There's an extra edge to it, having watched the man load the magazine beforehand, his finger precise as he watched the clip slide into the barrel before he pressed it against [N]’s mouth. There's a dark side to the man, one [N] is all too aware of. But for some reason, even with a gun in his mouth, he can’t find reason to care.

Harper takes hold of [N]'s chin and lifts his head from the gun, forcing him to meet his eyes as he continues speaking in the same low, husky voice. "I told you to do better," he says, a tone of irritation evident in it. The recruit physically shivers, nodding his head to the captain. To his best ability, he tries to apologize even with the tip of the gun pressed against his lips and his hazy eyes meeting those cold ones.

"Yes, Sir," He attempts, licking his lips.

His body is hot and damp; he has no control over it at this point, even with the blared air conditioner, his skin is scorching under his gaze. It's almost like a need to please, to make up for his own discomfort. Slowly, he lowers his head on the firearm, feeling the smooth metal slide against the roof of his mouth once more, his tongue following after in the wake of the weapon.

"That's a good boy," He whispers, free hand petting [N]'s head, "Don't be ashamed of how much you like this."

[N] shudders slightly as Harper speaks, an embarrassing amount of drool dripping down his chin. He kisses down until he reaches the barrel, and his tongue darts out as soon as contact is made, exploring every surface he can get to while sucking the metal, his saliva lubricating it enough to make it easy to swallow. It takes a moment before he can pull back again, Harper letting him catch his breath between each cycle, but the Lieutenant doesn't stop until [N] does himself. He pulls away slowly, looking up at his boss, eyes wide, a thin trail of drool clinging to his bottom lip. The older man is clearly aroused by what he sees.

[N] swallows as best he can before returning his head to the pistol. Harper watches intently as he licks and sucks on the gun, moaning softly into the muzzle before pulling back. If his free hand wasn't busy petting at [N]'s head, Harper's sure he'd be palming himself to the sight, his cock hardening inside his fatigues, his own lips moist from the spit from licking his lips.

"Good boy," He whispers, "You’ve come a long way since you first started, hmm?."

 [N]’s arousal has been at its peak for quite some time now. The hardness between his legs is getting heavier with every moment that passes, and he tries to ignore it, concentrating instead on the warm metal between his lips. The seams of his slacks press against his cock at just the right angle, to the point where he doesn’t even need to grind against it—keeping his hips in place as he bobs his head.

His 'relationship' with Lieutenant Harper's been explicit since the third week of camp, ever since the man caught sight of [N]'s physical differences from the other recruits. He was a lot smaller than them, thinner, and far more feminine in his facial features. He stuck out like a sore thumb for most of his training. The Lieutenant wasn't shy to berate him for it either, forcing him to go harder, faster. It came to the point where he would personally train [N], making him run until he collapsed, pushing him to exhaustion just so that the man could get his rocks off by watching. The constant orders and commands left [N] frustrated at first, but after a while, he just did as he was told, like a sick pavlovian response. He’d jump off a cliff if the Lieutenant asked in the right tone.

It was a few days after [N] gave his best effort at running around the camp that Harper caught him in the barracks. He'd just finished bathing when the man walked into the empty showers without warning, eyes roaming over [N]'s lean body in the dim light, taking note of what the recruit was hiding beneath his uniform. A thin towel hung around his neck, and another hid his lower half from view. He stepped closer, and [N] didn't move away, by now, he’d known better than to do that. When the Lieutenant ordered him to drop to his knees and open his mouth, [N] compiled without hesitation. The man then began unbuckling his belt, his cock throbbing, a thick bead of pre-cum gathering at the tip, and sliding down towards [N]'s waiting lips. It was only after [N] felt seed stick to his skin did he realize what had happened.

Focusing on the present, [N] licks the barrel with his tongue once more, his cheeks burning as he does so, eyes sliding down to the Lieutenant's crotch, the dark fabric of his pants doing nothing to conceal what was hidden beneath it. The outline was so evident,, hardening even more as he lightly thrust his hips into the air, in sync with [N]'s sucking. The recruit gags, his head slightly as the warm metal meets the back of his throat again, this time a little roughened, but he doesn’t falter like before. His lips slide down, swallowing it deeper, moaning softly around it, the odd flavor of it invading his taste buds.

"Just a little more," Harper murmurs. "Then you'll have my cock instead."

[N] nods, opening wide and having his tongue caress the firearm once more before pulling back, leaving behind a trail of spit that dribbles from his bottom lip and down the side of the gun. His breath hitches and his dick aches between his legs, but he ignores it all, concentrating on pleasing his Lieutenant. Harper watches him in silence as he continues licking at the gun, taking it deep into his mouth and letting it rest on the back of his throat for a few moments, hollowing his cheeks before pulling back. With one final moan, he pulls back once more, taking another gulp of air and wiping the sweat off of his face with the bottom half of his shirt.

"Good boy," He says in a low voice, reaching over to unzip his pants. The older man pulls his cock free with an audible sound, revealing its length and thickness to [N]. It's impressive, thick and uncut, the tip glistening with precum that dribbled out onto his underwear. He sits still on his knees, waiting for Harper to take command. The Lieutenant stands from his chair, towering over [N] and placing a hand on his chin before forcing the recruit to look up at him, Harper then grabs hold of his dick in his fist, guiding it towards his lips. [N] groans as the head brushes against his mouth, wet from his own saliva.

"Don't get shy on me," He whispers. "A good slut like you can take it all in."

[N] licks his lips before taking the head of his Captain's dick between his lips, gently sucking it into his mouth. He starts slowly and deliberately, taking the first couple of inches into his mouth feeling his shaft get even harder under his touch. The Lieutenant moans lowly as the requiem's lips slide around his member, his lips pursed tight enough to have his cock loose circulation. Soon, the Lieutenant is pushing him further down, and [N]'s lips are pressed firmly against the base of his cock. Pretty eyes stare up at Harper, eyelashes fluttering with every bob of his head. The man lets him continue for a moment, stroking his head with one hand while the other begins rubbing [N]'s shoulder, his touch strangely soft and affectionate.

He pushes him further, fingers digging into his scalp as [N] takes in more than half of his dick in his mouth, the sensation of it invading his throat sending shivers down his spine.

"That's it, pretty boy, just take it all." He murmurs petting [N]'s cheek. [N] continues to suck slowly on the hard cock in front of him, feeling a slight throbbing sensation building in his balls that grows steadily. His body begins reacting without him thinking, he reaches up and grabs the base of the large shaft, tugging at it gently until he hears a low moan, eyes meeting his own with an expectant look. He pumps the Lieutenant's cock a few times, his cheeks burning as he tries to fit more in. Harper smirks as he takes a step back and pulls himself out a bit, the recruit gasping when the older man places the head of his dick at the bottom of the boy's lips, letting his precome lubricate the corner of his mouth as he slowly guides himself into [N]'s waiting lips again. It takes a moment before he pushes inside, the recruit choking slightly but continuing to accept the man's cock, allowing a new, rough rhythm to emerge from his sucking.

[N] is quickly pushed past the point of comfort. His head tilts back as Harper's large member slides further down his mouth, his throat muscles working in concert to keep the entire length within them. When Harper's hips finally start to move, [N] feels as though they're about to break his neck, the head of the man’s cock making repeated contact with the back of his throat. He knows better than to cry out, tears already beginning to form in his eyes. The only noise he can make is the muffled grunts and moans that come from deep in his chest. The ever-present cold in the room pickles their skin, traveling past the fabric of their clothing. Harper bites his lip, enjoying the way the recruit's head bobs up and down, his cheeks hollowing with each thrust, swallowing every inch of cock that he can fit into his mouth. His speed becomes almost inhuman, a soft whine leaving [N] as the tip of the Lieutenant's cock abuses the back of his throat, sending waves of pain through his body and causing a small amount of blood to trickle down the back of his throat. His cheeks are damp with tears, snot, and drool mingling together as he tries his best to breathe evenly through his nose—he swears he sees stars.

He bobs back and forth, swallowing Harper's entire shaft. With his eyes glazed over, [N] can do nothing but appreciate the feeling of new bruises forming on the back of his neck and back of his throat, his uvula numb to the Lieutenant's thrusting. Though a part of his brain screams for some type of release, he can’t find the strength to do anything but kneel pliantly.

For a beautiful moment, he forgets he's anything but Lieutenant Harper's fleshlight. He forgets who he is, or what he has been conditioned to do for the camp, his head empty as his body is used. His focus is on pleasing his Captain, on doing everything in his power to ensure the man comes. It doesn't matter how many times the =man forces him to gag or push his cock down his esophagus, he takes it all without complaint.

The Lieutenant’s thrusts were never smooth, but by now they’ve become bruisingly rough, and [N] knows he's about to cum. His hips inch as close as they can to the man’s boot, his head slams downward into his groin, taking the cock deeper with each passing moment. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as the tip hit the back of his throat, followed quickly by a loud moan.

He gags again, trying his best to ignore it, his nose filling up with warm liquid as the Lieutenant keeps pumping, milking him dry until the first shot hits his tongue and the next lands on the roof of his mouth. He tries not to think about it too much, his focus being on continuing to take everything he can. He swallows down the hot load as it spurts out of Lieutenant Harper’s dick, coating the back of his throat. It was salty and sour, something he couldn't help but taste. The sensation of his Captain filling him up with cum sends a shiver down his spine and his dick pulses painfully between his legs.

"That's it, pretty boy," His commander whispers, "swallow your Captain's seed."

[N]'s eyes flick upwards briefly, meeting the man's dark ones and seeing only lust and dominance behind them. He returns his attention to the task at hand, swallowing another large load of Harper's semen, and then sucking it off his shaft clean. Harper watches him intently, letting go of his hair so he can run a hand over [N]'s face, tracing his lips with the back of his knuckles. His fingertips are gentle, almost affectionate.

"Good boy," He murmurs, stroking his cheek tenderly. "I'll give you a treat later, don't worry."

The recruit nodes in response, suckling at the man’s tip.

His hand shakily reached for the Lieutenant's table, pushing himself to his feet and standing up from his knees. The room spins for a second, and the corners of his vision darken. Before he can trip over, Harper's strong arm catches him by the waist, supporting him. A hand rests gently on the small of his back, a warm breath against his neck as the older man continues to hold him close.

"Easy there," He murmurs, low voice reverberating through the recruit. "Can’t have you falling around like that."

[N] buries his head into the man's neck, burying his nose between his skin and the collar of his shirt. He breathes in deeply, smelling the faint hint of musk that still lingers within it. His cheeks are damp with sweat, eyes watering from his rough treatment.

"You alright?"

He nods slightly in response, not trusting his voice. The man gives a curt hum as he runs a hand down his cheek.

"Father..." [N] whines lightly, trying to keep his voice hushed though it feels far too loud in his own mind. In fact, he'd swear someone could hear what they were doing right outside these walls, even with the door firmly locked behind him.

But James doesn't seem bothered by any sort of sound pollution whatsoever, rocking his cock upward, eliciting another moan from [N]'s throat, only serving to excite the young man further. His nerves are stretched taut and exposed, his body craving more of everything - touch, taste, feel, smell; all of it. Everything but words, because they never did much for either of them anyway.

"Sshh, my lamb," the older man murmurs soothingly, thumb trailing over [N]'s cheekbone, down along his neck to his collar bone where his hand curls protectively around it. "I've got you." He pauses, sucking on the shell of [N]'s earlobe tenderly and moaning.

"What if people hear," [N] whispers, unable to turn and meet the priest's eyes, afraid that if he does, he'll lose himself completely. Instead, he focuses wholly on the throbbing pulse hidden inside his walls, or the shallow hitch of the man's breathing across his shoulder. He tenses and untenses around the older man's shaft, and it's painfully obvious he's enjoying it, every inch of [N] tightening around the thick flesh, making him groan hotly, burying his nose in [N]'s neck, inhaling sharply. "What if they see?" he adds, desperate to ask, but unsure how.

James hums lowly, nipping the side of [N]'s jaw and squeezing his hip tighter against him, "We won't let anyone know," he promises quietly. His fingers curl, digging into [N]'s skin to hold him still as he fucks him steadily, dragging out slow, shallow strokes that tease and push, enticing [N] higher and higher towards release.

His nails scrape lightly against [N]'s skin, leaving indents that only serve to drive [N] wilder. The heat building inside of [N] reaches unbearable levels, and he leans heavily into James' embrace, shuddering faintly as his orgasm begins to boil inside of him, beginning with the quickening beat of his heart and blossoming outward, curling its way up his spine and spilling forth from his mouth.

It's a quiet cry, barely audible through clenched teeth, but the pleasure proves to be too much. An open-mouthed, trembling sound of need escapes his throat and makes his muscles tighten impossibly more, sending tremors of bliss rolling through his frame. Every nerve ending is alive with sensation, every movement of James' long slender fingers pleasurable, and the deep rumblings vibrating in his stomach only heighten the intensity of it all.

[N] trembles, weak-kneed and panting, straining his neck forward, offering his lips to James. The priest kisses him, his hand beginning to steadily jerk the young man's previously ignored cock, the added motion speeding the climax. It erupts hotly in a few seconds, filling the confessional, and prompting [N] to press his hands over his mouth, muffling his cries of satisfaction. A hot flush spreads over him and his knees buckle, knocking his legs together and forcing him flat upon the floorboards beneath them, moaning breathlessly and hunching over, resting his forehead on the cool wooden panel that separates them from the other room, letting his hips rise and fall lazily with each labored breath.

After several minutes, [N] finally relaxes, snuggling close to James and sighing contentedly.

"You're still so hard," he manages to whisper, feeling the older man's cock pulse inside him, not quite wanting it to leave, enjoying the feeling of James so deep inside him.

With a grin, James caresses [N]'s bare thighs. The younger man is bare before him, his clothing neatly under the bench, while James sweats underneath his cassock, the hem of the long garment pushed back, allowing his length to impale the young man. "Just you sitting on my cock is enough, my child," the older man replies softly, smiling down at [N] and pressing his lips to the younger man's. Their tongues dance together as they kiss, sloppily at first but soon becoming rougher, hungrier; loving, and passionate.

The sound of the confessional next to them opening interrupts their kiss. They both freeze, startled, looking over at the entrance, and listening closely. With a gasp, [N] goes to lift himself off of James' lap, only to be met the priest's arm bringing him down, his other hand covering the young man's mouth.

Their heartbeats echo throughout the booth, not even accompanied by their breaths, [N] biting his lip nervously as he tries desperately to stop his heartbeat from beating wildly and betraying him to whoever may have entered the confessional. After a moment of silence, James removes his hand from the other's mouth, turning to look at the wall separating him from his neighbor. For just a split second, [N] sees a panic flash in the older man's eyes, but it fades quickly; replaced by determination and resolve.

"Do not worry about me, my pet," he murmurs softly, running his fingertips across [N]'s cheekbones before cupping his chin gently, tilting his head back toward him. "Let's continue with discretion, yes? If we move very quietly, perhaps you will even be able to help finish me off."

[N] swallows audibly, nodding wordlessly at the suggestion. This had better work, he thinks frantically. Otherwise, God only knows how many parishioners might find out what happened here...

He lifts his hips and James sighs, his forehead laying in the crook of his neck and shoulders, whispering softly into his ear, "If I promise to reward your obedience, will you obey, my sweet?" James asks in a deep sultry tone.

[N] hesitates for just a moment longer, but it isn't fear that holds him back anymore; it's excitement. He nods once, determinedly and without reservation. And thus, with a gentle shift of weight to lower himself, [N] rocks against James, easing his tip back into his welcoming warmth; meeting him halfway so that when he lowers himself fully he doesn't bottom out immediately; gliding back and forth across the full length of his member until it finds purchase inside the older man, sliding easily past his prostate and settling in place. There's a brief pause, and James chuckles softly, shifting just a bit to angle his hips upward and take most of [N]'s weight upon his erection.

The priest softly ruts against him possessively, gritting his teeth as he moves, moving slowly as possible, knowing that it wouldn't go unnoticed for long should they make any noise. But neither cares. The simple act of being buried so intimately against each other fills them both with desire, leaving them consumed by animalistic instincts; primal urges bubbling up in their chests that cannot be denied or suppressed. The mere thought of anyone finding them here sends him into a frenzy, which causes him to rock harder than he'd intended to, jerking slightly against him; eliciting a soft gasp from the younger male.

"Sorry," James pants, kissing [N]'s shoulder and stroking his hair soothingly as he works his hips. "I'm sorry...don't stop." His fingers slide down [N]'s face, tracing the curve of his neck as they travel downward, and then wrap around his waist, pulling him closer. "Don't stop..." he repeats huskily, licking [N]'s neck suggestively before nibbling on the sensitive spot behind his ear. "Please don't stop..."

A small whimper slips free of [N]'s chest and James moans deeply at the sound, humping upwards inside him, grinding their pelvises together roughly, relishing the tightness he feels within [N]'s channel gripping him tightly.

The confessional beside them creeks open once more, but now, it's clear that the person is intent on coming in. Dread rises within [N], his breath catching in his throat and causing a tremor to roll through his core; reminding him all too vividly of why they were doing this in the first place.

"Forgive me, Father," a voice rasps in the booth beside them, "For I have sinned."

[N] can hear James gulp behind him, and feel the older man's heartbeat against his back. He bites his lip again, trying to keep his own heart rate steady, though he doesn't manage it all too well. It's easy to forget about such things when you've been swept away by the sensations coursing through your body, but the knowledge of who was approaching them brought everything back into focus.

"What sins do you confess to me?" James asks calmly, moving his hands to rest on the young man's sides.

There's a long pause, during which [N] tries vainly to remain calm even though his brain has completely short-circuited. Finally, the voice answers.

"Well, last week I got caught up in some trouble with some friends," the speaker says slowly, obviously nervous. "And uhm- -well, um-"

James nods, clearly listening, yet his cock pulsates deep inside [N], making the other male squirm uncomfortably beneath him. "Go ahead," the older man encourages after a couple of minutes, rubbing circles along [N]'s thigh. "Tell me what happened."

"We, we were just trying to have fun, and went into this abandoned building, uh..." They pause, as if gathering their courage, then continue on hesitantly, "... and there weren't any lights. We didn't really think anything would happen. It seemed like nothing bad could come out of it, right? Just fooling around."

James hums softly, continuing to run his palms up and down the young man's back absently as he listens attentively.

"But we started messing about anyway," they continue, sounding embarrassed, "and vandalized a bunch of things.. and broke a lot of stuff because it was empty."

The confessioner sound hesitant, unsure, and James merely strokes [N]'s back reassuringly, encouragingly. Slowly, he ruts his hips upward into [N], rocking his member just enough that the heat between them becomes evident.

"And the authorities got involved, and we ran," the anonymous person finishes. "It's not the full story, I don't know what anyone would think if it was the full story... but I just.. need to tell someone. Please forgive us, forgive me.."

"My child, please," James whispers quietly into [N]'s ear, yet loud enough to be picked up from the , rolling his hips faster against him. "Your guilt is only proof that you lack sins." His eyes droop, licking his lips as he hears [N] begin to pant, pleasure beginning to build within them both as he humps against [N] softly, unable to resist pushing harder against the younger male's constricting walls. "God forgives those who are repentant," he mutters lowly, kissing [N]'s temple tenderly. "Are you repentant?" He asks in return, his words spoken almost reverentially. "Have you truly repented?" He growls hotly as he begins to rut into [N] harder, needing something, demanding more satisfaction. He needs the boy beneath him to moan with blissful abandon and let go of all inhibitions and worries. To give in to the pure sensation. He wants [N] to be filled with ecstasy and lose himself in their connection so badly he aches for it, begging silently for forgiveness.

"... Father, are you okay? You're breathing hard." The voice on the other side notes, quiet, like they want to take the comment back. Instead of fear, hot arousal fills [N] as he hears the priest's arousal be noted. When he looks up, he catches sight of James' eyes burning into him intently, unblinking and focused solely upon him as the older man thrusts steadily. Pride fills him because it's him who's making James react like this, lose his self-control.

His vision blurring with pleasure, "Y-Yes..."James whimpers softly and kisses [N] fiercely, softly moaning into his mouth as he continues to grind against him with increasing urgency.

"Are you sure..?"

[N] rubs the head of his cock, his thumb grazing his slit and rubbing lightly over it. He gasps softly, pressing his thighs tighter together around his shaft, the friction of his hand sending shivers throughout his entire frame. His breathing quickens further still as he does this, the slow movements of his hips causing his erection to swell impossibly larger within his trousers. With shaky breaths, he keeps rubbing, wanting to prolong the feeling just a little while longer, hoping to delay the release. James nods at the confessioners question, forgetting for a second that he can't be seen.

"Y-yes, my child, everything is perfect," he licks his lips, watching [N] pleasure himself, "it's perfect..." His grip tightens briefly upon his hip as he watches [N] squeeze his sac, tugging at his testicles with delicate motions of his fist. A pleased smile forms on James' lips at the sight; knowing exactly what he's going to do next.

[N] groans low, arching his spine forward slightly as his palm slides across his slicken flesh.

"O-oh God..." He breathes hoarsely, biting his lip as he rolls his sac teasingly between his fingers, coaxing another moan from deep within him. His hips shake gently, matching the rhythm of his motion to the pressure of his hands upon his dick as it teases and taunts him with its touch.

"Father..?" the voice sounds concerned, and [N] glances towards the doorway, surprised that the person hasn't left already. Hesitant curiosity warms his cheeks faintly as he returns his attention to his pleasure, squeezing around the priest's thick member until he moans, a harsh sound escaping his mouth that makes him blush furiously.