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CHAPTER FOURTEEN Luke

"Father Franklin will see you now, Brother Luke."

I smiled at Sister Mary-Ellen and stepped through the door she held open. Franklin was sitting behind his desk, looking like he'd just eaten a sour apple.

"Have a seat, Luke," he said, motioning toward an L-shaped sectional across the room.

"Thank you, Father," I said.

Franklin stood and came to sit on the larger piece of the sectional where the two formed an L-shape, his knee touching mine. I tried to scoot down a bit to avoid touching.

"Stay where you are, Luke," he stated, gripping my thigh with his huge hand. "Now, what brings you in today?"

I gathered my nerve, which was difficult because he had a firm grip on my leg. "I was hoping, sir," I began, before tripping over my words. I inhaled a deep breath and tried again. "Well… hoping to…"

"Spit it out, boy," he gruffed, scorn lifting one corner of his mouth. "I'm a busy man."

"May I please work full time at the furniture store in Bend, Father?" I blurted out.

He looked distrustful. Of course, that was his usual look when it came to requests from his flock. I was prepared to defend my appeal and came with what I hoped was a convincing one.

"The bakery not good enough for you?"

"No, sir," I said, suddenly hearing how that could be interpreted. "I mean, the bakery is wonderful, sir, but I feel I can be of more use at the furniture store since I'm apprenticing with Brother Jim. And I truly want to apprentice full time and make furniture building my trade, sir."

"Have you inquired with Brother Jim about this?"

I knew this line of questioning would come and was prepared for it. "I felt it best to speak with you first, Father."

He studied me while I did my best to keep my composure. The man literally terrified me, and for good reason. As afraid of him as I was, I needed his permission to do what I so desperately wanted to do.

"And what do I get for granting you this favor, Luke?" he asked, zeroing in on my privates. "Surely you didn't think you could waltz in here and get me to do you a kindness without getting one in return, did you?"

He glared at me for a moment before diverting his eyes, once again locking in on my privates. I moved my hands to my lap to shield myself from him. He redirected his eyes to mine, narrowing them, then tilted his head, a not-so-subtle message. I removed my hands and placed each one at my side, resting them on the sofa.

"I promise I will work extra hard, sir. And I think I have a real aptitude for furniture making as well."

"And?" he asked, licking his lips slowly as he continued raking his eyes over me.

"And I'll take on more chores at night when I return."

I'd played this cat-and-mouse game with Franklin on more than one occasion. Certainly, he wouldn't do what he normally liked to do while we were in his office, would he?

"I can't see myself granting you this request, Luke," he stated. "You seem less than willing to show your appreciation."

And by appreciation, he meant fulfilling his sinful desires. Apparently, I'd been wrong. He was unconcerned with where he preyed on me. He knew no one would enter his office without his specific approval. There was zero chance we'd be interrupted.

"After I complete my training, I will be a great asset to the store, sir," I began, hoping against all hope he'd allow the move. "Brother Jim says I have a talent for this type of work. I think I can help improve business, Father."

"Brother Jim, huh?" he said sarcastically. "The same Brother Jim that hasn't found a mate yet?"

"I wouldn't know anything about that, sir," I answered, completely missing his insinuation. "I am very thankful that Brother Jim has taken me under his wing."

"Are you letting Brother Jim soil your body, boy?" he hissed.

His statement was shocking. I couldn't believe he was speaking of such foul sins. But then again, he'd know what that meant.

"Of course not, Father. I would never do that," I insisted.

Franklin stood and made his way to the one window in his office that overlooked the center of the compound. He pulled the blind down and turned toward me.

"You'd never do that?" he growled.

"No, sir. I would never do that."

"And tell me, Luke. Why on God's green earth would I believe you?" he asked, slowly moving toward me.

I sunk deeper into the sofa, unable to disappear into the cushions. My heart raced as the monster in my mind stirred. Franklin was going to force himself on me. I'd made an error in judgment coming here, but I wanted to work full time at the furniture store so badly that I'd taken the risk. I would do anything and everything to be closer to the man from Seattle more days of the week.

"Please, Father. Allow me to work full time building furniture," I whispered.

My head was spinning as unease settled into my stomach. The desire to throw up was overwhelming, but the desire to get my wish was even stronger. Who was I in this perverse dance? What sin was I willing to commit to have my way?

I stood up and stared at Franklin as he got within three steps of me. He paused, surprised by my sudden move, and studied me carefully. This Luke was unlike the previous one he'd snuck up on or cornered in the barn. I wasn't cowering this time. My skin crawled as I swallowed the humility and the disgust rising in my throat.

I moved my hands to my belt and watched as he froze. Franklin dragged his tongue across his lips as his eyes darted from my hands to my face. He was hypnotized. An odd, yet commanding, feeling overcame me. I had something he wanted. Something he'd compromise for. Something that gave me power for once.

I undid my belt and the clasp on my jeans, then slowly unzipped. "What are you doing, boy?" he whispered, unable to look away from my lingering fingers as I played with my zipper.

"I'd appreciate working in Bend, Father."

"Well, well, well. Look at you," he hissed. "I should place you in solitary, you nasty, vile sinner."

I stuck my thumbs into the waist of my jeans and let them drop to my ankles. My holy undergarment was exposed. That in itself was a sin and worthy of solitary confinement. Slowly, and with my eyes locked on his, I began unbuttoning my shirt.

Franklin was transfixed. He couldn't take his eyes off my body as I dropped the shirt from my shoulders and stepped out of my jeans. I was terrified and knew that I could face unimaginable consequences. My family could face horrible things for what I was doing, but I had a hunch. I was tired of not fighting back. I was exhausted from being made to feel weak at his hands. Members of our community viewed Franklin as Godlike. Not true; Franklin is the devil.

If this was to work, I had to remain calm. I would have to perform a trick that seemed impossible. He would have to think that I wanted him. The monster lurking in my brain suddenly put on the brakes. The usual anxiety, fight-or-flight, and sickening feelings ceased.

"Can you see your way to allowing my request, Father?" I asked, toying with my boxers, running my thumbs along the inside of the waistband. "Perhaps there is something we could exchange?"

I felt powerful and free as I played my role, but I'd need to prove to him I was serious. The main issue? I had no clue how to convince him I knew what I was doing. It should be obvious to him that my experience was limited to the many assaults I'd endured at his hands.

I'd traveled before to other worlds, using my mind many times, when with Franklin. How else to escape the reality of a true monster here on earth? If I'd shifted my mental presence before, I could do it again. Now was the time to travel. Move to a different place. A place where the me here didn't exist.

My mind shifted to Tate. I fixated on the feelings I had when he was near me. A man who'd captured my breath. My body ached in a way I'd never felt before. Tate made me feel like my insides could explode. There was something about the man that made me want to hold him, to explore him.

I visualized Tate's mouth and the undiscovered need to press mine on his. My body responded immediately as I tricked it into thinking Franklin was my focus. There were no road maps, lessons, or experiences I could follow to express my desire for Tate, but my body woke up whenever I focused on him. Now was the time to concentrate.

I pushed down on the waistband of my boxers. An inch at a time, and then paused for Franklin's response. He was frozen in place in anticipation. I tensed up and my erection flexed beneath the thin material. Moving one hand from the waistband, I outlined my penis with my free hand, making sure Franklin saw my action. My behavior was beyond immoral based on his teachings, yet here I stood.

Franklin wiped his perspiring forehead with the back of his hand. He was a big and disgusting man who had forced me to do unspeakable things with him. It was my turn now. Every fiber of my being was afraid to proceed, fear piling up as it warned my senses to back away from this terrible mistake. But I wanted something even more than fear could tame.

He moved closer, nervously moving his eyes from my privates to my face. Less than a foot of space remained between us. I pushed the boxers to the lowest place I could without revealing everything.

"Is that a yes, Father?" I asked, slowly nodding my head, convincing him to give in to my request. "Is this what you want?"

Franklin gasped when I dropped my boxers to the floor and stepped out of them, standing with my legs further apart, and posing as my penis shot out straight in front of me. I kept my fantasy on Tate, but my words were for him.

"Who's been teaching you these things, boy?" he huffed, touching himself as he practically slobbered. "Your temptation is a sin and you deserve severe punishment."

His words sounded like the Franklin I knew, but his body language had changed. This edition of our dear leader desired something very badly. That something was me.

"There will be no punishment for me today, Father, so say yes."

He refocused on me. There was a flash of his old self there for just a moment as he tested my resolve. I shifted my stance, pushing my hips forward and jutting my penis toward him.

"This is wickedness, boy," he hissed, spraying saliva in the air. "What you are doing to me is a grave and deadly sin."

"Forgive me then, Father. Forgive yourself and say yes to my request."

The tone in my voice was causing him great distress. He was sweating nonstop, swiping at his face, his eyes darting every which way. He was a child fighting the temptation of candy from a stranger. For probably the first time in his life, he desired something, no matter the cost to his position.

"I still call the shots, boy. I am the infallible leader," he murmured.

"Do you want this?" I asked, gripping my testicles and waving my erection toward him. He slowly nodded up and down as he sank to his knees in front of me.

"Yes!" he gasped, leaning forward, mouth open.

I placed a hand on his forehead and stopped him from reaching my penis. My knees were locked so as not to give away the fear racing through my body. What was I doing? Who was I?

"Are we in agreement?" I asked, making sure he understood.

"Yes! For fuck's sake! You can work full time in Bend," he gasped, his voice sounding like he was in pain, desperate for relief.

My hand fell to my side as Franklin took my penis in his mouth. I closed my eyes and thought of Tate. We were kissing, and he was caressing my chest and smiling at me. "I love you, Luke."

The monster was there like he always was, but he wasn't taunting me. Not this time.

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