All Chapters of Forgive Me Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 2DORIANI stood by the altar after Mass, shaking hands and answering smiles. The sunlight touched the stained glass behind me, and I felt its warmth more than the air on my skin. I said thank you, God bless, and smiled politely. I spoke in soft tones. I nodded.Everything heaped on me felt routine. I had done this before. In another parish. Another ship. Another building with worn wood and chipped paint. It did not matter."Father Vale!" the older priest called. His voice was loud. People turned. A few church members stepped forward to greet me."Good service today," one man said."You led well," a woman said.I nodded. I said, "Thank you."They pressed my hands and patted my shoulder. They smiled. They said I was a blessing to the church.On the edge of my sight, I saw him. The twink in the choir. He stood a few rows back. He was small. Soft face. Pale skin. Curly hair. He wore the robe like a gown. His eyes were bright even though he tried to hide.I watched him step toward

CHAPTER 4EZRAI held the note a little longer than I should’ve. My throat was dry and I was sweating through my collar, but the director nodded in approval, so I stayed focused. At least, I tried to.We were halfway through the song when the side door creaked open.I didn’t look up.I didn’t need to.I felt him.And the second I did, my voice cracked. I coughed mid-word and grabbed my throat like it might fall off.Lily looked over, concerned. “You good?”“I’m fine,” I choked. “Water. I just need—”The director waved for us to pause.Everyone turned toward the door.And there he was.Father Dorian Vale.He stood in the doorway like he hadn’t just walked into rehearsal and made my lungs stop working.Black collar. Rolled sleeves. That same unreadable face.“Sorry to interrupt,” he said smoothly. “I was passing by and heard the music.”The director smiled. “No trouble at all, Father. Would you like to stay?”“I’ll just listen. Please, continue.”He sat in the last row.Right in my line

CHAPTER 6EZRABy the time I got home, I felt like I’d lived three lifetimes in one day. Dinner was quiet. Genevieve asked about my studies. I said fine. She asked about choir. I said fine. She gave me one of those sharp looks that meant you’re not telling me everything, but thankfully, she let it go. I excused myself early. “I’ll just… head upstairs. Lots of assignments.” “Don’t stay up too late, Ezra,” she said, sipping her tea. “Yes, ma’am.” The second my door clicked shut, I collapsed onto my bed. My chest still ached like it was too full of something I couldn’t name. I should’ve read. Or prayed. Or done literally anything else. But instead, I buried my face in my pillow and groaned. “Why can’t I stop thinking about him?&rdqu

CHAPTER 8DORIANI stayed in the confessional after Ezra left.The wood felt too tight around me. The air too heavy. His voice still echoed, broken and desperate—I thought of your hands. Yours.My cock was already hard.I gripped my thigh, forcing myself to breathe. “God,” I whispered, jaw tight. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”Silence answered back.I should’ve shut him down earlier. I should’ve cut him off before he spilled everything, but instead, I pushed. I wanted to hear it. I needed to hear it. And now my entire body was burning.The image wouldn’t leave me. Ezra on his knees. Ezra trembling. Ezra begging.“Fuck.” I pressed the heel of my hand against my cock through the black fabric of my slacks. It didn’t help. The hardness throbbed.I shoved the door open and left the booth, my pace quick, steps loud against the stone floor. The church was empty now. Good. No one to see me lose control.I locked myself in the vestry, slammed the door shut, leaned against it. My breath c

CHAPTER 10DORIAN The boardroom was too bright. White walls, polished oak table, sunlight slanting through blinds. I preferred shadows, but this was where we were.Genevieve Clarke sat at the head of the table, posture perfect, voice crisp. She looked like a queen who happened to wear pearls instead of a crown. Ezra sat to her right, shoulders tight, hands folded on the table like he was in class. His curls caught the light. He didn’t look up much.Nico sat opposite me. His smile was too sharp, his collar too neat. He leaned forward like every word he spoke was revelation.“Father Barnes said we must seize this opportunity,” Nico said. His voice was smooth, deliberate. “The youth retreat is our chance to ignite a fire. Three days in the mountains. Away from distraction. Full immersion in God’s presence.”He spread his hands like he expected applause.Genevieve only inclined her head. “We all agree it’s important. But the details matter. Logistics. Structure. Supervision.”Nico smiled