Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned -- Sex in public, Sex in a church, implied self harm
Title: Bless Me Father For I have sinned.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Eric/Choir Boy Orlando, also Orlando/Karl
Summary: When a young boy goes to confess his sins he reveals that he is not as innocent as the bishop thought.
Warnings: AU, Religious aspects, Sex in a church, implied self harm,
Disclaimer: I do not know either Orlando Bloom or Eric Bana; I make no claims to wards either man’s sexual preference or religious belief’s. This never happened I made it all up. I am making no money from this story as it is written for purely entertainment purposes so please don’t sue me.
A/N: This was inspired by the picture that Slashy_Slash posted of Eric in a bishops hat along with the comment she made about him being made head of the catholic church.
1) I do not know anything about the inside of a confession box as I am not religious. So I made it all up to fit with my muses ideas.
2) If you are religious you probably wont want to read this if you are easily offended as it includes the corruption of innocence and also a priest inside a chapel.
3) Most importantly this is an Alternate Universe fic as Orlando is not a choir boy and Eric is not the bishop of any church.
4) In the beginning of the Fic Orlando is 18 so of the age of consent.
5) People who have been castrated can still have erections, orgasms and ejaculations.
Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned
Orlando closed his eyes; his knees were aching as he knelt on the floor of his dormitory. He had been kneeling for what seemed like eternity even though it could only have been a few minutes. He heard a muffled moan and his eyes opened slowly, revealing the thatch of dark pubic hair, surrounding the rosy hued cock that filled his mouth. His hands gripped the back of well defined thighs as he bobbed his head back and forth so the thick cock could slide effortlessly in and out of his mouth.
He tried to relax his throat as the man in front of him grabbed at his chestnut curls and began to thrust into his throat. Driving his thick cock inside so that it brushed the back of Orlando’s throat. He tightened his hold on the muscular thighs and tried not to choke as the man before him slammed into his mouth.
Tears trickled down Orlando’s cheeks as he looked up and begged with his eyes for the man to ease up slightly, before he lost consciousness as he couldn’t breathe and was slowly beginning to panic. Feeling the man in front of him patting his head gently Orlando knows that it’s almost over, that he has done his job well for tonight. The cock slips from his lips and Orlando takes a shuddering breath as he looked up and blinks in surprise to see the dark haired boy smiling at him while stroking his thick cock.
“Such a beautiful boy Orlando.” They purr as they work their cock to completion watching in amazement as Orlando doesn’t even flinch as his hot cum splashed over his face, clinging to his bronzed skin, like early morning dew. “Fuck you’re beautiful with come streaked over your face. Next time I want to cum on your ass, I want you laid out stark bollock naked on the cold tiles so I can come of your pretty ass.”
Orlando smiled shyly as he knelt on the floor before Karl, his eyes lowering as he knew that it was over, he wasn’t going to find relief not with Karl, he never did. He knew better than to move while Karl was still in his room, even though the cold flagstones of his dormitory room were hurting his knees. If he moved before Karl had left he knew he might not walk straight come morning and he really would rather not have to explain his unusual gait to the head bishop.
“I’ll see you the same time next week Orlando. Be good now and don’t touch your cock I want to be the only one to see you spill. You know I’d love to take your picture right now as a memento of tonight. Would that be all right Orlando for me to have a keepsake of tonight?” Karl asked as he dressed slowly pulling on his black suit and shirt.
Orlando nodded silently and waited for the flash he knew would come as Karl took his picture. Orlando knew as well that this kind of picture could get him thrown out of the choir if it was shown to anyone.
“Thanks, be a good boy now Orlando, remember god see’s all.” Karl said ruffling his hair as he walked passed and closed the door to his room quietly as he left.
Orlando remained kneeling; naked as the day he was born until he could no longer hear Karl’s heavy footsteps as they vanished down the hallway. Letting out a shuddering sob Orlando got to his feet and crossed to the small sink in the corner of his room. Filling it with warm water he picked up his washcloth and soaked it. He brought it up and washed the dried semen from his face. Making sure he had removed all trace of it before moving on to clean the rest of his body.
~~~***~~~
Orlando smiled as he passed by the door of the bishop, his heart was light this morning even after the events of last nights encounter with Karl. He made his way down to the main hall for breakfast and took up his tray.
“You look radiant this morning Orlando.”
“Thank you.” He said looking up and blushing as he heard the mother superior call his name while he held out his tray for his breakfast.
Orlando took his tray and made his way over to one of the tables and sat down on his own. Folding his hands in front of him he gave thanks for his breakfast before tucking into the sweet porridge. Although he wasn’t particularly hungry he knew he had to eat.
He was nervous this morning as he knew that today they would be announcing who had the solo and also the position of the Head Choir Boy today. He knew that both he and Billy were in direct competition with one another for the position. They had been practising for this position for most of their lives. Orlando wanted nothing more than to stand at the front of the choir and lead the boys in the morning hymns when they took part in the Sunday services.
~~~***~~~
Orlando couldn’t believe it, he had the position of head choir boy, and he would also be leading the services from now on until he was replaced. He smiled softly as he changed ready for confession as he knew that he had much to confess today. His knees still ached from kneeling on the floor in his dorm room while he serviced Karl.
He looked in the mirror as he ran his fingers through his tousled curls and blushed as he realised he looked almost sinful in his pale pink shirt with floral prints covering it. He fastened most of the buttons as he knew it would not do to go with it unfastened as he would when Karl came to see him. He pulled on his grey pinstripe pants and attacked his braces, pulling them up onto his shoulders he smiled as he knew that he was dressing to impress the bishop even though he knew that the confession box would hide his efforts for the most part.
Orlando hung his trinkets around his neck and took one last look in the mirror before he made his way out to the chapel. He looked around nervously as he approached the confession box. His eyes settling on the statue of an angel overlooking the box, he bit his lower lip as he shyly lowered his eyes as he knew that the angels saw all his actions, they were the messengers of the lord. They would pass on all his sins if he forgot any and left them untold.
Opening the door Orlando slipped inside and sat down uncomfortably on the hard wooden seat, he took a deep breath as he looked towards the mesh that separated him from the bishop. And the curtain that hung beneath he saw it move slightly as the bishop moved on his side of the division. The bishop moved aside the barrier that obscured the mesh and waited patiently for Orlando to begin.
“Bless me father, for I have sinned.” Orlando said softly clasping his hands in his lap as he lowered his head, allowing his curls to tumble around his face. “It had been four days since my last confession.” Taking a deep breath he felt his palms become moist as he knew that it was now or never to reveal his sins of the last four days. “I accuse myself of the following sins.”
Eric listened to the soft British lilt of the head choir boy, the beautiful yet utterly sinful Orlando. He sighed as he knew that the young boy was incapable of not coming to the confessional at least once a week sometimes more often. Yet he always listened patiently as the boy reeled off his sins and he knew that he shouldn’t feel for him but he knew that ultimately this boy was incapable of keeping the vow of celibacy completely and he knew that it would ultimately bring about a broken heart on the behalf of the young man.
“I have had lustful thoughts on too many times to count since I last confessed, Father my body yearns for things that it should not. I do not know what to do.”
“Have you acted upon these thoughts?”
“Yes Father,” Orlando said looking up towards the mesh and seeing the outline of the bishop behind the screen.
“How many times have you acted upon your thoughts?”
“I do not remember Father. I have committed sins of the flesh with others at least three times in the past four days and numerous times on my own. I am sorry Father.” Orlando whispered, lowering his head in shame as he felt his cock stir as he heard the bishop ask him the specifics of his actions.
“What acts have you committed that you need atonement for my son?”
“I have taken pleasure and given it both orally and with my body. I have done sodomy father and I enjoyed it. Will God forgive me this?” Orlando asked as he knew he had committed a great sin by enjoying the acts he had partaken of this week.
“God loves you Orlando, he will forgive it if it was against your will.”
“What if it was consensual Father? I was not forced. Will he still forgive me my sins?”
“Orlando the lord will forgive all if you are truly sorry for your actions.”
“Father I try to be good but my body yearns for things it should not. Father I have had lustful thoughts when alone in my room, thinking of you. Am I damned for my feelings?” Orlando whispered as he looked up with tears in his eyes as he longed for absolution yet at the same time he longed to feel the love of another man. His heart raced as he heard Eric clear his throat and move to look at him fully through the screen.
“Orlando you know those feelings are wrong in the eyes of the lord.”
“I do, yet why do they make me feel at ease and pleasurable. Surely something that feels so good is not wrong.”
“Orlando you know not everything that feels or tastes nice is good for you, do you not?” Eric asked as he looked at the tear stained cheeks of his prize pupil.
“I do yet I do not understand why this is so wrong. I have strong feelings that I know I should not, yet I commit the same sins daily and it still does not feel wrong.” Orlando explained as he moved to kneel on the floor inside the box. His face inches away from the curtains that separated him from Eric.
“Orlando I do not know what to tell you. I do not know how to help you with your sins. If animals suffer with your ailment they would be neutered to prevent their continued sins.”
“Please, if I am to be damned will you at least grant me the chance to touch you once. I am sure I am not the only one who has lustful thoughts. I have seen your looks when you think I am not watching. Father, do you desire me as I desire you.” Orlando begged as he slid his braces down over his shoulders and reached up to unbutton his shirt baring the smooth expanse of his chest knowing that the bishop could see him through the mesh.
“Orlando it is a sin, what you are offering me I cannot accept. It would damn us both for eternity.” Eric said taking a deep breath as he could hear the rustle of clothing as Orlando stripped out of his clothes, standing so his body pressed against the side of the confession box.
“If you will not touch me father, watch me sin for you. I need to find relief. I need you to see what I feel for you.”
Eric’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the dark nipple pressed against the mesh that separated them. The distended nub poked through one of the holes into his side of the box and he longed to reach out to touch this temptation. His eyes lowered and he could see the way the soft silk curtain was tented on his side that the boy was erect as he pressed his body against the wall.
Eric knew that all he had to do was to part the curtain and then he would be able to touch the silky column of the boys flesh. He balled his hands into fists as he willed himself not to give in. He knew this was a test, a test of faith. The highest temptation of all was the willing body of his sweet charge.
“Touch me father please.” Orlando whimpered as he moved dragging his hardened nipples over the mesh until he stood with his chest pressed firmly against the divide, both pebbled teats poking through the holes.
“Forgive me.” Eric whispered as he sank down to his knees and parted the curtain, his eyes widened in surprise as he saw the slender length of Orlando’s cock. Arching up towards the divide he closed his eyes as he could smell the musky scent that the boy gave off.
Orlando let out a moan of pleasure as he felt the head of his cock engulfed in the warmth of Eric’s mouth. He closed his eyes as he clung to the side of the confession box, his hips instinctively rocking back and forth as he sank into the warm wetness of Eric’s mouth. He threw his head back in passion as he felt his nipples being stroked through the mesh.
Opening his eyes he whimpered as he felt his cock released and then the warm moisture as his nipples were suckled softly. Eric flicked his tongue over and around the hardened teats, caressing, circling all the while his hand stroked the velvety shaft. Orlando mewled in pleasure feeling his body rushing towards his release. Months of longing for this touch were finally coming to a head. He was getting what he had desired, longed for since he had first felt the pleasure of Karl’s mouth on him.
“Oh god, please forgive me.” Orlando moaned when he felt the cool air brush his nipples once more as Eric took his length completely, bobbing his head back and forth as he sank into his mouth. His hips rocking as he steadily fucked his mouth. Orlando knew he wasn’t going to last long, he could feel his balls tightening. The familiar butterfly sensation in his stomach as he felt his cock head brush against the back of Eric’s throat. He knew he was going to find his release and he gripped the satin on the inside of the box and let out a wail of pleasure as he came, his hot semen spilling deep into the bishop’s throat. He heard the sound of fabric ripping as he clung to the side of the box, his legs trembling with desire as he slumped back onto the wooden seat. His heart pounding in his chest as he realised he had committed the ultimate sin, he had cause a priest to break his vow of celibacy for him, cause him to commit sins of the flesh because of him.
Eric stumbled out of the confession box and opened the door on the other side. He blinked back tears as he saw the slender form of Orlando, flushed from their union and he knew that he might never get the change again so he climbed inside and pulled Orlando into his arms, crushing his lips against the boys. Orlando clung weakly to him and whimpered into the kiss, tears shone in his eyes as Eric let him free.
“You are all Hell’s temptations and more, yet I do not regret this for a moment.” Eric whispered as he leaned in and kissed the boy once more. Running his right hand slowly through the damp curls as he cradled the body of the youth against him.
“Will you complete me, take me as a lover and forsake the church for me?” Orlando whispered as he felt Eric’s left hand upon his buttocks, gently kneading the flesh.
“Orlando I cannot, it is all I know. You should get dressed and return to your dormitory.” Eric said placing a soft kiss to his forehead. “If I could I would, you know this. I also know of your visitor, the man who makes you feel dirty, and used.”
“Forgive me I only want you. I will give him up if it means that I can have you.” Orlando said looking up with eyes shining with tears. “Please do not reject me I love you.”
“Orlando this must not continue. I will have words with him when he next comes to see you. He has broken you and he will never be allowed to set foot here again. He prays on your innocence and he has corrupted you from God’s path.”
“What of you? What we just shared?”
“It cannot happen again Orlando, it must not, it is wrong.” Eric whispered as he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to Orlando’s forehead once more.
“Then I must leave, I cannot be here if you will not touch me again.” Orlando said struggling free of Eric’s embrace. He picked up his clothes and pushed past Eric, running blindly from the chapel he made his way down the deserted corridor to his own room. Slamming the door behind him he fell to his knees on the floor sobbing.
Orlando gathered his clothes and stuffed everything he could carry into a small leather rucksack before getting to his feet and fleeing the church. He never looked back as he ran out into the night.
~~~***~~~
Ten Years Later
Eric heard the door to the chapel open and looked up from his prayers by the altar. He turned towards the door and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. Standing in the open doorway with tears shining on his cheeks was a ghost from Eric’s past.
Torn jeans clung to slender hips, and a t-shirt that clung to the boys chest barely covering him revealed a smooth stomach and a tattoo of a sun peeked just above the waist band of the jeans.
Eric stood and moved towards the aisle where the boy who had left all those year ago stood, with chestnut curls hanging around his waist, he shivered in the candle light as snow blew in through the open door to land at his feet.
Orlando was beautiful and yet even now he had sadness in his eyes that Eric had never forgotten. He crossed the chapel silently and knelt before Eric, his eyes begging him to forgive him to take him in again.
“Orlando is it really you?”
“Please forgive me.” He whispered as he collapsed on the floor, his hair covering him as he hit the floor.
“Orlando.” Eric called as he knelt to check for a pulse, finding one he was relieved as he rolled the boy onto his side and checked his face. Seeing that he hadn’t hit his head he bent and picked up the slight man and carried him quickly to his old room.
Eric lay the unconscious boy on the bed and carefully removed the black leather coat and set it to one side before slowly easing off the boys boots and wet clothes. He felt his heart ache as he saw the scars along the boy’s arms and up his legs, some looked recent and he wept silently knowing that he had inadvertently caused this by rejecting him all those years ago.
He carefully slipped the covers around Orlando, making sure his wet clothes were put close to the heater to dry and then he returned to the bed and sat down, brushing the chestnut curls from his face, revealing a tired yet still beautiful face. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to Orlando’s forehead before leaving him alone while he went to make some tea as the boy was freezing.
~~~***~~~
Orlando woke some hours later, sitting up he looked around in the darkness and felt his heart pounding as he saw the familiar form of a man he thought he would never see again. He didn’t know why he had returned other than the fact that he knew he wouldn’t be turned away.
Dark brown eyes regarded him as Eric smiled at him from the chair beside the heater, his hair which had been short when he had last seen him hung around his shoulders in soft waves and he had a full beard. To Orlando he had never looked more beautiful than he had now.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Eric asked looking at him and smiling.
“Better thanks. I shouldn’t have come but I had no where else to go. Eric I’m in trouble. I need help.”
“Did you cut yourself because of me?” Eric asked not wanting to push but feeling guilty because of his rejection all those years ago.
“In part, but it was more a way of coping. Eric there is something I need to show you.” Orlando said getting to his feet and blushing as he pushed his briefs down.
“Oh please don’t tell me you did that because of me.” Eric said as he saw that the boy had been castrated. Getting to his feet he crossed over to the boy who quickly pulled his briefs up and crossed his arms across his chest.
“I have sinned less since doing that. It wasn’t because of you. Men hurt me; I couldn’t go less than a day without someone. I later discovered it was because of my high sex drive.” Orlando whispered turning his head away as he felt Eric’s arms wrap around his waist.
“Oh Orlando I am so sorry.” Eric said feeling him flinch in his arms so he let him free.
“For a while cutting myself stopped the urges, but they always came back. In the end I was sent to a doctor after the police picked me up several times for lewd acts in the public bathrooms. This is the result of that. I was hospitalised in a sex offender’s clinic but it had no effect on me so they sent me for castration.” Orlando said looking at Eric as he moved to sit on the bed, drawing his knees up to his chest. His hair fell down around him and covered most of his body.
“You said you were in trouble and needed help, how can I help you?”
“I lost my job because of my scars, the manager said I was a junky and was bad for business. As a result I cannot pay my rent and my landlord has seized all my assets to cover unpaid rent. I have no where to go. I have nothing anymore Eric and you’re my only hope.”
“You are always welcome here Orlando. And I know it’s not much but I can use some help in the Sunday school teaching the choir if you are interested.”
“That would be nice, thank you Eric.” Orlando said leaning forwards and placing a soft kiss to Eric’s cheek. “I never forgot that night we shared and I never regretted it.”
“I never regretted it either. I only wish I hadn’t turned you away but you understand that I couldn’t return your love don’t you?”
“I know. I don’t resent you for turning me down. I understand that I was sick then. If it hadn’t been you I would have probably gone with Karl. But thank you for giving me a second chance. For being there for me when I needed you.”
“You are welcome. Everyone deserves a second chance Orlando.” Eric said smiling as he moved away from Orlando as he lay down, pushing his hair over his shoulder as a yawn escaped his lips. “Get some sleep. This is just the beginning of the rest of your life.”
Eric smiled as he crossed to the door. Looking over his shoulder he saw that Orlando was already asleep in his old bed. He was safe where he belonged.
The End.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Eric/Choir Boy Orlando, also Orlando/Karl
Summary: When a young boy goes to confess his sins he reveals that he is not as innocent as the bishop thought.
Warnings: AU, Religious aspects, Sex in a church, implied self harm,
Disclaimer: I do not know either Orlando Bloom or Eric Bana; I make no claims to wards either man’s sexual preference or religious belief’s. This never happened I made it all up. I am making no money from this story as it is written for purely entertainment purposes so please don’t sue me.
A/N: This was inspired by the picture that Slashy_Slash posted of Eric in a bishops hat along with the comment she made about him being made head of the catholic church.
1) I do not know anything about the inside of a confession box as I am not religious. So I made it all up to fit with my muses ideas.
2) If you are religious you probably wont want to read this if you are easily offended as it includes the corruption of innocence and also a priest inside a chapel.
3) Most importantly this is an Alternate Universe fic as Orlando is not a choir boy and Eric is not the bishop of any church.
4) In the beginning of the Fic Orlando is 18 so of the age of consent.
5) People who have been castrated can still have erections, orgasms and ejaculations.
Bless Me Father, For I Have Sinned
Orlando closed his eyes; his knees were aching as he knelt on the floor of his dormitory. He had been kneeling for what seemed like eternity even though it could only have been a few minutes. He heard a muffled moan and his eyes opened slowly, revealing the thatch of dark pubic hair, surrounding the rosy hued cock that filled his mouth. His hands gripped the back of well defined thighs as he bobbed his head back and forth so the thick cock could slide effortlessly in and out of his mouth.
He tried to relax his throat as the man in front of him grabbed at his chestnut curls and began to thrust into his throat. Driving his thick cock inside so that it brushed the back of Orlando’s throat. He tightened his hold on the muscular thighs and tried not to choke as the man before him slammed into his mouth.
Tears trickled down Orlando’s cheeks as he looked up and begged with his eyes for the man to ease up slightly, before he lost consciousness as he couldn’t breathe and was slowly beginning to panic. Feeling the man in front of him patting his head gently Orlando knows that it’s almost over, that he has done his job well for tonight. The cock slips from his lips and Orlando takes a shuddering breath as he looked up and blinks in surprise to see the dark haired boy smiling at him while stroking his thick cock.
“Such a beautiful boy Orlando.” They purr as they work their cock to completion watching in amazement as Orlando doesn’t even flinch as his hot cum splashed over his face, clinging to his bronzed skin, like early morning dew. “Fuck you’re beautiful with come streaked over your face. Next time I want to cum on your ass, I want you laid out stark bollock naked on the cold tiles so I can come of your pretty ass.”
Orlando smiled shyly as he knelt on the floor before Karl, his eyes lowering as he knew that it was over, he wasn’t going to find relief not with Karl, he never did. He knew better than to move while Karl was still in his room, even though the cold flagstones of his dormitory room were hurting his knees. If he moved before Karl had left he knew he might not walk straight come morning and he really would rather not have to explain his unusual gait to the head bishop.
“I’ll see you the same time next week Orlando. Be good now and don’t touch your cock I want to be the only one to see you spill. You know I’d love to take your picture right now as a memento of tonight. Would that be all right Orlando for me to have a keepsake of tonight?” Karl asked as he dressed slowly pulling on his black suit and shirt.
Orlando nodded silently and waited for the flash he knew would come as Karl took his picture. Orlando knew as well that this kind of picture could get him thrown out of the choir if it was shown to anyone.
“Thanks, be a good boy now Orlando, remember god see’s all.” Karl said ruffling his hair as he walked passed and closed the door to his room quietly as he left.
Orlando remained kneeling; naked as the day he was born until he could no longer hear Karl’s heavy footsteps as they vanished down the hallway. Letting out a shuddering sob Orlando got to his feet and crossed to the small sink in the corner of his room. Filling it with warm water he picked up his washcloth and soaked it. He brought it up and washed the dried semen from his face. Making sure he had removed all trace of it before moving on to clean the rest of his body.
~~~***~~~
Orlando smiled as he passed by the door of the bishop, his heart was light this morning even after the events of last nights encounter with Karl. He made his way down to the main hall for breakfast and took up his tray.
“You look radiant this morning Orlando.”
“Thank you.” He said looking up and blushing as he heard the mother superior call his name while he held out his tray for his breakfast.
Orlando took his tray and made his way over to one of the tables and sat down on his own. Folding his hands in front of him he gave thanks for his breakfast before tucking into the sweet porridge. Although he wasn’t particularly hungry he knew he had to eat.
He was nervous this morning as he knew that today they would be announcing who had the solo and also the position of the Head Choir Boy today. He knew that both he and Billy were in direct competition with one another for the position. They had been practising for this position for most of their lives. Orlando wanted nothing more than to stand at the front of the choir and lead the boys in the morning hymns when they took part in the Sunday services.
~~~***~~~
Orlando couldn’t believe it, he had the position of head choir boy, and he would also be leading the services from now on until he was replaced. He smiled softly as he changed ready for confession as he knew that he had much to confess today. His knees still ached from kneeling on the floor in his dorm room while he serviced Karl.
He looked in the mirror as he ran his fingers through his tousled curls and blushed as he realised he looked almost sinful in his pale pink shirt with floral prints covering it. He fastened most of the buttons as he knew it would not do to go with it unfastened as he would when Karl came to see him. He pulled on his grey pinstripe pants and attacked his braces, pulling them up onto his shoulders he smiled as he knew that he was dressing to impress the bishop even though he knew that the confession box would hide his efforts for the most part.
Orlando hung his trinkets around his neck and took one last look in the mirror before he made his way out to the chapel. He looked around nervously as he approached the confession box. His eyes settling on the statue of an angel overlooking the box, he bit his lower lip as he shyly lowered his eyes as he knew that the angels saw all his actions, they were the messengers of the lord. They would pass on all his sins if he forgot any and left them untold.
Opening the door Orlando slipped inside and sat down uncomfortably on the hard wooden seat, he took a deep breath as he looked towards the mesh that separated him from the bishop. And the curtain that hung beneath he saw it move slightly as the bishop moved on his side of the division. The bishop moved aside the barrier that obscured the mesh and waited patiently for Orlando to begin.
“Bless me father, for I have sinned.” Orlando said softly clasping his hands in his lap as he lowered his head, allowing his curls to tumble around his face. “It had been four days since my last confession.” Taking a deep breath he felt his palms become moist as he knew that it was now or never to reveal his sins of the last four days. “I accuse myself of the following sins.”
Eric listened to the soft British lilt of the head choir boy, the beautiful yet utterly sinful Orlando. He sighed as he knew that the young boy was incapable of not coming to the confessional at least once a week sometimes more often. Yet he always listened patiently as the boy reeled off his sins and he knew that he shouldn’t feel for him but he knew that ultimately this boy was incapable of keeping the vow of celibacy completely and he knew that it would ultimately bring about a broken heart on the behalf of the young man.
“I have had lustful thoughts on too many times to count since I last confessed, Father my body yearns for things that it should not. I do not know what to do.”
“Have you acted upon these thoughts?”
“Yes Father,” Orlando said looking up towards the mesh and seeing the outline of the bishop behind the screen.
“How many times have you acted upon your thoughts?”
“I do not remember Father. I have committed sins of the flesh with others at least three times in the past four days and numerous times on my own. I am sorry Father.” Orlando whispered, lowering his head in shame as he felt his cock stir as he heard the bishop ask him the specifics of his actions.
“What acts have you committed that you need atonement for my son?”
“I have taken pleasure and given it both orally and with my body. I have done sodomy father and I enjoyed it. Will God forgive me this?” Orlando asked as he knew he had committed a great sin by enjoying the acts he had partaken of this week.
“God loves you Orlando, he will forgive it if it was against your will.”
“What if it was consensual Father? I was not forced. Will he still forgive me my sins?”
“Orlando the lord will forgive all if you are truly sorry for your actions.”
“Father I try to be good but my body yearns for things it should not. Father I have had lustful thoughts when alone in my room, thinking of you. Am I damned for my feelings?” Orlando whispered as he looked up with tears in his eyes as he longed for absolution yet at the same time he longed to feel the love of another man. His heart raced as he heard Eric clear his throat and move to look at him fully through the screen.
“Orlando you know those feelings are wrong in the eyes of the lord.”
“I do, yet why do they make me feel at ease and pleasurable. Surely something that feels so good is not wrong.”
“Orlando you know not everything that feels or tastes nice is good for you, do you not?” Eric asked as he looked at the tear stained cheeks of his prize pupil.
“I do yet I do not understand why this is so wrong. I have strong feelings that I know I should not, yet I commit the same sins daily and it still does not feel wrong.” Orlando explained as he moved to kneel on the floor inside the box. His face inches away from the curtains that separated him from Eric.
“Orlando I do not know what to tell you. I do not know how to help you with your sins. If animals suffer with your ailment they would be neutered to prevent their continued sins.”
“Please, if I am to be damned will you at least grant me the chance to touch you once. I am sure I am not the only one who has lustful thoughts. I have seen your looks when you think I am not watching. Father, do you desire me as I desire you.” Orlando begged as he slid his braces down over his shoulders and reached up to unbutton his shirt baring the smooth expanse of his chest knowing that the bishop could see him through the mesh.
“Orlando it is a sin, what you are offering me I cannot accept. It would damn us both for eternity.” Eric said taking a deep breath as he could hear the rustle of clothing as Orlando stripped out of his clothes, standing so his body pressed against the side of the confession box.
“If you will not touch me father, watch me sin for you. I need to find relief. I need you to see what I feel for you.”
Eric’s breath caught in his throat as he saw the dark nipple pressed against the mesh that separated them. The distended nub poked through one of the holes into his side of the box and he longed to reach out to touch this temptation. His eyes lowered and he could see the way the soft silk curtain was tented on his side that the boy was erect as he pressed his body against the wall.
Eric knew that all he had to do was to part the curtain and then he would be able to touch the silky column of the boys flesh. He balled his hands into fists as he willed himself not to give in. He knew this was a test, a test of faith. The highest temptation of all was the willing body of his sweet charge.
“Touch me father please.” Orlando whimpered as he moved dragging his hardened nipples over the mesh until he stood with his chest pressed firmly against the divide, both pebbled teats poking through the holes.
“Forgive me.” Eric whispered as he sank down to his knees and parted the curtain, his eyes widened in surprise as he saw the slender length of Orlando’s cock. Arching up towards the divide he closed his eyes as he could smell the musky scent that the boy gave off.
Orlando let out a moan of pleasure as he felt the head of his cock engulfed in the warmth of Eric’s mouth. He closed his eyes as he clung to the side of the confession box, his hips instinctively rocking back and forth as he sank into the warm wetness of Eric’s mouth. He threw his head back in passion as he felt his nipples being stroked through the mesh.
Opening his eyes he whimpered as he felt his cock released and then the warm moisture as his nipples were suckled softly. Eric flicked his tongue over and around the hardened teats, caressing, circling all the while his hand stroked the velvety shaft. Orlando mewled in pleasure feeling his body rushing towards his release. Months of longing for this touch were finally coming to a head. He was getting what he had desired, longed for since he had first felt the pleasure of Karl’s mouth on him.
“Oh god, please forgive me.” Orlando moaned when he felt the cool air brush his nipples once more as Eric took his length completely, bobbing his head back and forth as he sank into his mouth. His hips rocking as he steadily fucked his mouth. Orlando knew he wasn’t going to last long, he could feel his balls tightening. The familiar butterfly sensation in his stomach as he felt his cock head brush against the back of Eric’s throat. He knew he was going to find his release and he gripped the satin on the inside of the box and let out a wail of pleasure as he came, his hot semen spilling deep into the bishop’s throat. He heard the sound of fabric ripping as he clung to the side of the box, his legs trembling with desire as he slumped back onto the wooden seat. His heart pounding in his chest as he realised he had committed the ultimate sin, he had cause a priest to break his vow of celibacy for him, cause him to commit sins of the flesh because of him.
Eric stumbled out of the confession box and opened the door on the other side. He blinked back tears as he saw the slender form of Orlando, flushed from their union and he knew that he might never get the change again so he climbed inside and pulled Orlando into his arms, crushing his lips against the boys. Orlando clung weakly to him and whimpered into the kiss, tears shone in his eyes as Eric let him free.
“You are all Hell’s temptations and more, yet I do not regret this for a moment.” Eric whispered as he leaned in and kissed the boy once more. Running his right hand slowly through the damp curls as he cradled the body of the youth against him.
“Will you complete me, take me as a lover and forsake the church for me?” Orlando whispered as he felt Eric’s left hand upon his buttocks, gently kneading the flesh.
“Orlando I cannot, it is all I know. You should get dressed and return to your dormitory.” Eric said placing a soft kiss to his forehead. “If I could I would, you know this. I also know of your visitor, the man who makes you feel dirty, and used.”
“Forgive me I only want you. I will give him up if it means that I can have you.” Orlando said looking up with eyes shining with tears. “Please do not reject me I love you.”
“Orlando this must not continue. I will have words with him when he next comes to see you. He has broken you and he will never be allowed to set foot here again. He prays on your innocence and he has corrupted you from God’s path.”
“What of you? What we just shared?”
“It cannot happen again Orlando, it must not, it is wrong.” Eric whispered as he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to Orlando’s forehead once more.
“Then I must leave, I cannot be here if you will not touch me again.” Orlando said struggling free of Eric’s embrace. He picked up his clothes and pushed past Eric, running blindly from the chapel he made his way down the deserted corridor to his own room. Slamming the door behind him he fell to his knees on the floor sobbing.
Orlando gathered his clothes and stuffed everything he could carry into a small leather rucksack before getting to his feet and fleeing the church. He never looked back as he ran out into the night.
~~~***~~~
Ten Years Later
Eric heard the door to the chapel open and looked up from his prayers by the altar. He turned towards the door and he felt his heart pounding in his chest. Standing in the open doorway with tears shining on his cheeks was a ghost from Eric’s past.
Torn jeans clung to slender hips, and a t-shirt that clung to the boys chest barely covering him revealed a smooth stomach and a tattoo of a sun peeked just above the waist band of the jeans.
Eric stood and moved towards the aisle where the boy who had left all those year ago stood, with chestnut curls hanging around his waist, he shivered in the candle light as snow blew in through the open door to land at his feet.
Orlando was beautiful and yet even now he had sadness in his eyes that Eric had never forgotten. He crossed the chapel silently and knelt before Eric, his eyes begging him to forgive him to take him in again.
“Orlando is it really you?”
“Please forgive me.” He whispered as he collapsed on the floor, his hair covering him as he hit the floor.
“Orlando.” Eric called as he knelt to check for a pulse, finding one he was relieved as he rolled the boy onto his side and checked his face. Seeing that he hadn’t hit his head he bent and picked up the slight man and carried him quickly to his old room.
Eric lay the unconscious boy on the bed and carefully removed the black leather coat and set it to one side before slowly easing off the boys boots and wet clothes. He felt his heart ache as he saw the scars along the boy’s arms and up his legs, some looked recent and he wept silently knowing that he had inadvertently caused this by rejecting him all those years ago.
He carefully slipped the covers around Orlando, making sure his wet clothes were put close to the heater to dry and then he returned to the bed and sat down, brushing the chestnut curls from his face, revealing a tired yet still beautiful face. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss to Orlando’s forehead before leaving him alone while he went to make some tea as the boy was freezing.
~~~***~~~
Orlando woke some hours later, sitting up he looked around in the darkness and felt his heart pounding as he saw the familiar form of a man he thought he would never see again. He didn’t know why he had returned other than the fact that he knew he wouldn’t be turned away.
Dark brown eyes regarded him as Eric smiled at him from the chair beside the heater, his hair which had been short when he had last seen him hung around his shoulders in soft waves and he had a full beard. To Orlando he had never looked more beautiful than he had now.
“Hey, how are you feeling?” Eric asked looking at him and smiling.
“Better thanks. I shouldn’t have come but I had no where else to go. Eric I’m in trouble. I need help.”
“Did you cut yourself because of me?” Eric asked not wanting to push but feeling guilty because of his rejection all those years ago.
“In part, but it was more a way of coping. Eric there is something I need to show you.” Orlando said getting to his feet and blushing as he pushed his briefs down.
“Oh please don’t tell me you did that because of me.” Eric said as he saw that the boy had been castrated. Getting to his feet he crossed over to the boy who quickly pulled his briefs up and crossed his arms across his chest.
“I have sinned less since doing that. It wasn’t because of you. Men hurt me; I couldn’t go less than a day without someone. I later discovered it was because of my high sex drive.” Orlando whispered turning his head away as he felt Eric’s arms wrap around his waist.
“Oh Orlando I am so sorry.” Eric said feeling him flinch in his arms so he let him free.
“For a while cutting myself stopped the urges, but they always came back. In the end I was sent to a doctor after the police picked me up several times for lewd acts in the public bathrooms. This is the result of that. I was hospitalised in a sex offender’s clinic but it had no effect on me so they sent me for castration.” Orlando said looking at Eric as he moved to sit on the bed, drawing his knees up to his chest. His hair fell down around him and covered most of his body.
“You said you were in trouble and needed help, how can I help you?”
“I lost my job because of my scars, the manager said I was a junky and was bad for business. As a result I cannot pay my rent and my landlord has seized all my assets to cover unpaid rent. I have no where to go. I have nothing anymore Eric and you’re my only hope.”
“You are always welcome here Orlando. And I know it’s not much but I can use some help in the Sunday school teaching the choir if you are interested.”
“That would be nice, thank you Eric.” Orlando said leaning forwards and placing a soft kiss to Eric’s cheek. “I never forgot that night we shared and I never regretted it.”
“I never regretted it either. I only wish I hadn’t turned you away but you understand that I couldn’t return your love don’t you?”
“I know. I don’t resent you for turning me down. I understand that I was sick then. If it hadn’t been you I would have probably gone with Karl. But thank you for giving me a second chance. For being there for me when I needed you.”
“You are welcome. Everyone deserves a second chance Orlando.” Eric said smiling as he moved away from Orlando as he lay down, pushing his hair over his shoulder as a yawn escaped his lips. “Get some sleep. This is just the beginning of the rest of your life.”
Eric smiled as he crossed to the door. Looking over his shoulder he saw that Orlando was already asleep in his old bed. He was safe where he belonged.
The End.