Roleplay | KakuHida
His hands, tied up to the ceiling, the rope hooked through a ring attached to the stone like some ornate fixture. He remembered holding the ladder as the older man drilled it in.. Body bound with thick black rope. Feelings of lust as the cool of the silky nylon rope glided across his pale skin. He wore nothing but a clerical collar. A religious object attached to his neck. The rest of him nude, just like the day he was born
The older paced behind him out of sight. He tried to turn and catch a glimpse of the man who stole his still beating heart but to no avail. The sounds of a book, a thick, leather one being thumped in his hand.
“Was the priest good today? Did he pray to his false god?” The smirk could audibly be heard in his gruff, deep voice.
“Yes sir.” He groaned.
He loved this game. Playing the role of the tormented priest. The priest who has gone against his god and was about to commit sin. Jashin would have to forgive him again. He would have to pay penance in prayer, reflection and sacrificial rites. But the thought of taking the older man again… the sin he would be committing would be worth it.
“Good boy”
The sound of the thumping leather book against the elder's large hands stopped, and the sound of the book being placed on a wooden desk replaced it. Another object was picked up.
“Would you like your reward now?”
“Please.” The silver haired man moaned. God he couldn’t wait. He reveled in this type of pleasure. Pain and pleasure. Hand in hand. We must experience pain in others in order to understand pain within ourselves. The words of the holy text ran through his mind. Jashin would be pleased that he was experiencing part of the doctrine. Pleased that he was paying penance while reveling in the soon to be pleasure. He hoped that would be enough to semi-please the deity of his chosen worship.
“Such a good priest. Your false god should see you as worthy… but in this moment, while you are at my mercy. Your god will not exist. Only me.”
The sound of an object is picked up behind him. It thumps against a battle worn hand. The sound of leather, of delight. The young Jashinist perked up. A blindfold is placed on his eyes. One sense dulled, the others ignited like a match. Lighting up like the blaze of a wildfire. He felt himself get hard. His cock pressing against the ties that bound him right above. The feeling of the strain in his balls as the pressure, the need to cum, ravaged through his veins. He needed this release more than he desired to pray.
Crack. The whip is cracked behind him. All nine leather straps snapped in unison as they were tested for the first time in weeks. The sounds of music to both of their ears. A sadist and a masochist. Working in unison. A priest and his muse. A nonbeliever breaking the chains that so strongly bound the younger man to his religious devotion. Moments like these they both craved.
“I am your god now priest”
Crack. The sound of the straps being sent through the air hitting the exposed skin of his back. He groaned in pain and threw his head back. The cassock tightening against his neck. The feeling of light pleasure making his cock twitch in response.
“Punish me kuzu. Make me your devotee.” He moaned.
Crack the sound again. The feeling of leather against flesh. The feeling of pain giving way to pure pleasure.
Crack. The feeling of pleasurable pain again. He moaned deeply.
Crack.
“Who is your god now, priest?”
“You are kuzu”
“Say it.”
“You are my god Kakuzu.” He moaned out.
“The feeling of a muscular body leaned up against his back. The feeling of a hard cock cloaked in fabric pressed against the younger's lower back. So thick. So big. So fucking nice.
“Does the priest need to pay for his sins? Worship his new god and denounce the old?”
Fuck. This part of the game he hated. Jashin would be angry with him. But it's roleplay. Right? He wanted this. Agreed to it when it was brought up. His standing as a priest. A high rank in his religion. That was his world. But this is play time. He was the older man's plaything. And this was a scene for their little weekly game. He would play along.
“Yes. Please. Make me yours…” He groaned.
“Will you take me like the good little toy you are priest?”
“Yes sir.”
“Such a good fucking toy”
The sound of pants dropping. The shake and then squirt of the thick liquid lube placed on a cock. The sloping sound of it rubbed against skin. The groan of the older as he jerked his more than likely painful member. The feeling of the wet cock against his backside. Pressing deep into his crack. So much pleasure. His desire was overwhelming. He felt the heat build in his core even before the older pressed against him and slipped inside effortlessly with a slight sting.
His eyes still blindfolded. But his senses ignited. The feeling of the thrusts inside. The fullness and pressure. The feeling as the older man's cock pressed against his spot. The orgasm he would have. The release. It was so close. So fucking desirably close.
A calloused hand reached around and tugged at his own hardened aching cock. The jerks of a man who knew what he was doing brought him to his peak until finally he was released. Released of his sins. Washed away in their playtime. Sins that he would pay for later. Sins that felt so right and so good. Sins that were all worth it at this moment.