My name is Gabriel.
I am twenty-one.
I live naked in the locked basement of St. Cecilia’s Chapel.
And every sin on this campus is punished on my body.
100 % consensual religious-kink diary • 21-year-old naked penance altar for 60+ Catholic college women • blasphemy, piss communion, anal rosaries, scourging, holy-water enemas, extreme devotion • 18+
Midnight text from an unknown number: “Kneel in the confessional at 3 a.m. if you want to serve.” I went. Thirty veiled women in black habits were waiting. They stripped me, collared me with a rosary choke-chain, and marched me naked down to the sealed-off basement crypt. I have not worn clothes since.
They tied me spread-eagle to the stone altar. Each sister confessed her sins directly into my mouth while pissing holy water (collected from the baptismal font) down my throat. When the last one finished, they took turns flagellating my cock until I came screaming “Mea maxima culpa.”
My permanent station: a waist-high marble slab with built-in restraints and a built-in drain. I’m kept hard 24/7 with a steel cock ring blessed by the campus chaplain (who secretly watches on hidden cameras). Every sister who needs absolution uses my body however she wants—mouth, cock, ass, fists, feet.
Every Sunday after Mass they collect the leftover baptismal water, mix it with their piss, and give me a two-gallon enema while chanting Latin. When I can’t hold it anymore they pull the plug and I spray across the crypt floor while they sing “Ave Maria.”
Fridays are flagellation night. They chain me to a St. Andrew’s cross and take turns with leather discipline straps and actual cat-o’-nine-tails across my back, ass, and cock. I have to count every lash and thank them “for purifying my flesh.” I come every single time.
They replaced the beads on a three-foot rosary with steel anal beads the size of golf balls. I’m required to keep the entire thing inside me at all times—only allowed to pull one bead out per “Hail Mary” while a sister fists me deeper. I can now take the crucifix handle to the hilt.
Holy Saturday, 3 a.m.–sunrise: sixty sisters in crimson habits. They anointed me with chrism oil mixed with their squirt, then took turns riding every hole while chanting the Exsultet. I was baptized in piss, confirmed in cum, and received “communion” from sixty dripping pussies. I blacked out mid-Alleluia.
I’m twenty-three. I dropped out. My new vows are carved into my back with a scalpel and holy water: “Corpus meum, templum peccati.” Translation: My body is the temple of their sin. The basement door is bricked shut from the outside. I eat only what they feed me from their fingers or their cunts. I have never been closer to God.
Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.
And I will sin again
in five minutes
when the next sister comes to confess.