Confessions of sin: part 1

Summer 19801

Victor Paten vehemently cursed the couple who were flirting and giggling in front of him, while silently encouraging them to take a further step in their love relationship. Well, at least that’s what Victor believed their relationship was. 2

“Come on, Father Brendon. Make a move, horny old man.” Victor glared through the checkered wooden window of the confession chamber. The confession chamber had two windows, one that showed out into the penance room and the other to the balcony area outside. Father Brendon and Sister Nora were standing in the balcony. Victor looked in despair as the old man flirted like a teenager and Sister Nora giggled like a school girl. They had been doing this for almost an hour now. The most they had done was a brief touch of hands. Victor wanted to catch them in a compromising act. 3

He hated the old fashioned catholic school and the strict moralistic values it was based on. He believed the school’s rules were too harsh and unnatural. If he could catch the promoters of such harsh rules like Sister Nora and Father Brendon doing something that was prohibited by religion he could expose them as hypocrites. Somehow, he felt he would win if he could expose them. 4

Victor had come to the strict English catholic boarding school only two months ago, when his parents couldn’t take him with them on the UNICEF’s vaccination program to Africa. He had hated the rules of the school the first day he was informed of them. He hated the constant prayers and the feeling of being completely subjugated to somebody in the name of religion. 5

The problem was, he wasn’t a religious person to begin with. This caused major problems as he always debated with his teachers on their religious views and skipped morning prayers on a usual basis. Thankfully because of his parents’ huge donations to the school, father Brendon had not treated him as harshly as he treats other students with discipline problems. Instead he had to spend half the day in the penance room, without food to repent on his heretical actions and beliefs and pray to god for forgiveness. 6

However, instead of doing that, Victor found a new way of creating mischief by pretending to be Father Brendon in the confession chamber when he was not in it. Father Brendon had a usual scheduled break from 1-3pm every day to have lunch and flirt with Sister Nora. 7

“Father Brendon?” A hesitant boy’s voice asked through the checkered outer panel to the penance room. 8

Victor didn’t take his eyes off what was happening on the other side of the confession chamber when he imitated Father Brendon’s voice perfectly and said “What brings you here today, my son?”9

“Father, I have to make a confession.” The boy sounded penitent. Of course you do, Victor thought to himself snidely.10

“Well, go on son.” He said when the boy hesitated.11

“I..I am having improper dreams father. I just don’t know how to make it stop.” He said with a repentant sigh.12

Victor rolled his eyes. Improper dreams, was it? Since when was dreaming a sin? He wasn’t sure dreaming wasn’t a sin but why should someone be punished for something they couldn’t even control? He thought. He replied with a touch of sarcasm that he couldn’t hide. “Don’t worry too much about that son. Young boys of your age usually have these kinds of dreams. It’s natural. It usually passes when you grow older.”13

“But..I don’t think my dreams are natural.” He said in a whisper.14

Victor’s eye brows rose at that. Suddenly watching the two adults held no appeal. Exactly what was the boy dreaming of anyway? And who was it? He looked out into the shady confines of the penance room and grinned broadly when he saw who it was. It was yummy boy. The class smarty pants who knew all the answers to the questions teachers asked. He was also the most gorgeous boy Victor had ever seen. He was tall for their sixteen years with a lean body of five feet ten inches height, golden blonde hair and baby blue eyes that almost looked violet. He also had the most delicious looking peachy skin and red lips that he thought should not belong to a man. Excited Victor leaned in close to see his beautiful face. He looked sad. 15

Suddenly a thought entered his head as he grinned impishly and asked slyly “So, how many boys’ cocks have you sucked in your dreams? Perhaps there was even more than one boy in your dreams?”16

The boy’s eye’s widened and his face blushed crimson. Victor almost hooted at that. Yummy boy actually dreamt of boys, he thought elatedly. He sputtered for a while before his face turned pale and his eyes narrowed at the checkered window. He said accusingly “You are not Father Brendon.”17

Victor came out of the confession chambers and leaned casually against the wall as he said “hey” in a nonchalant manner looking him over.18

The boy’s blush deepened when he saw him. He looked very embarrassed and angry. “You? How could you get into the confession chamber? Don’t you have any inkling of right and wrong?”19

“Hey. Don’t preach me right and wrong okay goodie boy.” He said moving closer to him until he was pressed against the wall near the door. 20

“Let’s not get too excited. I promise you I won’t let the others know you like to suck cock.” He said with a smirk.21

The boy’s face went white at that “I didn’t say that.” He said indignantly.22

Victor laughed at that as he drawled with a chuckle “No. You just dream of that. Did you see someone fucking you as well? First times are usually painful but it gets better. It can drive you crazy and you’ll be begging for more. Did you see that in your dream? Did you see you begging to be fucked in the arse?”23

Victor watched the play of emotions on the boy’s face as it went from shock to horror to gradual built up of anger. “What’s wrong with you?” He sputtered his face ruddy with anger as he shoved at his chest.24

Victor grinned broadly “I just think you are trying so hard to stay in that little closet. The secret is out, gorgeous.”25

“I don’t have any secrets. You are jumping to conclusions.” The boy said in a high voice.26

Victor smiled at him sympathetically. “Is that what you think? Let’s talk about the inappropriate dreams again shall we?”27

The boy glared at him furiously “You had no right to listen to my confession but someone with a morally screwed compass like you would never understand why it’s wrong. Just because your parents are rich you think you can behave anyway you like. So be it then. But, just leave me alone.”28

That angered Victor “Hey, I am not just some fucking rich boy having fun okay? If I had my choice I wouldn’t have come to this mad house. There’s no reason to get so upset about the truth.”29

“There is no truth here. Only your arrogant assumptions.” The boy punctuated with a slash of his wrists as he started leaving. 30

Victor stopped him and backed him up against the wall as he leaned in close enough to touch his forehead against the boy’s and looked into the panicky blue eyes. He was already breathing heavily. “Look here, beautiful. I understand you don’t want to face this. But admit it. You want boys more than girls. You don’t see dreams of boys on a regular basis unless it’s in your mind. You can lie to yourself all you want, but at the end of the day, it’s a man you want, isn’t it? Would you still continue the charade of having a wife and children in the future when you know that your heart is not in it?”31

“Having a wife and children right now is not my priority.” He said tersely.32

Victor kissed his cheek. The boy’s eyes widened at that as he shrugged past him and started walking away as if to escape the devil. Victor said with a deep chuckle “If you badly want to be fucked I wouldn’t mind doing it for you. You have a very pretty ass. By the way my name is Victor Paten.”33

He didn’t reply.34

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He confirmed the same day that the boy’s name Gawyn. The next few weeks Victor teased Gawyn mercilessly in public view, without anyone knowing what they were up to. At the breakfast table he made sure he was looking at him when he did a good imitation of sucking a cock with a banana. Gawyn had choked on his cereals the first time he saw it. In the afternoons when they were supposed to do cleaning, Victor made sure he was paired up with Gawyn. He would strip his shirt and walk around half naked in front of Gawyn. He had caught very discrete hungry glances from Gawyn but he knew Gawyn would never confess to ogling his body. As the days progressed Victor knew he was starting to actually torture him from the strained look on Gawyn’s face when they met. 36

A month or so later from the confession day, one morning, a dozen or so boys were waiting for their turns in the shower. Victor had just finished with his morning shower when he stepped out with only a towel around his torso. He looked at the queue and saw Gawyn waiting as usual in the line. The boy’s eyes met his and Victor grinned mischievously at him with the new knowledge he had. He imperceptibly caressed his taut nipples, closely maintaining eye contact with Gawyn to make sure he saw, as the other boys rushed about around them. Gawyn swallowed hard and he quickly averted his eyes to a point on the wall, his face flushed. Someone from the back tapped him on the shoulders and said “Hey Gawyn, it’s your turn.”37

The boy blushed profusely as he looked at Victor and Victor raised his eye brows pretending to take more time styling his hair so that he could see the boy take off his towel and step into the shower. Unfortunately for him, the empty shower booth was right in front of the mirror in which Victor was pretending to style his hair. As the showers did not have any doors and the curtains have been removed to be replaced with new ones, there was no way he could get in the shower without showing off his nudity to anyone who was bothered to watch. 38

“Um, Rick. You go first. I just remembered, I kept something in the room.” He said as he stepped out of the queue and started back to his room. 39

He came out again fifteen minutes later when the shower area had cleared. Victor watched him like a predator as Gawyn looked around carefully and went into the bathroom. He waited till the shower started running before he entered the bathroom and stood right before his shower cubicle. 40

“You sure have some assets to protect from other people’s eyes.” He mused as he looked at his youthful lean body. He looked appreciatively at the young, corded muscles on his chest, arms and stomach and the visible outline of the six packs on his abs. He grinned when he saw the taut round buttocks and said “the prettiest ass I have ever seen.”41

Gawyn looked at him mortified. “What are you doing here?”42

“Looking at you.” He said with a cheeky grin at him.43

“I didn’t give you permission.” Gawyn said anxiously trying to cover himself with his hands. 44

Victor stalked closer to him and he backed away from him, nervousness apparent in his eyes as Victor turned off the water. “Let’s make a bet shall we, Wyn?”45

“I don’t want any bet and my name is not Wyn.” He said, glaring at him. 46

Victor pouted at him “Gawyn just sounds too old. I like Wyn. If no one had ever called you that before, it’s better because I want to give you a special name.”47

Gawyn backed away looking warily at the towel that was haphazardly thrown on the bench a few feet away. 48

Victor sighed “You can back away from me and press yourself against the wall. It doesn’t matter. In the end I end up backing you into a corner, which is not good for you. I’ve had enough of innocent seduction with you. Take the bet and I will leave you if you are really a straight guy.”