Dominic Young Bottoms For Prince Reign

Dominic Young is trying to keep it together, but Deacon Reign, that holy roller with a kink for the sacred and the profane, has got him cornered after practice. The scent of communion wine is heavy in the air, mingling with the deacon’s cologne of pure, unfiltered entitlement.

“Satan’s got your focus, boy,” Reign growls, his voice dripping with disdain and desire as he tugs at Dominic’s belt, eager to unwrap this particular present. Before Dominic knows what’s what, he’s face down over a pew, the warmth of the faithful’s backsides still lingering on the wooden surface. The deacon’s rosary beads go clattering as he tears away at Dominic’s briefs, eager to claim what he’s been coveting.

And what’s this? A crucifix-shaped dildo? The deacon’s not playing around, is he? He’s all about mixing a little blasphemy with his pleasure, shoving that sacred symbol into Dominic’s tight hole. “Pray for deliverance,” Reign mocks, swapping out the holy hardware for his own pulsing flesh, taking the boy hard and fast, just the way he likes it.

The line between sin and sanctity has never been so blurred, or so tantalizing, in the shadows of The Revival’s forbidden desires.