After the church was done with all it's daily routines, the Father was about to head home.
However, he noticed that everybody had left except a petite femboy Twink who shyly waited for the Father to notice him.
"Hello young man. How can I help you in this late hour?"
The Twink immediately blushed.
"Good evening Father, I apologize for asking so late but I was wondering if I could confess some sins of mine."
The Father was a tall, beefed up, lightly bearded man in his mid thirties. His black robe hid most of the structure of his body but the Twink knew this man of God was sculpted like a Roman warrior underneath. He'd been stalking him at the gym, after all.
Father felt like he had seen this Twink somewhere before but he couldn't pinpoint. The Twink was wearing a cute little black crop top, exposing his belly piercing. He was decorated with all kinds of jewelry: black and brown bracelets, a black choker with a cute golden ornament hanging low, gothic earrings. And most importantly the tight denim shorts that were clearly designed for the girls and the gays packing a fat juicy ass. His denim's buckle looked like it was barely able to hold his thick booty together.
"Why of course, a Father is always available for his people, come, follow me into the confession booth."
The Twink coyly followed him.
As soon as the Twink sat down in the darkness of the booth, he was barely able to keep his thoughts for himself.
"Forgive me Father for I have sinned. Tonight, the whole time you were giving your speech and doing your regular duties, rather than praying to God, I was only daydreaming about how fat your cock must be."
The Twink gasped regarding what he just said.
There was no response from the other side for a moment. The Twink suddenly felt so afraid. What is the Father going to do? He knew the Father was LGBT friendly and everything, but the Twink was a godforsaken fuckslut.
"Go on?"
Upon receiving a reply, the Twink finally calmed down a bit, and proceeded to spill out the rest of his thoughts.
"As you were doing your thing, I kept drooling at you and kept imagining myself being fucked in my mouth and my asshole and being slapped and choked by you."
The Twink couldn't believe he was just saying his cursed thoughts out loud. He was shaking with the fear of what his Father would do to him. And yet his cock was throbbing so bad in his tight and tiny denim shorts that his hands just undid his buckle and pulled his slutty cock out just so he could sit more comfortably.
"... and?"
Holy fuck, the Twink thought to himself.
He knows there's more.
"...and uh, earlier this afternoon, when I couldn't hold it any longer or contain my slutty thoughts, I went to the basement where all the liquor is stored that no one knows about to masturbate to my thoughts about you, but as I was pleasuring myself, a Nun walked in on me and immediately started laughing and threatening me to tell everybody. I begged her to keep it a secret so she told me that in exchange for keeping my secret, she wanted to drain her cock inside my tight asshole until her balls were empty right then and there. At first I hesitated but dear God I was so horny and I still had my cock hanging out and it was rock hard. She could tell my body was twitching with lustful excitement the second she blackmailed me so she had me in a corner. And when I consented, she immediately whipped out her thick dong from underneath her veil and it was so giant that I squealed. And before I could say anything she immediately turned me around pushed me on one of the empty tables and removed my shorts with such ease. She literally pulled out a huge pack of lube and plastered it into my slutty little asshole with her fingers and immediately shoved her fat cock inside me. She fucked me and fucked me for a full hour, slapping my booty and slapping my face, choking and squeezing my neck, calling me a helpless little whore. She used me as much as she wanted. And what I am most ashamed of is, midway, she stopped for a water break and for a moment she felt like being merciful so she asked me to run away and told me that my secret is safe with her. But at tht point I legit requested her to pull her thick dong inside me again and finish the job because that's just how much of a slut I am. So she put her dick back inside me and fucked my brains out until I was shaking with my orgasm and she creampied me until she got bored. But before leaving, she saved my number in her phone and told me that I have to keep meeting her every Sunday afternoon in the same cellar and the second I stop, she'll tell everybody. And I'm so afraid to be outed as a helpless fuck whore so I decided to confess everything to you."
Throughout his entire story, the Twink kept rubbing his cock helplessly because he was such a slut, he couldn't relive the memory without touching himself.
"Please, help me Father. Nobody in my family knows I'm this much of a slut. It would be so embarrassing. Perhaps you could let people know that I'm closer to God and am on a path of enlightenment to save my reputation in case something happens?"
On the other side, the Father only had one thought in his mind: isn't this Twink the fuckhole with the onlyfans and an annoying social media presence?
The Father was never truly a believer of God and only did it as a profession, and every now and then, he somehow found himself opportunities such as these where he can use his power and appeal for his own entertainment. So long as nobody is harmed in any way, though.
After a long pause, the Father finally decided to chime in his thoughts.
