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Fyodor was always a faithful man, frequently worshipping the Lord and dedicating his free time to visiting the local church every day. Although as the days go by, something has been strange. Something beyond the divine was holding him back to stay longer in the sacred place than he should have.
After all, not even God would be pleased to know about the little obsession his loyal servant has been developing the more time he spent observing one of the church's newest priest.
He had unique, colorful eyes, a face carved by angels, and a sinfully undeveloped body. And dangerously, he didn't leave Fyodor's mind for a second.
He chose to suppress such thoughts for a moment, thinking that at some point it would go away. Maybe it was just the devil trying to tempt his mind, maybe this was a sign for him to worship harder.
And so he did. That was another night of another of his attempts to escape from sin.
Fyodor was kneeling on the church bench. Just him late at night in that quiet church.
But his prayers were distracted for a moment as he heard footsteps at the church altar. His eyes opened for a moment, and there he was, the very young boy he had been thinking about while making his desperate pleas to God. He seemed so distracted at the moment, must not even have noticed Fyodor's presence in the room.
But there he was, the young prodigy, Atsushi Nakajima, in all his purity and innocence, something rare for young people his age. Atsushi was such an unique beauty.
Fyodor took a deep breathe. In a way, it was like a devil's temptation, but, how could he think such things of a mere child?
He watched intently as the young boy walked through the church carefree and clutching his rosary tightly. Fyodor couldn't help it but stand up and starting to follow him.
But eventually he was noticed and the young priest turned to face him, stopping just in front of the church exit door.
"May I help you with something?" The boy asked in a sweet voice and looking up at Fyodor.
Fyodor took a deep breathe and looked up and down at the young boy. He was such a rarity, sinfully divine.
Fyodor thought to himself, there was nothing he yearned more than seeing how that young body would look underneath those clothes. And it was horrible to think such things in such a sacred place, about someone so young.
So, he took another deep breath. Maybe that was just a sign. Nothing would ever happen outside of God's plans after all.
The older man took slow steps forward, making the small boy take steps back in response, to the point Atsushi ended up having his back pressed against the cold wall of the church. At that moment, Fyodor realized how easy it would be if he simply did whatever he wanted with the holy priest.
With no more enough space between them, Fyodor pinned Atsushi against the wall. Again, he looked at the younger man's body, appreciating it. The fact that Atsushi was probably a virgin made him think about how he was truly made for him. He could almost see God through those innocent eyes.
"D-do you want any help, sir?" The young boy asked in a timid, almost scared voice, gripping his rosary tighter nervously.
"I suppose I do." Fyodor finally replied, tilting his head to the side, watching Atsushi's every move.
The young priest was rather speechless and confused, trying to rationalize what was happening there, but he didn't struggled as he didn't perceive any threat. This gave Fyodor a few more advantages. He really could do whatever he wanted to Atsushi, picking the right moment to do so, and no one was there to see it, no one besides Lord watching it, and this thought alone made him retreat for a moment, taking some steps away from Atsushi with a sigh.
He watched with a growing shame at the young boy still with his body pressed against the wall, hands clenching slightly.
"Lord— What am I even doing..?" He mentally asked to himself, regaining a few moments of conscience, letting his faith win over his sinful desires. But, just a matter of time, watching how that boy didn't looked scared at all, reacting rather normally. This increased Fyodor's thoughts that the boy was too good for his own good. In internal conflicts, he argued with his inner self, and it was like a demon within him, warning him that eventually someone would do something to that boy, if it wasn't him. He needed to have Atsushi for himself now, but he got hold of himself still, letting the young boy go away, right before he left as well.
This was supposed to be just a quiet night, but Fyodor could feel himself losing more and more of his dignity with every thought he carried with him on the way home. Once he arrived, he could do nothing but what he constantly did, kneel beside his bed and pray for whatever was eating away at him inside with the temptation to sin to go away.
The words of prayer and worship were in vain as that same night he had dreams that he could never forget after constantly thinking and thinking. It was so real, he could feel the boy's soft skin on his palm, his small body pressed against his, and his voice now sounded even sweeter with his moans of pleasure. Fyodor got enough of this, maybe, just maybe, Atsushi's destiny was this, he deserved this and he wanted this.
It only lasted a few more hours of that day until he decided what he was going to do, with faith that one day he would repent and gain forgiveness, but it was totally worth it.
During the night, the same scene repeated itself with Fyodor in that same church, waiting for that little boy to arrive. As soon as he arrived, Fyodor's despair instantly went away.
"Good night, you..." Atsushi greeted as he walked but he stopped his steps immediately as soon as he noticed the same man as always in that church pew and approached him. He didn't held any feelings or thoughts about the strange event yesterday, just was curious about that man in general. "Ah. Here you are again, at this same time." Atsushi sat down next to him and gave him a soft, kind hearted smile.
At first, Fyodor didn't answer anything and remained quiet without any trace of facial expression, just enjoying the closest the "angel" boy had ever gotten to him. He felt his heart race in his chest at the smile, but he wouldn't say it was like love, it was something more like possession, and he needed to have Atsushi all for himself, even easier now that he has pratically taken the bait perfectly.
"I can't forget my commitment to God, it's really important... but with a priest as young as you, it's really even more inspiring for the faithful to continue, don't you think?" Fyodor finally responded, letting his gaze rest on the young boy's face.
The expression on Atsushi's face softened even further and he thought about Fyodor's words, feeling flattered by the slight compliment that was given to him. In fact, it was quite rare for someone to actually praise him, but he couldn't help it but take Fyodor's praise to heart, something rare for him. "That's what makes the Lord happy, and so do it makes me." Atsushi said.
"It's impressive." Fyodor complimented him again. "Many boys your age are enjoying the prime of their lives, so why just dedicate your whole life to God?" He asked, genuinely wanting to seek answers, but not wanting to admit that that was Atsushi's best quality to him.
"Honestly, God was and is the only solution for my life, and he will never abandon me. He will always be there for me." Atsushi answered honestly, but his smile faded for a moment, it wasn't like he had a perfect life before.
And it almost made Fyodor feel a weight on his conscience, almost.
"Ah... I understand now. Life's struggles brought you here." Fyodor spoke. "Despite everything, here you are, completely... faithful." Atsushi nodded at him, looking up at him with his unique eyes, making Fyodor exhale softly.
"Our meeting yesterday was awkward and I really didn't want to scare you, though, can you forgive me?" Fyodor said, though he lied and couldn't care less about what happened yesterday, he just didn't want the silence to come and take his innocent priest away.
"Hm? You didn't do anything wrong at all." Atsushi responded, looking Fyodor straight at his eyes, feeling a sudden shiver running down his spine. "Are you having life struggles?" He suddenly asked.
Fyodor took a deep breathe before responding to Atsushi's question. "Mhm. I find myself losing myself in my desires with a person... Controlling myself as much as possible."
"Well, uh... It's important to try, isn't it? I believe you can win this." Atsushi replied, with all his innocence, encouraging him to continue, not knowing that Fyodor was referring to him, and without knowing that he had also already given up. "It is very late. I should be going but it was nice to meet you here, sir." He stated and got up from the church pew, ready to leave, but felt Fyodor's hand suddenly grab his arm.
"No." Fyodor said shortly and dryly. "Don't go." he added, more like an order, looking up at Atsushi.
Atsushi shook his head and moved his arm away from his not so tight grip. "I have nothing else to do here and I need to rest. But I appreciate that you really enjoy my presence."
Fyodor stood up as well, letting the tall shadow of his figure fall over Atsushi's own. "No. You still have something to do. Could you come with me for a moment?"
Atsushi thought, and was tempted to accept the proposal, but surprisingly, he didn't, and that irritated Fyodor just a little bit.
"Fine. I just don't care anymore." Fyodor said in a threatening tone and took a tight hold of Atsushi's strands from the back of his head, pulling the priest for a very forced kiss.
And that was the first kiss of his life, but it was stolen, and Atsushi didn't want that, he tried to push Fyodor away, giving weak punches to his chest, but Fyodor grabbed his hands easily with his only free hand, and his lips just devoured Atsushi's with fervor, not seeming like a kiss of love but of total lack of control.
It was even worse than Atsushi had thought and he kept his eyes wide open in shock. He could feel the lust on the kiss as well and this made he think he didn't deserved to be a priest anymore. Not after letting another man to kiss him, and he could feel there would be more than just a kiss. He was right.
Fyodor stopped as soon as he was out of breath but it wouldn't stay that way and he was sure of it, his hand left the back of Atsushi's head and held his throat, feeling the soft, thin skin in the area, appreciating it. Then, he moved his hand away, letting his lips also enjoy the feeling of the boy's neck with kisses and hickeys, even though he tried to resist to do so.
"Please stop!" Atsushi finally protested with his freedom to speak again, but Fyodor couldn't care less, he not even listened to him at this point. "I don't want this..." Atsushi whimpered, letting a single tear ran down his cheek. His body was pushed against the nearby wall with a rough force, making him gasp in surprise and pain. He felt Fyodor's hands starting to wander over his body in a very perverted way and he was too helpless to try and stop it.
"Your body just feels too good. Why hide it like that?" Fyodor asked breathless and moving away from his neck. However, there was no response from Atsushi.
Not caring anymore, Fyodor began to slowly undress Atsushi.
"Stop it... I promise I will not tell anyone about it!" Atsushi tried once more, really not wanting to have his dignity and sanctity stolen like this. This was going too far for him.
"Sure you won't tell anyone. It would be a shame for them to find out that their youngest prodigy is a homosexual." Fyodor teased, knowing exactly how to hit the priest's weak spot, and how to make him not protest about it anymore, putting him in his place for now. "Don't look at me like that... It's that look of yours that transformed me." He spoke and held Atsushi's chin with one hand, raising that broken gaze to him and only him to look at. That look that made him finally wake up, leaving his reason aside, and letting himself also realize that he was already hard in his pants.
"But God knows. God knows you don't deserve any of this anymore." He smirked smugly, lowering Atsushi and leaving him on his knees. "Let's say.. Now it's my turn to have you on your knees like a pure little lamb." He added, starting to undo his buckle, and so he also removed his pants.
His hand again grabbed at the boy's chin and made him look up at him. "Do you know what to do now?" He asked and Atsushi shook his head to answer him. "Damn... You're really naive." Fyodor said, almost feeling like a demon himself for just doing this, but it was a matter of need anyway.
He pulled his underwear down, finally freeing his hard cock, letting it press at Atsushi's soft, rosy cheek. Atsushi didn't wanted to look, that was just terrible, but he no longer had any choice.
Fyodor smirked once again, admiring the view, and he held his cock, pressing the tip against Atsushi's lips, slowly he pushed his cock further into Atsushi's mouth, letting out a groan at the warmth around his cock. His eyes locked on Atsushi's relieshing on the clear discomfort and innocence lost there. Fyodor just couldn't help it.
"Now just take it..." He thrusted into the boy's mouth, with thrusts that started as slow and gentle but were growing faster and deeper, until he could hear and feel Atsushi's gagging around him. "Fuck– You just feel too good." He groaned and his cock throbbed inside the boy's mouth, he was about to cum but he prevented this, he pulled his cock out of his mouth and let him breathe.
Atsushi coughed hard and gasped for air, letting his hands touch the floor, and he started to cry, grasping his rosary tightly, in an attempt to search for some comfort. He thought this would end there but it really didn't.
Fyodor grasped at his hair again and lifted him to be pressed against the wall again, this time, he finished what he intended to and left Atsushi's naked. "We really didn't need this anymore." Fyodor said as he took Atsushi's rosary from his hand and threw it on the floor. He thought it was better like this.
But now, he could finally admire Atsushi fully, finally appreciated the body that was no longer covered by that thin priest's clothing. Now, he had Atsushi entirely.
He wouldn't lost anymore time and turned Atsushi around, with his face pressed against the wall, and his body from behind for the older man to admire, even more than just admire.
"I had dreamed of this for such a long time. This is truly a blessing." Fyodor said, and his hands grabbed at Atsushi's hips, pushing his body closer to his.
Suddenly then, he just pushed his cock into Atsushi, that held back a scream at the very sudden thrust into his virgin entrance. "No...!–" He mumbled lowly in a pained tone. Again, Fyodor couldn't care less, with thrusts growing rougher.
"You're so tight.. You're squeezing my cock so good like that." Fyodor spoke, laying his head on Atsushi's shoulder, just very close to Atsushi's ear, so that he could hear every disgusting sound from this unwanted intercourse.
Atsushi could feel his legs growing weak at every hard thrust from Fyodor but he had to stand, he was no able to do anything else than just stand and take it. After all, Fyodor was holding him very tight. That would leave Atsushi even more marks for him to look tomorrow and he hated it. He hated that he wouldn't be able to pretend nothing has happened later.
His heavy breathing and cries mixed with every groan coming from Fyodor were the only sounds that echoed through the church. And as Fyodor continued his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin was also another perverted sound added.
Fyodor groaned again, losing himself in pleasure and the warm and tight feeling of Atsushi's insides, as he was closer than ever to his orgasm that he has been holding.
Atsushi could feel this too, even though he didn't very much understood, but the feeling of Fyodor's cock throbbing and leaking precum inside him turned his stomach even more and his conscience was completely broken as he had nothing left to say, knowing that just a "stop" would not do any good anymore. Maybe, God would punish him in the future, but he wanted to slap himself at the god. He thought about how could he even think of God right now. He was dirtied, and God would punish him too. He was also doomed and he sobbed through the tears that continued to stream down his face. With a lot of guilt and disgust tearing him apart inside.
"It's amusing how you stay pure even in a situation like this. I really deserved to have you.." Fyodor whispered, slowing down his thrusts, to prolong his orgasm a little longer. "Even after you're officially a sinner you're still a saint." He added, giving Atsushi a deep thrust into him, making him gasp.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry! My Lord...!–" Atsushi spoke, even though he knew how filthy it was to be calling God doing such a thing.
"No, no.. Call for me, instead of the Lord. He doesn't deserve such pleas." Fyodor growled, returning to constantly thrust rough into the boy's, drawing out more cries from the boy that consequently helped him to just accept his lost control right now.
And with another groan, a satisfied one, Fyodor finally came into Atsushi, relishing on it. It just felt very good and he couldn't help himself. Later, he may find God's forgiveness for himself too.
Especially after leaving an Atsushi so devastated and no longer feeling worthy of being a faithful servant. Not anymore.