When I was about 15 years old, my family and I started going to our local catholic church.
We always had a few family issues, so for some reason we thought it would be a good idea to go to church so we could religiously bond as a family.
When it came time, I was happy to confess my sins. The priest took me back to the booth, and I let it all spill.
“I took a large unbearable shit in our cat’s litter box and exploded with laughter as I watched my mom clean it out.” I said, snickering. It was hard holding back the laughter just thinking about it.
“Any more sins?” The priest asked.
“I pissed in the down syndrome kid’s orange juice and laughed as he took a drink out of it and spewed it all over the other down syndrome kids at lunch.”
“Oh my, you’ve been a naughty little boy haven’t you?” He said. He came out of his side and opened my door, revealing his rather large erection.
“Your sins require a special punishment for cleansing.” He said, with a large smile.
He comes closer and forces his throbbing member down my throat. I’m not gonna lie, his cock tasted like the last kid’s asshole – But I didn’t care.
Without warning, I bite down on his cock with the force of Thor’s hammer smashing an aborted fetus. He falls back and lands on the ground, screaming in agony as I have his torn cock hanging out of my mouth.
I jump down and begin to violently finger-fuck his freshly-made fuckhole, which makes him scream in even more pain. I lean over and spit his ripped cock into his mouth, forcing him to shut the fuck up.
At this point my cock is throbbing hard too, so I pull it out and forcefully slam it inside the hole where his cock once was. The priest tenses up, but at this point he’s took weak to fight back. I start to powerfully thrust.
Quickly, my cock begins to pulsate as I reach a level of climax I have not been at before – knowing that I made great use of his forced-gender reassignment.
I pull his ripped cock out of his mouth and begin to fuck his bloody-semen filled hole with it. I pull it right back out and shove it directly down his throat, watching in extreme pleasure as he chokes to death.
“Forgive me father, for I have sinned…” I whispered in his ear, as I got up and walked away, back to the sermon.