Page 35 of Gay Sex Club Collection

The Priest moaned. “You are quite the sinner.”

“I need to atone for my sins, Father.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes.” The man nodded hard. “If it pleases you.”

The Priest smiled, and with a single finger, he lifted the man’s chin. “Open your mouth and you shall receive.”

He opened his mouth wide and flattened his tongue, then slowly closed his eyes.

The priest took a firmer hold of the man’s jaw and put the head of his cock on the man’s tongue. The Priest’s voice was low and gruff. “May this consecration of the body obtain for all who receive it, redemption.”

And then he pushed his cock into the man’s mouth. He moaned loudly, his lips quickly sucking him in. The Priest took a fistful of the man’s hair and guided him until his balls were on the man’s chin. “Oh, you sin so good.”

The man swallowed around him, and the Priest groaned before pulling out quickly. He roughly grabbed the man’s chin between his finger and thumb. “You aren’t to drink from me until you are repentant.”

“Yes, Father,” the man said. “I need to repent the sins of my body.”

“Mmm.” The priest put his hand on the kneeling man’s head. “Last week did you feel absolved? Did I cleanse your body and mind of all impure thoughts?”

“Yes, Father.”

“Yet, you continue your wicked ways.” The priest pulled back the man’s head by his hair. “Do you need purification or punishment?”

“Both, Father,” the man whispered. “Punish me so I may be pure.”

“Very well. Strip from your clothes.”

The man rose to his feet and did as the priest said, though he was quick to stand with his feet apart, his hands behind his back and his head bowed.

“I will not show mercy,” the priest whispered.

“I am grateful,” the man answered.

“Get onto the middle of the bed. On your knees and face the cross.”

The man did as he was told, and still wearing his priest clothes with just his cock hanging out, the priest slicked his rigid length with lube. He knelt on the bed and moved into position behind the man. The priest slicked the man’s ass and lined his cock up at his hole and gripped his hips with both hands. “Penitent,” the priest called him. “I will fill your body, your soul. You will take me, all of me, and your body will drink what I give you to wash away your sins.”

Then he pushed his cock into him, in one hard thrust. The man cried out and almost fell forward, but the priest was quick to put one arm around his chest and keep him in position.

On his knees, facing a cross.

And just as he said, he showed no mercy. He fucked him hard.

The priest kept the man’s back against his chest and relentlessly slammed up into him. “Look at how you take a cock.”

The man moaned and arched his back, pushing his ass back for more, and he jacked his own cock. “Oh, F-f-f-father,” he stammered with every pounding. “Fill me.”

The priest pushed the man forward then, and he fell onto all fours. “On your hands and knees.” The priest never stopped fucking. “Show me how sorry you are.”

The man gripped the bed sheets in one hand and kept jerking his cock with his other. He lowered his head so he was almost bowing down in front of the cross. His ass raised high and filled with cock, he moaned long and loud. “I’m sorry, Father.”

The priest slammed into him. “You will take your penance. You will take every drop.”

The man cried out, “Yes, Father,” as he came, his cum painting white stripes on the bed.

The priest gripped the man’s hips and slammed into him again as he came deep inside him. He grunted as he emptied his cock in the man’s ass, buried in as far as he could be. Eventually he slowed, with a few final thrusts as his orgasm subsided. He pulled out of him and got off the bed. “Suck me clean,” he demanded.

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