WARNINGS: religious themed, bdsm, power play, explicit acts involving crucifix and rosary beads, alter usage, dominant and submissive, dirty talk, binding, breath play, degradation, praise kink, gagging, cum play, marking, minimal aftercare
The thunder cracked like the wrath of God outside, casting jagged light across the stone walls of the cathedral. The wisps of the tree branches grazing the building. Rain lashed against the stained glass, the deep reds and blues bleeding shadows across the velvet-lined pews. You hesitated just inside the heavy wooden doors, soaked and shivering, but not from the cold.
You weren’t here for salvation necessarily.
The dim candlelight flickered, and the old confessional booth waited at the end of the aisle—ornate, carved with vines and saints who would never approve of what you were about to do… and admit. You stepped forward, shoes squelching wetly from waiting outside for minutes, each footstep echoing louder than the last.
You slipped inside the booth, the air heavy with incense and something darker—something that lingered in the wood like heat after a sin.
“Bless me, Father,” you whispered, voice trembling as the curtain slid open. You saw the flash of his collar, stark against black. Yunho. “For I have sinned.”
Then his voice—deep, warm, commanding—spoke.
“How long has it been since your last confession, child?”
Your thighs clenched. Your breath caught. “A week. But I keep... craving what I shouldn’t. I touched myself during mass.”
Then a second presence shifted on the other side. Another door. Another curtain. Mingi.
“You’ll need to be punished for that,” he murmured, voice like a growl dragged through honey. “You came here knowing that, didn’t you?”
“I did,” you confessed, eyes lowering, heat pooling low in your belly. “I thought about both of you while doing it. While... kneeling in the pew.”
Yunho let out a low exhale. “You came in His house, using our names?”
You nodded. “Yes, Father.”
The storm cracked again, louder this time, as if God Himself was listening.
“You’ll kneel again,” Mingi said, voice dark and dripping with promise. “But not to pray.”
Yunho’s hand slid through the confessional slot, black leather glove tracing the edge of your chin. “Take off your clothes. Every single sinful layer. We want to see exactly what needs cleansing.”
You obeyed, fingers shaking. The storm raged louder. The candles flickered harder.
You were about to be purified. But not the way they teach in scripture.
The heavy wooden door behind the altar creaked open.
“Crawl,” Yunho commanded, voice gentle but firm as the storm roared outside.
The cold floor beneath your palms stung your knees as you moved, completely naked, crawling across the sacred space. The velvet curtain closed behind you with a hush, and when you lifted your eyes, you found a hidden room cloaked in candlelight. Not a storage chamber. A sanctum. A ritual space—meant for this.
In the center: a padded kneeler shaped like a cross, chains bolted into the floor, a leather flogger hung reverently beside a silver crucifix.
Mingi stepped forward, already slipping off his black clerical robe to reveal fitted black slacks, shirt sleeves rolled up to his forearms. His belt hung loose in one hand, coiled like a serpent. His eyes were fire and shadow, brimstone beneath black lashes.
“You came here to suffer, didn’t you?” Mingi’s voice was ice through smoke. “Then present your punishment.”
Yunho stood behind you, his touch warm on your back, rubbing soothing circles as Mingi approached. “Deep breaths, angel. You’re doing so well,” Yunho murmured near your ear, brushing damp strands of hair from your face. “We’ll cleanse you together.”
You were guided over the cross-shaped bench. Leather cuffs were buckled around your wrists and ankles, spreading you open, exposing your dripping cunt and trembling thighs. The chains clinked as Mingi adjusted your position.
The first strike of the belt landed across your ass, sharp and searing. You cried out, gasping—but Yunho was there, cupping your face, whispering, “You’re okay. Breathe for me. That’s it.”
This time lower, snapping against the curve of your thighs. Mingi didn’t speak. His eyes said everything. You were his to punish. A filthy little sinner who begged for mercy with a wet pussy and eyes sparkling, full of lust.
“I can see it,” Mingi said, low and cruel. “You’re soaking the floor. You like being hurt in God’s house.”
The belt lashed between your legs, just shy of your folds. You sobbed, hips twitching against the restraints. Yunho kissed your temple that felt so warm, running gloved fingers over your flushed skin.
“Say it,” Yunho whispered. “Confess to both of us.”
“I... I love it,” you whimpered. “I love being used like this. Hurt for you…For Him.”
Mingi grinned, wicked and holy. He tossed the belt aside and reached between your legs, two fingers dragging through your lips with a filthy squelch.
“She’s dripping,” he said. “She deserves more.”
Without warning, he slid the two fingers into your pussy, rough and punishing, curling them with brutal precision on your g-spot while his palm spanked your clit. Hit after hit. You writhed, crying out, but Yunho cupped your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
“You take it so well, my little lamb. So obedient. So needy for correction. You love this.”
“Please,” you sobbed. “More.”
Mingi chuckled darkly. “Oh, you’ll get more.”
He slipped in a third finger. Then a fourth.
Your pussy stretched tight around him, your body shaking. Yunho kissed you slowly, lovingly, even as Mingi's fingers brutalized you from behind—every thrust an act of holy damnation.
And still, the storm outside raged on, but you barely noticed it anymore.
You were caught in a different kind of divine fury.
Your body trembled against the leather cross, skin hot and glowing from the welts Mingi left behind. Tears slipped silently down your cheeks—not from pain, but from overwhelming need. Your pussy pulsed around nothing now, aching. Your ass cheeks throbbed. Your soul begged for release.
Yunho stood tall beside you, still immaculate, still wearing his gloves. The black leather glinted in the candlelight as he reached into the folds of his robe and pulled out something that made your breath catch: a string of rosary beads, obsidian and glistening with oil, dangling from his gloved fingers.
“This is the body of your punishment,” he murmured. “You will feel every sin… bead by bead.”
He brought the rosary between your thighs, dragging it through your pussy lips. Each bead glistening with your arousal. He didn’t speak again—just fed the beads inside you, slow and deliberate. One by one. Your cunt stretched and fluttered as each cold orb pushed deeper.
You moaned, low and desperate, but Mingi smirked behind you. “You sound like you want to cum already,” he said.
Yunho’s gloved hand lifted to your mouth. “Open.”
You obeyed instantly. The taste of leather filled your tongue as he pushed two fingers past your lips, pressing down on your tongue, fucking your mouth gently with them.
“Suck like a good little penitent,” he whispered.
You moaned around the gloves, drool mixing with sweat as you licked and sucked. Your hips bucked involuntarily as Yunho twisted the rosary inside your pussy at the same time, tugging it back and forth, the beads rubbing directly against your sweet spot. His fingers dragging the beads inside you. Suddenly he pulls his fingers out.
Then your breath caught—Mingi’s hands spread your cheeks, and his tongue licked over your tightest hole. You cried out around Yunho’s fingers, nearly choking. Mingi growled against your ass, tongue thick and wet as it pushed inside you, curling and thrusting.
The double intrusion—beads stuffed in your cunt, Mingi tongue-fucking your ass, Yunho’s gloved fingers in your mouth—was too much.
Your body trembled. You were right there.
Yunho noticed. His other hand slid under you, circling your swollen clit with slow, cruel circles. “You want to cum, don’t you our little lamb?”
You nodded frantically, tears streaming down your face as you tried to rock against both of them. Mingi’s tongue drove deeper, his hands gripping your thighs with bruising force.
“Beg,” Yunho said simply, voice like velvet sin.
You pulled off his fingers, gasping, “Please, Father… I’ll be good, I swear. I need to cum—I’m so close.”
“You’ll cum when you’re clean,” Yunho said coldly, and pulled his fingers away from your clit just as your orgasm crested.
You screamed, body convulsing, but no release came.
Mingi pulled back from your ass, face flushed and glistening with your juices.
“Denied,” Yunho whispered. “Again.”
He pulled the beads from your cunt slowly, audibly, wet and obscene.
“Now,” he said, pressing the rosary to your lips, “you’ll taste what your sins feel like.”
You opened wide, lips wrapping around the beads soaked in your own arousal. You choked on the sensation. You were used. Denied. Dripping.
Your breath came in broken gasps, drool on your chin, thighs shaking from denial. The beads had been pulled from your mouth, your pussy, leaving you empty and desperate. But there was no salvation yet—only judgment.
Yunho lifted your chin, wiping your mouth with his gloved thumb, voice smooth as a sermon.
“You’re not cleansed… Not until you’ve bled.”
From a small black box beside the altar, Mingi pulled out a tall red candle, wax already softened and warm from its place near the flame. He held it up in the candlelight, the color of sacramental blood. You stared at it, heart pounding.
“You’ll say a prayer for every drop of wax that touches your skin,” Yunho instructed, stepping behind you now. “If you stutter, if you stop, if you scream—Mingi will punish you harder.”
You nodded weakly, still bound over the cross, chest heaving.
“Begin,” Mingi said darkly, tipping the candle over your breasts.
The first drop landed on your left nipple—hot, shocking, blinding.
“Our Father,” you gasped, shaking, “who art in Heaven…”
Another drop fell on the other nipple, sliding like molten blood down your skin.
“…h-hallowed be Thy name…”
Mingi’s flogger struck your thighs. “Don’t stutter. Again.”
“Our Father,” you moaned louder, voice shaking as wax dripped over the peaks of your breasts, pooling over your nipples like crimson tears. Each drop burned, hardened, marked you.
Yunho’s hand snaked between your thighs again, parting your lips—this time with a sharp smack across your soaked folds.
He spanked your pussy again—harder. The pain made you clench. Your clit throbbed, your pussy dripping onto the floor.
Mingi swung the flogger across your back, stripes blooming across your skin. You cried out, choking on the prayer, the words slurring now.
“Like what?” Yunho hissed near your ear, his gloved fingers smearing wax around your burning nipples. “Say it.”
“…as it is in Heaven,” you sobbed.
You were trembling violently now—nipples raw from the wax, pussy swollen from the spankings. Your body was begging for any type of release. Every part of you tingled, raw and sensitive.
Yunho leaned closer, his voice a quiet damnation: “You’re so beautiful like this. Bloody, trembling, obedient. You belong to your Fathers, don’t you?”
“Yes… yes, Father,” you whispered, tears slipping down your cheeks, mingling with the sweat, the wax, the ache.
Mingi stepped in front of you now, fingers gripping the flogger's crucifix handle.
“Then beg us,” he growled, voice filled with power. “Beg us to take you.”
Your body quaked on the altar bench, marked in crimson wax and welts. Wax clung to your nipples and your inner thighs shimmered with sweat, glistening in the candlelight like some wicked offering. You could barely hold your head up, but you didn’t need to—because Yunho took it for you.
He stood behind you, moving slowly, deliberately, and lifted the rosary. You knew the weight of it now—what it meant in their hands. But this time… he didn’t thread it into your mouth or your pussy.
He wrapped it around your throat.
The beads tightened—cool and smooth against your fevered skin—each one pressing into your pulse as his gloved hand pulled it taut.
“You’ll hold your head up now, sweet lamb,” Yunho whispered darkly. “Look him in the eyes. Let him see what kind of little whore you are.”
Your breath hitched as the rosary choked off just enough air to make your thoughts float, your cunt clenched. You lifted your head, barely, only to meet Mingi’s eyes—burning, hungry, holy in the most sinful way.
He held the flogger like a relic of war, turning it in his hand until the crucifix handle gleamed.
Without breaking eye contact, he pressed the blunt edge of the cross against your entrance. It was warm from his grip, smooth, hard, and completely wrong in the most delicious way.
“You’re going to take it,” he growled, “because you’re already too far gone to be saved.”
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Mingi fucked the crucifix inside your pussy, the metal dragging over every overstimulated inch of your soaked core. You let out a broken moan—but Yunho’s hand tugged the rosary.
“No sound. Not unless we command it.”
You whimpered, tears spilling freely now, lips parted around air you couldn’t fully grasp.
The handle slid in deeper. Mingi rotated it, fucking it in short, firm strokes, watching your face contort—watching you break down inch by inch.
“You feel it, don’t you?” he taunted, voice rough and sharp. “You’re soaked all over the body of Christ. You want to cum all over His fucking cross.”
Your legs spasmed, thighs trembling, but you kept your eyes locked on his, desperate for more.
“I see it in your face,” Mingi hissed. “Right on the edge again.”
Yunho leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as the rosary choked you tighter. “But you don’t get to cum. Not until we say so. Not until you’re crying and begging like the unholy little thing you are.”
The crucifix dragged along your g-spot, soaking wet now, squelching lewdly as Mingi fucked you harder with it. The sound of wet, raw need echoed in the chamber.
Yunho’s hand gripped the rosary tighter.
“Say it,” he whispered, voice barely more than a growl against your skin. “Say what you are.”
“I’m… I’m a filthy little sinner,” you gasped, breathless. “I want to be ruined. Used. Forgiven and… never saved.”
Mingi grinned. “You’re not ready for forgiveness yet. But you’ll pray for it.”
Another deep thrust. The cross disappeared inside you, your cunt fluttering around the shape of your guilt. Your orgasm teetered—right there, on the precipice—and again, they held you.
“You’ll stay right on the edge,” Yunho warned, loosening the beads around your throat. “Until your body begs God to end it for you.”
And still—Mingi fucked you. Slowly. Deeply. Eye contact unbroken.
This wasn’t a confession anymore.
The crucifix was pulled from your soaked cunt with a wet sound that echoed in the chamber—your body convulsing around the loss, pussy gaping, clenching at nothing, starving for what came next.
You were trembling, overstimulated, choked and raw. And yet, when Yunho’s gloved hand cupped your jaw and whispered, “Kneel,” you dropped instantly.
Your knees hit the stone floor in front of the altar, the rosary still coiled around your neck like a sacred collar. Your lips parted, pupils wide with lust and reverence. Your hands reached for balance, but they didn’t let you touch—no, this part was for your eyes.
Yunho stood before you, tall, unreadable, fingers sliding down the buttons of his clerical shirt. One by one, the fabric peeled away to reveal golden skin, cut muscle, that narrow waist you’d only imagined in your filthiest thoughts. His gloves stayed on.
Mingi stepped beside him, dragging off his shirt in one swift motion, letting it fall to the floor like a discarded robe. Broad chest heaving, abs tight, veins prominent on his arms as he unbuckled his belt, eyes locked on yours like a wolf about to feed.
And then—finally—they stepped out of their pants.
Both of them stood there, naked, cocks thick, flushed, and already leaking with need.
Yunho’s was long, arching up toward his toned stomach, the head glistening with precum that slid down the shaft like holy oil. Mingi’s was wide and heavy, the kind that would ruin you, already twitching with anticipation, his balls tight and ready to burst.
“Look at you,” Yunho said lowly, his voice a hymn of damnation. “On your knees for your priests. Eyes wide. Mouth open.”
Precum dripped from both of their tips.
“You want to serve the body and blood?” Mingi sneered, slowly stroking himself as he stared down at you. “Prove your worth.”
Your tongue darted out instinctively.
Yunho stepped forward and gripped your hair, yanking your face up to meet his gaze. “Not yet. First, you watch. You watch us stroke what you’ve been begging for all night.”
Both men began to slowly touch their cocks—teasing you with every drag of their fists, spreading their precum. You could see it all: the slick sheen, the throbbing veins, the way Mingi’s cock bounced with each stroke. Yunho let his gloved thumb smear his precum around his pinkish head, his other hand still gripping your leash of rosary beads.
“Open your mouth,” Mingi commanded. “But you don’t get to taste.”
You opened wide, tongue out, drool stringing down your chin—desperate and obedient, so fucking filthy on your knees in a house of God.
They watched you fall apart, just from the sight of them. And still, they didn’t touch you.
They edged you with nothing but their bodies. Their moans. Their discipline. Their denial.
And it was only the beginning.
Your jaw ached from keeping your mouth open, tongue lolling out as you watched them stroke their cocks in front of your kneeling body. You were soaking wet, thighs trembling, your pussy still fluttering from being edged so brutally. But now—
Now they were ready to defile you.
His hand twisted the rosary around your throat again, tugging your face closer to his cock. His length bobbed right in front of your mouth. His gloved hand wrapped tight around the base as he dragged the tip along your bottom lip.
“Take His blessing,” Yunho murmured, then thrust.
Your mouth was suddenly full—his cock stretching your lips wide as he fucked your throat without mercy. The rosary around your neck tightened with each snap of his hips, choking off your whimpers. Your eyes watered instantly, but you didn’t dare pull away.
Behind you, Mingi dropped to his knees, one hand spreading your ass while the other reached for the bottle of sacred oil—slick and glimmering like holy water.
You sobbed around Yunho’s cock as Mingi poured the cool lube over your ass, watching it drip down to your soaked pussy. His fingers were next—one, then two, then three, pumping into your tight hole, working you open for what he planned next.
“She’s swallowing you so deep, hyung,” Mingi growled. “Just look at her. Filthy fucking angel.”
You gagged, drool spilling down your chin and over your tits as Yunho grunted above you, cock shoved deep down your throat, his hips grinding.
“Her mouth’s a fucking chapel,” he snarled. “So tight. So willing.”
Mingi pushed his fingers deeper, twisting them inside your ass until your entire body trembled. You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, and still your pussy gushed like you were blessed.
“Not yet,” Mingi whispered behind you, pulling his fingers out slowly, leaving you stretched and empty.
Yunho pulled his cock from your mouth, a long string of spit and precum still connecting you.
They stood tall above you, cocks in hand, both stroking faster now. The moment was thick with heat, with sin, with that final breaking point—and you were at the center of it all, a kneeling offering, a soaked, gagging, trembling sinner ready to receive.
Mingi came first—a hot splash of cum streaking across your ass, dripping down between your cheeks and onto your abused pussy lips.
Then Yunho grunted low and dark, his hand tightening in your hair as he painted your face—hot, wet, powerful, marking your cheek, your lips, your tongue. You opened wide again, greedy, letting him coat your tongue with it.
“You’re ours now,” Yunho said, chest heaving. “Our sacred little whore.”
Mingi dragged his cock across your back, leaving streaks of cum along your spine as he whispered, “And you’ll take more. Because sinners like you don’t get saved… they get used.”
You were covered. Dripping.
And you had never felt holier.
You didn’t remember how you got to the altar—only that they lifted you together, as if you were some kind of offering, as if they were placing you where you belonged. The holy place. The center of their worship.
You were still soaked with cum, spit, wax, oil—but it didn’t matter.
You were far from finished.
Your wrists were bound to the corners of the altar with scarlet silk rope, stretched wide, your back arched off the cold marble. Your knees were lifted and bound open, fully exposed, fully offered. The rosary still circled your throat like a necklace of guilt.
Mingi stood at your feet. Yunho behind your head. Both naked. Both hard again.
“Before you’re cleansed,” Yunho said, voice calm and commanding, “you will confess everything.”
Mingi reached down, two fingers dragging through your folds before he pushed them into your pussy hard enough to make you jolt.
“Say it,” he growled. “Every filthy thought. Every sin.”
“I… I’ve touched myself during mass,” you whimpered.
“I imagine your cocks while I’m on my knees…”
Mingi smiled darkly and replaced his fingers with the head of his cock—pressing it in just enough to stretch you open before freezing there.
Yunho’s hands grabbed your hips, his lubed cock sliding up the crease of your ass, pressing to your tight hole. Your breath hitched.
“Keep going,” he warned, the head teasing your entrance.
“I… I dream about you using me. At the altar. At your feet. I want to be ruined. I want everyone to know I belong to you.”
Both of them groaned—filthy, feral sounds.
Yunho slammed his cock into your ass just as Mingi thrust deep into your pussy.
You screamed—choked by the rosary, overwhelmed, completely full.
You were split wide, your body stretched in both directions, both cocks moving slowly at first—filling you, molding you to them, dragging you toward the edge of madness.
The altar rocked beneath you.
Sweat dripped onto your skin. Moans filled the chamber like sacred chants. Their hands gripped your bound thighs, your waist, your breasts—possessing every inch of you.
“You’re so tight,” Yunho hissed, his cock pounding into your ass. “So perfect for sin.”
“She’s taking us both,” Mingi growled, fucking your pussy harder, faster. “Like a little church whore.”
The pain became pleasure. The pleasure became unbearable. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think.
Yunho leaned forward, lips near your ear. “Cum for us. Let your body break on this altar.”
“Let us fill you,” Mingi whispered against your lips. “And mark you again.”
Their pace quickened—slamming, punishing, relentless. Your body couldn’t hold it anymore.
With a cry, your orgasm shattered through you—your pussy clenching down, squirting uncontrollably, your ass spasming around Yunho’s cock. You screamed into the cathedral air as both men kept fucking you through it, riding your body as it convulsed, dripping down the altar steps.
Then Yunho came—hot and deep in your ass—groaning as he bit into your shoulder, marking your skin with his teeth.
Seconds later, Mingi thrust deep and held, cock pulsing as he filled your pussy, cum overflow dripping from you like sacred oil.
Empty and full all at once.
