His Surrender: Confession by Lou Bealy commissioned by anonymous If you would like to commission me for a custom story, details are here . Support my writing by becoming a subscriber on Subscribestar ! Get access to exclusive content and benefits! Contains dubious consent and religious references There was a knock on the office door. Anthony looked up from his book and said, “Come in!” He smiled at the older man who entered. The shorter man looked to be in his early sixties, wearing a nylon tracksuit over a thin frame. He had short gray hair that was still quite thick and full. He had a thick neck, strong jaw, and wide shoulders, despite being somewhat on the slim side. Anthony recognized him as a relative newcomer, having only been to a few services. “Father Anthony,” the older man acknowledged Anthony with a chuckle. “Strange to call such a young man ‘father’.” Anthony laughed along with him. “Yes, I suppose so. You could call me ‘Padre’ if that makes you feel better.” “How about

  His Surrender: Rebreaking Kirill by Lou Bealy commissioned by anonymous If you would like to commission me for a custom story, details are here . Support my writing by becoming a subscriber on Subscribestar ! Get access to exclusive content and benefits! Contains dubious consent All characters are above the age of 18 Kirill was the first out of the door when chemistry class ended. A couple of people had to dodge him as he sped towards his destination on the other side of campus. He wasn’t that tall, only five foot nine, but he weighed about one hundred eighty pounds and was pure muscle so people tended to get out of his way, but he barely noticed. He had work to do, calories to consume, and tests to study for. In that order. And he wasn’t the type of guy who let other people get in the way of his routine. They would just have to get out of his way. A few of the people he almost ran into were bigger than him; taller, heavier, all-around more massive guys. But they all got out of his