When Sargent hears the doorknob turn audibly, it pulls him out of his naughty flashback. He sees altar boy Marcus Rivers enter half-heartedly and the priest is natural in his movements as he gestures for the boy to situate himself on the wooden prie-dieu just beside the armchair. Father Sargent can immediately detect that same weight of guilt weighing down on Marcus, it is one he is able to recognize. It was a weight he himself was guilty of carrying even just moments before.

Marcus has always proven to be a very honest boy, the older priest knew the young man would never intentionally deceive him. And it would seem that the two of them now carry the same burden of yearning for that release they knew they were capable of bringing to each other. Father Sargent attempts to urge the boy in need of guidance to remember his vow of loyalty to the priestly life. However, Marcus is quick to admit he was unable to abstain from playing with his roommate, his fellow altar boy Noah, and previous playmate to the priest. They silently acknowledge that Opus Dei has taught them that the body must be humbled through physical means granting them a loophole in which to actively engage in unburdening one another. Such was a common practice amongst two members of the faith who found themselves in a similar position of guilt.

Father Sargent voices a brief instruction and the altar boy Marcus moves instinctively to begin the first step of the gay guilt penance. It is extremely difficult for the older man to control himself once the smaller framed boy leans across his lap, the boy’s mind confused but also very aroused at the same time. Marcus enjoys the sensation of submitting to the guiding hand, and now wooden paddle, of Father Sargent and his assertive methods.

It surprises the priest to hear how with every mighty spank this altar boy erupts with a moan mixed with both a mild pain and pleasure. It was almost the complete opposite reaction Father Sargent got when paddling Noah, who was rather stoic and reserved during the process, barely even flinching let alone groaning. Marcus was singing like a hymn with every audible contact the paddle made with his smooth ass.

The boy continues to submit to Father Sargent, bending over to get his hole properly adorned with tongue lashings in preparation for big man fucking small boys. Marcus’ body does little to hide his own excitement from the way his elderly priest is touching him, his young cock standing at full attention as his hole receives a focused attention.

Marcus also seems to struggle with Father Sargents big cock in his tiny hole, Father Sargent’s thick member stretching open the altar boy’s hungry hole as the bottom throws his head back in ecstasy. They reposition themselves with Marcus bouncing slowly on top of the priest’s girthy length as the priest fucks his Altar Boy. The altar boy even touching his own erection as he rides Father Sargent. At least they were successful in unburdening themselves with this ungodly desire…at least for now…