Will’s POV

Father Michael walked away, then stopped, the room window behind him. “Father Will, Father Baron. Come here.”

We knelt beside the window, our bodies slick with sweat and cum and the pain from the whipping still coursing through my body. 

My legs shook deliciously from everything he’d already taken from us. Father Michael stood above us, his shirt open and cock still half hard and glistening from being inside us both.  

He looked so fucking hot.

Father Michael looked down, his eyes dark with lust then reached out, fingers sliding through my hair, then Baron’s, pulling us closer until our faces were inches from his cock.

“Both of...