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“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three mont..
🕑 Added 2024-06-04 14:00:40 +0000 UTC “Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been three months since my last confession.” Father Augustine coughed lightly and shifted in his chair, the only movement in response being a small sign of the cross. The man on the other side of the screen held his breath for a moment, collecting his thoughts before letting the words escape at last. “I have been lustful. Unfaithful to God.” “Continue," Father Augustine said quietly, trying his best not to ponder on what those words might mean to a man like this. It was not his job to judge, just to listen. “I have been single for some time, but in the past few months I have been seeking the company of other men." “It is not a bad thing to confide in friends,” the priest said simply, trying his best to not make assumptions, making another sign of the cross in anticipation. The words tumbled out of his mouth, hesitant and uncertain, but with a fervent honesty. "No, Father... Sexually," the man confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. He paused for a moment, catching his breath before continuing."I love cock, Father," he continued, his voice growing more confident with each word. "I crave the feeling of another man using me like a hole, taking complete control over my body. I revel in being used and degraded, reduced to nothing but a worthless pig." The priest sat silently for what felt like hours, unsure of how to react to something like this. “Well - W-What have you done to stop this, son?” The priest said, almost in awe with the amount of depravity this man was willing to display. He felt warm in his seat, reminding himself yet again that his role was to listen and advise. Not judge. "I've done nothing, father. I can't stop. I want to be fucked by men twice my size, bred into complete submission, and kept locked up and docile until I'm to be used again. I want my pathetic dick to be caged in chastity, left in a corner blindfolded and unknown to the world until it's time to fulfill my purpose." Father Augustine cleared his throat, that warmth he was feeling quickly moving to his crotch in primal excitement. What was going on? “Well… The first thing you should do is s-stop, and consider your body to be a temple of God, and work to repair your relationship with him-” "Father, please. I can't take these cravings anymore!" The voice on the other side of the screen grew more urgent and desperate, with the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin coming from the wall. The priest's breathing became erratic as he listened to the confessions pouring out of the speaker, detailing sins and desires that made his own member tighten and throb with arousal. He sat in shock and disgust, but couldn't help himself from absentmindedly pleasuring himself to the intensity of it all. The smell of their musky cocks seeped into the confessional booth, making both of them even more lustful than they thought possible. “Y-You should keep being a little cocksucker, I-it’s all your good for.” The priest found himself saying, his pants and underwear pooled around his ankles and cock at full attention, hands swirling at the head and letting his body ride through every wave of pleasure. It was incredible, addicting, and terrible as he found himself saying even more lurid, disgusting things. The man on the other side of the screen masturbated even harder, slamming his body against the wall of the confessional. “I want to be a good little cock whore, I want to be good for you, Father! I want to be so good for you, a good little hole for you!” He moaned, whining like some sort of beast as the priest matched his intensity, pumping his cock in a way he had never experienced before. Father, please don't make me stop. Don't make me stop my purpose. Please," the man pleaded, each word punctuated with gasping breaths and whimpers. He was getting close now, and Father Augustine could feel the warmth in his body growing more intense as his climax approached. The priest's breath came in desperate gasps as he surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. "Be a good hole- Be a good hole, son," he managed to gasp out, his orgasm shutting out his mind as he shot thick ropes of cum all over himself, the man on the other side screaming out in pleasure as he released as well. Silence passed between both of them, the priest feeling brave enough at last to see if the man was still there, waiting for him and expecting more. The other side of the confessional was empty. There was no mess, no sign of another person being there, and the lingering smell of musk they had shared was dissipating as quickly as it had arrived. Father Augustine felt the warmth and excitement in his skin wash away in horror; the only thing left behind was an uncomfortable pit in his stomach. Nobody was here. Nobody had been here. But now he was changed, different. He had failed his test of faith.
