Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2019 01:14:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: Lieutenant Gorham (A Priests Need (1)

This is a fictional story that is for a character from my current tale
'with the Ramgards' that I have been writing.
A few were taken with the character Gorham. The the village guards
lieutenant that I surmised the hot manly man needed a tale all his own.
It tells of his need to help ypung men escape the clutches of an
intolerant church. And the boys he saves. But this is told at the point
of view of said boys.
There may be man-beasts in this tale. But not the predominant fixtures of
the story. It is for the hot and hairy Gorham

Do enjoy.

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Lieutenant Gorham
(A Priests Need (1)

..... Martin is a young priest of the order in the town of Bardale. A
secluded valley village that sits near a vast forest. This forest pours
out for miles in all directions.
The citizens if Bardale live a simple life and have use of their own
resources. They are but 20 miles west from a vast sea for fishing, large
natural lake on the south corridor if it. Field is wheats and corn to the
east.

So they need not have much trade with any other villages that lay withing
a hundred miles from them. And the inhabitants rarely leave the safe
walls of the villages edges.

"Out there is a brutal world" the priests said
"Deep dark forests and strange creatures"

They spoke of the man beasts that lurked outside of the cities walls.
Many very dangerous creatures. Wolfen, Bearkings and other strange
beasts. The only man beasts allowed to come into the city are the
ramgards.
Even tbough the sacred scrolls mention the dangers of man beasts.
Martin had questioned such an alliance as it does not follow the laws of
their religion. But the religion and its teachings were what drew him to
become a priest. He wanted to know it all. All of the teachings. He felt
somehow it may cleanse his soul. As Martin found it far from perfect.

"I shall become the greatest priest"  he told himself
"I shall interpret the scroll as they should be"
"Not how they have been interpreted for thousands of years"

It was something that he felt needed to be taught. Most of it could not
be as they have been taught.
But moreover Martin needed to quell his demons. And he had many demons. A
whore mother, a brutal father. And his own upbringing and volatile
relationship with the temple.
He needed to cleanse himself first. Cast out his demons as he entered
priesthood. And it did work, for a while at least.

"Yes. This will work" he said to himself

He left his parents home as he entered the church. Stayed in one of the
tiny rooms in the south wing of the temple. And by all means were these
rooms tiny.  There was a small cot to a thin window that looked out into
the main gardens. His cot up against that adjacent wall. There was a
small table next to the bed with with one drawer and a sacred book in
it.
There was a small table and chair against the doors side of the tiny
room.  So he may write notes and a journal he was to keep. There were
small shelves above it to keep pictures or any keepsake you may have. And
between the desk and bed was a small, tall wardrobe for the few items of
clothes they were allowed.

"Such a small space" he remembered saying

There were two others searching for the word that were in the temple
there with him. Both a bit older than he. He was but 17 at the time.
Merrem was the eldest of them and in his 30s. He was a striking man. Long
black hairy and beard. And he always looked very good in his gowns. He
had been therw for near a year now.
Sherm was 23 as he entered several months before Martin. He was a gingery
fellow that was short and overweight. But he was very pleasant. Martin
finding a good companion to go through the lessons with.

"So did you understand that writing?" he would ask his friend
"No. But I am sure we will in time brother" Sherm replied

All was good in his lessons. And save for the sometimes distracting
Merrem, Martin seemed to doing better than he ever had before. Away from
his abusive father and disgusting mother. He was free to be what he
wanted to be. The priest he wanted to be.
He would be able to get passed his strange desires. Yes Martin had
desires. Desires that were considered vile sins according to the
teachings. And Merrem was part of this problem. Tje striking man that was
his lessons mate was a severe problem. For as each day passed on he had
to push back the desires that seemed to grow as he was close to the man.

"It is sin" he would tell himself
"It is sin!"
"I should not have this need"

But it was there. A desire for the other priest. A desire to consume him
sexyally. To taste his flesh, to taste his male sex, his rod. And it grew
harder to not want to jump in him and tear off his garments and feast
upon his manly flesh.
He found himself in his room most days. Looking at his naked body.
Grabbing for his own member and pulling on it as his head saw Merrem.

"He is man." Again he would say
"Not woman"
"It is wrong. It is wrong"

So he tried to ignore the man he desired. Burying himself in his studies.
Trying to not look at the handsome man.
But it was just as he thought that he was doing better, thats when he saw
the huge bear if a man from the guard. It was the first time he saw
Gorham.

"Ohh myy" he huffed in disbelief......

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To be continued