Feature Writer: Broken Grunty

Feature Title: Welcome Home (V1)

Published: 08.07.2020

Contact: [email protected]

Synopsis: A man accused of raping a young girl, seeks redemption for his sins in a priest—but instead finds he is not alone.

Welcome Home

John Kasperson hummed along as he got the meeting room ready. Cookies baked by his wife using her special recipe and ingredients? Check. Coffee? Check. Tea bags and hot water? Naturally. Maybe I should dust them off as there could be someone who would want them eventually? Styrofoam cups? Present. Uncomfortable yet easily stackable and storeable chairs? Of course.

It was as he was starting to set out the chairs in the familiar circle of all self-help groups that the knock on the door startled him. Looking up at the clock he didn’t think that any of the members of this particular group would be here just yet. Still an hour to go. “Just a minute,” he called out to whoever it was on the other side of the thick wooden door with frosted glass to help keep privacy.

After unfolding and placing the chair in his hands upon the floor, John walked over and opened the gateway to the room. On the other side stood a frazzled and clearly agitated young man. To John this man looked familiar but he couldn’t quite place it. “Can I help you?” John asked kindly.

“I hope so,” the man quakingly begged. “I don’t know where else to turn.”

“Whoa there, peace my son. The Peace of God and his Grace is everywhere. There’s never any need to be like this,” John pacified, pulling on his long history of counseling. “Here, come in and let’s have a little chat.”

Whoever this young man was gratefully entered the comfortable room. Looking around he saw the metal cart that held the rest of the chairs that needed to be placed. A couple of bookcases filled with all kinds of self-help books, dog-eared and beaten from multiple readings. Readers who were desperate for some kind of lifeline, understanding and reason for why they let the demons into their lives and thus be better to fight them. A cabinet would hold all the utensil’s and supplies for all meetings held here.

What the wardrobe was for the man couldn’t figure out.

The room was well lit, the small windows at the top of the wall, near the ceiling, were more like ventilation slits but provided some light. Most of the welcoming ambiance came from the electric wall sconces around the room and the ceiling fan in the center. The plush carpeting was comforting and made it easy to walk around in.

John walked over to the cart for another chair while the strange man sat down nervously in the one already placed. Placing the second chair across this stranger, John sat down and non-threateningly asked, “How can I help you?”

“Don’t you want to know who I am?” the visitor asked, thrown off by the change of pace.

Shrugging, John explained, “That often comes while we talk. Names often come with a lot of baggage attached to them. Those coming here are seeking help, not judgement.”

“You have no idea,” the man agreed uncomfortably.

“You’d be surprised. Just because I’m a man of the cloth doesn’t mean I don’t understand.

I was a young man before I took my vows, quite a wild one at that as well. I’ve found it makes me a better Man of God. I’m Pastor John by the way,” John said by way of introduction.

“But what if it’s things that are wrong but you can’t help yourself?” the man asked hopefully.

“Like what?” John inquired placidly.

Hearing that John wasn’t ready to berate him, the man hemmed for a moment before speaking quietly. “I want to do things?”

“Like lighting things on fire? That’s not that big of an issue. I should tell you the time that I set a neighbors garage on fire because I was playing with matches. I loved the way that the sticks would ignite. That little spark of light before the heat caused the sulfur and pitch to ignite into a glorious flame,” John sympathized, somewhat losing himself in the memory.

“Not really,” the man admitted but he definitely felt more comfortable around the pastor.

Unlike the other therapists and preachers. The ones who kept calling him a bad person and that prayer would help him. Put him on some heavy drugs that made the man feel like he was walking around like a zombie.

None of it worked. The cravings always returned and stronger than ever.

“I can’t help you if you don’t admit you have problems. If I have to drag it out of you then your desire for help is weak. That is the reason the desires return back to you and stronger each time. You deny them and they will not be denied.”

“What is it you can’t say? Let me help you. Let God help you,” John prodded.

“God helps those who help themselves, huh,” the man laughed nervously.

“Exactly. If you don’t want the help then God can’t help you either,” John said, pleased that the strange man was finally getting the hint.

“I’m Tom Vogts,” the man began, introducing himself.

Now John knew why the man seemed familiar. “Ah, the man falsely accused of raping an eight year old girl. The papers and public were quite upset with you being let off.”

Tom’s mind was blown. No one before had said anything like this before. Beleaguered Tom now saw a light at the end of this dark time. “I can’t believe you said that.”

John shrugged. “We believe in innocent until proven guilty. You were not found guilty by a jury of your peers. Therefore, the charges were false.”

“But what if they weren’t?” Tom whispered.

“Are you saying they weren’t?”

Tom went from nervous sinner, hesitant to admit his sins, to his true self in a second. As he recalled the memories of that day his true feelings showed over his face and body.

“Oh, I fucked her. I fucked her good. Little slut deserved it. Why else would she be wearing that little skirt that showed off her little panty covered puss? Why was she wearing such a revealing top? What kind of parent lets their kid wear such things in public if they don’t want their little girl to get picked up and fucked!”

Amazingly to Tom, Pastor John remained non-judgemental. Nothing about what the priest had just heard seemed to place Tom in the category of a bad person. Tom felt great. Finally able to unburden the weight of guilt that had sat like a mountain upon his chest. Even better for Tom, it was like Pastor John wanted to hear more.

“I saw her in the mall, strutting around like peacock, showing off her goods and teasing all those who looked at her. It pissed me off. Why was it so wrong to get between her legs if she so clearly wants it? Why was she wearing such thick and slutty makeup if she didn’t want to suck my dick and look at me in the eyes? Gagging upon it and leaving that dark red lipstick ring on my rod.

“I told her about something that I had in the back that she might be interested in. A new product. If she tried it out then I could let her keep it. Hearing that she was going to get something for free, the little tart followed like an eager puppy into the back storage. I was off shift so I knew I could knock her out and smuggle her out of the mall with ease.

“Bitch barely put up a fight. I knew she wanted this. Snuck her into the trunk of my car and left without a look back. I couldn’t wait to get her back home, tie her up and teach her to be the slut she really was.”

“So what brings you here?” Pastor John asked as the story wound down.

He didn’t need to hear the rest of the details. Someone had printed far to many details so a lot of what happened in that house were well known to all. He didn’t need the rest.

“I want to do it again. Last time I was able to clean her up good enough that they couldn’t get DNA. The store I worked at fired me, but I was able to switch out the tapes so the police got nothing. He said, she said.

“God damn I want to feel that same tightness around my dick. I want to watch the little girl gag on it and throw up all over me. I want to go in dry up her tight little ass and make it bleed—using the blood as lube—as I pound her slut ass into the ground. I want to watch her struggle against the bonds I wrapped her up in. I want to choke the whore till she passes out while I’m raping her.”

John let Tom rant even as Tom became more and more aroused by what he was dreaming of. Confession was good for the soul—after all.

“But I can’t!” Tom screamed in frustration, throwing his arms to the sky as he slumped into his chair. “Ever since the case, and even after I was cleared, I can’t get a job anywhere around here. Kids no longer walk around alone, all in groups or with adult watching like hawks. I so want to do it again, to feel that rush of power and control, but people are watching too closely—I can’t go anywhere near children.”

Tom paused for a moment to gather himself in the seat. To Pastor Tom he pleaded, “I need help. I know I’m going to do it again but this time I don’t have the resources to get away with it. I need help to bury these feelings—These dark desires.”

“At least until you can find a place and time where you can do it again,” Pastor John snuck in, as he could tell Tom wasn’t going to say it. It’s rare that you find the man or woman who is willing to admit to such a deviant desire.

However, John pointed this out to make sure that Tom knew nothing was hidden from the priest. The way that Tom gaped in surprise told John all he needed to know. Then again, John had chosen this life and was pretty good at reading people as well.

Before Tom could say anything else, the heavy wooden door creaked open. “Hey John, what’s …” a tall burly man said as he walked in without a care in the world. It was seeing Tom sitting in his chair that made the entrant break into gut busting laughter. When the man could finally speak he stated, “I was wondering when we’d be seeing you.”

As the door closed again, Tom stared slack-jawed at the who’d entered. ‘What did he mean by that?’ Tom wondered as the man continued chuckling while making a drink for himself.

“Have you tried the coffee yet? It’s good shit. Keeps you going for hours,” the man opined as he poured some of the prepared drink into a proffered cup.

“Don’t mind Andy, Tom. He’s actually one of your biggest fans,” Pastor John suddenly stated, startling Tom.

“Hell yeah I am,” Andy bellowed before downing the entire cup in one go. As he walked over to the cart with all the chairs to get himself one Andy continued, “Those pictures were total money. The bruises on her cheeks where you pinched her mouth open so that you could fuck it. The black and blue splotches all over her body because she just wouldn’t do as told. Had to beat her a bit, didn’t you?”

“Yeah,” Tom sputtered as he tried to figure out what was going on.

After getting his chair set, Andy sat down with a pleased sigh, though the chair groaned a bit under his bulk. “And that inflamed baby cunt. Hot damn, boy! You fucked her good.”

“Andy, you are making him nervous,” John chastised and turned back to Tom. “Forgive him. He’s an excitable fellow as you can see. However, even though he’s a cop you can trust him.”

“He’s a cop!” Tom shouted in fear and jumped out of his seat.

“Who the fuck do you think helped you lose evidence? Had to fake a bit as well. Do you really think no one would notice switched tapes? Especially when they had the wrong dates on them as well?” Andy growled at Tom. As Tom slumped back into his seat Andy added, “Do you really think you got away squeaky clean? Shit boy, that little bitch gave a perfect identification. She knew what was in your house. You made so many God-damned mistakes only an idiot DA would have lost that case.”

Some of what Andy was saying managed to get through Tom’s shocked brain. “You … You helped me? Why?”

“Like I said, that was some hot shit. Can’t let a fellow man of class go up river and be killed by those reprobates,” Andy snorted in answer.

“Thank you,” Tom said gratefully, not realizing just how close he’d really come to being sent to jail.

“It was my pleasure. I beat off to those pictures for a solid week before I couldn’t touch them anymore,” Andy accepted of Tom.

“What happened to them?” Tom wanted to know.

Andy shrugged in resignation. “What do you think? I was cumming buckets over those shots and eventually the bitch just couldn’t handle it anymore.”

Tom and Andy both burst out in laughter at the same time.

Again the door opened. Three people entered. One man and two women. At least Tom thought one was a woman. The other could be …

“Oh, our newest recruit,” the woman cheered and shuffled over quickly to give Tom a big welcome hug. Before Tom could get up from the chair the woman lifted her skirt a bit, revealing gartered stockings on a creamy, delicious thigh, to make sure that she could sit on Tom’s lap, facing him. Tom couldn’t move as she wrapped him up in her surprisingly strong arms and then planted a fierce, tongue probing kiss into his mouth.

By the time Tom could return the kiss the woman was done. “Not bad,” she pronounced and rubbed her crotch over his. “Had a feeling you’d be good for me.”

“Kimberly, be nice,” the man that came in with her admonished as he walked over. “I’m Mark. Pleasure to meet you finally. Big fan of your work,” Mark said as he held out his hand.

Tom took it. His mind was swimming as he tried to figure out what was going on. The other woman walked over to introduce herself. “Laura,” a low toned voice told him.

More people entered. Tom was treated like a celebrity. Everyone of the almost twenty people in the crowded room wanted to give him a hug, dick squeeze or try to suck his tonsils out. Even some of the men. Tom wasn’t queer but as it happened he didn’t resist. Almost enjoying it even.

Finally a woman hurried in. “That should be everyone,” she declared and locked the door once it was fully shut.

“If it ain’t they know the rules,” Andy barked and opened his suit.

Others began to follow. Tom’s eyes bugged out as more and more flesh began to be revealed. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Even more when he saw Laura reveal a cock as large as his.

Now Tom knew the reason for the wardrobe. As soon as a person was fully naked that person would hang the garments away for safe storage. Almost no one wore underwear except for a few of the women. “It’s sexier to have it on than not,” the women giggled as they informed him of their choice.

Even weirder for Tom, his last therapist, the one who recommended Tom coming here as a last ditch effort to save Tom from the pitchforks of the community, was here and smiling at him. “I told you that you’d find the help you needed here,” he smirked, pointing his hardening manhood at Tom as he did.

Tom noticed that everyone took a cup of the coffee, downing it like it was the most delicious thing in the world. The woman that had come in last, now naked like the rest, handed him a cup. “Take it, you’ll need it,” she warned him.

“For what?” Tom asked as he did take the cup but didn’t drink it right away.

“This nights activities. You’re among family now,” she explained with a grin, but then danced off to talk to the Pastor. “Why aren’t you dressed yet dear? I like my hubby all natural.”

To Pastor John, Tom asked incredulously, “You’re married?”

John smirked wickedly at Tom. “I didn’t want to scare him before he knew what was really going on.”

“Then just what’s going on?” Tom asked, somewhere between perplexed and indignant.

“Yeah, let’s get this party started!” some man howled, his boner throbbing hard and insistently.

“Very well,” Pastor John agreed and walked over to a book case located on an interior wall. Reaching up he pulled on the sconce near it. Like in the movies the bookcase moved but first it pushed out from the wall a fair bit before swinging open to reveal a doorway behind it. No one would be able to tell that this bookcase could hide such a thing as the visible signs were not present or easily visible.

Babbling like eager school children, the crowd began to spill down the stairs like a stream of water. “You, my dear, are over dressed,” Pastor John’s wife chided and began to help divest Tom of his heavily worn clothes without tearing them.

“What’s going on?” Tom weakly asked of the two as his equally rampant flesh was revealed to the world.

“Oh! That’s a nice one,” the priests wife announced as soon as it appeared. She even gave it a kiss. “It’s a celebration! Not just of you visiting for the first time but a time and place where we can all give into our most basest and darkest desires.”

Tom looked to John. “It’s all true,” John affirmed.

“Are you really a man of the cloth?” Tom just had to ask.

“My Order might be a bit different than what most people assume it to be,” John said enigmatically.

“Drink up big boy,” the wife insisted. “Otherwise you won’t be able to last all night and it won’t be as good for you.”

Tom, now naked, drank the coffee and found it overly sugary. “Great! Now let’s head down and get you your hearts desire!” the wife cheered and pulled Tom with her.

Down a winding staircase, deeper and deeper into the ground, Tom felt the air around him getting lighter rather than cloying. Instead of sense of despair and gravity as he stepped off the last stair to the landing, Tom felt his shoulders lighten as if all of his burdens had been released. The landing led out into a short corridor before it opened out into a wide room. Tom’s jaw dropped as he saw all the kinds of things before him. Things he’d only ever dreamed of owning or using.

Saint Andrew’s Crosses. Rack. Spreader bars and metal restraints. Whips, chains and whips made of chains. All kinds of torture implements that Tom would have loved to own and use.

Many of the implements are already being used. What stunned Tom’s mind were the people being abused. ‘How could this be here?’ he wondered as he took in the entire scene.

Children. The majority of those being abused brutally were children! There were some teens but for the most part it was babies up to barely pubescent.

“Wonderful, isn’t it?” the wife whispered into Tom’s muddled mind. The coffee began to take effect though Tom was unaware of this. All he knew was that he felt an incredible rush and an intense need to act. “Our own personal perverted circus. You have to be vetted before coming here. We don’t want people who get squeamish over a little blood.”

At that Tom chuckled. The woman continued, feeling up his chest as she stood behind him. “Think of what you want and it can be done. Want to fuck a newborn? We can do that. Your first gay experience? Plenty of cock to go around. Ever wanted a dog to suckled on your dick? Just wait a moment and you can.”

“It’s real?” Tom breathlessly whispered. All this was too good to be true.

“It’s all real,” the woman affirmed. “In fact, we have a gift for you since it’s your first time,” and she pointed off in a particular direction.

Andy was striding forward with a heavy chain grasped firmly in his hand. Each step forward pulled something childlike forward as it tried to resist what it saw and what would soon happen to it. “Hah Hah! Didn’t think you’d ever see this tramp again, did you?” he bellowed while yanking the little girl forward viciously.

Gasping for air as she slid to the feet of Tom, she looked up and froze in sheer terror.

Tom was smiling down in pleased surprise. “Hello again little slut. Miss me?” he giggled as he recognized the same girl that he’d abused before.

The girl couldn’t scream. She was too afraid. It was like her worst nightmare coming true.

“Have fun. I know we will,” the woman laughed and swayed away to her chosen pleasure.

Andy handed him the chain leash. “Give her a couple of belts for me,” he bellowed merrily before doing the same as the woman.

Tom turned around to thank Pastor John but was stunned again for a brief moment. Before him was a tall creature, goat-headed, strong chest and arms. Cloven hoofed feet with hairy, goat like legs. A piece of man flesh along with peach-sized balls hung dangerously excited between it’s legs.

Rather than opening it’s mouth to speak, Tom heard Pastor John’s voice in his head.

“Welcome Home.”

The statement crashed into Tom’s mind. Every feeling of regret and fear he had felt since he realized his dark dreams and desires weren’t just thoughts washed away in that moment. A feeling of belonging. Of comfort. For the first time in his life Tom felt FREE!

“I’m home,” Tom replied jubilantly, tears of rapture flowing down his face as he realized it was true.

THE END