This Tweek can do. Maybe he can get him to come down his throat and then he won’t have to be spread apart like that again. He drops to his knees before Craig and runs his fingers up his thighs.
His fingers tremble but through sheer determination, he’s able to get the pastor’s belt and jeans undone. Without the belt holding them up, the jeans slide down easily. Underneath the pastor is wearing simple black briefs. Shakily Tweek lowers these too and can’t help but utter an “oh, God,” at the sight.
He needs a moment to just stare dumbly. It’s fucking huge. When Tweek looks up at Craig, he smirks back down at him.
“What’s the matter, my child?” His tone drips with sadistic glee. “Nothing to say?”
Tweek doesn't have any words, but he's not defeated. This is his area of expertise. He’s not intimidated for the sake of his throat. This isn't the first time someone’s slapped his cheek with their cock, nor the first time someone’s thrust down his throat right off the bat. He doesn’t even flinch, let alone gag.
Once he’s fully engulfed in the depths of Tweek’s throat, Tweek looks up at the pastor and moans desperately. He sucks him even deeper, so that his nose presses into his pubic bone, and continues putting on a show of his delighted moans.
“You fucking—” Tweek cuts him by jamming his tongue into the juncture between his balls. He swallows around his cock over and over and sucks one into his mouth. Craig exhales sharply and his stomach muscles tense up. Tweek runs his fingers up Craig's abdomen, up his coarse stomach hair and flinching muscles, urging him to relax, but then releases him, takes the other in his mouth instead. He knows how to get him to come fast. Tweek's got this.
He begins fucking his own throat on Craig's cock, whining in delight at the burn, at the way Craig can't suppress his groans. The pastor's legs start to buckle and he drags Tweek by the hair to the chair he'd torn Tweek from earlier. He sits and starts fucking Tweek's face in earnest as Tweek moans and makes debauched sounds around his cock. He kneads Craig's balls with one hand and touches his own cock with the other, looking up at Craig with his widest, most innocent eyes. Craig can barely keep his eyes open. Tweek might just be saved.
He's close, so close, and then— "That's— that's enough." Craig pulls him off his cock roughly by the hair. He's panting so heavily. Tweek almost had him, he knows he did. His disappointment must read on his face. Even through his labored breaths, Craig laughs as he looks down at Tweek, strokes his hair like a beloved naughty pet, and coos, "Oh, did you think I'd forget about your punishment?"
Craig lifts him by the waist and pulls him down in his lap, facing him. This is way too fucking intimate. Tweek kept thinking he could get out of it, or at worst that it would be from behind, humiliating but impersonal. Instead he's on his knees straddling Craig's lap in this chair. When Craig strokes his sides, he realizes he's trembling.
“Come on. Ride my cock," Craig urges, nuzzling into his cheek. "See how much you can take.”
Tweek is frozen, but when the pastor slaps his sore ass, he yelps and springs to action. He grips that big cock at the base, sniveling pathetically, and positions himself over it, tip barely grazing his entrance. Steadying himself with one hand on the back of the chair, he begins lowering himself down upon it. The stretch is way too much at once, and he tenses up and cries out.
“Slow down, you greedy whore. Obviously you can’t take it,” Craig spits out through gritted teeth. “You dumb fucking slut.” Tweek cries at the insults as much as the pain. And it really stings.
“Breathe and push out against me. Don’t even know how to take a cock. Is there anything you're good at?” His hips pulse up, eliciting pathetic little whimpers from Tweek.
“Sucking dick, obviously,” Tweek grits out, trying to relax for Craig's cock. As he exhales, he lowers himself down a little more and winces.
“A party trick. Good for you. You'd be a terrible whore." Tweek bites his lip and cries out when Craig grabs him roughly by the hips and shoves himself up inside him.
“Is that who you practice on? Do you hurt them like this too?" It should be a trump card, pointing out that Craig should not know how to do all these things, but he just sounds pathetic, admitting it hurts, voice all high-pitched and whiny and quavering.
"You begged me, Tweek. You wanted me to hurt you so bad. Isn't that sick? How fucked up are you? What'd they do to you? Why won't you open up?"
If he could laugh, he would, because as Craig scolds him for not being able to open up, he presses his cock further inside and pulls Tweek down by the hips. Tweek is open, so open it feels like he'll never be able to close up again.
“Look at yourself. Watch when I’m punishing you. Look how pathetic and small you are. Look how big I am,” Craig grits out as he thrusts up deeper inside Tweek's body.
Tweek cries as Craig shifts the two of them in his chair and tilts his head to the side by the chin so Tweek has to watch Craig’s big cock disappear inside his ass in the mirror. It really is massive. It shouldn't be able to fit inside him. Craig reaches back to spread his cheeks so he can see more of it.
He stares entranced, moaning involuntarily as Craig continues bucking up into him. He's spreading him so wide, hitting him so deep. He can already feel him low in his guts and doesn’t need to look to know he’s still got a ways to go. He’s not anywhere close to sitting in his lap, ass nowhere near pressed flush against Craig’s thighs.
Even so, Craig starts drawing his hips back, pulling his dick out til only the very tip of him remains, almost letting Tweek’s hole flinch closed after him. Then he slams back in, stretching him open again, hitting deeper each time. Tweek cries sharply each time he fucks his way in, and gasps each time he wrenches his cock out of him.
"You're gonna— you're gonna take it all," Craig hisses, and he slams the rest of the way in. Tweek falls forward and clutches at Craig's upper back. His scream comes delayed, like he's in shock. He places a hand on his lower belly. He can feel Craig in there and his hole spasms around the immense girth of the base of Craig's cock, stretching him wider than he ever thought possible. His toes curl against each other between Craig's thighs.
Resting his forehead on Craig's shoulder, Tweek looks back at their reflection again. He stares at Craig’s face in the mirror, the blush high on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, his gaze and focus solely on filling Tweek’s ass. Craig’s only concern right now is him, his punishment for being so bad. As he quivers around him, spread to his absolute limit, Tweek’s never felt so loved.
He turns back around and looks up into Craig’s eyes. Through whines, he manages to get out, “Please, Craig, punish me. Hnngh, make me good, I wanna be good for you.” Craig’s eyes widen and he pants as he continues his onslaught. He has no defenses at the ready when Tweek wraps his arms around the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss.
Tweek moans into his mouth as he keeps bucking up inside him, the pace growing more frenzied until Craig scoops him up by the ass and slams him down on the desk.
Tweek cries at the loss of Craig's cock inside him. "In me, put it back in me, Craig, augh— I need it," he begs.
Craig positions himself at Tweek's quivering entrance and stabs his way back inside. "Doesn't hurt anymore?" he asks, bending over to suck and chew on one of Tweek's nipples as he fucks him with wild abandon. The desk slams against the back wall with each punishing thrust.
"Hurts," Tweek chokes out through the blinding, blissful pain of the rough anal and the torturous nipple play. "Please, I need it!"
“Touch yourself, jerk yourself off for me,” Craig grits out.
Tweek attempts to focus his eyes. “Agh, can’t— I’ll, I'll come,” he whines.
Craig spanks his ass suddenly and Tweek moans and clenches down on his cock in response, pre-cum spurting out of his own cockhead. Craig grunts, his hips stuttering erratically as he fights to keep up his brutal pace. It feels too good; Tweek doesn't want it to end.
“Do what I say,” he growls. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”
Then Craig presses his hand flat onto Tweek’s lower abdomen and starts ramming him as hard as he possibly. He can feel Craig on either side— his cock frantically pounding up into his guts and his hand on the outside of Tweek's belly, feeling the large imposition of him slamming in and out.
It shouldn’t even be possible— to be stretched so far, fucked so deep— let alone feel this good. It’s transcendent. Tweek has left this earthly realm. He’s screaming himself hoarse and he feels like he could die at any moment. He could dangle on this precipice forever, but he doesn't want to disappoint Craig, not now.
By the time he manages to wrap a shaky hand around his cock, his whole body is buzzing with electric pleasure. It's obvious it's going to be a ruinous orgasm, one he'll hereafter forever chase. As he strokes himself, his body tenses up all over and Craig curses, trying to keep fucking him through the spastic clamping of his ass. The tension inside Tweek snaps suddenly and he comes screaming; the waves hit him violently, ringing in his head and throughout his whole body, robbing him of his senses for what feels like a full minute.
As he rides the aftershocks, Craig thrusts in as deep as he'll go and starts filling Tweek's oversensitive ass up with his hot cum. Tweek's orgasmic spasms practically wring Craig's cock of it. He's delirious but he delights in Craig's needy groans, his loss of control, his hot breath in the crook of Tweek's neck.
They lie there panting together in the aftermath, Craig draped bonelessly atop Tweek's body. He's too hot and too heavy but Tweek isn't lucid enough to say anything about it.
Suddenly a pounding comes at the door and Craig jolts on top of Tweek.
“Father Craig? This is Father Maxi. My office, now.”
Tweek is abruptly light and cool again. The last thing he hears before he drifts into unconsciousness is a soft, nasal, "Fuck."
Re: Craig/Tweek, punishment kink (spanking, fingering, facefucking, the whole nine yards)
This Tweek can do. Maybe he can get him to come down his throat and then he won’t have to be spread apart like that again. He drops to his knees before Craig and runs his fingers up his thighs.
His fingers tremble but through sheer determination, he’s able to get the pastor’s belt and jeans undone. Without the belt holding them up, the jeans slide down easily. Underneath the pastor is wearing simple black briefs. Shakily Tweek lowers these too and can’t help but utter an “oh, God,” at the sight.
He needs a moment to just stare dumbly. It’s fucking huge. When Tweek looks up at Craig, he smirks back down at him.
“What’s the matter, my child?” His tone drips with sadistic glee. “Nothing to say?”
Tweek doesn't have any words, but he's not defeated. This is his area of expertise. He’s not intimidated for the sake of his throat. This isn't the first time someone’s slapped his cheek with their cock, nor the first time someone’s thrust down his throat right off the bat. He doesn’t even flinch, let alone gag.
Once he’s fully engulfed in the depths of Tweek’s throat, Tweek looks up at the pastor and moans desperately. He sucks him even deeper, so that his nose presses into his pubic bone, and continues putting on a show of his delighted moans.
“You fucking—” Tweek cuts him by jamming his tongue into the juncture between his balls. He swallows around his cock over and over and sucks one into his mouth. Craig exhales sharply and his stomach muscles tense up. Tweek runs his fingers up Craig's abdomen, up his coarse stomach hair and flinching muscles, urging him to relax, but then releases him, takes the other in his mouth instead. He knows how to get him to come fast. Tweek's got this.
He begins fucking his own throat on Craig's cock, whining in delight at the burn, at the way Craig can't suppress his groans. The pastor's legs start to buckle and he drags Tweek by the hair to the chair he'd torn Tweek from earlier. He sits and starts fucking Tweek's face in earnest as Tweek moans and makes debauched sounds around his cock. He kneads Craig's balls with one hand and touches his own cock with the other, looking up at Craig with his widest, most innocent eyes. Craig can barely keep his eyes open. Tweek might just be saved.
He's close, so close, and then— "That's— that's enough." Craig pulls him off his cock roughly by the hair. He's panting so heavily. Tweek almost had him, he knows he did. His disappointment must read on his face. Even through his labored breaths, Craig laughs as he looks down at Tweek, strokes his hair like a beloved naughty pet, and coos, "Oh, did you think I'd forget about your punishment?"
Craig lifts him by the waist and pulls him down in his lap, facing him. This is way too fucking intimate. Tweek kept thinking he could get out of it, or at worst that it would be from behind, humiliating but impersonal. Instead he's on his knees straddling Craig's lap in this chair. When Craig strokes his sides, he realizes he's trembling.
“Come on. Ride my cock," Craig urges, nuzzling into his cheek. "See how much you can take.”
Tweek is frozen, but when the pastor slaps his sore ass, he yelps and springs to action. He grips that big cock at the base, sniveling pathetically, and positions himself over it, tip barely grazing his entrance. Steadying himself with one hand on the back of the chair, he begins lowering himself down upon it. The stretch is way too much at once, and he tenses up and cries out.
“Slow down, you greedy whore. Obviously you can’t take it,” Craig spits out through gritted teeth. “You dumb fucking slut.” Tweek cries at the insults as much as the pain. And it really stings.
“Breathe and push out against me. Don’t even know how to take a cock. Is there anything you're good at?” His hips pulse up, eliciting pathetic little whimpers from Tweek.
“Sucking dick, obviously,” Tweek grits out, trying to relax for Craig's cock. As he exhales, he lowers himself down a little more and winces.
“A party trick. Good for you. You'd be a terrible whore." Tweek bites his lip and cries out when Craig grabs him roughly by the hips and shoves himself up inside him.
“Is that who you practice on? Do you hurt them like this too?" It should be a trump card, pointing out that Craig should not know how to do all these things, but he just sounds pathetic, admitting it hurts, voice all high-pitched and whiny and quavering.
"You begged me, Tweek. You wanted me to hurt you so bad. Isn't that sick? How fucked up are you? What'd they do to you? Why won't you open up?"
If he could laugh, he would, because as Craig scolds him for not being able to open up, he presses his cock further inside and pulls Tweek down by the hips. Tweek is open, so open it feels like he'll never be able to close up again.
“Look at yourself. Watch when I’m punishing you. Look how pathetic and small you are. Look how big I am,” Craig grits out as he thrusts up deeper inside Tweek's body.
Tweek cries as Craig shifts the two of them in his chair and tilts his head to the side by the chin so Tweek has to watch Craig’s big cock disappear inside his ass in the mirror. It really is massive. It shouldn't be able to fit inside him. Craig reaches back to spread his cheeks so he can see more of it.
He stares entranced, moaning involuntarily as Craig continues bucking up into him. He's spreading him so wide, hitting him so deep. He can already feel him low in his guts and doesn’t need to look to know he’s still got a ways to go. He’s not anywhere close to sitting in his lap, ass nowhere near pressed flush against Craig’s thighs.
Even so, Craig starts drawing his hips back, pulling his dick out til only the very tip of him remains, almost letting Tweek’s hole flinch closed after him. Then he slams back in, stretching him open again, hitting deeper each time. Tweek cries sharply each time he fucks his way in, and gasps each time he wrenches his cock out of him.
"You're gonna— you're gonna take it all," Craig hisses, and he slams the rest of the way in. Tweek falls forward and clutches at Craig's upper back. His scream comes delayed, like he's in shock. He places a hand on his lower belly. He can feel Craig in there and his hole spasms around the immense girth of the base of Craig's cock, stretching him wider than he ever thought possible. His toes curl against each other between Craig's thighs.
Resting his forehead on Craig's shoulder, Tweek looks back at their reflection again. He stares at Craig’s face in the mirror, the blush high on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, his gaze and focus solely on filling Tweek’s ass. Craig’s only concern right now is him, his punishment for being so bad. As he quivers around him, spread to his absolute limit, Tweek’s never felt so loved.
He turns back around and looks up into Craig’s eyes. Through whines, he manages to get out, “Please, Craig, punish me. Hnngh, make me good, I wanna be good for you.” Craig’s eyes widen and he pants as he continues his onslaught. He has no defenses at the ready when Tweek wraps his arms around the back of his head and pull him down for a kiss.
Tweek moans into his mouth as he keeps bucking up inside him, the pace growing more frenzied until Craig scoops him up by the ass and slams him down on the desk.
Tweek cries at the loss of Craig's cock inside him. "In me, put it back in me, Craig, augh— I need it," he begs.
Craig positions himself at Tweek's quivering entrance and stabs his way back inside. "Doesn't hurt anymore?" he asks, bending over to suck and chew on one of Tweek's nipples as he fucks him with wild abandon. The desk slams against the back wall with each punishing thrust.
"Hurts," Tweek chokes out through the blinding, blissful pain of the rough anal and the torturous nipple play. "Please, I need it!"
“Touch yourself, jerk yourself off for me,” Craig grits out.
Tweek attempts to focus his eyes. “Agh, can’t— I’ll, I'll come,” he whines.
Craig spanks his ass suddenly and Tweek moans and clenches down on his cock in response, pre-cum spurting out of his own cockhead. Craig grunts, his hips stuttering erratically as he fights to keep up his brutal pace. It feels too good; Tweek doesn't want it to end.
“Do what I say,” he growls. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”
Then Craig presses his hand flat onto Tweek’s lower abdomen and starts ramming him as hard as he possibly. He can feel Craig on either side— his cock frantically pounding up into his guts and his hand on the outside of Tweek's belly, feeling the large imposition of him slamming in and out.
It shouldn’t even be possible— to be stretched so far, fucked so deep— let alone feel this good. It’s transcendent. Tweek has left this earthly realm. He’s screaming himself hoarse and he feels like he could die at any moment. He could dangle on this precipice forever, but he doesn't want to disappoint Craig, not now.
By the time he manages to wrap a shaky hand around his cock, his whole body is buzzing with electric pleasure. It's obvious it's going to be a ruinous orgasm, one he'll hereafter forever chase. As he strokes himself, his body tenses up all over and Craig curses, trying to keep fucking him through the spastic clamping of his ass. The tension inside Tweek snaps suddenly and he comes screaming; the waves hit him violently, ringing in his head and throughout his whole body, robbing him of his senses for what feels like a full minute.
As he rides the aftershocks, Craig thrusts in as deep as he'll go and starts filling Tweek's oversensitive ass up with his hot cum. Tweek's orgasmic spasms practically wring Craig's cock of it. He's delirious but he delights in Craig's needy groans, his loss of control, his hot breath in the crook of Tweek's neck.
They lie there panting together in the aftermath, Craig draped bonelessly atop Tweek's body. He's too hot and too heavy but Tweek isn't lucid enough to say anything about it.
Suddenly a pounding comes at the door and Craig jolts on top of Tweek.
“Father Craig? This is Father Maxi. My office, now.”
Tweek is abruptly light and cool again. The last thing he hears before he drifts into unconsciousness is a soft, nasal, "Fuck."