Chapter 126 Craving His Dick
Will's POV
I should have turned around. I should have ran.
But I couldn’t have stopped myself even if I tried.
My feet walked me forward when Father Michael said, “Both of you. On your knees.”
We dropped at the same time. The ground made my knees hurt but the pain only made the heat in my body burn hotter.
Father Michael paced in front of us, the want and desire clear on his face. “Look at you,” he murmured. “Two priests on their knees in the middle of the night. Hard and leaking for me. Begging without even saying the words.”
Baron whimpered beside me. I felt the heat of his body, the faint vibrations in his shoulders.
Father Michael stopped behind me. His hand slid into my hair, tugged my head back gently at first, then harder. “Tell me why you’re here, Father Will. Let the words be said. Let the whole world know what a punishment loving slut you are.”
“I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered. “I heard… I heard Baron. I heard the sounds. I knew what was happening and I… I needed to see it. Needed to be part of it.”
He laughed low. “You needed to be used. Say it.”
“I needed to be used,” I echoed, voice cracking slightly. “I needed you to take me apart the way you took him. I needed to be punished too.”
He released his grip on my hair and walked away. I heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and my dick got harder.
Was this the punishment?
When he came back, he had a black leather belt in one hand, folded twice and a long silk rope in the other hand.
“Hands behind your backs. Now.” he ordered.
We obeyed instantly. He tied our wrists together first, my wrists bound to Father Baron’s, then Baron’s to mine, so we were tied facing each other, our chests almost touching and cocks brushing each other.
The rope was cool against my skin and knotted tight against my skin. Enough to remind me I wasn’t going anywhere.
Father Michael stepped back to admire his work. “Perfect. Now you can’t run, can’t hide. Can’t even touch yourselves.”
He picked up the belt again, running it across his palm. “Baron already took his punishment tonight. You, Will… you walked in on your own. That makes you just as guilty.”
My mouth went dry. “Yes, Father.”
He folded the belt once and snapped it. The sound made both of us flinch.
“You’re going to count,” he said. “And thank me after each one.”
The first strike landed across my ass, the pleasure alive in me immediately.
“Oh fuckkk. One,” I gasped. “Thank you, Father.”
The second came faster, whipping me right where my thighs and ass met.
“Two. Thank you, Father.”
Beside me Baron moaned, his cock rubbing against mine at the sound.
Father Michael didn’t stop. He worked methodically. Left cheek, right cheek, the backs of my thighs, each strike precise, making my cock strain erect against Father Baron’s dick.
“Five,” I choked out, the pain and pleasure clouding my brain. “Thank you, Father.”
“You’re turning such a pretty shade of red, Father Will. Father Baron, look at him. Tell him how beautiful he is like this.”
Baron’s voice was wrecked. “You’re beautiful, Will. Marked by Father Michael and shaking. So fucking beautiful.”
The praise hit harder than the belt and I moaned his name. “Father Baron.”
Father Michael hummed in approval. “Good boy.” Then he brought the belt down again, harder this time, right across both cheeks.
“Fuck! Six!” I cried out. “Thank you, Father!”
Tears pricked my eyes. My cock throbbed painfully, pre cum dripping onto the floor between us.
The rope kept our wrists tied together, forcing us to stay close, cocks rubbing together with every movement.
He circled to Baron next. “Your turn to feel it again. Just a few more, since you started this.”
Baron nodded eagerly. “Please.”
The belt whipped across Baron’s ass. He jerked forward, his cock rubbing hard against mine. We both moaned. “Oh God.”
“One,” Baron gasped. “Thank you, Father.”
Another whip. It felt like heaven.
The movement between our cocks was maddening, driving us insane. It was slick and so fucking hot.
“Two. Thank you, Father.”
Father Michael paused after the third, trailing his hand on Baron’s whipped skin. “You’re both dripping for me. Look at the mess you’re making on my floor.”
He bent and wrapped one hand around both our cocks at once, squeezing and slowly stroking.
We both cried out as need almost wrecked us.
“Please,” I begged. “Father, please let us come.”
“No.” His grip tightened. “You come when I decide you’ve earned it.”
He released us, stood, and picked up the belt again.
“Last three for each of you,” he said. “Then we’ll see if you’ve learned your lesson.”
The final strikes were the worst, landing right where my skin was already burning and aching. I counted through tears, thanking him after each one, loving every bit of it.
When it was done he dropped the belt and knelt behind me.
“You’re both so open for me,” he murmured. “Stretched, marked, tied. So fucking perfect.”
He pushed two fingers into me without warning. I arched, moaning, the rope pulling tight as Baron leaned forward.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“I want you inside me,” I sobbed out, losing my damn mind. “I want you to fuck me while I’m tied to Baron. I want you to use us both until we can’t think.”
Baron’s voice joined mine, broken. “Please, Father. Fuck us. Ruin us. We’ll be good. We’ll take everything.”
Father Michael pulled out his fingers, stood, and I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling again, not for whipping this time.
For what we'd been waiting for.
For him to fuck us till we couldn't stand straight.
He stepped behind me first. “Hold still.”
He lined up and thrust into me in one smooth, deep stroke. I cried out, body jerking forward, my cock rubbing hard against Baron’s.
Baron moaned, forehead pressed to mine. “Fuck… Father Will…”