Act of Contrition
The following story contains:
M/M
Oral
Anal
Public
Coming Out
Religion
DISCLAIMER: This story would likely get me sent to hell, were I to believe in such a place. If you are easily offended by Catholic sacrilege, I would suggest you not read this story. I don't want to be flamed. It's not based on real life experiences and any similarities to any actual events is purely a coincidence.
Father Bernard stood before the pulpet, looking out across his assembled congregation. The middle-aged German Shepherd smiled softly softly and flicked on the switch of his clip-on microphone. When he spoke, his voice came over the loudspeakers configured around the church.
"Brothers and Sisters, I would like to welcome you. Welcome back to those who belong to our parrish. For those of you new to our church, I hope you will find what you seek," Father Bernard said warmly, outstretching his arms to everyone in the room.
The church was a homely place; oak wood pews with hand-carved designs on each end, beautiful stained-glass windows depicting scenes from the Bible, and soft red carpets covering the floor. It wasn't large like some of those big-city churches that seemed to spend all of their charity money on new chalices and sound systems every year. No, Saint Peter's was a quaint little chapel just outside of the city in a town called Sparrow. Bernard continued with the mass as all of the occupants listened and chanted along with him. Unlike most churches, the parishioners actually wanted to listen to Father Bernard speak. He was warm, friendly, and very funny. Even the children enjoyed listening to the old Shepherd speak.
Now, the priest went out from behind the altar to speak his sermon following the Liturgy of the Word. He looked out across everyone gathered and felt proud at how diverse his congregation was. Despite the neighborhood itself being primarily canine, the parrish consisted of felines, wolves, foxes, skunks, lapines, even a family of equines. Bernard walked down the aisle, idly scruffing a young mouseboy's headfur as he continued his speech. Bernard remembered growing up that his family has always been stuck in the back of the church and hated not being able to see the priest as he spoke. Thus, the german shepherd always made it a point to walk down the aisle during the homily to give everyone an opportunity to see him. The children particularly liked the change in the monotony of mass.
Mass continued past the Eucharist, Bernard handing a wafer to each parrishioner as he smiled softly to them with a, "Body of Christ." to each. Each would respond with, "Amen." With that complete, more songs were sung and Bernard stood behind the altar, arms outstretched once more.
"Before I release you from prison," he said, garnering laughs from the gathered group, "Don't forget that tomorrow is the church picnic. There will be many games and much food to eat. All you need is a can of food to get in. And, now...Brothers and Sisters, the Lord is with thee. Go in peace," the Shepherd said, ending the service. He walked out down the aisle, an altar-boy on each side as he went to the front doors to greet those leaving to head home.
Paws were shaken, hugs were given, small talk exchanged. Father Bernard, then, recognized the familiar faces of the Crenshaw family. The vulpine family consisted of Rachel, Leonard, Matthew and Diane. Leonard and Rachel were the parents of Matthew and Diane. Bernard smiled and shook Leonard's paw and held it out to the teenaged Matthew. The much younger fox, of course, didn't return the pawshake. He was 19 and at that age where religion was something not very important in the scheme of things. He also was still going through his rebelious phase.
"Father, the service was wonderful as always," Rachel said, looking up to the priest, "Diane has been asking about being an altar girl."
Father Bernard chuckled a bit, looking down at the ten year old girl, "Oh, has she? Like brother, liks sister, hmm?" he asked, glancing up to Matthew.
"Whatever, man..." the teen muttered and walked out to his car. The boy drove separately from his parents and sibling for this explicit reason: to be able to leave the second church was over. Bernard suspected the boy only went to keep his parents off of his case, anyway. The old priest knew the type well. As a young boy, Matthew was always involved with church activites. As he had alluded, Matthew was an altar boy as well. Now, though, he was as far from the church as anyone.
His thoughts left him as the little fox girl tugged at his robes, "Please, Father? I'd be really good and I promise I wouldn't drop anything!" she pleaded, giving him puppy eyes that were more devastating than any he could muster.
He chuckled a bit and pet the girl's head a little, "Well, Jimmy is getting close to confirmation, so we will have an opening...I wonder who would be a good replacement..." he says, rubbing his chin, looking around as if deciding on who to choose.
"Me me me me!" Diane cried out, raising her paw up in the air excitedly.
"Oh! Well, if it isn't Diane, when did you get here? Hey, you know, you'd be perfect for this job I have..." he said roguishly.
The girl giggled happily as her parents smiled, thanking him profusely, "Oh, don't thank me. If she ends up drinking all of the communion wine, I'm going to ask for double at the offering plate."
They laughed again and said their goodbyes as they headed to their car. Father Bernard headed back to greet the rest of the parrishioners. Once everyone had gone, the dog walked into the church and closed the doors, leaving them unlocked. The rest of the evening was spent tidying things up and cleaning up what some of the more messy, younger ones had left behind on the floor. Bernard, finally, made his way into the rectory and sat down to relax for a few moments, looking over some of the newsletters he had received. Soon after that, the elder dog got up and went to bed.
Bernard stretched with a soft groan as he woke up in his small twin-sized bed. It didn't have a headboard or cornerposts. For all intents and purposes, it was a military bunk bed. The German Shepherd didn't mind. He took his vow of poverty very seriously. The room contained little other than a plain four-drawer dresser, his bed, and a window that looked out to the field beside the church where the picnic would be held later that afternoon. The dun was just beginning to rise and the priest's wristwatch told him that it was nearly 7 o'clock.
He founds his way down into the main church to already see parrishioners going back and forth from the basement to pull out folding tables and chairs. The head of the church's staff was Rachel Crenshaw. Diane was with her, helping to carry chairs one at a time. Bernard chuckled a bit and grabbed one of the chairs from her when he saw he attempting to take three at once.
"I wouldn't want you to strain yourself and then not be able to be my assistant," he said, to which she responded that she wasn't going to strain herself. Nevertheless, he helped out to get things prepared. Within a few hours, tables were set with six chairs to a table. Tents were set up even though no rain was in the forecast for the sunny summer afternoon. If anything, it would give people some shade, should they need it.
"So, will Matthew be joining us this afternoon?" Bernard asked curiously to the boy's mother as they stacked bags of hotdog and hamburger buns on one of the tables.
The vixen sighed softly, "Honestly, Father, I don't know. He's so different lately. He's holed up in his room all day on his computer and when he's not...he looks so upset, like he's angry at us."
The priest nodded a little bit, "Children go through that, Rachel. It's what being a teenager is all about; finding your own way."
She nodded in reply, starting to put some bottles of ketchup and mustard out, "Yes, but...he's so withdrawn. We almost have to bribe him to go to church on Saturday."
Bernard chuckled a little bit, looking to Rachel, "Rachel, he's a boy who's starting to come into his own. God knows that. You needn't worry. Matthew will find his way in his own time."
Rachel nodded a little with a soft sigh, "I know, Father, but...I just feel that something is wrong with Matti. I want to help him."
Bernard felt that she was a little worried, so he smiled a little, "I can talk to him, if you like. Sometimes boys don't want to talk to their mothers about things that are bothering them."
The vixen's face brightened and she smiled, "That would be wonderful. Thank you, Father."
People started to arrive around 11 o'clock and Bernard assigned Diane, along with the other two altar boys, to stand near the entrance to the field to collect food cans. They walked in and he greeted everyone, smiling a little bit. The festivities soon began and everyone was having a good time. Food was served to those who wanted it and the children were playing games on the lawn.
Around 1 o'clock, Father Bernard noticed what appeared to be two kids running around behind the shed that held the church's lawn equipment. He caught the tail-end of a orange tiger tail as the two slipped behind. The German Shepherd checked to make sure everyone was taken care of before walking toward the shed. There had been a rash of vandalism and graffiti lately and he wanted to make sure the kids weren't up to no-good.
"...shh, you want them to hear?" a voice asked.
A slightly deeper voice replied with a chuckle, "Yeah, like Father Bernard?" he asked, suddenly gasping.
The canine cocked his head a little and crept closer. It was never a good sign when kids didn't want to be heard. The deeper voice came again.
"Mmm...are you even better than last time? Oh yeah..." it groaned. Father Bernard's ears perked up suddenly and moved even closer, "Mff...fuck, Matt...g-gonna...uhn...!"
The german shepherd's eyes opened wide. He had a feeling he knew exactly what was going on and heard the voice of his former altar boy.
"Mmm...come on, Jayce...you know where I really want it--" Matthew Crenshaw said.
Before he could hear any more, Bernard nearly sprinted from the shed, but was trying not to make his footfalls known. Immediately, he knew why the boy was so secretive, so angry. He was discovering things about himself.
Father Bernard quickly made his way back to the rest of those gathered. It didn't appear anyone had noticed his investigations, so he moved back to speak the one of the feline families. Even as he spoke, his mind was on Matthew. He knew the troubles children went through growing up. Being homosexual certainly added to those troubles. The priest didn't believe God hated gays as so many others preached. His was an open church, free for anyone to come and worship without judgment. It wasn't his job to judge. It was God's. Nevertheless, Father Barnard felt an even more urgent need to speak with the boy; not wanting him to go down the wrong paths in life because of this.
The rest of the day went on well. The church had brought in over four hundred cans of food, which was wonderful. He knew the homeless food store would appreciate the donation. As the parishioners helped to clean up, Father Bernard spotted Matthew sitting with a tiger, leaning back against the wall of the church. The elder Shepherd walked over toward them.
"I am very glad you decided to come today, Matthew," he said in his warm friendly tone, "Who is your friend here?"
The fox looked up quickly, as if he didn't realize the old man was standing in front of him. Matthew glanced to the tiger, "Uh, Jayce," he replied simply.
Bernard nodded his head some and surprised himself at how well he was able to keep up the deception of not knowing what the two had been up to before, "I see. Well, it's nice to see some fresh meat around here, hmm?"
The two youths did not laugh at the priests jest. The tiger had a slightly nervous smile, but not much else. Jayce spoke up as he quickly stood, "I'd...better go, Matti. I'll, uh...see you at school tomorrow," he said and glanced once more to the priest before quickly rushing to his car.
Matthew scoffed and pushed himself up to his feet, "What the hell did you do that for? Who asked you to talk to us?" he asked loudly, drawing the attention of the few people left cleaning up the picnic. Bernard wasn't exactly surprised at the anger from the boy and stood his ground. Matthew didn't seem to notice the others and pointed a finger to the priest, "Why won't you leave me alone?!"
Father Bernard looked down upon the fox in front of him with a slightly raised eyebrow, "Because I care about you, Matthew. I care about all of God's followers."
The fox scoffed, "No you don't! You just...you're just hoping I'll blow you like all the rest!" he yelled, causing many of the more modest folks to gasp. Matthew shoved his way past Bernard and ran from the others toward a row of trees at the back of the field.
The German Shepherd turned and raised his paws with a soft smile as he looked over those gathered. He was glad to see Matthew's mother and sister were not present, likely inside the church, "Please, continue with the clean up. Matthew is just having a rough time, I will speak with him," the wide old dog said and turned to go toward the tree-line. It was a bit of a walk and soon the voices of the gossiping parishioners faded.
Father Bernard could hear weeping and soon came upon Matthew sitting with his back against a tree. The dog furrowed his brow with concern and walked over to kneel down on the grass beside the tree. The sudden movement caught the fox by surprise and he gasped, looking to the priest, "L-leave me alone!" he yelled and tried to get up.
In a move that surprised even himself, Father Bernard pressed a paw firmly to Matthew's shoulder, forcing him back down to sit, "Matthew, hush now. We need to talk."
The fox growled, sniffling a bit, "F...fuck off, old man!"
The priest was unfazed by the youth's name calling, knowing better than to let it affect him. His paw just held the boy down, in place, but he didn't reply. The dog just tried to keep his gaze on the boy's.
"I said...fuck...off!" he cried out again and lashed out, his fists hitting Father Bernard's chest. They weren't hard blows, but the dog certainly felt them in his old frame, "You're just like...all the rest! You think...you think I'm going to hell! Well, I can't be 'cured' so just leave me the fuck alone!"
Father Bernard let the boy blow off the steam inside of him. After the short diatribe, the fox broke down, pressing his face to the old dog's chest, sobbing. The Shepherd slid his arms around Matthew, holding him tightly, letting him cry.
"I don't think you're going to hell, Matthew. God loves all of his children, why would you be any different?" he asked, wanting to let the boy admit the truth.
"I can't...can't stop thinking this way! And the Bible says that...that I'm going to hell because..."
"Because why, Matthew?"
The boy sobbed again, his voice muffled in the black button-up shirt the canine wore, "I'm a fag...and fags go to hell!"
Bernard closed his eyes, thick arms still holding the fox close to him, "Matthew, homosexuals don't go to hell--"
The fox nodded quickly into Bernard's chest, "Yes they do! My...my dad said faggots don't deserve God's love and they...they burn forever!"
The priest's teeth gnashed together upon hearing that. He hadn't known Leonard Crenshaw to be such a close-minded bigot. After a few more moments, he gently pulled Matthew back to look down at his tear-stained eyes, "Matthew, God made you, he made me, he made everything. Why would he make you to be someone that would never reach the grace of Heaven no matter how hard you tried? That doesn't seem fair, does it?"
The fox sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes. He looked extremely vulnerable, much less tough than he'd been the day before. After hearing the priest speak those words, the boy nodded a little bit, "I...I guess not..."
Bernard nodded a bit, "You see?" he asked, gently pressing a paw to the boy's cheek to stroke him affectionately, "Your father is just a little misguided, Matthew."
The fox let out a soft whimper, leaning his cheek into Bernard's paw, eyes closing a little bit, "I'm...I'm sorry I yelled and hit you, Father..."
The Shepherd smiled warmly and shook his head, "Don't give it another thought, Matthew. I forgive you completely," he replied, looking down at the youth, "We should start heading back--"
Matthew turned his head slightly and kissed the priest's palm, the boy looking up with his eyes. Father Bernard's eyes opened a little, and then a little more as Matthew's paw gingerly touched his chest.
"Father...can we...stay here for awhile?" the fox asked softly, kissing the Shepherd's paw again.
"Matthew...this is not appropria--" he began to say, but Matthew cut him off, kissing the old priest suddenly. The Shepherd didn't know what to do. He just stayed still, eyes opened widely. He felt the boy's paws on his chest and mffed as the tongue met his as it pushed past his lips. Father Bernard's eyes drifted shut slightly and he kissed back before quickly pulling back.
"Matthew! Please, you can't do this. We can't do this. I have a vow I must uphold," he said quickly and pushed himself to his feet, stumbling back into the tree. The fox also quickly stood up with a blush.
"Father, please...I...I want to thank you for helping me," Matthew said, his paws pressing to the older male's chest as he looked up into his eyes, "I've been so wretched to you after you did so much to help guide me to God..."
"Child, this is not the way! I must remember the promises I made," he replied quickly, his paws pressing to the tree behind him to keep himself up. A gasp suddenly came from his lips as Matthew's left paw trailed down, pressing to the front of the priest's black slacks.
"Please Father...I love you," he said softly, the words of affection flowing from the fox's lips so easily. The priest couldn't force his legs to move. It had been decades since anyone had touched him in that way. And he did love Matthew in return. It may have been in more of a paternal way than a romantic way, but it was love nonetheless. He gasped again, feeling the fingers squeeze his hidden sheath and felt his resolve leave him.
He was more than half German Shepherd's age, but the handsome fox boy knew already how to seduce a man. He met Matthew's eyes, completely forgetting about the others not too far away. A soft moan left the mouth of God's servant as Matthew began to slowly rub at the thickening sheath through those black pants.
"Matthew..." Bernard whispered softly in a last-bitch effort to make the fox stop.
The boy leaned forward, "It's okay, Father. God will forgive you," he whispered softly before pressing his lips to the Shepherd's again. This time, Father Bernard couldn't stop himself from returning it. The whole situation was so improbable that he suspected he may be dreaming, that he would wake up in his room with a horrible erection. He moaned again, though, as the paw squeezed his balls through his pants before grasping the zipper to slowly pull it down.
Their tongues intertwined as they kissed. Both knew it wouldn't be prudent to undress more than was necessary and soon the fox's paw shot into the open fly of his priest. The dog gasped into Matthew's mouth as he felt the youthful fingers sliding around his thick tan-colored sheath.
The fox broke the kiss and grinned roguishly, quickly sliding to his knees as he pulled the sheath from the priests opening, letting out a soft gasp as he saw how big the old male was likely to end up, "Father...now why would God give you something like this if he didn't intend for you to use it?" the fox asked cheekily as he looked up at Father Bernard.
The elder canine blushed slightly at the question, feeling dirtier than he ever had before as he looked down upon the young fox holding his sheath which thickened quickly. The tip of his red doghood poked from the end and Matthew wasted no tip leaning forward slide slide his tongue over the flesh, causing Father Bernard to moan suddenly.
The fox giggled and shushed the priest, "Father, be quiet...we don't want anyone else to know about my...Act of Contrition, do we?" he asked, paw drawing that sheath down to expose more and more of the priest's cock. That question made the old male blush even more. He had to bite his lip hard as the warm lips from the fox closed around the head of his tapered shaft, sliding down quickly. The dog was hard very quickly for a middle-aged male, but he hadn't gotten laid in years and years.
The fox moaned around the dog's thickness, pushing his muzzle all the way down the six inches of dog cock until he reached the priests knot. Bernard wasn't the biggest dog on the block, but his thickness more than made up for that.
"M-matthew..." he moaned out softly as a big paw slid down to stroke slowly through the boy's headfur. This time, the saying of the boy's name was one of encouragement, the priest's eyes sliding closed as he enjoyed the pleasure from the fox in front of him.
Matthew's tongue slid around the underside of Father Bernard's shaft as he began to bob his head. He was a natural-born cocksucker as he was easily able to take all of his priest's cock into his muzzle before the large knot that had formed. The dog's claws sung into the bark of the tree and he gasped as the fox reached up to tug his balls from the fly as well, cupping them. The dog knew it wouldn't be long before he would experience his first orgasm in years, but Matthew pulled back as he sensed the impending orgasm.
"Oh, Father...I love your cock...it's so perfect. God did a wonderful job on it. I want it deep in my ass," the vulpine said in the most sultry voice he could manage, slowly stroking the holy man's throbbing hard-on. Father Bernard's eyes opened quickly. It was one thing to receive a blowjob, but...actual sex might be going to far for his vows of celibacy.
"Matthew, we ca--" he began to say, but the fox pushed himself back up, licking up the Shepherd's chin.
"Please, Father...I need you. God knows how much I need you, he'll understand," the boy whispered to him. This made the elder male shudder and blush a bit more as this youth presumed to know what God would understand. His thoughts were jolted back to him as Matthew turned around to lean against a nearby tree. The boy reached back to tug his loose-fitting jeans down, letting them drop to his knees.
The priest stared at that perfect, sexy butt as he bit his lower lip hard. He shouldn't. He couldn't. How could God forgive him breaking his most sacred vows with this boy? He suddenly gasped, seeing the gift the tiger had left inside of Matthew slowly leaking out and it became a bit to much for him. Father Bernard slowly walked over, his paws pressing to the fox's hips. Matthew let out an slutty moan and wiggled his hips a little.
"Please, Father...will you...put your donation in my collection basket?" the fox asked as he bent over against the tree, gripping it firmly. The German Shepherd couldn't stop himself from blushing but moved his hips forward until the thick tip of his doghood pressed to that puckered, slightly-stretched hole. It didn't take more for him to slide in, the tiger's cum helping to lubricate his entrance.
Both moaned out as he began to slide into his former alter boy. The dog could feel the slick tunnel gripping and rippling around his dick. Bernard pushed in until the inflated knot pressed to the fox's entrance.
"Oh, Father...oh God...yes..." the boy moaned out as he felt filled by his priest.
"Do...don't not take the Lord's name in...vain," Father Bernard said, taking the time to correct the youth as he slowly pulled out, only to thrust back into him, "Oh God..." the dog whispered soon after.
The fox couldn't help but smile and shudder as he felt the paws sliding up under his shirt to grip at his shoulders. The hips pulled back and thrust firmly back into him as Father Bernard started to really fuck the fox's ass. Father Bernard knew he wouldn't last long, the pleasure already becoming too much for his old body to handle. Matthew reached down between his legs, using one paw to hold himself up as he desperately jerked himself off.
The priest panted heavily as his heavy balls slapped against the fox's thighs. His precum drooled into the tailhole to mix with the tiger's cum. It wasn't long before Matthew cried out, biting his arm hard to muffled the cries. Thick ropes of fox spooge splattered out against the tree as he came hard. Father Bernard felt the orgasm as well as the fox's hole clenched around him. This certainly helped the old priest over and he cried out himself, pressing his body down onto the fox's back, his muzzle buried into the back of Matthew's neck. A sharp thrust later and the thick knot was forced into the fox's hole, locking the the males together. The dog's cock throbbed and jerked as his warm cum flooded the young fox's ass.
Both rode through their intense orgasms, trying their best to muffles the sounds of pleasure that escaped their mouths. The priest slowly pulled himself up as the haze of sex and climax began to clear. He felt the vaguely familiar feeling of being tied and looked down, gasping, "Oh no..."
The fox seemed to realize almost at the same time as Father Bernard, "F-father...did you...?"
The elder male nodded, "I'm afraid I did..." he said, his cum still emptying into the lad's tailhole.
"Father! We're ready to take the donations to the shelter!" came the voice of Rachel, Matthew's mother, each word sounding closer to them.
"You don't think...Mom would believe this was my penance...do you?" the fox asked as the sound of his mother's footpaws sounded a few yards away.
Well, Bernard supposed, it was worth a shot...
Author's Note: This is something I've been working on and finally got the will to finish. In case it wasn't obvious, I was raised Catholic. Now I consider myself Agnostic and hate organized religion. As I said above, this is just something my twisted mind came up with. It isn't based on any real events. This was supposed to be a one-off story. I think it might just push me into 'Go directly to hell" territory if I continued the story with what I have in my brain. Besides, I think it would kill the meaning of the story. I didn't want this to be a raunchy story. I think this has a certain twisted sweetness to it as it is, so I'll probably leave it alone.