The Pastor Of Kink (6 page)

ROISIN

I cant have been asleep long when a loud clap of thunder startled me, I groaned as I moved, the wind was blowing the drapes through the open window, the rain was bouncing off the window.  I ached deep inside but still felt happy, I glanced at my phone for the time, it was just after 3am; Trey was out-cold we had been extremely energetic in our love making in fact it was extremely rough and animalistic at times, each time he was ready to go again within a very short time and I certainly wasn’t complaining.  This man drove me crazy; I couldn’t get enough of him.

As I grabbed the handle to close the window a very bright flash of lightning made me jump, especially as the thunder came at pretty much the same time. I let out a scream, not because of the storm, but because there was someone out on the balcony, a tall man whose eyes met mine, I shuddered they looked through me as though I were a ghost. My scream had woken Trey who was by my side and out the balcony door, whoever it was had disappeared, Trey ran through the house and out the door to see if he could see anyone in the area, he stood in his drive totally naked looking both up and down the road. I grabbed a towel and ran down to call him inside; whoever it may have been was well gone now. I wrapped the towel around his shoulders; and threw myself against him, I was really spooked, why would there be someone just stood there, had they been out there long?

He held me in his arms tightly all the while reassuring me that it was just an opportunist hoping to be able to get in and rob him.  I nodded for now, but I am more than sure that he is as spooked as I am about it.  When we got back upstairs he locked all the windows and the door then drew the drapes. 

TREY

Here we go again, I had left two places so far because of my mystery stalker, ok I admit the last place was also because of getting involved with those two young girls, I should have known better than to think of even touching them, whilst they were over legal age they were far too innocent to be able to cope with the kind of relationship I thrive on.

Back to my stalker, at least I now know that it’s a male. It could actually be anyone from my past; I have pissed off quite a few husbands and partners during my years of addiction, especially during the few months after I was released from prison. I couldn’t get enough in those days, I have been very lucky not to have caught an STI or heaven forbid been made a father. Well at least I don’t think I have any kids out there.

Taking Roisin by the hand I lead her back to the bed, she snuggled in at the side of me; she was still shaking with fear so I distracted her with gentle kisses and nibbles to her neck. Tracing down her creamy skin with my finger tips, hearing her breathing change as I traced over her breasts, her nipples hardening as I ran my thumbs around them. She lifted her head, placed her lips against mine and sucked on my bottom lip between nibbles, her tongue searched my mouth hungrily urging me to explore down her body. I moaned deeply as my cock hardened, throbbing in its need to be inside her, reaching for the bedside drawer I grabbed the cuffs I kept in there, securing her wrists to the bed frame, grabbing the leather straps I moved down her body and secured her ankles to the bottom of the frame. Standing up I glanced down at the vision of naked creamy skin before me, inhaling deeply before I headed downstairs to get some supplies.

ROISIN

I trembled as he secured my wrists to the bed, gasped in a deep breath as he secured my ankles, stealing a glance at my man as he turned and headed downstairs. My stomach was fluttering wildly, I was excited yet so nervous, and this was the first time I had been tied to a bed. He appeared at the door hiding something behind his back, he roughly told me to close my eyes, which I did immediately. I felt him run some kind of material up my inner thigh then over my stomach.  I felt his hand trace my face as he slid the material around my head and fastened it tightly.

His tongue explored my mouth, silencing the moans as they began. His hands traced my breasts, pausing at the nipples to pinch them hard making me whimper loudly. His hand stroked its way down and he plunged two fingers deep inside me, curling them slightly as he made firm circular motions with his thumb over my clit, my breath came in shallow pants, pulling my hands to try and reach for him, momentarily forgetting they were secured. I arched my hips upward begging him to stop, my pleas went ignored as he shifted his weight slightly reaching for whatever he had brought upstairs, I felt him run something cold along my folds and then his fingers gave a small amount of pressure against my opening as he slipped something inside me.  A noise grabbed my attention then something very cold covered me, then that tongue, oh my god that tongue, explored my folds lapping up whatever he had just covered me in. His finger explored my mouth mmmmmmmm cream he used his fingers on me again then his mouth covered my clit sucking hard, his finger curled within me removing whatever he had put in there, he ran it around my lips, then I heard a bite and felt juice drip on my lips, strawberry? My god he had placed that inside me. I am shocked at just how kinky my man is, but am I as bad for actually liking what he is doing to me?

TREY

I am truly blown away by this woman, I have her shackled to my bed and have done things to her most women would shy away from. I am hard beyond how I have ever been before. I need to be inside her and that needs to be now. I give her no warning, just position myself between her legs and thrust myself deep inside her. Once I am deep as I can be, a deep guttural groan escapes me. The heat inside her drives me insane, to hold still is beyond torture but I try to hold it a few seconds longer, she whimpers beneath me, I pull almost out of her then thrust back deep as before. Her body moves slightly as I thrust in and out, the whimpers become louder and longer. Ripping the blindfold from her eyes I look deep into her eyes, our souls becoming one. They sparkle as she begs me to fuck her harder.

Our thighs slap against each other, my thrusts hard and fast. Both gasping for breath as we become one. I feel myself tense as my orgasm builds, Roisin shudders beneath me.

CRASH!!

Roisin screams as glass showers us both. I jump up and run to see what the fuck is happening. A brick on the floor after it had smashed through my window. I glance outside to see a tall dark figure at the end of my drive. I recognize the silhouette, but surely it can’t be him, I have moved twice since he last terrorized me like this. He has crossed the line this time, he has involved the woman I am growing to love more each day.

I am going to have to come clean; I have always sworn never to tell a soul about that relationship; a relationship that should never have happened; a relationship that ruined more than one life.

I turn to find Roisin shaking with fear, still shackled to my bed. I examine her closely to make sure the glass hasn’t hurt her. Once I am satisfied she is safe, I release her legs first then her arms, pulling her to my lap to comfort her. To try and chase away the fear she is so clearly showing. “Get dressed baby, we need to get out of here, we can go to a hotel or do you want me to take you home? We also need to talk, I need to tell you something from my past”

TREY

I drove for what seemed like forever yet it was only thirty minutes. I pulled into the long driveway of the hotel that I had managed to secure a room at before we left my home. Once we were settled in our modest, yet comfortable room, I beckoned for Roisin to sit beside me so I could explain things.

She looked at me with nervous eyes, her hands trembling with fear after the frightening events at my home.

It’s difficult to know where to begin, but maybe I should tell you from my teens. Up to then I had always been a good child, but as I reached my mid teens I started hanging around with a bad crowd, leading me down a road to nothing but trouble. At age seventeen I managed to get myself arrested for breaking and entering coupled with assault. The judge was a mean old son of a bitch with an old fashioned view on punishment and he decided I needed a short sharp shock and sentenced me to eight months inside a juvenile detention center.

On arrival I was processed through the system and put into a holding cell, where they left me for five days, the only time I saw anyone was when the guards came to give me food and allow me to use the bathroom. I was then moved to one of the wings where I was put into a shared cell. I was a lot smaller than I am now; in fact I was extremely skinny I had no muscle tone at all. I was terrified of what the other guys would be like, I suddenly felt so incredibly out of my depth. I was the hard guy outside but in here I was nothing.

Around an hour after they had put me in the cell, I was joined by three large, and believe me they were LARGE, guys. I was greeted with a sneer from each one of them. I pretty much squeaked out “Hi” which made me the butt of jokes for the rest of the evening. To escape being ridiculed I headed for the showers. I stripped and stepped into the cubicle pulling the small privacy panel closed behind me. I stood under the hot water closing my eyes and chastised myself for ever letting myself end up in this place, the water ran on a timer so I pressed the button for another stream of water to hit me. As I leant forward to rest my head against the tiled wall, I felt a hand shove my head into the tiles. The room spun as I gasped in a state of panic. By the time I had gathered my wits together I was being held by two of the big guys whilst the leader pushed himself against me from behind.”

Roisin gripped my hand, and stroked it with her thumb. “Trey you really don’t have to tell me anymore, we all have things from our past we are not proud of.”

“No I have to do this so you understand. If at the end of what I tell you, you feel you have to walk away I will understand. Baby I am not the person you think I am, I am bad to the core.”

She nodded her head all the while stroking the back of my hand.

“He pushed my head into the tiles again with one hand whilst he fumbled with his zipper with the other, he leaned into the side of my head giving me a warning that if I made I sound he would make sure I never made another noise again. I could feel the burning bile rising in my throat. No further warning was given before he forced himself into my ass. The pain was so intense, my instinct was to cry out which is when his rough hand clasped over my mouth and he whispered “Sshhh baby, wouldn’t want to be disturbed would we” I heard the other two laugh as I retched while he took his pleasure, his foul breath hitting the side of my face as he panted his way through growls. He shuddered and pulled himself out. Before I could recover one of the other guys took over. All I could do was stand and sob like the pathetic loser I was. I closed my mind off and let them do as they wanted. By the time the third guy had finished I was shaking violently. They laughed as they left the shower area leaving me in a heap on the floor. My innocence gone forever.”

Raising my left hand I wiped away a solitary tear that had formed. Some big man I was.

“As much as I hate admitting this, I endured this for weeks until one day I decided I was going to take control of my life and started using the gym equipment on a regular basis, I started to bulk out, and had even started to give them as much shit as they gave me. I was still being abused, but it was becoming more difficult for them to corner me. I also started going to see the prison Pastor regularly too. I felt a bond with him; he listened to the story of my life and how I had gone completely off the rails. Never once did he judge my actions. We struck up a close friendship, my first true friend.

Eventually the attacks subsided as more fresh, younger meat was sent into the joint. I had a week left of my sentence when lead bully decided he wanted to try his luck again, only this time he got a shock, by the time I had finished he was blubbering wreck on the floor, as I turned away from him the other guys on the wing started to applaud, they all hated him as much as I did but not one of them had the balls to take him on. I made my way to the chapel and told the Pastor what I had done, how I was ashamed to have walked away leaving him a blooded mess on the floor. Again he didn’t judge just took it all on board. I was sure I had fucked up my chances of release, I was convinced I would get extra time for assault, but apparently no guards saw the melee, in fact I later learned the Pastor has told the warden he saw him being beaten by a few men, he told him that surely one man couldn’t have done that much damage to such a big man!! It was then that I thought about maybe being a Pastor, never thinking I would be accepted especially with me having a criminal record. I made a vow to always be there for the bullied to give guidance through hard times.”

Roisin was sat beside me sobbing uncontrollably, “OH TREY you should never have had to go through anything like that especially at such a young age”

“Once I was released I met the Pastor twice a week at my halfway house whilst he gave me guidance to becoming a Pastor and helped me get back on my feet again. I really don’t know if you will like what I am about to tell you though. I understand if you want to walk away.

I had bulked out a lot since I had gone into prison. I revelled in the attention I was getting from women. I started taking advantage of the offers and became a manwhore. It was regular for me to have 4 maybe 5 women in a week, sometimes more. I had no shame in what I was doing, I just wanted sex, the more I had, the more I wanted. I started bringing in mild bondage, loving nothing more than seeing a woman tied to a bed face down while I fucked them. Having them face down meant I didn’t need to connect with them, no eye contact
made it less personal, kept me detached. No eye contact meant no feelings would be shown. I guess you could say I used and abused.

By the time I was twenty one I was addicted, I couldn’t cope if I didn’t have sex everyday and I don’t mean vanilla type sex, I wanted it Kinky, I have done some crazy things while fucking. I didn’t care if they were single, married, divorced, I just wanted it all the time. My libido seemed to be on constant alert. Normally a man would need to rest between sessions, but not me. I was insatiable and I developed an ability to either remain hard for long periods even after multiple orgasms or get hard again very quickly.

When I was twenty-five I had been screwing around more than ever. I was in a new town and met Vanessa, she was older than I was, but she was relatively inexperienced, in fact her sole repertoire comprised of just the Missionary position, I vividly remember the first time I took her from behind, she almost fainted because she was unable to control her breathing. She soon developed a liking for the adventurous side and she become as insatiable as me. She was married but always seemed to be so sad. Of course I honed in on this, before long we were having a passionate affair. I definitely used her, at the start it was just when it suited me, I would make her feel guilty if she said she couldn’t meet me. I did things with her I had never done with any other. I got off on having her wear a collar with a chain leash; I would use a flogger on her whilst we fucked. After a few months she met me at our usual place with bruising on her face and arms. Her husband had followed her and now knew what we had been doing. He vowed he would get revenge for what we had done. She was in tears and struggled to stay stood up. I asked her if he had hurt her anywhere else. The bastard had raped her, his own wife; he had beaten her and raped her. I tried to comfort her, but nothing I did calmed her. She left in a trance like state. I never saw her again, her husband found out she had come to see me and he made sure no other man would never look at her in that way again. He slashed her face and left her on her own. By the time she was found she had smashed the mirror in the bathroom and taken her own life. I never got to see her again, I didn’t even know when or where she was buried, I was denied the chance to say goodbye.

You would think this would be enough to stop me doing what I was doing. I transferred to another town to start afresh. Here I met two young ladies, both of legal age but I should never have touched them, but I just couldn’t control myself, my addiction was getting worse and it knew no bounds. I needed it all the time; it was like a drug, making me sick. If I didn’t get sex, I would masturbate instead, this still wasn’t enough. I took my sexual frustrations out on the two young girls. After some months I was in a routine, Sasha was my Monday, Wednesday and Friday girl whilst Charlotte was Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Sunday I took as a rest day, well I was actually out trawling the bars and picking up whatever woman I could.

I wasn’t proud neither of myself nor of my behaviour. Six months into my Pastorship in the town I had a feeling I was being followed, constantly being followed. Both girls had started to become very attached and were even declaring their love for me, something I could never say back, certainly not with any sense of meaning anyway. I needed to get away, and soon, before my stalker revealed their self. I really thought I had hit the jackpot here, nobody knew where I had gone so I was free, free to do as I pleased. I had finally sought help and had been attending an addiction group; I was starting to get over my craving for sex, or at least understanding it and feeling I could control it. Then I arrived here; little did I know that I would meet someone who would steal what little resolve I had left, make her way under my skin, like no other has ever done.”

I glanced up to see Roisin’s pale face, pale with what I took as disgust, eyes wide with horror, she tugged her hand out of mine and stood ready to leave. I knew she would hate me for what I was, now she knew the truth and I had fallen from the pedestal she held me on. It would only be a matter of time before the churchgoers would become aware and chase me out of town.

Standing by the window, staring out into the early dawn sky, my insides were in turmoil, where we would go from here? I didn’t know but I was pretty certain it was over.

“Trey, can you swear to me here and now that there will be no others, that you want only me?” Her soft hand rested on my forearm as she looked into my eyes.

“I can try baby, I really will try, you’re my life, and I actually feel like I belong here, here with you”

Her arms wrapped around me from behind, holding me in a loving embrace she agreed to give me a chance. All I need to do now is stop seeing the other ladies, before I ruin everything all over again.