Eli stared at his reflection in the cracked mirror and barely recognized himself. Frowning, he leaned in closer, taking in the raw, shaved skin of his head. They’d literally just scraped him clean like he was some prisoner. His thick, dark hair, which Eli took really great care of, was just gone like that. And now, he was swaddled in this itchy, beige robe that made him feel like a cult member or a reject from a biblical drama.He tilted his head left, and then right, before blowing out a frustrated breath. “I look like a damn egg,” he muttered to himself.Also, the baldness did something weird to his face. His cheekbones were highlighted, and they made his eyes pop, looking like large saucers on his face. At least two years had been taken off his age. He looked younger, softer…sorta, helpless. Ugh, fuck he hated this. He looked like a high school freshman playing monk for Halloween.With a sigh, Eli turned away from the mirror and walked towards the cell door, flicking the sliding th
Three days later, or four, depending on who was keeping time through the shitty fog in that woods, Eli stood in front of the monastery’s tall iron gate, soaked through with sweat and still shivering from cold. He was so covered in dirt and leaves, he looked like a feral creature that’d clawed out of a mud pit, which precisely was what had happened when he’d slipped. Eli still didn’t know how he made it out alive. His boots were caked with mud, and his limbs ached like hell from the last stretch of climbing. The hike had nearly killed him. At least twice. He’d eaten moss at one point. Moss. and there’d been that one night where he’d climbed a tree and pissed himself halfway up when he saw a snake camouflaged to match the tree’s bark. He was not made for this life. At all.Gritting his teeth, Eli shook out of the horrific memory of his journey and glanced back at the gate. It was enormous, weathered, and framed by crumbling stone columns that looked older than time itself. A tarnished b
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
Every single person in the chapel turned their heads once the doors creaked open. Their eyes widened, and their knees pressed together, breaths hitched as if the holy spirit itself had brushed past their spine. but it wasn’t the lord who stepped in. It was Matthew.Sunlight pooled behind him like a spotlight from the heavens, but there was nothing divine about the way he looked. The pale lavender robe, nearly translucent under the morning light clung to his chest, defining the slight curves of his thighs and slim hips meant to be idolized. Even the golden crucifix around his neck nestled in the hollow of his throat in such a blasphemous manner.He was everything every single male in the congregation feared and secretly desired. Sexy, sinful, and somehow still unbearably pure. The choir faltered mid-hymn, and every male gaze in the pews, including the husbands of women who never missed bible study, gulped, and the stench of their arousal and sweat filled the air. Their wives noticed,
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
Rebecca watches her brother as if she’s seeing him for the first time and she can tell something is wrong.Matthew has always been different; soft whereas other boys were rowdy and loud. Lost in his head where they brawled and lofted skirts. She never told anyone about the times she caught him sneaking her pink hair bows, tying them into his dark curls before running off to school. Or the night she woke up to the sound of him moaning in his sleep, and it was a boy’s name that slipped from his lips, his sheets kicked halfway off his bed, exposing that he’d been having a wet dream.She had kept that secret with her, vowing to take it to her grave because she hoped it was just a phase, and her brother would harden sooner or later into a 'normal' man.But it never happened. And this...this thing he had going on with Father Khatri. It was different...dangerous even.She had seen the way that priest looked at her brother. Father Khatri, a very handsome man with blonde hair and grey eyes tha
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.
Three days have passed since the ‘exorcism’ and Matthew McPherson is finally free from that dank basement, back in the creaky little house on Hapeville’s edge. His mother is now convinced that he’s been ‘healed,’ and so she let him come back up.right now, the sun is dipping low, casting a faint glow through the dusty windows as he sweeps the floor alongside his older sister, Rebecca. She’s twenty years old, but looks so gaunt and hollowed-out from hunger she could have passed for a weird, wiry teenager. Her bony hands grip the broom like it’s all that’s holding her together and Matthew’s chest tightens with a familiar pang. Just two years back, their dad had smashed himself to pieces in a road accident, and their family lost everything from the fallout, including their Mother’s smile. She couldn’t pull two coins together after that, so they dragged what was left to this sleepy nowhere, chasing whispers of cheap land and quieter days.Matthew’s broom slows, dust swirling around his ba
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