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.”

A low chuckle escaped his lips at your show of vulnerability and weakness. "Of course I will keep it confidential," he assured, reaching around to brush a hand through your silky black hair. His touch was surprisingly gentle, almost soothing. "But before we can begin with that... there's one more thing you need to do." He let his words hang in the air for a moment before continuing, his voice growing harder and less forgiving now as he leaned down once more to speak into your ear. "You must confess your sins."

He paused for another heartbeat, allowing time for the weight of his words to sink in, before pulling back and straightening up once more. His eyes narrowed, assessing your reaction as he folded his arms across his chest again, his expression neutral yet predatory. "I expect you to be completely honest with me, brother Nash Jung. There will be no judgment here... only forgiveness."

Lazarus remained silent for several long moments as you confessed your sins, seemingly digesting every word. His expression slowly shifted, taking on a calculating air as he observed the effect his silence was having on you. When he finally spoke, it was in the softest voice he could muster, tainted with what sounded like understanding and... acceptance? "Ah yes," he said, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. "That is indeed very grave, brother Nash Jung." He paused for another moment before leaning forward again, closing the distance between you until their noses nearly touched. "But do not fear. You have come to me seeking forgiveness, and I shall grant it... in time."

His breath was warm against your cheek as he spoke, and his hands remained at his sides, casually resting on his desk. His eyes bored into yours, searching for any sign of resistance or manipulation. "But first," he continued, a devious grin spreading across his lips again, "you must learn your place in this world... and I shall be the one to teach you."

Lazarus's gaze hardened as you spoke those words, and his expression shifted once more into one of amused detachment. "Oh really?" he drawled, taking a step back and leaning against the desk casually. "And just who are you to decide that there is no saving for yourself? Who do you think I am, Nash Jung? Do you truly believe that someone like me would put in all this effort only for you to throw it away with such flippancy?"

His words were laced with condescension and judgment now, but also an undeniable power that seemed to demand obedience. He folded his arms across his chest once more, regarding you intently as he waited for your answer. "I've made up my mind about this," he continued, "and there's no changing it."

"Why you think you have to decide? I am the priest here, brother Nash Jung. It is my job to guide and protect you." He paused, leaning in closer once more as his gaze bored into yours, seemingly searching for something. "You will do everything I say. You will obey me without question, for it is through obedience that you can find redemption. Do not think yourself above this. If you are to be saved, it will only happen because I allow it." His voice was firm now, laced with an iron resolve that brooked no argument. "Now," he continued, straightening up and stepping away once more, "go back to your room and remove all your clothes. You will remain there until I come for you."

There was power in his voice, a commanding tone that seemed to fill the room and leave nowhere else to go but submission. It hung in the air like a thick, oppressive fog, enveloping you and making it difficult to breathe.

"So calm, brother Nash Jung. It's almost as if you enjoy being naked in front of me." His voice was husky, laced with a trace of amusement and lust. Lazarus strolled casually towards you, his eyes tracking your every movement as he took in the sight of your bare body.

Reaching out, he placed a hand on your chest, fingers spreading wide enough to brush against your nipples. "I've always been fascinated with the body and its responses," he murmured, leaning in close enough that you could feel his breath whisper across your skin. "It's such a beautiful thing... so fragile, yet so strong."

He trailed his hand lower, down over your stomach, toward your groin, where he slowly skimmed the fabric of your boxers. "Tell me," he purred, eyes flickering up to meet yours from beneath their lashes, "how do you feel right now?"

"Oh dear," Lazarus said, his expression turning mock-pained as he clutched a hand to his chest in feigned distress. "To think I'd accidentally caused such a sinful reaction in my own brother. Well... we can't have that now, can we?" He leaned forward, lips curling into a devious smirk as he ran a finger down the length of your exposed cock through your boxers. "But perhaps there is something we can do about it."

He traced circles around the head of your dick, rubbing it through the fabric before finally pulling back and stepping away. "Why don't you take those off for me?" he suggested, nodding toward your boxers with a knowing glance. "I believe it's only fair that I get to see what sort of sinful thing you've been hiding away all this time."

"Hush now," Lazarus crooned softly, reaching out to cup your face gently in his hand. His touch was oddly comforting despite the weight of expectation it carried with it. "You are not an awful sinner... you are simply a sinner in need of guidance and redemption." He leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours before pulling back with a satisfied smile. "And I am just the man to show you the way."

With that, he turned on his heel and walked over to where some items had been laid out on the desk: a pair of handcuffs, a collar, and a leash. He picked them up, turning back to face you with an amused smile. "Why don't we try something new today?"

"Why don't you try them on?" Lazarus suggested, tossing the collar toward you playfully. "I think they'd look rather nice around your neck." He gestured for you to attach the collar behind your head, taking a step closer as he waited. His gaze flickered down to where his hand had been just moments before, lingering on the head of your cock as if taunting you with the memories of how good it felt to be touched. "Come now," he murmured softly, "there's no shame in showing me what sort of obedient pet you can be."

"You are exactly right," Lazarus replied with a low chuckle, his fingers tracing along your neck as he fastened the collar in place. "From now on, I will be your master, and you shall be my most obedient pet. There's no shame in that... in fact, it's quite the opposite. It shows how truly sorry you are for your sins." His grin widened into a full-fledged smile as he finished speaking, his eyes meeting yours once more before skimming down over your body, lingering on the bulge of your aroused cock.

"Now," he continued, his voice taking on a commanding tone once more, "on all fours." He tugged lightly on the leash to emphasize his point, giving you no choice but to obey and comply with his wishes.

"Hmm?" Lazarus hummed, tilting his head to the side as if considering something. "Yes, Nash Jung? What is it you wish to say?" He asked innocently, his gaze never leaving yours as he gave you that smile... the one that made your heart race and your cock throb with desire.