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@leporineadam
Temptation via Confession
Hello! My name is Rabbit you can also call me Adam! I’m 22 and a bisexual punk & emo as fuck transgender man (he/him), sometimes I’m a Butch fagdyke, T4T but others are welcome! I made this so I wouldn’t be flooding my main @boybunnybait with roleplay and specifically religious kinks
I’m just here to tempt my local pastors
DNI: Pedos, Ageplay, Minors, Racists, and Transphobes (standard affair) if you have no age in your bio I am blocking youuuu
spanking a priest with a crucifix, hard, leaving cross shaped bruises on his skin. every time he sits down for the next few days, he remembers how unholy he truly is.
I'm so needy. I can't stop thinking about getting tortured by all my mutuals when lent is over.
4 priests all holding me down and forcing me to be the outlet for their pent up desires and making fun of me 😵💫
Make me suck each of you off to completion, make me wear a chastity belt just so I have to know the pain of not receiving pleasure, use a ruler on my ass until it's covered in bright red stripes in hopes to teach me a lesson. 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
I'm such a teasing minx, I shouldn't be allowed to get away with it unpunished.~
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"Mmph" Thomas grunts into the black fabric of your hoodie and spreads his thighs more for a better grip on himself.
The degenerate brought your hoodie to work with him so he could get some stress relief in his office, it's all he has left.
All of your constant teasing and hurried casual relations became a bad habit for the priest, now that you're gone he can only relive it through his own hands and whatever he steals when creeping around your home. So far he has this hoodie and some underwear from the gym bag in your car.
It doesn't take much, ten slow pumps and digging his thumb into his piercing for some much deserved pain is all it takes for the Father to spill all over his fist with a whimper.
Something has to give... Or he is going to start taking.
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As the man stood up, and pressed me against the table, I let out a quiet gasp. My body felt cold as our foreheads touched, an act of intimacy that frightened me coming from him.
I bite my lip as I stare at his eyes. But defiance still rests heavy on my tongue.
“Until what gets out? What did I see in that book, Father?” My nose wrinkles as I speak. That’s really the reason I’m back, aren’t I. The mystery.
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"Mmph" Thomas grunts into the black fabric of your hoodie and spreads his thighs more for a better grip on himself.
The degenerate brought your hoodie to work with him so he could get some stress relief in his office, it's all he has left.
All of your constant teasing and hurried casual relations became a bad habit for the priest, now that you're gone he can only relive it through his own hands and whatever he steals when creeping around your home. So far he has this hoodie and some underwear from the gym bag in your car.
It doesn't take much, ten slow pumps and digging his thumb into his piercing for some much deserved pain is all it takes for the Father to spill all over his fist with a whimper.
Something has to give... Or he is going to start taking.
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It wasn’t long until the rabbit found his way. Walking closer to the church buildings. It had been long enough, more than a week. And he decided that whatever he saw, whatever the priest did- it couldn’t have been that bad.
And he honestly wanted to see him again.
Father Thomas heard a knock on his door.
Fuck.
"Oh, ah- One second!"
Thomas hurries to throw his tissues in the bin under his desk, and flings open his bottom desk drawer to hide the sweatshirt inside after folding it (poorly)
You can hear shuffling from behind the door as he does all this and when he answers the door he sounds a little breathless too?
"Ye-" his faux smile widens into a genuine grin and you're immediately pulled into a bear hug.
That's quite the opposite reaction to your visits before- And once the priest pulls back he's carefully checking your wrist for the bruise he left there.
It's gone. Good. Once he's satisfied Thomas steps aside so you can enter the office.
"How have you been? I'm so glad you decided to return. Ah-" he notices the skepticism written on your features and tilts his head "Is something wrong?"
I gasp a bit as the Priest tugs me in. At first my body tenses before calming. With a shaking breath I smile.
“Uh- hey, Father.“ He moved to sit down. Surely I was shaking from the cold, I wore a slightly thinner jacket today.
“No, um- I’ve just not been feeling great.” I lean back, the smell of weed still lingered on my boots as I kick them back on the table. “I missed our lessons.”
Thomas' smile falters as he gets comfortable and for once he doesn't nag you to get your boots off of his desk.
Reading people is his job, and right now you still seem afraid of him- It makes his chest heavy and he purses his lips slightly in thought while opening his thoroughly bookmarked Bible.
"You can slide your chair closer, there's no way you can read from over there." He watches you hesitate and it stings more; you used to just plop yourself in his lap some days and now it's... This.
He can do better. He can be better.
Once you move closer he smiles sincerely and uses his pencil to tap the passages starting line so you know where to follow along "I believe we left off here, right at 1 John 1:8-9. If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."
It's a nice verse... But the black fabric peeking out of the bottom drawer of the Father's desk feels familiar.
Black is such a common clothing color these days, especially for a priest. Probably a spare shirt or something.
And one more thing, his body language is more inclined to face you now compared to every visit before... It's as if the angry man from two weeks ago never existed.
I do not move, but my eyes do dart to the hoodie in his drawer. Sure anybody could have a black shirt- but I know the hoodie my fucking boyfriend made for me. I raise my brow before looking back at him, letting him finish the passage.
Then I stand, my boots hitting the floor as I circle to the other side of the table. Maybe I left that here, maybe his notebook meant nothing, and the bouquet was in good faith.
It’s slowly starting to matter less.
I sit on his side of the desk and place my boot against his seat- right at the space between his legs. My hand grabs the hoodie and tugs it out of the drawer. Then I pull it on. It’s very clearly big for me- like it originally wasn’t mine.
“Cool.” I speak quietly. “Do you claim to be without sin, father?”
The hoodie vaguely smells like the Father's favorite brand of cigarettes and his cologne, he was obviously huffing it like an animal before you got here.
He chokes up and his face turns red under his glasses. "Uh-" his eyes wander up and down your figure shamelessly and he has to look away with a nervous laugh "I would never claim such a thing- To be sinless is calling yourself perfect; and that's ah.."
The toe of your boot pressing into his crotch makes him pant and grip the edge of the desk with a nervous smile "...A sin." He gathers the courage to meet your eyes and feels a deep shame from the knowing look in your eyes.
"...What are you implying."
It smelt so much like him- I really had to hide how much it turned me on. Whatever this dude was planning it’s clear I was truly needed.
“I don’t know. What do you think I’m implying?”
I pull my pen from my pocket before taking a deep drag. I drag the man’s chair closer with just my foot. Then tilted my head.
“Something wrong, father?”
"n..no it's..."
Thomas closes his thighs and tries sliding back in his seat, but there isn't much room for him to get away from your boot on his growing erection
This is the same kind of bratty behavior that got you bruises last time. He clears his throat and "Where do you get off on this? You disappear for weeks, leave me worried sick-" Thomas tries standing as his indignation builds, only to whine and sit when it puts more pressure on his crotch "Mnh..."
A good priest would have kicked you out by now... There's nothing more to corrupt here, just something to break.
And oh has he been waiting for it
"Rabbit... I must ask you to remove your boot. This is innapropriate." He tries one last time for some control
I rest my check in my hand as I watch him struggle. “You knew where I was father. You couldn’t have been too worried when you dropped those flowers off…” where does he get off? Hm maybe the knowledge now that he might be able to do anything and this dude might be actually obsessed with him.
“You don’t like it? Move it then.” I tilt my head, pulling another long drag from my pen.
“Come on, father. You were so big and strong last time. I know you aren’t helpless.” I wiggle my foot, rocking my boot against the cloth.
i think stitching up someone’s wounds is erotic, especially if it’s self harm. literally fixing you, kissing your cuts shut, promising that no harm will come to you. jerking off to your pained tears later
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It's your turn for communion, finally.
When you kneel down for it Thomas smiles at you and offers his hand for you to take the wafer from him. It's a little smaller than usual?
His eyes wander over your waiting tongue for a second before he places the wafer down gently atop it and gently closes your jaw so you swallow it... Which was odd- But whatever! He was gentle and it felt nice.
It washes down easy with some blood of Christ and you're done, someone else steps up for their turn and you get to sit back down in the pews with a yawn.
...
By the end of service you can barely keep your eyes open, and all of your movements are sluggish- How the hell are you supposed to drive home like this? Or even stand up?
A quiet drawl rumbles from over you as a hand rests on your shoulder "Hey kid... you alright?"
Of course not!! You shake your head no and a whine bubbles out, the Father seems safe enough so you hug his arm to your chest.
"Poor thing, c'mon-" he helps you up and keeps an arm draped around your back as you both walk down the aisle "You got narcolepsy or something?" He asks rhetorically; of course it's not narcolepsy... He slipped you a clonidine.
They only take thirty minutes to kick in and it's not as intense as a roofie.
He looks down at you as you're nodding off and chuckles "You can rest on my office chaise, I'd hate for you to have an accident on the road."
Your sleepy apologies make him smirk as he continues down the hall, subtly pulling you closer into his side as you near the office. "I have to work late tonight anyways, it's no sweat." He opens his office door and watches as your eyes begin to droop.
"Poor thing." He mutters mostly to himself as he's practically dragging you to the sofa now; when you won't let go of him he fakes a sigh to play things up and then sits down with his arm still around you
"Alright... Fine. Quit your pawing-"
It's getting hard for him to pretend now that you're fully clinging onto him and pressing your nose into his neck to whine, he shudders and slides his hand up to the nape of your neck to silently encourage it.
"Y... you're touchy, huh?" He swallows thickly as one of those curious drug emboldened hands stop over his bicep to squeeze it timidly.
What kind of priest lifts?
Another noise pulls itself from the back of your throat when he starts unironically petting you, it feels so good you can't help but moan quietly and nuzzle closer.
Thomas chokes a little. This wasn't his plan at all- You were supposed to just knock out so he can have his way! Now he's stuck here as... Well if you don't stop pressing closer he'll be a nice seat soon.
He bites his lip and gives up, tugging you into his lap and flinching when your arms go around his neck like they belong there.
"J...just go to sleep already." He cuts his eyes away shamefully with burning in his cheeks.
You would but... The Father's thighs are pretty muscular too. What the hell does he do in his free time?
"h...hey-" Thomas sucks in a sharp breath when he feels your hips squirming back and forth to enjoy the bulk, his free hand instinctively comes up to your hip like he's more experienced than he lets on
Just a little more... A little longer...
"f..fuck" he groans and begins guiding your clumsy movements "Don't tell a soul about this.. got it?"
You nod sleepily against his neck and continue, soft breaths fan over the priests' collar as your body takes its sweet time finding it's peak
"Oh, oh someone's close..." Thomas chuckles huskily and tilts your chin up so he can see the dumb expression on your face "Puppy gonna cum? Huh?"
Your first words since getting drugged earlier finally tumble out in a slur "y..yes Father."
The pressure on your core intensifies when he purposefully pushes his leg up for you so the angle works better, that seems to do it and that white hot coil finally springs open
He huffs and fists his hand tighter in the back of your hair, the other still firmly on your hip while you clumsily hump out your orgasm with pathetic moans "fuck.. fuck such a good puppy... I've got you. Easy there-"
I wait until you've stopped rocking against me to begin rubbing circles on your back "Better?"
"m.. mhm."
"Good." He guides your head back to his shoulder and smiles when you go limp against him once again for a well deserved rest.
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@blasphemous-mutt @leporineadam
What is the matter, little lamb? Having doubts again? Let me put your fears to bed and show you heaven exists. Allow me to stroke your cock until you're calling out for god. Let me make you cum so furiously that you see the white lights of heaven, and you're drenched in the sweat of divine ecstasy. We can do this for as long as it takes to chase away those doubts of yours.
I bet the back of his throat would feel so nice squeezing around my cock right now
Dreaming of a holy man who is infatuated with me but utterly ashamed of it. Praying to God above every night that he'd lose interest in me just to find himself in bed hopelessly touching himself to the thought of even so much as making eye contact with me.
The primal part of him at war with his morals while he fights off the idea of pouncing on me the next time I give confession and he is lucky enough to be the vessel of which I unload my spiritual baggage.
His heart racing and mind melting as I sit beside him, separated by nothing but thin wood, describing the unholy things I've done with men his age and older.
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"Mmph" Thomas grunts into the black fabric of your hoodie and spreads his thighs more for a better grip on himself.
The degenerate brought your hoodie to work with him so he could get some stress relief in his office, it's all he has left.
All of your constant teasing and hurried casual relations became a bad habit for the priest, now that you're gone he can only relive it through his own hands and whatever he steals when creeping around your home. So far he has this hoodie and some underwear from the gym bag in your car.
It doesn't take much, ten slow pumps and digging his thumb into his piercing for some much deserved pain is all it takes for the Father to spill all over his fist with a whimper.
Something has to give... Or he is going to start taking.
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It wasn’t long until the rabbit found his way. Walking closer to the church buildings. It had been long enough, more than a week. And he decided that whatever he saw, whatever the priest did- it couldn’t have been that bad.
And he honestly wanted to see him again.
Father Thomas heard a knock on his door.
Fuck.
"Oh, ah- One second!"
Thomas hurries to throw his tissues in the bin under his desk, and flings open his bottom desk drawer to hide the sweatshirt inside after folding it (poorly)
You can hear shuffling from behind the door as he does all this and when he answers the door he sounds a little breathless too?
"Ye-" his faux smile widens into a genuine grin and you're immediately pulled into a bear hug.
That's quite the opposite reaction to your visits before- And once the priest pulls back he's carefully checking your wrist for the bruise he left there.
It's gone. Good. Once he's satisfied Thomas steps aside so you can enter the office.
"How have you been? I'm so glad you decided to return. Ah-" he notices the skepticism written on your features and tilts his head "Is something wrong?"
I gasp a bit as the Priest tugs me in. At first my body tenses before calming. With a shaking breath I smile.
“Uh- hey, Father.“ He moved to sit down. Surely I was shaking from the cold, I wore a slightly thinner jacket today.
“No, um- I’ve just not been feeling great.” I lean back, the smell of weed still lingered on my boots as I kick them back on the table. “I missed our lessons.”
Thomas' smile falters as he gets comfortable and for once he doesn't nag you to get your boots off of his desk.
Reading people is his job, and right now you still seem afraid of him- It makes his chest heavy and he purses his lips slightly in thought while opening his thoroughly bookmarked Bible.
"You can slide your chair closer, there's no way you can read from over there." He watches you hesitate and it stings more; you used to just plop yourself in his lap some days and now it's... This.
He can do better. He can be better.
Once you move closer he smiles sincerely and uses his pencil to tap the passages starting line so you know where to follow along "I believe we left off here, right at 1 John 1:8-9. If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."
It's a nice verse... But the black fabric peeking out of the bottom drawer of the Father's desk feels familiar.
Black is such a common clothing color these days, especially for a priest. Probably a spare shirt or something.
And one more thing, his body language is more inclined to face you now compared to every visit before... It's as if the angry man from two weeks ago never existed.
I do not move, but my eyes do dart to the hoodie in his drawer. Sure anybody could have a black shirt- but I know the hoodie my fucking boyfriend made for me. I raise my brow before looking back at him, letting him finish the passage.
Then I stand, my boots hitting the floor as I circle to the other side of the table. Maybe I left that here, maybe his notebook meant nothing, and the bouquet was in good faith.
It’s slowly starting to matter less.
I sit on his side of the desk and place my boot against his seat- right at the space between his legs. My hand grabs the hoodie and tugs it out of the drawer. Then I pull it on. It’s very clearly big for me- like it originally wasn’t mine.
“Cool.” I speak quietly. “Do you claim to be without sin, father?”
The hoodie vaguely smells like the Father's favorite brand of cigarettes and his cologne, he was obviously huffing it like an animal before you got here.
He chokes up and his face turns red under his glasses. "Uh-" his eyes wander up and down your figure shamelessly and he has to look away with a nervous laugh "I would never claim such a thing- To be sinless is calling yourself perfect; and that's ah.."
The toe of your boot pressing into his crotch makes him pant and grip the edge of the desk with a nervous smile "...A sin." He gathers the courage to meet your eyes and feels a deep shame from the knowing look in your eyes.
"...What are you implying."
It smelt so much like him- I really had to hide how much it turned me on. Whatever this dude was planning it’s clear I was truly needed.
“I don’t know. What do you think I’m implying?”
I pull my pen from my pocket before taking a deep drag. I drag the man’s chair closer with just my foot. Then tilted my head.
“Something wrong, father?”
Letting my pastor touch me where he’s not supposed to.
Under my chin to make me look at him.
The nape of my neck as he plays with my hair
My ribs when he pushes my body against the church floor.
Idk I think he’s allowed.
Riding an older man's cock and making him cum over and over until hes dry and empty... and then we keep going.
can you talk to me in a condescending tone and disregard my consent im almost there
Thinking about my kidnapper putting me in a small room with another one of their victims with a bunch of toys. One of us blindfolded and one of us muzzled.
Just thinking about what might happen. Maybe one of us would run our hands down the sides of the one who can’t see. Maybe they’d shudder and whimper, trying to beg for help only to hear nothing in return.
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"Mmph" Thomas grunts into the black fabric of your hoodie and spreads his thighs more for a better grip on himself.
The degenerate brought your hoodie to work with him so he could get some stress relief in his office, it's all he has left.
All of your constant teasing and hurried casual relations became a bad habit for the priest, now that you're gone he can only relive it through his own hands and whatever he steals when creeping around your home. So far he has this hoodie and some underwear from the gym bag in your car.
It doesn't take much, ten slow pumps and digging his thumb into his piercing for some much deserved pain is all it takes for the Father to spill all over his fist with a whimper.
Something has to give... Or he is going to start taking.
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It wasn’t long until the rabbit found his way. Walking closer to the church buildings. It had been long enough, more than a week. And he decided that whatever he saw, whatever the priest did- it couldn’t have been that bad.
And he honestly wanted to see him again.
Father Thomas heard a knock on his door.
Fuck.
"Oh, ah- One second!"
Thomas hurries to throw his tissues in the bin under his desk, and flings open his bottom desk drawer to hide the sweatshirt inside after folding it (poorly)
You can hear shuffling from behind the door as he does all this and when he answers the door he sounds a little breathless too?
"Ye-" his faux smile widens into a genuine grin and you're immediately pulled into a bear hug.
That's quite the opposite reaction to your visits before- And once the priest pulls back he's carefully checking your wrist for the bruise he left there.
It's gone. Good. Once he's satisfied Thomas steps aside so you can enter the office.
"How have you been? I'm so glad you decided to return. Ah-" he notices the skepticism written on your features and tilts his head "Is something wrong?"
I gasp a bit as the Priest tugs me in. At first my body tenses before calming. With a shaking breath I smile.
“Uh- hey, Father.“ He moved to sit down. Surely I was shaking from the cold, I wore a slightly thinner jacket today.
“No, um- I’ve just not been feeling great.” I lean back, the smell of weed still lingered on my boots as I kick them back on the table. “I missed our lessons.”
Thomas' smile falters as he gets comfortable and for once he doesn't nag you to get your boots off of his desk.
Reading people is his job, and right now you still seem afraid of him- It makes his chest heavy and he purses his lips slightly in thought while opening his thoroughly bookmarked Bible.
"You can slide your chair closer, there's no way you can read from over there." He watches you hesitate and it stings more; you used to just plop yourself in his lap some days and now it's... This.
He can do better. He can be better.
Once you move closer he smiles sincerely and uses his pencil to tap the passages starting line so you know where to follow along "I believe we left off here, right at 1 John 1:8-9. If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness."
It's a nice verse... But the black fabric peeking out of the bottom drawer of the Father's desk feels familiar.
Black is such a common clothing color these days, especially for a priest. Probably a spare shirt or something.
And one more thing, his body language is more inclined to face you now compared to every visit before... It's as if the angry man from two weeks ago never existed.
I do not move, but my eyes do dart to the hoodie in his drawer. Sure anybody could have a black shirt- but I know the hoodie my fucking boyfriend made for me. I raise my brow before looking back at him, letting him finish the passage.
Then I stand, my boots hitting the floor as I circle to the other side of the table. Maybe I left that here, maybe his notebook meant nothing, and the bouquet was in good faith.
It’s slowly starting to matter less.
I sit on his side of the desk and place my boot against his seat- right at the space between his legs. My hand grabs the hoodie and tugs it out of the drawer. Then I pull it on. It’s very clearly big for me- like it originally wasn’t mine.
“Cool.” I speak quietly. “Do you claim to be without sin, father?”
