For raggedy_edge - Righteousness (NC-17) Father Gabriel/Ewan/Taylor
Title: Righteousness
Rating: NC-17
Words: 969
Warnings: bondage, whipping, spanking and priests doing naughty things
Fandom/Pairing: Such a nice 'verse, Father Gabriel/Ewan/Taylor
A/N: Father Gabriel lets us in on what drives him as he educates a younger colleague.
The young priest had come to him with tears in his eyes and doubt in his heart and Father Gabriel had known exactly what needed to be done. What demonstration was necessary. So he'd made the call, brought the boy and that's how they had ended up here.
The whore was tied up and draped over the table, legs spread and the proof of his sinful thoughts pressed against the unyielding wood of the table. It didn't seem to matter how much he punished the boy, the next time his member would harden just as fast as before and the penance would have to start anew. Only this time it wasn't him who would administer the lashes and prayers but instead young Ewan.
"Do you see how his body betrays his mind? How the filth going through his head presents itself in his flesh? Put your hand on him and feel the foulness beneath the surface, how it strains to taint everything around it..." The young priest's hand trembled as he reached out to touch the smooth-looking skin of the man's back and the keening moan his touch elicited made him flinch.
"Do not give in to fear or pity, you have to be forceful, strengthened by the power of the Lord... sure in your belief." Ewan swallowed and nodded, shifting his grip on the riding crop in his hand.
Now, start the recitation of the prayer together with the mortification of the harlots flesh. One stroke for every line." Father Gabriel stepped back to give Ewan room to move and he had to fight his own treacherous body's reaction to the sight before him. The black of the cassock enhanced the paleness of Ewan skin and the blue of his eyes and despite the looseness of the fabric he could see the young priest kept his body strong and fit. Father Gabriel started murmuring his Ave Maria's, the prayer beads slipping easily between his fingers, as penance for his own filthy thoughts. Late he would have to do some mortifying himself the drive out the last of the sin. A thrill of righteousness curled along his spine at the thought.
The first lashes were colored by hesitance and doubt, Ewan's voice wavering and breaking on the familiar words of the prayer but by the third the Lord's strength started to fill him and his voice steadied as his hand swung truer, leaving stark red marks on the whore's pale skin. Father Gabriel straightened himself, not with pride cause that is a sin in itself, but with the same feeling of righteousness that filled young Father Ewan and guided his hand. When the pleading started, the devil's words spilling so easily from the harlot's lips he could hear how Ewan's breathing became more labored and it was obvious it was not only his resolve that was hardened by the work.
Father Gabriel stepped up close behind his charge and stilled his hand with his own. The whore was breathing hard but no tears had yet fallen from his eyes and he was desperately trying to grind against the table, searching for friction, for release, the muscles of his arms moving as he tested the strength of the ropes.
"Look at him, still so full of fight, so full of sin. No matter how many lashes, no matter the pain it won't wane. But the Lord has given us another mean of driving it out." Father Gabriel stepped even closer and let his hand slide down Ewan's chest towards his manhood. The faint gasp when he cupped the hard flesh was almost lost among the whores half moans but he heard it and leaned closer.
"This is why you came to me. To get rid of the thoughts and feeling plaguing you. And this is the secret... we transform the sin into a weapon for the lord. Into a way to force the impurities out of the ones so desperately in need of salvation. Like this son of Babylon. Show him the power of the Lord."
The trust in the young priests eyes was reassuring and he accepted Father Gabriel's help in disrobing willingly. Soon Ewan stood before him clad only in the cross hanging around his neck and Father Gabriel smiled at him and graced him with a chaste kiss to his forehead.
"Now, drive the sin out of this boy. Bless him with your seed." Ewan swallowed and nodded before turning towards the young man tied to the table. Father Gabriel pulled a vial of oil from a pocket and pouring some into his hands he stepped behind Ewan and reached around him again.
"This will ease the way." He guided the young priest and stepped back only when he sank into the whore's body with a faint strangled groan. The harlot's moans increased and decreased in volume and Father Gabriel felt himself strain with the urge to deliver his own benediction to the sinner. Then he was struck with inspiration that could only have come from the lord and he quickly stepped around the table, releasing the fastenings on his clothing as he went. He tilted the young mans head upwards with a strong grip to his jaw and looked him in the eye.
"Tonight you will be doubly blessed, tonight you will receive your Lord more than ever before. Be thankful, and accept the forgiveness for your sins." The harlot blinked his eyes and when Father Gabriel's intentions became clear he strained to get as much of his hardness into his mouth as possible and it made Father Gabriel pleased to see him so eager for absolution. Unbidden the Lords prayers came to his lips and the familiar Latin phrases rung out and rose towards the stone ceiling, mingling with the grunts and moans of the other two men.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 969
Warnings: bondage, whipping, spanking and priests doing naughty things
Fandom/Pairing: Such a nice 'verse, Father Gabriel/Ewan/Taylor
A/N: Father Gabriel lets us in on what drives him as he educates a younger colleague.
The young priest had come to him with tears in his eyes and doubt in his heart and Father Gabriel had known exactly what needed to be done. What demonstration was necessary. So he'd made the call, brought the boy and that's how they had ended up here.
The whore was tied up and draped over the table, legs spread and the proof of his sinful thoughts pressed against the unyielding wood of the table. It didn't seem to matter how much he punished the boy, the next time his member would harden just as fast as before and the penance would have to start anew. Only this time it wasn't him who would administer the lashes and prayers but instead young Ewan.
"Do you see how his body betrays his mind? How the filth going through his head presents itself in his flesh? Put your hand on him and feel the foulness beneath the surface, how it strains to taint everything around it..." The young priest's hand trembled as he reached out to touch the smooth-looking skin of the man's back and the keening moan his touch elicited made him flinch.
"Do not give in to fear or pity, you have to be forceful, strengthened by the power of the Lord... sure in your belief." Ewan swallowed and nodded, shifting his grip on the riding crop in his hand.
Now, start the recitation of the prayer together with the mortification of the harlots flesh. One stroke for every line." Father Gabriel stepped back to give Ewan room to move and he had to fight his own treacherous body's reaction to the sight before him. The black of the cassock enhanced the paleness of Ewan skin and the blue of his eyes and despite the looseness of the fabric he could see the young priest kept his body strong and fit. Father Gabriel started murmuring his Ave Maria's, the prayer beads slipping easily between his fingers, as penance for his own filthy thoughts. Late he would have to do some mortifying himself the drive out the last of the sin. A thrill of righteousness curled along his spine at the thought.
The first lashes were colored by hesitance and doubt, Ewan's voice wavering and breaking on the familiar words of the prayer but by the third the Lord's strength started to fill him and his voice steadied as his hand swung truer, leaving stark red marks on the whore's pale skin. Father Gabriel straightened himself, not with pride cause that is a sin in itself, but with the same feeling of righteousness that filled young Father Ewan and guided his hand. When the pleading started, the devil's words spilling so easily from the harlot's lips he could hear how Ewan's breathing became more labored and it was obvious it was not only his resolve that was hardened by the work.
Father Gabriel stepped up close behind his charge and stilled his hand with his own. The whore was breathing hard but no tears had yet fallen from his eyes and he was desperately trying to grind against the table, searching for friction, for release, the muscles of his arms moving as he tested the strength of the ropes.
"Look at him, still so full of fight, so full of sin. No matter how many lashes, no matter the pain it won't wane. But the Lord has given us another mean of driving it out." Father Gabriel stepped even closer and let his hand slide down Ewan's chest towards his manhood. The faint gasp when he cupped the hard flesh was almost lost among the whores half moans but he heard it and leaned closer.
"This is why you came to me. To get rid of the thoughts and feeling plaguing you. And this is the secret... we transform the sin into a weapon for the lord. Into a way to force the impurities out of the ones so desperately in need of salvation. Like this son of Babylon. Show him the power of the Lord."
The trust in the young priests eyes was reassuring and he accepted Father Gabriel's help in disrobing willingly. Soon Ewan stood before him clad only in the cross hanging around his neck and Father Gabriel smiled at him and graced him with a chaste kiss to his forehead.
"Now, drive the sin out of this boy. Bless him with your seed." Ewan swallowed and nodded before turning towards the young man tied to the table. Father Gabriel pulled a vial of oil from a pocket and pouring some into his hands he stepped behind Ewan and reached around him again.
"This will ease the way." He guided the young priest and stepped back only when he sank into the whore's body with a faint strangled groan. The harlot's moans increased and decreased in volume and Father Gabriel felt himself strain with the urge to deliver his own benediction to the sinner. Then he was struck with inspiration that could only have come from the lord and he quickly stepped around the table, releasing the fastenings on his clothing as he went. He tilted the young mans head upwards with a strong grip to his jaw and looked him in the eye.
"Tonight you will be doubly blessed, tonight you will receive your Lord more than ever before. Be thankful, and accept the forgiveness for your sins." The harlot blinked his eyes and when Father Gabriel's intentions became clear he strained to get as much of his hardness into his mouth as possible and it made Father Gabriel pleased to see him so eager for absolution. Unbidden the Lords prayers came to his lips and the familiar Latin phrases rung out and rose towards the stone ceiling, mingling with the grunts and moans of the other two men.