Page 6 of Forgive Me Father: For I Have Sinned

“You ever sucked a dick boy?” he asked me as we walked past a series of windows. Memories of the torment I’d been subjected to behind the parish walls filed through my brain.

On the other side of each pane of glass, we passed were boys, all around my age, down on their knees in the assumed position, sucking the dicks of a trashy patron. Other participants stood nearby, staring at the pornographic scenes playing out in front of them while jacking off. As we passed one window, an onlooker came all over a poor kid on his knees. The guy on the receiving end of the blowjob gripped a handful of his hair, pulled his head hard against his groin and shoved his dick so far down the kid’s throat that his face turned red before his assailant came with a final grunt. When he was done, he tossed two twenties down onto the spunk coated floor, zipped up his pants, laughed, and walked away. The poor kid was choking just before puking all over the floor.

The man I was walking with tapped his knuckle on the glass. “You’re gonna clean that mess up boy.” The poor kid who was still attempting to catch his breath didn’t even bother looking up, and I didn’t blame him.

“What the hell?” I mumbled lowly, but apparently not low enough.

“Pays well if you’re interested. Forty bucks a suck and it’s a fifty-fifty split with the house. I’m Doug, by the way. Owner of this fine establishment.”

Fine my ass, that place was beyond disgusting. We kept moving forward. In another stall we passed, a kid was actually getting his ass handed to him– literally.

“Now fucking, that’s a whole other ball game. That’s a C-note. Still, an even split with the house, that is if they don’t split you first,” his evil cackle reverberated down the darkened hallway, making me sick to my stomach.

Just as I was about to ask him what a C-note was, I spotted the disgusting fuck nailing the poor kid, come with a groan before pulling out flicking the used condom down on the floor and tossed a hundred-dollar bill on top of it. Humiliated, he kept his head against the wall, I watched as tears trickled down his face. I felt for him, I really did. That was fucked up and disturbing on so many levels that I couldn’t wait to get as far away from that place as I could.

I turned, sprinting back down the way we’d come, through the bar area and out the door, not stopping until I was several blocks away. When my legs finally had enough, I stopped. Leaning against the brick wall, I bent over to try and catch my breath and rid my brain of the things it’d just seen. Were any of those kids even of legal age? I know I wasn’t, and Doug hadn’t even asked me how old I was. The slimy piece of shit.

Once my lungs were filled, I took off running again, not stopping until I’d burst through the front door of our apartment and was tucked safely behind our bedroom door. With my back against it, I slid down to the floor, scaring the shit out of Robert and Jason who were immediately by my side.

“Dude, what the fuck. Are you okay?” Robert asked as Jason sat on the floor beside me.

“Ever… been,” I gasped, catching a brief breath. “Our Secret Place?” I damn near said in one word. They looked between each other, no more words passed between them. They knew the place. After helping me up, I fell back onto my bed, covered my face with the pillow and screamed as the image of that kid’s crying on the other side of the glass hit me again.

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