After the priest caned my behind and fucked me with his holy seed my libido seemed to simmer down for quite a few weeks. I was truly tested at the laundromat this morning seeing the hottest guys in their shorts and tank tops while folding their clothes. One in particular captured my attention. He was six feet one, a V-shape body wearing a white ribbed tank top that displayed his grapefruit sized biceps and massive chest. A head of curly dark brown hair, short trimmed beard with brown eyes. The noticeable lump in his loose blue running shorts. I stared at him while he folded his CK briefs and imagined him wearing them.
“Hey, faggot! What the fuck you looking at?”
I was startled out of my daydream and brought back to reality. I didn’t even realize my hand was squeezing my crotch.
”I’m sorry”, I said and blushed a shade of pink.
”Fucking pervert. I oughta kick your ass!”
I just looked away and saw everyone turn and look directly at me like a registered sex offender. The humiliation was making all my senses come alive. Yes, I enjoyed it and my dick was growing hard. I didn’t want to put my hand there to cover up my erection so I sweated and stared forward as my penis betrayed me.
”What the fuck? Does the idea of me kicking your ass turn you on queer boy?”
The hot jock took a few steps toward me.
“I uhhh, ummm. I mean, ummm”, I just couldn’t find any words to answer the question.
A woman screamed out from afar, “leave the faggot alone. It’s not worth your time!”
The jock grunted at me, balled his hand into a fist and punched it into the palm of his other hand.
“If I catch you looking at me again I’m gonna fuck you up, homo!”
I lost it, I softly moaned and creamed my sweatpants in front of him and everyone else. Seeing his fury and everyone else’s disdain sent me over the edge. The ridicule was more than I could bear.
The jock laughed, called me a fairy, took his clothes and left. Crisis averted, but after laundry was done I knew my lust for cock had taken over my mind. The fact that I orgasmed in public was not socially acceptable. I grew concerned I was engaging in more and more indecent behavior in public and teetering on the edge of actually being arrested for public decency. I needed help and needed it quickly.
I hailed a taxi and made my way to see the Priest once again. It was Saturday morning, there was a good chance Father would be in his office preparing for his Sunday sermon. I wasn’t going to waste a minute trying to hoof it on foot.
As I walked into the chapel desperate to find my Savior, a middle aged man walked out of the confessional and walked past me. It was fate. Father was already taking confession. I took a big sigh of relief and sat in the confessional booth and closed the door.
”Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.”
Father’s stern voice bellowed at me, “What would you like to confess, boy.”
”Father, I succumbed to lust this morning at the laundromat. I stared and watched a hot jock folding his underwear when he caught me he humiliated me in front of everyone and I was so excited I had an orgasm. I don’t know what to do anymore, Father, I can’t control myself.”
”Son, I’m surprised the police haven’t been called yet. You’re a filthy pervert. Yet, God forgives all his children and with the right treatment, we can see to it these twisted and sinful thoughts will be eradicated from your mind. What are you willing to do earn salvation for your soul young man?”
”Anything Father. I’ll do anything. I don’t want to go to prison. I just need your help.”
”This church welcomes all desperate and lost souls. This church, and I, are here just for this reason. With the faith in God, with faith in Jesus himself, there is hope for even a sick faggot such as you.”
”Thank you, Father. Oh thank you.”, I sobbed.
”That’s enough and don’t thank me just yet. We still need to see to your treatment. Now, stay right here and pray for forgiveness while I prepare for our session of healing.”
I sat in the booth alone with my thoughts for almost 30 minutes. When the Priest came for me, I grew frightened. Right there on the pulpit was a rotisserie, only it was so long, for a human being. There were also candles burning everywhere and the lights had been dimmed.
”Remove your clothes, boy.”, the Priest demanded.
i stepped out of my clothes and presented my naked body to the Priest. Father grabbed my wrists and marched me towards his contraption. He pushed me down and before I know it, my wrists rope tied to my ankles and I’m hanging there hog tied. Father places a large ball gag in my mouth.
”By the power vested in me, we begin to purge the homosexual demons from your soul!”
The Priest flipped a switch and I begin to spin very, very slowly, like a real live pig roast! My eyes opened wide when the flogger struck my chest on the upward rotation. Father’s eyes were steely as he took the flogger and hit me straight across my chest time and time again. I was screaming into the ball gag.
Father was undeterred by my screams. He reached over and placed a second flogger in his other hand and began to swing them around over my rotating body. I could feel the air move and the sound of them whirling around me before a series of blows landed wildly onto my body, striking my bound thighs, feet, and back and the onslaught continued on my front when I had spun upward. I was writhing around in my bounds to no avail. There was no escaping.
“Do not resist. This is God’s will. Sinner, you must endure!”
Again, Father mercilessly struck me with both floggers. My entire body was on fire and stinging terribly. Until he finally stopped.
The rotator was turned off and Father came over and rubbed oil onto my tingling body. Father had oiled up my ass and shoved a finger inside.
”just as I had suspected. Based on how loose your rectum is, I’m afraid you require more treatment. By the time we’re done here your asshole will be so tight even another Mary will think you a virgin.”
I tried pleading with Father through the ball gag. I had enough and was no li get thinking about cock.”
”Son, I know what best for you. Now you settle down. You think about the sacrifice Jesus made to save all of us!”
Once again I began a slow rotation and I nearly had a heart attack when the first drops of hot wax landed on my shoulder blade. The priest moved his arm up and down over my body, splashes of the dripping wax hitting me in all places.
“Jesus have mercy on this lost soul. God bring peace unto thee!”, the priest chanted over and over and then he dripped the candle wax on my balls and along my shaft. I was writhing again the pain exciting. Unbelievably, my cock began growing hard once again.
The priest grabbed my balks in his haves and yanked on them so hard until my dick deflated. Then he flogged my wax covered cock over and over again.
”Homosexual demons, I command you to depart this boy’s body! Depart Devil! I command thee to bring this boy peace!”
I went limp from the cock flogging, my cock and the rest of my body, defeated.
I stopped spinning around again and was now face up. The priest removed the ball gag from my mouth and looked down at me.
”Boy, there’s only one last thing I need to do to cure you.”
My body was literally burning, covered in burn marks from the wax, pink and red from the floggers, I couldn’t imagine there would be more.
”in order to keep the demon from reclaiming your soul there is just one more thing left for me to do, boy.”
I was panting, still recovering from the last 45 minutes of being a human whipping boy.
Father pulled his robe off and fished his cock from underneath.
”the seed of The holy Father, the Holy Ghost, and through me, must desecrate you. Let my holy juice rid your soul from temptation! Open your mouth boy! This is god’s will! Ugh, ugh, ahh! Father began painting my face with his cum and some landed on my tongue. With a quick downward turn of the rotisserie, Father planted his hands on the back of my head and began to empty more of his nut down my throat.
When he finished, I was untied and carefully set down on a chair.
”Our treatment is over now son. Go home and rest. Say 50 Hail Marys in the morning.”
I went home by taxi, caked cum in my face, dried wax all over my body, and some noticeable welts as well. It was all worth it, the last thing on my mind was someone else’s dick. At least for now…
