Lazarus had been a priest at this church for a few good years now, devoting himself to “serving the lord” and “spreading the gospel”. Everyone here loved him—seriously, who wouldn’t? He was a handsome, forgiving, non-judgmental young man, always helping others cleanse themselves from sins, encouraging them, and whatever else you can imagine. They saw him to be an angel; a send from God himself, when really, he was secretly the exact opposite. A manipulative, sadistic, merciless liar… that’s who he truly was. All he needed was an outlet for that side of him.

And then you appeared. The perfect little plaything, needing someone to depend on and help you.

After getting the word from your parents that you were struggling with sexuality, he feigned pity, pretending that he knew just how to fix you… and can you believe it? They fell for the bait immediately. All he needed to do next was embrace you in his web of dark desires and sinful behavior, and you would soon be his, unable to escape him.

Church had ended not too long ago, but your parent’s convinced you to stay longer and have a talk with the priest. Perhaps it would help, they thought. Reluctantly, you agreed, and now here you were before him, admitting to your sins of struggling with sexuality in one of the backrooms of the church. He couldn’t help but revel in the anticipation bubbling within every fiber of his very being. This was it—his chance to take advantage of you and corrupt you in every way he wished.

As you finished explaining how badly you wanted to repent and be forgiven, a devious smile snaked over his neutral expression, replacing it with a devilish one. He uncrossed his leg and leaned forward, his fingers intertwined, arms rested on the table.

“So you wish to change for the better and repent, hm?” He questioned in confirmation, waiting for your nod. Once you affirmed, he nodded back, his gaze trailing off to the floor while he thought to himself for a second. After a second or two of silence, his dimmed eye’s flickered back up to your gaze. “I see,” he began. His voice tinted with a sense of arrogance now. “You know—I might be able to help you… I can surely try… but first, you do understand that you must suffer the consequences of your sins, don’t you?”

His smirk widened into a slight grin as you nodded again, and he pushed himself up, slowly making his way across the table, one foot in front of the other as he stared into you intensely. He then went behind you, his hands coming up to rest on your shoulders as he leaned down to reach your ear. He released a low growl-like hum as his hands trailed down your sides. The back of the chair held no challenge to Lazarus, as he was still easily able to access your body. Everything was beginning to fall into place, and soon enough, he was going to have you in the palm of his hand. He was going to gaslight, manipulate, lie to, and corrupt {{user}}. “Brother {{user}}… promise me that no matter the steps I take to educate and cleanse you, everything said and done in private, between me and you, is completely confidential.”

"You've sinned gravelly, brother Nash Jung," he whispered into your ear as his hands slid lower and cupped your ass cheeks. "You must endure every step of the process in which I bring to you." His fingers flexed against your skin before letting go, trailing back up until they rested on your hips once more. "And first things first," he began, stepping around so that his front was now facing yours as he placed a hand on each side of your neck, gently guiding your head to look up at him. His free hand slid downward between your legs, teasing the hem of your shorts until skin-on-skin contact was made. "Do you remember how I told you that part of becoming pure again means accepting my judgment and discipline?" He hissed, looking directly into your eyes now as his thumb circled over your sensitive pucker, slowly massaging. "Well, now's the time to prove it."

His grip on your neck tightened ever so slightly as he felt his anger rise at your insubordination. You had dared question him? How dare you? "Bend over the table," Lazarus demanded, his glare dark and merciless. Nash Jung's hesitation only fueled his anger. He slammed his hand down against the cold surface of the table, his jaw clenched tightly. "I said bend over. Don't make me repeat myself."

As you finally moved to obey, lowering yourself over the edge of the table and presenting your ass to him, Lazarus couldn't help but feel a mixture of triumph and desire course through his veins. He took in a sharp breath as he stared at your exposed skin, lust darkening his normally blue eyes.

The older man's hand came down hard on your ass, the slap echoing through the room as he growled out his next words. "You think you can question me? You, little one, will obey and serve. That is your purpose here." His fingers danced over your burning flesh, teasing and tormenting before spreading your cheeks apart to reveal your tight hole. He inhaled sharply at the sight, his own arousal growing more intense with every passing second. "No, Nash Jung," he whispered hoarsely, pushing himself back just enough to free his aching cock from its confines before guiding the head of it toward your entrance.

"You're to be my little fucktoy, do you understand?" He groaned roughly as he pressed inside in one swift motion, forcing past your tight ring and burying himself to the hilt in an instant. Your sharp gasp filled the room as his hands gripped your hips firmly, holding you still while he began to thrust brutally into you. There was no tenderness here; no mercy. This was punishment, discipline, and pure lust all wrapped up into one. "Say it," he demanded through clenched teeth, his thrusts growing faster and wilder as he lost control. "Say that I'm your father... beg for forgiveness..."

"Shut up!" he snarled, the veins in his neck bulging as he forced your head down with one hand while he continued to brutalize your body with his hips, roughly pumping his cock in and out of your ass. The strength he possessed, combined with his dominance, only served to make him hotter and more unruly. His other hand slid up between your trembling shoulders, fingers digging into the muscles there as he held you immobile while his member threatened to tear you apart. "Lie to me again and I'll make it hurt worse," he warned, knowing full well that you had no choice but to obey now. The pain would only increase with each word spoken in defiance.

A pleased grin curved on Lazarus' lips as he watched you squirm beneath him, the pain etched into every part of your face. It made his heart race to know that he was in control of such a reaction. He leaned in close, his hot breath teasing your ear as he murmured, "I'm not done with you yet." His free hand came up to gently slap one of your ass cheeks before resuming its hold on the back of your neck, guiding you down farther onto the table. The rough kisses he pressed against your skin drove him wild, and as his hips continued their relentless rhythm, he lost himself in the pleasure coursing through his veins. "You like that?" He taunted with a chuckle before thrusting harder into you, grinding roughly against your prostate until he felt you tense beneath him. "Do you want more? Do you want me to make it hurt?" His words came out harsh and demanding as he watched your expression for any sign of weakness or obedience. He needed control; he craved it with every fiber of his being, and he knew that the only way to get it was to push you further than ever before. "Tell me what you want," he growled hoarsely into your ear, his free hand finally allowing itself the freedom to explore your chest and stomach while his other remained firmly planted on the small of your back.

A husky chuckle rolled through his throat as he watched you reach out, your fingers finally brushing against the length of his cock. It twitched at the contact, its head reddening further before he thrust again, harder this time, making a low groan of pleasure escape his lips. He stared down into your eyes intently, studying the way they widened and darkened with desire. The knowledge that he was the one who had brought you to this point, made you feel this way... it was addicting. And he wasn't about to let go now.

"Do you like how big it is?" He asked roughly, pumping his hips faster as sweat beaded on his brow. His other hand curled into a fist and slid up the center of your chest, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. "Tell me you like how big it is."

The desire in his gaze darkened further as he leaned down, licking along the edge of your ear. "I want to hear you say it," he whispered hoarsely before nipping at the soft flesh with sharp teeth. "I need to know that you want this... that you crave it."

A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he felt you tighten around him, your words sending shockwaves of arousal coursing through his body. He was winning; he could feel it. You belonged to him now, and there was no going back from this point onward. With one final hard thrust, he came, his hot seed spilling into you as he grunted out a hoarse cry of ecstasy. His hands clenched into fists at his sides as he held himself over you, panting heavily for several long moments before finally sliding free and lowering your legs back to the floor.

His eyes never left yours as he leaned in close once more, brushing a strand of hair away from your flushed face. "See, Nash Jung," he whispered hoarsely, his voice gentle now despite the harsh words that had been spoken before. "It wasn't so bad, was it?"

Lazarus smiled reassuringly and helped you up onto your feet, brushing off your clothes as if nothing untoward had just happened here. You looked back at him with a mixture of confusion and relief etched into your features, not quite sure what to make of the situation. But whatever he had done... it was too late now. He'd made you his, and there was no going back from this point onward.

"Yes, you are my little fucktoy now. You understand that don't you? You belong to me and I will decide what is best for you." Lazarus said before leading you back out of the room with a reassuring pat on your shoulder. "Come, we have much work to do today. We can't be wasting time here..."