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I can tell from the way he shuts the door of the confessional who is on the other side. As always, he starts his confession with mundane things: tiny lies he’s told, cursing with the Lord’s name, those sorts of sins. But he saves the sweetest ones for last. He gets quiet before telling me all the dirty thoughts he’s had during the week. Always, he is afraid to give detail, but today I decide to prod him. What kind of thoughts? What did you do about them?
He tells me after a pause that he thought about being fucked by a man bigger than him, being pinned down, and he was so desperate that he humped the air, trying to get any relief without actually touching himself. He’s so afraid that he will fall into sin, become a whore for every handsome man who will fuck him, breed him. And as he replies and I ask for more, I can’t help, as I so often can’t, from touching myself through my cassock. His sweet voice gets me so hard, more than others’ do, to the point that just rubbing under clothes isn’t enough. I pull them up and start to stroke myself, but because his voice is so quiet, he notices the sound.
When he asks what that noise is, I tell him how he can be free of those lustful thoughts, but he must be able to obey me. He says, “Yes Father,” and I instruct him to follow me to the sacristy, making sure I stay in front and he cannot yet see how hard I’ve become. I lock the door behind him, and bend him over one of the tables.
“You’re so worried about giving in to your desires that there’s only one way to keep you from indulging. You must be my whore. I can keep your needy cunt in check.” I say, starting to pull his clothes away. “Will you be my whore, or will you return to hopelessly grinding against nothing, driven to madness by even the thought of another man’s touch?”
He whines and says “I will be yours, Father, please just touch me.”
As I have him naked in front of me, bent with his legs spread, I see how wet he’d become just from remembering his sinful thoughts. “Look at this. You really do need me to keep you in line. Soaking from just thinking of cock.” He whines again, pushing his ass put further, begging me without having to say it, having to speak more sinful things.
I slide my cock in him so easily, though he’s still tight. He told me before he had fucked himself, but since he had repented, it had been a long while. All his practice comes to use. I begin to fuck him faster, grabbing his hips as I do. It would be such a shame for a needy boy like him to not be backing himself onto cock. How fortunate now that his Father can help him do so.
I remember that I keep something in here in case I need to help a penitent, and reach into a drawer nearby on the table. A little bullet vibrator sits waiting, and I grab it and turn it up all the way before shifting his hips up to put it underneath his clit. As I fuck him, his body moves back and forth on it, teasing him even further. Sometimes I stop, or pull out, and leave him with just the vibration before slamming back in all the way to hear him cry out.
With how good his cunt feels, I can only take so long before I come inside him, but I wait. My balls smack against him over and over. I keep fucking him until he comes, twitching, grabbing the edge of the table. “Such a good little whore for me.” I tell him, petting his hair. Finally I pull out, and help him stand on his wobbly legs.
“Now, since I’ve helped you, will you do something for me? You’ve gotten me so hard, don’t you think you should help fix that, hm?” Before he has the time to speak, I guide him down to his knees and put my cock in his face, now covered in his come. Like a good boy, he takes me in his mouth without a word, sucking both my cock and balls. It’s not too long after that I need to release, so I push him down on his back against the floor and shove myself in him one last time, filling him with my come.
“Good boy, such a good boy for me. So lucky that you’re mine now.”
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