Page 21 of Thots and Prayers

“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.

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