The priest stood at the altar his hands feeling and caressing the soft skin of the young boy, and how so smooth it was between his fingers. The Priest always got a hard on when seeing young boys flesh exposed to his eyes. oh how sweet it tasted as he licked the boy's soft skin with his tongue. The dark pleasure was almost unbearable as he made the little boy cum. The priest smiled a sick sadistic smile. Then he sent the little boy on his way and told him never to tell any one for he would be damned for his sins and only a priest could save him.

The priest went to his office and brought up his robe and slowly moved his hands in an up and down motion on his Dick. Doing so until he came. after that course of action he cleaned himself and washed all the sin away. Priest York had always molested children, it was his way. They needed to be taught that sins are wrong and what a better way to show them then to touch their very sins and relieve them of the sins. His cracked philosophy was nightmarish and insane, but he is unable to see this. his old tired hands always knew how to respond to boy's ever growing need. To make sure he would feel them and drag his dry hands across their back and make them scream his name. oh how he loved it.

Priest York feel asleep rather quickly that night after sending Jonathan home from a days worth of sin. York's dreams at first where shifty and unable to cope into his twisted reality, but soon they came deep into focus and the images where that of blood sinking around the church. screaming as he saw the demons ride down from the sky fire and driving the boys back for they had sinned and no one could save their tortured souls. Having body parts ripped from the the young bodies as thick muscle tissue poured forth onto the ground and onto York's face. His mind begging to be released from this torture.

"This must end," he thinks to himself "what kind of hell am I in!!"

"Father York, I have been waiting for you" said a man in a black silk robe. His beautiful black hair and white strands of energy covering forth his face. he motioned across the ground of blood for York to follow him. York moved towards the figure with awe. "you are a breed of person that keeps me alive, did you know that father?" said the figure and with slight kiss to York's face.

"Are you god ?" asked York

"well I will say it like this, I am your god, you have worshipped me for all time since your birth" said the figure with a slight smile.

"i just want to tell you, your doing a great job. I want to give you a gift. A gift of sight. It will grow stronger with every action you breath. Every heartbeat you make will make you one step closer to me. now awake and all will be good.

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Father York awakes in a cold sweat. His whole body shaking violently from severe cold. getting up he takes a piss in the bathroom. At first nothing occurs and he thinks he cant take a leak. then blood comes forth from his Dick. He screams in horror and the walls start shifting. he runs into the main lobby of the church and looks about seeing nothing other then fifty young teens looking at him and they all have no eyes their souless bodies enraged.

Father york hits the floor and begins to pray. immediate answer follows his question. he hears it as clear as day.

"this is what you wanted Father York , they are here to take your sins away to caress your flesh, to make you cum"

"but they're dead!!!! No this cant happen , oh god help me." said Father York crying.

"God isn't listening bitch" said one of the boys as they moved closer their hands at first playing with his nipples and removing his clothing dragging their nails across his stomach. then becoming rougher and angry. "you killed as you mother fucker and now it is our turn , you slut" a stunned expression showed on Yorks face. "what you dont remember what you did to us , we tried to get away and you killed us for it. well you know what they say , pay back is a bitch"

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There Yorks body laid as if nothing occured as if in a deep sleep but his nightmarish look on his face showed through. the doctor said his internal organs looked like someone sliced him up from the inside , his brain tissue was ripped asunder and he must have felt the pain of thousand screams.

"what a horrible way to die" said the doctor as he started jacking off at the sight of the body when he was alone with it.

It begins again

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Short Story by Joe Marquis E-mail him here.