Thinking hard about a priest corrupting a newcomer to his church
The newcomer isn’t from the religion. They’re new and awkward and unsure. They don’t know the routine. They don’t know what everyone else knows.
The priest agrees to help them. He uses their naivety to coax them onto their knees, giving false prayers and promises as they follow each command.
They open their mouth for communion. Instead of a communion wafer, they receive a heavy cockhead across their tongue, pressing down, deeper, accepting the Lord’s body into their own.
The priest guides them to the confessional and joins them in their booth, crawling on top of them in the confined space, hands roaming soft skin under the guise of cleansing. He needs to clean the sin from their worldly flesh, one gasp and squeeze at a time.
Just spill your secrets, your sins, and listen to your God groan in your ear.