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3 hours ago, storymix said:

This could be an interesting story. Did you experience what you're writing about?

Well, of course this can't be possible because as you'll see the story has very little to do with reality, but being raised as catholic in a small town, most inputs are in fact, real. You just have to keep reading 😉

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Chapter 4: Home visit

Paul and I go home. I walk in, slamming the door:

"What the fuck was that??"

"What do you mean?"

"All those weird people, Father John who looks like the head of a cult and invites himself to our house, you, who gets your brain washed with a smile, and I saw that your dick got hard."

Paul turns red, he's embarrassed to talk about certain things. Growing up in a Catholic family fucks with your brain.

"What are you saying, is it weird if a priest wants to help two kids who just arrived in a new city? And anyway, yes, I really like Father John. He ... understands me"

I shake my head in disbelief and leave.

"I have to go for a walk."

I walk through the streets of the city, I don't know where I'm going. I think of Father John, of his lascivious smile while he touches and massages my boyfriend's bicep....Paul, who looks at him dreamily....what the fuck is going on? I walk into the first bar I come across, I need a drink.

I sit at the counter, I grab a beer. The bartender, skinny and weak, struggles to pour it. At a certain point, someone sits down next to me.

"You're new here, right?"

I turn around, and I see a young man in his 30s, black hair with a few white streaks, blue eyes sunken into their sockets. Pale, like everyone else. Thin lips that show off his large, white teeth.

"Is it that obvious?" I reply.

He laughs, we both know what I mean.

"Well, yeah. I'm Luka by the way. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Mark. I don't think I saw you in church today."

Luka pulls back, staring at me with a wild look: "I don't go to church. Not anymore. And you must not either."

"Oh, you don't have to tell me. My boyfriend and I are Catholic, but he's really devout. Then today we met Father John. He's a nice guy, but he gives me the creeps."

"Father John? Don't let him into your lives. Where's your boyfriend now?"

"At home....Father John was coming by later..."

Luka lowers his voice, and with a firm and decisive tone he says: "We have to go. Now."

We walk towards the house. We quicken our pace, even though I notice that Luka is struggling to keep up with me. We arrive.

I see that the light in the living room is off. The door is locked. Strange, I remember I had left it open. I think maybe Paul went out. I'm about to go look for him, maybe in church, when I hear moans coming from inside the house. Luka and I look at each other, my heart is beating fast with anxiety and anger. I walk around the house, I see a light in the bedroom.

Luka says, "Too late. Mark, don't look, please."

The moans are getting closer and more insistent, they are becoming screams, joined by deeper sighs.

My eyes are covered in tears, my heart is pounding out of my chest. I look out the window: Father John, wearing only his black shirt, fucking my Paul, completely naked, in our bed. Father John towers over Paul, who strangely seems so small. I can only see the priest's muscular thighs, his skin glistening with sweat, pushing himself into my boyfriend with such force, like a starving man who hasn't eaten in months. Paul's face was one of Pure Ecstasy, like the statues of those saints pierced by arrows and tortured in various ways. Their suffering was so high that it reached God.

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Thank you for the amazing feedback guys, really appreciate it! I got my inspiration back for this story I started almost one year ago. Your support is helping me keep on writing. 

I used to go on and off this site, but I always come back. Last year has been tough on a personal level, but I consider this as a "safe" (Lol)  place, with an amazing and supportive community. A new chapter is coming very soon! Feel free to Dm me or comment here about suggestions and elements you would like me to include in this story! Love you all, you filthy pigs!

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Chapter 5: Poor Unfortunate Soul

I couldn't stop watching. I've never seen Paul so submissive. He's the top of the couple, and he told me he never had any intention of getting fucked. Instead, he's moaning like a bitch, his eyes rolled back, and his ass moving on the priest's big cock, wanting it more and more.

Father John mounts him like a bull, digging his nails into his smooth, round, white butt of a young rugby player, and pulls him onto his cock. Paul screams in pain for a moment, but it quickly turns to pleasure again. I see blood coming from the flesh, Father John has literally dug his claws into my poor boy's ass. And he lets it happen.

I'm paralyzed with terror and disgust, Father Paul's blue eyes were filled with evil lust. As if sensing my presence, he turns abruptly to the window. He sees me and smiles evilly. He starts fucking Paul even more brutally. His shirt is soaked through with sweat, so he takes it off.

He reveals a perfect body for a man his age. Muscular, tanned, thick white hair everywhere. He has a huge tattoo on his back: a pentagram, and in the center the biohazard symbol. I recognize that symbol immediately. I know it means HIV. I start screaming, telling Paul to stop. Father John looks at me and laughs, my screams are drowned out by his laughter and Paul's groans.

I run to the front door, Luka, who has been standing next to me the whole time, tries to stop me.

"It's too late for your boyfriend. Soon he will be one of them. One of us."

Upon hearing this sentence, a primal rage takes hold of me, and I punch Luka in the face, who faints on the floor.
I enter the house, I run to our bedroom: Father John, standing, with his back to me. His dirty tattoo moves in rhythm, as he fucks my boy. Paul is lying on the bed, his moans are fainter, he is exhausted. The sheets are soaked in his blood, Father John continues to keep his claws in his round ass.

"Leave my boy alone, asshole! You disgusting monster!"

Father John turns calmly, as he continues to fuck him.

"Paul, my beloved, do you want me to stop?"

Paul opens his eyes with difficulty, and can only whisper "N-no... please.... don't stop...."

"Paul, your boyfriend is here, maybe we should stop" he continues to say with that evil grin plastered on his face.

"N-no...I want you....I don't give a damn about him....I love you...."

Hearing those words, Father John starts to fuck harder: "Oh yeah? You love me? Do you know that your loser boyfriend is watching us now?"

"Y-yes, he finally sees me enjoying myself"


"I'm going to make you become like me, boy. Do you want to sacrifice your life to the purest and darkest pleasure?"

"YES MY LORD"

"Let my poison pervade every cell of your body, and you will finally be free! HAIL DARK LORD, I GIVE YOU ANOTHER LOST SOUL"

They both explode in an incredible orgasm. Blood, cum and sweat merge with their bodies.

And I can't help but watch. My poor Paul.

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That's such a hot chapter, but I couldn't help but shoot yet another load today after reading this chapter and the previous  one.

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