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There's a monk in a monastery who studies religious art. He's very talented in sketch and paint but he's very shy, timid and a bit clumsy. However, he is the favorite of the teachers. However, he is having problems with his vows as a monk. As dedicated as he was to his religion he can't run from or deny his greatest sin which is lust. Attraction to another person is legit however consummation without marriage aka fornication is sinful. What's worse and the biggest problem that's eating him away inside is his lust and attraction falls on another man. He is in love with his superior priest who supervises over another section of the monetary. He is a first yea the r student in the school. He has a friend who is a good friend very loyal to the religion and very good at the classes. They always walk together and help each other out. However, in the midst of the story things change when his friend finds out about his secret lust. He worries, judges and eventually betrays him in the name of his religion and his loyalty. There is another student who is not the good student; called the rebel. Due to his highly religious parents he was looked at as a sinner. His secret is revealed later in the story about him being bi- sexual but we'll get to that. His parents who detested him caught him hissing another man after already getting in trouble with sleeping with various women. He is unhappy in the monastery and is rebellious in school. The monk and his friend always looked down on this rebel but later in the story the monk and the rebel become friends. (trying to make the scene something like he doesn't trust anyone and he can't talk to anyone about his sinful thoughts and he breaks into the chapel late at night maybe during a rainy night for affects: trying to figure out some sort of traumatic experience that happens that forces the monk to hide in the chapel; perhaps something like he saw his crush flirting with someone else.... No he is a well renowned priest so that wouldn't work......OH! I think I got it what if he was masturbating to thoughts of his crush and fall to the temptation of lust and climaxes!! Self-pleasuring is a sin alone let alone for thoughts of another man.... Sounds good to me... ok back to the min plot.) The monk runs into the chapel in fear of his sin and in raging tears starts praying to god for forgiveness. He swears with his life he is trying to lead a righteous life and he starts to get angry at what he is and the dirty thoughts that plague his mind. (Idk if I want him to scream at this point or whisper in dismay but...) "Please help me" he begs. Unaware that in the far distance high above the pillars and archway the rebel was hiding from the crowd and rain. He over hears the cries of the monk and climbs down to ease his curiosity. The bonding between the monk and the rebel begin here in this scene of the chapel. The rebel at first is hesitant to approach the mournful monk but his heart sank at the sight of his tears and asks what the matter is? The monk was startled at first thinking he was the only person in the chapel. Trying to play it off he tries to intimidate the rebel by warning that no one is allowed in the chapel at this hour.... Rebel quickly counters by say the monk is in here too. Loss of drive and stamina the monk just collapses to the floor in tears raging that he will burn in hell. First the rebel tries to aid but the monk refuses saying let me die. Do not touch this filth. Horribly badgering himself the rebel took pity upon the monk and took his arm and pulled him up to a sitting position and begins again trying to console the crying monk. He asks what the matter is and the poor monk ends up spilling every bit of his secret as if the rebel was pulling the words straight from his mouth. He could not stop. He told the rebel everything. About his attraction to men, his thoughts, his sinful desires and actions, his masturbation period etc. all accept who it was he desired. He felt that to be too embarrassing and shameful. The rebel listened with a calm expression and non-judgment like poise. The monk felt unusually comfortable around him but he did not turn from it. After the monk was finished with his venting he awaited criticism and torment from the rebel for even he must still be with god and must hate such sinners..... But no. the rebel was kind with his words and started comforting the little monk. Such kind and encouraging words stated making the monk feel at ease again; as if a great relief has been lifted from his shoulders. He felt like he could trust someone once again. He felt accepted and it felt good. The rebel does not yet let the monk know of his secret yet because he does not feel the monk ids ready and he just wants to be friends and help protect the monk for right now. The rebel and the monk start leading a secret friendship to where they would acknowledge each other in the hallways but if the monk had a "question" about sexual things or weird feelings he was having or he just needed to talk to someone they would sneak away and meet somewhere where they were free to be themselves and be comfortable talking to each other. The rebel at this point starts to develop adoration for the little monk. He starts to become attracted to his innocence and how adorable the monk is. He loves and snickers at the monks various questions about sex and how he blushes at every answer the rebel gives to him. ( in one scene idk a short scene or during the main story but I want the rebel to sneak in a porno for the monk and when they get to their safe spot he shows the monk the porno and the monk wigs out adorable and blushes severely. Rebel cracking up loving the monk's reaction in the background. That would be too cute!!!) The plot begins to fall at this point approaching one of the conflicts as friends start becoming aware and suspicious at the monk and rebels sudden friendship. Thinking the monk is in danger of corruption, the main "friend" seeks counsel form the higher priests. Priests organize an intervention and discuss how the rebel is a lost soul, a sinner and how he cannot be trusted. As the monk attempts to convince the counsel of the rebel's kindness the higher priests start to question the monk's loyalty to the religion and starts badgering the monk as a sinner. Not able to handle that kind of harassment the monk collapses in a panic confused as to what he should do. The rebel recognizes the monk in distress and knows the monk is too innocent to be expelled and thrown out into the real world so he makes a decision to save the monk by sacrificing himself to the slaughter. He "takes one for the team" as it would go. He decided to agree with the high priests and starts talking with a smug expression as he did before he met the monk. He lies and tells off the priests saying it was too easy anyways and that he was looking for more of a challenge. He "break" off the friendship by saying something horribly cruel like he just wanted to corrupt another soul to company him to hell or he was just using the monk for entertainment. The monk was bewildered and shocked at the cruel words his friend was saying. The rebel looked to the monk with careless eyes trying to hold back the pain and just smiled cockily saying it was fun while it lasted and walked away. He walked through the door with a pained expression trying not to let anyone see his pain. Leaving the monk pale and vulnerable.....and alone. The priests believe the monk is too valuable of an asset to the monastery and should be moved away from the rebel and placed in a better section of the school. To add a nice twist to the story the building or section the monk was transferred to was the section of his beloved priest whom he still was attracted to. (he he)

Time passes slightly as the days sort of go back to normal. Classes continued as normal but the monk got to see his crush a lot more almost daily now. He was secretly happy but lonely without his friend and the guilt of his sinful lust began to eat away at him again. His first "friend" was always with him now just blissfully living his life blatantly unaware of the turmoil within the monk. The rebel always lingering in the back of his mind. He hasn't seen nor heard from the rebel in some time now and the loneliness builds more and more. His depression started looking more and more apparent and eventually he got the attention of his beloved priest.

(Climactic point) One day the priest suddenly asks the monk to his office. Surprised and a bit worried the monk follows and he is gestured to a seat in front of the priest's desk. Now the priest begins questioning the monks wellbeing and if he is doing ok. He comments on his paleness his lack of drive is motivation for his art failing. The monk tries to convince the priest he is ok but the priest was not buying it. The monk was trying not to blush or show any signs of attraction and was trying to leave the office but the priest insisted the monk stay so he can help him. The priest then gets up and strides to a nearby book shelf and this is where things begin getting difficult for the little monk. The priests stride almost put the monk in a trance bewildered by his beauty and grace. The priest starts reading through his profile involuntarily moving hair from his face delicately, throwing the monk in a whirl. The priest comments on how wonderful the monk is and how talented he is and he looks over to the monk to notice he is sweating and shaking a little. Worried the monk could have a fever he asks if he is ok the monk lays. The priest doesn't believe the lie. The priest hastily walks to the monk with that graceful stride that breaks down the monk's will power. The priest places his hand on the monk's head slightly pushing it back to where the monk could see straight into the glistening ayes of his beloved. His mouth goes dry and his words are silent as he is entranced by the beauty before him. The priest's hair slightly drapes over his face and shoulders giving him that sensual look that drove the monk wild. The monk in a daze sweating the priest could not get a good read by his hands so he brushes his hair to the back and places his forehead to the monks putting their lips less than an inch away from each other. The priest puts his hand on the monk's shoulder slightly caressing it without intent and the monk goes into a daze and all will power shatters. His body his flooded with desire and a burning sensation runs throughout his body down to his groin. The monk then glazed straight into the dazzling eyes no more than an inch away and that when he broke down and the fire inside him busted into either an erection through his robe or pre ejaculation (idk which yet but I want it to be good..... maybe just the boner because he runs out into the hallway soon) the pulsing erection from under the robe catches the priest off guard and he quickly backs away and looks to the monk in shock and disbelief not having words to say. Embarrassed past the point of dying the monk burst into raging tears and panicked out of the room in a fast sprint. Unable to run any faster the monk races down the hall just trying to get as far away from that side of the cathedral as possible not aware of the danger he is running straight into.

As he runs he begins to slow down gasping for air before he realizes he's in a completely different section of the cathedral. Walking around for a short period the monk runs into another priest. This priest is actually an isolated to-himself kind of guy. (Now throughout the story I want like a background conversations or small talk of a lecher preying on some students and add hints of a student being sent home or to the hospital because he got raped in town and he falls into a coma.) The priest the monk ran into has actually been watching the monk for some time now. Some scenes ill have him in the background or just talking to other priests or walking with them. He'll be around just not evidently enough for the readers just yet. Pretending to worry for the little monk he leads the monk to his personal chamber by saying he would like to talk. The monk was too naive to see the impending danger and follows is lure. The monk starts? Talking about how he is ok and he just wanted to get away for a little bit. The priest just closed the door with a calm smile and looked to the monk with strange eyes. He walked over to the monk and commented on how lust is such a horrible yet tempting sin throwing the monk into a state of alarm now. The monk beginning to worry tries to play innocent by not following and saying he doesn't understand. (Now the monk had a secret stash of provocative pictures he's drawn of the other priest that ill depict at the beginning of the story but a side thought of how one was missing but thought nothing of it.) The priest held up the missing picture the monk drew now throwing the monk into a state of panic. The priest begins to talk about how he knew the monks little secret and how it would be very bad if it were to get out to the public. "Oh! And what would your dear mother and father think of such a filthy child?" the monks head now spinning and his heart begins racing. The priest leans over his shoulder and says now what ARE we to do with such a dirty secret? The monk asks with a shaky voice "what do you want?" and the priest chuckled and said "well, now that you asked..." he grabbed the monk by his arms and threw him up against a wall. The monk attempts to scream for help but his mouth was quickly covered by the priests hand and whispered it would be a shame if your secret got out eh? The priest forces the monk's arms into the arm and restrains them by the wrist with one hand. He then begins caressing the monk in sensitive parts sending cold chills down his body. Chuckling sadistically at the monk's reaction getting more and more aroused the priest begins going underneath the robe and sliding his hand down the backside of the monks under garments. The monks unwillingly arches his back trying to fight but only arousing the offending priest more and more. The monk begins to panic as he begins to feel fingers pressing up against his bottom and rubbing harder and harder. The monk panting nearly screaming in fear the priests heavy breathing their bodies pushed more together as the monk feels the priests bulging erection rubbing between his legs onto his groin. His legs becoming weak and frail as he feels more and more helpless the priest's fingers begin slowly twisting their way into his cavity forcing a yelp from the young monk. Fully aroused and the monk on the verge of screaming the priest wanted to push further not caring about the pain inflicted on the monk with his mouth wide open about to scream the priest forces his lips onto the monk locking in a kiss so the monk can't scream. Tears falling from his eyes he freezes helplessly as the priest presses the rest of his fingers inside his already burning cavity. With the priest inside the monk can feel him moving inside pressing against the edges of the wall sending unfamiliar sensations throughout his entire body. Begin to thrust out of habit the priest begin to bounce the monk steadily on his hand using his hips still holding his wrists bound. With his mouth wet with anticipation the priest pushes and pushes until he feels the cavity get nice and wet with the liquid fluid coming from within. His bulging erection pressed up against the monk he moves his fingers until the monks jumps revealing his "G" spot. Continuing to rub and press that spot the monk can't help but be overwhelmed with a forced rush and even with fear filling his body the priest was still able to manage getting hot pre from the young monk's semi-erect shaft running down to his invaded cavity lubing it up for the impatient predator. Not a moment after, a burning rush over flows the monk sending his entire body into a frenzy as his body shakes and his shaft grows his offender finding his bodies "spot" he forced a mind blowing orgasm from the victimized monk send cum all down his pants and over the priests hand. Feeling the warm salt liquid covering his hand only intoxicated the priest into a rush and he pulls the monk off the wall and throws him aggressively onto the nearby bed. Trying to crawl away the priest quickly jumped on him nailing him down, immobilizing him. His legs spread over the monk for easy hold he turns the monk's body so his back side was facing up and begins to remove clothes by ripping the robe off and tear down the pants. He forces the monk to raise his bottom and removes the rest of his pants. The monks still crying his eyes out begging for mercy he screams into the blanket as the priest held down his head. The priest began parting his robe and lowering his pants revealing a huge throbbing cock that the monk swore would split him in two. Already spouting pre all over the shaft and the bottom nice and moist after the last orgasm the priest was ready to satisfy him and taste his succulent young prey. He's been dreaming of forcing his cock into this sweet, sweet ass for months now and the moment is his at last caressing the smooth cheeks he positions himself in between the monks legs raising him enough so he can't kick or fight him off. He spreads those fine cheeks and presses the tip of his huge cock to the tight hole and leans in to whisper "this may hurt a bit" he laughs spreading the legs even more the priest presses against the tiny hole barely able to get the tip in. the monk screaming in agony as he feels he's being split into. Just the bare tip inside that succulent ass and the monks squirming and screaming is driving the priest wild with lust. One more good push and this ass, this innocence is his claim. As he ready's himself to push and the monk prepares for defeat a sudden crash was heard behind the priest and before he was able to look he was ripped off the monk and thrown to the floor feeling a hand quickly around his throat choking him. The monk faintly hears the voice of his dearest friend the rebel screaming at the priest that if he ever comes near the monk he will fucking kill him Then he hears a sickening crack and a plop on the floor. The monk felt a warm cloth fall onto his bare body and him being lifted from the bed and carried out of the room.

When he came to his senses no more than a few moments after he gazed up to see the rebel carrying him to safety tears streaming from his eyes. Never has the monk felt so safe. The rebel turned a corner and jumped out a window onto the back garden way and headed for their sanctuary. There he placed the monk gently to the ground and hid head on his lap and began sobbing at the sight of his weakened victimized friend. The monk caressed the rebels arm to calm the rebel and acknowledged his heroic act. After regaining some strength the monk rose looking the rebel dead in the eyes with compassion and relief and fell into an embrace and began sobbing with happiness. Now the rebel began caressing the dear monk reassuring him he is safe and he will never let him be hurt again. In a quick rage the rebel burst out how could he have been so gullible and fall into such a trap tears welding in his eyes. He rose the monks head to look at him and saw that innocents he adored so much and just the thought of how it was about to be tainted he pulled the monk into an embrace and whispered he was so afraid he was going to lose him. The rebel then asked the monk why he was in the section of the cathedral anyways which brought back the painful memory of the event that took place prior. His encounter with his beloved priest. Tears flowed heavier as he told the rebel everything that had happened and how he got an erection and was so ashamed that he ran ran straight into the arms of that predator.

He did not mention before who it was he was infatuated with until now. He told the rebel of his desire for the priest and how he feels toward him. The rebel's heart sank a little finding out about this but he chuckled when the monk told him he got an erection in front of the priest and blushed heavily while saying it. He was the cutest the rebel has ever seen. The monk cleared his face and looked dim and depressed to the ground asking why he is the only one suffering these desires. Tears began welding up again and the rebel looked to him with concerned eyes and confessed that he wasn't. Surprised yet confused the monk looked to the rebel and the rebel began confessing his life story and how he was once just attracted to women but found him attracted to men and began exploring and found that he liked it. His parents disapproved and abandoned him here at the church wanting nothing more to do with him. The rebel stated how he wanted to confess earlier but was too afraid to do so. The monk developed new respect for his dear friend and a great joy of relief as he realizes he is not alone. The monk chuckles and laughs at the rebels comments about how there a pair of loons.

Time passed and things seemed to go back to normal. The monk went on with his normal scheduled classes. He avoided the priest he was infatuated with every chance he got. The rebel would still skip classes and be looked down upon by everyone but he didn't care because he was always visited by the monk and they would steal away to their secret spot to hang out and be together. They always looked forward to seeing each other. The rebel would still explain sex things and the monk would still blush. When the topic of the near rape come up the monk would go silent and the rebel would cheer him up and promise to take care of him. The rebel fell in love with the monk more and more each day but he decided that with the monk in love with the priest he would be content being just a supportive friend as long as he got to be with the monk.

One night the monk had a horrible nightmare about the assault he underwent and still felt the priest's hands all over his body. He felt so unclean no matter how many showers he took. He didn't want the priest in his head anymore. The trauma his body underwent made him feel as if that predator was still touching him. He didn't want to feel his touch anymore. He left his room still wearing his night robe and slippers and journeyed his way to the other side of the church where he once lived and where the rebel resided. He snuck in the barracks and tip toed to the hallway where the rebel slept. He knocked on the door slightly trying not to let echo. When no one answered he clicked the door handle and slowly opened the door to peek inside. The room was a darker room than the others the rebel clearly painted the walls which was against the rules. He had random books and magazines spread all throughout his room. He had black drapes over his bed, which were pulled back and tied to the poles with rope and sprawled under the blankets was his dear friend sound asleep. The monk slides into the room and quietly closes the door with a tiny click. He shuffled over to the bed and gently nudged the rebel until he stirred awake. He was startled at first to see a shadow hovering above him, his eyes quickly adjusted to see the monk standing there. Relieved to see his friend the rebel asked what the matter is. The monk shyly explains how he had a nightmare. The way he was standing was just too adorable for the rebel to refuse so he chuckled and gestured the monk to lie beside him. The monk took the invite happily. The rebel asked the monk to talk about his nightmare to see if he can help. The monk explains how no matter how many times he baths or tries to forget he can still feel that man touching him. He's ashamed that he was the first to touch him like that and now he will never be able to forget. Tears began forming in his eyes and the rebel pulled him into his arms and reassured him that everything was going to be ok. The monk began sobbing slightly just wishing the feeling would go away. The rebel really wanted to help the monk and hated seeing him like this. He lifted the monks head with his chin and said if you'll let me I might be able to cleanse that and help you feel anew. The monk asked how and the rebel said by letting you feel real pleasure. The monk was a little frightened but trusted his dear friend. The rebel explained how he would erase that man's touch by replacing it with his own. The monk sort of liked the idea of that. The rebel asked him if he was really ok with this and the monk relied he would rather it be him that anyone else. He's the only one he trusts. The rebel pulled the little monk's body closer to him and grabbed one of his legs and lifted it slightly to his own waist. The monk's leg now rested on the rebel. The rebel used one arm to hold the monk close and told him to just relax and focus on him. The monk looked deep into the rebel's sparkling eyes and he felt the rebels hand glide down his body and under his night robe. The rebel reached the opening and pressed on it slightly ushering a tiny cute squeak out of the monk which made him snicker a bit. The monk closed his eyed lowering his head nuzzling into the neck of the rebel. The rebel pulled out real quickly and licked two of his fingers making them moist. The monk was aroused slightly watching the rebel licking his own fingers and then he lowered them back down under the monk's robe. His finger really wet began rubbing and twisting around the hole, wetting the entrance. The monk began panting heavily his legs going numb. The rebel began pushing inward with one of his fingers. The monk gasps and the rebel asks if it's hurting. The monk says no and the rebel continues pushing in. his body was beginning to squirm a little the rebel just pulled him closer his finger now half way in he begins wiggling his finger slowly caressing the walls shooting pleasure throughout the monks body. "Does it feel good when I do this?" the rebel asks. The monk gasps out yes. The motion of the rebel's hands starts rocking the monk's body in a thrusting motion. In and out his fingers went staying moist for easy glide. The monk is enjoying this pleasure. It feels so good he doesn't ever want the rebel to stop. The rebel's breathing begins to get a little heavy but just because he is slightly aroused. He doesn't want to push the monk into going all the way with him. He's afraid that'll be going too far plus he's afraid the monk might not return his feelings afterward. The rebel begins pushing in the second finger slightly stretching the monk's hole; gasping more now the monk wants it all in both fingers. He pushes down slightly forcing the rebel's fingers in deeper. The rebel enjoying the monk's reaction and the idea that he is doing a good job pleasuring his adorable little friend he begins pushing his fingers in and out a little harder sending pleasurable chills throughout the monk's body. His fingers eventually reach his "G" spot and the monk lets out a loud moan. The rebel urges him to stay quiet but the monk is losing all control. His body was on fire his fingers felt so good he felt like he wanted more but didn't know what. The buildup in his body was at its peak, he gasped to the rebel I can't take anymore I feel like I'm about to... and before he can finish his body explodes. He bellows out and the rebel closes in with a kiss silencing his shout. His tongue massaging his monk was ecstatic at the orgasm. The rebel's kiss made it all the more magical. Their lips formed together like clay the orgasm faded away smoothly their lips still locked. After the monks breathing died down and his body cooled the rebel released him from the kiss and removed his fingers get that cute squeak out of the monk again. The rebel pulled the blanket over the both of them and the monk nestled his entire body toward the rebel. The rebel asked if he felt better and the monk said he's more than better. He thanked him for his help the rebel ushered it was his pleasure. Being held by someone so dear to him the monk fell fast asleep feeling more comfortable than he has in a long time. Holding the person he loves so near and dear the rebel wished this night would never end. He tightened his hold on the monk, nestled his head above the monks and he too fell fast asleep.

Some time passed and everything was beginning to go back to normal again. Eventually news of the raping priest got out and he was arrested. One of the students was able to identify him when they woke up. Other students came forward and confessed to molestation but the rebel decided the priest was getting everything he deserves and the monk didn't need to go through that pain again. They just avoided the situation and went on enjoying their peaceful days. Things were going great for the both of them even to a point where the monk was able to convince the rebel to start attending the seats (as long as they sat together of course) no one judging the rebel and actually admiring the monks care and charity for the rebel no one bothered them. The monk helped the rebel study and eventually his grades were even with the classes. Everything was looking great (rebel still wore his regular rebellious clothes; monk could get him to stop that lol) one day during art class when the monk was focused on a painting and the rebel was across the way reading a comic book (manga he he). The priest the monk adores snuck up behind the monk (knowing he's been avoiding him) and surprised him by complimenting his painting. The monk startled and a little panicked he looked at the priest's calm expression when the priest looked at him. His eyes shot to the worried rebel who usually didn't care for anyone, rising to come over and quickly asked for the some of the monk's time. Reassuring the rebel the monk is in no danger. Gently leading the monk from the room the priest looked to the rebel and assured he would take good care of him and bring him back safely; Getting the hint that the rebel really did cared for the monk. Priest was a little confused at the relationship between the monk and the rebel but let it go for on his mind was a more pressing matter. They disappeared through the doors and walked down the hallway in silence. The priest ushered him to the living quarters and brought the monk back to his personal room so the monk is in a familiar, comfortable environment. The monk sat down on his own bed a little relieved it's his room and not the priests but afraid the priest might find something that could get him in trouble. The priest closed the door behind him looking around at the once familiar monk quarters. Thinking of the time when he was but a monk learning to be a priest. Thinking he was already in trouble the monk took a deep breath and asked what the priest wants to talk about. The priest started to walk around the room just looking at things when he stated that he hasn't told anyone about what had happened that time in his office. The monk's heart began to race afraid of this very topic. The face on the priest began to grow worry and nervousness and when he looked to the monk he saw even more fear. The priest took a deep breath and said at first he didn't know how to deal with this situation as he has never encountered such a crisis. The priest had a stern yet still gentle expression when he asked the monk if he is physically attracted to the priest. The monk hesitates and quickly looks around for anything that could help him avoid the topic and then he looked straight at the priest in the eyes. Those mesmerizing gorgeous that has taunted his wildest desires and plagues his dreams for over a year. He couldn't deny it. He couldn't resist him anymore. The pain of holding such a secret was too much for him to bare anymore. So he exhaled in defeat and lowered his head in shame... "Yes"... the priest nodded and turned his gaze the ground contemplating what he should do now. He began by explaining the basic passages from the bible how lust is one of the deadly sins that can corrupt even the purest of souls especially lust for the same gender. The monk understood and was ashamed of his desires. Tears began welding in his eyes as he began explaining how for so long he has tried to deny such desires, how he fought with all his will power but he could not stop it. He expresses how it kept growing inside of him like a fire that couldn't be put out. He cries how he has failed his faith and is being sent to hell for such a corruption. The priest walks steadily over to the weeping monk and puts his hand under the monks chin and lifts his gaze to meet his own. The monk was surprised to see the priest have such a kind and gentle expression in his eyes. The priest brushed away his tears and told the monk to take a deep breath and try to relax. After the monk calms down a little the priest begins to explain how the monk never failed anyone. He still had his faith and was strong hearted. How just because you simply fell in love does not make you a sinner. When the monk tried to interrupt the monk the priest raised his voice over him and exclaimed EVEN if it's with another man. He told the monk that just because it's not the normal thing does not mean it's any less natural. Love is love no matter with who it is. God loves his children in all there unique shapes and forms and a true believer and follower of god would not judge or condemn one just for his differences. The monk looked to the gentle priest with wide eyes completely speechless of what he was just told. The priest said he is a true believer and follower of god and should never have made the little monk feel so alienated and uncomfortable to follow his heart and be happy. He said he should have used whatever power he has to relieve the monk of his burden and pain instead. The priest then sat next to the monk nervously and tilted his head slightly gazing to the floor. His hair slid softly over his shoulders and behind his face giving him a graceful feminine appearance. The monk realized the priest's cheeks are turning a slight shade of red. The priest said in a soft semi- confident voice that he doesn't know what he is doing but if it helps the little monk even a little...the monk looked to the priest confused. The priest removed his spectacles, the monk not believing his eyes could get any more beautiful, leaned in and cupped the monks head in his hand and pulled the surprised monk to him. Their lips touched and formed together perfectly the pressure and heat of the priest's soft luscious lips overwhelmed the monk. His body already wanting to get closer to his he puts his arms around the priest. He forgot about sin and hell. All the torture and suffering went away instantly all that was left was the intense desire and lust taking over his mind and body. Their lips still molding together their bodies push themselves closer together the priests breathing becomes heavier and his heart began racing actually baffled at the sensation going through out his body that he has never felt before. The priest lowers the monk onto his back and positions his body over his. Their lips separate for a brief period so the priest can undo the monk's belt and tunic brushing his hand over the monk's chest and nipples. He begins kissing on the monk's neck causing the monk to breathe more heavily. He begins thrusting his hips into the young monk. The priest starts unfolding the monks robe and kissing on his chest. The overwhelming joy the monk was feeling couldn't be described any less than euphoric; folding his arms around the priest pulling him closer to his body, pulling off his robe baring his porcelain smooth skin glowing. The priest falls onto the monk in a passionate kiss as their chests rubbed on each other. The monk raises is legs in a reaction to the priests thrusting. The priest began sliding his hands under his under garment and took a gentle grasp of the monks throbbing rod wet with pre. He gasped real quickly as he felt him pulsing in his hands unusually aroused at the panting of the monk starting to question his own sensual desires. He looked at the monk real quickly with a little bit of excited curiosity as if he wanted to try something. The monk to busy enjoying just the mere touch of the priest he didn't realize the priest had lowered himself down on the monk and was beginning stroking the pulsating rod. The priest hesitantly but too full of curiosity neared his lips to the tip and began licking slowly. Tasting the salty pre, seeing the pure pleasure in the monks face was intoxicating to the priest. His soft tongue went down to the base and back up leaving a thin trail of saliva each time he licked. Reaching the tip he rounded his lips around and began a gentle suckling taking in more and more by each suckle; using his hands to pleasure the shaft and base until he reached it. His hand moved down stroking the orbs at the base of the shaft shooting a tingling sensation through the monk's body. Eventually he engulfed the entire rod in his mouth deep into his throat the monk feeling every inch being surrounded by slick warmth. The buildup in his body; he couldn't take anymore. He has never felt this euphoria before. The priest began sucking faster following his lips with his hand all the way to the top then engulfing it again cupping and gently massaging the orbs when he reached the base. The saliva and pre glided dripping down the shaft onto the base and flowing over the smooth orbs. The pre combined with the wetness of the priest's mouth made every stroke and glide smooth and erotic causing the monk to squirm, pant, and moan. The priest was feeling really tight around his waist band he lowered his other hand to lower his under garment and remove them revealing a fully erect penis. Continuing his sucking he started stroking his own shaft the pre being his lubrication. The sensation over whelming; Begins heavily breathing making his mouth hotter which in turn made his sucking even more so pleasuring for the monk. He couldn't take it anymore. The overwhelming pleasure, the wet heat surrounding his pulsing rod, the visual of this beautiful angelic priest undressed making this all a reality he exploded. The fire in his body shot all through him straight through his shaft the priest not expecting this took it all in the mouth his eyes wide with surprise. The salty taste of pure pleasure filled his mouth as he took in every drop and swallowed; his own shaft still pulsating, envious of the monk's release. The priest wanted his own release but had no idea what to do at this point. After removing the limping shaft from his mouth his panting still continuing, the fire in his body was still roaring. The monk catches his breath and notices the priest in an unfamiliar predicament. His body told him what needed to be done the pleasure still pulsing in his body. He raised his legs baring his smooth bottom and lowered his arm taking hold of his cheeks and slightly spreading them. The priest saw this and the monk gestured for more. His body called out he needed more. He wanted the entire priest in side of him every last inch. The priest rose from the ground hastily and laid on top of the monk instantly locking lips as the priest held the monks hair and grabbed one of his legs. The monk reached for the priests roaring cock getting a sharp gasp out of the priest. He positioned it perfectly for easy insert, his pre lubricating the opening just the mere tip touching his tight bottom already drove the monk med. His tongue massaging the priest and the priests lips pressed against his. Their bodies pushed up against each other, the sweat making there bodies slippery for a pleasurable smooth caress. The monk gasps out please... the priest asks what do I do? "Just push" the priest grounded his knees into the bed rose his body slightly looking slightly down at his target. He closed his eyes as did the monk still holding the shaft in the perfect position. The priest thrusted with his hips and the tip of his wet rod slipped right into the monk's tight hole. The previous penetration from the raping priest must have stretched it slightly plus the rebel and his lessons on the monk. There was no pain just a burning fire shooting throughout his body both the monk and the priest lost all clear thought and was just focused on the intense pleasure. Beginning to thrust his rod burrowing deeper and deeper the priest lowered his body onto the monks and folded his arm around him for leverage. The monk wrapped his arms around the priest feeling the heat of his body and the thick pulsing rod taking the last shred of innocence he had. He was overjoyed. The priest thrusted harder and harder at last all of him was inside. Every inch of him was inside this tight hole the walls rubbing against his shaft. The monks rod erected and started pulsating pre began forming at the tip. The priest pounded each time his base touching the monk's opening. He began stroking the monk's shaft again spreading the pre all over it and down into the glistening orbs. The monk arched his back and the priest took the chance to lift himself and the monk up into a sitting position. The monk rearranged his legs quickly as he was pulled closer to the priest and was pushed down onto the penetrating rod as it was thrusting up. It couldn't have been possible for anymore to be pushed in but the monk felt more of the priest's dick pushing inside of his dirty hole. It was heavenly the roar in his body the priests panting and groaning. The monk moaned with each thrust, a trickle of saliva fell from his mouth as the overwhelming sensation shot through his body. It was more pleasurable that being fingered by the rebel, more euphoric than being sucked off by the priest, there were no words to describe this amazing feeling. They bounced together both humping in sync. The priest thrusted as the monk jumped and lowered. Pulling his body closer the priest laid the monks head on his chest; the monk wrapping his arms around the priest. The priest's hair was waving around shrouding the monk in what felt like a veil of feathers. The hair tickled the monk's body, his back, his neck, his arms making the moment just that much more magical and pleasurable. They were reaching that point the priest never feeling this sensation felt something building up in his body about ready to explode out of him. His gasping and groaning hinted to the monk he couldn't hold back anymore. Neither could the monk. He whispered into the priest's ear "together" and with that soft irresistible coo in the priest's ear he wailed out as ecstasy shot through his body for the first time. The gushing hot liquid quickly filled the monk who followed immediately after as he cried out in pure pleasure. The hot steaming liquid gushed from the monk's shaft splattering all over himself and the priest. The priest's wetness overflowed the monk's bottom and began dripping through. As the orgasm began to fade they both fell to the bed the priest clasping the monk to him. The monk nestled into the arms and bosom of the priest feeling more relief than he could have ever imagined.

The priest and the monk remained still for a moment catching their breath contemplating what should happen next. The priest moved hair from the young monk's forehead and gave it a gentle kiss. He smiled and he rose from the bed reaching for his robe. The priest handed the monk his clothes and as he began to dress he was coming back to reality. He started remembering an old rule he knows that priests must vow to follow and panic began welding inside of him. Priests cannot assist with the corruption of a student and they cannot undergo any sexual conduct as it is blasphemy for a priest who took vows upon receiving priesthood. Monks are an interning level where they learn the religion and can choose at the end of the trial if they want to continue onward to become a priest which mean absolute chastity or venture out into the world and be one with the people. If anyone ever was to find out about what just happened today or even if the priest just tampered with lust, he would be stripped of his title and disbanded from the church. The monk finished getting dressed and sat back down on the bed in dismay. What has he done?

This lifestyle was the only thing the priest knew. The monk remembers the priest talking about how he was raised by the church as an orphan. The monk was terrified and the calm lifeless smile expression on the priest's face only proved the monk was dead on. The priest knew this would be discovered it was only a matter of time. The monk and he would share a different relationship and someone would eventually find out. The monk was trying to think of how he could save his beloved priest. The priest turned around and cleared his throat breaking the silence. "I'm afraid little monk this may be our last encounter." He expressed he was happy he could relieve such a burden from the monk but was afraid that if he stays he would put the monk in jeopardy with his infatuation and now that he got a taste of that pleasure he most likely would not be able to resist the monk's desires. He explained how there was an isolated monastery in the mountains that he could transfer to. The monk knew this monastery, it was cold. Always surrounded by snow, they never got any visitors and half the time the priests that go up there end up getting sick from the cold. No, he couldn't do that to him. He had to think of a way out. But how? All he knew too was this church. He didn't know anything about the outside world. If the priest left he would be completely alone to. The priest as if he could hear the monk's thoughts walked over and put his hand on his head. Fully dressed now looking like a true angel with such a gentle smile said he would be just fine. He doesn't want to pull the monk away from his life here, his future as an artist, his friends. The monk jumped a little at the idea of friends. Yes, he did have a friend. He looked to the priest with wide eyes as he remembered the rebel. How he was always there for him, always helping him, protecting him. The rebel who he met on a rainy night in the chapel, who listened to all his woes and never judged him. Who befriended him even knowing his dark secret and helping him cope? The rebel who saved his very life from a demon who wanted to steal the monk's innocence. His mind flashed through all of his moments with the rebel; His smile always warming the monk's heart. His hands always holding him feeling more protected with him than anywhere else. The monk's heart jumped. He didn't care where he was. He didn't care where he went or what he does. As long as he is with the rebel he can be happy anywhere. He smiles to the priest and stands proud. He told him he doesn't want the priest to have to sacrifice himself for a corrupted monk. He was the priest who was pure in faith, heart and love who willing sacrificed his vow of chastity for the well-being of a single monk. He deserved to be here at this church and guide the other monks to a future of faith and bliss. The monk embraced the confused priest and said its time someone looked out for your well-being. The priest held the monks face in his hands and said he does not want him to sacrifice anything. The monk chuckled, "I'm not sacrificing anything. In fact I'm gaining freedom." The priest took closure with the monk's confidence and nodded his head in acceptance. The monk thanked him and sprinted from the room. He raced down the halls not stopping for any of the monks who called out to him. He did not stop for the priests who told him no running. These halls he thought protected him from the outside world for so long only now does he realize he has been in the dark. He belongs out in the real world; he can still have his faith. He doesn't need brick walls and strict priest's telling him what he needs to believe in. he only lives one life, the precious life god gave him. He deserves to enjoy his life in any way he sees fit and no one can judge him for that. His heart raced as he got closer to the one he truly desired. He knew where he was. He knew he would be waiting for him. He burst through the front doors and just as he expecting his dark haired, fair skinned, black winged angel was waiting for him right outside. With surprise on his face the monk raced toward him, the rebel opening his arms the monk jumped into the welcoming embrace. Feeling so natural and safe the monk looked up to the curious rebel and kissed him passionately. Warmth swept over the rebel and his shock turned into excitement. The monk pulled back slightly to let the rebel react and a smile crept along the rebel's face as if he was afraid this was too good to be true. The rebel looked to the monk and tilted his head as if asking are you sure and the monk giggled and nodded. Joy filled the rebel as he looks to his new lover. The monk embraces him harder and looks up again seeing into the eyes of his new lover or rather newly discovered lover as the monk feels he has always loved the rebel but didn't realize it then. The rebel looked around seeing the dismay and disgust on everyone's face. The priests were rushing toward them with scowls on their faces. The rebel smiled a big victory grin and grabbed the monks arm. With smiles on their faces the rebel grabbed his and the monks bags he carried from the art room earlier they both sprinted from the courtyard. The monk looks back one more time to see his once beloved priest now a dear friend waving goodbye with a big hopeful smile on his face. The monk smiled and waved back then gazed forward. They ran through the huge gates as if they were breaking free from a prison of judgment and laws. The sun shining brightly before them as if a beacon from heaven; for the first time in all his life the monk finally felt himself. He finally felt like he was on the right path set out for him by god, he knew it wasn't going to be easy and there will be obstacles they'll have to overcome but he knew he was protected not only by the rebel but by god himself too. So he pressed on embracing the thought of a newer brighter future with his one true love.

The end

I FINALLY FINISHED IT!!!! MY FIRST REAL FINISHED STORY!!!! GAH!!! IM SO EXCITED!!!!

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Afterwards, the priests start cleaning out the monk's room still baffled at the event that took place earlier that week. The priest who secretly made love to the young monk was helping out with the cleaning. He was hoping he would find some sort of trinket or memorabilia he could have that he could hold dear to his heart. He wondered to the desk and started rummaging through the draws when he realizes there's a secret compartment underneath one of the drawers. He lifts it up and pulls out a handful of papers and starts looking through them. His eyes widen and his face turns bright red as he knew the other priests were watching and saw what was in his hands. A dark gloom fell over the other priests as the main priest blushed uncontrollably not knowing what to do about the provocative semi-nude drawings of the priest the monk had drawn in his spare time.

(The idea of the panels I have for this scene will leave you dying with laughter.)