returned as the man’s hand descended to grip the part of me that we referred to as ‘cock.’  “Holy Mary, Mother of God...” 

I was forced to stop my prayer as the heat of the man’s hand seeped through the rough wool of my robe.  I gasped when my body responded in kind, my flesh hardening in his fist.  When he began to stroke me, I mortified myself by allowing a soft, keening moan escape my lips.  He pulled my robe up to expose my backside and I felt the chill of the sanctuary beyond as a spear within my soul.  His hand continued its sinful manipulation of my cock as his other one dipped into the cleft of my buttocks.  When his finger found my entrance, I let out another agonized cry.

“Holy Mary, Mother of God,” I whispered as a single finger entered me, “pray for us sinners...” 

I stopped and gasped as the man’s finger slid further into my body to torment me beyond reason.  With a slow, gentle twist, the finger brushed over a part of me that I had never known to be there.  I felt my soul begin to burn with the fires of Hell as my body shook in the manner of possession.  Indeed as I began to once more catch my breath, I had thought my soul possessed.  Then the finger withdrew and I thought my plight over.

I began my prayer once more.  “Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.”  I then felt something much larger press against my entrance.  It was slick, as if lathed in oils, and when I took a deep breath, it entered me. 

“Amen,” I breathed as my body stretched around the invading object.  When I felt the warmth of a body against my back, I knew what was happening. 

I began to pray once more for my soul as the man behind me withdrew and reentered me.  I felt the sting of sweat as it dripped from my brow to my eyes and finally to slip beneath my robe.  The man’s breath was hot on my neck and his grunts were feral and deep.  My soul began to wage war with my body as the pain turned to pleasure.  I leaned forward and braced myself with my palms flat on the stone wall before me.  The man gripped my hips and began to withdraw and enter me at an increased pace, every stroke increasing my pleasure until I felt I would die from it.  When I thought I could not take anymore, the man groaned and I felt the heat of his seed as it filled my body.  Seconds later, my seed soaked through the front of my robe, coating the rough fabric and his other hand.  When we both were done, I felt the man withdraw from me.

“Two Our Fathers, five Hail Marys,” he whispered. 

I gasped, as I knew the voice belonged to none other than Father Dominic himself.