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Frank was rattled from his slumber by a gentle rocking of his shoulders. He wasn’t used to being woken so nicely, so, at first, he didn’t stir. Then, he wiggled his arm irritably in an attempt to get rid of the rocking, but, when it continued regardless, he opened his eyes, and squinted up at the intruder.
“Father?”
Gerard smiled kindly. “You fell asleep.”
Frank squinted around the church, yawning brazenly. It was empty. Honestly, he was pretty pissed off that his mother hadn’t woken him up before leaving like she usually did. She was the one who dragged him to church every fucking week.
“Your mother actually wanted me to speak with you, Frank,” Gerard said, taking the seat beside him. “She told me the things you’ve been saying about the other men.”
Frank rolled his eyes dramatically. “She had no power over me because I’m a grown fucking man, so she sends Father Girl-Eyes to give out to me.”
Gerard appeared baffled about the nickname for a moment, but, when Frank tried to get up to leave, he caught him by the wrist. “I’m not here to give out to you, Frank. You know that, right?”
“Uh-huh,” Frank said unconvincingly, yanking his hand out of Gerard’s grip.
“God made men to love women,” Gerard said hastily as Frank attempted to push past him. “Having those feelings about a man just isn’t natural, but there are ways to fix it. There are programs I can suggest to you. Just because you succumbed once doesn’t mean God has completely given up on you. He is forgiving.”
“Oh, piss off,” Frank muttered, tight-roping across the kneeler.
“Even in biology,” Gerard started.
That caught Frank’s attention. It wasn’t often that you’d hear a priest mention biology unless they were using it as some kind of metaphor.
“It’s unnatural to sleep with another man,” Gerard said, apparently glad that Frank had finally stopped to listen to him. “There is no possible with to experience fulfilling sex with a man – excuse me for my vulgarity. The relationship is unnatural in all respects.”
“You think so?” Frank laughed. “You think I can’t fuck a man, and like it?”
“Well, I’m not totally clueless, but it would only be enjoyable for one of you,” Gerard pointed out.
Frank laughed again, loud and derisive. “You are clueless, Father.”
He stalked back over to Gerard, and braced his arms on the backrest, either side of Gerard’s shoulders. Gerard wasn’t sure if this was an intimidation tactic, but he wasn’t very intimidated. He looked up at Frank with his hands interlaced on his lap.
“I guess my mom spared you the details I said about you,” Frank said.
Gerard’s face dropped. “Me?”
“Yeah,” Frank’s lips pulled back cruelly, “you’re quite the sight for sore eyes, you know that? Some bitch told my mom after she overheard me talking about the things I wanted to do to you.”
Gerard paled visibly. He looked utterly distraught.
“You a virgin, Father?” Frank asked. “Or did you join the priesthood as a way to make up for your past sins?”
“This isn’t appropriate behaviour, Frank,” Gerard told him with a shaky voice.
Frank hummed, dragging a finger down Gerard’s throat, tracing the collar. “You clearly have no idea how it is between two men. You need someone to show you?”
“I don’t need that or want that,” Gerard said. He was trying his best to be firm and calm in this situation.
Frank leaned down suddenly to capture Gerard’s lips in his own. Gerard responded with a small noise of surprise, and a weak shove. It did nothing to get Frank off him, and, when he tried to turn away, Frank’s grip on his jaw kept his head in place.
He didn’t want to hurt Frank. He didn’t want to be too aggressive with him, but his passive pushes and groans of discomfort were falling on deaf ears.
Then, Frank was fiddling at the buttons on the front of Gerard’s shirt. He wrapped a hand around Frank’s wrist, willing him to stop, as he grimaced against the boy’s wet, lapping tongue. He prayed. Prayed to God to guide Frank, to tell him what he was doing was wrong and lead him to a better life. He prayed for Frank’s poor, damaged soul to be redeemed and restored.
Cold hands slipped under the shirt, pressed against Gerard’s bare skin. He jolted.
“Oh, Father,” Frank chuckled. “Your body feels so nice. Your skin is soft. You must take care of it, huh? Or does God?”
With his head free, Gerard turned to assess his route of escape. He twisted in place, grabbed onto the back of the bench, and hauled himself away from the young boy’s roaming hands.
“You’re not getting away that easy,” Frank said, and all it took was a firm yank of the back of Gerard’s collar to get him right back where he was before.
“He will forgive you, Frank,” Gerard vowed. “You don’t have to do this.”
Frank rolled his eyes dramatically, fingers at the button on his trousers. “You’re so annoying. Come here.” He pushed his trousers down low enough. One hand on the back of Gerard’s head and one around his cock.
Gerard stared at it with bugged-out eyes.
“You look like you’ve never seen one before,” Frank pointed out, swiping the head of his cock along Gerard’s lips. Pure, chaste, unfucked mouth. They were beyond tempting. “Go on, Father. You really don’t want to?”
Gerard’s lips began to tremble, and Frank wasn’t really sure if he wanted to force his way into the priest’s mouth. While he was well-aware of Gerard’s stance on passivity, he was afraid those views would change just this once, and the teeth would bite down.
Instead, Frank bent down, and grabbed a handful of Gerard’s crotch, earning soft grunt. He grinned mockingly as he palmed and kneaded. Gerard just held onto him pathetically, unable to abandon his aversity to violence even for self-defence. It was either that, or Gerard didn’t want it to stop.
When Frank unbuttoned his trousers, all he could muster was a whimpered, “No.”
Frank could feel, with each gentle rub of Gerard’s dick, that he was growing harder and harder. The man’s head was bowed in shame. He trembled vaguely, panted. Discreet, vocalised breaths.
“Feels good, doesn’t it, Father?” Frank said. “Are you watching? Can you see how hard you are right now?”
Gerard felt good. He did. But the disgust and nausea overpowered it all. Another man’s hand on him here. Another person pleasuring him in a way that he didn’t even do to himself. A groan evaporated into a cough that dragged a sickening retch from him.
“Oh?” Frank was just amused. “Don’t throw up on me now, Father.”
Gerard gagged again, and Frank found it utterly hilarious. He watched the priest lurch and dry-heave. So disgusted by homosexuality that he was driven to physical illness.
“Sit back,” Frank said, shoving Gerard.
Gerard’s head flew back. His eyes were squeezed shut, forehead sweating buckets, while his lips moved his silent prayer with his hands clasped tightly. Frank laughed at him. All he could think was ‘what an idiot’. The blind faith. The delusions.
Frank leaned down to hear the prayer. The uncontrollable moans exposed some of the voiceless words Gerard spoke. Something about evil. Something about saving. Something about guiding. It wasn’t a prayer Frank was familiar with. It was Gerard’s own plea to God.
“Oh, Lord, save him,” Frank mocked. “Save him, God. He’s being raped by an evil homo.”
Gerard ignored him, and continued his prayer.
“Is He listening?” Frank asked. “Is He going to save you?”
A sob escaped Gerard in response to that, but he still prayed. So desperate. So hopeful. It almost made Frank sad.
Frank shoved a hand into Gerard’s pocket, and retrieved the rosary he always carried in there. He took advantage of the clasped hands to bind the wrists with the chain of beads, securing them tightly. Nothing pulled Gerard from his prayer.
This was a test, Gerard thought. It had to be. Not from God – but from Satan. This boy was sent by him. A devil in disguise. Sent directly for Gerard to test his faith and to test his virtues, but Gerard wouldn’t let Satan win. Gerard would pray for this poor boy to be released from Satan’s clutches, to have his eyes opened up to the world of religion.
Gerard was limp, allowing himself to be manipulated. He was lifted easily by Frank, bent over the back of the pew in front of them. His body was breached by spit-soaked fingers, and he cried. God would help him through this. God had his back. God was on his side.
“I won’t hurt you, Father,” Frank said. “I want to show you. If you wanna shove your shitty little religion down my throat, I may as well show you the joys of being fucked by a man.”
He leaned to the side to see how Gerard was holding up being fingered open. A string of snot connected the end of his nose to his sleeve, and tears were streaming down his face. Frank figured he wasn’t taking it very well. But, when he curled his fingers, Gerard’s eyelids fluttered in satisfaction.
“Yeah, that feels so good,” Frank sniggered.
He focused a little more on Gerard’s prostate, and was pleased with the results. The young priest was squirming, drooling, rocking back into Frank’s hand. He was loving it, but, noting by how violent his sobs were getting, he hated that he loved it.
By the time Frank had decided Gerard was ready, the poor priest’s sleeves were saturated with tears, snot and drool. Frank was quite fond of it. He held Gerard’s jaw, and turned his head so that he could see his face, watch his expression as he pushed inside, as he disgraced this immaculate body.
Gerard’s eyes were shut tightly, eyebrows screwed up.
“Look at me,” Frank demanded.
Gerard complied. There was no hate in his eyes when they met Frank’s. He said, “God still loves you.”
“Fuck’s sake,” Frank grunted, and let him go.
Gerard’s voice echoed throughout the empty church as he was fucked. The sound of skin on skin. Frank had always wanted to know how Father Way would sound with his voice strangled with pleasure. Now, he knew. Gerard was a man of God, blessed with beautifully depraved moans.
“You realise now?” Frank said breathlessly. “You see how good this feels?”
Gerard fumbled with the rosary beads binding his wrists together.
Frank leaned forward, and, standing on the kneeler, he could speak right into the Father’s ear. “You’ll never recover from this, will you? You’re gonna come crawling right back to me, begging for my cock up your ass again.”
Finally, Gerard managed to free his wrists, but, with this freedom, he didn’t try to escape. He just held the beads in his hands, and began to pray. Muttering prayer after prayer with a shaky voice, thumbing through the beads, as Frank sucked a dark mark below his jaw. He would force the man to feign chilliness in the current heatwave.
“How does it feel, Father?” Frank asked. “To lose your virginity like this?”
“Hail Mary,” Gerard wept, “full of grace. The Lord is with thee.”
“Is it really worth it to be in God’s good books?” Frank went on.
“Blessed art thou among wo—ah.” Gerard keeled forward. He clutched the rosary like lifeline. “Among woman, and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.”
Frank wrapped a hand around Gerard, aiming to hinder the prayers. “Wow, you’re crying like a baby, but you’re rock hard.”
“Holy Mary, mother of—fuck.”
“Oh?” Frank sniggered. “Those aren’t the words.”
“Pray for us—us sinners,” Gerard went on, “now and in the—in the hour of our – ah – our death. Amen.” He thumbed up a bead. “Hail Mary—”
“You are determined, aren’t you?” Frank remarked, quickening his pace.
Now, Gerard could barely speak. All coming out as jumbled nonsense. “Full of—oh—full—full of grace. The Lo—Lord is with – thee. Bless—mm—blessed art th—oh.”
“Just give up, Father,” Frank said. “He’s not listening to you. He doesn’t care about you. Or He’s doing you a favour because He knows you like it.”
This was not to ask for rescue. Gerard was asking for forgiveness.
“Holy Mary, mother of God,” Gerard pleaded.
“You didn’t finish the first bit,” Frank pointed out.
“Where wa—where was I?”
Frank laughed. “Blessed art thou…”
“Blessed art thou amo—” Gerard choked on his own words. His body shook with a filthy, slobbering mewl.
Frank rubbed him through his orgasm, collecting the cum in his palm. When Gerard’s body sagged, he reached up, and wiped off his hand onto the collar. Gerard was putty in his hands. Allowed him to use his body thoroughly until he, too, finished inside him.
“How was that, Father?” Frank whispered.
Gerard was silent.
“I’ll give you more,” Frank told him. “Just say the word.” He pulled out, readjusted his trousers, and moved off down the pew.
Gerard crumpled to his knees, hands clasped together once again in desperate prayer. He repeated the same phrase over and over with a wavering voice.
“Lord, forgive me. Lord, forgive me. Lord, forgive.”
“Lord, please forgive me.”