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“Wh-why are you doing this?” John trembles, looking up at you with blue eyes as deep and wet as the ocean as tears pool within them. His face is alight with a deep blush, sweat covering every inch of his skin. You simply tilt your head back and laugh before staring deep into his eyes, and he averts his gaze, cowering at your dominating form.

“Because I like you. That’s all.”

“Y-y-you, ahhhhh,” he melts when you lean in to kiss his neck, nipping at his skin and trailing your puckered lips up toward his ear, where you breathe onto it with your hot, minty breath. John shudders and swallows. He would have slid down the wall he’s pinned to if you didn’t have a tight hold on him.

He whimpers when you lightly bite his earlobe before tracing the outer cartilage of his ear with your tongue. His knees are buckling, as if they’re about to give out, but you’re not going to let him collapse yet.

“You’re so cute, John,” you kiss his cheek tenderly while your thigh continues to rub against his crotch. He downright sobs at the stimulation, feeling his head grow fuzzy from the pleasure. You register the way his hips faintly stutter, like he wants to hump your leg, and the idea is just too cute to ignore.

“Go ahead, you can grind on my leg. You poor little dog.” You whisper in his ear.

He whines pathetically, turning his head away from your whispering but you only follow him to press your lips against his ear once more.

“You can be my puppy, John,” you slowly begin to slide your thigh up and down against his growing bulge, and he moans out loud, drawn and steady. “You’re already always happy to see me. And you obey all of my commands. We might as well make it official, hmm?”

While he moans, you capture his open mouth with yours and instantly plunge your tongue in to lap up his cute noises. He never stops the way he whimpers and moans, feeling your tongue caress his lewdly, coaxing it to come and play. His trembling hands grab your shoulders for leverage before he’s reciprocating the kiss, or at least trying to match your intensity but failing due to his inexperience. He swears your saliva is an aphrodisiac because feeling your spit seep into his mouth makes him whine deeply, and he jerks his hips against your thigh. He knows he should think it’s gross, but it only makes him hornier. And you know that for a fact.

“Haah… uhhhh…” he moans every time you briefly pull away to try a new tactic or to tilt your head for deeper access. You lightly bite his bottom lip and give it a quick kiss before pulling your lips away from him, bringing a strand of saliva with you. When you look back into his eyes, he’s much more dazed-looking than you thought he’d be. He gulps down all the saliva in his mouth.

“P-please…” he begs, not exactly knowing for what, but his body knows full well what it wants.

“Hmm? What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Have… have mercy. I beg you…!”

“Huh? What do you mean? You want me to stop?”

He grows quiet, then, merely panting for air. He looks to the side.

“You could tell me to stop any time, you know. In fact, you never have!” You say with glee. John looks at you in astonishment.

“What? But—“

“Yep, it’s true. Despite being a man of God, you’re just a needy little whore who wants to be dominated. You like what I’ve been doing to you, and if you didn’t, you would have told me to stop. And I would have. I still will. So, Father. If you want me to stop, say so. Right now.”

Still, he does not face you. His hands clench your shoulders tighter, shaking while he bites his lip in focus. It trembles before he hangs his head in shame.

“I… I…”

You remain silent.

“I want… you to… use me. Please.”

Shame is evident on his face, and he blushes brighter, if that were even possible. A wicked grin is stretched across your pretty face.

“See? You’re just a perverted little priest, aren’t you?”

You give him a deep kiss as your eager hands move from his waist, over his stomach and up toward his neck where his white collar is. You see him watch you from his peripheral as you teasingly trace the white piece of fabric, starkly contrasting his black uniform, and you yank it off and uncaringly toss it to the side. John gasps lightly.

Then, before he can say anything, you’re hurriedly unbuttoning his black shirt and untucking it before revealing his bare torso.

You adore how he is so natural. He’s in shape, but doesn’t have any noticeable muscle, nor is he very skinny. In fact, he does have some meat on his bones, and his stomach is soft and squishy, with perfect love handles to grab onto. You know he’s expressed some self consciousness about it before, but god damn he’s sexy.

“I love your body.” You say truthfully, watching how John nervously bites his lip. “It’s so perfect, even if you don’t think so. I just want to feel all of you. And taste all of you as well.” You eye his pink nipples, which playfully invite your mouth.

“I-I, um, thank you,” he musters, embarrassed. Ever polite, huh? “I ju— ahhh!” He gasps when you take his nipple into your mouth, and the feeling of your tongue swiping over it makes him bristle with fuzziness.

You’re… you’re actually doing this?! All he can feel is shock and hot electricity jumping through his veins.

You suckle on his nipple harshly, being sure to softly bite down on it… John moans and looks down to watch you intently… your evident enjoyment of such a thing is fascinating and downright sexy. You look so passionate… and he feels utter embarrassment. For him to be played with like a girl… both of his nipples being toyed with, one in your mouth and the other being pinched and rubbed raw… oh gosh, it’s so damn good… John’s eyes almost roll into the back of his skull while he leans his head back against the wall, panting from the stimulation. He bites down on his swollen lip in an attempt to stifle his moans…

“Let your noises out, baby,” you coo to him, sticking your tongue out to lick a long, fat stripe over his aching bud. He nearly chokes at the sensation, and yelps when you tug at the other nipple within your pinched grasp.

“Hah- ahhhhh!” His half lidded eyes can’t focus on anything, when all he can feel is bliss and dare he say, a tasteful pain he wouldn’t mind feeling more of.

Without any warning, you completely pull away from him, letting him nearly collapse onto the floor before he stumbles to catch himself. He looks at you in confusion.

“Wha…?”

He looks so betrayed, it’s hilarious.

“Come, come follow me.” You wave him to come to you. He steadily rises and stands, awkwardly fidgeting from the discomfort of his aching cock straining in his pants.

As he follows you, he sees that you’re both heading straight toward the confessional, and suddenly a sinking feeling reaches his gut. What could you possibly have in mind…?

You yank open the confessor’s door, and turn to face John. You use both arms to dramatically gesture for him to enter.

He leans his weight from one foot to the other.

“Well…?”

“Y-you want me to go in there? But, the priest goes on the other side…”

“I don’t care. Do it.”

He keeps his head low as he slips past you. He sits on the bench, shifting uncomfortably, and then he looks up at you with his bright eyes. With the door wide open, you stand outside the confessor’s booth just out of the doorway and grin down at John who feels smaller by the second.

“Pull your pants down,” you order.

Suddenly, John blanches.

“Y-you can be serious…”

“Did I stutter?”

He bites his lip before looking down at himself to unbuckle his belt, and undo his pants. He pulls them down to his knees and looks up at you expectantly, having done what you asked. However, he still has his boxer briefs on, and of course, his straining cock is rising against the grey fabric. You can even see a small wet spot, and you lick your lips salaciously.

“Underwear too.” You command.

With shaky hands, John then hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear. He gives you a final glance before he pulls them down too, hissing lightly from the relief of no constraint on his erection which springs up at attention.

It is at its peak right now, fully hard and blushing red from lack of stimulation. It faintly twitches from its throbbing, and John whimpers as he looks down at it, and you both catch sight of a bead of precum trailing down the shaft. He covers his face in mortification.

So cute.

“Wh- what now?” He asks.

“Now… you touch yourself.”

John peeks through his fingers at you before he takes a deep breath and unveils his face. His dominant hand is trembling, inching closer to his longing cock which craves release.

“Th-this is a sin…”

“Right. And you’re a sinner. That’s why you’re on the confessor’s side.

John whines deeply at that, but he firmly grips his member, sighing from the pressure before he begins to stroke himself, feeling heat stir below…

“I-I can’t be doing this… not in here. Where other p-people will… nnnh, where they’ll be…” his hand still moves up and down…

“I don’t care.”

God, you’re such a bitch.

“Yes, look how cute you are, John… my eager little puppy. You have the perfect cock, and your hand engulfs it so beautifully.”

“Mmmm, _____…!” He moans your name, tipping his head back in bliss.

“I can’t wait to take you from behind and fuck you senseless.”

He inhales a shaky gasp, and his hips stutter momentarily. His stroking is still slow, because he’s not sure if you want him to last or not. There are just waves of warmth washing over him endlessly, slowly, like the sensual caress of a lover.

“Y-you plan to sodomize me?!” He moans, hand going faster for just a brief moment.

“Yeah, that’s right. I’m going to mount you and pound you until your insides are jelly. I’ll breed you nice and hard and deep.”

“Oh god…!”

“If I could get you pregnant, I’d do it. I’d stuff you full of my seed and plug you up until it takes, and you become swollen with my baby.”

Such a blasphemous fantasy, and yet, it only makes John even hotter, makes him pant faster, makes his hand move quicker and suddenly he’s leaking more and more precum until his member is slick, and wet noises are filling the air.

“I had an idea, recently. I want to put a vibrating toy in you and keep the controller with me while you’re up at the pulpit, preaching to the masses. I'd love it if you ended up creaming your pants in front of everyone. I’d turn the settings up to the highest one and make you moan and scream for the cute little churchgoers. Could you imagine if everyone found out what you were doing?”

“N-no, please don’t, don’t do that!! They’d, unnnnhh, they’d hate me!”

“No they wouldn’t. If anything, they’d love you even more because of how cute you look when you're falling apart.”

John’s jaw drops, and he strokes himself faster, chest heaving and body writhing. He looks at you with pure desperation and pure lust in his eyes, god, he’s going crazy and he needs you to tell him what to do, needs to hear you give him permission to come.

“Oh, fuuuck! Please, _____!”

“Hm? What do you want?”

“C-come, I need to come, please!”

“Not yet. Keep going.”

What??!!

“But- but I can’t laaa- ahhh, I can’t last, much longer!”

“I said no. You can slow down a little if it makes it easier.”

He immediately slows his stroking down to a modest pace, which eases his pending orgasm slightly. He lets out a shaky breath. His free hand moves down to grab the edge of the bench, and he shyly looks up at you, his heart skipping a beat when you send him a sneaky grin.

“Yes… feels good, my little darling priest?”

“Y-yeah… ahhhh…” John leans back and humps into his fist, mewling nonstop. He closes his sapphire eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat when all he can think about is how dirty and impure this all this. Time and time again you cornered him and played with him until his mind ran away from him, and each time, he grew to love it more and more. Of course, he harbors guilt, but it has lessened over time. He had no idea that such pleasure existed, that he was an impure slut deep down. Although his Faith in God is still strong, he can’t help but slowly succumb to your seductive powers. You must be a witch, and a humorous part of him wants you burned at the stake, but you are too irresistible… Even if you don’t love him, he thinks he might stay by your side forever. As long as you want, he will be loyal.

“Yeah, ahhh, fuck, it feels so, so goooood! I want it, I want it, I want it!” He cries helplessly, looking at you with need. His shiny eyes nearly roll back when he thumbs his own slit, shallowly gyrating his hips. “I’m begging you, _____, let me—“

There are footsteps down the hall, around the corner, and you and John both freeze, sharing a shocked expression, John instantly releases his erection and fumbles to get his pants up. You snap out of it and sigh in irritation before you enter the confessor’s booth with John, closing the door to hide you both.

“Don’t you dare pull your pants up. We aren’t finished here,” you send him a dark glare and he gulps nervously before nodding.

The two of you listen in to whoever could be out there, you’re hoping that they don’t come near but John is praying for them to leave. Who in the world could even be here so late? The only possible answer could be Father Allred.

Speaking of—

“Goodness, John,” yep, that’s Allred’s voice, “that young man is so clumsy…”

You giggle softly at that, and John blushes.

Allred’s footsteps can be heard coming nearer and nearer, and suddenly, you get your evilest idea yet.

Quietly, you grin down at John and he averts his gaze. You then undo your pants then pull them down, making John blanch as you turn your back on him before sitting down on him.

“_____!” He whispers in appallment, eyes wide with fear. He jolts when you reach down and grab his cock, aligning it with your entrance, and finally, you sink down on his straining member until it’s all the way in, and John is shaking and writhing and clinging to you desperately.

Oh my god!!

You lean back until you’re pressing John into the wall, and he grabs the edge of the bench, trying to think of anything other than your tight heat squeezing his erection. He leans his head back against the wall and slumps down, trying to control his breathing. You’re not moving, thank goodness, but you are the riskiest person he’s ever come to know. Downright wicked.

Father Allred is probably on his way to the office, because he’s coming closer and closer.

This is when you lift yourself up halfway before slamming back down on John, and he wheezes, jolting forward and nearly bucking you off of him.

“Hello?” Father Allred calls out just a couple yards away, “Is anyone there?”

“I’d like to confess, father.” You call out.

“Wh-what?!” John whispers. His heart sinks, oh no, this is bad!

John can’t see the malevolent grin you have on your face.

The footsteps continue.

“Alright, my child,” Allred’s voice is full of gentle concern, and he comes closer and closer. You move so that you’re practically laying back on John, his face is buried into your hair and his nose can’t take in anything other than your scent, and goodness you smell so unbelievably good, he feels himself stiffen more if that were even possible.

Father Allred moves to enter the priest’s side of the confessional, and you move back so you can hide John from the lattice. Luckily it’s already a bit dark in the church from it being dusk, so it will be difficult to truly see through the darkness of the confessional, but still, better safe than sorry.

John nearly whimpers, his heart is seconds away from leaping out of his chest and he’s so frightened yet so turned on and he just wants to fuck you and come inside you and take you home—

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned…” you begin when you hear Allred has settled in. You lean toward the lattice to take up more of its view, and John takes this cue to shrink behind you, biting down on his tongue.

“I am listening, my child.” Father Allred says gently.

“My faith in God is strong and unyielding… and yet, I have harbored a wickedness within me that I can no longer ignore. There is a man, innocent and pure, who I have no desire but to torment until he’s lost his mind.”

“In what ways do you wish to torment him?”

“Well…” you trail off. You wiggle your hips a bit, and John nearly chokes. “It may be the ultimate sin, I feel, but… it’s purely carnal, father. I carry nothing but unbridled lust for this man, because his innocence is just too tempting. I’ve been doing my best to seduce him, to fill his head with bad thoughts, to make him want me… but at the very least, his resolve is strong and he does not accept my advances.”

John doesn’t know if you’re talking about him or another man, because he surely has been thinking about you a lot, and he’s been accepting your torture since you started it. Maybe you’re just teasing him. Or maybe, he thinks with a twinge of jealousy, that you really are talking about someone else.

“It is natural for us to admire beauty and feel attraction toward others… but when the influence of the Devil tempts us or overtakes us into acting upon our carnal desires, we lose sight of our righteousness and succumb to the embrace of evil.” Father Allred replies. “In the name of God, it is wise to simply avoid the man while you repent. You must purge the evil that roosts within the body. Let there be no sexual immorality, impurity, or greed among you. Such sins have no place among God's people.”

“Oh, yes, that is so right… I need purity…” John’s purity. “It’s the only thing that will save me… but it’s so… hard.” John’s cock, which is filling you up so nice and deep. “I just don’t know how much longer it will last. I don’t know if I can stop myself, at this point…” you shift slightly, grinding your pelvis down on John, which makes him silently sob.

His heart is racing so fast, he thinks he might faint at any moment, he might either collapse or might lose control and simply fuck you senseless until you’re screaming out for more. He cannot believe such a thing is happening right now, that he’s actually fornicating with you, in the church, in the confessional, right next to Father Allred of all people!

Dear Lord, please forgive me!

Your tight heat is almost too much for him as it clenches down on his weeping member… every bit of pressure and stimulation is only driving him further into madness. You keep on shifting and shallowly grinding down on him while talking with the other priest, and John has to bite down on the fabric of your sweater to keep himself quiet. He’s doing everything he can to stay silent and to control his breathing, and to make sure he doesn’t start fucking you because if he loses his control then you’ll both be found out and will be excommunicated, and goodness the whole community would find out what happened and he could never face the humiliation and exile!

“You must summon your faith and begin your path to redemption,” Father Allred says.

‘God, help me, let Allred be done with this and just leave!’

You slowly gyrate your hips and John accidentally lets out a small whimper. He freezes in fear when he realizes his mistake.

“…Are you alright, my dear?” Allred asks in concern.

You place your hand on John’s knee, rubbing it in a soothing motion.

“Ah, yes… I’m just… frightened for myself. I cannot help but nearly weep at my pitiful state… but I know that God will give me the strength to overcome my sickness. I will pray, I will repent, I will beg Him for forgiveness and for His mercy.”

“Good. And I will pray for you as well. Let us pray together, now.”

You press your palms together in front of your face and close your eyes, biting your lip as Allred mutters prayers for you, but you don’t care about that at all. None of it. You were just bullshitting, obviously, because who gives a crap about repentance and sinning and all of that shit when you have the cutest man under your thumb, or, specifically, under you and inside you. John’s mind is nearly extinct when all he wants is to orgasm after so long of being deprived of it. It really has been a long day of you teasing him, and of course underneath all of your wickedness is kindness and pity. You’ll let him have what he wants. As soon as Allred is out of your hair. You don’t hate the man, but you’re not going to forgive him for interrupting your play date with the cute priest who’s currently balls deep inside you, who’s on the verge of falling apart. You’re going to take care of John so good.

“—amen.”

“Amen.” You repeat after the older priest. “Thank you so much, Father. I’ll do my best. I need a few moments to myself, if that’s alright, my head is filled with heaviness and I need to mull it over.” You fake sob a couple times.

“Of course, take all the time you need. I have something to attend to in the office but I will check on you in a bit if you haven’t already left.”

“Okay, goodbye, father.”

Allred returns the farewell before he exits the confessional, and closes the door before making his way to his original destination. You and John both listen in and hear the faint sound of a door closing, signaling that the priest has gone into the office.

John wastes no time.

“_____, ple, please!” He finally releases the heavy breath he’s been holding before panting harshly from the exertion of having to hold it all in. His strong arms instantly wrap around your waist, he holds you firm against him all while laying his chin on your shoulder and burying his face into the side of your neck. He thrusts his hips up a single time, making you moan before he begins to beg. “I want to come, I need it, I’m begging you!”

“Aww, so cute. My little puppy was going crazy, wasn’t he?”

“Yes! Yes, I was, I am! You wicked thing, y-you should have more shame…!”

You rise halfway and drop down all the way on his cock which has him wheeze.

“Who’s the person of virtue here again? Oh, that’s right, it’s supposed to be you, but you’re failing miserably. Allowing yourself and loving to be tormented this way… you sick perverted whore.”

John whines at your words.

Without a word, you rise off of him completely before pulling your pants up and making yourself decent again, and when you turn around to face the young priest, you can see that he’s looking up at you in disbelief. You cross your arms and grin. John stutters in confusion.

“Wh-what? You… I thought—“

“If you thought I was going to let you fuck me, then you’re sorely mistaken. I was simply keeping my pet hard. Now finish yourself off, you nasty slut.”

“Y-yes,” John happily obeys and his hand once again wraps around his cock, he’s quick to jerk himself off, finally nearing the orgasm he’s been chasing all night. The insane amount of pressure in his belly, the hot searing pain he’s endured the entire evening is quickly coming to its climax and he’s so thankful, so happy that you’re allowing him this pleasure, and his mind is suddenly breaking when out of no where his pace gets faster and he’s getting closer to his end and he’s moaning uncontrollably and then he’s crying out!

“Aaahhhh, thank you, thank you, _____!!”

It feels like his life force is being ripped out of him when he finally comes, and his vision only sees white while thick ropes of cum spurt out of his cock all over his pants, all over his hand, and he’s fucking into his fist as he’s riding the waves of pleasure more and more, head spinning until the ripples are slowly dissipating, sinking throughout the entirety of his body which then becomes jelly. He’s shaking, finally slumping down in his seat before he’s panting for breath.

What a beautiful sight. You so badly wished you had your camera on you to take a picture of the image of the spent priest who’s covered in his own cum inside the confessional. What a scandalous image that would be to have in your palms whenever you wanted to look at it.

But there will be plenty of potential photos to take in the future of times like these.

While John is catching his breath, you giggle.

“Well, that was fun! I didn’t expect things to get that risky. I’ll have to plan for something like that in the future. Anyway, I’m going to go home, now,”

As you turn to leave, Father John stops you.

“W-wait,” he calls out. You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder. “When are you, going to s-see me again?”

Aw man, he really is like a puppy.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I’m always busy. Oh, and also…”

You smile.

“John, if you ever get in trouble because of me… tell them that the Devil made me do it.” You wink at him, and he nearly faints at your crude joke as you leave the church to head home.

In his haze, John sits up and looks down at himself. Ugh, what a mess. His body and hair are all sticky from his sweat, and his come is all over his clothes…

He has to get out of here before Father Allred gets back. Sigh. Time to go home and shower. And masturbate.

What a sinner he is…

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It’s been a couple of weeks since your last visit with John, and since then, his mind has been plagued with memories of his last encounter with you. Each and every single time he’d think about it, it led him to become captive to shameful arousal. He’s managed to fight back the urge to touch himself, time and time again while his nether regions throbbed with pure want, and his soul screamed for release… But he refused to cave in to the sinful act of masturbation. It was so tempting; though. He couldn’t help how his veins would light up with desire and how his knees trembled and his body felt weak while pictures of you drifted through his mind so often. He had to ease it somehow, but he knows that the touch of his own hands could never replicate the burning intensity of yours. Even though he knows it’s wrong, and his vow of celibacy has been broken by you with his consent, he supposes that his faith had been weakening for a while, even when he refused to acknowledge it.

You hadn’t been keeping in contact with him, and he worries here and then for you. Wonders how you’re doing, what you’re up to, if you even think of him. All you do is treat him tenderly, tease him and wrap him around your finger, playing with him until he melts into bliss, and deep down, he wants more.

More, more, more.

Joy is supposed to be derived from our relationship with God. Not through the wickedness of lust, which tarnishes one’s purity. He experiences joy while being in the palm of your hand. Not only metaphorically, though.

Oh god.

Help him.

Your voice, your smile, your sweetness… they’re always on his mind too, and he can never get enough.

Like a wistful maiden, he awaits your return.

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It’s unexpected when you show up to service out of the blue, on a warm spring Sunday. Your outfit is as modest as always, and John can’t help but smile at your outward sweetness, the way you smile kindly at everyone and make pleasant conversation with the other churchgoers. Through the crowd of the church, he watches you almost shamelessly and his heart skips a beat when you look in his direction.

Not at him directly, though. Disappointment floods him. It’s been what feels like years to him, and all he wanted was a sweet little smile from you.

In any case, when service is time to begin, he stands at the pulpit and recites prayers with everyone once they’ve sat down.

Even if you are hard to spot in the crowd, John can’t even tear himself away from the influence of your gravitational pull. His eyes seem to find you quickly, memorized words flowing through his mouth. You’re candid as you listen to him preach to the masses, your eyes trained on him with as much intensity as everyone else. That isn’t saying much.

He blinks when he realizes he’s been staring too long, and averts his gaze elsewhere amongst the crowd.

Though, again, his stare lands on you.

You have a cheeky smile on with your head tilted ever so slightly. A smolder is written all over your expression as your hand slowly rises up to your face. John watches you make a v sign over your mouth… and you stick your tongue out through your two fingers, flicking it slowly, deeply at him, your eyes are burning up his soul.

Dear Lord in Heaven—

He suddenly feels his face bloom with heat and his thighs clench together. The rush of arousal simmers in his belly and he chokes on his words.

Oh my god.

He clears his throat and verbally excuses himself to everyone. For the rest of the session, he avoids looking in your direction.

It feels like it drags on forever. And finally, with a hasty conclusion, he bids everyone a farewell and everyone rises from their seats to head out. You as well.

But you don’t leave quite yet.

Alone at last.

John sighs to himself. His heart hammers within his chest as he keeps his stare directed at the ground as you make your way to him once the church is empty, save for you two. You walk up toward the pulpit with a confident stride, emitting a powerful pride that overshadows the holiness of this church.

Sinner…

“Hey, Father Ward.” You wave cheerfully at him.

“H-hello, _____.”

Flashes of last time run through his mind, and his knees tremble beneath him. He can’t allow such riskiness to take place in the church again. He already got chastised by Father Allred for leaving his clerical collar behind “carelessly”, and he really doesn’t want either of you to get in trouble. He nearly had a heart attack when Father Allred requested to have a talk with him, and John really had thought the cat was in the bag.

“Aw. My cute puppy isn’t looking me in the eye, how adorable. I know that dogs avoid eye contact because they signal they’re the submissive one. Is that why you’re not looking at me?” You say, crossing your arms over your chest and laughing softly.

“I’m sorry,” he sighs and lets the tension leave his body. His blue eyes land on you, and he smiles. “It’s just been a while, hasn’t it? You look in good spirits though. I’m glad.”

“Well of course. It’s because I got to see you today.”

He blushes, caught off guard by such a candid statement, and his heart flutters gently.

“I… yes. I’m happy to see you too.”

“Oh, are you?”

You move in closer to him. Your hand reaches down to land on his rear, cupping his ass through his slacks and he whimpers, hunched forward over the pulpit as he grips its edges to stabilize himself. You squeeze it tenderly and it has him gasping.

“Wait, not here…” he begs, squeezing his eyes shut and fully aware of the warmth reaching his crotch.

You lightly spank him and giggle when he gasps.

That sent a multitude of tingles up his spine.

“Okay. Then where?”

Before he speaks, though, he stops himself.

Does he… does he dare invite you back to his place? To his personal sanctuary? Does he have the intention of fully sleeping with you?

He isn’t even married to you, how could he even think of such a thing?!

“My apartment. I can give you the address…” he says breathlessly, peering at you with his deep blue eyes.

You smile happily.

“Great. I actually have to stop by my place and do something. It might take around an hour, but I can meet you at your apartment as soon as I can…?” You reach up and pet his hair gently, feeling his soft tresses under your fingertips. He leans into your touch, nodding.

“Yes, that works… let me write the address down for you…” he says in that gentle voice of his.

Once you leave the church, John lingers a moment to think things through. He’s relieved that you’ve been alright, and that you’re doing well.

And he’s happy that you’re giving him attention yet again. It gives him the boost he needs to feel in high spirits, and finally, he makes his way home.

The drive is quick, thankfully. As soon as he enters his apartment, he automatically goes to freshen up, wanting to be his best for you. A quick shower, a clean, casual outfit, and maybe some of his favorite cologne—

Goodness… he’s trying so hard just to impress you. You’ve got him in deep, that’s for sure.

John lays on his couch, putting on the Television, but he can’t focus on what’s on TV since his eyes keep darting to the clock on the wall.

Waiting for you…

Time passes slowly…

His buzzing nerves beg to be sated. It’s when he finally has a lit cigarette in his mouth that he hears knocking on his front door, and he rushes to greet you.

He opens the door and finds you standing there, wearing the same outfit you had on this morning. You have on a backpack at the moment as well, but that’s the least of his concern.

“Hey, sorry I took so long, I almost fell asleep, whoops.” You say with a crooked grin.

He steps aside to let you in, and you brush past him nonchalantly as you kick your shoes off.

“It’s fine.” He closes the door and takes a drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke out away from you.

He follows you as you look around his apartment. It’s very cute and homey, with some personal touches here and there including pictures of family and friends, you assume, and some modest-looking decorations here and there.

When you reach the living room, you see the TV playing what you think is some kind of romance film. But of course, you don’t care about that.

You shrug off your backpack and set it on the floor before sitting on the couch, leaning back and getting comfortable as if you’re the one who owns this place. A light sigh leaves you, as you tip your head back, resting on the couch.

John’s eyes are set on you. His gaze is intense, committing every detail of you to memory. You look so cute when candid.

When you turn your head to look at him, he blushes and clears his throat, averting his gaze.

“Hey, why are you just standing there, hun? Come sit next to me,” you pat the cushion next to you and John complies, moving over to sit beside you.

…giving you considerate personal space.

“Oh no, baby, come here,” hehe, he’s so shy it’s adorable.

John shifts lightly before he shimmies closer to you until his thigh is touching yours. This is when you lay your head on his arm, resting comfortably and it makes him jolt in surprise. You throw your arm over his midsection, cuddling him close so he doesn’t escape you.

If only you could feel how fast his heart is beating right now. Good god, he feels like a teenager all over again, bringing his crush over to his home, which makes his mind fall apart the closer he is to you. His hand trembles as he brings it up to his mouth where he takes a deep drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from you.

“John, I didn’t know you smoke,” you turn up at him, smiling sweetly. He looks down at you and nearly has a heart attack from your cute expression.

“I started a couple years ago. I know I should quit, but I never do.” He smiles weakly. Smoking is a terrible habit he’s tried to break time and time again, but he never could tear himself away from it.

“Yeah, totally bad for you. But I love when a man smokes. It’s really sexy.” You tell him truthfully, rubbing his stomach through his shirt.

He’s not sure what to say, so he remains silent, blushing lightly…

Damn. His ashtray is on the coffee table but he doesn’t want to move. He likes you laying on him, cuddling him close. You smell so good, and you’re so warm…

“So, tell me, how have you been, John?”

“Hm? Oh, well. I’ve been fine. Just the same thing as usual, leading service at the church, visiting people in need, raising money for charities… I’ve picked up a couple of new novels to read, and I like most of them so far. Aside from that, everything is lovely. How about you?”

“Well, I’ve been pretty busy. I went out of town to visit family, and my cousin got married so we all attended her wedding. Work has been more demanding so I’ve been coming straight home and lounging about. Hmm, let’s see… I’ve been binge watching funny movies too… and yeah. That’s pretty much it!” You gleam at him.

Ah, that’s good, then. You’ve been living life just fine. John is happy about that.

“But of course, I missed my favorite man,” your fingers dance along the hem of his shirt before slipping under the fabric, and you trail your hand over his soft tummy, rubbing it gently. John swallows and watches in silence, with heat pooling in his belly.

“Oh? And who’s your favorite man, again?” John smirks, but a snippet of your confession to Allred is present in his mind. The part where you said there was a man you loved to torment— you never specified who it was… it has weighed in his mind for days.

He tried to not feel jealous over it, as silly as it is.

Your hand goes higher and higher, up over John’s sternum, to his chest. Then you pat him gently.

“It’s you, silly.”

John blushes and looks away.

“Me…?”

“Yes. I wouldn’t lie about that.”

It’s true. He really is your favorite. And you always want him to know that.

His heart is racing right under your warm palm.

“You okay?” You ask.

He nods.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to freak you out.”

John inhales a shuddery breath.

“I’m fine… I’m just…”

“Oh, I think I might know. It’s been a while since I’ve last seen you. You’re getting excited, huh? You want me to play with you?”

Well, it’s not exactly arousal that’s got him worked up— but he can’t speak the truth. He can only nod, a visible blush creeping up his neck onto his pretty face. You chuckle at his shyness.

“Don’t worry, sweet angel, I’ll take care of you. Finish that cigarette first.”

Angel. You called him an angel…

You completely pull away from him just to grab the ashtray sitting on the coffee table in front of you, before handing it to John. He takes it and you mindlessly watch the movie on the TV, laying back on the couch once more.

He takes his time with it. The nicotine, he realizes in disappointment, does nothing to soothe his buzzing nerves.

Why is he feeling so restless? Damn it, just calm down already!

The cigarette has gone down almost to its filter. With that, John deposits it into the ash tray to be disposed of later. He leans forward to set the tray down on the coffee table before sitting back to wrap his arm around you, pulling you in closer.

Your smile widens, then. You can only snuggle into him more as you nuzzle him affectionately, letting your feelings take over.

He really is cute.

“John… you’re so sweet.” Your voice comes out in a honeyed whisper. Hearing that come from you… makes him swoon internally. “My cute little brunette. Are you mine, John?”

He looks down at you while captive in both your caress and your words.

“Yes,” he nods, honesty is pure in him right now while he thinks about how cute you are, how lovely you treat him when you’re not helping him succumb to his lust. “I’m yours. Whenever you want.”

“Good. Because I want you right now.”

“Y-yes,” he swallows.

He’s caught off guard when suddenly, you’re scrambling to straddle his waist before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. He makes a muffled noise before melting in your caress. This is when his excitement spikes.

You taste so sweet… you feel so gentle… your hands softly tug on his hair, which has him purring in delight. His hands grab your waist before they trail up and down your back with a sensual touch that has you sighing pleasantly.

You make the move to slide your tongue into John’s mouth, but he beats you to it when his appendage is entering your mouth before licking into it shallowly, as if he’s taking a cautious step into the unknown. He’s both eager and hesitant, how cute.

As you both melt into the kiss, your hands leave his hair before they’re gliding down over his shoulders to his chest where you rub tenderly… and when you cup his pecs, he’s none the wiser.

His tongue licks against yours faintly before swirling around it, a deep, sensual motion that catches you off guard. He ends up rubbing the sensitive spots on your sides which makes you yelp and giggle in surprise. Ticklish! John laughs against your lips but otherwise keeps kissing you, falling deeper into it. Oh man. You’ve rarely kissed him before but it seems like he’s been gaining some confidence. Good for him!

It excites you more than you thought it would.

“Mmm, _____…” your name sounds so nice coming from him.

Your fingers trace along his chest through the thin material of his shirt, in search of his most sensitive areas— and when your index fingers both find what they’re looking for, you gently tease his nipples, lightly rubbing them and it has him jolting under you.

“Ahh-“ he nearly squeals, but you cut him off when you slam your lips on his yet again.

His face grows warm… he can’t believe he made such an embarrassing sound, almost like a girl… it happens sometimes with you, but still— he feels so vulnerable at times like this, always hyper aware of everything he does before he becomes hypnotized by your bewitching powers.

When you start lightly pinching his nipples through his shirt, he whimpers into your mouth. You pull away and smirk at the pleading expression present on his handsome face.

“Ohhh…” the light chafing of his shirt sends tingles up his spine. He bucks up into you, feeling how he hardens more within his pants. “Oh, please,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

He’s so adorable when he begs.

Instead of speaking, you lift his shirt up to reveal his chest, and you grab hold of his nipples between your index fingers and thumbs and pinch them harshly.

“Ahh!” His hips thrust up against you out of reflex.

“I love how sensitive these are. So cute~” your voice is sweet and gentle. “I just want to play with them and lick them and torture them softly. Such cute little things,” you adjust your position and are able to take one of his buds into your mouth, sucking on it fervently. John can only hug you closer and lean back against the couch as arousal courses through his veins and brings his aching cock to life.

“Mmm… feels so good,” he pants, rubbing your back. You drag your tongue over the bud before nibbling softly, rolling it gently between your teeth. “_____!” He whines your name with his bottom lip trembling.

You pull away from that bud to use your tongue on the other one, repeating the same actions as before. At this point, John is huffing and squirming under you, unable to sit still as his cock begs for attention down below.

When you feel it poking your nether regions, you giggle. So cute! You sit up to look at John, your mouth takes a strand of saliva from his nipple before breaking off.

“Sweet little angel. So hard already. I barely did anything to you. Do you like me that much?”

All he can do is nod bashfully.

What a hopeless little thing.

“Aw. I like you too. But you knew that already.” You lay a soft kiss on his forehead which makes him sigh pleasantly. “Alright, baby. We’re gonna play a game.”

“O-Okay… what did you have in mind?”

A mischievous little grin makes its way on your face.

“It’s called… ‘make the sexy priest scream.’”

Ohh. Now if that doesn’t get his stomach fluttering, he doesn’t know what will.

John can only gulp, faintly registering how you take hold of his wrists.. then you pin them above his head on the headrest of the couch. There’s a brief flash of astonishment that crosses his features.

“Keep ‘em there. No touching, okay?”

“Okay,”

You hold his shoulders and begin to grind down on him, watching his face relax into a look of pleasure. He moans, basking in the pleasant rush of endorphins rushing through his body. His little sighs are so sweet, he looks so beautiful like this and this sight belongs to you and you only.

You angle your hips so that your own arousal can get in on the action, feeling his clothed cock rub against your nether regions. You gyrate your hips down harder on him, listening to the way he groans deeply, a masculine sound that has your heart skipping a beat.

“Oooh, yes, look at you. So pretty,” you say, moving just a bit faster. John can’t help but start his own movement, humping against you almost desperately.

“A-Am I?”

“Mmm… yes. So, so pretty…”

His heart skips a beat.

With his hands clenching and unclenching, he stares at your face, watching how pleasure is knitted in every little detail. His gaze flicks down to your lips, which are parted ever so slightly, and he licks his own, tentatively…

“Fuck, _____.” He wheezes when you grind down particularly hard.

He— he just cursed… he can’t believe such a thing. Did that really come from him?

He knows he should feel ashamed, but the lewdness of this all is too great for him to truly care.

“Good boy, so good,” your head tips back and your eyes shut while you bask in the pleasure… “Oh, you’re such a perfect man,”

Hearing that sets off something primal in John, something that makes him act without thinking.

You feel strong hands grip your waist tightly before you’re forcefully being ground down onto him, and when you open your eyes, John is staring at you intently before he’s grinding wildly into you. Your moans come out louder, electricity is jumping up your spine— but he disobeyed you. You won’t tolerate that.

You raise your hand and slap him across his face— and he lets out a downright pornographic noise before stopping his movement.

You both look at each other. A cross of shock and shame come over his features as he briefly ponders what just happened. That stinging on his cheek— your dominant disposition, your angry expression. The way you hit him, how he instantly moaned instead of reeling back from your hand. More heat surged through his crotch the moment you slapped him.

No way— did he— did he actually enjoy that?

He looks at you. Biting his lip.

Yes, he did.

“Wow. Would you look at that… Father John Ward likes being slapped, doesn’t he?”

His blue eyes grow wide. A grin stretches over your face.

“I, I…”

Caught red handed. But he cannot bear to reveal such a perverted notion.

“Did you disobey me on purpose so I would do that?”

“No! I swear! I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help it—“ he sounds so pathetic then, as he nearly falls apart under you to keep his image as pure as he can. “Please don’t be mad, I didn’t mean to!” He releases your waist.

“_____, forgive me, I—“

SMACK!

You slap him once more, and he gasps pleasantly. A whimper escapes him and he blushes.

“Masochist. You’re a pervert. You liked being slapped.” You tease him.

“N-no! That’s not true!”

SMACK!

John shuts his eyes and moans deeply, feeling his cock surge with more heat. His poor cheek is red and engorged with warmth. Suddenly, you snatch up his hair harshly and it has him yelping like a dog.

“You lying little slut. You better tell me the truth. Lying is one of the worst sins, isn’t it?” You say with venom in your voice.

A look of defeat crosses his features. Whup, busted.

“Yes! I liked it!” He whines, grinding into your crotch. “Please! Do it again, please!”

SMACK! You slap him while holding his hair tightly.

“Ohhhh!” His bottom lip trembles as he looks into your eyes. “Oh goodness, I’m so, so hard!” He whimpers.

SMACK!

“Hhhnnnn— god!”

“You’ve been a pervert deep down all along, haven’t you, you little pain slut?”

SMACK!

“I-I don’t know,” he utters pathetically. “Please… I’m so close…”

“Close to coming already? How typical. But you are a priest, so getting worked up so easily is a given. If that’s the case, then let’s move on to the next part, hm, pretty boy?”

He smiles at the pet name and nods eagerly, sitting up to look at you. He watches as you climb off of him and pick up your backpack, and you gesture for him to stand up.

“Bedroom. Now.”

He leaps up to his feet and leads you to his room. Once you both enter, you instantly spot the large golden cross hanging over his bed. He makes his way over and grabs it off the wall before hiding it away in his nightstand drawer.

You have half a mind to tease him about it. But it means a lot to him, so you won’t say anything.

You close the bedroom door, sealing you both in together.

When John looks at you expectantly, like a dog, you smirk.

“Undo your pants. Pull them down and lie stomach-down on your bed.”

John gulps and does as he’s told. He undoes his jeans and pulls them down to his knees. He hesitates a moment when he looks down at himself, a prominent tent in his boxer briefs with a wet spot easily visible.

“Oh my gosh,” he huffs and climbs onto the bed, settling on his stomach. He rests his head on his fluffy pillows and lets his arms rest by his sides.

The anticipation makes him squirm. He can’t see you as you shuffle around, coming closer to him.

You set your backpack on the floor, beside the bed before climbing onto the mattress. Your eyes hungrily trail over his vulnerable body, and lands on his ass which looks so tempting even in his tight underwear.

Wow. It’s actually kind of big.

You smack it without thinking and watch how it jiggles. John yelps at the contact and blushes. Your desire is spiking considerably from the sexy display and You hurriedly yank his underwear down to reveal his plump ass, pulling the fabric to his knees where his jeans are pooled around them.

“Can’t believe you were hiding this from me the whole time,” you say, gripping handfuls of both his asscheeks. He jolts and grabs the comforter in surprise. “A round, perfect ass just begging to be spanked.”

You slap it harshly and revel in John’s sudden cry. He sobs and grinds his hard cock into the comforter.

“_____!” He cries helplessly.

“I can’t wait to see it red. You want it, baby?”

“Yes please—“ he instantly replies.

“Say no more.”

You then land several hits on each of his asscheeks, and he cries out, flinching harshly. You keep going and positively revel in his sweet moans and sobs, in the way his plump rear jiggles at each impact until his ass is a bright red. Your palms are stinging ever so slightly but you ignore it easily to observe your work.

A sweet cherry red. How delightfully sexy.

You grab both of his cheeks and squeeze them, which has John gasp pleasantly.

“You did good! Good boy!”

“Thank you…” he says shyly before burying his face into the pillow. Gosh, he can’t believe he’s actually getting horny from all of this, he never ever would have imagined he’d be into this sort of thing. Him, a masochist!

Well, he supposes it was true from the beginning when you first started toying with him. You were always so mean to him during these more intimate times but it excited him to no end. It still does.

“Okay… now for this next part, I wanna try something I’m sure you’ve never experienced.” You say.

“What is it?” John asks softly. A million things run through his mind— he hasn’t experienced 90% of what you’ve done with him before you came into his life! He knows that you must have a plethora of perverted ideas in that filthy mind of yours.

“Well… you can say no to my request, of course… but I noticed you’re all squeaky clean. You got all freshened up, didn’t you?” You smile at him even if he can’t see it.

“Ah, yes..”

“Your hair is all soft and shiny. And you smell so good… so with this, I just wanted to know if I could maybe eat you out?”

He pauses to let your words sink in.

“Huh? But, I don’t have a va—“

“Honey. You don’t need a pussy to be eaten out.” Your matter of fact tone has him pausing, taking a moment to register your words.

Wait. Do you mean—

“What! B-but, that’s so embarrassing!” He squeezes his eyes shut but can’t control the shiver that runs down his spine. “Do you really want to?” He stares off at nothing, blushing heavily.

“Of course. A lot of men like rimming! I want to see and hear your reactions. So, what do you say?”

A brief recollection of his previous encounter with you makes him pause. When you… licked and sucked his nipples, you seemed so passionate about it with that sweet little expression on your face. To picture you claiming his hole with your mouth has him whimpering pathetically.

“Uhm… I… Yes.”

“Yay! Perfect.” You move in between his legs, scooting back on your knees before you place your palms on his butt. Playfully, you grab the cheeks and jiggle them a little, making John huff in lighthearted irritation. You giggle at that.

“Spread yourself.” A simple command he will obey.

And obey, he does. With humiliation, of course. God, this is so embarrassing… for someone to see him, in that place— to put their mouth there?! How perverted…

John reaches back shakily, and spreads himself for you. His pink, puckered hole is revealed to you, twitching for just a split second as John tenses up from his embarrassment.

“Oh man, so cute. You look tight.” You place your hands on his for leverage as you lean down to begin. A brief kiss is laid on his thigh before you move up to reach your destination.

John sucks in a breath— the anticipation is already killing him. But when he feels something hot and wet drip over his hole, he gasps at the sensation. Oh god, you’re actually spitting on him there— he’s too slow to react to it before you plant your tongue on his puckered hole.

“Ahh!”

A hard, slow lick that has him shivering. He feels it once more, this time with a deeper pressure and a slower pace, your tongue dragging over his orifice with a small chuckle leaving you. John whimpers cutely.

“You okay?” You ask him.

“Y-yes. It just— it's strange! The feeling. I’ve never— this—“

“It’s okay. I get it. Let me know if you want to stop. Should I continue?”

“Yeah, go ahead…”

Well, time to turn it up a notch.

You lean back down to press a deep kiss onto his entrance, and he whines beautifully— he must be mortified right now. You can only imagine how red his face must be, how hard his cock is… he must be questioning everything right now. He’s already learned a lot about himself since meeting you, things he never knew he liked. Has he always been a gross little creep? Or did you turn him into a pervert?

Oh well!

“Hhfff, god,” he sighs. “That feels… nice…”

It will get better.

With your hands still over his, you let your thumbs rub soft circles on his skin. Then you let the tip of your tongue prod against his hole, pushing against it in a threat to dive in. John instantly jolts and squeals in surprise.

“Th-that’s…!”

You flick your tongue against it before licking long, hard circles around it, making John slump back down and melt from your attention.

As you keep up your varying technique, you notice he’s starting to get into it. Like really get into it. He’s become all shivery and panting and squirmy. It’s just so cute.

“Nnnnhh, hah… it feels… feels good.” He says, biting his lip.

“Pffff, Father John Ward likes getting his asshole licked, hahaha, so perverted!” You tease him like a child, pinching his butt. He squeaks and rolls his eyes playfully, out of your sight.

“You really do like to tease me, huh?”

“Of course I do. Especially cuz you like it. Don’t you?” You then assault his hole with fast, hard licks and it sends him reeling in both embarrassment and arousal. His mind has already been spiraling but you’re pushing him to insanity more and more!!

“Oh god, _____!” He cries, nuzzling the pillow. “Oh, please, I can’t take it anymore…!”

“You’re my precious man… my cute little puppy,” your slurping noises fill his ears and makes his heart stammer from the lewdness of it all. “My sexy slut. I love making you fall apart, you’re so cute!”

You spank him hard.

“_____, aaaaahhh…!”

You go back to eating him out like someone starved. His entrance is completely soaked with your saliva, the ring of muscle twitching and clenching down on nothing. You lay a hard kiss on it, savoring the way John whimpers pathetically, and when you grind your puckered lips down on it, he squeals so cutely that it makes you dizzy.

“Hnnnn— pleeeaase…“ John is panting and writhing around, squeezing his ass under his palms.

John makes a supremely pornographic noise. His shudders wrack through his body and he nearly cries from his embarrassment. Good lord, him, a priest falling apart at the hands of someone other than God, specifically a non-believer such as yourself… it’s nothing but blasphemy that he’s not sure he will forgive himself for.

But it feels so fucking good. And he wants more.

And more.

And more.

And who are you to deny your favorite sexy priest?

You plant your mouth on his asshole yet again, this time trying to take it within your mouth as you hollow your cheeks out to suck roughly on his puckered entrance. He nearly shrieks at the sensation with tingles shooting all throughout his body. His hips have a mind of their own when they grind down on the mattress he’s laying on, so he can rub his throbbing cock on the bed. It’s aching for proper attention, proper love… it’s already hot and dripping with precum that stains his bedsheets.

He just needs to be filled. To be fucked.

“So good, so good— yes please give it to me, I need it!” He cries into the air, thrusting back against your face. “P-please fuck me, please!!”

“Baby, of course I will.” You place your hands over his own and squeeze them tenderly. “My slutty little priest boy… such a needy whore you are. You’re a pathetic little slut, aren’t you?” You suck on his entrance before licking a hard, fat stripe over its surface.

Oh god, your words are turning him on so badly, he’s losing his mind! But he’s so embarrassed. This is shameful. He wouldn’t dare disobey you, though.

“Y-yes, I’m…” this is so humiliating. “I’m a needy whore, a … a pathetic little slut! F-fuck me… please?”

He’s falling apart so quickly and he wouldn’t have it any other way!

“Yes… I’m gonna fuck your tight ass as hard as I want… I’m gonna fucking wreck you and make you beg for more… you’re going to be my filthy little slut, aren’t you?”

John whimpers and sobs, with tears springing into his eyes. The feeling of his face heating up and his throat getting tight is unmistakable. You just keep on teasing him without letting up, it’s so unfair!

The degradation is delicious.

“Say it.”

A command that should not be disobeyed. But he would never.

His heart ripples with bliss.

“Y-Yes… I will be. I am…” he bites his lip, feeling his face pulse with a flush.

“No. The whole thing.” Your tongue pushes forward and almost enters his hole. John squeals and tries to refrain from kicking his legs out, but with this energy not being released properly, he whimpers and sobs pitifully.

Give in, John.

“I-I’m your.. I’m your f-filthy little slut…!” saying that out loud made him tingle with shame.

God hates you.

John loves you.

“Gooood boy… very good…” your voice is a veil of hushed heat that drapes over him, making him warm and fuzzy. “Sweet thing… all mine…”

“Yes, mmmm, I’m yours!”

Your tongue traces circles over his hole.

“Oh _____, please fuck me already, please!” A long mewl leaves his lips. “Sodomize me, oh my god, I beg you!”

Ah, well he begs so beautifully. Time to move onto the next step, then!

“Okay I will, don’t worry. My sweet little angel… all you’re good for is being my plaything… a toy that I’ll use over and over until your mind is broken and all you can think about is servicing me and making me happy.”

He ponders that for a few moments. What a… tantalizing thought.

He is a lecherous creep.

You sit up on your knees to move toward the edge of the bed, reaching out for your backpack to grab something out of it. You snatch up the flavored lube from inside of it and sit back up behind him.. In silence, you observe John as he trembles visibly, how his body heaves from his panting, how he writhes around with his plump ass taking up all of your attention.

You pour some of the lube over his needy hole and John gasps as it slips down the crevice between his cheeks. His taint is immediately slick with its residue as it runs down over his sac and onto the bed.

“Mmmmff!” His little moan is so cute.

Your first two digits start rubbing in the messy concoction of saliva and lube, and before you know it, your fingers are slipping inside of him with ease as if his entrance is hungrily sucking you in. A devious laugh escapes you the same time John gasps harshly.

“Wow, such an eager hole. It just swallowed my fingers in,” you push them in deeper, focusing intently on the way John squeals from the sensation. “Do you play with yourself sometimes?”

The shame eats at him. He doesn’t want to lie, but he just can’t say it. His silence speaks volumes though. He may not have masturbated in the traditional sense, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t explore different tactics to feel pleasure.

“You’re so obvious… Jeez. What do you think about when you do it…?” You sloooowwwllly start pumping your digits inside of him, in and out, in and out in a steady rhythm. Your hazy eyes are trained on the way his ring of muscles drag along with your movement.

But John’s mind is racing. His eyes are already rolling back into his skull, his mouth hangs open as he pants harshly, melting at the realization that someone’s sticking their fingers inside of him: and they’re YOUR fingers inside of him. It’s so filthy and perverted and his stomach ignites with fiery arousal.

“This, haaah, is so, so lewd…!” John whimpers and forces his eyes shut, squeezing his ass cheeks under his sweaty palms. Speaking of, his whole body seems to be getting slick with perspiration.

SMACK!

“Ahh!”

You— you just spanked him?!

“I asked you what you think about when you play with yourself. Tell me now.” Your voice grows stern.

He always loves when you boss him around.

“I- I-I- hhhhh!”

When you feel John clamp down on you, you sigh. This is when you begin to thrust your fingers in and out violently without a sliver of mercy, and at this, the priest practically screams at the intensity.

“Answer me,” you slam your palm down on the bottom part of his asscheek, making him whine.

“Y-you! I think about you!” Embarrassment tears at him inside and out. Pitiful tears greet the pillow.

You keep up with the harsh pace, pleasuring him nice and fast and deep all while you watch him shake and squirm. He’s so cute, it’s insane.

“Not specific enough.”

“Nnnnhhh… Please! I… I think about…” He inhales a deep breath, then exhales his anxiety away when you slow your pace down and instead push your fingers in deeper. His brain can actually think, now. Though the thrumming in his pelvis is still present. “S-sometimes… it’s enough just thinking about… you yourself… you— ohhh… always look so… cute when you’re, you’re at service… and- I… Hhfff! Always want to kiss you… and hold you…”

His heart races faster when he finds himself at the doorstep of a confession. A romantic one. But… is it even romance he feels with you? Can that really be born from sexual encounters like this? Or is he simply just wrapped around your finger, always at your beck and call?

Maybe he can figure that out when his mind is clear.

“Hmmm… good enough,” you clear your throat. “What’s on your mind now?”

“Ohh… I just want you to take me,” he groans softly.

“Mhm.” You thrust your fingers deeper and harder into him, causing him to gasp loudly. When his voice becomes muffled, you know he’s biting down on the pillow, and the thought makes you smirk. “I can’t wait to be inside you, babe.” You say to him.”

“Ahhh, yes… please…”

Your pace increases, you pour more lube over his hole around your fingers and the squelching noises become louder, making you both hotter with arousal.

“Ohhhh, mmmmm… fuck…” he moans quietly.

Your eyes are trained on what your fingers are doing until you notice John peer over his shoulder to look at you. You nearly choke. His expression is pure desperation, admiration, lust— it looks so beautiful on him, your sweet boy, with dark blue eyes that water with pure need as they beg you to love on him.

“Please. I’m ready for you.” He whispers.

“Aw, cute. Okay. But first, you’ve gotta suck me off. How’s that sound?”

John moans, nodding his head.

Good boy.

You retract your fingers from him and gesture for him to sit up, and he does so eagerly. When he turns to face you, he does his best to ignore how his cock bounces in the air, flushed red and dripping with precome.

“Look at that pretty cock,” you whistle, looking at it hungrily. John bites his lip to stifle a pathetic whine, feeling his stomach flip pleasantly. The compliment feeds what little ego he has— something that rarely happens. It’s not like John is a terribly confident man— he’s done his best to have an amount of pride that was acceptable for a man of God— but John is human after all. He knows his body isn’t like that of an athlete’s… he’s thick all over with a soft stomach and an average amount of body hair. It’s not like he has anyone to impress, by getting a muscled physique or a hairless look.

“And you’ve got the perfect body. Have I mentioned that before?” You smirk at him knowingly. When John remains kneeled on the bed, looking down in silence, your smile turns into a pitying frown.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” You shuffle over to him and reach out to caress his cheek. He leans into your touch but avoids your gaze.

“I… well, I’m not that impressive…” he says quietly, suddenly lowering his head.

“What! Don’t say that. I think you’re perfect just the way you are. I really mean that. I just want to kiss every inch of your skin and make you feel like the sweet angel you’ve always been, John.” Your thumb swipes over his cheek and he looks up at you through his lashes.

Pretty ocean eyes… how sweet.

“You might not look like those cut and paste generic models or whatever, but you’re perfect because you’re you. But I don’t like you because of only your looks. Understand? I want you to work on loving yourself more, okay?”

A small smile graces John’s lips. His bashful expression is so adorable, so sweet… you can’t resist him.

“With that said, do you mind taking off the rest of your clothes? You don’t have to, but I haven’t yet loved on you without your pesky clothes in the way.” You tickle him under his chin and he smiles cutely.

He’s still self-conscious showing himself off to you. You’re so attractive, and he has no idea why you decided to lovingly torment him in such hypnotizing ways. You could have anyone you want, and yet, you chose to play with him of all people. A priest. A plain, boring, pious priest with a boring past and a boring personality. Not to mention the mental illnesses he has…

Beside from your teasing while engaging in sexual activity with him, everything you’ve said to him has been sweet and affable, making it easy for him to get lost in spending time with you. He really does like you. He trusts you.

“As you wish, _____.”

John begins to strip carefully, peering at you while you admire him in interest. Your gaze, like a hungry wolf ready to feast, makes him bite his lip in embarrassment.

Once John's clothes are off, he haphazardly folds them and sets them down on the floor before turning back to you, kneeling before your eyes.

With him naked, you finally get to see what he looks like under all those clothes. Sure, you’ve licked his cute nipples after practically ripping his priest shirt open, and of course you’ve seen his member, but taking in the sight of your sweet man all nude for your eyes only is something else entirely.

There’s an innocent aura to him that somewhat betrays his masculine body, but it’s perfect on him.

Absolutely perfect.

His poor cock pulses with need, dripping more precome. With thighs clenching together, he stares down at himself and whimpers.

He just wants you to fuck him already.

“So cute. You’re all embarrassed. And sexy.”

“Thank you, _____.”

“Of course. Now close your eyes for me, John.”

He closes his eyes and inhales a breath. While he isn’t looking, you’re getting yourself ready so you can stuff yourself down his throat. You strip down to nothing but your unbuttoned dress shirt and your cute kneesocks. And of course, your dick is fully ready to go.

With the member protruding from between your thighs, you pour the flavored lube all over it and watch as it drips down the shaft. Then, you wrap your hand around your length to slather it with the liquid you hope John will find tasty…

When he hears slick noises in front of him, a quiet whimper escapes him and he squirms on the bed.

“Open your eyes, babydoll,” you tell him in a coquettish tone.

John opens his eyes to see you staring at him hungrily, pumping your member salaciously while those wet noises fill the air. His breath hitches. His cock suddenly feels hotter. To be looked at with such burning, intense desire makes his heart beat in a way it hasn’t before. Not only that, but seeing you scantily clad like this— his fantasies didn’t even come close to the beauty of the real thing.

“This is for you, pretty boy. Come put your mouth on me.” You wink at him.

He immediately crawls forward to your kneeling form, looking up at you with admiration sparkling in his eyes. Though, when he looks down at your cock, he suddenly grows apprehensive.

“_____, I’ve never… done this.”

“Aww, I know. You don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just thought it would be hot. Don’t force yourself to do stuff you don’t want to, okay?” Your tender petting of his hair soothes him deeply.

He thinks it over for a moment.

He’s way too horny to care about anything.

John leans forward to wrap his lips around the head of your cock, being mindful of his teeth as he slowly lowers his head, taking more of you into his mouth. For now, he can only go down about halfway before it gets physically uncomfortable.

The taste of cherries on his tongue is a pleasant surprise though! It’s actually pretty good. It helps him work up the courage to finally begin sucking you off as he pictures a popsicle briefly. He begins to bob his head up and down, shutting his eyes while his mind drifts away, letting him do what “feels” right. He’s never given a “blowjob” before, and has no idea what to do, but as long as you’re happy, that’s what matters.

“Mm… mmmm…” his quiet little moans can’t evade your ears.

“Aw, look at you… so pretty with my dick in your mouth…” you thread your fingers through his soft brown hair and tighten your grip ever so slightly. “Are you my pretty boy?”

He opens his eyes and looks up at you through his lashes, nodding faintly.

“Mmhmm!”

“Yes, that’s right… my pretty boy… my sweet whore…”

You grip his hair tighter and force him down just a tad more, and he gags ever so slightly.

“Faster.” You order him.

He moves his head up and down at a quicker pace while he slurps down your cock as far as he can go. He swirls his tongue around the base, then wraps a hand around the lower part of the shaft, pumping it in time with his head movement. All the while, his little moans rile you up more and more.

“You enjoying this?” You ask, biting your lip. John nods again, taking you further into his mouth. The noises he’s making are downright pornographic as he moans and gags faintly every time he moves down. His warm hands find their way to your thighs where he holds for leverage while he does his best to suck the life out of your cock.

He wants you to feel good too. He wants to make you proud and make sure you look at him and only him like this, like he’s the only man in the world.

When he feels a hand on his head and fingers threading through his soft hair, he whimpers. How is it that everything you say and do to him feels heavenly? It sends heat straight to his heart and his cock. Speaking of, he’s throbbing so much down below that he’s going crazy!

“You look so hot like this, John… you’re so good to me,” you say breathlessly. “Mmm, so perfect…”

Your closed eyes are evidence of your growing pleasure. You always get off to your “bonding time” with the priest, loving every second of your torment on him and his submission to you. He’s irresistible.

When you open your eyes, you notice that his free hand is out of sight and has slithered down between his legs. Oh, so he thinks he can touch himself without your permission, huh?

That won’t do.

“Stop touching yourself, you pervert!” You yank his head up by his hair, pulling him off of you and he gasps harshly, with cherry flavored drool dripping down his chin.

“Hah— I-I’m sorry!” He looks at you with his shiny blue eyes, gripping the comforter tightly. “I just, I don’t know how much longer I can last— Ahh!”

You pull him in closer to the point where his nose is almost touching yours. He winces at the burning sensation on his scalp from you pulling his hair, but when he looks into your eyes to see a burning fire within them, he goes quiet.

That angry expression is exhilaratingly attractive on you.

“Don’t you remember last time? Where I was in control of your orgasm? That still applies here. Do not touch yourself or come until I say you can. Got it, Father Ward?” There’s venom in your voice which tells him you’re deathly serious.

You’re only putting on a mean front, actually!

He seems to believe it though, as he nods frantically.

“I understand,” He doesn’t even think about what consequences he’ll face if he disobeys you.

“Good boy.” A rich purr comes from you. Your angry disposition does a 180 and you smile cutely at him. “Now lay down on your back and spread your legs for me. I think you’re ready now.” You release him and he scrambles to get into position.

When he lays back down, his focused gaze lands on you and finds you’re already crawling toward him, kneeling between his spread legs. The predatory gaze you have… he feels like a little meal about to be devoured by you. He feels wanted, adored, desirable. And it already makes him feel so irresistibly good.

The lube is in your grasp again, you’re ready to slick him up nice and good. With a little giggle and your full hand raised up in the air… you squeeze the bottle and you both watch as lube comes pouring down over his hard cock, dripping down its shaft. A beautiful, shaky moan comes over him, tremors seize his body before he’s laying back and covering his face in shame.

“Fuuuck, _____!” His whine is precious.

“I know, honey. I know. You’re just so desperate for me to slam my cock into you. Fill you up nice and deep, huh?”

“Yes, please…” he peeks through his fingers just in time to see you grab hold of his cock. “Mmmm!!!”

Wordlessly, you pump the base, gliding your hand up and down the shaft with little effort. Slick noises are permeating the air.

“I-I can’t!! Please!”

With a grin, you release him.

“Alright, desperate boy. Let me make you all better.”

You apply a generous amount of lube over his exposed hole and revel in his gentle whine. Two of your fingers are already there, rubbing in the slick liquid and entering his hole to let it seep inside. Then all it takes is a little more lube, a little more fingering, until you deem John ready.

You settle in between his spread legs. Before you start anything, though, a knowing glance is sent to John.

“Are, are you going to… to take me now?” John bites his lip, big blue eyes staring at you in wonder. At his sides, his hands grip the comforter while he squirms in anticipation, his cock bouncing in the air ever so slightly.

“Yes, but… I’m thinking more along the lines of ravaging you. Fucking your brains out…”

A sexy smirk appears on your face as you take hold of his knees before your hands slide along his thighs. He gulps when you lean in closer to him.

“I’m going to make you come over and over and over to the point where you’re a crying, sobbing mess, and I won’t stop fucking you until you’re screaming and begging me to stop. I can’t wait to see you fall apart, John. I’ve been waiting for this for a long time.”

He can only stare at you with wide eyes, and a flush creeps up his neck to flood his pretty face. He swallows audibly.

For… for a long time? That’s—

He doesn’t even know what to say. All he knows is he wants you to start fucking him with wild abandon. He’s nervous for the pain, sure, but he knows that you’ll do everything you can to make him comfortable.

You grab hold of your cock and press the head against his puckered ring of muscles.

“Are you ready? You still wanna do this?”

“Yes, please sodomize me!”

Hehe, ever the priest, using such terms.

“Okay, cutie!”

John gasps once he begins to feel your thick cock enter him, pushing through his most private area. Oh god, he can feel himself being split open. The breach has him whimpering, tugging at the comforter in desperation as your cock pushes into him more and more, filling him up so nice and deep… you just keep on going, it seems like minutes are passing by until your pelvis is fully pressed against the back of his thick thighs.

When you’re all ready, you gently pat his thigh.

“Don’t tense up your body. You can lay your arms at your sides,”

He releases a sigh, then, and listens to your advice. He lets go of himself and lets his arms rest at his sides, taking a moment to un-tense his body.

“Good boy.” You whisper. “Are you nervous?”

“A… a little…” is his response.

“Don’t be. I’ll start off slow. If you need me to stop or slow down, just let me know, okay? Oh, and of course, if you want me to speed up or go harder…” you trail off knowingly.

He swallows.

“I… I will inform you...”

He wiggles a little. Yep, definitely feels full. It’s not unpleasant at all…

“You can move now. Please.” He says.

“Hehe, okay!”

Now is when you pull back halfway only to slam your hips forward until you’re fully inside him all the way, and this causes John to gasp from the stimulation buzzing inside him. You do it again, making him scramble to grip handfuls of the comforter for any kind of stability as he practically slides from your harsh movement— then once more causes him to cry out. A beautiful noise that is the first amongst many.

“How’s it feeling so far?” You start up at a regular pace, thrusting in and out of him steadily. John’s breathing is picking up and his tiny moans are already starting to get louder.

“Feels— feels good!” He rushes out in a shaky voice. It almost feels like he’s going to get split in half but there isn’t as much pain as he expected. His pelvis feels warm and tingly and his cock is absolutely drooling with precome. Not only that, but clenching down on something so big sends a wave of dizziness to wash over him. “So deep…!”

“Yeah? Nice.” You hold his sides for leverage as you work at your even pace. In, out, in, out, in, out, in… John’s thighs are shaking and on either side of you, he’s gripping the comforter tightly to the point where his knuckles are almost white. It seems like he’s trying to contain his cute noises, too. Tsk tsk.

“Don’t hide those cute little sounds from me,” you chastise him playfully. “You always sound so sexy, you know? Your moans and your voice are so nice to listen to,”

John blushes brighter, if that were even possible. He can’t thank you for the compliment, too lost in rising bliss that blurs his thoughts together.

“Mmmmff— Hnnn, Hah, Uhhh!”

“Yeah, there we go. A little praise goes a long way, doesn’t it, cutie? Hm?”

That nickname has no right turning him on even more.

“Hhhff, yes!”

“Yeah? You like being my good boy, Father John?”

“Ohh yes…” He relaxes further under you, which you notice immediately.

“I’m happy, ahh… my sweet little John Ward, being such a good boy and loving every inch of my cock. You take it so wonderfully. My good little priest…” you purr sweetly before quickening your pace.

“Ooooh, oooooh— yes, haaaah! Mmmmff, hoooohhh…”

Perfect speed to set the pleasure in stone. The sexy brunette seems to melt under you, and if you squint, you can see he’s rocking his hips into the mattress. His poor cock must be so desperate for release already.

“Awww I can tell you wanna come already, huh?” You’re lightly panting from your exertion.

“Yes! Mmf, I want to cum, oh fuuuuck—“

“Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll give you what you want. Patience, dear.”

John can only pant and whine as you stuff him full over and over, with your cock dragging along his insides. It feels almost like his stomach is being pushed open, and your body pressing him into the bed is driving him wild.

“Yes… ohhh… hah, ah! Mmmmff— oh god—“

“Good boy. So good…” you slam your hips harder into him, making him cry out.

“You’re so deep in meeee! So deep! Oh fuck!” He claws at the comforter to scramble for leverage.

“Yeah, baby?” You grab his hips and thrust faster, making his hips slide against the bed more and more.

“Ohhhhh yes! Yes! Fuck me, oh my god…!”

“Yeah, take it. Good little angel. So obedient and sweet…”

You slam your palm onto his cute ass, making him yelp.

“Oh my god, please!” He sobs.

You lean over him and set your hands on the bed by either side of his waist. He stares into your eyes, only being able to see flaming desire in them.

He already starts panting from the sliding of your cock against his inner walls. There’s a buzzing in his pelvis, and a faster rhythm to his heart beat.

“Oh fuck,” he wheezes when you pick up a faster pace of your thrusting.

All that can be heard is the panting of you both, and the creaking of the bed which begins to pick up the faster you thrust. Gazes lock, hearts are racing, body heat is only getting hotter and hotter… John is closing his eyes as a wavering moan escapes his lips.

“Feels good, huh?” You ask softly, smiling.

“Yes…!” He closes his eyes, relaxing against the pillows as your cock pumps in and out of his deep heat.

“Feels way better than fingers, doesn’t it, John?”

“Yes, yes, hhooohhh!”

“I’m happy that I’m the one who’s taking your anal virginity. This tight ass is all mine, isn’t it?” You smirk down at him.

“Yeeesss! Mmm please!”

“Ohoho, please what, honey?”

“Please fuck me harder! I’m— I’m want more!”

“You slutty little priest,” you thrust into him at a faster pace, reaching deeper inside of him every time you slam back in. He’s almost screaming under you while his overheating body writhes. The face he’s making shows pure bliss. The moans coming out of him sound like he couldn’t want this more.

“Ohhh, ohhh! Mmm, fu— ahh!”

“Mmmm, John… ohhh, my cute little angel… fuck. Wrap your legs around me so I can do you better, baby,” You purr at him.

John instantly does as told and wraps his legs around your waist tightly, which causes you to be pulled in closer. With this, you adjust your position so you can lean on your forearms by each side of his head, and you slam your hips into him faster, reaching deeper inside of him. He instantly cries out and pulls at the comforter harshly.

“Oh my— _____, _____!”

“Mmm, I love how you say my name! Good boy, oooh, such a good boy,”

With one of your hands, you reach down and use two digits to swipe up a small rivulet of lube from his cock, as well as some of his precum. You lock gazes with him, still thrusting into him, and he bites his lip. You stick your fingers into your mouth and suck on them, shutting your eyes as the sweetness and saltiness mix together inside. You lick your lips, spreading the sticky concoction over them which has them glistening in the light.

“Yum~”

“You— you filthy thi—“

John’s open mouth is suddenly claimed by yours as you plunge your tongue inside, licking against his own to create a hot mess deep within. He’s caught off guard by the action. He melts into it, though, and wraps his arms around your torso to pull you in closer. He, too, tastes the vivid flavor of salty jizz and sweet cherry on his tongue and licks inside your mouth, trying to get as much of it down his throat as he can.

This is almost too hot for him to handle. Everything you do drives him absolutely wild.

“Mmm! Mmmm! Mmm…!” He keeps moaning, and every part of his body is on fire, claimed by you, filled by you, a torturous yet heavenly hypnosis he refuses to tear himself away from.

When you peel your lips away from him, a strand of the sticky liquid connecting you two breaks apart, falling down John’s chin.

“Fuck,” he whines hoarsely.

“I’m gonna keep fucking you, John. Over and over and over, till you’re spent, crying, begging, screaming… you’re so perfect, and I’m so glad to have met you. I want you to belong to me forever.”

“Yes, yes! Please! I’m yours!” He cries. Holy fuck.

“What if I never take my cock out of you? What if I stay in you and never come out, keeping you speared on me eternally?”

“Ooohhhhh, yes, yes! Please!”

“‘Yes please yes please!’ Oh, John, that’s all you seem to say.” You mock him half heartedly. “Begging me to fuck you. Well here, I can really fuck you!”

You pull out of him almost all the way so only the head of your cock is inside before you slam into him all the way.

He screams in absolute bliss.

You do it again. He screams again.

You do it again. He screams once more.

And again, and again, and again.

Then you thrust into him as fast and deep into him as you can, which has him squealing and crying out for more.

John looks like he’s dying from the intense pleasure taking him prisoner, the way he’s sobbing and writhing making you dizzy from how hot he is. His eyes are nearly rolling to the back of his skull and, fuck.

He’s amazing.

“Ohhh yes! Oh fuck!!” John closes his eyes, mouth open wide while his beautiful screams flow out of it. You’re fucking him so hard that he’s basically sliding on the bed, which is creaking loudly, it’s screeching every time you slam into him. You’re starting to get a little tired, though, panting roughly as you keep up your harsh, rapid pace.

Oh well. You can keep going as long as he’s having fun.

“Oh, oh, oh, Looord—!! Unnnff, hhhfff— For, forgive me, Fa, ther! Hah, I’m, I’m a, a, a siinnn— mmm!!”

“What did you just say?” You snap at him, pulling out of his embrace so you can snatch up his wrists and pin them above his head against the pillows. He looks up at you in pleasure, in shock, and you slow your thrusts down to smooth rolling of your hips.

“I’m sorry, whore, but the only name you’re allowed to say when I’m fucking you is mine.”

You slap him. Hard. And he sobs deliciously.

“I’m, I’m sorry!” He gasps out, sniffling, with tears welling up in his sapphire eyes. “I’ll, I’ll be good!! Promiiise!!”

You slap him again and he starts to cry.

“You’re lucky I’m sticking around or I’d just leave you right now to suffer in your desperation to come. To get fucked out of your utter mind. Maybe I’d never contact you again.”

That’s a little mean, but you’d never do that. You only want to see and hear him beg. He grabs your shoulders and sobs.

“Noooo! I beg you!! Please don’t leave me here! I only want you!”

“Then say my name.”

He wastes no time. Your name is a prayer he recites over and over, screaming and crying and squealing it as you resume your violent pounding into him.

Instead of keeping his wrists pinned, your hands open his and your fingers interlace. An intimate reaction so vastly different from the raw, carnal coupling taking place. You pile drive deep within him, his very core, his most inner area, almost reaching his gut and turning his insides to jelly.

“Mmm, mmmm, hhhfff— ohhhh!! Hah, yes! _____! _____! _____! Please yes give it to me, ohpleasekeepgoing!!”

Oh yeah, anything for him.

“I’ll give you anything you want, Father Ward.”

Oh fuck. He forgot he is a priest.

He is disgusting, taking a fat cock up his tight virgin ass and being reduced to nothing but a worthless cocksleeve. But he loves it.

So.

So.

So fucking much…!

And you do, too.

You’re having so much fun! But it’s time to turn things up a notch.

You’re swift to change the position, pulling his legs up so that they’re thrown over your shoulders. Then, you move your weight until you’re basically crushing his larger frame into the bed, so that his knees touch his shoulders. Before he can even speak, though, you’re entering him once more before intertwining your fingers with his once again, holding his hands to the bed.

Back to fucking him relentlessly.

This position goes so much deeper. It sends him absolutely reeling as electrifying pleasure shoots up his veins. A silent scream escapes him and his eyes nearly roll to the back of his skull.

He is SO hot…!

“Ohhh, look at you, my slutty little priest. Taking my cock so well, like it’s your only purpose in life,”

John can’t even reply because he’s wheezing and whimpering constantly. And it’s almost like he didn’t hear you, because he makes no sort of acknowledgment, too lost in the pleasure to realize that the world is slipping away and getting replaced by a complete haze of euphoria gripping his very soul, his hungry body and eager heart.

“Ye— yea— hah— hu— fu—“ he’s so out of breath and getting fucked so hard and that he can’t speak a single coherent word.

Good. You like him like this.

Then suddenly, he makes a sound like a dying animal.

Oh, dear Lord! That spot, so deep inside of him is getting pounded into by you, and the shockwave of pleasure isn’t just present in his pelvis and his member, but all throughout his entire body from his head to his toes. Rippling excitement that manifests itself through every nerve in his body. John had heard rumors about a man’s prostate being akin to a woman’s g-spot, able to transcend any kind of basic, physical pleasure. He had not found it when he was pleasuring himself, so all this time, he was ignorant of such bliss.

But he would never have imagined that it would feel this good. This heavenly and mind-numbingly delicious gift. Something that his most primal instincts crave more of.

“Th—that!!! That’s—!!! Ohhhh!!!”

His wide eyes tell you he knows this is going to be his undoing.

“Oh, I’ve found what I’ve been looking for. You wanna cum now, baby?” You ask him in your husky, coquettish voice.

John nods rapidly, pleading with his beautiful eyes.

But before John can fully relax so you can give him his end, you slow down more and more until you’re completely still, panting from your exertion. He whines and tries to gyrate his hips down onto your cock, to get more of that sweet sweet friction, but you force yourself as deep inside of him as you can to keep him still, which has the head of your dick pressed firm against his prostate. He cries loudly. He’s pressed further into the mattress, his knees against his shoulders, completely at your mercy as you keep him pinned and take what you want from him; his suffering. Because as you stay still in him, he’s dying on the inside from your wicked torture.

It’s almost like you’re knotting him, breeding him, and the thought makes him sob.

“You’re so close to tipping over the edge. But it’s not time yet. I want to torture you just a little bit more. Are you having fun?” You coo to him.

John nods quickly yet again, tears streaming down his face. Aw, poor baby, losing his mind from how good this all feels.

But he really can’t endure this for much longer. He just wants to come undone so badly.

“Please,” he whispers, looking into your eyes. “Please…! Make me come!!”

He looks at you, searching for a sign of any mercy.

Then, you grin wickedly.

“Mmm, no!”

WHAT!!

“Nuh, no, _____!!”

“Yeah, yes, John!” You mock him cruelly. “The only thing I’m gonna make you do is work for your orgasm. I’ve been doing so much for you tonight… I’m a little tired and I’m dying for you to put on a show. Can you do that for me, honey?”

He instantly nods.

“Yes, yes, anything!”

“Good boy.” You purr.

With this, you slowly withdraw from him inch by inch until your cock escapes him with a slick ‘pop’. You untangle yourself from John and watch how he slumps against the fluffy pillows, panting harshly.

John feels brief disappointment at the thought that you may want him to get off by his own hand, instead of having your thick cock pounding his eager prostate until he’s gushing like a fountain all over the both of you.

John trembles when you start tracing your finger over his bottom lip. The softness of it feels so sweet under the pad of your fingertip… before you can do anything else, though, John is taking it into his mouth and sucking lightly on it while a shy sparkle appears in his eyes.

So adorable.

With your free hand, you rub his cheek with your thumb and a giggle escapes you.

“Precious. So precious.”

He closes his eyes and sucks harder, with his tongue swirling around your finger. You slide another one in, which he eagerly takes. This is when he grabs your wrist and bobs his head, sucking on your fingers like they’re your cock. The way his warm tongue slides against your skin makes you almost melt. Then, he moves so that your fingers are almost touching the back of his throat which has him gagging lightly. This is when you withdraw your digits from his mouth, putting their saliva-coated forms on your tongue so you can lap up the smooth liquid.

A shuddery moan leaves his parted lips.

“Ohmigosh. You’re a slut,” you giggle cutely. “Well if that’s the case, why don’t you show me just how big of a slut you can be. I want you to ride me.”

He swallows.

“R-ride you?”

“That’s right. Climb on top of me and bounce on my cock. If you want to come, you gotta work for it.”

“Whatever you wish,” he smiles shyly.

He moves to let you lay down, and once you’re comfortable, John eyes your length which sways every so subtly. God, it looks so big. He can’t believe that thing was inside of him, stirring up his insides.

‘Come hither’ is made with your finger.

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t leave me waiting, hm?”

All he can do is nod.

Panting, he moves and throws a leg over your waist before climbing on top of you. He’s mindful of his weight, the sweet man, and then looks at you expectantly.

“Um…”

“Hm? John, you’re supposed to be riding my cock. I told you I’ve done all the work so far, haven’t I?”

“Yes, b-but— how do I—“

You playfully roll your eyes before reaching around him to take hold of your dick, and you’re spreading him open before the head of your member is prodding against his hole. He tenses up.

“Relax, dear.” You coo to him. John whimpers and does as he’s told before you’re sliding into him more and more, until you’re fully sheathed within him. He can’t help the way his eyelids flutter shut, and he bites his lip. Feeling so full… he loves it. He truly feels like a whore.

“Okay, honeybun… do what you were meant to do. Be my good little fucktoy.”

“Yes, _____,”

John holds your shoulders for leverage. He carefully raises his hips, a slow pace, and then he’s lowering himself on you in the same manner. His breath is already quick to pick up, he moves in the same way yet again and moans at how your cock assaults every inch of his slick insides.

“Oh, yeah,” he says breathlessly. He allows himself to sink into the pleasure, riding that hard cock and feeling his own throb almost painfully. “Oh mmmmm,”

He’s already getting into it. Fuck, he’s so hot.

“Ooooh… ohhh…! Mmf, mmmf!!”

His pace quickens ever so slightly, and such a thing does not escape you. When you hold his thighs and rub them tenderly, it fuels his excitement and his moans take on a higher pitch.

“Oh, it feels so good!” He cries, looking down at you. He rides you faster, and it makes his cock bounce along with him. He may be a little sloppy due to his inexperience, but his enthusiasm definitely makes up for it. “Oh please! Please!”

You don’t answer him. You only smirk.

“I knew you were the right man for me when I first saw you. You’re so perfect.”

“R-really?”

“Yes, of course… ohh, my good boy,”

“Y-yes! I’m your good boy! Fuck…!”

John’s breathing begins to pick up faster as well as his bouncing. He’s doing such a wonderful job falling apart above you, riding you as if his life depends on it.

“I need— you to make me, mmmmf, make me come!! I can’t take it, _____!” He keeps riding you, never letting up his pace.

When you look into his ocean eyes, you can see a gorgeous sparkle within them, a kind of pale jewel that gleams from the desperate tears close to forming. His bright red face, and the way his hands lightly clench your shoulders in a silent plead… you’ve lost to his cuteness. He’s been so good for you, and torturing him any longer would be downright cruel. Almost. You’ve still got a mean streak within you and it will never dissipate, much to your delight.

“Okay, baby. You deserve to come. You’ve been such a good little puppy for me, haven’t you?” You coo sweetly to him. You brush some hair out of his eyes and then rub his cheek gently, causing him to lean into your touch and nod eagerly.

“Oh yes! Yes, thank you so m-much!”

Haha, you feel like being mean though.

“Just kidding. You can’t come yet, you have to hold it.”

The look of absolute betrayal reaches his face and it nearly has you cackling.

“What’s that pathetic face for? Did you really think I’d let you do it so soon? So silly. Now Get off me and get on your hands and knees, you stupid slut.”

“_____! Pleeeease—“

“Shut up and do it, whore.”

You slap him hard.

John’s lower lip trembles. He rises off of you, making your cock leave him with a slick pop. He gets off of you and you trade spots with him, having him almost press his face into the pillows with his plump ass raised in the air for you. You come up behind him and shove your length in him in one thrust. He shrieks.

“Are you ready, honey?” You ask him slyly.

“Oh god yes! Yes, yeeeesss!!!”

You tightly grab his hips. He whimpers cutely.

John’s harsh shouts of pleasure are filling your ears and your soul with glee, they’re noises you don’t ever want to stop hearing. Ever. With your hips slamming into him, and your hand tightly gripping the base of his hair, all he can do is moan and shriek from the onslaught of bliss traveling throughout his body nonstop.

“Haaah, ahhh, pl-pleeease!!!” He cries, panting into the air.

“Please what? What are you begging for?” You ask him.

You’re so evil, but a genuine part of him loves that.

“Mmmmm! Go-d- ah-huh- ohh- hoohh-Ahh, aaahhh!!”

Your thrusts suddenly get faster, causing John to squeal in delight. You pull his hair harder which makes him hiss from the stinging in his scalp. It feels so fucking good.

Everything you do feels so fucking good.

“Mmmm, ffffff, yeeesss…!!!” He grabs handfuls of the sheets, pulling harshly while his overheating body squirms beneath you. You pinch one of his swollen nipples and watch how he jolts.

“Nnnh, oh, fuck. I’m gonna get you pregnant, John,” you sigh, grabbing hold of his hair with both of your hands. “I’m gonna breed you like the bitch in heat that you are.”

“Ohhhh god, ye-s ple-eese, hah—ahh, ahh!! Fu-fuck me, mmmmm!!! Get meeee— Hah!! Get me pregnant— ooooooh!!!”

If Heaven is really something he can experience before death, then this must be close to it. Getting pounded into oblivion over and over and over by his most favorite person in the whole wide world.

John begins sobbing. The stimulation is already too much, but he hasn’t even come yet.

“Oh my goodness, PLEASE _____!!! Please!”

“Please what? Huh!” You start slamming your hips into him as hard as you can. Each thrust has him shrieking out loud.

“PLEEEEASE!! OH MY GOD!!!”

He’s basically hyperventilating at this point. Those thick rivulets of tears run down his red face.

“FUCK ME FUCK ME, YES!! I’M YOUR WHORE!”

Woah! You didn’t even tell him to say that, but it still has your face getting warmer.

Perverted little freak. He isn’t even answering you properly.

SMACK, SMACK!!

You strike his ass harshly, and he squeals in the cutest tone you’ve heard on him yet!

“I didn’t even call you my whore within the past few minutes… have you been wanting to say that for me?”

John grows quieter but whimpers pathetically anyway. Your hips move to slow, dragging thrusts.

“I asked you a question.” You draw back before snapping your hips into him aggressively which sends him into a harsh wheeze.

“Y- yes! I imagined— I want… waaaant, mmm…” he shivers deliciously under you. “I want to be your whore…” he mutters. Aww, so cute when embarrassed.

“Awww, do you?” You coo mockingly at him. “Does Father Ward want to be my whore?”

“Yeeessss… hooohhh,”

“He wants to be my slutty fuck doll?”

“Oh yes! Ahhhh…”

“He wants to be my sweet, horny little puppy?”

“Ffffff—!! Yes!”

“Good, you’re my pathetic little bitch. But you’ve gotta answer me! What are you begging for?”

You slap his ass a couple of times, making him sob.

“Make me cum, please, I beg you!!!!”

“No.”

“Whyyyy? Please please please, I’m so hard, I’ve been so good for you, haven’t I?”

“Do you really believe that?” You adjust your thrusts to slow, deep rolling of your hips into him, making your cock grind down on his walls toward his stomach. John gasps and bites his quivering lip, groaning pathetically.

“Oh yes!! Yes! Mmm, please! I’ve been a good boy! I’ve been so good for you, _____!”

“My good slut?”

“Yes, I’m your good slut!”

“Mhmmm…”

The upper half of John slumps onto the bed, laying his face on the pillows while his hips are still hoisted in the air as you plummet deeper within him. His eyes are closed, and only bliss is on his face. Such a beauty.

“I’m going to keep you forever, John.” Your voice is soft and he opens his eyes. “That’s right. You’re mine. Okay?” A soft smile crosses your lips.

John returns it out of sight.

You go back to pounding him hard, which makes his wailing pick up again. The smacking of your hips against his ass is loud, but not as loud as his begging and his cries of pleasure.

“Baby, babyyyy…!” He moans, thrusting back against you. His pet name sends you reeling, triggering something deep inside you, and your resolve comes crashing down and shattering all around you.

Oh fuck.

“You can come, sweetie… I’ve got you.” You reach around and grab hold of his dripping member, which has him whimpering loudly. He places one of his hands over yours and you both stroke his cock rapidly, all while you keep slamming into him from behind. When you lean down to kiss the back of his neck, John suddenly lets out a long cry as his climax finally hits. His whole body trembles, his eyes squeeze shut and his jaw drops… the cry that comes from his mouth might as well be a form of hypnosis as it keeps you locked in on his pleasure, pumping his cock fast and hard so ge can ride out his orgasm. The waves of it don’t stop washing over him while his member pulses and spurts long ribbons of pearlescent cum onto the sheets and even dripping over your hand.

“Yes, yes!! Fffuuuuucckk!!” His scream is beautiful.

Your gentle kisses don’t let up as you slow your hips down and when you finally stop stroking him, he’s still breathing so heavily that you’re surprised he’s not sick. Still, he trembles under you and allows you to soothe him through his fading climax.

The sweet priest lays his head on the pillows and pants harshly. You let him go and you give his neck one last kiss before you sit up and carefully withdraw from his core. He shakily adjusts his body so he’s laying flat on the bed.

With a smile, you crawl over to his side and you rub his back a little. The softness of your hand against his own soft skin makes you both melt. John hums pleasantly, resting under your touch.

Precious.

It seems like he might fall asleep soon, so you’d better give him some aftercare before he dozes off.

In comfortable silence, you get up and you do some basic cleaning, making sure to get tissues and wiping off cum and lube from the bed (as much as you can, anyway) and after having John roll over onto his back, you use tissues to soak up the cum from his skin. Once you’ve deemed everything good enough, you use the bathroom, wash your hands, and you sit beside John on the bed.

As you look down at him, his face is serene. His eyes open, he looks at you with a peaceful expression and a sweet smile on his lips.

“Hi.” You say lovingly.

“Hey.” He returns.

A giggle is shared between you both.

“Did you cum?” He asks, genuinely curious.

“Nope, but I don’t need to. Your pleasure is my pleasure, so don’t worry, okay?” You smile, loving how considerate he is.

“Let me take care of you, honey—“ he moves to sit up, but you stop him.

“No, it’s okay. You’ve done enough. You were so good for me, and I’m so proud of you.”

Your hand caresses his cheek which makes him lean into your touch. He holds your wrist with a gentle grasp and kisses the inside of it. An action that is filled with love and adoration which makes your heart race.

“Thank you, beloved. Now come lay down with me.” He says softly, with gleaming eyes.

“Of course. First, do you want me to get you anything?”

“Hm… a kiss. And some water.”

“Say no more.”

You lean down to share a sweet kiss with him and you get up, sending him one last grin before you leave the room. After getting a glass of cold water, you bring it to him and you hand it over. He sits up and takes it with a small ‘thank you’ before he gulps some down, and then places the half empty glass on his night stand.

John pats the space next to him.

“Come lay with me, baby.”

Baby.

A blush blooms on your cheeks and you nod. Slipping under the warm covers makes you sigh happily, and you both rest your heads on the pillows and face each other.

John thinks your blush is adorable… but then again, you’re always adorable. So he pulls you by the back of your head to place kisses all over your face, which makes you squeal happily. You keep giggling, which spurs him on.

“You. Are. So. Cute,” he says this with kisses in between each word.

“Heehee! Jooohhnn!”

He slowly stops with the kisses on your face… and instead kisses you right on your lips, silencing your little giggles.

Holding the back of his head, you thread your fingers through his hair and keep him in place as you both share this liplock. His warm hands hold your waist, then they slide up to your face to cup it gently. A few moments pass before you both break the kiss and look deep into each other’s eyes. His thumb traces your cheek and makes you sigh happily.

“Thanks for taking care of me.” He says.

“Of course, hun. I love taking care of you. And I promise I’ll be more gentle next time.”

“I don’t mind you being rough, but that does sound rather promising. I look forward to it, but I want you to know that I’ll be taking care of you in the future, sweetheart.”

The nickname has you blushing.

“Your face is red,” he teases you with a sly smile.

“It is not!”

“Yes it is.”

“No…!”

He kisses your forehead and giggles with you.

“If you say so.” He then pulls you closer to him, hugging you tight.

Comfortable silence fills the air. His big hands rubbing your back feels amazing, and it lulls you into a peaceful slumber. John takes a final peek at you before he smiles and closes his eyes too, drifting off to sleep with you in his arms, and his heart feeling warm.

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The days are going by slowly, but peacefully. More people have been attending service lately, which is bringing John a renewed vigor in his strong faith. Spring has been very warm and inspiring with trees all grown, flowers in full bloom and looking much healthier compared to last year, and it seems like the town is a lot more lively.

Yes, things are good.

…for the most part.

John doesn’t know why… but… ever since that last “coupling” he had with you, and how amazing it was… you still aren’t close to him like he wants you to be. Confusion and hurt fills him every time he thinks about it. It’s not like you have each other’s numbers, nor do you visit his apartment, or even visit the church sometime. Maybe you’re just busy?

Or…

…Do you not actually like him? Are you bored of him? Did he do something wrong? Is there… someone else?

A part of him feels disappointed in you for not being so… transparent? But another part of him knows that you’re both full grown adults with your own lives to lead and he doesn’t have a say in how you live yours. Even if it means he’s not a part of it.

Still… it would be nice to see where you stand.

This sucks. Majorly. He can’t stop thinking about the night you last saw him, after the intense sex. You were so candid, so intimate. He replays the tender moments where you took care of him, and how he had cuddled you closely to himself. In those moments, he saw you so… relaxed and gentle. So you. You had been bashful, dare he say, when he nuzzled you and kissed your cute face. In those moments, he didn’t feel nervous or shy or submissive. He just felt like himself.

He wants more of that between you both. The two of you being yourselves and being content.

—————

As he’s leaning on the balcony railing, his arm lying on it and his chin resting in his hand, he’s staring off at the scenery ahead as the sun is setting amidst the city skyline. The cool evening breeze drifts through the air, carrying the scent of fully bloomed flowers. The cigarette in his mouth is halfway burned down, but he hasn’t even really bothered to hit it so far. It’s been burning itself out.

Kind of how he feels about himself.

…he feels pathetic. It’s not fair.

The other night, he had a dream where you had taken him… in the church of all places.

The dream was definitely intense. It was the most vivid and concise dream of his entire life.

In that dream, it took place in a church, though not the one he works at. This church felt much more… holy. It was a much older but beautiful church that was simply breathtaking in design, radiating a nostalgic and bittersweet atmosphere all throughout itself.

It was night time, and he had lead service particularly late. That’s okay, because sometimes parishioners aren’t able to attend in the mornings or afternoons, so dusk or evening tends to work best for them. He’s always happy to accommodate his flock.

Normally he is very graceful and poised as he delivers his sermons. This time was… very different. He remembers feeling so giddy and nervous in that part of the dream as he stood at the beautifully designed pulpit, preaching to the audience. But he was… squirmy. His cassock felt different, though when he briefly looked down at himself, it looked the same as always.

In the crowd, he spotted you at the front pew. You looked just as amazing as always as you sat there, listening in closely with your posture poised and confident. All the other faces, of course, were just blurs.

But you… were so… amazing.

When service was over, his giddiness only increased. People were giving him goodbyes and making brief conversation with him before he left, but he paid no attention to any of it as it went by in a blur. He was just so excited to be alone with you.

And then he was.

Just you and him… you were still seated at the very front row of the pews, looking like royalty, like nothing in the world could ever bother you. John left the pulpit and went down the short set of stairs… he stood in front of you, already feeling like he could melt into a puddle on the floor. He stammered a little, looking at you as you smirked at him.

“Did you do it?” You asked him in a casual tone.

John nodded.

“Show me,” you said.

John bent down to grab the very end of his cassock which reached the tops of his shoes… and then he pulled it up, bunching it in his grasp as he lifted it above his waist to show off what was under his cassock the whole time. A set of all-white matching lingerie consisting of sheer stockings, panties, and a lace garterbelt. The stockings enhanced the thickness of his legs, partially hiding the scar on his knee from a childhood injury. The stark white was underlined by a blueish tint that complimented his vibrant skin.

Most importantly, he was unbearably hard, and his cock was barely contained within the tiny panties he was wearing. The head was peeking out and seeping precum which ended up drenching the thin white panties and practically making them see through. Such a weak little barricade from your eyes.

“Y-you’re here…! I’m so glad…” he started off so pathetically, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “I was waiting so eagerly… and, and I’m wearing what you told me to…! See?”

He sounded so much like he was begging for approval.

“I’ve been so hard, from the moment I put all of this on… mmmff… I couldn’t focus well while leading service… I’m so ashamed, but I’m so, soooo h— horny…” he said this last bit in a whisper.

“From wearing women’s lingerie?” You giggled with a grin.

“Y-yes! From wearing women’s lingerie, I know… I can’t help it…” he was soooo embarrassed…

You had looked him up and down with a hungry gaze. It made him squirm in anticipation and horniness. Of course, your gaze was mostly fixated on his crotch. When you beckoned him closer, he happily did…

“Wow… these panties are so small. I love how they make your love handles bulge out…” you licked your lips and reached out to grab his sides, squeezing them gently. He knows how much you love the plushy areas on his body. John whimpered and felt his cock throb at this— then you made a comment about how you saw it twitch in want! Of course such a detail would not escape your keen scrutiny. After you let go of him, you giggled and told him you had a surprise for him. You had him close his eyes, and he did so… eagerly waiting…

When he opened his eyes, he saw that you had your pants and underwear down to your ankles, and your cock was standing straight up between your thighs. You reached up and unbuttoned your dress shirt, revealing you had nothing on underneath, and then he got so, so unbearably overpowered by lust that his legs buckled, and he fell to his knees in front of you.

“M-may I serve you?” His voice was shaky but full of eagerness, staring up into your eyes with a reverent gleam. Like you were his real God, “please, I just want to make you happy…”

Your giggle was so sweet.

“Yes, John. Come here. Give me your mouth…”

He immediately moved forward to lap up the length of your cock, moaning softly as he did so. Swift and eager licks that made him feel like a puppy. He wrapped his lips around the head and gently started to suck it…

“Good boy. Such a good boy you are, John…”

He nearly melted when you grabbed his hair and moved him down further.

“Mmghh…! Mmm..!” He gagged a little when your member reached the back of his throat, but he was still enthusiastically sucking your cock.

“You’re so cute… such an obedient little boy…”

John placed his hands on your thighs for leverage, rubbing them slowly… so soft… his lips tightened around your cock, and he hollowed his cheeks as he sucked it deep and hard.

“Mmm… mmmfff…” it tasted so good, he loves this, he loves serving you and being your slut.

You lifted him by his hair, he looked up at you and drool dripped down his chin. Such a beautiful blush was staining his cheeks, and his blue eyes stared up at you with hearts practically glittering in them.

“John… Do you want me to stuff you full? Hmmm?” you tickled him under his chin and he basically melted.

“Y-yes… please…”

“Okay~ then get up and turn around for me…”

He immediately stood up and turned around, his cassock still lifted up above his hips… he heard you gasp in delight.

“Oh my gosh, it’s a thong?!” you giggled at this and then you smacked his cute butt hard, making him gasp and give you a slightly playful smile.

“Yes… is it okay?”

“More than okay. Perfect. Now all I need to do is just add some stickiness to make sure you’re ready!”

Of course. Ever the dutiful partner, making sure he won’t be in pain as he’s fucked up the ass. Honestly, he feels like you could put it in dry and he wouldn’t resist. But in the dream, you were so salacious and tender all the same as you tugged his thong aside and slicked him up with lube. Then you pulled him back on your open lap and guided him to sit on your erection, his hole fluttering around it as he sunk down, taking you whole. When your arms wrapped around his waist, he laid his own on them and leaned back as you pumped your hips. A moan immediately left his parted lips as he melted against your thrusts, feeling the inner stimulation form a simmering heat in his pelvis, his cock throbbing needily.

His eyes closed and he let himself get whisked away by the sensations. In the dream, he didn’t care that you were both in a church. Not then, anyway. He was just too happy and horny for a nice, deep fucking from the person he adored, who looked at him like he was the only man in the world. He got lost in the pleasure, letting you do whatever you wanted to his body. Even hiking up one of his legs and letting him rest his shoe-clad foot rest on the pew outside of your thigh, giving you a better angle. He gasped loudly, feeling bursts of ecstasy ripple through himself as your cock rubbed against his prostate, and he turned slightly to wrap one of his arms around your neck.

“Oh my god, fuck yes,” he moaned shamelessly as you pounded faster into him, the squelching of the lube loud in the church. You leaned up to kiss his cheek, so he turned his head down to capture your lips as his own. It quickly turned sloppy as he used probably too much tongue, lewd and debauched as he took every bit of your ministrations. Your arm, still hooked under his knee, had turned so you could palm his dick through the ridiculous sheer panties. His free hand moved and took your hand to slip under the fabric so you could touch him directly, his cock jumping at the contact.

“I-I’m really going to cum if you do that…!” He whined, trying his best not to fall apart. But you were so wicked.

“Then cum for me, pretty boy.” You smirked against his lips.

That’s all it took before his climax crashed over him, causing his vision to go white.

He came so hard in that dream that he came in real life that night. He had woken up with a gasp, sitting straight up in his bed and panting loudly in the darkness of his room, shaking all over. His poor underwear was soaked and ruined by hot, sticky semen, his thighs trembling pitifully.

John squirms a little, blushing red when he feels his cock throbbing in his pants. Looks like he was thinking about that sexy dream once more. Damn it, not again…

He takes a single drag of his cigarette- it’s now down to its butt- and he stubs the remainder of the flame into the ashtray he’s kept outside. With a sigh, he turns around to enter his apartment once more, awkwardly trying to ignore how he’s near bursting through his jeans. After closing the sliding glass door behind him (not without palming his erection), he immediately heads to shower…

Pajamas are laid out. Teeth are brushed. He strips down to wearing nothing and enters his shower after turning it on to his preferred temperature. The water feels amazing, pelting his tired muscles and his sweaty skin.

Cleanliness is close to godliness…

Well, maybe that doesn’t matter for someone like him. A sick, tainted, impure little slutty priest has no business trying to cling to any purity, especially when he’s been dominated and fucked inside out like a whore.

But it felt so fucking amazing.

It’s insane just how many times he’s jerked off to the memory of you fucking him hard and relentlessly. Just pure, wild, animalistic fucking that he’s never experienced before, not even when he was married. It will be no different this time, as he’s already leaning back against the shower wall, grabbing his aching cock in his straining fist. Fuck, that’s good…!

He reaches back to hold the handlebar of the shower wall for balance, his busy hand already working a deep motion on his cock. As John’s head tips back, his jaw drops a little as he moans softly amidst the billowing steam.

“Fuck…”

Slow, long strokes… a firm grip on the aching member already begging for release… its blush is vivid due to its engorged state…

He moans your name quietly.

“Oh, what are you doing to me…?” More like ‘wherefore art thou?’ with how needy and wistful he sounds.

“Mm, please fuck me… please fuck me…”

Even if you’re not even here, just imagining you quickens his pulse.

And he loves begging.

Begging you, specifically.

“Yes… oh, please give it to me…”

Still, the strokes are deep and smooth, not missing a single spot of his shaft, even rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock everytime he gets to it. The shudder that comes over his body is downright pathetic.

“I need you… ahhh… so badly…”

The pumping gets a bit faster, just enough to have him gasping and his balls tensing up in anticipation. They love a good release, especially when you are the cause of it.

“Oh yeah, yeah…”

His voice is filled with desperation.

“Yes, oh yes! Fuck me…!”

Slick noises are caused by precum which is slathered by his hand, rubbing all over his needy cock. His breathing is getting heavier and heavier, eyes squeezed shut, heart beating faster…!

“Oh god, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum…! I’m so close, I’m gonna cum!!”

John’s movements speed up. He’s panting hard, hips twitching— and then release hits him, pretty stars dancing behind his pretty eyes.

“Oh—! Ahhhh!!”

Blissful shivers travel all throughout his body and then hot white cum spurts from his cock. Every time he pumps it in his hand, more seed spills over the tightened grip, making him cry out hard in pleasure. It seems like it doesn’t stop, and neither does his racing heart as it pumps ecstasy through every inch of his body.

“Nghhh!! I love you… I love you…!!”

I love you so much.

So much…

When the bliss begins to subside, he exhales gently.

…so much cum. What the hell? Sheesh, it’s not normally like that. Then again, he’s been trying to rein in his horniness these days, so that means masturbation has been a no-no! Even though he fails to control himself sometimes.

Oops.

While panting hard, John leans back against the shower wall… dizziness overcomes him, but before he can faint, he shakily sits on the tiled floor while the water cascades over him, dripping down his face and his body.

He’s dying in the best way. But it’s so torturous. It’s not fair…!

But… but…

Did he say… what he thinks he said?

…may God have mercy.

Such a lovesick little fool.

And the fact that he just melts under you without you even trying to turn him to a mess just baffles him deeply. John knows that he isn’t exactly a softspoken or submissive person. He’s actually been described by plenty of people as poised, confident, steadfast— and, surprisingly, even curt or surly. Sure, he wouldn’t describe himself as an extrovert or even particularly outgoing, but he certainly wasn’t meek or timid. He was charismatic when he needed to be, but perhaps his natural quietness made him appear to be on the softer side?

It is confusing even to him.

But all he knows is that with you, you make his head spin, turn him into a dizzied mess that makes him rethink his entire life, make his heart swoon, his stomach burst with butterflies. If he opened up completely to you, what would you say or do?

Fuck. He needs to call you, see you, do anything to have your attention on him again. At this point, it’s not only about the sexual aspect. He wants to talk with you, to spend time with you, to get to know you better. Sure, you both had friendly interactions much before you started your torment against him… but even then, you were so elusive. Something about it drives him crazy. Even when you’re mean to him, you still care. Really care.

Maybe? If you did care, then you’d actually contact him or something.

God damn it.

————

When he sees you again, it’s in a surprisingly different place than the church. Simply at the grocery store. He had gone to pick up a few things, mainly a few items that he was low on stock back at his home. He is looking at a section of hand soaps, scanning for the type he typically bought. It must say “antibacterial” on the bottle— he likes the assurance that it actually cleans his hands. He’s kind of a germaphobe. And, cleanliness is close to godliness, as the saying goes.

Then he hears a familiar voice.

“Hey, you!”

He turns his head and his eyes widen slightly when he sees you in a casual outfit. You have a shopping basket hanging on your arm, but he’s not nosy enough to peer down at the contents. Besides, he’s more interested in finally seeing you. A flurry of emotions fill him and he straightens his posture, smiling softly.

“Oh…! Hi there,” he says as he tilts his head slightly. “Um… how have you been?”

You sigh a little, shaking your head.

“Busy with work. A little stressed out, to be honest. I’ve been kind of lazy on my days off, so I haven’t been doing much… I’m low on some stuff, so I decided to come and get what I need.” Your eyes drag over his outfit and he gulps softly. “This is the second time I’ve seen you in casual clothes. Sometimes I forget you’re not just a priest, John.” A grin reveals your shiny teeth, and John rubs the back of his neck.

“Oh, of course. Even the man under the uniform is still just a man at the end of the day, after all.” He chuckles a little, feeling bashful and nervous to be in your presence. The urge to hug you is so overwhelming that he nearly jumps out of his skin to do so. But of course he reigns it in.

A clear of his throat, and then he speaks.

“You’re looking well, at least. I’m glad for that. Spring has been lovely so far, hasn’t it?” Damn, why isn't he just telling you he wants to talk again? To simply figure out what the two of you want? Why is he so damn nervous and scared? Maybe not scared, but…

It’s too confusing. Just a little smitten teenager. He’s thirty five, not sixteen.

Luckily, you move along in the conversation with ease, perking up considerably.

“Yeah, it is! I feel like this year the flowers and trees are so much brighter than last year. I think the city has done some more work around the town— plus the parks have been enhanced with new flora. I like it. Speaking of parks… There's one by my place that I’ve been wanting to visit now that the weather has been so nice. I mean, I’ve only been there once so far. It’s big and I didn’t get to explore most of it… but I think I’d like to go again to look around thoroughly. It would be better with some company, though.”

Oh damn. Is that an invitation? Maybe? John puts on a collected demeanor and raises a brow. He better play it cool.

“Company, you say? Well, that sounds great. I’m sure your friends would enjoy going with you.”

He blinks when he sees you giggle.

“Them? Probably not. They prefer the indoors. But I was thinking of going with you, if you’re up for it.” You make the suggestion with a pretty flutter of your lashes.

He’s so gone.

“Well— I— ahem… um, I’d love to go with you.” He replies with a crooked smile. Damn, he stammered a little. But you only find it endearing.

“Yeah, sounds good! It’s the one near the university. If you want to come along, meet me there this Saturday afternoon at, say… noonish?”

When he nods silently, seemingly entranced, you flash him a sweet smile and then reach past him, your arm brushing his midsection (which causes his stomach to flutter) and you pluck out a bottle of soap. You put it in your basket, send him a wink, and stride down the aisle to disappear around the corner.

Wow. You’re so cute. He can’t believe that he’s going to go on a date with you.

Wait a moment. Is it really a date? Surely it is, right? Or maybe a casual hangout? Well, he supposes it doesn’t matter… he’s just glad he’ll be enjoying your company in a casual manner, outside of church or sexual encounters.

John glances at where the place of the now missing bottle was before looking at the ones behind where it used to be. Oh! It was one of the exact brands he was specifically looking for, right down to the very scent and the fact it was antibacterial.

Some part of him feels touched that he is the same as you in this mundane way. Even if it is just for a preference for soap.

He’s down bad, isn’t he…

————

When Saturday rolls around, John dresses casually, but in a put together manner. Well, it’s not like he’s rarely put together. He always makes sure his appearance is neat and hygiene is well maintained. But he still can’t help but feel more self aware when he’s going out for personal outfings. Priestly appearance is second nature to him, so he’s rarely concerned over that and has found it easy to keep that in perfect order. If there’s anything his studies taught him during his journey toward priesthood, it’s that appearances certainly matter when it comes to portraying the essence of God and making a good impression on the parish or anyone else a priest may interact with. Of course vanity is impure, but an elegant demeanor is imperative.

The drive to the park is one filled with both excitement and trepidation. He can’t contain his nervousness. He has half a mind to stop at a corner store to buy a pack of cigarettes since he threw his last pack out, but decides against it. He made the choice a week and a half ago to stop smoking. It’s not like he had been a heavy smoker throughout his life— he mostly picked it up around the time he was 29, and had smoked on and off through the past few years. But when he gets sucked into it, it’s a bad habit to break and he once got hung up over it for a while, having a handful of cigarettes a day when things had been particularly stressful. He doesn’t want to get to that point again.

You had mentioned to him that you thought it was sexy when a guy smokes. He’s still a little confused over that. Maybe he can bring it up today when he has the chance, because he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea about him. It would be too embarrassing— he’s definitely not a fiend.

He parks his car and then leans back in his seat, having to take a moment to steel his nerves. Inhaling a deep breath. Holding it for several seconds. Exhaling if out.

He slumps onto the steering wheel, gripping it tightly. Get yourself together, John!!! Be an adult!!!

He sits up straight and shuts off the car. Unbuckle seatbelt. Open door. Step out, close door, lock car. Stand there and hesitate a moment.

Okay.

He’s got this.

Oh shit. Did you mention a specific spot to meet him at? He didn’t even ask!! Idiot… now what is he going to do if you spend so much time looking for him and he can’t find you? Damn. But maybe just staying near the main entrance will be okay? He leans against his car, crossing his arms as he sends his gaze toward the park, taking in the scenery. You were right— it’s very beautiful and there are a lot of vibrant trees and flowers. This park sometimes holds fairs or festivals once in a while. It has plenty of things to observe and enjoy, such as a variety of plant species, bird species, tea gardens and ponds, a few hiking trails, and more. He has been here before, a few years ago, for a fundraising event that Father Allred led. John had been helping him and it was a lovely day.

Lost in thought, John suddenly notices something nearing him. He turns his gaze and sees you, a bright smile on your face and a shine in your eyes. As his heart thuds faster in his chest, he perks up and sends the same expression to you. Damn, you look so cute. But you always do.

“Hi, John. Sorry, I didn’t mean to kill your vibe. The cool guy act was cute though. I had to take a moment to observe you.” You laugh a little and he can feel slight warmth in his cheeks.

“Oh, don’t mess with me,” John says with a chuckle, pushing off of the car and standing tall. His eyes rake over your outfit (very nice-looking) before looking into your eyes. “It’s great to see you. I had thought I’d have to go around searching for you. But it seems like you found me first.”

“I certainly did. Come on, let’s walk!” You gesture for him to walk by you as the two of you make your way through the entrance.

As you and John walk through the park, he listens intently as you apologize for the absence from his life. Medical appointments, visiting family out of state, vacation with friends… he understands completely that you have a life and he’s happy you’re doing well, happy and safe. He’s not upset anymore about the lack of contact. Besides, neither of you have each other's numbers. So there’s that. He feels relieved that you weren’t absent on purpose, that he wasn’t the one that drove you away. It’s like a heavy weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he can breathe clearly again.

It’s a romantic setting, walking the path with healthy flowers on either side. Vivid shades of red, blue, pink, purple, a variety of species in all kinds of shapes and sizes. Large trees that are clearly thriving, bright green grass which reflects under the sun in small ripples of the breeze… this place radiates a sweet serenity that soothes any anxiety he feels near you. There are children playing at a playground with parents dutifully watching, and other people striding along the paths. Bees and butterflies floating from one flower to another, and woolly clouds in the sky. A perfect spring day.

And he has you all to himself.

When you ask about what he’s been up to, he replies honestly.

“Nothing interesting. Well— nothing out of the ordinary. My typical duties. I’m just a boring old man.” He says, which elicits a laugh out of you. He almost tenses up when you hug his arm, feeling a jolt of excitement (wholesome excitement, mind you) and a slight swoon. He almost turns to the side to make a fist pump of victory, but holds it in. He feels like such a dweeb.

And when he looks back at you to see you nuzzle his upper arm, he thinks he might explode.

You, on the other hand, can’t control your affection for him. Internally, you have admitted to yourself days ago that you missed him. More than you did in the past. You’ve felt a little bad for tormenting him and being mean to him from time to time (then again he did enjoy it) but still. Not to mention that you hadn’t reached out to him, much less even visited the church here and there. It’s true, you have been quite busy these days. But seeing him again just makes you happy, like you don’t want to let him go.

So as you cling to his arm and nuzzle it, rubbing your cheek on his bicep through his shirt, you feel a sense of satisfaction. You hope he can call you “baby” again in the future, but not only when you’re fucking him out of his mind.

But definitely when you’re fucking him out of his mind. Heehee.

For now, however, you’re content to enjoy the scenery and make good conversation with John, basking in his company and the beauty he displays in appreciating life and the world around him.