The Priest

The Priest : Part 3

Next morning we went up to go to exercise. I put on my shorts and the shoes and went to the line.

Pepe was running behind me, “you know pretty girl I won’t be in detention today”.

“Why not”, I asked.

“Because we will go to a place that is meant to advertise books, we were invited”.

“Really? I said.

“Yeah, but as soon as we come back I will go to detention and I will stay there in the darkness, I heard about your little drama you did last night”.

I didn’t respond to that, what could I said; that I didn’t cry and beg, would be a lie; that I wasn’t sacred, would be a lie. The reason I traveled alone was to get face to face with my fears and I totally failed.

When everybody went to shower Pepe got me and took me apart. He put me against the wall.

I thought he would hit me and thought I deserved it. But he kissed me, he hug me and I felt his arms around me, it was so great.

I hug him as well and had his tongue in my mouth and felt so much emotion but then I remembered that we would get in troubles again.

I pushed him. He looked at me and said, “You are such a pussy”.

“You have to go first to the shower”, he said, “you are number nine”. I walked away to the showers feeling myself just what he said I was”.

We were told about the invitation we had, just what Pepe told me a bit earlier.

We were told that we would assist to a place where somebody was offering an exhibition of books with the topic in ancient legends.

There would be a rendering of a legend and we would be part of it.

All we had to do was to stay in formation and watch a man dressed as a medieval priest telling about a legend.

I most say that if there is something abundant in my community are legends, although we don’t have books because we don’t even read but the more they are told the more they stay alive.

We were told to wear the uniform that was meant for ceremonies. Shoes made in fabric, thick white socks, shorts in kaki color and a shirt with short sleeves.

We had also a beret in a dark blue color. We were all dressed equal, including Mauricio who was our leader.

While we were standing in formation Mauricio told me to hold a bunch of flowers As part of the representation I had to march counting slowly towards the priest.

I wouldn't be alone, tow guys would march next to me but I would be in the middle holding the flowers.

“Why me”, I asked. “The speaker choose you,he wants you to do it", Mauricio said.

One guy would be counting, one tow, one tow, as we walked and he would mark stop. Then I would continue alone countin one tow, one tow, in my mind to get in front of the priest.

The priest was a man dressed in a tunic who was the one telling the legend.

Counting one tow, one tow I would reach the altar, I had to kneel and gave him the flowers.

And that was exactly what we did, but it wasn’t perfect. After I kneel and he put his hand on my head he said some words and I was supposed to get on my feet.

I don’t know but this kind of thing has more effect on me than it has on any of my roommates.

His words were like a spell to me, although I went sure to bring my cross of palm those words had some effect on me.

When the priest put his hand on my head saying the enchantment I felt that he was doing something wrong. I was letting this man make an enchantment that could be dangerous, who could said the consequences..

I was supposed to get on my feet but I wasn’t able to move. I heard the man whispering to me saying, “stand up, you have to go back”.

I went on my feet and started walking backwards, which is how I was told to do it.

Then I felt that I stepped at something. It was the feet of one of my roommates who pulled me from my shirt and moved me in between them.

I heard people laughing. I think they noticed that I did something wrong.

Finally the guy marked half turn and we marched towards the big group.

When we arrived we waited till the whole thing finished and we were invited to lunch.

Before we left in direction to the bus a big guy went to talk to our leader and said that I did very good my part.

Then I realized that the tall man with white hair on his arms was the priest during the enactment. The white hair on his arms was the only thing I saw when I was in front of him.

Then he said, “I would like to invite Cobo to visit the exhibition of legends”. Mauricio looked at me and I said nothing.

Mauricio said, “Of course, if he wants to ”.

Then I raised my shoulders. “Are you sure?”, Mauricio asked to me.

“He has something like breakdowns it’s why I am asking him to be sure”, he explained.

I actually didn’t care but wasn’t sure if it was better to go back and see Pepe going to detention or walking with a fake priest to see the title of a bunch of books.

“It’s okay”, I said.

They left and I felt myself in the middle of nothing with a complete stranger who at least for me looked like a sorcerer.

“You may call me Mr. Tim”, he said. “okay”, I said.

“Your leader told me a little bit about your background would you like to see books related to that?”.

“I don’t even know what is my background why would I like to see that”, I said. Later I realized that I was rude.

“Lets go then”, he said. “Wonder if something is bothering you”.

“Sorry”, I said, I was thinking about a friend who is in troubles but it’s all right to see books Sir”.

He was telling me about the books and the legends and also asking me questions.

“Tell me about you”, he said.

“It’s nothing so different”, I said. “I used to dance. I even went to fairs to dance. First I went with a group and later I went on my own”.

“Was easy to be accepted to dance in public?”, he asked.

“It was by chance”, I explained. “My cousins do acrobatics and I used to play with them doing acrobatics, just for fun. One day they needed me to go to the top of a formation, sat on a chair and raise my arm. I did it fine and people celebrated me more than they celebrated to the whole group”.

“Was it very high?”, he asked.

“Yes it was, but I don’t feel fear to heights”. I said.

“Then you are a brave young man”, He said.

”Yes, I am. Later, the owner of the fair accepted me to dance and I started doing a little dance on week ends before the performance of other actors started”.

I said

“Your cousins were probably very happy for you”, he said.

“No”, I said, “they hated me since then”.

“Sorry to hear that”, he said.

Since we had broken the ice we kept talking and he invited me to have dinner.

“One rule in the congregation is that I most be on time for dinner Sir”, I said.

“And what time is that?”, he asked.

“Eight”, I said.

“I have some news for you because it’s eight o’clock already”. He said.

“Oh no”, I said, this can’t be happening, I’ll go to detention again”. I said.

“Lets make a deal”, he said. “I will call to the house and tell them that I invited you to stay and that I’ll sent you back in the morning after you have breakfast with me”.

“That would be breaking three more rules Sir”. I said.

“Don’t worry they will understand lets go and make a call”.

“Okay”, I said. “If they say it’s all right I will be very happy”.

We went to call and seem like everything was fine.

After dinner we went to a small apartment where he was staying and he started telling me about the legend that he presented that day.

It was not totally boring, but I couldn’t stop yawning. The good thing was that he gave me sweet liquor that made me break another rule but was delicious.

“Do you want a little bit more, it will help you to sleep better”, he said.

“It was true, actually the drink made me sleepy so one more would make me sleep like a rock and no fear would come to me.

I got the drink and this time I didn’t tasted as much as I did before. I wanted just to get sleepy.

Just in case I said, “Sir, I wonder if I could have the door open, I can’t sleep in an empty place”.

“Is that some sort of phobia”, he asked.

“I guess it’s something like that, I don’t know really”.

“Of course you can do that if you wish, I warn you, I snore very strong”. He said.

“Snoring is like a lullaby for me Sir”. I said.

“Very well, he said, I will be in the next room if you need anything.

I took of my socks, trousers and shirt, kept my t-shirt and briefs and went to bed.

Mr. Tim went to his bedroom and it was true, his snoring was one of the best I had ever heard.

I went to sleep very soon. Then my dreams started. In my dream I was in my community with Paulino, the sorcerer.

He was cleaning me with the egg passing it all throughout my body. My dream started turning into a nightmare but before it went worst I felt an earthquake.

I woke up, went to the next room and I tried to wake up to Mr. Tim but he didn’t respond.

The walls were moving and the sound was louder.

I looked to the door trying to get out of the building but my legs didn’t respond. I wasn’t able to move.

I started smelling something similar to the wood that Paulino burned that day and the light was the light of the candles.

I felt the room full of steam, the wind and the light went off. The wind started moving again and the spirits started to surround me.

I thought it was the end for me. That presence that I saw when I went to the sorcerer would come to get me. I just hoped it wouldn’t but it started to appear.

It was that black tunic and the shape of it’s body but this time it wasn’t as empty as I saw it before, it was transparent white, I was able to see it. Finally I was seeing it although it had no color.

“I have to negotiate”, I said to myself. “But how can I negotiate anything”.

I went to see to Mr. Tim in the other room but he wasn’t there, I went back to my room and tried to sing but my words didn’t come. Seem like in dreams it is impossible to sing.

Mr. Tim had disappeared and I was alone with that thing. The warm feeling turn into cold and the tunic embraced me holding me towards my bed, just as things happened the last time in my community.

I felt it’s weight. It was hurting me, it was doing something in my ass. Like the inyetion that the dentist put in my mouth just as bad as that but in my ass. It was doing noises, something inside my body and different sounds close to my ears.

That old presence that had being chasing me for years was going to kill me.

“I know you”, I said. “I know you, I can see you”, I said.

"If you don't kill me I will let you use my ass but you have to go after you finish", I said. "But you most do it slowly".

The dark entity kept fucking me, and I didn't complain any more, in my dream I learned to relax my anus and I cum.

Its arms started to get some color and went clearer. Finally I saw some flesh in it. It had a body and it was not empty. I only saw its arms because it was behind me but I knew it was visible.

The earthquake become a high sound like a “piiiiiii”, and the room looked with artificial light coming from the window.

Then I heard, “Wake up Cobo, it’s just a bad dream”.

It wasn’t that presence anymore, Mr. Tim was moving my body.

I understood that I was awake.

I moved to sit on the edge of the bed. I found myself with no underwear, wet and sticky. I cum in my dream, a very big cum.

“Where are my clothes?”, I asked.

“Seem you didn’t have any”, Mr Tim said.

“I had my pants and a t-shirt”, I said.

“Well, it’s clear to me that you don’t have any, they have disappeared, it’s my guess”. He said.

“Yes”, I said, “They disappeared, it's incredible”.

Something was different. I felt myself strange, as if all my fears had gone.

“It’s intriguing”, I said.

“What is intriguing”, he asked.

“Are you really a priest”, I asked to Mr. Tim.

“Not really”, he said, “I went to the seminary for a couple of years but never become a priest, why you ask”.

“I am not sure but probably that enchantment that you made to me during the ceremony has done something good”.

“Why you think that?”, He asked

I feel as if my fears had just gone”, I said.

“Why”, he asked again.

“I saw the flesh of the spirit that has been chasing me for years”.

“Do you mean that I made some magic on you?”. He said.

“Yes, I saw it’s arms,I negotiated”, I said.

Mr. Tim stopped asking, probably he thought I was saying no sense things.

“Now that you are free of bad spirits we could have a shower and have some breakfast, would you like that?”.

“Breaklfast is okay Sir”.

“Fine”, he said, Lets go to have breakfast and I will send you to the congregation.

I went on my feet and felt that uncomfortable feeling in my back hole, a strange feeling in my butt”.

“Are you all right?”, Mr. Tim said.

“Yes”, I said, “That thing did something to me, I can’t tell you because it's nasty, I am sure you don't want to know”.

We had breakfast and I was in full relaxation, as if I could sing high notes again. “What else are you thinking”, Mr. Tim asked.

“I wouldn’t even care if they send me to detention for the whole week”, I said. “It’s much what I have earned this last night”.

"Me too", Mr Tim said. "Never thought that I could do real magic as in my books of legends".

"yeah", I said.

And this is why I wrote my story, because it’s how I confronted that presence that made me felt so bad for years.

It's strange that I am not sure if I can say that I experienced sex or not.

I don't know if sex in dreams counts as sex or not. But I am absolutely sure that the dark entity is gay and it has a very hard thing that went in my ass.

I have found a job in a store that sells second hand things, and I am just waiting to save to buy my truck and go back to my hometown.

Pepe lives in the congregation, we are good friends but we never had actually nothing more than kissing each other, besides his habit to suck me.

I live actually in the house of the owner of the store. He also uses me to model for his drawings and he has made a lot.

Although I don't live in the congregation I join my friends when they organize a camping and I keep being number nine.

Pepe asked me why I was so confident and different and he liked the change. My words come out and said, “I saw the arms of the shadow that has been chasing me".

“A shadow?”, Pepe said.

“Yes it was an entity, it can’t chase me or scare me anymore”. I explained. “Do you think I am crazy?”, I asked to Pepe.

“I don’t”, Pepe said.

“So what you think?”, I asked.

“I am sure that the entity will find you again, maybe it will come much worst, don't you think it could happen?”

“Shit, don't say that Pepe”.

My story will continue, I just need to wait till happens what comes after.

My story was three parts.

PART I "The Sorcerer"
PART II "The Congregation of Light"
PART III The Priest"