#muttsfathersullivan

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a priests hands wrapped around my throat, squeezing so tight i can barely take in air, sometimes his grips lets up when my cunt tightens in my panic, he hates me, he hates me so much for leading him down this path of temptation but it feels so so good, his erratic thrusts would hurt more if I wasn't fading in and out of consciousness, there's nothing to distract from the inevitable, i've lost the feeling of the cold hard ground beneath me, i'm barely registering his cries for forgiveness, not quite sure if he's asking the lord or if he's asking me, he finishes inside me far after my body has gone cold and limp

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The Priest is back again. He's been gone for awhile. I was hoping maybe he would never come back. An entire month has never felt so short. His hatred of me hasn't lessened in that time. I know because I can feel it in the way he grips the back of my neck tightly and leads me to his car. I even cleaned his office but I don't think he noticed. He has me carrying his stuff- I always carry his stuff whenever he's too lazy. And he's always too lazy. The stupid sloth driven motherfucker.

I'm thrown into his passenger seat as he slams the door. The first half of the drive is his usual ranting. According to him I'm still sinful. I'm still shameful. I'm still disgusting. Some kind of hellbound harlet. What's new. It only stops when I ask how his trip went. That gets him to cough and pause for a bit. The last half of the drive is nice, being told about how he saw his old friends from seminary school. Family that can't travel out to him. Nieces and nephews. His brother. The house he grew up in. I know there's a kinder man under all the shame and guilt. I know he hasn't always been this angry.

There's no time wasted in dragging me into the house. I'm on his bed and under him before I could ever find my footing. Heavy. So heavy. Crushing me under his weight. The fat bastard feels like he's put on a few pounds. I don't bother to try to stop his hands as they grope anything in reach or as they roughly pull off my clothing. I barely even make any noise as he tugs at my nipples painfully. All I do is tilt my head to the side so he has more access to my neck. Mouthing, marking, biting. The world must know I'm dirty thing of someones desire even if they may never know it's his desire.

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Sullivan has to erase the google search history every time Ezekiel uses the computer and could care less about the weird shit he's googling, Ez just doesn't know that your history is visible to others.

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It's another day. And tomorrow will bring the next. The moon and sun will follow their God given path until the Lord wills them to stop. So we cut scene to this faithful day in which the Priest we're watching is doing nothing more than paperwork, endless and ever boring paperwork. Father Sullivan handles all of the financials and all the funny little government forms. It's the lack of trust in others that prevents him from asking for help but, man, does he wish he had it.

Turning to drink would the easiest solution but he's a better than your common alcoholic, or at least that's what he thinks. The Father wouldn't dare look at an illicit substances for help, nor is he willing to entertain the thought. So he keeps typing away at the chunky keyboard of the CRT they have in the basement unfortunately sober. The break he gets is when he has to transition to the paper forms, now he gets to look at paper instead of the always headache causing screen.

There's no telling long he's been down there. Everything had been procrastinated until it it absolutely had to be done. The dull pounding of his head only grew, vision turning fuzzy even with the help of his glasses. Muttered curses were uttered before the holy man tossed his wire frames on his desk to then lean back in his chair and rub at his temples. This was torturous and only created undue resentment towards the rest of the clergy. He hated doing such stupid monotonous work.

Finally with a deep breath he glanced at the clock. Almost a quater past 2. 2am. Are you fucking serious? He's been here that long. Nothing stops him from bitching out loud, there's no one else around to hear. Forgiveness can always be asked for taking the Lord's name in vain at another time. He can't fucking quit now. It's already so late and he's almost done. Might as well finish it so it isn't left for tomorrow. Times like these make him wish he was a lesser man who's only vice was alcohol. Maybe then this would be more tolerable. Father Sullivan is so, so tired.

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it was too much guilt, maybe it was all too much, I lay across his desk, stomach side down as he huffs in my ear, the area warm and wet with how close he is to being able to sink his teeth in, the only thing stopping him from tearing out my throat is his leather belt he's wrapped around my neck, I don't react to the way he greedily licks the sweat from my body as he ruts into me like some dog, I didn't even flinch when the ice cold crucifix from his rosary hit my back before he decided to lay all his weight into me, he isn't even asking for forgiveness like he usually does, just breathless groaning, I think it's because this time I eventually stopped crying, hard to feel shame or remorse when the thing your fucking isn't acting like a person anymore, it won't matter how long he has me pinned here for or how many pathetic pent up loads he stuffs my cunt full with, I won't feel the bruising tomorrow anyways, my lips turned blue a long time ago but he can't see that with the way he has me face down into his desk, my body will stay warm for as long as he needs it

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The edge of the table digs into my stomach, it hurts the most out of everything happening to me. I think I've cut myself on the chipped edges, it's too warm and too sticky. He couldn't even bend me over the counter properly. When was the last time he did anything properly. My hands are clasped around his rosary, forced to give prayer as those hands of his roam my body in their cruel design. Never one for a gentle touch. Never one for a gentle anything. He almost never takes it off so I know something will be different tonight.

And I was... right. I know him better than he thinks. My blood is on the floor now. It's on me. It's on him. We've ended up on the floor as well. Like animals. And through the gashes that bleed, we touch. Suffocating as always. His fat pressed up against mine in an ugly union, we're both more undressed than usual. Time was taken today but not care. The obscene noise of our coupling is hard to ignore. I, too, at some point desired this.

He's not begging for forgiveness like normal, nor is he reciting scripture or a rehearsed bit of sermon. There's been no mention of God or Guilt at all tonight. Just teeth and tongue on my skin. On my neck. On whatever I hate the most. By the way he huffs and groans like a dog, I can tell he's close and that tomorrow morning I will spend fifty dollars. But at the last minute he pulls away, stills inside of me while we stare at each other. Almost never face to face, I didn't know silence could be this consuming. I watch as his mouth hangs open like he's lost the ability to speak.

'Tell me you love me.' That's what I hear. I hear him say 'Tell me you love me.' and this sick laugh bubbles up in my throat. After everything this is what he wants? Stupid meaningless words. Of what? Comfort? 'You have to love me or everything I've ever done is wrong.' It's the desperation that makes me crack, I almost howl in the absurdity of it all, choking over my own laughter. That was obviously the wrong response. And now I've learned that you can have your head bashed so hard into the tile that you lay on that your vision goes black and your ears ring. I think I hear him say it again. Like a broken record, barking demands over and over and over. Not like I can understand him much, I think we've crack the tiles beneath my head.

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Father Sullivan is 5'8 and Father Ezekiel is 6'5. I'm sorry about Ezekiel I just love large men.