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When Charlie first joined the church, he never anticipated becoming such a useful congregant.
But now he’s tucked beneath a pew, Father Nicholas sitting heavy and holy on his tongue.
‘You’re so good for me,’ the priest murmurs, stroking his fingers through Charlie’s curls.
Charlie aches for the praise—for how connected it makes him feel to God when he’s being such a good boy, so obedient. So helpful.
Father Nicholas uses him often, though in Charlie’s opinion, never enough. He dribbles and tries to swallow; Father Nicholas whimpers and Charlie savours the way the sound echoes through the church.
Father Nelson sits at the back of the empty chapel, embracing the peace only this place can offer. He has his favourite boy keeping him warm while he studies an upcoming sermon.
The thrill of getting caught never truly fades—until the door creaks, his heart jumps, and soft lips tense around his cock.
‘I’m off now,’ Father Rowen calls out.
‘Just reading through,’ he replies, lifting the booklet in a casual wave.
The priest lingers. ‘Great boy you’ve got there, Father,’ he says with a knowing smile before leaving.
Father Nelson shakily exhales, pushing deeper into the waiting mouth.