Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2001 01:10:50 -0800 (PST)
From: einhard <einhard@excite.com>
Subject: Vengeance

VENGEANCE (M/M, oral, anal, fantasy)

by einhard


PLEASE NOTE: This story is fiction from beginning to end. The characters
don't exist, and the things they do, never happened.


Chapter 1: Prologue


Rafe, November 1985:

Rafe was bent forward, supporting himself on Father Flanagan's desk. The
priest himself was fucking the 12-year old up his ass. Rafe had cried the
first few times it happened, but now he was able to contain himself. The
pain wasn't so bad, either, at least not the pain in his butt.

He remembered the first time, only two months ago. It had been after choir
practice. Rafe had stayed behind to admire the church, as he often did. It
was a magnificent building, and Rafe enjoyed just looking at all the
paintings, sculptures, candelabra and all the other stuff that belongs in a
Roman Catholic church. Or a cathedral, which would be a better name for this
one.

Father Flanagan had asked him to come into a store room to help shift some
stuff. Rafe had obliged quite happily. It didn't take long before his life
took a horrible turn for the wrong, though.

"On your knees, boy!" the priest had growled at him, pushing on both of his
shoulders. Rafe had been a bit fearful at the tone in the grown man's voice,
but had complied. Then, the priest had pulled down the zip in his trousers
and brought out his hard penis.

"Take it in your mouth, boy!"

Rafe was in complete shock. This was his parish priest, the man his parents
had taught him to respect above almost all other adults, and now he wanted
to have sex with him!

Slap! Father Flanagans palm hit him hard on the left cheek, and the head of
the penis was forced brutally inside his mouth. He gagged almost
immediately, but the priest just kept shoving it further in, then began
pulling out and pushing in. Rafe was unable to respond in any way, and he
hardly felt the pain in his jaw or the tears rolling down his face. All he
could feel, was shock.

After only a short spell, the priest came with a grunt, and Rafe could do
nothing but swallow.

"All right, boy", said Father Flanagan when he was dressed again. "That was
quite nice. Now, if you tell anybody about this, I'll make sure your life
-and your family's - is ruined. Do you understand?"

Rafe nodded, still unable to say anything.

"Also, I want you to be available to me whenever I ask you. If you do good,
I just might let your young friend, that Mirkovic kid, in peace."

The shock in Rafe's eyes must have been evident, because the priest smiled
grimly. Radu Mirkovic was Rafe's next door neighbor and his best friend,
even though he was only ten and thus two years younger than Rafe. He
couldn't let Radu get hurt.

As he got home that evening, he was scolded by his father, first for being
late, then for all the time he spent with that sissy boy from next door, and
when he didn't respond, he was sent to bed without any supper. He was glad
his older brother was away at college, so he had the room to himself. That
way, nobody could hear his sobs as he cried himself to sleep.


That had been in September. The first time Father Flanagan had fucked his
ass had been only a week later, and now, in November, Rafe was almost an old
hand at taking the man-sized penis. His own dick sometimes responded by
getting hard, a fact which confused and embarrased him.

At the home front, everything had declined rapidly. His grades had
plummeted, his performance in the wrestling team, always shaky, was
downright lousy, and he was ashamed whenever he met Radu.

There, that was it. The priest had unloaded up Rafe's ass and was getting
dressed again. Then it happened.

"Yaaaah!" came a yell from the door, and in a flash, Radu was hanging round
Father Flanagan's neck, trying to choke him and punch him at the same time.
Rafe hardly understood what had happened, before Radu was whimpering in a
corner. Father Flanagan gathered him up and took him over to Rafe. He held
the two boys' heads close together.

"Now, you two listen to me! If you don't keep your mouths shut and quit
giving me trouble, I'll snap a neck or two here. And believe me, I'm very
serious. You talk, and you die. Understood?"

Both Rafe and Radu nodded.

"Now, go on home, both of you."

During the ten-minute walk, which took twice as long that day, neither boy
spoke. Rafe was astonished that Radu had actually tried to attack the big,
strong man, and both were in shock from the priest's threats.

"Rafael! Get in here now!"

Rafe's dad was in the door, screaming. The boys looked at each other
silently, and Rafe trotted up the steps to his family's house. His dad
pushed him inside and shut the door with a bang.

Rafe stood fearfully in the corridor, waiting for his father to speak. The
man pointed silently up the stairs, and Rafe walked up. Inside his room, his
father shut and locked the door.

Wham! The blow hit Rafe at the side of the head, and sent him to the floor.

"So! This is how you reward us! You're allowed to attend the choir, and you
spend your time fooling around with the neighbor's kid."

Rafe tried to speak, but couldn't get a sound out before his father landed
him a kick to the stomach. He curled up in a ball, trying to protect
himself, but to no avail. The man picked him up and hit him again.

"Father Flanagan called me just fifteen minutes ago and told me he'd found
you and that Yugoslavian brat from next door going down on each other. In
church! What do you have to say for yourself, boy?"

"But, it's not true..." Rafe began.

Slap! Another blow to the head sent him spinning.

"Trying to lie your way out of it, huh? I might have expected as much.
You're no son of mine, I can tell you that.

Now, here's what's going to happen. You will not see the Mirkovic boy again.
Ever. You will leave the choir and the wrestling team. You will come home
directly from school every day and spend your free time in the house. And in
the fall, you're going to military school. Do you understand?" His father
was screaming at him now, his face almost purple with agitation.

Rafe began to cry, which elicited another blow and a kick. Then his father
left the room, locking it from the outside.

After crying for twenty minutes, Rafe was able to stand up and get on the
bed. If he could only talk to his big brother! If only Leo were here! He was
the only person in his family who might understand. His mother was a tender,
loving person, but she never dared to go against his father, but Leo, big,
strong, 20 year old Leo, he would help. But there was no way he could reach
his brother at the college. Not so far away, but still. Rafe had no phone
extension of his own, and he couldn't get out of his room. There was nothing
he could do.

He cried again, but composed himself quickly. There was only one way out of
this. He had thought of it before, but now he really could see no other way.
He felt sorry for his mom, for Leo and for Radu, but there was nothing else.


Leo, November 1985:

"Mom! Dad! What's happened? Is Rafe OK?"

Leo came dashing through the hospital corridor, and stopped in front of his
parents and Father Flanagan, panting.

"Oh, Leonardo!" His mother reached out to caress him, but was swiftly
stopped by his father.

"Your brother was caught in the midst of a despicable act earlier today, and
was duly punished. It seems he chose the coward's way out, and now I'm glad
to be shot of him."

"What?!" Leo was totally confused, and let his eyes roam from one to the
other, trying to figure out what had happened. His mom was crying, the faces
of the two men betrayed nothing.

"Leonardo", the priest began, putting his hands over the boy's shoulders and
leading him away from his parents.

"What happened, Father? Is Rafe all right?"

"I'm afraid not. You see, this evening, he and Radu Mirkovic were caught
having sex with each other in church, after choir practice. I sent them
home, and phoned their parents. Apparently, when his father punished him, it
was too much for Rafael, who took his own life."

"What?" Leo's face was blank, and it was obvious he didn't understand.

"I'm afraid your brother is dead, Leo. And, this being a suicide, the church
can do nothing for him or the family. You know, of course, that suicide is a
mortal sin."

"He's--he's dead. And you're not going to do anything." Leo shook his head in
disbelief.

"I'm sure you understand my position, Leo", said the priest.

Suddenly, Leo felt a violent rage rising up in him.

"My little brother, my twelve year old brother, fooled around with a buddy,
and then you and my dad make sure he killed himself, and you won't do
anything for him or for the family. Why, you..."

Leo swung at the older man, his fist connecting neatly with the priest's
jaw. Father Flanagan was on the floor, shaking his head. Leo fell on him in
a flash, fists pummeling. Almost at once, however, he felt himself being
picked up by two big security guards. He tried to struggle free, but it was
no use. The rage within him was white hot, but there was no way he could get
loose, and in the end he just broke down and wept.

"That does it, kid!" His father was standing before him.

"I told your brother earlier he was no son of mine, and nor are you. You
defend what he did and you attack the priest. Fine, you do that, but don't
expect to find a home in my house anymore. Go, and never let me see you
again!"

Leo got up, never looking at his father or at Father Flanagan. He turned
around, and walked out of the hospital. He didn't see the pain in his
mother's face, the rage in his father's or the smugness in the eyes of the
priest. He never saw his parents again.


Any comments? You can mail me at: einhard@excite.com