Sharing the Word
I'm a terrible, horrible, horrible person.
In light of the recent nonsense about the Eurotrippin' pastor and his rentboy "luggage carrier", this little bit of story just wouldn't leave me be, so here ya'll go.
The actual story:[
](%5C)http://scienceblogs.com/dispatches/.....pletely_he.php
Enjoy!
"You do know that the wages of sin is death, right?"
Lucien squirmed and nodded, long bunny ears folded back as his bit his lip.
"Then I want you to read this verse right here..."
Lucien knew the verse nearly by heart. He'd heard it all before, and didn't even have to look at the open Bible now held in front of his snout. Even with the distraction below the book, his voice only faltered at the end, rising up in pitch at "abomination."
The older male wolf sitting next to him smiled kindly with a muzzle dusted with grey fur. "And, you see, this lifestyle of yours isn't what God would want for you in your life. What on earth does your mother think?"
"She...she doesn't know," Lucien gasped quietly, mindful of the other passengers surrounding them even in the darkness.. "I tell her I'm a model." He doubted she would approve even if they were close enough to talk.
His questioner tut-tutted him, shaking his head and leaning back. "Lord, help this your son, lost in sin to the point that he dishonors his mother."
"Pastor!" Lucien whinned, the sensation below his waist subsiding. "Please!"
The "Pastor" looked around and up and down the aisle before resting the Bible in Lucien's blanket covered lap. "It's a dangerous lifestyle you're leading, my boy. Do you promise to at least hear me out while we're away?"
The smaller younger man nodded so fast that he risked whiplash. "Every word, Pastor Reks."
The sensation returned, and Lucien leaned back in the seat with a sigh. Damn, first class seats were sure plush. It was going to be a long flight. At least Pastor Reks seemed personable. Well, at least one of his paws anyway.
"Are you warm enough? We may need another blanket to get us to our destination."
Lucien bit back another moan, bucking his hips forward. If this "talk" of theirs got any better, they'd need a new blanket sooner than the wolf thought. "Yeah, could we get another one?"
Reks flagged down a flight attendant, stilling his paw as he made his request. Lucien was smart enough to merely smile at the uniformed mare, not giving the slightest hint of his distress. Once she departed, Reks turned to Lucien, looking at him with much pity, a startling contrast to his actions beneath the blanket, which increased in speed. It wasn't difficult to guess what the male was after. Their "conversation" had to be done before the attendant returned. Lucien's smile widened at the thought. So far, this would be the easiest $15,000 he'd ever made.
"In order to be saved, you must confess that you are a sinner, boy. That you, like all of God's creation, have fallen short of His will."
"Yes Pastor Reks, I'm a..." he pressed his lips together to suppress another moan. "A sinner."
"And you must confess that sin and pray to be forgiven."
"Yes..oh God yes.."
The paw moved faster still. "How many?" he growled, "How many have you whored yourself to?"
Shit! Lucien could barely think, nevermind remember. "About 200," he lied, pulling a number from thin air. As long as it was large to keep this wolf happy.
"Did you kneel for them all?"
"Yes!"
"Did you bend over for them all?"
"Yes!!"
"Quiet down!" Pastor Reks hissed at the overexcited rabbit, looking around the cabinet nervously while his paw flew up and down. Lucien bit back an annoyed remark, remembering not to anger his client even in the heat of the moment.
"I'm gonna..." he whispered. "I'm close."
"So wanton," the wolf half muttered, half moaned. "So quick to give into your sinful desire...go on."
Biting into his forearm, Lucien jerked, the seat squeaking as he came torrents under the concealing blanket and over Pastor Reks' paw. Before he could start to recover, Reks wiped his paw over Lucien's jeans, snatched the Bible off his lap and had it open for reading so quickly that Lucien swore he didn't see the wolf move.
Just in time, the flight attendant returned with a second blanket, and Reks took it from her, using it to only cover himself, leaving Lucien with the now soiled one. He didn't say a word for the rest of the flight.
Lucien stepped out from the shower, glancing at his phone again. Now there were over 200 messages, more people wanting the scoop of his little trip with the Pastor. The last few calls he did take offered him far more cash than he recieved for the trip to dish the details, and that was all before he returned to his apartment.
Curious, he sat on the couch and opened his laptop. Over 300 emails. Holy shit.
Even more curious, he opened up the first one and got the actual name of the man they all wanted to know about. With one name search later, and the apartment was suddenly filled with uproarous laughter. Anti-gay? Co-founder of some riduculous "family" organization? That explained a lot!
Seriously, luggage lifting? he thought, leaning back on the couch to keep searching. I should use that next time I update my profile on rentfur.com. Now what do...what to do?