CONTENT WARNING: Bondage, leather play, toys, voyeurism 

“Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned,” Wolfram purred, his deep velvetine voice washing over Sebastian as the priest sat in the confessional booth. Wolfram’s dark brown hair gently curled down to caress his sun-kissed shoulders, the tanned skin on show with Wolfram’s dark tank top. Just above his tank top hung a raven’s skull on a black cord; gleaming crystals hung from the same cord on either side of the skull. Shimmering honey-gold eyes fixed on the platinum bleach-blonde Sebastian, who did not face him.

Sebastian sat ramrod straight on the confessional bench in his black slacks, black button down, and the priest’s collar. 

But it wasn’t the priest’s clothing or the setting that made him sit straight as a board.

It was the leather beneath the clothing that hugged against his skin and his throbbing ass. Leather stretched over his flesh tight enough that he could feel the bite of it every time he breathed or twitched, hard enough to leave indents, but not hard enough to bruise or be excruciating. 

The leather caressed his skin, rubbing against his nipples with every breath, and the metal ring in the center of his chest made sure that any of the three straps rubbed him constantly. The black straps wrapped around his waist and over his hips and thighs, holding his legs with the strength of a lover.

Swallowing with some difficulty as he got himself under control, Sebastian said, “Tell me your sins, so that God may have mercy on you and forgive your sins.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the stubbled jaw smile—that curling, predatory smirk with the two silver rings in the center that had first drawn Sebastian to the man. The tilt of his head made his dangling silver multi-feather earrings clink as he pressed closer to the latticework

“I have lusted for a man,” Wolfram began, his voice low and rumbling in the booth, “and I have lain with him, many times. Too many to count. Just last night, Father, I drew him into my arms. I kissed his pliant, plush lips. He welcomed me into his mouth, and I ravaged him. I peeled his clothing from his slender frame and kissed every inch of his body, but I remained clothed. We tumbled to a blanket by my fireplace, one I had prepared just for him. I laid a cushion under his head and under his hips. Father, I lusted after his body… I drank his naked frame in as the fire danced across his skin…”

Though the lattice barrier of the confessional booth kept him from touching Sebastian, the priest’s mind had no trouble imagining—remembering—the caresses and the way Wolfram had gazed at him. He could still hear the crackling of the fire, could still feel the rough wood beneath the blanket.

“I bit his inner thigh,” Wolfram continued, “sucked on the flesh, and left a hickey that I’m sure is dark and purple…”

Sebastian’s cheeks heated; yes, the hickey this morning was purple, and the straps pressed against the mark, making him feel the bite all over again. His cock plumped in his pants, and Sebastian squirmed on the bench seat—but squirming made the thick intrusion press against his prostate, and the priest had to bite down on his lip to keep himself from moaning.

“He gasped and writhed as I sucked on his thigh,” Wolfram went on, the two rings that pierced his lips flashing in the dim light of the confessional. “I didn’t let his leg go even as he tried to tug away. He moaned my name and begged for me to release his leg. I finally did and kissed the hickey, worshipping his flesh…”

Sebastian squirmed, his thighs trembling at the remembered touches. The leather bit into his flesh deliciously, pressing against the hickey.

“I kissed my way down to his crotch, but I did not touch his cock yet,” Wolfram purred, “no, he has to earn that every time…”

“Earn it?” Sebastian asked, trying his best to keep his voice steady. “What do you mean? Do you want him to beg?”

“Mmm,” Wolfram growled in pleasure, “but I don’t make him beg… he earns it in other ways, too. Last night, he earned it… when I ordered him to touch himself. To spread himself.”

The black slacks felt far too tight as his crotch became unbearably hot, and his ass clenched around the plug in his ass. 

“And he can earn more,” Wolfram purred, “if he… were to do it again…”

He couldn’t help it; a groan of need slipped from his lips and Sebastian pressed against the back of the confessional. 

“H-here?” Sebastian gasped out, turning his bright blue eyes to stare at the dark haired man.

“Here,” Wolfram agreed. Then he held up a remote, a smile on his lips, and pressed the large button in the center. 

That was all the warning the priest received. Sudden strong vibrations shot through the huge plug, straight to his prostate, and he clamped a hand over his mouth. Sebastian hunched forward as his thighs quivered and his spine convulsed. The front of his trousers darkened slightly, and he lamented not wearing a cassock today. 

“Take out your cock…” Wolfram purred, the order clear in his voice. 

Sebastian quivered, his hand unsteady, as he carefully unbuttoned his trousers and pushed down the waistband of his trousers and boxers to his mid thigh. His hard cock stood up from the dark curls of his crotch and already, the slit leaked precum.

“You can’t touch your cock yet,” Wolfram purred, “I want you to rub your tits first. Just like I suckled them…”

To reach his chest, he had to unbutton half his shirt. The fabric fell away, revealing the leather body harness Wolfram had given him after just two weeks of their relationship. While he kept one hand over his mouth to muffle his moans, Sebastian drifted his other hand to his exposed chest. 

“I latched onto your tit,” Wolfram purred as Sebastian’s trembling fingers brushed over the pink nub standing up from his left pectoral. “I swirled my tongue over your nipple, while my fingers played with your other. Remember how I bit your nipple?”

Sebastian groaned through his fingers as he pinched and tugged at the bud, imitating how Wolfram’s teeth had played with the bud.

“That’s right,” Wolfram murmured, his deep voice husking with lust. “I latched onto your nipple with my teeth and tugged it. If I had bitten harder, I could have pierced it… maybe we should… I think you’d like the feeling of metal in your skin. Rubbing every time your shirt or cassock brushes your nipples.”

Another groan and Sebastian squirmed, shaking his head. It would be too much, too much sensation—but the glint in Wolfram’s eyes told Sebastian he was going to get nipple piercings.

His cock jolted.

“Don’t you dare cum,” Wolfram growled, “not yet. You haven’t earned it… no, you didn’t earn it until you writhed under me, whimpering and whining like the slut you keep hidden…”

Sebastian’s cheeks darkened, his forehead resting against the lattice barrier. “W-wolfram… please…”

“Please, what, Father?” Wolfram asked. Sebastian’s breath caught as he saw the night shine in Wolfram’s golden eyes.

“I… I want your cock…” Sebastian breathed, trying to keep his voice low.

Wolfram grinned, flashing sharp teeth at the priest. “You’re going to have to wait for my cock… but I can give you something else…” 

The vibrations in his rear increased with the press of a button. Sebastian groaned, his back arching and his thighs spreading. His hips jolted forward as one hand shot to the edge of the bench and his other hand clung to the leather around his chest. 

“W-w-wolfram-!” Sebastian whined, doing his best to keep his voice low.

“Father, you should know better,” Wolfram chided, his golden eyes half-lidded in lust. “What if someone hears you?”

Sebastian shuddered and squirmed, panting as his anus clenched around the vibrating plug. He hadn’t thought he was a voyeur, but he’d also never thought he was interested in sex at all.

Gods, then he’d met Wolfram and his view of himself shattered.

“Surely you haven’t finished with your tits… you only gave attention to one side,” Wolfram admonished, tsking with a shake of his head. “We can’t move on without you fixing that… I would never leave either side of your chest unloved. So go on. Show me what I did to you last night.”

Sebastian’s hips thrust forward as the memory overtook him. His fingers played with his other nipple, tugging and pulling at the bud. Groaning, Sebastian tweaked his nipple and rolled his fingers over the bud. The nubs stood out from his chest, bordered on top and bottom with the leather straps. His breath hitched as the leather rubbed against the sensitive nubs, and his toes curled in his shoes.

“Feeling good, Father?” Wolfram growled. 

Another muffled moan and Sebastian gasped out, “W-wolfram… l-let me… let me touch myself… I want to cum…”

Wolfram’s growl deepened and Sebastian glimpsed those sharp fangs lengthening. The night shine on the man’s eyes sent a shiver down Sebastian’s spine, and he yearned to have the man’s strong hands on his body.

“Touch yourself then,” Wolfram growled out, his voice husky with lust. “Imagine it’s my mouth on your cock.”