Oh MY Goodness!!!!

I don't know if anyone still reads the blog, but I finally found the password for this place after soooo long. Something told me to come check to see if this blog was still up and I was greatly surprise to see it still in existence... Then I saw the comments on my very last post and was moved to do what I could to log back in. I stopped posting because the computer I was writing on deleted all of my stories, I was so heartbroken that I just gave up. BUT the writing bug as bitten me again so I will try to finish up a few of my stories (specifically Change of Skin and Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein) and I also have a few new stories that I'll post in the next week or so.

Thanks if you're reading this-

  N.D

Change of Skin: Chapter 7

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Change of Skin: Chapter Six

Hey people! I'm still alive here! ^_^ I'm just still super busy with moving and all the shit that comes with that, but luckly for you I found time (and internet access) to deliver this to you! I hope you enjoy this chapter, no smut in this one, but still pretty good none-the-less. On to the story!

This chapter is dedicated to the friends I made because of R+. You know who you are and I havent forgotten about you! <3 Whips and Kisses, N.D.

[Chapter 6: Dawning]

Christoph woke the next morning feeling energized as he never felt before, he felt like a new person.  Standing from his bed , he walked over to his closet to pull out a pair of jeans. After sliding into the jeans he made his way to the bathroom, taking note that Paul was still in his bedroom. Flipping the light switch on, he stood in front of the sink to brush his teeth. As he brushed his teeth, he caught sight of something on his chest in the mirror. Stepping a bit closer, he saw a faint red mark, almost like a rash on his chest over where his heart was. The mark, though a bit indistinct appeared to be a perfect circle. Putting his hand up to touch the mark, he suddenly had a flash back to that chilling dream he’d had at Till’s house. Tearing his hand away, he quickly finished cleaning his teeth and vacated the bathroom.

Stepping back out into the living room he saw Paul standing over the stove preparing breakfast. Seeing that the man hadn’t noticed his appearance, Christoph decided to give the man a slight scare. Sneaking up behind Paul, he grabbed him by the ribs effectively startling Paul and almost causing him to burn himself. “What the fuck, Christoph?!” Paul shouted clutching his chest a bit. Laughing, Christoph hugged Paul from behind. “Sheesh. Calm down, Paul. I’m just playing with you.” Shaking his head, Paul said glumly. “Haven’t you scared me enough in the past twenty-four hours?” Pulling away from Paul and going to sit at the table, Christoph pulled out a chair and sat down. “Oh come on. Please don’t start on that.” Paul turned around and gave Christoph a pointed look and shook his head again. “Do you want breakfast?” “Yeah sure.” Came the response.

The phone rang and Christoph dashed to answer it, feeling that it was probably important. Picking up the receiver he said “Hello?” “Hello to you too, Christoph.” Came Till’s warm voice, instantly bringing a smile to Christoph’s face. “What are your plans for the day?” Came the smooth voice through the receiver. Shrugging to himself, Christoph replied “Nothing really. I had planned to try and get ahold of you because I needed to discuss something important with you.”

“Well then that works out perfectly, I called to ask if you were available to visit my tailor so he can make some suits for our trip to since most of our time there will be in a formal setting. Is that alright with you?” Came the question.  Doing a slight ‘happy dance’ excited to spend any kind of time with his aloof lover, Christoph replied. “Yes! Of course!”  “Wonderful.” Said the honey-rich voice. “Then after that affair we can have dinner and discuss whatever issue you’re having over a delicious meal.”

“How long do you think you’ll be before you get here?” Christoph asked. “I’m already in town so I should be there in twenty minutes or so.” Till answered. Nodding, Christoph said his good-byes and then hung up the phone. “Was that Till?” Paul asked through bites of French toast. “Yeah.” Christoph said dreamily, almost floating over to the small dining table. Paul snorted. “I should’ve figured as much, you always get really fidgety whenever you talk to him or about him.” Christoph stuck out his tongue at the teasing and then commenced to taking a bite of his breakfast. “So have you been looking for a job at all?” Paul asked. Shaking his head in the negative, Christoph swallowed his food and replied. “No, but I have an explanation to as why I haven’t tried, but I need to speak to Till first before I can divulge any details.” Paul raised a brow at this, but didn’t prod any further on the subject.

“Christoph, you know you always have a home with me even if you don’t have a job; you’re like the little brother I never had. I just ask about the job thing because I know you become restless if you don’t have something productive to do, but now that you have Till I doubt that you become restless now.” Paul gave a devious smirk at his last statement causing Christoph to give a dry look and kick the other male’s shin underneath the table. “Pervert.” Christoph muttered a ghost of a smirk find its way to his lips. “Don’t play coy with me, you two had to have messed around by now. Look at me with a straight face and say you haven’t” Paul smiled, folding his arms over his chest in a triumphant manner.

Taking a final bite of his food, Christoph narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to answer when the house phone rang once more. Knowing that the call was for him, Christoph dashed to answer it looking over his shoulder and playfully shouting “Saved by the phone!”  Answering the phone, Christoph let Till know that he would be right down to greet him and the hung the phone up. Going to his room and grabbing a shirt, he pulled it over his head as he walked towards the front door. “Don’t think you’re off the hook, Mister! You’ll answer my question even if I have to torture it out of you!” Paul threated from the kitchen. Pulling the door open, Christoph laughed at his friend’s antics as he descended the stairs.

As he walked through the doors of his apartment building, Christoph had no problem spotting Till; his flashy sports car standing out next to all of the average cars parked on the street. As he approached the other man, Christoph once again took notice of how stunning Till looked; he also wondered if the man ever wore casual clothing outside of his home. When Christoph finally came to stand before Till, the other man said nothing; instead opting to push him against his car and kissing him fervently. Shocked at first at the slightly aggressive behavior, it wasn’t long before Christoph was under the spell of Till’s exhilarating kiss. ‘Perhaps the reticent ones are the most passionate’ Christoph thought sluggishly. When Till finally decided to stop plundering Christoph’s sweet mouth, the younger male gave a breathy “Good morning to you too.”

“Come let us be off so we’re not late for our appointment.” Till said as he helped Christoph pry himself from his car and opened the door for him to get in. Once both were in the car and heading toward their destination, Till spoke again “I missed you greatly, Christoph.”  Christoph felt his heart flutter at the quiet declaration, never having someone miss him before. Shyly putting his hand on Till’s muscled thigh, Christoph returned the sentiment. “I missed you too, Till. I couldn’t stop thinking about you even though we were just together yesterday.” “It was the same for me as well, my thoughts were constantly clouded with your visage.” Till elaborated. Christoph smiled brightly at the other man’s statement, knowing from the visual cues he was getting that divulging feelings wasn’t something that Till normally did as evidenced by the death grip he had on the steering wheel.

They finally pulled in front of a beautiful antiquated shop. “We’re here.” Till stated as he got out the car and opened the door for Christoph. Walking through the front door and seeing the store filled to the brim with expensive looking outfits, Christoph immediately felt out of place in his jeans and t-shirt. Following behind Till they came to stand before a bespectacled man intently working on a navy colored suit on a mannequin. When the man failed to notice their presence, Till cleared his throat slightly startling the old man. “Oh! Herr Lindemann you’ve arrived! I’m sorry about that, it seems in my old age I’m becoming a bit senile.” Till waved his hand in dismissal. “It’s is of no consequence since we’re in no rush.” The old man took his glasses off and cleaned them on his vest. “So what can I do for you to day?”

“You remember Herr Schneider, correct?” Till began. The old man nodded and smiled “Of course! How could I not remember such a generous man?” Pulling Christoph from behind him and presenting him to the old man, Till spoke once more. “Well this is his son Christoph.” The older man’s eyes widened in surprise.  “My goodness! I thought he was believed to be dead?” Christoph stood awkwardly in front of the man and offered a weak greeting. “Your father was a great man, it devastated him something fierce when you disappeared. But enough idleness, I’m sure you don’t want to hear an old man’s ramblings.” The elder man stood from his seat and beckoned the two males to follow him into the back where the fitting room was.

“So Herr Lindemann, what did you have in mind for your young friend here?” The man asked. “I would like to commission you to construct three, make that four suits for Christoph. I would like them to be made from the finest and most breathable linen you can procure as we are visiting a country whose climate is quite oppressive.” Till explained. “Ah, going on holiday?” The man asked. “Yes and no, it’s a pleasurable business trip if you get my meaning.” Till supplied. “Aye, I do. Now, Herr Schneider disrobe and stand upon this stool so I can get your measure you accurately.” The man requested. Hesitant at first, be getting reassurance from Till; Christoph pulled his shirt over his head and the pulled his jeans off, happy that he choose to wear underwear today. Standing upon the wooden stool, Christoph stood patiently as the man took all of the required measurements. Turning his eyes to Till, Christoph saw that Till’s eyes were roaming his body heatedly; everywhere Till caressed him with his piercing gaze felt like it was set aflame. “There we go! All done!” The shopkeeper exclaimed happily as Christoph stepped down from the stood to retrieve his clothing.

Once Christoph was dressed the walked back to the front of the store. “The suits should be finished in about three days, is that alright Herr Lindemann?” Questioned the old man. “Yes that is acceptable, how much do I owe you?” Till asked. Waving both hands in the air the shopkeeper replied “There’s no charge today, Sir. These are on the house for your continued patronage.” Till nodded his thanks and the two departed from the store.

“So what are we gonna do now?” Christoph questioned once they were back in the car. “Well if you don’t mind I needed to check on my flat that I let my cousin use for his wild parties; I’d like to make sure the building’s not been burnt down or completely trashed.” Till explained. Christoph’s eyes bulged at that statement. “Your cousin has burnt down a building before?” He asked incredulously. Nodding his head ruefully, Till confirmed the fact. “Yes, a friend’s guest house, it was when we were much younger though.”  Twenty minutes later the two arrived outside a lavish apartment building, walking inside Christoph realized that this wasn’t the same kind of apartment building he was used to where people are packed like sardines.

As the ascended the spiraling staircase he saw that this building only had a few occupants, there were only three doors he’d seen. When they arrived at the top of the stairs, Till took out his key and let them into the home. Once inside they saw that no fires were alit and the home was pristine, Till looked visibly relieved. “Come sit down.” Till said as he made his way over to the Victorian era couch. “Would you like anything to drink?” He asked. “Yeah, could I have some water please?” Christoph asked. “Of course.” Till intoned. Returning from the kitchen with a bottle of mineral water and handing it to Christoph, Till sat down next to him and quietly watched him down his drink. When Christoph placed his drink down on the coffee table before him, Till took the opportunity to pounce on him like had earlier in the day. Covering the younger male’s mouth with his own, Till moaned when he felt Christoph’s tongue beg for entrance. 

 As soon as Christoph’s soft muscle was within the confines of Till’s greedy mouth the predator in him took over and he dominated the kiss; eventually breaking the kiss to nip at Christoph’s swollen lips. The pleasure filled moan that escaped from Christoph’s supple lips spurred Till to abandon the conquest of his lips and plunder other areas. Kissing down his jawline to where his neck was, Till paused to lick up the length of Christoph’s graceful neck causing him to shudder and thrust his hips upward. Snickering at the boy’s reaction to his teasing, Till leaned back in and nipped sharply had the sensitive parts of his neck making him whimper and thrash a bit. Lifting his shaky hands, breath coming out in short wisps; Christoph made to unbutton Till’s shirt, but a shrill noise rent the air interrupting their petting session. Growling angrily, Till sat up and snatched his cell phone from his jacket he’d laid on the arm of the couch. “What?!” He snarled into the phone, gripping it as if he wanted to break it to bits. Telling the person to hold on, he excused himself from Christoph’s presence and walked into his office. Sitting up, Christoph fanned himself with his hand trying to cool the fiery heat that arousal had surged within his body. ‘How does he do that?! It must be unnatural to get someone so aroused so fast!’ He mused to himself. A few minutes later Till emerged from his office, walking stiffly and face tense.

“What’s wrong Till?” Christoph questioned, putting a hand on Till’s arm when he came to stand before him. “It seems as though I have to fix another one of Richard’s screw ups, do you mind waiting for me I promise I won’t be too long.” He said. Nodding his head rapidly, Christoph replied “Of course I don’t mind.” The other male’s face relaxed a bit. “Alright, make yourself at home. Help yourself to anything you like, I shall return as soon as possible.” Till said and then kissed Christoph upon his forehead.

After Till had left Christoph tried to entertain himself by watching television but failed to find anything worthwhile to watch. Standing and stretching he decided to look around the huge apartment and possibly do a little snooping. As he walked through the home he saw various interesting artifacts, such as the beautiful intricate dagger encased in glass and an ancient looking marble bust of a man with rams horns sprouting from his head, the placard at the bottom reading ‘Jupiter: Deus-Pater’. One odd thing that Christoph noticed as he looked around that there were no photos of Till’s family or of Till for that matter. He eventually dismissed the abnormality thinking about how he had no pictures of his parent’s or himself either. Wandering into the office and flipping the light on an archaic map took up a large portion of one of the walls.

 Stepping up to the map he saw markers on the map seemingly following the path of something, the origin of whatever was being followed originating in what appeared to be the farthest reaches of the Mediterranean coast and spreading in many different directions from there each path marked a different color from the other. Eyes flicking to the corner of the map he found the map to be dated from late 1600s. Once he was done with his assessment of the map, he stepped away from the map and looked about the room trying to find anything else of interest. Only spotting books and scattered papers on the desk with what looked like financial figures, he decided to leave the room and relax on the couch once more. Plopping back down on the couch he flipped through the channels until he found something semi-decent to watch. As he watched the television show about the mating habits of rams, the peaceful droning of the narrator’s voice eventually lolled him into sleep.

{Start Dream}

He walked across the cool marble floors of his sanctuary delighting in the soft crunch of the fragrant rose petals against his bare feet. All around him various people kneeling and shouting declarations of praise and devotion. He did not acknowledge them, no words of gratitude slipped passed his lips and his eyes were fixed upon the masked figures that stood next his ornate throne especially the one on the right. When he approached the stairs, he lifted his crimson robes and ascended the few steps there. He then nodded his greeting to the two and turned to face his audience, robes swishing as he moved.

Then he held out both hands to his side palms up, offering them to both of the men standing on either side of him. The two males took the man’s hand and helped lower him into his seat. Looking over to the masked man on his left, his favorite, he felt him lift his hand and kiss his knuckles. Tuning his visage to the people that were still groveling before him, he shook his head and proceeded to pull away the pure gold cast mask revealing his cherubic face to his subjects. The people in the room gasped in wonder and admiration having never been allowed to look upon their sovereign’s face. His ice blue eyes seemed to glow in the dim light torch lit room filled with mirth as to what was about to occur. Crossing his leg over the other and leaning back in the chair, he smirked and said “Why you act as if you’d never seen someone’s face before.” A brave soul, a man, found the courage to speak. “My liege would you allow me the honor of speaking?” Rolling his eyes and waving his hand dismissively, the ruler said “Speak.”

The man bowed and rose back up “We are all deeply honored to be able to gaze upon your countenance. It is just that no one has ever seen the face of our leader and many have, excuse me for this, assumed you had leprosy.” A dark look crossed the ruler’s face and the outspoken man began to quake where he stood. Then a bubbly sounding laughter rent the air and the ruler waved his hand dismissively once more. “Don’t fret old man, you need not worry about losing your head over mere rumors, I am not that malicious. The reason you were all called here is because of my unmasking.” The ruler paused and ran his hand through his wavy locks. “You see as I have sacrificed the ability to wear this blessed mask tonight, you all must make sacrifices too.” The older man spoke up again “Pardon me my liege, but I’m not quite sure I understand what you mean. All of the necessary sacrifices to the Gods have been made for year.”

Smirking once more, the ruler beckoned the man closer to him. Leaning forward in his seat, the leader pointed to the intricate marking upon his brow. “You see this? This is the marking of the Gods, I have been blessed in their name to bear their mark. The sacrifices made to them were not enough, they tell me they need something more…substantial.” The elder man shook his head. “I’m sorry my liege, I think I still fail to understand you.” The ruler leaned back in his seat, his face clouded with true darkness this time. “It figures that sheep like you wouldn’t understand.” He said coldly and then proceeded to kick the elderly man to the floor. Raising his voice so all could hear, the ruler said “What this means for all of you pathetic little bugs is that… YOU’RE ALL DEAD!” Then the heavy doors to the shrine slammed shut seemingly on their own and the fire on the torches flared and turned a ghostly blue-white.

The ruler laughed madly as the two masked men standing at his side began to massacre the people in the room; pulling their masks away to feast on the blood and flesh of their victims. When all in the room had perished except a young female, the larger of the formerly masked men pulled her roughly over to where the ruler sat; his face and hair stained with bits of gore. The other male came to stand next to his counterpart holding a bejeweled golden chalice. The favored male produced an ornate dagger and pulled the girl’s head back roughly by her hair. When the blade was placed against her delicate throat she began begging and pleading for her life, but the ruler gazed at her unfeelingly.

When the ruler nodded the girl’s neck was slit and the chalice was quickly placed under the blood flow making sure to fill to the brim. The male with the chalice approached the ruler and handed him the cup filled with life-blood and he greedily drank it down; reveling in the power he felt being poured into his body. Once the cup was drained the ruler stood and descended the stairs to stand before the two males. Pulling the hidden pin in his robe, he let the fabric fall from his body in a flurry of crimson and gold bearing his body to the men before him. He then kneeled before them as they too undressed their phalluses already erect and pointing at the ruler as a heady sacrament. Wiping the corner of his mouth and smearing some blood left there, he leaned forward and began to pay homage to the beings before him.

{End Dream}

A/N: YAY! Another chapter down! Oooh! That was an interesting dream, huh? But was it really a dream? Or was it a past life? Who knows?! Stay tuned for the next installment of Change of Skin. *Is off to try and write somemore while she still has the time*

Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein? (Chapter Eight)

Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein?

[Chapter 8: Awakened]

Running his hands through his slightly damp hair, Richard unlocked the door to his room; a grin plastered on his face. Stepping in to the room he heard the shower running, signaling that Christoph was now awake. Digging through his bag, Richard was in search of something to wear for the day. Hearing the bathroom door click open, Richard looked up to see Christoph step out of the bathroom. “Hey, how are you feeling?” Richard asked. “Better than I did last night. Thanks for that medicine; I’m sure I’d be feeling like shit without it.” The boy said. Richard shook his head and smiled. “Don’t thank me, it was Paul that gave it to me.” At the mention of Paul, Christoph’s face became solemn. “I’m sorry for-“ Richard put his hand up. “Don’t worry about it, you were messed up so technically it wasn’t your fault for having loose lips.” Christoph nodded at that. “So what’s with the goofy grin?”

Richard only grinned wider. “Nothing.”  Christoph raised an eyebrow. “Do you really expect me to believe that? Especially since you were gone before I woke up. Let me guess, you saw Father Lindemann?” Richard nodded. “Well spill! What happened?!” Christoph asked excitedly. “I dunno if I should tell you.” Richard said still smiling. “Oh come on! Stop teasing me!” Christoph whined.  “Alright! But I’m not giving details.” Richard stated. Christoph pouted, but agreed. “He and I…We messed around in the church.” Richard said. Christoph’s eyes got glassy. “Really?!” “Yeah really. Father Lindemann, I mean Till, has a really kinky side.” Richard explained further. “Oooh! You’re on a first name basis with him!?” Christoph asked.

“Yep, I sure am.” Richard said smugly. “Wow, he must really be interested in you. So what are your plans for the day?” Christoph questioned. “Well later on tonight I’m gonna go meet  up with Till, but other than that nothing. I haven’t even gone to bed yet.” Richard said as he rubbed his eyes. “Damn! You haven’t gone to bed yet? Well I was going to go study for that biology test we have on Monday,so you’ll be able to get some beauty sleep while I’m gone. “ Christoph said as he stood up. “Alright. How long are you going to be gone?” Richard asked, laying down on his bed. “I’m going to stay out as long as I can so I won’t disturb you. What time do you want me to wake you?” The other boy asked.

“Wake me before dinner so I can jump in the shower before we eat.” He said. “Okay. See you this evening.” Christoph said walking out the door. “Later.” Came the reply.

Several hours later Richard was gently awaked by his friend and went to take a hot shower. Standing under the steaming hot spray, Richard bathed himself as he thought about later that night. ‘I wonder what Till wants to talk about. Knowing him he probably doesn’t even want to talk, he doesn’t seem to be particularly verbose.’  Lathering his body up, he felt his cock began to stir at the thought of Till just pushing him up against a wall and ravishing him. ‘Gods, I don’t need to work myself up now.’

Speeding up the process of cleaning his body before he had to take care of himself, Richard finally finished and got out of the shower. After going through his normal primping, Richard finally left the humid bathroom. When he stepped out of the other room, he found Christoph staring at him brazenly. Wondering at why the other boy was looking at him in such an uncharacteristic fashion, Richard looked down at himself and realized he was still shirtless. Smirking at bit to himself, still feeling a bit aroused from his shower; he decided to tease the boy a little. Looking directly at Christoph and narrowing his eyes, he slowly began to saunter over to where he was sitting on his bed; taking delight in how the boy’s eyes seemed to grow larger with every step. When he finally came to stand before Christoph he ran his hand through the boy’s soft wavy locks, and then straddled his lap; smirking at the slight gasp that escaped his slightly parted lips.

Leaning in and holding back a groan when he felt Christoph’s erection brush against his crotch, Richard whispered against his lips. “Tell me something Christoph. You’ve never been with another male before, have you?” Christoph broke eye contact and began to blush. “Come on, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Richard said. Looking back up into Richard’s crisp blue eyes Christoph began to sputter. “N-no I’ve never…” Smirking again, Richard prodded.

“You’ve never what? C’mon you can say it.” Sighing lightly, Christoph finally answered. “No, I’ve never had sex with another man. There I said it!” Leaning back and then standing, Richard began to laugh. “Ha! I knew it!” Christoph grabbed a pillow and smacked Richard with it. “You ass! You did all of that just to find that out? You could’ve just asked like a normal person you know!” Still laughing a bit, Richard replied “Yeah, I could’ve asked you normally, but then it would’ve been less fun that way.” He then turned to pick up his shirt that he left on his bed, missing the longing look Christoph cast his way.

“Plus…” Richard began as he pulled his shirt over his head. “You know you liked it anyway. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t.”  At that Richard spun around, hands on his hips and an arched brow raised. Christoph trying to appear challenging, but failing miserably eventually backed down and said. “Yeah you’re right I did like it. Now let’s go eat dinner.” He finished, trying to change the subject. “Alright.” Richard said following behind the other boy. Wanting to rile him up one last time, Richard slapped Christoph’s ass; causing the boy to jump in surprise and give Richard and odd look. Richard just responded with one of his charming smiles and followed the boy to the dining hall.

After dinner the two boys stood outside, Richard getting ready to go meet up with Till. “Don’t wait up for me tonight, I don’t know when I’ll be back.” Said Richard. Nodding, Christoph turned to the direction of their dorm. “Okay. Be safe and make sure you’re back before daybreak.” “Alright, Good Night Christoph.” Richard said and then the two parted ways.

As Richard made his was down the path to the church he was quite deep in thought about what occurred with Christoph earlier that night. ‘Damn, I shouldn’t have toyed with him like that. If he hadn’t looked at him like that he wouldn’t have had teased him the way he did.’ Though Richard supposed it was partially his fault, letting his arousal work him up like that. Now Christoph was acting kind of odd, Richard hoped he hadn’t damaged their friendship because of his actions. Realizing he’d already arrived at the church, he stored those thoughts away for later dissection and pulled open the heavy oak door of the building. Walking into the darkened church he looked around to see if Till was already there, not seeing anyone, Richard decided to take a seat on the last pew.

Hearing an odd sound he jumped and looked behind him but saw nothing, figuring it was just the old building settling into its foundation he relaxed. As he looked around the dimly lit church, he thought back to what he’d done there earlier. Shivering in delight at the thought of how he’d touched himself at Till’s command, Richard felt his cock stir to life. ‘I wonder what Till wanted to talk about. I hope he wants to do more than talk.’ Richard’s cock twitched and he repressed a groan. ‘Oh how I’d love to take his cock in my mouth. I wonder if he’s loud in bed, that’d be so hot.’ Richard licked his lips and reached down to grab hold of his throbbing dick, the lusty thoughts too much for him to not touch himself.

Suddenly Richard felt a hand cover his mouth and he began to struggle, trying to turn and see his attacker. When he felt another hand snake its way down his body to grab his dick he froze in shock until he heard a low velvety voice in his ear. “So you like touching yourself in church, you naughty little boy.” Trying to turn and this time being successful, he turned wide eyes to Till’s smirking visage. “You beast! You scared the shit out of me!” Till laughed. “You’ll live. After all what’s life without a little fear?” Richard let out a sardonic snort. “If you say so. So what’s the plan for tonight?”

“Well, I was thinking that you’d come back to my house for a while and get to know each other a bit.” Till said as he leaned over Richard’s seated form. At hearing the double entendre in Till’s words, Richard smirked and stood to leave. “Sounds good to me.”  Walking around the pews and taking Till’s muscled arm, the two men left the church. Walking through the dark field in silence, Richard took notice of how the silvery moonlight made Till’s chiseled face look even more mysterious. Till looked as if he could’ve been sculpted out of the finest marble by Michelangelo himself.  Richard still wondered why he wasted such a figure on being a Man of the Cloth, but through his cohorts with him Till couldn’t possibly take that position that seriously. Could he? Richard definitely planned on asking about that and how he knew Paul (if his mouth wasn’t too busy that is). Another anticipatory shudder jolted down his spine at that thought. “Cold?” Till asked with knowing smirk on his face. “No.” Richard replied with a slight grin of his own.

The two finally made it to the beautiful antiquated house and stepped inside. Flipping on the lights, Till told Richard to make himself at home, while he went to change his clothes. Waiting for Till to return, Richard looked about the living room, this time taking in the décor now that he wasn’t being shoved out of the house by a frantic Paul. He saw the house was decorated in a nice quaint style, it felt as if he went back in time to the 1930s. Hearing Till making his way down the stairs, he sat back down so he didn’t look as if he were snooping around the man’s house.

Sitting his massive form next Richard on the couch, Till reached for the bottle of Brandy that was sitting on the table. Then opening a small box, he took out two shot glasses and filled them with the tawny liquid.  “Here.” Till said, holding the small glass. “I don’t kno-“ Richard began. “Don’t give me that shit. I know you drink and I know Paul took you and your friend out the other night.” Till said matter-of-factly. Eyes bulging and mouth slightly agape, Richard reached out and took the small glass; hoping the fiery drink would help ease the anxiety he was currently feeling. “How?” Was all Richard could manage. Smiling one of his dashing smiles, Till replied “I know everything that goes on here, nothing escapes my watchful eye. Plus, it doesn’t help that Paul is one of my oldest friends and that I can tell when he’s guilty.”

“Oh.” Richard choked out, the slight burn of the Brandy drying his throat out some. Till downed his own drink and scooted closer to Richard, running his hand slowly through the boy’s hair. “Don’t worry Richard, you should know your secrets are safe with me.” Till then leaned down as he pushed Richard’s t-shirt up and whispered against the skin there. “I just wish you had invited me to go along.” Twitching at the tickling sensation that Till’s soft lips made as they moved up supple flesh of his belly, Richard stammered out “N-next time you should- Ah! Come with us. H-how did you meet-“ He felt a finger to his lips effectively shushing him. Till directed his darkening irises to Richard’s glassy ones. “That is a discussion for much later. Now is a time for a more…voluptuous subject matter.” He murmured against Richard’s skin.

With that said, Richard felt his pants being wrenched off his body at a speed he didn’t think was possible. He then watched Till crawl up his body, the look on his visage akin to the stance predators take when stalking their prey. When Till’s solid body covered his own effectively trapping Richard, he took notice of the downright feral look in the other man’s eyes. He could no longer see the intriguing blue-green, now it was replaced by the ebon of his pupils, having completely dilated in the deep arousal coursing through the man’s veins. A few more seconds passed with the two males staring wondrously into each other’s eyes, until the dam of willpower broke and Till pulled Richard into a soul searing kiss.

Eventually breaking away for air, Till took the opportunity to pull Richard’s t-shirt off effectively rendering him nude. Grabbing onto Richard’s raging erection as he plundered his lips once more, Till jerked his cock roughly earning pants and whimper’s from the male underneath him. Pulling his sensuous lips away from Richard’s greedy ones, Till smirked down at the boy; taking in his flushed appearance. “My, my aren’t you a lusty one. We’ve only just begun and you’re already so wound up.”  All Richard could do is let out a soft whine and bite his lip in pleasure. Suddenly Till stood up from the couch and Richard was pulled out of his haze at the loss of warm that Till’s body had provided him with. “W-where are you going?” Richard asked not wanting to be left so aroused. The only answer Richard got was a devious smirk as Till turned and walked away. Following the other man with his eyes, he saw him pause at one of the far walls and take something that was hanging on wall.

As Richard watched Till make his way slowly across the room, he noticed that he was completely nude whereas Till wore a tight black shirt that stretched nicely over his broad chest and some tight black jeans that did nothing to hide the massive hard-on he was sporting. When Till finally came to stand before Richard, he could see what Till was holding in his hand; it was flat and wooden with holes in all four corners and one in the center. Looking up at Till, Richard asked confused “What’s that?”

“Oh, this old thing?” Till said as he held the paddle up, trying to look innocuous. “Nothing really, just what they used to use on naughty little boys when I used to attend this school.” Getting where Till was going with the paddle, Richard began to squirm in anticipation. ‘Is he really gonna paddle me with that?’ Richard thought. “But why do you have it? I don’t think that I’ve been naughty today.” Richard said, pulling on his ‘good boy’ face. “Ah, you may feel that way. But you have been bad, I caught you touching yourself in church without my permission. Now you must suffer the consequences.”

In a flurry of movement Till grabbed Richard by the waist and positioned him in his lap with his ass in the air. Making sure that Richard was secure on his lap, Till began to drag his nails over Richard’s soft ass. “Mmm. What a delicious looking ass you have, Richard. I can’t wait to see how it looks when it’s nice and red from the paddle. Now how many hits do you believe you should receive?” Licking his lips, Richard replied unsurely. “I-I don’t know.” Till frowned and his voice became stern. “You’d better pick a number because if you leave it up to me who knows how many licks I’d give to your sweet little ass.”

The idea of Till dishing out corporal punishment and the feel of his erection pressing against Till’s was becoming too much for Richard, the headiness of it all making him slightly delirious. “Ten.” Was all he could manage to get out. “Ten what?” Came the growled response. Realizing what the other man wanted, Richard made sure to answer correctly. “Ten hits, please Father Lindemann.” “Good boy.” Came the guttural reply. Then the blows fell upon his supple flesh, stinging delightfully and causing Richard to grind his cock into Till’s. “Ohh.” Richard moaned out as Till delivered more hits. “You like that don’t you? You filthy little slut.” Till said, his voice laced with desire. “I hope you know you deserve much more than this for teasing me and making me have to service myself.” Till thrust his hips upward, nudging his hard dick against Richard’s as he delivered another blow. “You feel that, you slut? You feel my big dick straining to get a piece of your tight little ass? I’m gonna make you regret ever waltzing in to my class in the wanton manner you have been these past few weeks.” Till snarled out as he delivered the final blow.

Richard struggled hard during his punishment not to spill himself onto his teacher’s lap from the way Till was speaking to him. He’d never been with anyone who talked dirty and he was more turned on than he could ever remember being. “Get up!” Came the command. Eagar to obey, Richard sprung up the best he could his legs almost failing him. “Go up the stairs!” Till growled, pointing at the staircase with paddle in hand. Nearly running to the stairs, he could hear Till’s heavy footsteps behind him as he made his way up the stairs. “Faster!” Richard felt the paddle strike his ass once more and sped his pace up the stairs.

Once he reached the top of the stairs, Richard received another blow to his stinging hind-end. “Straight ahead!” Came the gruff command. Hurrying down the hallway to the door that he assumed was Till’s bedroom, Richard pushed the door open with Till right on his tail. Smack! Another hit was given to Richard; and Till snarled out “On the bed!” All but diving onto the huge bed, Richard sat in the very middle of the bed panting; his eyes glued on Till.

Kicking the door shut and locking it, Till kept his eyes on the boy sitting on his bed staring at him with a mixture of arousal and a touch of fear. ‘Good, a little bit of fear is always fun’ Till thought. Still keeping his eyes on Richard, he began to disrobe; pulling his fitted shirt over his head and tossing it away. Then he began unbuckling his belt and unzipped his pants, letting them fall slowly down his body and revealing that he, like Richard had forgone underwear too. Smirking when he saw Richard’s eyes fall to his impressive erection and slightly lick his lips, Till stepped out his pants and walked over to the bed.

Richard could hardly believe what was about to occur, he couldn’t believe how godly the man that stood before him looked. He suddenly felt very small in the huge bed, under the large man’s piercing gaze. Climbing onto the bed, Till pushed Richard onto his back and crawled on top of him; pinning his arms above his head. Then Till leaned down and hovered above the boy’s nipple, blowing his heated breath over the taut skin, causing a shiver to edge its way down Richard’s back. Smirking at his lover’s reaction Till then snaked his tongue out and languidly traced around the hard nub, spurred on by the slight thrusting of Richard’s hips. Eventually becoming impatient with Till’s teasing ways Richard, in a haze of lusty feelings pulled from Till’s grip and grabbed him roughly by the hair and growled out “Fucking suck me already!”

Till froze at the words that thundered out from the young man beneath him. Never had he been with anyone who had the gall, the audacity to order him around. He’d been with an innumerable amount of lovers and he had always played the part of the authoritarian, in control of all aspects of the relationship. But this young man, nay, boy; dare order him around without any compunction to the fact that he could fracture that graceful neck of his with just a slight bit of pressure? But aside from that fact, Richard’s insolence turned him on greatly for it meant he was going to be a challenge in bed and Till always loved a good challenge.

Sneering at the male and ignoring the command for now, Till leaned back down to Richard’s nipple and bit it sharply. Richard let out a strangled moan at the mixed sensation the abuse caused him to feel. Till lay soft kisses across the planes of Richard’s milky skin, making his way down his abdomen. “How endearing it is of you to think you can mandate what occurs in this bed.” He murmured against Richard’s skin causing it to twitch. “But you’ll eventually ascertain that no matter what the situation is I am always in control.” And then he grabbed on to Richard’s pulsating cock and jerked it roughly, running his finger over the seeping head. “Ooh. You’re so hard for me Richard. You said you want me to suck this nice looking cock of yours didn’t you?” Till crooned. Happy to be finally on the receiving end of his teacher’s ministrations, Richard couldn’t find his faculties to answer Till; too busy concentrating on the exhilarating feel of the other man’s large, warm hands on his aching cock. Seeing that his paramour wasn’t responding to his inquiry, Till resorted back to his normal methods of gaining information. Hand snaking up Richard’s body over to his hardened nipple, Till twirled the nub between his fingers as he pulled on Richard’s cock. Moaning in the back of his throat at the new sensation, Richard arched his back into Till’s touch. “Yes, it feels good. Doesn’t it Richard?”

“Ungh.” Richard mumbled. Seeing now that he had no choice but to assert his dominance upon the boy, Till twisted the boy’s already abused nipple severely. Not used to that much pain when being intimate with someone, Richard wrenched himself away from Till. “What the fuck was that for?” Giving Richard a glowering look, Till leaned forward and stalked up Richard’s body again, relishing in the slight amount of distress he found there. “You weren’t obeying me. You didn’t answer my question.” Till stated. Frowning at the answer he just received Richard responded “That’s no fucking reason to-“ Richard was stopped when, Till reached out and yanked his hair roughly and stared directly into his eyes. “I will do whatever pleases me. Do you understand?” Richard saw the intense look in Till’s eyes and shivered in fear and arousal. “Yes.” He choked out.

Then Till slid back down his body a bit and stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, thoroughly wetting it. Spreading Richard’s legs further apart, Till slowly withdrew his finger from his mouth and teased the tip of it along Richard’s back passage; watching his expression the whole time. As he circled his finger around the ring of muscle, Till leaned down to Richard’s cock and flicked his tongue across the head capturing a bead of pre-cum. “Mmm.” He rumbled, pleased at the boy’s saccharine taste. Leaning back down once more, Till engulfed Richard’s dick completely with his mouth; at the same time sinking his thick finger into the boy’s snug ass. “Oh fuck yes!” Richard moaned, his hands automatically fisting in Till’s raven locks. Laughing at Richard’s response, Till commenced to getting the boy off. As he sucked harshly on the tip of Richard’s cock, he used his index finger to prod his prostate; making him thrash and whine.

As Till licked the sides of Richard’s dick, he continued to swirl his finger within the tight cavity ensuring that his aching member would be able to fit in there with minimal injury. Feeling he’d prepared the boy enough, Till pulled his mouth and finger from the boy; snickering at the disappointed sound that followed. Giving Richard a pointed look that said ‘stay put’, Till stood from the bed and pulled open the drawer to the small nightstand. Finding the small vial of oil, Till opened it and poured some of it over his cock as he locked eyes with a panting Richard who’s eyes followed every stroke of his thick turgid length.

Stepping back over to the Richard, Till climbed back on the bed; never taking his eyes off of Richard. He then sat down with his back to the opposite end of the bed. Reaching out he pulled Richard forward until he was essentially sitting in his lap. Smirking at the confused look upon Richard’s face, Till continued to pulled him forward until his throbbing cock was lined up with Richard’s hole.  Just as realization was dawning upon Richard’s face, Till lifted him up some and then slammed him down on his lengthy cock. “Fuck!” Richard moaned when he finally sank to the base of Till’s cock, body twitching and jolting. Always the one under control and composed, Till’s only reaction was a sharp snarl and a clenching of his sculpted jaw.

Looking to see if Till was in a similar state at he was, Richard turned his gaze to Till’s face and was miffed at what he saw. Aside from the light sheen of sweat and his clenched jaw, he looked unaffected; Richard even saw mirth in Till’s eyes letting him know that the man knew what he was doing to him. At that realization Richard took this as a challenge and vowed that he would get Till to lose control no matter what it took. Steeling himself when he felt himself being lifted, he nodded to himself intent on replacing the smug look on Till’s face with a look of sheer pleasure. He would give Till a run for his money.

Every jarring thrust he delivered hit Richard’s prostate directly, every deep controlled pump wrenched forth shuddering moans from Richard’s lips. At this point Richard was losing the game badly, he was trapped within Till’s iron grip unable to move and affect him and at the mercy of his every precisely timed thrust. And that look was still plastered firmly upon his face. That typical prideful male look, that if Richard weren’t currently impaled on the man’s extensive member he’d want to wipe clean off his face. Okay, not really, but damn it was unfair that he couldn’t cause any reaction out of the man due to his current position.

Till hit a particularly sensitive spot and Richard threw his head back and cried out in pleasure and pain. “Aww. What’s the matter Richard? Did my cock go too deep for you?” Till purred. Head still lolled back, Richard stammered out “F-fuck you.” Till then expelled a slightly demented laugh. “I do believe you’re that one that’s getting fucked dear.” He crooned. Till then changed the angle of his onslaught, pitching his hips upward in a different manner. Richard whimpered at the new angle of penetration, he also noted that it brought him closer to Till and allowed him more freedom to move. Testing the waters a bit, Richard rocked his hips slightly; reveling at the sharp intake of air he heard from Till and the tightening of the arms around his waist. Seeing that his movement couldn’t be constricted in this position, Richard began to move his hips in an opposite motion from Till’s.

Richard’s newfound ability to move gave the ammunition to return some of the delicious combat that Till had been waging against his body. Moving his hips in a circular motion against Till’s controlled upward thrusts, Richard heard the beginnings of a moan well up in the back of Till’s throat and felt the slight faltering in the precise pumps that were wracking his body. Figuring that this was the way to break Till’s concentration and get him to lose himself, Richard picked up his pace and fist his hand in Till’s damp hair and yanked it; smirking as a quiet moan slipped forth from the other man’s lips. ‘So he’s a masochist too, good. It’ll be his downfall.’ Richard thought.

Catching on to Richard’s game, Till dug his nails into the flesh of Richard’s hips and increased the speed of his pounding tenfold. Mouth falling open and fingers going slack in Till’s hair, Richard could do nothing but hold on for the ride; the pace Till set entirely too fast for him to keep up with. With every sharp stab of Till’s cock Richard fought away the black spots of pleasure that seemed so intent to taking up his vision; he could also hear this faint whimpering sound that he later realized was his own voice crying out Till’s name. “Yes Richard cry out for me, sing your pleasure for the world to hear.” Till growled into Richard’s ear, sending shocks of pleasure down his spine.

‘I’ve got find something to set him off soon, I don’t know how much longer I can last. He has to have a spot that drives him mad.’ Richard thought hazily. Pushing down some of his pleasure induced delirium, Richard leaned forward and ran his tongue up Till’s muscled neck pausing to bite the tender flesh occasionally. This seemed to have a greater affect than Richard’s previous attempt, because Till’s entire body stiffened and his thrusting became erratic. “You play a dangerous game, boy.” Till rumbled into Richard’s ear. Eyes closed and sweat dripping down his face Richard replied breathily “Some danger is good.” A grunt and the tightening of the hands of hips was his only response.

Richard was spiraling dangerously close to his climax and though his most recent attempt to shake Till’s resolve had affected him greatly, but he still hadn’t lost control. Opening his azure eyes and turning them to Till’s sweat dampened visage, he saw a man teetering on the edge of lucidity. His normally clear eyes were clouded with a burning desire, all former mirth gone from his eyes; the muscles of his face twitched intermittently and soft grunts and growls spilled forth from his full lips. Till made a beautiful sight drowned in the heady syrup of need. Richard only had one more idea and he had to use it soon lest he spill himself due to the wondrous sight before him.

  Plastering a smirk on his face similar to the one Till wore earlier in their game, Richard slid his hands up the planes of Till’s muscular sweat slicked back up to his shoulder blades. Licking his lips and delighting in the way the Till’s already dilated eyes distended even further than he thought possible, he dug his nails into the skin of Till’s back earning a breathy moan from the man. Then Richard slowly drug his nails down the other man’s back, feeling his skin pull away from his body and the sticky warmth of blood bubble to the surface. As he was doing this Till bared his teeth at him like a rabid animal and let out a most guttural snarl. Without missing a beat, Till pushed Richard onto his back still pounding into him like a madman. He then leaned down and bit Richard’s collar bone savagely causing Richard to let out a screeching cry and arch his back giving Till better access to penetrate him further.

Richard held on to the bed for dear life as Till delivered bone jarring thrusts and vicious bites and scratches all over his body. “Is this what you wanted Richard?” Till snarled, looking downright demonic due to some of Richard’s blood being smeared on his face. Richard couldn’t even find it in himself to answer, too entranced with the sight before him to speak. Till then grabbed onto Richard’s engorged cock and began to jerk it roughly in time with his pounding. “Cum for me you fucking slut.” Richard didn’t need to be told twice, and came with a loud moan; shooting his hot liquid onto his chest. Till still moving within him, leaned down and began to clean Richard’s cum from his chest. Once Till had thoroughly cleaned away Richard’s seed, he gripped Richard by the hair and forced his tongue into his mouth making the boy taste himself. Stunned at first Richard quickly melted into the kiss, swirling his tongue around the other man’s enjoying the taste of himself.  Suddenly Till’s massive form stiffened and he expelled a most sensuous and lengthy moan Richard had ever heard.

Resting his head against Richard’s for a few moments, Till then placed a soft kiss against Richard’s bruised ones and pulled out of him. The two lay in silence for a while, still trying to recover from their activities until Richard decided to speak. “Should I leave now?” He asked unsure. Turning his blue-green gaze upon Richard’s lithe form, Till ran his fingers through the boy’s wet hair and then pulled him closer. “No, sleep.” Came the brief response and then Richard snuggled closer to the older man and closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.  

Author's Comment: Yay! The smut was finally delivered! I hope it wasn't too disappointing. Also the beginnings of a future conflict have already been set into place. Can you guess what's gonna happen? I bet you it won't be what you think! Later everyone! ^_^

Kann Denn Liebe Sünde Sein?

Hey everyone! I hope you all are well. Sorry for the slight delay in posting, I've been super busy (finally) packing my stuff to move and spending time with my family. Updates should be pretty steady until the end of July, when (hopefully) I should be on the road. But don't fret! I will still post occasionally as I travel across the country when my boyfriend is asleep so I don't have to explain why I'm writing smutty stories about Rammstein *lol*. This chapter is kind of short, but I wanted to build up a bit more tension before the smut in the next chapter. Anyways on to the story!

[Chapter Seven: Disquiet]

Placing Christoph gently on the bed, Richard went and sat upon his own not tired in the least. Taking out the silver lighter, he traced the intricate initials as he thought about what Paul told him. ‘He’s like fire…’ Paul’s voice echoed in his head and Richard couldn’t help but agree with that statement. Though he was quite conflicted with the rest of that statement, he found it hard to believe that Father Lindemann was anything like Paul was hinting to. In hindsight he wished he’d asked how he knew Father Lindemann, but now it was too late and he would have to wait a good three weeks to ask questions he needed answers to now.

Putting the lighter back in his pocket, Richard stood and searched for a piece of paper to leave a note. Scribbling on the piece of paper and taking out the medicine Paul had given him, he sat the note and medicine on the nightstand in between their beds. Richard exited the room, locking the door behind him and vacated the building. Walking across the dew covered grass; he made his way to the Church and pushed the door open. Heading to the room that housed the school’s instruments he quickly found the acoustic guitar. Sitting on the raised stands usually used for the choir to stand on, he strummed the guitar trying to judge if it needed to be tuned. Hearing the dissonant sound that sprung forth, he decided the guitar was in serious need of some tuning.

Turning the various knobs on the neck, he tuned it so the guitar would produce a low dense sound. When he was satisfied with the sound, he began to play; transferring all of his feelings into harmonious sound. He played for hours like he used to at home, his heart and spirit rising with the timbre of his playing. He was so immersed in his music that he failed to notice the audience he had. It wasn’t until he stopped to take a break did he realize he wasn’t alone. Clapping as he leaned on the door sill, Father Lindemann gave a warm “Bravo.” Stepping fully into the room his eyes glued to Richard’s form, he came to stand directly in front of the gawking boy. “How long have you been there?” Richard asked suddenly nervous under the man’s penetrating gaze. “Long enough to hear the superb melodies you brought forth.” Father Lindemann purred, pushing a strand of Richard’s hair out of his face.

Richard sucked in a breath at the jolt he felt when the priest’s hand lingered on his face, noticing how the other man’s eyes darkened a bit at his reaction. Richard then felt the guitar being pulled from his hands and Father Lindemann leaned in closer pretty much standing in between Richard’s legs. Unsure of what to do Richard said breathily “F-Father Linde-“  He was stopped by a finger to his lips. “We’re not in class. Call me Till.”

Swallowing thickly, Richard asked “Till, what do you need?” Giving a hearty laugh, one Richard could feel vibrate through his body, Till replied “What do I need? Why , it’s the exact same need that you have, Richard.” Licking his lips and swallowing again, Richard spoke “I-I don’t know what you mean.” Till smiled sexily and cupped Richard’s growing erection. “Now Richard, there’s no need to play coy. We both know what we hunger for and it’s time to stop denying it.” He said huskily. Now damn near panting and his cock straining to be freed, Richard choked out “B-but what you said about the balance between indulgence and restraint?” Till then gave a grin that made Richard’s blood boil to a fever pitch as he stroked Richard through the fabric of his pants. “We’ve restrained ourselves long enough, now indulgence is a must.”

Till then gripped Richard by his hair and pulled him into a brutal, yet passionate kiss, one that Richard greedily accepted. Pulling away for much needed air, Richard through his haze of desire heard Till curse. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” Looking away from the clock on the wall and smirking, Till replied “No, you’ve done no wrong. It’s just that Mass starts in about ten minutes.” “Shit.” Richard moaned, body still overheated with arousal. Looking as if an idea struck him, Till began to smirk devilishly “Hey, Richard…” He began. “I have a wonderful idea…”

Walking over to the Confessional booth, Richard paused as he reached for the handle to open the door, he could hear some students making their way to the church. ‘What if…nah, that’s highly unlikely. The people here don’t seem like they would use a Confessional.’ He thought and pulled the wooden door open, making sure to flip the sign on the outside of the door that read ‘occupied’.  Stepping into the dimly lit wooden box, he sat upon the  bench and fidgeted for a few seconds, still a bit nervous. “Till?” Richard whispered.

“That is not my name in this setting.” Till said sternly. Frowning for a second, but then catching on, Richard corrected himself. “Father Lindemann?” He said. “Yes, my boy. How can I help you this morning?” Till said. Getting in to the act, Richard made himself sound solemn. “I have much to confess; perhaps you could tell me how to atone for my sins.”  “What sins have you committed?” Till asked. Richard sighed dramatically. “I have committed the sin of lust.” “That’s quite a serious sin, my boy. Tell me what have you lusted after, then I can help you better atone for you sins.” Till said in a priestly voice.

“I lust after a teacher of mine. He clouds my mind at all times, sometimes I can’t think of anything else but him. I-I’ve even touched myself when thinking of him. Oh Father, it there anything you can do to quell this desire that burns within me?” Richard said sullenly, but with a smirk on his face. A low groan was heard coming from the other side of the ornate iron grate that separated them. “Yes, my boy.” Came the breathy response.  “The only way to gain penance for your sins is to stroke your cock to completion and call out the name of the one you desire.” Till all but growled out.

Richard gave a soft moan at what he was just commanded to do. As he unzipped his pants to release his aching member, he shivered in pleasure at the thrill of doing something so naughty in a church.  When his cock was freed from the confines of his pants, he heard Till growl in delight. “I want you to rub your thumb slowly over the head of your cock.” He commanded. Doing what was commanded of him, Richard began to rub his thumb over his weeping head and looked over to the iron grating where he knew Till was watching his every move.

“Yesss, just like that.” Came the hissed response. “You like smearing your cum all over your cock, don’t you Richard?” Till purred out. “Oh yes.” Richard sighed, leaning his head back. A deep laugh was heard from the other booth. “Such a dirty little boy you are, Richard. Always teasing me in class knowing that I can’t do anything to rectify the situation. Now that ends. I hope you’re ready to deal with the consequences of you actions, Richard.” Till said huskily. “Now I want you to stroke yourself fast and play with your balls.” Richard reached down with his left hand and began to fondle his balls, tugging them intermittently as he jerked his cock rapidly. A throaty moan escaped Richard throat as he vaguely heard the service going on outside of the Confessional box.

 “You’re so fucking hot Richard, the first day I saw you I wanted to bend you over my desk and take you right then and there.” Till growled out, tugging on his own thick cock as he watched Richard do the same. “What made me want you even more was the fact that you know you’re attractive, you knew that you’d caught my eye and made sure to play on that fact every time we’re in class.” Richard moaned loudly, Till’s words riling him up even more, making him want to cum. “Don’t come until I say so!” Came the snarled command. “Yes, Father Lindemann.” Richard whimpered. Till’s cock twitched at the sound of Richard saying his occupational title in such a sensuous manner. “Fuck.” He growled out, thrusting his heavy member into his hand. “Do you know how much I want you Richard?” He started his voice low and rumbling. “N-no Father, I don’t.” Richard said shakily, trying to stave off his release.

“Mmm. I want you so bad that I’m stroking my own cock right now. I’m so fucking hard for you Richard, perhaps it’s good there’s a wall between us because if there wasn’t I’d be fucking you so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit on your tight little ass for weeks.” Till purred out. “Oh God.” Richard said breathily, trying with all his might not to spurt all over his hand. Needing to distract himself so he wouldn’t finish before he was told, Richard listened outside figuring that Communion was being given so the service will be over soon. As if sensing Richard was trying to distract himself, Till began to speak in low sensuous tones again. “Ah yes, Communion. Remember the other day, when you knelt before me and gave me such a heated look as I fed you? I wanted to shove my cock down your throat so bad, and I could tell you wanted me to do to the same. Right Richard?”

“Oh yes. I wanted you to fuck my mouth ‘til you came.” Richard moaned out, increasing the speed of his hand on his cock. Till gave a snarling moan at the visions that appeared behind his eyes. “You little minx. You’ll regret those words for I plan to fill your filthy little mouth with my thick cock every chance I get.” Richard felt the creeping feeling of his orgasm make its way down his spine and pool in his lower belly. “Oh Father, I can’t take it anymore! Please let me cum!” He begged.

 Moaning to himself as he felt his own release draw nearer, Till said “Cum! Cum for me Richard!” At that command Richard’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his cock began to spurt his thick cum over his hand. “Oh Till!” He cried out in pleasure. At the sound of Richard crying out his name in pleasure, Till spilt his own load on his large hand, wiping the creamy liquid on the handkerchief from his pocket. After recovering from his heady orgasm, Richard reached for the box of tissues left for those who are tearful during confession. “No, don’t wipe it off. I want you to lick it off your hand.” Till ordered. A bit surprised and turned on at the kinky request, Richard turned toward the iron grating where he knew Till was watching at began to lick his cum from his hands, feeling the stir of arousal began to spark up within him once more.

 “Good boy.” Till praised when Richard had finished what was asked of him. “Now you are cleansed of any previous sin. Meet me here tonight after dinner, I want to talk to you some more. You should get going before anyone realizes you are missing.” Placing himself back into his pants, Richard nodded and stood to leave. “Alright, see you later Till.” “Yes, see you this evening Richard.” Till purred. With that Richard, slowly opened the door and saw that the church was now empty and vacated the building. ‘Damn, I can’t believe we were in there for so long! And who knew that Father Lindemann had a kinky side?’ Richard mused, smirking to himself. 

Author's Comment: Okay I think I need a shower now! *fans self* Hope you liked it though it was quite short. :P Look out for the next chapter where Father Lindemann finally gets some tail from Richard! Love you guys!