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You enter the church with a gaggle of other people. It was Sunday, and the church had just begun. You and the gaggle of other human beings that entered the church with you filtered into the Nave. You sat relatively close to the front, three rows back, so you could hide that you were not reading your Bible verses but writing and drawing in a bible-like notebook. You only came to church today to get your pestering parents off your back about ‘not being a woman of god.’ little did they know you weren’t even a woman!

The Priest at the altar in front of you piqued your interest. He looked similar to a mass murderer and serial cannibal who had been killed a few months ago. He was big; you estimated about six foot seven, maybe eight. Though most Priests you knew were clean-shaven, his face carried a light stubble, and his hair was messy. His large hands handling the book on the podium looked like they could crush your skull.

You felt as your face flushed a bright red, having to tear your eyes away from him. Oh, you could only imagine what was under that robe. Your hand worked against your brain as you took notes on him and drew him alongside other images you had drawn of other people you fancied. It was full of hearts, pages, and pages of them. Pages full of the serial cannibal that you had hyper-fixated on weeks ago. The pages held sinful drawings and notes. Ones you would never want to get out.

The man at the podium coughed, clearing his throat and getting everyone’s attention, as the sermon started, “ Welcome, Brother and Sisters! I hope y’all will enjoy today’s sermon, as we’ll be talking about the night our lord Jesus was born!” His southern accent came through thick as he talked, as he started reading through the verses.   " Nevertheless, there will be no more gloom for those in distress. In the past, he humbled the land of Zebulun and the land of Naphtali, but in the future, he will honor Galilee of the nations, by way of the Sea, beyond the Jordan—"

You had earbuds that blended with your skin well enough not to be noticed, so you didn’t pay much attention as you took notes and drew away. You didn’t even notice when the sermon ended, as no one had sat past you. It was a small town, after all, and you didn't know anyone. No doubt, no one sat next to you. Even when you were younger, you were outcasts. Maybe they could tell you weren't... normal. 

Soon, you felt a presence over your shoulder, causing you to shut your ‘bible’ quickly. Looking up, You saw that it was the Priest. “Brother Y/N! How lovely it is to see ya!” you had no clue how this man knew your name. Maybe your parents had told him, now that you thought of it. However, they would consistently ‘forget’ to use masculine terms on you, so maybe not. 

“H-hello, Father.” You stammered out, standing up, still having to look up to make eye contact with this man. Placing your ‘bible’ down beside you. “It’s great to see ya finally attend, Brother!” He smiled a tremendously wide grin that made you feel like he was going to do something wrong to you, like. You nod, pushing past him to get out and get out.

“I’m so glad anotha lil lamb decided to join our lil family here! I’d love to get to know ya.” He hummed lowly, clasping his hands together, continuously facing you. “Tell me a bit about ya self; Why don’t ya, lamb?” He offered.

You looked around nervously, face turning a bright red as this huge man towered over you. “There's not much t-to know-” You shrugged “-what w-would you like to k-know F-Father?” your eyes darted to the floor, so you wouldn’t have to look at this tower of a man much longer. Then up to his chest, realizing you didn’t know his name. Velseb, is an oddly familiar name. 

He chuckled lowly. “Well, how about your age? Why you’ve decided to join our little family?” He offered. “We-well, I’m about 26, a-and I’d l-like to keep why I j-joined private,” you mumbled, scooting away from him. Before he could talk anymore, you slipped away.

Your face flushed, and your mind was much too full to remember your’ bible.’ “Wait, I needed to talk to ya!” He had bellowed after you, but it was much too late. You were already gone out of his church. He sighed, shaking his head. He would have to wait a bit longer to get his hands on that little lamb. 

He would have to wait longer to have a taste of you.

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To His dismay, Bob sighed. He wanted to go after Y/N, but they clearly didn’t want to be there. Wiping the drool from his mouth where it had collected. He grabbed the book they had left on the seat, holding it under his arm as he shuffled to his office. He held his head slightly lower than usual, though no one was around. His grinning face had fallen into a slight grimace. 

Sitting in his office and putting your book on his desk, he sat back, a red tint flooding his face. His thoughts swarmed with Y/N. His hand trailed under his robes, his brain swirling with thoughts of them. Palming himself, he knew it was wrong. This was a house of god, after all. He shouldn’t have, but he did.

Pulling up his robes, he continued to palm himself through the black pants under the robe. Moaning slightly, he pulled himself out of his pants. Slowly, he started pumping at himself, thoughts continuing to swirl with you, how you were so much smaller than him, how he could easily crush you with just his hand. He bit his lip, knowing the room echoed badly, muttering your name under his breath.

He slowly speeds up, not being able to not think of you. He just had to have ya. Bob imagined it was you, your mouth around his throbbing cock. Now pressing his head into his desk, drool dripping from his mouth. It wasn’t long before he came, muttering your name. It had been...a while since he felt pleasure like that.

Sitting up, he looked at the mess he had made, his cum now dripping onto the carpeted floor and off of his desk. Fuck he was going to have to clean that up, and soon. 

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May I talk to you?


You sigh, entering the church again. You had left your ‘bible’ a few days ago and had heard through the grapevine that there was a baptism today, and you have decided to go watch anyways. To know more about the process! As well as get your book back. No other... Other reasons .

You sat up near the front, close enough to see the baptism, but to the left, where the Priest’s office was. The plan was to slip in there and hope to hell he hadn’t seen anything in it. Up on the baptismal font, Father Velseb stood, in his baptism robes.

They were sheer white, with gold edgings. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him, no matter how hard you tried. Your brain is filled with thoughts of what such a big man could do to you. Holding you, hugging you, fu- No. No, this is still a holy place of worship. You need to be clean, you can think about him later.

The person who was supposed to be baptized stepped up, and into the water. Bob did the same. He then pours some of the baptismal water over the being's head three times, baptizing them in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

“Jasper I baptize you. In the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.”  He spoke loudly. Pulling the being up, the wet white cloth revealed much more on Father Velseb then they were supposed to.

You couldn’t tear your eyes off of his chubby body. You could see scars through the sheer clothes, and, his bulge. You tore your eyes away from him, with a small sigh. He was the pastor, the priest, after all!! You can’t be thinking these things about him, You can’t be, you can’t.

He steps down, flushed, and quickly leaves to go change. You sigh again, and watch as the kid he had just baptized runs down to his parents and be happy. If only you could feel that way around your parents…

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It’s a cold Sunday, and you’re standing there, in your white baptism gown. Holding onto your mom's hand, you shiver, and look up at her, telling her you’re cold.

‘Don’t worry, Y/N, you’ll be baptized soon.’ she said, stepping forward in the line of kids waiting to be dunked in the ice cold water. The screams of freezing children spiked through the air, as you got closer and closer to the water.

Soon you stepped into the ice-cold water. You could see your breath as you stepped closer to the impending figure. He grabbed you harshly pulling you from your mom, you screeched, before being shoved harshly into the water.

Deep, dark, scared. It was cold, you were going numb. You were drowning, in this shallow pool of water. When you drown, your instincts tell you to kick, to jump, you’re so desperate to get to that surface, you’re acting as if you’re running. You really can’t help it. It’s so frustrating because you know you’re a lost cause, and you’re in a state of panic. You’re gagged by water and you can’t scream.

Eventually, your lungs start to burn. You’re desperate for that sweet taste of oxygen, you want to go home. You keep thinking you can breathe, you’re in absolute denial - but you just can’t breathe. You start holding your throat. Eventually, your lungs give out, and you take a deep, deep breath. You’re desperate for satisfaction, craving to breathe so desperately, but you just feel the water fill you and make you heavier, you feel the weight of it clog all your orifices. It’s hard to explain but the weight of water just .. hurts so badly in the end.

It felt like forever before you were pulled up again. Gasping for air, you cried, shaking, in fear and from the cold.
Your mother took you away from the man and left to dry you off. Telling you to stop being such a baby. Did she not see how they just tried to DROWN you!?

You were only four. only Four when this happened. yet its not the worst you remember...

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The ceremony ended, and you snapped from your trama-filled trance, as someone bumped into you. You looked up, to ask them to watch where they were going when your eyes where met with the large gaze of Velseb. You gulp.

Did he see how you were looking at him? Did he somehow read your sinful thought? You panic while standing up and giving him a weary smile. He smiles down at you. You think how large he is. You’re about 5’6’’, so, he's at least 6 feet tall… maybe taller. Definitely taller. He’s wide too, and that's, scary.

“Brother Y/N! So, Good to see you again. Ya ran off so quickly the first time we talked. I was wantin to talk to ya for a while, but ya keep runnin off.” He spoke, placing his hand on your shoulder. gripping it tightly, to prevent you from dashing off again. 

You gulp. Talk to you about what? This sounded like trouble…