[Disclaimer: The following depicts adult situations, sexual intercourse, and depravity on a massive scale. You must be of legal age to continue (18+) and it must be legal in your area for you to do so. Consider that this is a work of fiction in progress and that nothing you read - although possibly based heavily from true life experiences - is in any way a true account. Again, this is FICTION. None of the characters are meant to resemble persons either alive or dead, famous or infamous, and you should under no circumstance try any of this at home. This is my original work and I would appreciate any feedback you might have for me. Send that to metonym@gmail.com and please include which story/series/chapter you're refering to in your e-mail. Anyway, I think that about covers the basics and my ass. So, let's get on with it, shall we? -J. Kingsgrave]
[One more thing. I don't know where this story is going to end up but I do know where it's basically headed. Expect elements of Authoritarian, Urination, Masterbation, Encounters, Military, and even SciFi Fantasy. This is going to get nasty in the best ways. Since I'm not set in plotline or direction, feel free to send me any suggestions or requests. I make no promises, but I'll considerate your input. Send it to metonym@gmail.com.]
"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned." I'm wearing my skin tight leather pants. The way they hug my ass so snug and make my jock look about ready to pop gets me going, even in this confessional booth which wreaks of sweat, regret, and shame. My favorite fragrances all together in one place. As I rub my crotch I add, "Alot. I have sinned alot." What's the use in stopping? I'm on a roll. I slap my thigh through the leather and then rub it and growl. I hear a gasp from behind the partition. "It's so hard it hurts, Father. You need to help me. It's too hard for me to do it alone." I smirk and unzip my fly.
"Go on, my son." I reach a hand under my shirt and rub my chest. I work my cock out.
"Say that again."
"Go on, my son." I stroke it at his command.
"Mmmmmmmm, that's it. That's it, daddy. Talk dirty to me." I stroke myself slowly and moan. "Bless me, Father, for I am a sinner."
"Bless you, my son." The screen parts. "I see the problem, my child. You are consumed by sins of the flesh. You must purge these impulses. You must unload your burden." I look at him and wink. I grab my cock in a fist and shake it at him. "Oh my, that is a large problem. Allow me to assist you." I stand up and push my leather pants down and steer my cock at the opening. His lips part and I rub the head of my cock along them. His tongue slithers out and flicks at my pisshole. I sway at my hips and drag the length of my cock across his mouth. He licks at it and kisses it. I lift my shirt up and push it behind my head exposing my chest, abdomen, and hairy crotch. I lean in and allow myself to slide into his mouth slowly. He works a hand through the hole to steady my rod. The hot moistness devours it and I grab onto the wall and push myself toward the back of his throat. He gags and I chuckle.
"Gluttony, Greed, and Lust are deadly sins, Father. Why is it that everything fun is wrong?" He begins to bob on my shaft. I hump the wall lightly with my hands on my hips. His hand works its way down and around my sack. He pulls at it, squeezing each nut, and then juggling them around. My head comes down and against the wall with a thud and a moan. "Jesus, you Catholics give such glorious head. You might just convert me yet." I feel a little teeth. The shiver that rolls up my spine erupts in my head and then melts and flows back down my chest. My heart stops for a moment until he goes back to sucking me. I growl and pull out. I tease him, slapping his face with my cock and pulling it away from his mouth when he tries to suck at it. I step back and shake it at him through the hole. He licks his lips and I step back against the other wall. I roll my hips and fuck my hand, pushing my cock in and out of my loose fist. "You like that, baby? Why don't you drop trout and let's consimate this new glory hole of God? How 'bout it?" The look of shock is pure and that gets me going even more. I told you I was I the worst. Didn't believe me? I don't blame you. I don't inspire trust. Lust, though, definitely. "You want it? You want this massive cock plowing into your tight, unused asshole? You want me to fill you with the seed of depravity? Show me that hole." He's gone. I think I may have pushed too far. Everyone has a limit, afterall. But then there it is, framed by the open partition of the confessional, his hairy ass. "That's right. You're going to be calling me Daddy now."
"Get thee behind me, Satan, and show me the wrath of your horn." I kneel down and pull his cheeks apart. He's a beast. I've never seen such a hairy ass. I hold his cheecks open and spit right at his clenched little pucker. He tenses up and flexes his sphincter muscles. I work my spit around the lips of his hole with my finger. He moves his ass around following my finger like a fuck hungry bitch but he jumps whenever I get anywhere near the center of his hole. I lick it instead. He moans loudly. I push my tongue in and then pull away and jam my finger roughly inside. He yelps and tries to pull away but I bend my finger and hold onto him from the inside. "Oh god, no. It hurts." I reach through the opening with my other hand and grab a fistful of cloth and pull him backward onto my bent finger as I push it further into him. He gasps and grunts and clenches tight around me. I twirl my finger, mixing his insides and working them loose. He whimpers. I finger fuck him slowly before working in a second finger. He doesn't resist. I'm turning him out. I go back to jerking my cock and getting it ready. He's mumbling something. I hear the last bit of it. "...forgive us out trespasses and those who trespass against us and lead us not... ohhhhhhgh. Lead us not... mmmmmmmmmm, oh yes, lead us." I'm standing and teasing his asshole with the head of my cock. I push it in a little. "Oh dear god. Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. Deliver us. Deliver us from evil." I sink the entire length of my raging hardon into his waiting hole. He cries out and is unable to finish the prayer himself.
"Amen." I say, allowing him a little time to adjust to the sudden intrusion before pulling it back out and slamming it in again. The ancient wood creaks with the force of my pelvis ramming against it and his desperate attempt to hold himself up and in place. We fuck savagely and mostly in silence. He pushes his ass back to meet my every thrust and clenches around my cock on the out stroke, milking it for all he's worth. I spank both of his ass cheeks. The sound of flesh meeting flesh joined with the rapid creaking of the wooden confessional walls as it rocks back and forth and his staggered, short gasps of breath create a beautiful hymn to herald the beastly nature of our union. I keep the tempo of my jutting hips with hard, open slaps to his ass. He is panting like a dog and I am grunting and growling and trying to fuck my way through the open partition of the confessional. Bless me, Father, for I am a sinner. Bless me, Father, for I am about to cum in your ass. I pull out and he instantly turns around and is kneeling with his open mouth in the window again. He lets his tongue slide out and flicks it at my rapid fisting. "This is my body spent before you. Swallow this in remembrance of me." I cum violently. The heavens shake as I empty my balls and coat his tonsils with my semen. He gurgles happily as he tries to swallow it all but I just keep cumming. It runs out the corners of his mouth and onto his robes. I close my eyes and see God. I've never been a believer but I was touched that day. Fondled, groped, and molested - but touched none the less. I fall onto the bench and sigh. I listen to him jerking wildly in the room next to me. I don't watch. That would be sacrilege. But he cums quickly and I can hear him sucking it from his fingers. I smirk, light a cigarette, and wait. Once he catches his breath, he clears his throat several times. I think some of me got stuck in it.
"How my I assist further assist you, Brother?"
"Don't call me that for starters."
"So then it is true? You have been excommunicated? The Brotherhood has finally been cleansed of your depravity?"
"Not yet. I have a chance at redemption before that happens."
"A wretch like you? A second chance? Highest Brother is weak. He should have killed you when he had the chance and validation. Why didn't he? You seduce him?" I blow my smoke through the open window and listen as he begins to cough and hack.
"I agree that sparing me was a mistake, but his time will come. The rest is none of your concern. I came here for my gear. I have an assignment."
"It is inside the bench you are sitting on. Anything else?"
"How do I taste today?"
"Bittersweet, as usual."
"Then that's all. I must change quickly. My associates are waiting. Would you like to watch?" His face is inside the window again and I give a reverse strip tease. Removing what's left of my clothing and slowly squeezing into my bondage gear: harnesses, jock, chaps, collar, leash, arm band, boots, vest, gloves, full length jacket. I can hear him jerking again and I play with my body. Showing off my nearly naked body and the leather that covers barely any of it. I rub my jock into his face and he cums again. I growl. "I think I'm ready now. Too bad the world's not ready for me." I repack the bag with my discarded clothing and replace it in the bench.
"Good luck on your mission, my son. May those hethen gods of yours watch over and protect you." He says some things in Latin and I leave the church, strutting down the center aisle and causing the meek to blush and the damned to salivate. I tie the belt of my jacket, concealing as much of myself as I can, before pushing open the double doors and jogging down the stairs to the opened door of a car standing by. The three of them look at me and then each other, before nodding. We ride on in silence.
[...to be continued.]