A few weeks after my last confession, lust-filled thoughts raced in my mind. I’d prayed for salvation from our Lord and hoped the priest had prayed the gay out of me. It just didn’t work.
I returned to the park where I’d met the Priest the day he caught me cradling my crotch lusting after him. On this particular day, I planned to sit in a blanket in a grassy area and read Hilary Clinton’s new book. I laid out my blanket, removed my shirt, donned my RayBan’s and began to read the first few pages.
Out of the corner of my eye I couldn’t help but notice a good looking gay couple laying out next to me. They were a younger blonde twink with his Daddy, a man in his 30’s, dark hair, beard, hairy chested, nice body. The twink was resting his head in his lover’s chest while twirling his chest hair in his fingers and the Daddy stroked the young blonde boy’s hair. They looked so restful enjoying the sun.
I imagined the younger man taking his man’s cock in his mouth and then I could almost picture him straddling his Daddy’s dick. Of course, none of these things were actually happening, but my imagination does get carried away very easily.
I dropped Hilary’s book at this point and sat up. My eyes began to wander the many sights before me. My gaydar was ticking in every direction and with it, salacious thoughts that were truly unholy. Unconsciously, or subconsciously, my hand traveled down my sweaty chest and over my loose shorts. I gripped my cock cage and when I looked down, a noticeable stain had formed in the fabric.
I chastised myself for lack of discipline. This was not at all what I had planned for the day. I was ashamed I’d been caught by the homosexual couple beside me groping myself while staring directly at them.
“Take a picture, it lasts longer!”, the twink shouted at me, causing other park goers to look in my direction. I blushed. I put my shirt back on, grabbed my things and decided I needed to go to confession right away. I had sinned again.
I marched quickly to the very same church where the Priest paddled and bred me. I needed another chance. I was almost sobbing with guilt and grief when I walked into the chapel.
As luck would have it, the Priest was still there putting things away after the Sunday service had ended.
“Tsk, tsk. Look at the state of you. Looks like someone needs another confession. Come on, stop sniveling and let’s get to it.”
The Priest briskly walked to his side of the confession booth as I stumbled after him.
“Go on, out with it. What brings you to confession today, son.”
“I’ve had lustful thoughts. I went back to the park today to read a book and I guess I wasn’t focused enough.”
“ And…happened, exactly?”
“I saw a stunningly handsome couple resting beside me, shirtless, and I began to imagine them having oral and anal sex right there. Then I saw other men in the park and began to imagine myself having sex with them, imagining what their cocks would be like in my mouth or up my butt. I was so excited, I began to grope myself, like I did when I first saw you. Then the couple caught me staring at them while I was groping myself. It was mortifying!”
“How do you know you were caught?”
“The twink yelled at me!”
“Did you like it when the twink, as you called him, yelled at you? How did it make you feel?”
“I blushed. I was embarrassed, but I liked being publicly shamed. It was such a rush. I hated that I liked it so much. I don’t understand why I enjoyed it? I’m a sinner. I know it.”
“Yes, yes, you are certainly that. That we know, the good Lord knows it, too. He sees everything. Son, the first step to salvation is acknowledging the problem. It is my opinion that another, far severe, form of discipline might help clear your mind from such vulgarity. You’ll begin to associate your filthy thoughts with pain and those thoughts will become redirected. It takes time to achieve a full cure, but we must start somewhere. I’m going to walk out of here and get a few things that I think will help you. I want you to walk over to the very same pew and be in the ready position. I want to see your naked and exposed ass. You understand me, boy?”
“Yes Father! I’ll do anything. Please help me!”
Father left for several minutes as I walked over to the front row church pew and removed my shorts. I bent over and exposed my ass as directed. It didn’t feel as awkward this time around. Jesus was still hanging in the cross behind me. He died for our sins. The very least I could do is take what I deserve for being such a sinner.
Father came back and at once I felt a sharp stinging pain on my buttocks. It was a thin wooden piece that just like hell.
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! SWAT!
I began to dance like a chicken from these swift and painful blows.
“Stay still while I cane you, boy! This is for your own good! Don’t fight it! We must beat the demon right out of you!”
SWAT! SWAT! SWAT! CRACK! THWACK!
The Priest went harder and faster in my bare buttocks over and over until I begged for mercy.
“Please Father! Please stop! I promise I’ll be better!”
An especially hard “THWACK” hit my ass and lit me up. I wailed like a child.
“Don’t make promises you cannot keep, son!”
My poor butt was hot like fire. I turned around and Father’s face looked insane. I tried to get away. Father grabbed my waist and held me down.
“That’s the devil in you still fighting me. Keep still!”
His hand smacked my already aching ass over and over again until my body went slack and I sobbed uncontrollably. It was an odd feeling of release, my body was tingling from the endorphin rush and my butt was throbbing.
Father began to caress my glutes.
“There, there, son. We may have excorcized the devil out of you this time. I could almost sense it leaving your soul. But there’s only one way to be truly sure.
I felt a finger slide into my butt hole.
“I’ve got full you with more holy seed. It’s truly the only way. The church has gifted me with His power to heal, to bring salvation to those who seek it, or need it.”
Father pulled his finger from inside me and now stood behind me.
“Turn around and face Jesus. Let him bless this holy act. Look into his healing eyes as I provide you with my blessed nectar.”
I felt Father’s turgid inches fill my searing ass up. I looked into Jesus’s caring eyes, hanging on the cross, and I smiled. I knew that with proper discipline, holy seed, prayer and His blessing, I’d be cured.
“Yes Father! Thank you, Father!” I began to accept his fuck and his big dick. “Please fill me! Breed me, Father!”
Father began to penetrate me harder encouraged by me welcoming his intrusion. He made the sign of the Cross across his chest as he readied to complete his undertaking.
“By the power vested in me I heal thee! Uuughhh ugggghhh! Flee demons! Vanish! Let the seed from my testicles rid thee of indecency!”
I could feel Father’s warm essence spread through me. For the moment, my mind cleared. I felt lighter. I felt hopeful.
“Thank you, Father! Oh Thank you!
I turned around and groveled at his feet. His dripping semi-hard cock dangling between his open zipper. I kissed it and lapped up more of his holiness.
“Yes son. Go on and fill your soul with more sacred fluid. Heal thyself!”
When I finished Father pushed his penis back into his trousers and I pulled up my shorts.
Father said a blessing over my head and kissed my forehead.
“Go son. Go with God. Flourish in the light.”
Just as I was about to leave, I noticed a nun walk into the chapel.
“Father Santino”, she said, “I witnessed one of God’s greatest miracles. You truly are an instrument of our blessed Lord helping wayward souls find their way. I’m truly inspired by your good work.”
I couldn’t agree more. Father knew exactly what I needed.
