Invitation from Hell

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

He stared at the simple invitation. It was a white note card, addressed to Freshman Taylor, hand delivered as well, and yet he hesitated in opening it. There was nothing simple about it, plain looking it might be, but the golden embossed symbol on the envelope flap, the circular indentation of Sigma Phi Tau was anything but plain.

He was a freshmen, only his fourth day on campus actually and already he knew about the infamous fraternity, that made him shiver. It wasn’t that he opposed pledging to a frat, it was something he had looked forward too simply because of all the encouragements he had gotten from his friends and family.

Yet, in his hand, was an invitation to the one ‘house’ that no one would elaborate on, or even discuss. It was known, and many of those in his freshmen orientation class seemed to all know the house, know that stigma attached to it, yet wouldn’t tell him what it was. Sure, others had been on probation, but this one was different, so they said.

How, he hadn’t tweaked to yet, as no one was willing to discuss it. Some smirked, others got that look in their faces, like you would see in a deer suddenly caught by blinding headlights. In some ways, it excited him, yet for the most part it scared the crap out of him. This was so much different, so much bigger than he was used to.

Back home, High School had been traumatic enough. It meant bussing for nearly 2 hours each day, as his small town couldn’t support its own High School. He and his friends had to get up super early, to do chores then be ready for the bus, just to get to school on time. Coming home meant late supper, after dinner chores down in darkness because of the long bus journey. He didn’t really mind that, but compared to that, coming to College was a huge step forwards.

Least in High School he had friends, people he knew. Here he was a stranger, an interloper who many looked on as just a hick from Dumbsville USA. Okay, so he didn’t have designer clothes, didn’t have a clue what a ‘blackberry’ was, let alone own one. He was not used to all those fancy gadgets everyone seemed to have.

Phones that seemed to do more than just talk on. Phones with cameras, text messages, and even surfing the internet. It all was confusing, as he struggled with some of the terms too, and he felt like everyone kept staring at him. Just because he didn’t have the fancy sneakers, the right shirt with little symbols, or backpack that had the right number of pockets.

He wasn’t a jock either. Another seeming cause for disbelief by some. He might be tall, slender but well built. His arms weren’t flabby, and he was definitely tanned. He had a body that seemed to say ‘jock’ to everyone, though he just never had time for it. Between pitching hay, digging furrows in the ground with the tractor, who had time to spend hours after school playing games? Besides, if he missed the school bus home, it would have meant walking home.

Now he had to decide, would he go to the introduction that the invitation requested, or would he continue to just be a shadow that no one seemed interested in? The jostling, the glares, all made him feel so out of step, so alone, that looking at the white invitation, the well proportioned writing on it, he felt like it was perhaps his only opportunity to fit in, or was it?

One of his roommates at the dorm had already received 8 invitations, though not from Sigma Phi Tau. When he had shown it to Derrick, he had seen his eyes cloud over, his face become stretched even, as he handed it back to Taylor, mumbling nice. He wouldn’t discuss it, but he also noticed how Derrick kept looking at him, when he didn’t think Taylor was noticing.

Shortly after, the others on the floor also kept looking at him weird, and they would quieten down when he walked into a room, as if they didn’t want him to hear. He had no idea why, what the problem was, but he knew it began after he had received this ‘simple invitation’. No one would tell him why, no one would really even talk to him, they would answer him but in a manner that made him feel like he was a leper or something.

Out of curiosity, he had located the Fraternity House. It wasn’t on Frat Row, but off in an out of the way location on campus. Well on the fringes of the campus, but from what he had seen, it looked no different than any of the other fraternity houses, except perhaps being less drab looking, and located out of the way.

His palms were sweaty as he decided to at least go, to at least see for himself what made everyone seem to shy away from even talking about it. He also wanted to find out, why the mention of it made so many look at him differently. Maybe it was a frat house for hicks, or boobs? Even the few who would talk to him, wouldn’t say much, other than ‘if that’s your thing man, go for it’ but never anything more.

The night was rapidly coming, as he walked towards the Frat House. He had decided to take the long way, to go past the other houses, on his way to the other side of the Campus. He saw many from his dorm going into some of the houses along the street, others were sitting out on the porches, drinks in hand, and music blared from just about every one of them.

He stopped at the Student Union building, where he posted his letter to his best friend, Tommy, who had gone off to college in California. He wished he had gone with him, but his family couldn’t afford it. Taylor didn’t know how Tommy’s folks had, but he missed him now. They could share anything it seemed, and he had known Tommy since he was a tyke learning to ride a horse.

Now he was clear across the country, and he missed him deeply. Strange how he felt too, because it never had really dawned on him before now, at how close they had been. They had shared so much, how they had both felt after experiencing their first kiss, their first touch of a female’s breast. Now he had no one to talk with, to share with, and as he walked along the open pathways, he felt himself hesitate, wondering if he had been right in going off to college.

Before he realized it, he was at Sigma Phi Tau. The place was well lit, and yet the path up to the house seemed dark. There was no one outside, not even bright lights along the porch. You could see the lights from the various windows, except the one’s on either side of the massive front doors.

Climbing up the stairs, he was startled to see someone move from out of the shadows. The guy looked huge, bigger than some of those who played linebacker in football. He was in dark clothing, had a look that made him feel like he was about to get throttled if he said the wrong thing. With a trembling hand, he held out the invitation, unable to speak.

The huge man smiled, and opened the door, gesturing for him to step in. He quickly entered, feeling afraid, yet relieved. Stepping in, he didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, and then a man about his size, his build came out from a closed off room. He had a pleasant face, that immediately put him at ease, as he stood there.

‘Hi, I am Ryan’

‘Taylor’

Ryan smiled as he took out a small notebook, and then looked up at Taylor.

‘Looks like you are on my list, why don’t you go up those stairs, turn left, all the way down to the door at the end. Just go on in, and I’ll be up in a minute to explain it all to you. The door has the number 11 on it.’

He did as he was told, and as he climbed the stairs, he kept looking back at Ryan. The guy was good looking, though he tried not to think of that. It had been something he hadn’t even told Tommy about, nor would he ever tell anyone about. Given how people thought back home, he knew he couldn’t tell Tommy. Besides, what could Tommy do, except maybe stop being his friend? That was not something he ever wanted to contemplate, though as he walked down the hall, he wondered if maybe now he could tell him? After all, it wasn’t like they were back at home, or would see each other anytime soon, so maybe he could?

Walking into the room, he saw a typical bedroom, more like his own back home, except for the posters. No huge posters of the latest female sensations, but instead pictures of men. It was interesting as he walked around, staring at the various faces and figures that adorned Ryan’s wall.

There was one, that made him stop and gawk at. A poster for Calvin Klein, that gave him an instant hard on. He had seen that ad, briefly before his mother had shut the television set off. It had given him strange dreams for over a week, now here was a poster from that ad, and he knew he would have those dreams again. His hand moved down to his crotch, rubbing it a little, then feeling guilty as he turned to make sure he had closed the door.

The door opened, surprising him and he quickly turned around. He noticed Ryan as he came in, at how he looked at him, checking him out, or so it seemed. He felt strangely uneasy as he stood there, waiting for him to speak. He had to admit, the guy seemed nice enough. He had nice long hair, his mouth had a thin pale color to it, and his nose seemed a bit on the small side, though you could see it had been broken from the uneven line of the bridge. The eyes, they seemed to be daunting, as he looked away from Ryan, feeling he was under inspection.

‘Relax Taylor, we don’t bite, least I don’t.’

Taylor didn’t know why, but he still felt uncomfortable, despite Ryan’s attempt at putting him at ease. He didn’t know why, but he could feel himself tremble a little as he stood there.

‘So, I see you got our invitation.’

‘Uh yeah, I did.’

‘And?’

‘I don’t, I mean uh, why? Sorry, I mean to uh… this is all different, strange, you know?’

‘Yes, I guess it can be. Do you know anything about us? Our history or anything?’

‘No’

‘You considering any of the other frat houses?’

‘Huh? No, no it isn’t that. I mean, to be honest, no one else asked, so I sort of, I mean uh…’

‘I see’

‘I don’t, sorry, this is all confusing, no one will tell me about this fraternity, and when I mention it, I uh.. I mean they uh…’

Taylor watched Ryan sit down on his bed, and look at him. His eyes were searching him, which he found disquieting. It was like an inspection for something that he hadn’t a clue about. It was more than that, and while most of him felt uneasy, part of him felt a bit flattered. Ryan was pleasant to look at, which troubled him. Last thing he wanted was to give a wrong impression, yet as he glanced up at Ryan, he felt a sort of bond, a sort of strange connection, as if Ryan could read his thoughts.

‘Do you want to join a fraternity? Any fraternity?’

‘I think so… seems a good way to find friends.’

‘It is, though it’s a bit more than just casual friendship, it’s a lot more actually. In fact, that’s how we got your name.’

‘I don’t, how? I mean who?’

‘Friend of yours, from your home town, he’s given us your name, a Tommy?’ Ryan peered down at some notes, and then looked back up. ‘Yes a Tommy, Tommy Winters, you know him?’

‘Tommy? But he’s in California, I don’t know why he…’

‘He’s pledged our chapter out there, and recommended you’

‘I see, so uh, what’s next then? I mean if Tommy, uh, I mean…’

‘You trust this Tommy? He’s more than just a friend?’

Taylor felt suddenly on edge. The way he said ‘more than just a friend’ had his mind feeling uncertain, cautious. Looking at Ryan, he couldn’t see any signs of danger, signs of being set up for something.

‘We grew up together, best friends is all, why?’

‘No reason, uh, you know nothing about us?’

‘No’

‘You know about pledging to a fraternity?’

‘Sort of, there is some silly stuff or such, nothing that is uh, too weird, or such.’

‘Well it is supposed to be that, though I guess it’s a matter of opinion on what is silly, what isn’t.’

‘I see.’

‘Don’t think so, but the key is that what goes on here, stays here. We don’t talk about it, and we keep it among ourselves, even those who don’t make the initiation. Think you can agree to that?’

‘I think so.’

‘Not good enough Taylor. Sorry but you have to be definite. In fact, we require a signed statement to that effect, we even have a lawyer who you have to see, to sign the statement in front of.’

‘Seems bit uh, scary. I mean, I don’t know anything about you or this fraternity. No one seems to want to tell me, including you, but I have to agree to say nothing, when I don’t know nothing. I don’t know… I mean, my daddy, he told me, never sign anything without reading it.’

‘Haha, fair enough Taylor. Naturally you get to read the statement, the question is, are you willing to sign such a statement, once we do explain more of what we are about?’

‘Yeah, I mean, doesn’t seem like that would be a problem, just all seems so, legal. Makes me nervous, coming from where I do.’

‘There is an initiation process, called ‘hell week’ but in all fairness, we take a different approach. All of our ‘hazing’ is done in house, we don’t make you walk around campus in dresses, or do stupid stunts like run a bra up a flagpole, or any of that stuff the other’s do. Okay?’

‘So far. I guess so.’

‘There are only five invitations given out this year, one has already refused, which leaves four, including you. For the next week, you will live here, we have two guest rooms, you will share with one of the other pledges. Clear so far?’

‘Yes’

‘Good, you can leave anytime, if we aren’t your cup of tea, we don’t make you stay. You can leave anytime, but whatever goes on up to then, it stays here, is that clear?’

‘yes’

‘We aren’t sicko’s, we don’t go in for binge drinking, drugs, or any of that shit. You do any drugs Taylor?’

‘huh? No, no I don’t, I mean okay, smoked some pot a few times, but nothing else.’

‘Drink?’

‘Beer, now and then. Tommy and I would have a few on a weekend, after chores or something.’

Until then, Ryan was checking off stuff on a list he had out on his lap. As he mentioned Tommy his head perked up, and he stared at Taylor in an odd way. He felt like maybe he had said something wrong, or too much even. But Ryan didn’t comment on that, but turned back to look at his list.

‘You a virgin?’

‘What? I uh, geez, no.’

‘Had a recent AIDS test?’

‘I use condoms , I don’t understand, uh, that’s uh.. I mean…’

‘No is your answer?’

‘Yes, I mean no I haven’t had an AIDS test.’

These questions were making him uncomfortable. He could feel the sweat beading up on his forehead, not to mention that he was certain he was blushing. Ryan wasn’t saying much, but he did give him a strange look from under his eyes, as if he was not giving the right answers. His palms were sweaty, as he stood there.

‘you a registered voter?’

‘Back home, when I turned 18, yes, I registered.’

‘Democrat or Republican?’

‘Independent, but uh…’

‘Relax, just routine questions, nothing to get nervous about.’

He licked his lips, feeling very uncomfortable. Then too, he couldn’t help but notice how Ryan sat on the bed, how his legs were spread apart, feet planted firmly on the floor. But it was his groin that seemed to draw Taylor’s eyes, even though he tried not to look.

‘Signed up for any clubs on campus?’

‘No, not yet.’

‘Off campus?’

‘Huh? No, just trying to find where all my classes are is enough for now.’

‘Heavy class load this term?’

‘I suppose’

‘What about fags?’

His eyes popped open, and he looked up, to stare into Ryan’s face. He had put his pen down, and was looking at him. Taylor felt the perspiration dripping off his face, as he tried to figure out why he was being asked that.

‘I don’t uh, I mean, it uh…’

‘You against them, hate them, okay with them, which?’

‘I don’t hate anyone, I uh, I never uh, never thought about it. I guess I am okay, that’s an odd question.’

‘Not really. So you aren’t gay?’

‘WHAT? I mean… Uh, I don’t think, that isn’t anyone’s, uh no, no I am not, I uh, you are confusing me, what kind of place is this? Next you going to uh ask me what religion I am? I uh, I don’t think that uh…’

‘If you’re okay with Gays, why are you so upset?’

‘I don’t like being accused of, it’s no one’s business.’

‘Then why did Tommy recommend you to us?’

‘Huh? I don’t, what does Tommy have to do, what? I don’t…’

‘We are a gay fraternity, haven’t you figured that out?’

‘no’

He realized now why everyone in his dorm looked at him weird, why they grew quiet when he entered the room. He had been invited to join a queer fraternity, and so they thought he had to be gay too. It was making him shake as he looked at Ryan, whose face showed no emotion, not a hint at what he might be thinking.

How dare Tommy do this to him, he thought, as he tried to figure out what he should do. Part of him seemed to want him to listen, while his instincts were telling him to turn around and leave, as fast as he could run. He could go back to his dorm, explain he had no idea it was a gay frat house, that he had left, tearing up his invitation. It would work, they would believe him.

It could get him into another frat house too, though he knew that was a slim chance. They seemed to know, and deep down, he sort of did too. Still, Tommy recommending him, but then it hit him. Tommy had pledged to the house where he was, which had to mean that Tommy was gay. Why the fuck hadn’t he ever told him? Did he think he would turn on him?

Taylor felt his head swimming, as he thought about it all. He looked around, and saw a chair by the desk. Glancing at Ryan, he saw him nod and he pulled the chair out, to sit on it. Tommy was gay, and he had never known it. Yet, thinking about it now, he had to have known, just as Tommy obviously knew about him. Shit, if he hadn’t been so worried about how Tommy would take it, of how he might blab it all over, maybe things would have been different between them.

‘I didn’t, uh, I mean… Tommy, he is?’

‘You didn’t know?’

‘No, not uh, we never uh talked about it.’

‘But you are, you like guys, right?’

‘I don’t, I mean… I uh…’

He felt like he didn’t know Tommy, and yet as he thought back, at the stuff they had done together, it sort of fit. The way they would talk about girls, the way they would jerk off on the weekends, talking about girls. Yet he had been thinking about Tommy, without letting on. Now maybe Tommy had been thinking of something else, or someone else, and it wasn’t the girls.

It was too much, yet when he stared over at Ryan, there was something in his eyes, something in his face, that made him realize it wasn’t a put on, a joke. If it was, it was fucking cruel, but how would he know about Tommy if it wasn’t true? Still, Tommy telling these guys, coming out to them, and not him?

In a strange way, he felt like Tommy had betrayed him, and let him down. In another way he realized it was probably the only way his real feeling would come out. Tommy was never one for saying how he felt, just as he wasn’t. It was things guys didn’t do, least not back home. Maybe that is why he had pushed so hard to go to California, to take the razzing from the other’s at school, so he could open up, be what he was.

But why hadn’t he told him? Ryan wasn’t pushing, just looking at him, and as he glanced over, feeling all those different emotions, he still found his eyes checking Ryan out. Even under all this pressure, this news, he could feel himself wondering about Ryan, wondering what kind of dick he had, or how it tasted. He always wondered about that, what a cock would taste like, feel like to his touch.

‘You want to think it over?’

He glanced up, to see Ryan staring directly at him, and as his eyes met Ryan’s, he saw him glance down, saw him check him out, just as he had been doing. He felt flushed, his face growing red as he knew Ryan had seen him looking. His pulse was a bit fast as he tried to think, tried to see if this was a game, a form of humiliation.

What if Tommy had recommended him, but it wasn’t to a gay frat, but some other type, and this was their test, their way of elimination of undesirable pledges? He had heard of how some initiations were downright nasty, but that usually involved booze, drugs, but he had no one to talk to, to discuss it with.

‘I don’t know, maybe.’

‘Well, I hope you decide to try, I am kind of looking forward to being your Pledge Master’

‘You? I mean, what would I have to do?’ Taylor couldn’t help it, but he looked at Ryan’s crotch, noticing the bulge. It made him quickly look back up, but his glance hadn’t gone unnoticed.

‘Sorry, not until you sign the pledge, after meeting with the lawyer, and move your stuff in, then, well then you’ll find out all the details. Not until then.’

‘Not even a hint? I mean, this is all so, uh, so out of the blue. I mean Tommy gay, I didn’t even, I mean I didn’t even think there were gay fraternities.’

‘We don’t generally advertise it, see that poster, the one of the guy in underwear?’

‘Yeah’

‘He was a member before he struck it rich in advertising.’

‘Oh’

‘He had his first gay experience during initiation. Lots of firsts, if you decide to try out. Choice is yours, but I’ll tell you this.’

‘what?’

‘I think you will be glad to pledge to us, and I’ll go one further, I think I will enjoy helping you feel that way, and I know the other’s will too.’

‘Others? I uh, I just, when do I have to decide?’

‘The lawyer is in the common room, now, he can go through all that legal stuff now, and you can either agree, or take tonight to think about it. Or you can decide and just come on back up here.’

Taylor closed the double sliding doors, and stared up at the long stairway, and then over towards the front door. The lawyer had scared him, the way he talked about what would happen if he ever revealed what went on here, or even if ever mentioned the names of those he met. It was like watching a court show on television, where the lawyer starts off nice, then suddenly is screaming at you, accusing you of all sorts of stuff.

He had signed the agreement, though he didn’t understand most of what it said. He knew that whatever he heard here, saw here, he couldn’t tell anyone. Not a living soul, even a partner, or brother or anyone. He knew too, they meant what they said.

Standing there, he wanted to just open the big doors and run back to the dorm, but the vision of Ryan, of maybe seeing him naked, held him there. It had been like that with Tommy too. Having a swimming hole had been a godsend, and he had managed, early on, to see what Tommy looked like naked. It was that same itch, desire, that he now felt for Ryan, but no swimming hole to help.

Every part of him, from his wildly beating heart, to his confused mind, was telling him to run, to leave, but the semi hard dick in his pants was urging him upstairs. He couldn’t explain it, but he wanted to be a part of this, deep down inside he knew it, if he could only have the guts to climb the stares.

Another young man came out from one of the rooms, spotted him standing there and smiled at him. He went past, heading out the door and as he did, Taylor could smell his cologne. It was the same stuff Tommy used, and as he walked out the door, Taylor couldn’t help but stare at his rump. It wasn’t as cute as Tommy’s, but it was firm, well proportioned. It was also making him horny, just as seeing Tommy’s behind would arouse him.

He turned around and headed up the stairs. There was no turning back now, he thought as he knocked on the door with the number 11 on it. It opened, and there was Ryan, grinning and shirtless. It made him break out into a sweat, as he couldn’t help but admire the firm chest, the protruding pecs, and the soft golden hue of his skin.

‘Signed the pledge? No regrets?’

‘No, guess not. So uh, now what? Do I have to drink a gallon of beer, eat some goldfish? I uh.. sorry, I guess I am nervous’

‘Told you, we don’t do that crap. Close the door.’

Taylor did as he was told, and then turned around, noticing the hardened look Ryan gave him. He felt a bit apprehensive now that he had taken that first step as well as from the cold tone of voice that Ryan had used.

‘Okay, we begin now, but first, you can always stop, but remember if you do, if you say ‘no’, then it is over. There are no second chances, so make sure you mean ‘no’, got it?’

‘yes’

‘Good, second point. From now until the end of ‘hell week’ you will end any answer to me, or to any of the other brother’s here with the word ‘sir’. Is that understood?’

“yes… sir’

Ryan smiled as he moved away and sat over at the chair that Taylor had used earlier. He stared over at Taylor, a glint in his eyes, as he looked hard at him.

‘Good, you can get your stuff from the dorm after dinner. Now, first order of business, get naked pledge.’

Taylor stared at Ryan. He didn’t know if it was a joke or not, but then searching his expression, he knew it was for real. He wanted to say something, but the look told him to either do it, or it would be over, right then and there. He swallowed, trying to control his fear, his nervousness as his hand moved and began to unbutton his shirt.

He could feel the eyes watching every move, every flick of his fingers, as they undid the buttons, opening his shirt. Slowly he let it fall off his shoulders, then he kicked off his sneakers, feeling the cold hardwood floor through his socks. He bent down, taking each one off, placing them in the sneakers.

Standing up, he felt his body shudder, as he saw Ryan staring at him, saw him watching his every move. He let his hand move to his pants, to struggle with the button. It took a few tries, until it popped open, and then he unzipped the pants. Taylor hesitated for a second, as he opened the pants, and pushed them down his body. His legs felt the rooms coolness, and the tiny hairs on his legs stood up straight.

His hands hesitated on the waistband of his underwear, as he looked down at the floor. He had heard the small sucking in of air, when he had pulled his pants down. He knew his cock was nearly fully erect, and that it was outlined clearly in his shorts. The feeling of being so exposed made him shake, as he rarely had been naked in front of other men. Glancing upwards, he saw Ryan’s face, saw his eyes staring right at his bulging crotch.

It made him feel so alone, so vulnerable, and yet also excited. Really was an odd combination, as it looked like Ryan really enjoyed seeing his bulge. It was almost like admiration, and as he struggled to grab hold of the waistband, he realized it was a similar look that Tommy used to have.

Carefully he pushed the shorts down, his eyes trying not to watch, but his curiosity was too intense. He wanted to know, needed to know, what Ryan thought of him. As the underwear slid down, as his cock began to appear, he saw Ryan’s eyes widen. Saw him lick his lips, and realized that Ryan was becoming excited by his disrobing.

At last his cock was free, and as he knew, it was erect. It stuck out, pointing at Ryan. Standing upright, he stared at the floor first, then over to Ryan. He had to see, and wasn’t disappointed. Ryan had one hand over his own crotch, and was slowly moving it across, rubbing himself.

‘Very nice Pledge Taylor, but you took too long. Do you know what that means?’

‘No, uh, no Sir.’

Ryan stared up at Taylor, a small smile on his face. He was pleased by Taylor’s answer, which made Taylor feel strangely pleased with himself.

‘It means pledge Taylor that you need to be punished. Think you can handle that pledge Taylor?’

Taylor looked at Ryan. He had felt nervous when Ryan had spoken about punishment. All sorts of things raced through his mind, but the way Ryan looked at him, gave him courage. For whatever reason, he felt like he wanted to please Ryan, no matter the cost.

‘I uh, I think so… Sir’

The warm grin that crossed Ryan’s face made Taylor feel better, less apprehensive. He saw Ryan signal him to come closer, and as he walked forward, there was no mistaking the look in his eyes, as they stared at his hard cock swaying to his motion. It was just how Tommy looked, he thought, as he stood right in front of Ryan.

‘Good, now you will lay across my lap, pledge, and I will teach you why you need to move faster when your Master commands you to do something.’

His eyes blinked for a moment, as he watched Ryan move his hands out of the way. Glancing down he couldn’t help but notice the firm bulge in the crotch and he smiled as he stretched out across the lap of Ryan. He felt his cock pushing up into Ryan’s inner leg, but he also felt the hard bulge in his belly.

It was different, unique and something that somehow felt just right. Nothing in his past had prepared him for that feeling, which seemed to make him quiver a bit, as he felt Ryan’s hand run down his lower back. The touch of his hand made him sigh a little, as he felt the muscles inside tense.

The sudden feeling of pain, the sound that echoed in the room startled him. He felt his buttocks tingle as he realized he had just been spanked with the palm of the hand that only seconds before was caressing his back. He cried out, instinctively. The room was suddenly filled with a pall of fear, of trepidation as he felt the warmth creeping up his body.

The second whack on his bottom was harder, if possible. He felt himself bite off a cry of pain, felt his teeth crush into his lower lip as the pain lanced upwards, along his whole back. Tears were suddenly welling up in his eyes, as he felt himself squirm on Ryan’s lap. He also felt the stiff cock digging into his belly, a suddenly comforting feeling.

The time seemed to just stand still, endless as once more the room grew silent. Then it came, this time he heard the air moving, as the hand was raised upwards, then come crushing down onto his buttocks. The sting hurt, and it made him bite harder on his lip, as he was determined to not let it make him cry out. The pain was short lived, as he lay there, waiting for the next blow.

Each blow seemed to take an eternity to come. Each one carefully placed, carefully delivered, that made him rock each time the palm of Ryan’s hand came down across his bare buttocks. His body tensed to the sound of the air moving from the motioning hand. His nerves tingled in anticipation, as each blow was about to be landed.

His cheeks grew hot, he could feel the warmth invading him all over. The strange sensation of pain seemed to immediately be followed by a sense of exhilaration he couldn’t explain. It was arousing, making him wish that Ryan was naked beneath him, that the feeling of Ryan’s cock into his belly was flesh on flesh. Each blow to his buttocks made him jump, made him begin to moan too, as he could feel his own cock twitching, growing harder with each whack.

Every part of his body seemed more in tune with the other parts. His mind seemed able to pick out the warm glowing feeling, from the hard stinging pain that travelled in advance. His cock felt like it was on fire, which his mind seemed to sense. The urge to try and reach down, to grab it was unbearable, yet he stayed in the prone position, waiting for the next blow.

He could hear Ryan’s shallow breathing, as he continued to strike at Taylor’s now red cheeks. Taylor felt the tears running down his face by the time Ryan had spanked him for the tenth time. The pain felt more intense, though it didn’t last as long before he felt the pleasure. His body squirmed and Ryan had to grab hold of his hips, to pull his body back over his lap.

Each time Ryan’s hand came down, he felt his cock jerk, felt it stiffen even more. He could feel the blood rushing through his cock, feel his balls ache in a way he had never felt before. They shook with each powerful whack that crossed his cheeks. His legs were numb, and all he could think of was how good it would feel to cum , to feel his cum splatter across Ryan’s body.

He knew it was wrong, or thought it was wrong, yet as each blow came to him, each sound of the his hand hitting his cheeks echoed in the room, he felt himself get more excited, more aroused than anything else. His body was trembling as the fourteenth blow came down, across both of his cheeks. His whole body shook to the force of the blow, and he cried out, but not from the pain.

His balls were torturing him, as they swayed from side to side, his cock pressed forward up against Ryan’s legs. He felt the pant legs rubbing his cock head, felt the pleasure it was giving him, and he shut his eyes. Afraid he would lose control, knowing he was already losing control.

The next whack was quicker in coming, and yet the hand lingered this time. The palm of the hand lay flat across one of his burning cheeks, and he moaned softly, enjoying the touch, the simple feel of warmth that now enveloped his whole body. His arms dangled down, his legs were numb, as he felt his body arch up, to feel more of the hand on his buttocks. His cock was like a raging inferno, desperate for attention, and yet he couldn’t reach it, couldn’t even think of how to touch himself.

He felt the legs under him move, felt the one leg that had been rubbing his cock head move inwards more. They were no longer spread far apart, but closer. It made him feel the hard bulge in Ryan’s pants more, feel it press firmer into his belly.

The hand moved off his cheek. Taylor heard himself moan for it to stay, but it didn’t. He could hear the air move, as the hand was raised up, and he felt his cheeks clench. Taylor felt his whole body tense up, knowing another whack was about to be administered. He felt his buttocks rising up, wanting it, desperate even for it. His eyes were shut tight as he moaned in anticipation.

The hand was coming down, he could feel it and he bit his lower lip as the palm of the hand crashed down onto his upraised buttocks. It made his body fall down, hard into Ryan’s lap. He felt the hard cock press into his belly, felt his balls suddenly explode. He couldn’t hold back, as the head of his cock was rocketed forward, into the inner side of Ryan’s leg.

The press of his cock along the pants, made him shake, made his head swim as he felt the rolling explosion go up his spine. His eyes seemed to be blinded as brilliant flashes of lights crossed his vision. The pain in his head was intense, as he felt the waves of pain, felt them mingle with the explosion from deep inside of his body. His cock reared back, and then was stretching forward. His cock head was on fire, as he felt the orgasm, felt his cock shooting his milk, knowing it was splattering along Ryan’s leg.

Taylor heard Ryan’s groan. He felt the body beneath him stiffen, felt it tremble as he continued to spurt, to splash Ryan’s leg with his cum. His heart was pounding and all he could hear in his ears was the roar of his heart. The rush of air, as his lungs were threatening to explode along with the rest of him. His whole body was shaking, as his cock reared back, then shot forward again, and again.

He cried out, his release too much to hold back. Ryan’s own voice was off in a distance, as the roar in his ears was overpowering. Taylor could feel his body sag, feel his panting lungs as his body was spent, no longer able to support its elation.

He felt Ryan’s legs go limb. He felt the knees slide down, as he stretched out. He was panting, almost as hard as Taylor, and he tried to stay on Ryan’s lap. The press from Ryan’s crotch was less than before, and he was certain he could feel a wetness around one spot, as he tried to collect his breath, as they both tried.

Slowly he felt his strength returning, and he managed to turn his face enough to catch a glimpse of Ryan’s face. He saw the cheeks were hollow, as Ryan was trying to suck in more air. His eyes were dull, sweat was dripping off his forehead unheeded, just as it was on his own.

‘you can get off pledge’ rang softly in his ears, as he slowly lifted himself off. He was unsteady but managed to stand at last, as he could now look down at Ryan. He saw the wet stain across the crotch, then noticed the long trails of wetness across the pant leg. He could see its dull grey color against the darker blue of the jeans.

Turning, he stared at Ryan who managed a small smile, as his chest still was heaving. Ryan pointed to the bed, indicating he could sit there, which he gratefully did. He leaned back on the bed for a moment, before propping himself back up, so he could gaze at Ryan.

They looked at each other for what seem ages. Ryan’s eyes kept holding Taylor’s. They looked into him, with a semi glazed look that seemed to make Taylor think of Tommy only briefly. He had seen that look once or twice when they had jerked off together, and yet it was also different. There was no question, no worry about being caught that made Taylor slowly relax.

The sound of a loud bell startled him as he looked towards the door. Then he looked back at Ryan, who was grinning, as he spoke.

‘That’s the dinner bell, I think we both deserve some food, let’s go pledge.’

Taylor grinned back, realizing how hungry he suddenly was. He got up, and went to pick up his clothes, when Ryan’s voice stopped him cold.

‘No, you go as you are pledge. In fact, only when you are leaving the house to go to classes, or outside, you will be dressed as you are now, is that clear pledge Taylor?’

Taylor dropped his pair of shorts, and stared briefly at the door, then over at Ryan. He saw his eyes, felt the tingling still from his buttocks, as he smiled back. He no longer felt afraid, or different either. He had found his home, and wanted to just enjoy it He’d have to call Tommy later, but for now he just wanted some dinner.

‘YES SIR’ was all he said, as he opened the door, his cock stirring.

Kyle

Tuesday December 23^rd

The falling snow was slowly piling up and he could hear the rest of the guys laughing as they all headed off into the darkness of the coming night. They had met at the park earlier to goof around and just enjoy a weekend off. School was winding down for the coming holidays and they were all talking about what they hoped they’d get for Christmas. The group of them had sat around a bit talking about things teenagers always talked about. Don was bragging about how he got to feel up Sherry’s boobs last night at the lookout and Russ had cracked them up when he asked if Don was sure it was Sherry’s boobs and not the air bag.

He laughed with the rest as Don chased Russ around threatening him with unspeakable bodily harm though they all knew that it was just a joke. He listened as Keith told them how Becky was insisting on him coming for dinner Christmas eve and how he was resisting, afraid of old man Withers and his famous cross examinations of young boys that dated his daughter. Johnny talked about how he had fled the Withers home when he had dated Becky for a week, afraid that old man Withers would frisk him and find the condom he kept in his back pocket.

It was when Kevin started to relate his own experiences with Becky that Kyle felt the lump in his throat and the sudden flush that seemed to always come to him whenever Kevin was around. He hated listening to Kevin talk about the girls he was dating and it had taken him a long time to realize that he had a crush on the guy.

At first it had terrified him and had made him quake with fear but he couldn’t shake how he felt. Kevin wasn’t exactly gorgeous, least not like the models in the magazine he had stashed up on his shelf in his closet. Kevin had a pudgy nose from being broken a few times and his chin was hard and there was this one dark hair that curled up around the corner of one side of his mouth. He had longish brown hair that curled inwards just under his ears but as much as Kyle hated to admit it, he found himself constantly fantasizing about being with Kevin.

He knew inside that nothing could ever come of his thoughts still it had passed a lot of time at night when the guys in the magazines couldn’t hold his attention. Funny how he could sometimes get off on flipping those pages but lately it kept turning to images of Kevin. He knew from the locker room that Kevin wasn’t exactly hung either and he had sneaked a few looks that assured him that his own dick was bigger than Kevin’s. Still he couldn’t help but think about him, about how he would feel if he could just let his fingers run across that piece of meat.

It was getting harder for him to control himself and he could feel the bulge growing in his jeans as he sat there listening to Kevin talk about his brief date with Becky. Kyle kept his eyes focused on Kevin as he watched his mouth move and the way his face seemed so animated as he described the way she liked to kiss. God to think of how it would be if it was his mouth on Kevin’s instead of Becky’s made him shift a little. No one noticed gratefully and he knew that he would have to watch himself, for fear of letting on that he was interested in something other than Kevin’s stories.

Sitting there he wished things would be different but he knew that there just wasn’t anything he could do about it. He felt the way he did no matter what he had tried to do to ignore it. He was gay or so he figured and he felt the pain that thought kept bringing to him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to hide the feelings that kept coming to him or to try and get rid of them. He had dated girls and while he enjoyed going to the dances with them, enjoyed even talking with them he never could feel that physical desire that his friends always talked about. He never got a boner when slow dancing even when he had scored dating Crystal.

She was by far the most popular girl in school and he had managed to get a few dates with her. Funny how that had worked out but then again being the quarterback of the team hadn’t hurt his chances either. He was popular and had done okay. It wasn’t that they had won the state or anything but still for that brief time when it was football season he was top dog on campus and in town. Crystal had chased him and he realized now that it was because he was the popular boy of the time. Now she was dating Nate because he was captain of the basketball team and that was how it went.

He really hadn’t mind her breaking up with him either. It had gotten him a hug from Kevin which only made him realize how much more he preferred a guy than a girl. Oh he had tried to get fresh with Crystal, as his mother would call it, but she was much better at deflecting his half hearted sexual advances than he was in offering them. He wondered if he had tried harder if he would have gotten further but then he never really had wanted to get any further than he had. Besides he had to admit, the touch of her breast against his hand didn’t do much for him compared to the occasional slap on the back from Kevin did.

The snow had come then, slowly at first and then it began to just come down in huge flakes. They had raced around the park tossing snowballs at each other or whoever got in the way and in minutes they were all drenched from the wet snow that kept piling up on the ground. It felt good to be alive he thought as finally darkness had settled in and it became obvious that they would have to head home. He wished he could have stayed there but he knew too that his mother would throw a fit if he was late.

Walking home he felt a chill creep in but he chalked up to the wetness and cold air that swirled around him. Stomping his feet to get the snow off as he trudged home made him hesitate a bit. He couldn’t explain it but he felt sad and slightly hesitant. Maybe it was that tomorrow he would be 17 or maybe it was that Christmas was also tomorrow which meant presents but also meant a round of church functions. He didn’t mind Church too much except for the Priest. Pastor George was new to the town and something about him made Kyle squirm at times. He didn’t know what it was but he didn’t like the man but his mother thought he was the next coming or something. The way she seemed to beam when he spoke and how she always seemed so giddy after shaking hands with him after the services.

Even his father seemed to like the guy and most of the other people in church seemed to enjoy him. Church was a lot fuller on Sundays since he had come to town but Kyle wasn’t sure why he didn’t like him. Maybe it was the way he would rail against things every Sunday, telling everyone how the world was slowly going to the Devil and how it was their duty to fight the evil. It made sense in some ways but there was something more to it, something that nagged at him which only made him squirm more in Church. His mother had already reprimanded him a few times on it but he couldn’t help it, the guy made him jittery.

It could be because of his sermon against Gay’s that first Sunday last year when he had come to town. He felt like the man was always looking down at him when he had called them evil, had called them the demon seed of Satan himself. He didn’t know much about that except that it scared him. He knew he was having those thoughts and he was certain that somehow Pastor George knew and was directing his sermon at him. He never could shake that feeling each time he met the man.

Even shaking his hand after the service had made him break out in a cold sweat as if just touching the man’s hand would make him fry or something. He knew that it was dumb and that there was no way anyone in town could know about what he felt, still it was something that kept him awake some nights. More often lately too as he kept getting these feelings about Kevin.

Kyle knew it was dumb and even irrational, still it bugged him. He wished he would be attracted to someone other than Kevin too because Kevin was a pig about sex. He was always bragging about his dates and about how he loved to steal his father’s playboy or hustler magazines and jerk off to the pictures. Worse was how Kevin would always bring the latest issues to school and everyone would congregate around Kevin at lunch to glare at the centerfolds and make their lewd remarks. Everyone had to comment and he hated it when he would have to say something, though he had to admit Kevin rarely asked him too.

His mind was lost in thought as he opened his front door and he didn’t even realize how quiet the house seemed as he holler hello and took his wet boots off. As taught he hung his jacket up on the peg and stuffed his gloves into the side pocket and walked into the rest of the house, the silence finally intruding on his thoughts of Kevin and life.

With a strange sense of foreboding he walked into the living room to see his parents seated on the couch. He started to smile and ask what was up when he saw the look on their faces as he had come into the room. His mother’s face was stained with tears but more than that there was an angry look in her eyes that halted his progress into the room. He felt a chill run up his spine as he quickly looked over at his father to see his face ashen and his eyes red rimmed as if he too had been crying. For a second he thought that something had happened to Kerry but as his eyes moved around the room he knew that it was something much worse.

The room was immaculate as it always was but even the decorations that hung from the fireplace and around the room seemed suddenly very cold and forbidding as his eyes swept the room for some hint of what was wrong. It was then that his eyes fell onto the coffee table. His heart skipped a few beats as he saw the glossy coated covers of several magazines sprayed across the normally austere mahogany coffee table. They were his men magazines and he could see the one that only last night had brought him some comfort. The young looking model who had eyes that had sparkled and had intrigued him no end during the night and even had intruded on his dreams of Kevin was there now, staring up at him accusingly and he felt the lump in his throat as he looked to his parents. They had found them and he felt the panic rising up inside as he stared at them, the anger in his mother’s eyes slowly growing across her entire face as she suddenly spoke to him.

These are yours?

The words were said with such coldness that he felt the chill through his whole body as his face grew whiter and his breathing grew harder to control. His worst fears were suddenly there in front of him in the faces of his parents.

Yes but…

But? But nothing, how could you Kyle? How?

I… I mean I…

You know what this means don’t you?

She wasn’t even going to give him a chance to explain he thought. For a minute or two he thought she was going to stand up and slap him as he noticed how her hand kept clenching, her jaw growing even tighter as she struggled for control. It was a side of his mother that he never thought existed as he tried to look anywhere but at her or at his father. It was all too much and he felt the tears slowly beginning to trickle down his face as he listened to her harsh sounding voice echo in his ears.

Uh, I…

You are damned, you know that? Your life is not only ruined but your soul is damned forever, for what? For some cheap horrible evil perversion? How could you Kyle? Your father and I, didn’t you even think about us? What this would do to us?

He felt like a sledge hammer was attacking him. The way she seemed to actually be taking pleasure in his discomfort. He could see the light in her eyes as she spouted that religious mumbo jumbo. Didn’t she think he had thought about it? Didn’t she think he had spent countless hours wishing he didn’t feel this way? It wasn’t like he woke up one day feeling this way but he just couldn’t hide it anymore, at least not from himself.

The pain inside was tearing him apart but it was the fear that kept him standing, kept him from looking her squarely in the eyes. He just couldn’t bear to see her face, to see that disappointment that he knew was there. His father wasn’t any better as he shuffled his feet a little, feeling trapped in a mess he didn’t know how he even got into never mind get out of.

It isn’t what you think, I mean…

It isn’t? You have this filth in your room, this and other… other horrible things, how could you Kyle? We taught you better than this, how could you?

Mom it …

Don’t call me Mom…

It was like a knife had suddenly been thrust into his heart. He felt the pain race thru his whole body as she spat the words out at him. In that instant he felt like he was alone, as if his whole world had suddenly been extinguished in some giant fireball. The pain was almost too much as the tears now streamed down his face, his mind unable to stop them or to halt the sudden trembling of his body.

Constance, please, you are upset, we both are, at least let the boy speak.

How can you be so calm Howard? Doesn’t this… this evil scare you? I know it scares me, I can’t believe it, Kyle, why? Where did you…

Constance it scares me too but maybe he has an explanation, let him speak.

Fine, you heard your father Kyle, well? These are yours, aren’t they?

Yes, but it isn’t… I mean…

What? You going to tell us that you were just experimenting? Is that it? You bring this filth into our home, leave it lying around where even your younger brother could find it? What Kyle? What were you thinking?

It wasn’t fair, the way she was accusing him of doing something that he knew inside wasn’t what she thought. It couldn’t be evil like she said and he would never do anything to hurt his younger brother. How could she think that after all these years? He had always looked after Kerry and yet now she thought he would hurt him? It was like something had poisoned her mind and he could feel the indignation inside of him building as he tried to explain, tried to make her understand that his feelings weren’t a choice, that it was something more than that.

It wasn’t just lying around, I had it hidden so Kerry couldn’t find it.

And that makes it alright? Kyle what are you doing with this filth? Tell me…

It isn’t that Mom… I don’t know… it is just that…

You are one of them? My God you are, I can see it in your face! How can you… you play football, you never played with dolls as a kid, you were always interested in sports and cars, how can you now just be… be that way?

Being interested in sports and stuff has nothing to do with… I mean… that isn’t fair, it isn’t like…

Who made you this way? Where did you get this from?

The city, but…

Where in the city? I want to know what place sold a child this filth, where did you get this evil filth so I can call the police.

The police?

They should be closed up, selling such filth to children.

It was all happening too fast. He didn’t know which way to turn or what to say even. The idea of the police was almost too frightening as he thought about the local Sheriff coming to question him. God it would be all over school in seconds and then what? His whole life was changing and he didn’t know what to do. He wanted to talk to them, he wished he could but the way she looked was making him feel more frightened than anything. He had no idea what to do but the idea that he was some horrible monster seemed wrong to him.

I am not a child mom, I am 17

Not yet you aren’t, you are still 16 and you are too young for this this vile stuff. How dare you bring it into our home!

It’s my home too

No, it is your father’s and my home, we pay the bills, not you.

Constance…

Howard please, how can you just sit there? Doesn’t this mean anything to you, that our oldest boy is turning into some pervert?

Of course it does, but we won’t get anywhere yelling.

He has to be made to understand how wrong this is Howard, my God what will people say when they find out?

I don’t know…

He didn’t know what they were going to do but the thought of the police, the mere idea that others would know about him scared him. He felt the sweat beading up on his forehead adding to the trickle of water down his face. He felt like he could hardly breathe and yet he couldn’t let them tell anyone, he couldn’t let them spread his secret to anyone else. It would mean the end of his friendships and even though he was frightened by her look and her words, he still didn’t think she could do that to him. His father was trying but it was like she was possessed or something worse. God why did she have to find the magazines? Couldn’t she have left it alone?

You can’t tell them, please Mom, you can’t….

I can’t? Do you think they won’t find out? How long, how long have you been… been buying this evil stuff?

Not long…

How long?

I dunno, year I guess…

A year? My God do you hear that Howard? He’s been this way for a year? How did we miss this? A year?

I tried, honest it is just that… I didn’t want to, it is…

Then you didn’t try hard enough, how could you Kyle? You were brought up right, we taught you how to behave, to follow God’s way, how could you let yourself be led down this evil path? Who is it Kyle, who has turned you from being the sweet boy we brought into the world, my God I carried you in my body for nine months, I went through 8 hours of labor to bring you into this world, how could you do this to me?

It isn’t like I wanted to… honest you have to believe me, it is just that, that it is how.. I mean… I have tried.

Not hard enough son, don’t you realize how wrong this is?

For a minute or less he looked at his father’s face. The man was staring at him with something that looked like pity or something like that. At least the hate wasn’t so visible in his father’s face as it was in his mother’s. God what he had done so wrong? Okay so he had looked at magazines, so he had these thoughts about guys which they couldn’t know about, but it was how he felt, how could that be so wrong? Still, he knew he couldn’t convince them otherwise but then how could he? He wasn’t so sure himself and if it was okay, why was he so afraid of telling people?

Yes… I guess.

You guess? You don’t know?

No, I don’t, I am sorry, but I have tried. Honest… I have…

How, how have you tried, there are… there are all these magazines, books even, how could you even think about this this stuff and not be sick to your stomach?

It isn’t like that, I wish it was… God I wish it…

DON’T YOU SAY GOD! You have no right to speak his name, not after this…

Constance…

NO! He has turned his back on God, how dare he!

She was wrong, she had to be he thought. He hadn’t turned his back on God or anything, it was how he felt and didn’t that Priest say that our feelings were from God? Didn’t the Church tell them to trust in their heart? He was only doing that, and if it was wrong then why did he have those feelings?

I can’t help how I fell, please mom, I tried, dad, you have to believe me…

Son you can’t expect us to just, …this is wrong son. Why didn’t you come to us?

Why? I dunno, I guess I should have but…

Talk to us? He knows it is wrong Howard, he knows, look at him standing there shaking, he knows it but even now he won’t admit it.

Why is it wrong he thought? Maybe she is right, maybe I don’t believe what she says about it. I know how I feel, I know that it makes me feel ashamed but is it because of how I feel or is it because of how others will feel? I don’t get it but she is right, deep down I don’t know, I don’t know but is it because I am wrong? How can I be wrong about how I feel, I feel what I feel so maybe she isn’t right? Maybe I won’t admit it because there is nothing to admit to?

I don’t… mom how can it be so wrong? I know you say….

I don’t say it is wrong, God says it Kyle, GOD, you know the man who created you? He is the one who says it is wrong.

But he doesn’t… I mean not…

God created you and you do this? You who have taken so much from him and this is how you repay him?

Mom…

No, no you are not 10 years old Kyle, you are almost a man, you are 16 and know better. How could you?

It isn’t like I want to be this way, I tried…

Stop lying, you couldn’t have tried, you shouldn’t even have to try, you know it is wrong, you know that!

Why can’t she see that isn’t right? I am not lying, I don’t lie to her, all this time I have always told the truth and I don’t know that this is wrong, that is it Mom, I don’t know and yet you are shrieking at me like I do. I am not lying, God why won’t she listen to me? I haven’t lied, except maybe to myself? I don’t think it is wrong but I am standing here acting like I am. How can it be so complicated, so wrong to feel one way simply because someone like her doesn’t understand it? How can anyone who doesn’t feel this way understand? Why God? Why is this so wrong?

NO! I don’t know that, I only know it is how I feel, I tried, honest. You have to believe me Dad, I tried, I did everything I could but I couldn’t stop the feelings, they won’t stop, it is… it just won’t…

Son, you need help, maybe we can find someone who can help you understand these feelings so they won’t affect you, but they are wrong… man isn’t meant to be with other men, it just doesn’t happen.

I know, or I thought I did, but dad I can’t help how I feel.

Pastor George can help, Howard we need to get Pastor George.

No, please mom, don’t… he’ll only make it worse, please…

I don’t know Constance, Pastor George is a bit… well…

No, he is God’s agent, he can help, he’ll know how to get rid of the demons that have taken our boy and turned him into… into this evil monster! We need Pastor George Howard, we can’t do this without his help, I swear it is a test from God, he is testing us & we have to answer it, we have a responsibility Howard, Pastor George can help us, don’t you see that?

His pulse was racing as he listened to her shrill voice. How could she think of him this way? It was still him, and okay, maybe he had wrong feelings but if they were so wrong why did he have them? Why didn’t they leave him when he had lain awake so many nights praying for them to leave? His heart was aching as he tried to figure it out and yet he knew deep down inside that his life had suddenly changed in a way that he still wasn’t sure about. All he could think about was that he couldn’t discuss this with Pastor George, that it would only make it worse and he couldn’t let that happen. If Kevin and the others found out his life would be hell, and he didn’t want that. Wasn’t it bad enough that his parents knew? Why did she have to insist on bringing that man into this?

Mom please… you can’t, I’ll stop, honest… I won’t think that way… please…

You need help, your soul is too important Kyle, we need Pastor George.

Your mother is right Kyle, I don’t think we can let this slide, you are in trouble and it is our duty to get you help, one day you’ll thank us.

Dad please, Pastor George… he’ll not understand… I mean… please, I promise, I’ll change, I won’t buy those anymore, I’ll not… please…

No, your mother is right. You need help and Pastor George is at least the best person here who can at least help us find you other help. This is too serious son, I am sorry, I have to agree with your mother on this.

No, you can’t, he’ll tell everyone… please…

You should have thought of that before you defied God, that is something you are going to have to live with, and so will we. My God Kyle, I never thought a son of mine could turn out so evil, we need to pray for your soul and to try and help you, Pastor George is the only person who can help, you… God Howard I can’t even speak, look at him, look at your son Howard and see how he has changed? He isn’t even ashamed, look at him Howard!

Constance, you are only working yourself up, he knows how serious this is, don’t you Kyle?

Yes but it isn’t, I mean, Dad please, you have to let me explain…

Explain? There is nothing to explain, you have sinned, you are a sinner Kyle Martin Hennessey, a sinner doomed to eternal damnation unless we can save your soul!

That isn’t fair… I didn’t mean to, I mean…

Don’t you talk to me about what is fair, it isn’t fair that you bring this evil into our home, that you have turned from God towards the Devil, That is what isn’t fair, and what about your brother? Have you shared this evil with him? Have you?

No, of course not, he’s only 13, I wouldn’t…

You haven’t… you haven’t done anything to him? Howard, what if…

Constance control yourself, of course Kyle hasn’t, right Kyle?

He stood there, silent for a second as he tried to understand their fear, tried to comprehend what it was that had turned his own parents against him like this. How could they even think he would hurt Kerry? It didn’t make sense, they knew how much he loved his own brother and loved them too. How could they turn on him this way? Weren’t they supposed to care for him no matter what? Wasn’t that also part of God’s will, that parents care and look after their children? How could she even think he could do something to hurt Kerry? Didn’t she know him? Didn’t his father know him? It was like looking at strangers as he stood there, feeling the emptiness inside growing as he tried to make them understand, as he tried to save himself from the pain that would follow if they called Pastor George.

NO! I would never… how could you….

How? It is what your kind do, you try to subvert the youngest, just like you were subverted, that is how… My God we have been good Christians, how could God let this happen Howard? You have to call Pastor George Howard…

Mom, Dad please… I’d never hurt Kerry, you have to believe me… I couldn’t…

Son you better go to your room, we’ll call you when Pastor George gets here.

No, no please… don’t… you can’t, I promise…

Go to your room, you need to reflect on your sins, pray for forgiveness and pray that we can save you, now go…

Don’t, please… don’t…

GO! Go or leave this house you… you… you faggot!

Constance!

GO! Leave our home if you can’t accept our wishes, we don’t want your evil to spread… I won’t provide a home to a spawn of Satan… Go!

He stared at his mother, seeing the way her chest heaved with the pain and exertion and he felt the fear inside as well as the cutting pain. It was like his heart was suddenly being torn into shreds as she had shrieked at him. He watched as his father reached out to gather her into his body. The pain in his father’s face was almost too much for him as he saw the way the eyes stared out at him. He felt so dirty, so bad that he couldn’t hear them anymore. The pain was shrieking in his ears as he turned from them and headed out. He stood for