Priests Gone Wild
Copyright© 2026 by Ring of Seed
Chapter 9: The Golden Gates
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9: The Golden Gates - A quiet ecumenical synod. Five older priests arrive expecting doctrinal debate. They leave leaking. A young liaison with a clipboard turns the gathering into a week-long competition of who can: take the most; hold the longest; beg the loudest; leak the least. Blindfolds, guessing games, holy items as plugs, arses presented like competing portals. They pout, sabotage, crowning themselves “biggest slut” while the twink narrator owns them all. No redemption. No moral comfort.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Consensual Reluctant Gay Fiction Group Sex Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
The closing Eucharist was still an hour away. Delegates moved through the corridors in twos and threes. Vestments rustled. Low voices murmured last-minute notes for the sermon. Sun had dipped low. Stained glass threw long red-gold bars across the chapter house floor. The air inside was already thicker. Wax from the morning candles lingered. Resinous closeness. Faint metallic bite of soot.
I had sent the message earlier. Simple. Private.
“Chapter house. Now. The gates open tonight.”
They arrived separately. Each pause at the threshold. Each glance around the room before stepping inside. Door latched behind the last one. Angus. Bible still under his arm. He set it on the altar ledge. Hands shook once. Then stilled.
I stood central. No clipboard. No keys. Just presence.
“Strip. Vestments on the altar. Kneel. Present eastward. Toward the light.”
They obeyed. Cassocks slid down shoulders. Shirts unbuttoned. Chest hair silvered in the dying sun. Arses presented in a loose semicircle. Knees on cold stone. Cheeks spread. Holes puffy. Slick from days of use and retention. Each man breathed shallow. Load shifted inside with every careful adjustment. Phantom fullness haunted the quiet.
I walked the line. Slow. Fingers traced each rim. Teased the pucker. Probed lightly. Felt the heat. The clench. The tremble.
Lionel spoke first. Voice low. Cracked.
“Open my gate widest. I held longest yesterday.”
Giovanni laughed. Soft. Filthy.
“Mine deserves the deepest anointing. Feel how ready it is.”
Sergei rumbled.
“My mercy portal stayed sealed. Reward your worthiest vessel.”
Malcolm’s voice small. Still raw from watching.
“I watched. I came untouched. Let me prove I’m worthy now.”
Angus whispered.
“Predestined for this filling. My election is here. Breed it.”
Jealous shade followed.
“You leaked first last night.”
“Your retention was weak.”
“You begged louder than you held.”
Giggles mixed with moans. Shifting weight made loads move. A faint wet sound when someone clenched too hard.
I stepped back. Looked at them. Five older men. Silvered. Furred. Kneeling. Arses up. Gates presented eastward. Waiting.
“Open them. All of you. For the final anointing.”
They reached back. Fingers spread cheeks wider. Holes winked. Slick. Ready.
I moved to Lionel first. Lined up. Pushed in raw. One long slide. Lionel gasped. Back arched. Hole stretched wide around me. Walls gripping. Hot. I bottomed out. Ground deep. Stirred. Kissed the back of his neck. Beard scraping skin. Thrusts came steady. Deep. Lionel moaned. Rocked back. Hole spasmed. Milked me.
While I fucked Lionel, the chain began.
Giovanni leaned to Malcolm. Tongue traced the cleft. Pressed flat against the tight ring. Malcolm whimpered. Legs parted wider. Giovanni speared deeper. Circles. Thrusts. Tongue fucking hungry. Expecting to dominate the shy one. Malcolm rocked back. Took it eagerly. Deeper than Giovanni anticipated. Giovanni moaned against the rim. Surprised. Malcolm whispered.
“You thought I was the weak one. Watch me take it all.”
Giovanni’s own cock leaked harder. Jealousy flipped to mutual hunger. He dove back in. Tongue spearing deeper. Malcolm pushed back. Took it all. Both men lost in the act. Both knowing this taste would linger long after the synod ended.
Across the circle Sergei leaned to Lionel. Took Lionel’s cock deep. Beard rasping. Tongue swirled. Lionel gripped Sergei’s mane. Thrust gently. They locked eyes. No words. Just the feeling. Thick. Paternal. Raw. Sergei pulled off once. Growled low.
“This isn’t the last time.”
Lionel nodded. Silent agreement. They would fuck again. Outside this room. Outside the synod.
Sergei sucked deeper. Lionel thrust. Both lost in it. Both knowing they’d seek each other after.
Angus slid fingers into Giovanni. One. Then two. Then three. Then four. Giovanni moaned. Pushed back. Angus added pressure. Stretched. Giovanni forgot himself. Angus forgot scripture. They lost names. Lost God’s name. Just fingers. Just heat. Just the need to rail this slut so hard Giovanni forgot who he was. Giovanni sobbed.
“More ... deeper...”
Angus growled.
“This was written.”
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