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He kept having relationship-related issues as time went by, a fact that was getting him more desperate little by little to the point that he did not really know what to do anymore. He had already tried everything he could possibly think of, from couple’s therapy to individual therapy and even hypnosis, but nothing was really working at the end and at some point of every single one of his relationships, everything would start to crumble under his feet. Therefore, he had to start over, once again, with another woman, which was not really difficult taking into account that he was an attractive and nice individual. However, what was really starting to worry him was the fact that none of those failed relationships really affected him; he was fine with losing those women. He just could not deal with not knowing why exactly every single one was failing. That's why he decided to try his last resource, the last option he could think of: the church. Maybe the only thing he really needed was a good prayer or a reality check or maybe for God to stand in front of him… or an exorcism. But he was a little bit scared and did not really trust that if he were to tell his story to a priest, said priest would not tell someone else. Every single time he walked near the sacred building, he would end up backing up before even getting a foot inside. Mingi was getting really tired of himself. However, that Monday, because it had to be the worst day of the week, Mingi was caught by the rain while running some errands and he got no other choice but to get inside so as not to end up soaking wet. And he had not even started his errands, great, amazing, best day ever. At that rate, he would end up leaving them undone for another more week, and it had already been like that for at least a month, but so be it. At least he had ended up entering the sacred place by his own will, even though he did not really have that much of a choice if we are being honest. He wished the sky had stayed clear, because as soon as his eyes saw the figures that were all around the building, covering the walls and all those images from the Pentecost he started to feel shivers down his spine. They were probably the only thing he could really feel at that moment. His steps resounded on the wooden floor, with a pleasant sound, which at that time did not really help since he was too anxious about the whole situation. It was an old floor, full of marks everywhere, even wholes that revealed the stone the building was built with. And since he was against stepping on the carpet that went through the main corridor of the church, he had no other choice but to keep walking along the wood flooring. Mingi did not know if stepping on the carpet was something wrong or not, but he was not risking anything. Maybe it was his own ick, but definitely, he would rather hear his own steps than to make a mistake. Priorities, weird ones, but his. Maybe it was that noise what alerted one of the priests who were in charge of that church. They were two, actually, both pretty young, and of course handsome, the kind of people you would never think of when thinking about religious matters. Yet there he was, Father Park, who preferred to be called Seonghwa, with his clerical collar and that bright smile that always looked out of place somehow, as if it was hiding something behind. However Mingi never gave that fact too much attention, a huge mistake he would discover sooner or latter. He felt like that man was scrutinizing him, like his gaze was going through his body while he was looking at him peeking from the sacristy, which was on the right side of the altar. It made him feel uneasy, even more anxious, but Mingi kept walking towards one of the first row benches anyway. He was already there so he could not really do anything else, right? Once standing in front of the altar, he did the sign of the cross, up, down, left, right, in the name of the Father, and of the son, and the Holy Spirit, and after a slight nod and a little knee flexion, he finally sat down on the bench. He had spent enough time with his grandmother not to know the correct way of greeting those kind of sacred places. He left out a sigh, enjoying finally being able to sit down even though those benches were not the most comfortable ones. Father Park saw that as a sign to finally approach Mingi, and after asking for permission, he sat down by his side, leaving some space between them. “Good afternoon, sir, looking for shelter in the house of the Lord?” Mingi wanted to roll his eyes, because even knowing that was normal, for Father Park to talk to him that did not mean he wanted to talk, to keep a conversation with the man. However, being rude was not an option, not there, therefore he chose to give his nicest answer possible. “Yeah… Something like that. Weather has been crazy these days.” He said, though he could have just said yes. He felt the need to fill the silence, maybe that way he would be able to feel a little bit less anxious about his problem. “That’s good, really nice to hear. Our church will always offer shelter for whoever needs it, no matter the circumstances.” The way Father Park talked was… Weird, his tone. It did not sound like Father Jeong, always nicer, softer and sweet when he spoke. Father Park was rude, even while saying something nice, as if his words were not really honest. He was someone difficult to read, you never knew what he was really thinking. But maybe that was just Mingi’s perception since he did not visit the church a whole lot. He would probably think about that later. “I’ll take that into account.” He said, without giving it too much thought. He did not know if Father Park’s words had a hidden meaning, and he did not know either if it meant something when the man touched his thigh and gave it a few pats. Of course, he moved away, Mingi was not a big fan of non-desired physical touch, much less coming from a stranger. “Oh, sorry.” Said Father Park, noticing the way Mingi had moved away, but using that opportunity to say what he really was meaning to ask. “Why have you come here, mister…?” “Song, Song Mingi. But Mingi is ok.” Or that was what he interpreted by the left in the air question. “I guess I’m here because I’m looking for help, but I’m not really sure about… well, anything.” His words caused a wide smile on Father’s Park cheeks, and then he stood up from the bench again to invite him to follow him into the sacristy. The man didn’t need to speak for Mingi to understand what he wanted, and he also didn’t think anything special about that, hence more sooner than later they found themselves sitting inside the room, opposite to each other by the small wooden table. The room was silent, or at least it was for the few first minutes they were there, while Seonghwa seemed to be checking some receipts that were laying on the table. If Mingi had to describe those minutes he would have said they were uncomfortable, and that he wanted to run away, so he ended up clearing his throat in order to break that silence, hoping the other man would get the hint. He had already said enough, and did not really know from where to start his explanation, what his problem was. He did not want to break the ice either. “Well. Tell me then, Mingi. What’s that that’s worrying you?” Father Park had gotten the hint, something that relaxed Mingi at least a little bit. “Lately I’ve been having some issues regarding my romantic relationships.” He said, trying to find the best way to put it without sounding like a crazy person. “I don’t really know what’s happening, what the issue is. Everything goes fine at the start, but then the spark just disappears. And of course, I’m unable to get it back, not even… Not even in bed.” He might have gone overboard with that information, but that man was a man of God, nothing could go wrong, he thought. Father Park stayed quiet for a while, apparently thinking about it, as if he was able to give him the solution he needed with that little information Mingi had given him. Meanwhile Mingi started to feel something crawling his leg, but being accustomed to feeling ticking from time to time he did not think much about it. In addition, he did not want to alarm the man in front of him. However, as that silence kept on going since Father Park was not talking anymore, that crawling on his leg was starting to get on his nerves. But just as he was about to check that there was nothing really crawling –it was an ancient church, there could be cockroaches or something like that– Father Jeong, Yunho, entered the room and looked at them only for that crawling to finally stop. “Sorry for the interruption…” That man, who was taller than Father Park, even taller than Mingi, despite his kindness and the way he treated everybody, had always been perceived as someone shy, “But we have something to deal with, Father Park.” He reminded, words that got the man to get up from the chair and Mingi to do the same as a chain reaction. “What a pity, young Mingi. But if you are still in need of help come back tomorrow, same time as today, and both of us will undoubtedly give you the help you need.” Not knowing what to say, poor Mingi just gave them a nod, and knowing he had nothing else to do there he just went back home. However, he did notice, while he was passing by him, that Father Jeong had his hands chained together by what appeared to be rings with chains. How did he no notice it before? Could it possibly be some kind of penance? Whatever it was, it did not really matter that much. Luckily, it had finally stopped raining so the walk back home was a pretty nice one. He didn’t want to leave the priest hanging, much less of leaving his problem unresolved, which was why he got into the church on time, but on that new occasion he went directly to the sacristy, where he expected to find the shorter priest. However, the one he actually encountered was the tall one, who was avoiding his gaze, sitting, shrunken as if trying to become smaller in that seat. He gave him a nod as greeting, and explained briefly that Father Park had to refill the cruets for next morning’s ceremony, but that he could sit and wait for him in the meantime. And that was all they talked about, that little explanation and another nod. Without a doubt that man, although kind, was the shyest person he had encountered in a long time, thought Mingi. He would even dare to say that he was not meant for the job he had if he found all of those difficulties when talking to people. But who was he to judge, right? So he just left the minutes pass looking around the room. At least in that occasion he had the chance to check everything there. There were the figures that were not outside decorating the hallways of the church, there were also vases with artificial plants, candles, a large piece of furniture with cabinets that occupied an entire wall and that they used as a table, and a couple more cabinets on the adjacent and opposite walls. That was, on both walls that were near the door. And on the remaining wall, there was what appeared to be a window covered by yet another closet. The definitely would not have storage problems, no one could doubt that. While he was thinking about that Father Park, the man of the day, made his appearance, with that bright and cocky smile of his. “Oh, how punctual and obedient, just how I like them”, seemed to be heard from somewhere, although Mingi could swear he had only heard the first words from Father Park’s mouth. “Please, make yourself at home, don’t be scared.” Just as Father Park indicated, Mingi went back to the same chair he had used the day before. Same wood table, same pencils, same pens, same receipts. Nothing new yet he felt something different lingering in the air. “As you can see, Father Jeong is here with us today. But don’t worry about him; everything we say between these four walls will not leave them. It will be confessional secret. I just don’t like the confessional.” Mingi had no reason to doubt his words, so he just shrugged and looked at them. Yunho gave him a nod just to assure him that Seonghwa’s words were true. Or at least that is what Mingi interpreted from his actions. Although the fact that Father Jeong got up to close the door and then went back to the same place he was sitting before gave him a bad feeling. He did it for privacy reasons, right? Confessional secret. Mingi felt Father Seonghwa’s hand caressing his cheek while looking at the door, an action that gave him chills. That did not sound like something a priest would do normally, and of course not in a place like that. “Tell me, Mingi, what did you say is happening to you?” Said the man, while his hand felt too warm against Mingi’s skin. “Something about relationships, right?” Once again that day, Mingi nodded, looking at Seonghwa without really understanding what was happening there. Was that maybe a technique he did not know, because he was never at the church? He had no clue, but asking could paint him as a bad believer, which he was. “Yeah, about that. As I said yesterday, at the beginning everything works just right. But as everything becomes closer and more intimate I just… Cannot get involved. I distance myself.” Mingi explained, getting more into detail than last time, while his eyes started to close from the way father Seonghwa kept on caressing his cheek. Was he under some kind of spell? “And then, like that, we break up.” “Well, well, well… That sounds awful, my poor little lost sheep.” Father Park looked pleased by the reactions Mingi was giving to his actions. He looked at the other priest and smiled at him, Seonghwa wanted Yunho to look at them. “Keep your eyes closed, please, and imagine that I’m a gorgeous woman, with nice hips, long luscious hair, and a good pair of breast…” Father Park started to describe that imaginary woman while he himself started to become said woman since Mingi would not be able to see him. Seonghwa grabbed one of the other man’s hand and began to walk it through every part of the body he was describing, wondering what kind of reaction would have Mingi. And he was… Shocked. He was not aware of the fact that his imagination had that kind of power, that it was capable of making him feel those female shapes on Father Park’s body. Those were some strange moments, to be honest. However, everything felt just as it did with his ex-girlfriends. “And now, Mingi, imagine that I’m just me, with less hips, shorter hair, smaller breasts, mi jaw, my eyes…” Seonghwa started again, going back to his original shape under the attentive gaze of Yunho, who did not look surprised at all and even maintained the same expression he always had. Oh but Seonghwa suddenly got a much better idea. Once again directing Mingi’s hands through is body, Father Park continued talking. “Imagine me with two huge horns coming out of my forehead, big fangs made to tear your flesh without mercy, a long tail, claws…” The description kept on going, getting more grotesque every second, but Seonghwa did get a new reaction from Mingi. He was scared, of course, but he also started to feel some king of heat, because once again his imagination was being too real. He definitely could not believe his mind had that kind of power and he could not deal with that image, so he ended up opening his eyes again, only to find out that the monster was very real and was in front of him. And it was worse than what he had imagined. But surprisingly that heat he was feeling inside his belly had not disappeared after the revelation and it could only mean one thing. Taking into account that the heat had started with the second description, the male one, he realised that maybe his problem was that he was attracted to men. And to… Monsters? Or demons. That was an atrocity, he could not recognize himself, and being aware of the fact that he could not get rid of Seonghwa’s grip, he looked at Father Jeong. He wanted to scream with relief when Yunho approached the door again, thinking that he would just open it again. However, he did something else Mingi was not really able to catch, and then he approached them. Yunho’s expression had remained unchanged, and it remained the same as he took his face and caressed his cheeks with both hands. Mingi noticed those rings with the chains again, and how those chains that kept the priest’s hands together where pressing against his skin. It burnt. “Father Jeong… Father Jeong I don’t understand what’s happening.” His desperate gaze moved something inside the tallest of the three, but it was not what Mingi had expected. That scared expression Yunho had turned into a smile, a wide one, just like Seonghwa’s ones. And of course, that smile gave him the same exact reaction, there was something fishing going on. “Oh, poor Mingi… What do you want to understand? That I’m the one responsible for bringing this gorgeous creature into our church?” He said, as if he were just talking about the weather, without emotion, with disinterest. “Or is that about not understanding what’s happening to you? Because if that’s the case I think it’s very clear. You’re enjoying this.” Yunho let go of Mingi’s face and got rid of the rings to leave a few caresses on the face of the demon that had previously been Father Park and gave him a brief kiss on the lips, followed by a few pats on his head and a sweet “good boy”. Mingi then realized that everything he had believed to be true until that moment was a complete lie; Father Jeong was not how he had thought he was. He tricked him. But he also felt that he had actually discovered something that he might have preferred not to discover about himself. He got finally released, because Yunho had wrapped his arms around the demon in a hug, which seemed desperate for attention. A priest with his own… pet? Demon. No one would ever believe him. “Now, my dear Mingi, you have two options. We’ve sealed that door, but if you want to stop here we will open it again so that you can leave and never come back.” He made a gesture towards said door with one of his hands to accompany his words. He continued. “On the other hand, if you want to really explore and get a better understanding of what’s happening to you… Don’t move, stay just were you are right now.” What did he want? That was a really good question. During those minutes he had felt more than he had ever experienced, and even being scared he had felt more comfortable with the demon’s touch than he had ever have with any of his ex-partners. Mingi took a deep breath, look at the door and then at the other two. That was wrong, more than wrong, but if that was the case, why did he want it? They must have done something to him he did not realized. “You’re like an open book” Seonghwa’s voice sounded different, but it was still the same. It was weird. “We haven’t done anything to you, if that’s something that worries you.” That demon was smart, too smart. Or maybe he was just that easy to read. Perhaps… That was not a bad idea in the end, and it would happen just once, right? Just once. He gulped before answering, to buy himself some seconds in case he wanted to back down. “Ok. I want to do it, I want to explore what’s happening to me.” That seem to be the answer the other two men were waiting for, the smile gave them away, and they told him to get up, something he could no longer refuse. He did not know if it was because they were both really imposing, or because of the authority, they had, but he felt the uncontrollable desire to comply with everything they asked him. He was going crazy, and he became more aware of it when he felt how Father Jeong placed those rings on his fingers, thus restricting the movement of his hands. “You’ll need them, my dear Mingi, so that your hands star together while you pray” He said in a funny tone, as if he was making fun of him. When Yunho did not seem scared, the man was undoubtedly someone completely different. Had it always been that way? He then felt Yunho take his hands and place them behind his back, forcing him to hug the man. He could have walked away since those rings were nothing more than that, rings connected by chains, but maybe he liked the kind of game they were playing more than he thought he would. “Should I call you a good boy too?” Said Father Jeong then, while placing one of his fingers under Mingi’s chin in order for him to look at Yunho. “But maybe someone might get a little bit jealous about it.” Before Mingi, who at that point was already trapped between the two bodies somehow sandwiched between them, could answer, he felt a bite behind his back, at his hairline, which could not have belonged to anyone other than the one who moments ago had been Father Park, Seonghwa. He did not know how to interpret the gesture, however he discovered how to do it with the kisses that followed the bite. It did not take long for the words to disappear from that room while the caresses began to become more and more numerous, more overwhelming, and it did not take too long for the kisses to make an appearance either. Mingi, who no longer knew who each pair of hands belonged to, could only recognized that his mind felt increasingly clouded by the pleasure he was feeling due to what they were doing to him. Sounds of pure pleasure started to scape his lips. He was getting more and more carried away by the pleasure that the priest and the demon where giving him, was that perhaps why Eve had eaten the apple? Was that how it felt? Because he was able to understand it perfectly now, he would have taken it too, although in his case what took over his mouth was one of Yunho’s long fingers. But it did not stop there, because a second one joined soon after the first to be able to play comfortably with his tongue. Mingi found himself again not knowing how to feel, he did not recognize himself enjoying that. Nor did he recognize himself when he got not surprised by something slipping into his pants, something that he was not able to see but recognized immediately it was not a hand of either of them since Father Jeong’s hands were very busy as well as the demon ones, which were freeing him from his pants and underwear. But it did not take long for him to know what it was when he felt its caresses near his entrance. He had never encountered a demon before as long as he was aware, but he certainly found it handy that they could use their tails that way. His body, by that point, was acting without him giving it orders, overwhelmed by the attention it was receiving. He had never had an encounter like that, not even remotely close, and yet after the initial shock he felt no fear at all. Not even when the tip of that tail began entering his anus. Instead, his hands went from hugging Father Jeong to settling behind the demon’s neck with just a simple movement of his arms. “It seems like someone really is a good boy…” The demon growled, feeling how his face was being forced to star glued to Mingi’s skin. Why was he not feeling offended by those words? Why was Mingi feeling flattered by them? Why was he looking for them to repeat them? He had never been like that before. Although he felt free, so much that he even allowed himself to laugh a little bit, an action that Yunho did not seem to like very much as he slipped his fingers deeper into Mingi’s mouth. He felt a retch that was enough warning for those fingers to return to their previous position. Each time he felt the demon’s tail go deeper and deeper inside him, but any sound he might have wanted to make was being interrupted by Yunho. Although none of them needed confirmation of Mingi’s pleasure when his back arched more and more each time, wanted the tail to reach his sweet spot. But those did not seem to be the demon’s plans since Seonghwa removed that appendage from the human insides. Only to reintroduce it, on that second occasion accompanied by his dick. While the tail had created a good path, and had served as semi-preparation, nothing had prepared Mingi for what it would be like to feel both things inside. He felt himself break only to put himself back together again in what felt like an explosion behind his eyes, especially when Yunho, to help with the task, directed the hand with which he was caressing him to his cock. Mingi felt overstimulated; as if his brains were being fucked, that was an experience he would never be able to match. He felt fulfilled, partly also due to the effects caused by an encounter with a demon like Seonghwa. Just because they had not forced him did not mean that they did not have their tricks during the act, and both Yunho and Seonghwa liked too much the idea of being able to have someone like Mingi for a long time. If he were to be properly taught, he could become the perfect companion for them. Mingi was not aware of how many times he reached his climax, even on one occasion he had no need for the father to touch him, he came with only the back and forth of the tireless demon, with the way he was hitting that sweet spot over and over again. He was going crazy with the amount of pleasure he was feeling, and it was not until he could take it anymore because his legs could not resist anymore that he begged with his hands, those that were still connected by the rings, to please stop it. Just as both Yunho and Seonghwa said at the beginning they would not be the ones to keep him from leaving, because they knew perfectly well that he would return sooner or later, so they made sure to take care of the man and they allowed him to recover before letting him go back home. They knew Mingi would come back.