Rule 12 - Kansas
“This is a fucking joke, right?” I stood outside the door of my room, smoking and enjoying the cold, morning air. Eisley had stayed in Constantine’s room last night, so I’d had the bed to myself. She’d wanted to talk him into leaving, but now, as I spoke to him, I wasn’t sure she’d succeeded.
“Oh, come on, it’ll be funny.” Constantine took a drag of his cigarette and flicked it to the ground. “I came up with it last night. It’s perfect.”
“Perfect? It’s painful.” He’d woken me up early to tell me about the dream he’d had and how he planned to ‘punish’ Eisley and me in front of the congregation tonight.
“Perfect, painful, pleasurable...” He raised his eyebrows, still trying to sell me on this.
“You’re a fucking psycho,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Fine. But you better make it worth my while.”
“Oh, it’ll be worth it. I promise you that. All right, Mitch will come get you when it’s time.”
He stalked off, heading toward the church.
I fell back against the motel, unsure of what I’d just agreed to. And now, I had to go back inside and explain to Eisley what was going on. I wasn’t sure if I could. I went back in and found myself in a slight panic when I found that she was gone from both rooms. I was just about to start calling when I found a note written in Constantine’s scribble.
I’m starting her punishment early. See you soon.
I threw the paper away and began to pack up our stuff. I was right with Eisley in that I was getting the fuck out of Ricefield tonight. Whether Constantine came with us or not. It would be his choice, and he better choose right.
Once packed, I paced. I drank, I smoked, I stressed. I couldn’t believe I’d agreed to this. I couldn’t do it. Fuck it. I stood, prepared to walk over to the mechanic shop and threaten the guy until he fixed the fucking car when the door burst open and Mitch rushed in like a linebacker.
“Sinner!” he hissed. “You will finally be washed of your crimes of the heart and be changed.”
“Jesus fuck—” I rolled my eyes but was cut off as he tackled me to the floor. I fought him off but he picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder like I was nothing. I almost lost my glasses. A burlap bag was shoved onto my head by someone else and I was tossed into a car. Someone sat in the back and tied my hands and feet together.
“Father Duvall has been preparing for your ultimate redemption. Your acceptance of our lord and savior will be viewed in front of the entire town.”
“I imagine it will,” I replied under the sack. There was no fucking way this town was this controlled so fast. He had to be giving them something. Had he gotten into the water?
The wine.
Holy fuck.
He was a diabolical genius.
I was pulled from the car once it stopped and two men carried me into the church, where the organ was blaring and people were shouting their hymns.
“Our guest of honor has arrived! Sodom himself, will not be fed to the fires, but instead, he will be molded into God’s likeness.” Constantine blabbered. The bag was pulled from me and people screamed, as if I were horribly ugly.
They took me up the stairs to the podium and put me down. Constantine came forward, holding the large chalice.
I fucking knew it. I knew he was putting something in that drink to make them more persuasive. He offered the drink to Mitch and the other man who’d taken me and then me. I didn’t want to drink, but Constantine glared at me until I sipped it quickly.
“Good. Now, undress our Sodomite.”
I was untied and my clothes, socks, shoes, boxers, and all were removed. I stood covering my dick and balls and staring out into the crowd. They booed and screamed at me, calling me names.
“Sinner!”
“Sodomite!”
“Be saved!”
Constantine raised his hands and they grew quiet. “Do not worry, children. His time has come. He and his harlot will face the harshest punishment before being saved by our gracious god. Grab him.”
Despite knowing what he wanted from me, I was still startled and fought back as Mitch and his partner snatched me up and dragged me over to a table. My heart hammered in my chest as I stared down at the large, wooden cross. They picked me up and threw me onto the table. I cried out as the sharp pain hit my back. They grabbed my arms and quickly I was tied to the cross by both wrists and my ankles.
“Now, we will nail him to this cross, as they did many years before. And we shall see him repent and plead for forgiveness,” Constantine said.
I closed my eyes and tried to not scream. If I saw the nails, I’d fucking lose it. It was a full minute of silence and confused about what was happening, I opened my eyes just in time for Mitch to put a giant nail to my palm and hammer down!
I screamed as pain shot through my hand. Mitch hurried to the other side, nailing my other hand down.
“You son of a bitch!” I screamed. I lifted my head, covered in sweat, and Mitch ran to the bottom of the cross and drove a nail twice as long as the other ones right through both feet. Tears spilled from my eyes from the pain. What the fuck was happening? Constantine came forward and wiped my brow with a cloth.
“Sinner, do you repent?”
“For what?” I shouted. “I did nothing!”
“Sinner, do you repent!” he screamed back. I refused, and each time, he repeated the same question until finally I broke.
“I repent! Please let me go.”
Constantine smiled and turned to the crowd. “Our Sodom has asked for forgiveness. Now, our Gomorrah.” The doors burst open and Eisley’s screams erupted into the room.
“Stop! Please! I said I’m sorry. I won’t sin ever again!” Tears streamed down her face as she was dragged down the aisle and up to us.
“Yes, you both will accept Jesus into your heart together, and in front of us all, you shall be rewarded. Let us pray for these children of god.”
I couldn’t pay attention. My focus was on the pain. It hurt so bad. I wished I could die. Eisley cried silently beside me.
“Amen,” the congregation said.
“You two have been saved. Now to be rewarded. Gomorrah, strip.”
“What?” she asked.
“Shed your whorish clothing so that you may be born again to Christ.”
Mitch came forward and pulled her dress and panties down. I fought against the nails, but it only made the pain worse.
“Climb onto your Sodom and reward each other.”
What?
The congregation began to mutter, and then the shouting began.
“Follow orders!”
“Repent!”
“Climb Sodom!”
I closed my eyes as Eisley, sobbing, did as told, climbing onto the table and then onto my lap. She reached for my cock and began to stroke it.
“I’m sorry.” She sniffled.
“It’s okay,” I assured her. Despite it all, I wanted this. “Please, reward me, princess.”
She stiffened at our nickname for her, and it seemed to give her strength. Eisley adjusted on my lap and lifted to sink down onto my waiting cock. The room erupted in screams of shock and excitement.
“Yes! Let’s celebrate them. Stand, watch, and enjoy as our Gomorrah takes our Sodom and pulls him from hell to bring him to heaven.”
Eisley began to move, and my brain turned off completely. It was pleasure, it was pain, it was hot and scary, and exciting. I was at her and the town’s mercy. All I could do was lay there and try not to pull at my nailed-down hands. Eisley sobbed as she rode me, but it only made the feeling more intense. Her pussy clenched me even tighter with each choke.
“Harder,” I gasped, and she listened, grinding herself deep into me. She held my chest and screamed as her orgasm came. I thrust up, screaming as the nails were pulled, and I came into her soaked pussy. I pumped my seed into her and right as I was feeling the last of my powerful orgasm, the doors were thrust open again and someone stormed down the aisle.
We all turned, and the room turned into chaos as a man dressed in a priest’s uniform joined us on the podium.
“Care to explain what you are doing in my church?”