intention of sinning again and again."

"I am weak to my desires, Father." The man gave his denim-covered cock a squeeze. "How do I find penance?"

"First, you must try to avoid such temptation. You must ignore it. Have faith in the greater good to look over you."

"I will try. I can't say no, Father. I crave the flesh of man, like a drug."

"Hmm," the priest said. "Yet you come to repent your sins. You seek absolution."

"I don't want to sin, Father."

"Do you want the sacramental offering? It will wash clean your sins."

"Yes, Father. Please."

The priest stood up and slid the small mesh screen across. It was where a priest would normally pass sacramental bread through, a hole about fifteen by ten inches, very conveniently placed at waist height. The priest faced the partition wall and undid his zipper. "Get on your knees and face the hole," he demanded. "Close your eyes and open your mouth."

The man did as he was told, kneeling on the built-in knee rest, facing the partition wall between them. His hands were clasped behind his back, his eyes closed, and his mouth open and waiting.

The priest pulled his cock from his briefs. It really was a gorgeous cock: thick, long, and uncut. Gripping the base of the shaft with one hand, the priest fed it through the hole. "This is my body," he said, and placed the tip of his cock on the man's lips. "This is my wine," he said, pushing into his mouth.

The man on his knees sucked him in, as much as the confessional box/glory hole allowed. He sucked hard, like he was starving for it, until the priest pulled out with a moan.

"Thank you, Father," the man said.

"You're not forgiven yet," the priest said gruffly. "I told you to avoid temptation, yet you didn't even try."

"Sorry, Father, I?—"

"Go and kneel at the foot of the bed," the priest barked.

The man scrambled to his feet and darted out of the confessional box to do as he was told. He was quick to get into position: kneeling, hands clasped behind his back, head bowed.

The priest waited in the confessional for a moment. He left his trousers unzipped and his cock out, then walked with slow, confident steps to the man who was on his knees and waiting.

The priest stood in front of him, his protruding cock right near the man's face. "Can you avoid temptation?"

"Oh, Father," the man said breathily. The waiting cock was right in front of him. He licked his lips and swallowed hard.

"Do you want it?" the Priest asked, pumping his cock.

"Yes."

"Can you resist it?"

"I'm trying, Father." The man leaned in and ran his nose along the side of the shaft. "It smells so good."

"Keep resisting," the Priest said.

Then the man slid his cheek along the cock before him. He closed his eyes and rubbed his face all over the cock. "I can't resist it, Father."

The Priest moaned. "You are quite the sinner."

"I need to atone for my sins, Father."

"Is that so?"

"Yes." The man nodded hard. "If it pleases you."

The Priest smiled, and with a single finger, he lifted the man's chin. "Open your mouth and you shall receive."

He opened his mouth wide and flattened his tongue, then slowly closed his eyes.

The priest took a firmer hold of the man's jaw and put the head of his cock on the man's tongue. The Priest's voice was low and gruff. "May this consecration of the body obtain for all who receive it, redemption."

And then he pushed his cock into the man's mouth. He moaned loudly, his lips quickly sucking him in. The Priest took a fistful of the man's hair and guided him until his balls were on the man's chin. "Oh, you sin so good."

The man swallowed around him, and the Priest groaned before pulling out quickly. He roughly grabbed the man's chin between his finger and thumb. "You aren't to drink from me until you are repentant."

"Yes, Father," the man said. "I need to repent the sins of my body."

"Mmm." The priest put his hand on the kneeling man's head. "Last week did you feel absolved? Did I cleanse your body and mind of all impure thoughts?"

"Yes, Father."

"Yet, you continue your wicked ways." The priest pulled back the man's head by his hair. "Do you need purification or punishment?"

"Both, Father," the man whispered. "Punish me so I may be pure."

"Very well. Strip from your clothes."

The man rose to his feet and did as the priest said, though he was quick to stand with his feet apart, his hands behind his back and his head bowed.

"I will not show mercy," the priest whispered.

"I am grateful," the man answered.

"Get onto the middle of the bed. On your knees and face the cross."

The man did as he was told, and still wearing his priest clothes with just his cock hanging out, the priest slicked his rigid length with lube. He knelt on the bed and moved into position behind the man. The priest slicked the man's ass and lined his cock up at his hole and gripped his hips with both hands. "Penitent," the priest called him. "I will fill your body, your soul. You will take me, all of me, and your body will drink what I give you to wash away your sins."

Then he pushed his cock into him, in one hard thrust. The man cried out and almost fell forward, but the priest was quick to put one arm around his chest and keep him in position.

On his knees, facing a cross.

And just as he said, he showed no mercy. He fucked him hard.

The priest kept the man's back against his chest and relentlessly slammed up into him. "Look at how you take a cock."

The man moaned and arched his back, pushing his ass back for more, and he jacked his own cock. "Oh, F-f-f-father," he stammered with every pounding. "Fill me."

The priest pushed the man forward then, and he fell onto all fours. "On your hands and knees." The priest never stopped fucking. "Show me how sorry you are."

The man gripped the bed sheets in one hand and kept jerking his cock with his other. He lowered his head so he was almost bowing down in front of the cross. His ass raised high and filled with cock, he moaned long and loud. "I'm sorry, Father."

The priest slammed into him. "You will take your penance. You will take every drop."

The man cried out, "Yes, Father," as he came, his cum painting white stripes on the bed.

The priest gripped the man's hips and slammed into him again as he came deep inside him. He grunted as he emptied his cock in the man's ass, buried in as far as he could be. Eventually he slowed, with a few final thrusts as his orgasm subsided. He pulled out of him and got off the bed. "Suck me clean," he demanded.

The man did. "Did I absolve my sins, Father?"

The priest lifted the man's chin. "I don't think you're done yet." He paused. "Will you be at confession next week?"

The man nodded. "I think I'll need it."

The priest drew a cross on the man's forehead with his thumb, leaned down, and planted a kiss to the man's lips. "Go forth and sin. Then you can beg for forgiveness."

With that, the priest walked out and the man on the bed smiled.