The Taste of Sin Ch. 02 by HerMatman 4282

THE TASTE OF SIN

Chapter 2: First Lesson, First Punishment

All the characters and situations are fictional. All the characters are above the age of consent. Any similarities with real people or places are simply coincidental.

Father's words echoed through the silent room. "Let's begin with your first lesson."

As he let my chain go, he slowly moved his hand to his crotch and unzipped his pants. Before I could react, his huge, thick cock sprang out and slapped me in my face. I froze. I couldn't react. His action shocked me to my core, and his amused, wicked look mocked my expression.

"Your confused look is priceless slut." Father said and caressed my cheek. Then he slapped it, hard. That slap took me out of my shock and made me realize what's right in front of my eyes. Father's huge member, hard and throbbing. Thoughts ran through my mind. About that 'thing', about Father's intentions with me, about chances of escape. But they were interrupted by his deep, commanding voice.

"Open your mouth!" He ordered. "It's time for your first lesson. 'You are not allowed to talk unless permitted."

His words were cutting into my skin like a blade. Fear was rising in me, higher and higher. He slapped me again. "You will listen to me when I talk to you."

I looked up at him, away from the throbbing member. Father took the air out of my lungs with a swift chug of the chain. "Answer!"

"Yes... Father." I hoarsed.

"Good. Now open your mouth. Let's put it to better use than that annoying chatter of yours."

For now, I acknowledged that compliance would be a better option, so I opened my mouth wide. Father John shined a perverse smile and slipped his salty tip past my lips. His thickness was spreading my lips wide open as I tried to accommodate his girth.

"Good boy... You see, isn't this a better use of your pretty little mouth? We should practice this more often. Silence saves thee from the ruin of the sin." Father said, towering over me like a true preacher.

He started moving. His hips snap in and out. His cock burrying further and further into my mouth.

I opened my eyes after a while and saw his unyielding, perverse face looking down on me, trying to take his huge, thick cock. My look of despair must have amused him, because he grabbed my head and started slowly picking up pace. I tried to push him away out of instinct, when he pushed further and further down my throat, but my attempt only entertained him, and his right hand tied my wrists into one single grip that locked my arms over my head. His left hand remained on the back of my head to help him push harder into my mouth.

He kept pushing further and further, until I felt his heavy balls slapping on my chin. The thought of that huge cock being buried to the halt in my mouth made me gag. My eyes started to water up as Father pushed more and more beyond my limit. Finally, he stopped and pulled out to give me a second to catch my breath.

"You're doing very well." He praised me. It was a strange feeling. His praise appeled me, and at the same time it pleased me. Those completely opposite feelings waged war deep inside me, but there was no time for that, since Father pushed his shaft past my lips once again. Seeing I was able to catch my breath and even start to drift somewhere off in my thoughts made him more comfortable with his thrusts, and he was now literally fucking my mouth like some wild animal. His right hand, still holding my hands over my head, and his left hand pushing my head from the back to help him thrust harder, faster, and deeper.

His tip was now tickling the back of my throat, and his heavy balls were hitting my drool-covered chin. The drool was actually everywhere. All over my mouth and my shirt. Trying to take in his impressive size, I slurped and drooled everywhere.

His hips started to snap more erratically as he was drawing near the climax.

"OHHHHH FUCK... FUCK... FUUUUUUCK...." Father's vibrant moan echoed through the room as he filled my mouth with his salty, warm semen.

He rammed his cock down my throat three more times and buried it all the way to the balls one last time. Then he pulled out his slowly limping cock, grabbed me by my throat, and made me swallow it. "Easy now, boy... swallow. Swallow it all. Don't try to spit it out, or I'll make you regret it."

I looked at him, and his uncompromising eyes were clearly underlining the threat. I obediently swallowed his seed, and he released me.

I fell down on my hands, holding my burning neck and trying to catch my breath. Father towered over me with his limp cock still hanging out there. He was smiling.

"Good boy." He praised me again with the same thorny voice. "I see you can listen when properly motivated. There's still much we have to work on, but I'm sure you will take this lesson to your heart and in the future, you will try your best to behave."

I caught my breath and finally looked up at him. His cock had already disappeared in his pants, and he was extending his hand to me. I took it. He helped me up to my feet.

"There is a bathroom. Clean up a bit and rush to your mother; she is waiting for you. I will expect you tomorrow. And Quinn... I hope you're not planning to not show up. There is still work to be done here. Only because you were chosen to be reformed doesn't mean you will not finish your job here."

It took me aback. I didn't even think about the work after what he just did to me. I nodded... for now.

Before I was able to leave, he stopped me again. He leaned toward me and whispered. "If you, after all, decided to ditch me... believe me, I can get to you in many more ways... and nobody would believe you what had just happened."

Then he grabbed my swollen cock, which got hard a couple of times during his abuse of my mouth. "And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and defy me! Do you understand that?"

I nodded slowly. Air tightening in my lungs and fear filling my heart.

"I know very well that sinful cock of yours was throbbing, wanting for a release when I fucked your mouth. That's why I know you will come back, without a word. Won't you..."

I nodded again. "Yes... Father." I whispered back. Partly to please him and get myself out, but partly because deep down... I knew he was right. And it was tightening my throat.

"Good. Now go. And God bless you."

"Thank you, Father. Bless you too." I said and ran away.

"Quinn! Here you are. I was waiting for you. You had a talk with Father John?" Mom said when we met outside.

"Uh, yeah. About the job." I said and rushed to the car.

"Oh, Quinn. You will be a proper Christian after all." Mom said with a happy, touched smile.

I looked at her as we were driving away from the church.

"Yeah... maybe mom. Maybe." I said and looked out the window at the mirror. I watched the disappearing church behind us.

The next morning, I didn't exactly hurry to work. I took a longer route and arrived an hour late.

"Blessed is the servant who comes at the hour he is commanded." Father's voice startled me when I arrived at the garden. He was standing in the church door behind me. I looked back and took a couple of steps back.

"Don't be afraid. You don't have anything to be afraid of... yet." He said. "Come to me when you finish work today." He added and left, without giving me a chance to say anything back.

I started with my work. The new fence was almost done, but with enough effort, it could take me some time. And then I can start with something more. If I work long enough, Father John might not want to wait for me. I started on the fence, and I was working slowly. As slowly as I could. I shouldn't be too slow; it would be suspicious.

When I was done with the fence, I started weeding the center path paved with the big rock blocks. Those blocks were once completely visible, but with time, they almost disappeared in the weeds.

I even skipped lunch and worked up to the afternoon hours. When the tiredness started taking over, I thought to myself that if I vanish fast enough, I can avoid Father John.

But once I stepped on the church soil, I ran into him. Like he sensed me. Or waited for me this whole time.

"You're done for today, Quinn?" He asked.

"Y.. yes. I thought I could go home."

"Are you asking for my permission?" He asked.

"I.. uh..." I stammered.

"I know you're not. But don't worry, you'll learn that too. You thought that if you suggested it as an idea, I might succumb and let you go home?"

"No. I... absolutely not."

"Don't lie to me, Quinn. And in the house of god. Lying would mean severe punishment. And that's the one thing you have a chance to avoid if you behave."

"I'm sorry, Father. I am really tired."

"Yes... and smart. Too smart for your own good." He remarked. "But that is not the topic of today. Come with me." Father said and, turning around, walked away. I was deciding between following him or leaving. Fear took me over, and I followed him. We arrived at his office. The room where it took place. Although I still vividly remember what happened, I didn't remember the room, and it felt like I was here for the first time.

"You remember where the bathroom is, right?" Father asked me.

I gulped. "Yes..."

"Good. Then go and take a shower. And then come back... naked."

"But..." I tried to protest, but he was kind in a perverse kind of way and only gave me a threatening look. "Okay," I said and disappeared behind the bathroom door.

I took a cold shower that felt like a paradise on a hot summer day like today, followed by a hot shower, and washed myself.

When I got out of the shower, there was no towel. "Fuck, does he want me to come out naked and soaking wet?" I asked myself. Probably. So I walked out of the bathroom after a minute of hesitation in front of the door.

When I stepped out, naked and soaking wet, the cold air bit me in every inch of my skin. Father John stood up from his work and admired my slim, hairless body.

"Nice." He remarked. Then his look shifted to my cock. It wasn't as big as his, especially when limp, due to my nervousness. I was always a grower, not a shower.

He stepped closer to me and started sliding his hand over my body. He went from my shoulder down my back to my ass. "Firm." He praised it. "Small but well-rounded and firm."

Then his big, firm hands slid to my hips. I shivered when his sliding hands tickled me. He laughed slightly. "Good to know." He remarked shortly and went up to my chest. His quick fingers started playing with my nipples.

"Nipples are one of the most sensitive places on the male body. Did you know that?" He said, but I was so dumbfounded that I didn't answer.

He kept playing with my nipples. Circling over them and teasing them with his fingers. The pleasure it gave me made my knees tremble.

"It can give a man a lot of pleasure," he said, enjoying my body trembling under the pleasure he was providing me. "But it can also be a powerful tool, how to make a man suffer." He said and swiftly started twisting them and pinching them.

The sudden jolt of pain that came from this made my legs give out, and I fell to my knees.

Father John found that amusing and started softly laughing. "Working more than well with you, I see." He said and leaned in to me. "And I have a lot more knowledge of male anatomy that I can use to give you pleasure or pain. This was just a demonstration." He whispered to my ear and chuckled softly. Then he stood up and walked to the window, looking out. I stayed kneeling.

"And I am prepared to use it whenever necessary. For example, if you keep coming late. Punctuality is a good thing in life and an absolute necessity for a submissive like you." He kept looking out the window while talking.

Suddenly, he turned around. "And I'm not even talking about your attempt to leave without permission today and your attempt to lie. What do you have to say to those accounts you're facing here?" He said and leaned on the windowsill.

"Nothing?" He asked, interrupting my silence. "So you want to go straight to punishment? Even though I have given you a chance to defend yourself? Come on, you have permission to talk now."

"I.. uh, I'm sorry. I was shaken, that's why I was late. It won't happen again, I swear."

"That sounds to me like an excuse, but okay. What about your lying? That is a bigger sin than being late." Father said and looked at me with the eye of a priest. Somewhat perverse priest.

"I didn't want to. I swear. I just... I was afraid." I said in my defense.

"Good. You should be. If you try to lie to me again..." He said it like a complete sentence, yet let a threat hang in the air.

"And the final sin of today," he said. "Trying to leave without my permission. So that makes already four offences in two days. That could easily be a record." He approached me, grabbed me by my chin, and tilted my head up.

"Let's make something clear. How I punished you yesterday was nothing compared to how I will punish you next time if you keep behaving like this. Do we understand each other?"

He was holding me by the chin, so I couldn't nod. I had to speak. "Yes..Father."

"Good. So, from now on, you have been acquainted with four rules already. Never speak when you are not told to. Understand?"

"Yes, Father."

"Rule number two... You will always be on time. When I say 'Be here by five o'clock in the morning', you will be here, naked, on your knees, ready, at five o'clock in the morning. Sharp! Do you understand?!"

"Yes, Father."

"Good. Rule number three. You never leave without my permission. Never. Unless you are releaved, you will not step out of the premises of this church. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Father," I said, almost crying. From his grip on my chin and from the humiliation of being naked, on my knees, and being instructed about my rights.

"Good. We're almost there. Final rule for today. You will never lie to me again. Because yesterday's punishment was a walk through the park compared to what you can expect if you lie to me again. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes... Father." I said and shed a tear down my right eye.

"Good boy." He praised me. "Hopefully, you understand now that this can go the easy way or the hard way. And let me assure you that I will enjoy both options. So it's only up to you which one you choose." Father said, and releasing my chin, he gently slapped my cheek.

"Now, stand up. We have to settle your punishment for today." I stood up and started trembling. My cock surprisingly hard.

"Looks like somebody is excited about his punishment." Father smiled at me wickedly. "Don't worry. I have a feeling you already know which way you will go. And that way is paved with a lot of punishment. But at the end... You become a better man. A better slut. Now, come with me." He said.

We walked out into the church. He had already prepared his things on the preaching table.

"The first punishment is for your insolence in leaving without permission. Sit here." He gestured to the chair.

Sitting down, Father approached me with something in his hand. He turned it on and put it to my hard throbbing cock. I thought to myself, what kind of punishment is this? He started circling it around my tip. He did this for a solid minute until I felt itching. Then he stopped abruptly.

"What?!" I cried out.

"You're not gonna cum until I decide. Just like when you want to leave. You will learn that you cannot do anything without my permission. Nothing!" He said and started teasing my cock again. After several more excruciating minutes of teasing and not letting me release, he started playing with my nipples, too. Even bigger arousal was guaranteed to bring me to climax even faster. And then he stopped again.

This carried on for fifteen or twenty more minutes. I lost count quickly. But by that time, my cock was red and swollen. So sensitive that a single touch would make me cum. But Father John knew very well how long to let me recover before he started again. The next five minutes felt like five hours. With the combination of teasing my cock and my nipples each second felt like torture, but he wouldn't let me cum. When finally... he put the toy away, grabbed and squeezed my balls, and with the other hand started stroking me hard and fast. His mouth closed on my chest, and he started licking and biting on my nipples. This time, he didn't stop. He let me cum. And I came hard. Harder than ever. He twisted my cock away, and all the cum went on my stomach, chest, and face. My hard moans echoed through the church.

Father John released his squeeze of my spared balls and with the last three strokes finished my spent cock.

"You didn't beg. That is surprising." He remarked and licked the small drop of my cum on his hand. "But now you see... everything you do is based on my approval. Whether you cum or not, and whether you go or not. Let this be a lesson for you."

He walked away and then came back to my soulless, spent body sitting on the chair. In his hand, there was some unknown device to me.

"This is a chastity cage." He said and knelt in front of me. "It will stop that little cock of yours from getting hard, and you will not be able to jerk off. And since the only key will stay with me... You will wear it until I say so. Thus be your punishment for lying to me. And the more you lie to me, the longer you will wear it. For now, a week." He said as he arranged the cage around my spent cock.

"Good, it looks good on you. Now you can show me your dedication. And remember... every lie means one more week of this beauty on your cock."

I looked down on my limp cock, caged in a silver, golden-lined chastity cage.

"And now, for your last punishment of today. Since you were an hour late today, you will stay an hour later. But you will stay like this, with a cage on your cock, naked and covered in your own cum. And you will be kneeling right here."

I looked at him, if only he meant it for real. But after what I have already experienced... of course, he means it for real. So I stood up and knelt in front of Father John.

"Your back will be straight!" He commanded. "And you will not break your posture for another hour. Kneeling like a good slut that you are. And next time you come late... we will make it even harder, so you remember!" Father said and left me. Kneeling there in the cold church. Naked, cock caged and covered in my own cum. That hour felt like eternity. And Father's voice was like a sweet howling of freedom.

"Good boy." He praised me. "Your final punishment is over. You can dress now and go home. I will see you tomorrow. At six o'clock. SHARP!"

"Yes, Father," I said, picked up my clothes, and left. That night, before I fell asleep, I thought a lot. About all that had happened. About the cold cage wrapping over my cock. Felling every move, every twitch. And about the other punishments. I fell asleep that night with a weird feeling in my heart. And for a long time, I wasn't able to describe it.

The Taste of Sin Ch. 02

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