Page 8 of Gay Sex Club Collection

He slowly removed the blindfold, blinking as his eyes adjusted. His smile was that of a well-sated man. He walked gingerly to a door on the opposite wall from where David had exited. It was a private bathroom and changing room with an exit to lead Clarke out into a hall that would then allow him to leave the building unseen.

With the room now empty, I flipped a switch that would lock it down. No one could enter without an access card. I hit another button, alerting the cleaners the room was now vacated and awaiting their janitorial magic, then I filled in my job card, saying the job was complete, as per instructions.

Finally I hit the lights, sending the room into complete darkness. I left via my exit door, walked through the security-only area and into another security room behind mirrored glass. I sat in the chair, reading through my next membership scene card details, and waited for the show to begin.

Confessional

The room was set up with what was a pretty damn good replica of a priest’s confessional. Whether the owners had outsourced it from an actual church, I didn’t know. The confessional box was facing me, where I sat behind my mirrored window, and the man sitting on the left-hand side of the box had his head down. His breaths were deep and peaceful, and he seemed completely at ease.

His head was bowed. His black trousers and long-sleeved shirt matched the color of his hair. And when he looked up, his white clerical collar was a stark contrast to the darkness.

If he was an actual priest or role-playing, I didn’t know.

I didn’t care.

The door to the right opened and a man stepped quietly inside. It must have taken him a moment to get used to the low lighting, because he squinted a little as he looked around the room.

The priest inhaled deeply, his anticipation showing in his shaky, but calculated exhale. “Come in. Sit down.” His voice was low and rumbling, kind but authoritative.

He sounded like a real priest.

The man did as he was told, slipping into his side of the booth, unseen by the priest.

The priest gave him a moment to sit down. The silence and anticipation were clearly a part of his play, because the room was electric. I could almost feel it through the glass. “What brings you to see me today?”

“Father, forgive me, for I have sinned.”

A flicker of a smile ghosted across the priest’s lips. “What have you done?”

“I’ve been having impure thoughts… of other men.”

The priest inhaled sharply. “Tell me of these… thoughts.”

“I dream of them naked. I kiss them. They kiss me. I touch them.”

“Do you let them touch you?”

“Yes.”

The priest paused. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Where do they touch you?”

“Everywhere. I like it when they touch my….” The man swallowed hard. “I like when they touch my cock.”

“Sins of the flesh are hard to deny,” said the priest. Then he leaned back in his confessional box and palmed his dick. “Do you touch these men in return?”

“Yes.”

“And that pleases you?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me what you do to them?”

“Father?”

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