I chose to name the genderbend Esmeralda Zaphyr, after Miry96's genderbend depiction in deviantART. It sounds more interesting than Esme, Esmeraldo or Emerald, as they sound too derivative to me.
Zaphyr watched as Phoebus and the guards were escorted out by the Archdeacon. He needed to be alone for a while to contemplate what to do. Suddenly he felt breath at his neck but was too late to react when someone grabbed at his wrist and twisted it behind his back. He let out a gasp as the other hand pressed against his shoulder.
"You think you've outwitted me," came Frollo's perverted voice at his ear. Zaphyr tried to pull away but the Judge's grip was stronger than he anticipated. "But I'm a patient man, and gypsy's don't do well inside stone walls." A pause came and Zaphyr heard an inhale of breath and something very close to his scalp.
"What are you doing" Zaphyr asked still trying to twist away from Frollo.
"I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck," Frollo lies as his hand caresses Zaphyr's neck.
Zaphyr took a sharp breath and realized there was something pressing against his leg. He has had enough and yanks his arm free from Frollo's grasp, pulling away and turning around to face Frollo.
"I know what you were imagining," He hisses between clenched teeth.
Frollo just laughs at the trapped gypsy boy. "Such a clever sorcerer. So typical of your kind to twist the truth to cloud the mind with unholy thoughts. Just like the ones you have right now." He smugly points down at the gypsy as he turned to walk away. Confused, Zaphyr looked down and to his shock, he has grown an erection during their conversation.
"Well no matter, you've chosen a magnificent prison" he faced the gypsy again, widen his arms to the church interior, "but it is a prison nonetheless. Set one foot outside, and you're mine!"
The heavy church door slammed shut after the Judge walked out, leaving Zaphyr to shiver in disgust. He just stood there with his erection, and feeling like a prisoner.
Oh God forgive me, he thought, as he felt the urge to pleasure himself.
Covering himself, he ran to a more secluded area of the cathedral. His barefeet padding on the stoned floor.
The room is much darker with a few sandals and a stained glass window of the Virigin Mary holding baby Jesus.
He can't believe he's going to do this in the house of God. But he desperately want to relieve himself. He press his back against a column and slides down on the floor. He starts rubbing his hardon, and lets out a moan.
He tried to stop himself, but it's too late as the pleasure is overtaking his body. He can feel himself cumming.
His mind wanders to the times he had to sell his body to survive. They would always be other men. He would even have to share a bed with a stranger. He has to endure their touch, even when he didn't want to be touched. But they didn't care, they only care about being satisfied.
Zaphyr begins to draw closer and closer to his climax. His member is radiant with warmth as he's on the brink of an orgasm.
"Please Lord, forgive me." He pleads, blinking tears for doing this in the cathedral.
Finally, with a loud moan, Zaphyr came. "Forgive me, Lorrrrrrrrrd!"
Zaphyr collapsed against the column, his energy drained in the aftermath of his orgasm. He then brought his knees up and tried his face around his arms, weeping for he has sinned.
He looks back up at the Virgin Mary on the stained glass window. She appears to be staring back at him with a disapproving glare.
Unable to remain in this room any longer, Zaphyr went to look for another door to get out only to find guards posted there and all the other doors. He slams the door shut in anger. He's truly a prisoner here.