Date: Tue, 18 Feb 2020 14:44:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: ozzalone65@aol.com
Subject: Lieutenant Gorham (A Priests Need (4)

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 young 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 (4)

.... Martin wanted to have some more time with Merrem. Maybe next time to
see the man naked. Merrem was a stunning thing after all.
And maybe if they had some more time together he could get something more
out if it. Something 'deeper' and more fulfilling.

"Yes it is soo wrong" he said to himself
"It is a sin to do what we had done"
"If I were found out. I know the punishment would be grave"

His sin would be his downfall. He knew this to be true. The problem was
that he longed for it more than his religion. More than his own breath.
And would Merrem turn him in? He thought.  Would he say that he was
assaulted by Martin and throw him to the guards. Throw him to that huge
frightening looking one. The head guard. Gorham.
His thoughts of being taken from his room ay the temple. The huge beast
of a man that was delicious to him as well. Even more so than Merrem was.
The man coming to his room per the accusations if sin against the church.
How because he was a servant if the church how the sin was far worse.

"You lie to your God!" Would come the curse
"You falsify your beliefs to those that would follow you"
"This is the gravest of sins Martin"
"You must be punished"
"Excommunicated first. Then punished"
"To the highest extent of our laws."

This would be the curse onto him. This would be the decree of the church.
And he would be cast out into the wilderness to fend for himself.
Or maybe worse. Sin of sins by a priest. This could not be tolerated.

"But he would grab me" he said to himself
"Such a huge man if men would grab me"

He pondered what such a man would do to him. Shackles, beatings or worse
again. But to feel that brute of a man on him. What ever way it may be
actually excited him all the more. He reached down and grabbed himself.
Then stroked himself to orgasm. Moaning heavily unto the end.

"Gorham.  Hmm. Gorham!" He cried out as he gave to pleasure
"Such a beast"
"I wish to have you master"

Then he sat back after creating a mess on himself. He then wiped himself
down with a damp cloth. Then re clothed himself and went to go change the
water in his basin and pitcher. He stepped out to go to the conjoined
wash room that was used my all those in this wing of the building. He
stepped into the large room. Then he washed his towels he kept in the
room and then refilled the pitcher and basin.
As he stood there in the room. Someone stepped in. It was an elder
priest. He regarded Martin with a nod.

"Good morning my lord" Martin said with a bow
"Good morning my son" the man said back
"Wash day.?"

Martin nodded in agreement of what he was doing. The priest went into the
atone stall and urinated. Then he came out and washes his hands. He
looked over at Martin as he was finishing up.
"What is your name my son" the priest then asked
"We get soo busy in the church we rarely have time to speak to those who
are soo learning the teachings"
"I want to thank you for joining us in insuring this"
"Yes my lord" Martin said back

The elder priest went on about how all in the village must follow rule
and not deviate from it. For if one soul was to blaspheme against the
church, how others would follow. And how all that they have built up over
the centuries would be lost.
"This we must insure does not happen" he insisted
"So we need more young men like you, good Martin"
"Pass the words you have been taught"
"Make the laymen understand that this rule of law is all we have and must
be for always."

Martin nodded and agreed as the man smiled at him. He placed a hand on
Martin's shoulder and squeezed. Martin then picked up his things and left
the bath. He went down the hall and back to his room.
He went in to his room and closed the door. He then went to bed and
decided to read. So he grabbed the sacred book and read. It wasn't like
there was anything else to read there. They were not allowed while under
the church curriculum. No fairy stories of knights and maidens. Just the
scrolls and the writing from them.
He quickly tired of them and closed the book. Then he pulled the ned
linens up and turned out the lights. He then lay there and waited for
sleep. A sleep that didn't seem to want to come quite yet.

"Ughn. How flustering" he said as he sat up in bed
"I need slumber. But cannot find it".

So he reached over and turned on the lamp again. Then he sat up in bed
looking at the tiny room he was in. It was small. A small rectangle of a
space. It made him think of a cell. Only lighter and with furniture. The
one thing tall window by the bed looking out to an another building. No
real view. And right now it was dark out there. So he could see nothing.
He got up and decided he needed to take a walk. Something to clear his
confused head.
This place was a place of worship. But also seemed a place of hate. And
he didn't understand it. He figured he would walk to the sanctuary abd
pray. Praying in his room certainly wasn't helping him. So he threw on
his robe and opened his door. Then he did talk a walk.
It was very quiet in the place at night. No one seemed to be around. And
he could roam the temple at leisure. He had seen most parts of it upon
his introduction to it when he started this. He headed through the main
corridors with the elaborate paintings and gold doorways. Then passed the
long hall that lead to the one of the small sanctuaries. These were used
for priests to talk to God and for meditation and contemplation.
Something Martin needed to do. He was ever so confused about everything.
Especially desire and the church itself.

"I hope no one is here" he said softly.
"I want time alone"

He stepped into the small sanctuary it was filled with candles that
seemed to be always lit. There were 2 rows of pews and a kneeling bench
before the altar. Flowers and the markings of the ancient scroll upon the
walls behind the altar.
Martin moved to it and knelt down. Clasping his hands together to pray
for guidance in his time of confusion.

"Oh Lord master" he started
"I am torn master"
"So much in my head I do nit understand"
"So much confliction"
"What am I to do my lord"
"Please show me the way".

Martin bowed his head and started to recite quotes from the holy book.
Silently he whispered then to himself. Trying to find solace in them.
Then as he was knelt there in prayer Martin. Thought he heard noises.
Muffled voices beyond the thick walls of the sanctuary. He paused his
prayers and raised his head as he heard it again.

"What is that?" He thought

Then he heard a deep muffled groan. So his curiosity was now peaked. So
Martin got up. His mind needing to know what was going on.
"What is that?" He said again

He went to the wall where the noise was coming from. He moved in closer
and the pressed his ear to the cold wall. He did here conversation. By
the thickness of the wall made it hard to hear words. Just the garbled
sounds of someone talking. Then again someone moaning. Louder now.

"Is someone being punished" he thought aloud. He tried to remember what
was on the other side of that wall. One of the priests offices he then
thought.

"They enjoy making people suffer" he said
"A priest must be it fishing some sinner"

And for a moment he thought of leaving them to their torture. But then
the moan came again louder. And it did not sound as the moan of pain. It
was something entirely different. So he decided to investigate. He left
the sanctuary and turned down the dark corridor to its left. There were
several rooms along the hall he entered. He paused at the first door.
Then he grabbed at the latch and took a deep breath. He slowly turned it
to get the door opened. Then he cautiously and gently pushed the door
opened a crack. He peered into the dimly lit room.

"Ohh my God!" He huffed softly....
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More to come