Chapter 125 Threesome Sex
“Feel that?” he murmured. “That’s how bad you want it. That’s the punishment. Every throb, every drop, is mine. You don’t get to take it back.”
“Yes, Father,” I breathed. “It’s yours. All of it.”
He squeezed hard once then released me. I nearly sobbed at the loss.
“Walk to the door,” he ordered. “Slow.”
I took one step. The plug pressed deeper.
Another and my cock bobbed, leaking steadily.
Another and my thighs shook like they would give out any moment.
By the time I reached the door I was panting, sweat coating my forehead.
He came up behind me, hand sliding around to hold me right above where I ached most.
“Open it,” he said quietly.
I reached for the handle and turned it. The cold corridor air rushed in.
And there, frozen in the doorway, was Father Will.
Eyes wide, his clothes rough, his cheeks already flushed like he’d been running. Or like he’d been waiting.
For this.
He stared at me, slightly bent and trembling, cum on my thighs, plug clearly visible where my boxers did not cover and then his gaze snapped to Father Michael behind me.
Father Michael didn’t flinch or pull away.
His hand stayed on my body possessively.
“Father Will,” he said smoothly. “Perfect timing.”
Will swallowed. “I… I couldn’t sleep. I heard… noises.”
Father Michael’s laugh was dark. “Of course you did. Come inside.”
Will hesitated, eyes darting between us.
“Now,” Father Michael added, firmly now. “Close the door behind you.”
Will stepped in, locking the door behind him.
Father Michael’s hand slid lower, palming my cock once through the cloth deliberately. I moaned, hips jerking into his touch.
“Look at him, Will,” Father Michael said. “Look at what happens when someone disobeys. Father Baron came here tonight thinking he could take more. He’s leaving full of me, plugged, aching, and still not allowed to come.”
Will’s eyes dropped to the wet spot on my boxers, then lower, to where the plug’s base pressed against me.
Father Michael pressed his lips to the side of my neck. “Tell him why, Father Baron.”
I met Will’s gaze, my voice absolutely fucking wrecked. “Because I broke the rule. Because I came back. Because I begged for it. And now… now I’m being punished.”
Will licked his lips. “And you… you’re letting him?”
Father Michael chuckled against my skin. “I’m not just letting him. I’m making sure he remembers. And since you’re here, Will… perhaps you should help.”
Will’s eyes widened. “Help?”
Father Michael released me and stepped away, gesturing to the desk. “Come here. Both of you.”
I moved first, legs shaking and Will followed behind.
Father Michael leaned against the edge of the desk, then crossed his arms. “Strip, Will. Then bend over beside him.”
Will’s hands shook as he obeyed. His cock was already hard, and leaking at the tip.
Father Michael looked between us and I could tell what he saw. Two priests, bent over his desk, asses presented, both marked by him in different ways.
“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Two disobedient little sluts, side by side.”
He moved behind us. I felt his hand on my lower back first, pressing the plug deeper. I moaned. “Holy fuck. I want that.”
Father Michael chuckled low. “Do you now?”
Then the same hand slid over to Will, fingers teasing his hole.
“Spread wider,” he ordered.
We both did.
Father Michael’s voice dropped lower. “Tonight doesn’t end. Tonight we see how much you can both take.”
He leaned down between us, mouth at my ear first. “You’re going to hold that plug in while I fuck him. Then we’ll switch.”
He turned to Will. “And you’re going to watch Baron suffer, then take your turn. No coming until I say. Understood?”
Will whimpered. “Yes, Father.”
I echoed him, voice hoarse. “Yes, Father.”
Father Michael straightened.
“Good boys,” he said. “Now let’s begin.”