(Genuinely love this idea. Idk if I did it justice or will add more. [ftm priest’s son (reader) w/ rugged outlaw] tw: religion, age gap, non con, gun)
Your family had lived in the same town since you were born, the run down western types where it’s all desert and cattle as far as the eye can see. Similarly your gender identity felt just as deserted, you’d known for years that you were a boy but you didn’t really know what to do about it. So naturally you’d gone to your father to ask for guidance from God, it didn’t go well but it definitely could’ve gone worse. Of course your parents freaked out at first, both because they didn’t understand and they worried for your safety. But eventually they realized there was nothing they could do, God must’ve designed you like this and it would be wrong to persecute you for following God’s path.
That had been about five years ago, you’d cut your hair short and (because of your father’s wishes) started studying to become a priest like him. You didn’t mind following in his footsteps, you didn’t plan on getting married or having sex, plus it felt oddly gender affirming to follow this path since only men could become priests. Of course you still got odd looks from some of the townsfolk but most didn’t care, chalking it up to just another thing that happens in the West when societal norms aren’t at the forefront of life.
You’d heard (more like eavesdropped) that there’d been some trouble in neighboring towns, something about an outlaw wreaking havoc. Apparently it wasn’t even a gang, it was one man with an atrociously high bounty on his head by coppers and other outlaws alike. He sounded really dangerous and part of you wanted nothing to do with this mystery man, but another part was intrigued, there were so many different types of masculinity out there and you’d never met an outlaw before. But you forced it to the back of your mind, you needed to focus on doing your best to become a priest, when your dad dies you’re going to need to be qualified so no one can question your stature.
It was just another day, it was hotter than you’d like but it’s not like you could control the sun. You were walking around town, delivering milk with pamphlets for your father’s church (yes this is something that actually used to happen, let me live). Now you’ve always been a bit clumsy and spacey but it never really spelled trouble for you, until today when you somehow ran face first into a horse’s shoulder.
“You should watch where you’re going, being a pretty boy won’t stop a horse from tramplin’ ya.” You heard a deep scratchy say from on top of the horse. You peered up, wincing at the sun that was just over his shoulder, from what you could make out he was pretty broad with tanned skin and a beard. “Oh I’m really sorry about that mister! I was just out delivering pamphlets and such.” You attempted to make your voice sound deeper than usual, a nervous habit that surfaced when you’re around other men. “You’re just lucky that she doesn’t spook easy or you’d have a hoof in your skull.” He grumbled making you shift awkwardly, were you supposed to do something more than apologize? You’d never seen him before and his accent made it obvious that he was from out of town.
“Actually since you’re from around here I need ya to show me to the nearest inn. Got it or is that too much for you lad?” You were a bit surprised by the demand but what could be the harm? And he was right, you were lucky he was on a calm horse or you would’ve been toast. You nodded, immediately leading him through the town, pointing out different shops, the saloon, even boasting about your father’s church up on the hill. Eventually (although not really since it was a small town) you showed him the inn and tied his horse’s reins up for him, that’d be the gentlemanly thing to do right? He had hopped off his horse and now you could see him properly, he was a decent amount taller than you and definitely older, he looked only a bit younger than your father. But other than that he looked like a cowboy, maybe a bit run down, but a cowboy nonetheless.
He tossed the sack that he’d had tied to the horse’s hide at you before walking inside. You didn’t think you’d ever met someone so rude before. Scrambling inside after him you waved that the receptionist, she had a worried look on her face but you couldn’t place why. “I’m taking a room for the night, feed my horse.” He said gruffly, tossing a couple coins on her desk. “You could probably stand to be a bit nicer mister. Margret didn’t do nothing to you.” You suggested while climbing up the stairs behind him but that just earned you a glare over his shoulder. He showed you to the room he was staying in and you put the sack down by the door, you wondered what was in it since he seemed to travel light for a cowboy.
“Well I’m glad I was able to help you out mister! Even if you don’t stay long you should come visit my father’s church.” You said, painfully relieved that your awkward interactions were finally over. However, when you reached for the door handle you heard the distinctive click of a pistol. “You are one of the most naive boys I’ve ever met in my damn life. Now come here and sit your sweet ass on this shitty little bed.” He demanded, your heart was pounding, was he really pointing a gun at you? Why? Had you done something to piss him off? You slowly turned around and yes, he was fully pointing his gun at you, but he also looked absurdly calm, almost lazy. So obviously you sat on the bed, your shaking hands clasped together in your lap.
“You’re a religious lad right? Puttin’ your faith in God instead of your own hands?” He asked mockingly, hooking your rosary around the nozzle of his gun. You nodded, keeping your eyes trained down at your hands. Your mind was racing, how could you get out of this alive? Who even was this dude? “Good, I’m a bit pent up. Ain’t been able to fuck somethin’ for a while now. So you’re going to lay back and take me up that tight ass until I’m all your stupid little brain can think of.” He said, grinning at how you stiffened at his cocky words. “Please sir you don’t understand, I can’t do that.” You choked out, refusing to stutter like some damsel in distress but your voice was progressively getting higher. He scoffed, pressing his gun into your chest until you were forced to lay back.
“Can’t or won’t? Cause I assure you that I don’t give a flying pig’s ass about no vows you’ve taken.” He growled, and much to your dismay before you could stop him he practically ripped apart your pants and underwear. And froze upon seeing your naked crotch, this was what you wanted to avoid, you immediately closed your legs and mumbled prayers hoping that he wouldn’t kill you right there. “Shut that pathetic mumbling up. Let me see if my eyes are deceivin’ me or do you’ve got a clam nestled in this legs.” He snapped, pulling open your legs so wide that you didn’t have the strength to try and shut them again. He let out a long whistle seeing your plump boypussy on display, glancing up at your face he snickered. Your eyes were squeezed shut with your clasped hands pressed to your mouth.
“Oh no no sweet cheeks, that won’t do. I want you staring into my soul while I take everything from you.” He sarcastically admonished, but instead of trying to force open your eyelids he flicked your clit. Hard, like really hard, making your eyes shoot open as you let out a yelp as he chuckled. “Does your daddy ever let you touch this needy boypussy or is that a no no?” He mocked, cracking open your plump lips with his thumbs. “Don’t answer that, I know the answer. Just look at the tight cunt, begging to get pounded by a cock.” He snickered, undoing his pants, you glanced at the gun he’d put on the nightstand but it was too far for you to reach. You opened your mouth to try and beg but before you could utter a word he ripped off your rosary and shoved it in your mouth. “You’re gonna suck on these beads while I pound this cunt, thinking about how you’re betraying dear old daddy and the man upstairs.” He snarled, rubbing his cock against you. How was that supposed to fit? Was it bigger than average? Thicker? You didn’t know, you’d never seen a cock before and now one was about to enter you.
(Lwk gave up a bit, should I continue?)
