While walking in Central Park this afternoon I was inspired to write three stories. I enjoy people watching, and part of the fun is incorporating them into stories. This will be the first installment of three; The Priest; The Thruple; and The Shirtless Runners.
I was strolling through the park on a beautiful, sunshine-filled morning in The Big Apple this afternoon enjoying all the sights. So many gorgeous men riding bikes, running, sunbathing, and walking dogs. The priest I observed was a dog owner. He was 6’3”, a very distinguished looked man, perfectly coiffed grey hair, stunning blue eyes, early 60’s, clean shaven and a stern look as he held his dog’s leash so expertly. He wore his vestments and white collar proudly, almost mocking all of other men who would dare to expose a body part on the warm sunny day. His gait commanded my attention as he walked upright and with purpose, his dog walking ahead in a perfectly matched gait and extremely well-behaved. There was something about him that I found so attractive, and I couldn’t control myself.
As he walked by me as I sat on the park bench, I imagined being under his command. My thoughts got the best of me, and I began to grope my cock cage under my shorts. The motion of my hand over the bulge in my shorts caught the priest’s attention. He stopped dead in his tracks and tugged on the dog’s leash causing the dog to sit on its hind legs.
I was not expecting that to happen. I froze.
”Do you think that was appropriate? Have you no decency?”, the priest shouted at me, causing other heads to turn in my direction.
”I’m sorry, Father”, I was turning a deep shade of red, ashamed I’d been caught by a man of the cloth.
”I doubt you are. Filthy sluts like you ought have the sins beaten right out of you. You’re a blight on our society. Can’t you see there are families enjoying their time here? I should take you back to the church this instant and drag you to confession!”
”I said I was sorry, Father. What more do you want from me?”
”You think sorry is enough? You’re corrupting our culture. Stand up. Come with me! We’re going to take care of this and salvage what’s left of your pathetic soul!”
A Hispanic woman sitting next to me pushed my back and said in a thick accent, “Go! He wants to help you, go!”
With everyone now staring at me I didn’t think I had much of a choice. It was public humiliation at its finest, and if my cock could grow a real erection, I’m sure I’d be fully erect. The experience was turning me on something fierce. I rose from the park bench and walked towards the priest.
”Follow me. Walk two paces behind me and keep up. Don’t ask me any questions. Do not speak until I give you permission. Don’t think for a minute you’re the first gay boy I’ve had to punish for public indecency!”
As he spoke his lips pursed in disgust. I was made to feel like I was the lowest life form he’d ever seen. I couldn’t look him in the eyes, I followed him as he and his dog kept walking and every so often he’d turn his head to check that I was behind him. Never mind that inside I was bursting with desire from this priest’s attention.
We walked into the office of a church. He unleashed the dog who immediately took to his dog bed, tired from the long walk.
“What is your name, boy?”
”Richard, Sir.”
”I’m doing to call you Dick while you are here today because you were acting like one at the park today. had I known how much you were enjoying the humiliation of being outed in a public setting, I would have made things far, far worse for you, Dick. Now, follow me. We’re going to deal with your crude behavior under God’s eye. Give you something to think about.”
We walked into the chapel of the small church and the priest stopped in front of the very first pew and spoke again.
”I’ve been dealing with perverted men like yourself for decades. Dick, I see you, God sees you. For what you are. We know you need to be saved from yourself.”
”Father, I’m not sure what you mean, but I think I need to leave. I promise, I will try harder to do better in the future.”
”Not so fast, Dick! I’m not done with you. Tell me, why were you staring at me in the first place? What motivated you to touch yourself as I was walking towards you?”
”I don’t know. I guess because I find you very attractive, Father, and I guess I touched myself hoping maybe you find me attractive, too.”
” So, you took hold of your penis, Dick. Go on you can say the word. We are both men here, but only one of us worthy to be in the Lord’s favor and that’s certainly not you, is it Dickie?”
I didn’t say anything. There was an awkward pause.
”Do you think I’m gay, Dickie? Did you grab your crotch because you thought you had a chance with me? I’m a priest, a man of God! What were you thinking?”
The Father’s voice grew louder and meaner. Like a ninja worrier, his right open hand struck me across the cheek.
My hand touched my cheek and I looked at the priest in disbelief.
“Men like you need discipline, Dickie, and I’m here to provide it to you. I’ve had my men in my possession, I’ve trained them all to be upstanding and well-behaved citizens, contributing to our society, not destroying it!”
The priest grabbed my shirt collar and pushed me over the church pew. He yanked my shorts and briefs down to my ankles and there I was bare-assed, in the chapel.
“Don’t you dare move. I’ll be right back. When I’m through with you, you’ll beg me to repent for your sins!”
In the moments I was alone, I closed my eyes and my they began to tear. How did I end up in this position? I thought maybe the priest was right. Maybe I do need to repent? Maybe I deserve to be punished for my bad behavior.
I was lost in my own head when I was startled back to my reality when the wooden paddle cracked down on my rear end.
“Repent, sinner!”, the priest yelled at me as the second smack landed on my cheeks.
I was howling from the stinging pain.
“Please Father! Please have mercy!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I began to jump and wiggle and continued to beg for the priest to make it stop.
“Back in position! Spread your legs! Keep those feet planted on the floor! Under His eyes, you are paying for your crimes to mankind. Take it like a man and salvation will come!”
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
As we approached the 10th strike I began to accept my fate and to lean into the punishment inflected upon me while I thought of Jesus hanging on the cross, dying for our sins.
I submitted my ass to his wrath and after I stopped counting and the priest had decided I’d had enough, my backside burned, I’m sure swollen, bruised, and deep shades of red and pink, if not purple.
I reached down to pull up my shorts thinking the priest was finished administering the Lord’s justice upon me.
“My son, we are not done just yet. I want to hear you beg the good Lord for your salvation.”
I began to mumble something about asking for salvation.
“Louder! I can’t hear you. God cannot hear you!”
I began to recite my prayer louder. Once again, my cock betrayed me and I began to drip seminal fluids.
“Does this turn you on, you pervert? Turn around and expose yourself to me!”
I slowly turned around as the priest hadn’t said anything about the chastity cage locked around my cock.
“Dick! You are a sick pervert, I knew it. I don’t even want to know how or why you’re wearing that thing! You’ve strayed far from the flock! I don’t think paddling is enough to get you back on the right path. No Dickie, I’m afraid we’re going to have to resort to something else. Turn around and get back into position!”
Once again, a fresh drop of clear fluid fell from my cock slit. I was desecrating the chapel!
I faced forward and heard the priest’s footsteps coming closer toward me. Once again I was caught by surprise, his cold hands spread my reddened cheeks apart and his cock rammed right up my butt hole. Without any warning, or any warm-up, my ass was on fire, the pain almost unbearable.
The priest held my hips in a vice grip as he cock hammered inside me, it wasn’t small, administering this form of religious justice. The priest grunted while thrusting deeply “I’m doing this for your own good. For your salvation. To save your soul!” I felt the priest’s cock grow harder as his body tensed and then I felt it jumping inside my tight sphincter, his seminal fluids filling me up.
The priest dismounted me and ordered me to pull up my shorts.
“It’s time for your confession, Dick!”
I followed the priest to the confessional and we spoke through the screen.
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
“Tell me, son. What was your sin?”
“I groped myself in public, Father. In front of families with children, in the hopes of bedding a hot priest. I realize now that was inappropriate and it won’t happen again.”
“The Lord forgives you, son. Say 3 Hail Mary’s and your soul will have salvation.”
“Thank you, Father.”
As I stepped out of the confessional, the priest followed me.
“Hey, Dickie, let me pray for you. Come here.”
I kneeled before the priest who said a prayer and then he dipped his hand in the holy water and placed his fingers on my forehead.
“Thank you, Father!”
“Dickie, the church is here when you need it.”
With that, the priest walked away, while his holy seed impregnated me with the Lord’s salvation.
