The Sin in the Confession Booth
Requested by Anonymous, for @ddadds
“Joseph,” Robert whispers quietly, “"I-I need to confess something. Let’s go to the church.”
Joseph smiles and run as he a hand through Robert’s lucious dark hair.
“Of course, Robert. Anything for you,” He takes Robert’s hand in his own.
When the two dads arrive at the church, they open the doors to find nobody inside.
“Well,” Joseph starts, “I guess I’ll have to do the confession, then. Get in the booth.”
Robert starts towards the small wooden booth, where millions of sins have been confessed.
If only he knew… Robert thinks. I’ve only brought him here so I can stab him with my very long, pointy, sharp, sword!
He grins to himself as he steps into the wooden box.
“Hey, Joseph?” he questions.
“I want to… change things up a bit,” he whispers with a smirk.
“Oh?” Joseph moves to Robert’s side of the box. “How so?”
Robert pulls the blonde haired man from behind.
“Let’s do it on one side. I feel like I can trust you enough to confess face to face,” he whispers in his ear.
"I’m fine with that. Although, it is a bit cramped.”
"Don’t worry,” Robert assures. “It will all be fine.”
Joseph shuts the door of the booth as he climbs in with Robert.
“Turn around,” Robert commands.
Joseph does as he’s told, and turns around so his back is pressed against Robert’s chest.
“Okay, Robert. You may start with your confession.”
“Well,” Robert begins as he pulls out his sword, "there’s something that I’ve always wanted to do to you…”
“Oh, is that so?”
“Yes.” Robert forces Joseph down to his knees, sword in hand. He slowly pulls down Joseph’s waistband, and starts to stab him, with his very hard, long, sword.
“Wait!” Joseph exclaims. “This isn’t a confession at all, is it?”
Robert replies with only a sly grin.
"Well, you can’t stab me without any lube,” Joseph continues.
"I didn’t bring any.”
Suddenly, a ghostly voice rings out from the church,
“Jesus?” Joseph shouts. “"Is that you?”
"No!” the voice cries. “"I am the Dover Ghost! I have come with your lube for the stabbing!”
The Dover Ghost slips the vial of lube through the grate she of the confession booth.
“What? This is Holy Water Lube!” Robert cries with joy.
He quickly squirts it onto his large sword and starts stabbing Joseph.
The Dover Ghost grabs his ghost camera and starts recording. He cheers them on as Robert and Joseph continue stabbing.
After an hour of stabbing and Joseph’s screams, Robert finally pulls out his large, hefty sword, and sighs with relief.
“At last, I’ve finally stabbed Joseph. My daddy dream has come true.”