Sin That Binds

Khatri arrives at the Mchpherson house two hours after he left the church. The sun is already making a descent, painting the skies in beautiful hues of orange and pink. He could have arrived earlier if he had hitched a ride from any of the Bible-thumping followers of Christ who confess at the church every day and dive right into their sinuous ways, convinced God will always take them back with open arms.But he needs the walk and fresh air to keep his fraying self-control in some semblance of order. As he steps on the porch, a creak bounces off the peeling walls, loud enough to make him cringe as he’d wanted a few more minutes to mask his expressions and emotions. Yes, Khatri has to maintain his air of intrigue and detachment so nobody knows he’s been here, on this same spot too many times to count. Nights spent skulking in the shadows, mapping every creak of the floorboards, every turn of the hall that leads to him. His Matthew. That sharp guilt twists a hot knife deep into his che

Seeing that tight untouched dusky pink hole sends a zap of lust through Khatri and he can’t stop himself even if there’s a gun held to his head. He swipes his tongue over the sensitive patch of skin, once, twice, and fuck, the taste, it’s like a revelation. warm, musky, a sharp tang of sweat and skin that’s all Matthew, dark and forbidden, like licking the edge of damnation itself. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that…” Matthew gasps, rocking back into Khatri’s tongue as it plunges into his hole, fucking him with a slow, greedy thrust. That’s the sign Khatri needs to stop eating his boy’s ass because he needs to be buried deep inside him before either of them cums.Reluctantly, Khatri pulls away, giving it a few more licks before reaching blindly into his briefcase where he grabs the bottle of anointing oil. The irony isn’t lost on him as he pours it over his fingers, slicking them over Matthew’s ass before working a finger into him. The boy mewls, clenching around his fing

Matthew has been smiling since he crawled out of bed and came to join his folks in the common room. Even as his mother shared the chores between him and his older sister, that smile on his face couldn’t be wiped out. And why should it?After all, last night was the fifth night in a row that his priest came for him and watched the show he put on. Even if he couldn’t see the priest’s expression, he’d felt the other man’s desire as though it was his and that’s why a satisfied grin tugged at his lips as he rinsed a plate under the pump.The cool water slipping through his fingers reminds him of him spilling over his own hands the other night as Khatri watched him. God, he couldn’t wait to do it again. Will the priest come inside his room after the world has gone to sleep or will he wait outside in the fields, by Matthew’s window? Matthew didn’t know which prospect excited him more. As his thoughts distract him even more, the plate he’s scrubbing slips from his and clatters onto the floor.

Khatri feels like there’s a noose around his throat, where he stands before his congregation, the weight of their expectant gazes pressing in on him. The church is fuller than usual, every pew packed with faces familiar and some not, but all of them are anticipating one thing. His first baptism in three years of being the priest of this parish church. In bigger towns, baptisms weren’t such a big deal but in small towns like Hapeville, this might as well measure up to a world-stopping event like manna falling from heaven. They were all here to witness the cleansing and rebirth of lost souls, bringing them to Christ. Khatri can only imagine how scandalous it’ll be if they learn that their priest, just last night had fucked his boy on one of those pews, his cum streaking the shiny wood.He grips his bible so tightly his knuckles turn white while his other hand fiddles absently with the crucifix at his throat. He honestly wishes he didn’t have to do the baptism. Hell, he wishes he could a

Hello, If you're still reading Sin That Binds.It was decided that I'd make it a two-part series of short horror mm erotica. So here is BOOK TWO. I hope you enjoyed Book One, Matthew and Khatri's story, and their plot twist.Title: SanctumBlurb: Twenty-two-year-old Eli Navarro is sent to an isolated monastery in the Pyrenees for “spiritual correction” after being caught with another boy in his ultra-conservative religious university. There, he meets Brother Silas, a 36-year-old ascetic monk with piercing eyes and ritual scars down his back, complete with a voice that sounds like it knows every sin ever whispered in the dark.Silas is cold, unreadable, yet terrifyingly magnetic. He’s tasked with ‘cleansing’ Eli of his 'afflictions' through fasting and intense spiritual discipline.But Eli can’t stop dreaming of him. Wet dreams that feel so real they leave him gasping and begging for more.Perhaps, there may be more to Brother Silas than meets the eye.Chapter One:His knees ached aga