Penance

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just like to play with them.


“Forgive me father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession,” the mage began shyly, averting his eyes from the priest’s cool, flinty ones. This time the security blanket of the confessional booth was gone; the priest had insisted that he hear the mage’s confession in an unused Sunday school room instead. They sat several feet apart on one of the hard, wooden benches.


“Go on, my son,” the priest urged, keeping the eagerness from his voice. He loved hearing confessions, hearing the dark and scandalous details of others’ lives. Especially in cases such as this one, in which the confessor was as sweet, beautiful and humiliated as this mage boy was. The priest watched intently as a warm blush blossomed on the magician’s downcast face, long strands of chocolate brown hair falling over his dark eyes.


“Look at me and confess,” the priest ordered, firmly but gently, containing his excitement. The mage slowly dragged his face upward to meet the priest’s. He bit nervously at his full lower lip before haltingly beginning his confession.


“It’s… it’s… the wizard. My instructor, that is... I… he… we…”, the mage attempted before trailing off, squirming with discomfort at having to continue. The priest felt a shivering thrill race down his spine, not only at the discomfort and embarrassment of the (mostly) innocent and pretty little creature before him, but also at the images that stole unbidden into his mind of the mage on his back or bent over a desk, that same blush painting his face, tears popping from his eyes as he begged and moaned. The priest shifted and adjusted his robe.


The mage began to shift away uneasily as the priest crept closer, until he finally reached the edge of the bench. The priest’s hand took a firm grip on the magician’s chin, and tilted his face upward. The priest finally felt his control beginning to slip when he saw the beginnings of tears sparkling in the magician’s warm brown eyes. His breathing hitched slightly; boys were always so much prettier when they cried.


“I see”, the priest replied, tendrils of lust creeping into his voice, “He… touched you, didn’t he?” The mage trembled involuntarily as the priest’s other hand slid down the side of his neck, and back up again. The touch was so reminiscent of his instructor’s, that sensuous caress of his only exposed skin.


“Y-yes…” came the mage’s breathy response, painfully aware of the fact that he could now feel the priest’s rapid breaths cooling his burning cheeks. He knew how wrong it was to be feeling this way, to allow the priest’s touch the call to mind the delicious memories of the night before, especially in a church. He was glad the folds of his cloak covered his lap.


“And how did he touch you?” the priest panted, “like this?” He never gave the mage a chance to respond before closing the small distance between them and kissing his soft, rosy lips. The mage grunted in surprise, and he grasped the priest’s well-muscled shoulders as if to attempt to push him away. Their lips separated, barely, enough for the mage to gasp out, “…yes”.


“And like this?” This time the priest moved in more violently, one of his hands moving up to fist in the magician’s silky hair as he forced his tongue between his teeth. The mage squirmed more violently as he felt the priest taste the inside of his mouth. One of the mage’s soft leather-clad hands brushed over the exposed part of the priest’s chest, eliciting a small moan. With a final swipe of his tongue over the mage’s bruised lips, the priest awaited his answer. All he got was a barely perceptible nod.


“Answer me!” the priest growled as he moved in to drag his teeth and tongue down the mage’s throat.


“Ohhhyes… like that…” the mage gasped, head falling back, hands grasping the priest’s robe.


“Good boy,” the priest purred in his ear before nipping at the soft, creamy skin of his neck.




“Oh, but that wasn’t all, was it?” the priest continued maddeningly, his hand sliding down the mage’s chest and stomach to rest on the hard bulge of his crotch. A sinister grin touched his lips as he felt the mage’s hips lift into his touch. No answer was needed as priest continued to stroke the mage through his pants, feeling a growing wet spot. He sucked on his neck until a suitably dark bruise appeared, and then stood, looming over the flustered little mage.


“You’ve been very, very bad indeed. Severe penance will be required in order to atone for your sins of the flesh,” the priest said gravely, even as he unsubtly adjusted himself. The mage’s eyes widened slightly, and the sparkle of tears became a bit brighter.


“Stand up and take off your clothes,” the priest commanded huskily.
The mage hesitated but complied anyway, having no other alternative. He reached for the clasp of his cloak, and moments later it was pooled around his feet, revealing his slender build.


“Keep going,” the priest urged breathlessly as the mage tugged off his gloves and began to unbutton his shirt. Once the mage had pulled his shoes off, his fingers faltered on the buttons of his pants. He looked up pleadingly. The tears were so close now… so close.


“Don’t stop,” the priest panted, drinking in the sight of the mage’s smooth chest, the muscles showing their first signs of definition. The mage sucked in a deep, shaky breath and slid his pants down. His hands moved almost involuntarily in a feeble attempt to hide his almost painful erection.


“Kneel,” the priest’s next command cut sharply through the mage’s haze of embarrassment, and he instantly complied.


“Such a good boy,” the priest said approvingly as he unbuttoned his pants, “So obedient. You’ve been taught well.”


The priest hissed in a sharp breath as he grasped the base of his own cock, tugging it free of his pants. His hand once again found its way into the mage’s hair, guiding his face toward the head of his cock. The mage’s breaths were fast, almost panicky, as he felt the tip of priest’s cock brush over his parted lips. Tentatively, his tongue slipped out, lapping a drop of pre-cum from the head. The priest moaned encouragement, and he began to run his tongue over the rest of the priest’s ample erection. Finally, he slipped the head into his mouth and began to slide his mouth downward. He got about halfway when his jaw began to stretch painfully. Running his tongue along the underside, he slid his face back up to ease the pain.


The priest was reveling in the sight of the pretty little mage on his knees, eyes squinched shut in obvious discomfort; the softness of his lips and hot wetness of his mouth sending him spiraling higher. The mage slid his head down the shaft once more, painfully far, and this time the glitter of a tear caught the priest’s eye as it left a soft trail down the mage’s cheek. Roughly, he pulled the mage’s head away and stared; disheveled hair, flushed, tear-streaked face, pretty lips, soft, slender body and engorged cock. The priest greedily drank in every detail.


“On your back,” his next command lacked the force of the earlier ones, the priest’s control and resolve almost completely gone. All he could focus on now was how good it was going to feel to fuck the mage senseless, to make him scream.


The mage lay down on his cloak without protest, and the priest knelt between his legs. Without warning, he pushed two fingers into the mage, who cried out at the sudden, sharp penetration. He writhed as the priest slid his fingers in and out, faster and faster. At some point a third finger joined the first two, and the mage bit back a scream at the mixture of pain and pleasure. Shortly after the fingers disappeared and instead he felt the slick, blunt tip of the priest’s cock pressing into him. With one sharp movement of his hips, the priest thrust in as far as he could, feeling his balls flush against the mage’s firm ass. A scream ripped from the mage’s throat at the rough intrusion, and more tears slid from his eyes at the intense pain.


The priest used every ounce of his self-control to stop for a moment, to wait until the mage had relaxed at least somewhat. He closed his eyes against the far-too-alluring sight of the utterly submissive and humiliated magician, and took deep breaths, feeling the tight, warm bliss around his cock. It seemed an eternity before the mage relaxed slightly, and the priest began to move in short, hard strokes. Gradually, the mage began to push back, moaning softly with each thrust. The priest grabbed his ankles and pushed in even deeper, rapidly picking up the pace until he was snapping his hips forward with almost bruising force. Only the mage’s legs around his shoulders and a firm grip on his hips kept him from sliding back with the force of each thrust.


The priest felt himself slipping, could hear moans escaping with every breath. He continued his brutal pace and watched as the mage’s hand reached down to grasp his own cock, stroking it in time with the priest’s movements. The mage’s other hand was thrown carelessly above his head, which was tilted to the side, beautifully exposing the tendons of his neck.


The mage’s hand moved faster and faster over his cock, and small, breathy little moans began to escape his lips with each thrust. The sight and sensation were too much for the priest, and with a loud grunt he came violently, fingertips digging into the mage’s hips with bruising force as he rode out his orgasm. The mage continued to stroke himself, jaw muscles clenching moments before his body convulsed sharply as his own orgasm surged through him. He moaned deliciously as his semen splattered over his stomach and chest. Opening his eyes again, he looked shyly up at the priest through his mussed locks.


The priest slipped his softening cock out of the mage’s body before leaning down to lick the come from his abdomen. He then moved up for another kiss, and the mage squirmed slightly as he tasted himself on the priest’s tongue. Wiping his cock irreverently on the mage’s cloak, the priest made himself decent once again and re-assumed his wise, fatherly air.


“You have done penance and are absolved of your sins. You may go,” the priest said almost kindly, though his eyes were still filled with feral lust. The mage nearly tripped over himself in his hurry to dress and scamper away.


The priest smiled darkly, hoping the mage would make a habit of weekly confessions.