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Edvard wasn’t one who could live unaffected by another man’s death on his conscience… The man - the boy! - whose death made him abandon the ‘outside world’ still haunts his nightmares… His days of alcohol abuse and violence are long past, but that ill-fated bar fight remains vivid in his memory

He never confessed his deed to the police… There was a higher authority with which he needed to make peace, and that was God

It’s been 10 years since he first arrived at the Carthusian charterhouse, dropped to his knees and begged the prior and the other hermits to accept a murderer in their midst

In the intimacy of his isolated cell, he’s been living a chaste life of prayer, meditation and fast… And also daily, hard workouts, as this has been the only habit he couldn’t fully abandon

But even secluded monks have to leave their cells from time to time, and it was on one such occasion that you saw him… You instantly became captivated by his downcast, tormented eyes, by his cat-like moves and the beautiful shape of his body which you could guess underneath his habit

He fascinates you… He’s no ordinary priest. You want to get to know him, explore his mind, his conscience, his body, and he becomes a tormenting obsession to you

The hermits mind their own business… They remain isolated in their cells most of the time, and the thick walls around them are practically soundproof

It’s dark. You knock on his door, and tell him you carry an urgent message from the prior

He opens the door, and you enter his modest cell. Near the uncomfortable looking bed is a nightstand, on which lie a pile of books, a cross, some prayer beads and a few candles. The atmosphere is intimate, and a smell of incense fills your nostrils

He eyes you suspiciously and asks you about the message… You open your bag, reach for the syringe and with a quick move you stab his thigh with it

It’s a big dose of sedative, so he passes out pretty quickly. Your heart is pumping madly in anticipation as you lay him on the bed and tie his wrists and ankles tightly with the rope you’ve brought for this purpose

He looks lovely in his white Carthusian habit, helpless and at your mercy, like an innocent lamb… His eyelashes look even longer in the flickering candlelight, and you kiss his full lips until he starts to regain consciousness

You reach into your bag for the gag and shove it in his mouth to silence him… He starts to struggle but he’s secured to the bed and you chuckle softly in his ear

'Forgive me, father, for I’m just about to sin…' you whisper in his ear, and press your erection against his cock... He gasps and looks at you with wide, alarmed eyes

You reach for your knife and begin to dispose of his robes with impatient cuts… His body is breathtakingly beautiful, his rapidly moving chest and the contortion of his muscles trying to avoid your touch are the most erotic sight you’ve ever seen

'Stay still, saint' you murmur as you begin to explore him with your hungry mouth… sucking and biting at his skin, leaving marks and soon to be bruises all over

You cup his balls possessively, and he yelps… your mouth goes lower on his body and approaches his intimate parts…

He struggles more forcefully and tries to shout, and you punish him with a couple of hard slaps and backhands across his face… The gag breaks his upper lip which becomes stained with blood

You hush him… tell him you understand, it’s been so long since he was last touched… advice him not to fight back, and just enjoy the sensations… there’s nothing else he can do at this point anyway

He eyes you hatefully and the noises he makes are clearly intended to be curses

You turn your attention to his cock, but look into his eyes when you close your mouth around it… He moans and struggles, but you deepthroat him and skillfully make use of your tongue to arouse him

It’s not long before he’s hard as a rock, and you notice that shame has replaced some of his prideful defiance… You continue to pleasure his cock, which is now dripping precum, until you sense he’s about to cum

You grab the prayer beads and wrap them tightly around the base of his cock, then around his balls… He cries out in pain, and you tighten the wrap even more with sadistic delight

His cock sticks out uncomfortably, and is slowly turning an angry shade of purple… You stroke it, and you can see that brings him more pain than pleasure at this point

You take off your own clothes and straddle him… The prayer beads act as a cockring, and you know he’s going to stay hard without release for as long as you want

You deepthroat him again, and he wants to come so badly but simply can’t… You fuck him with your mouth mercilessly, and his hips jerk uncontrollably while he throws muffled curses at you

You reach for the biggest candle on the nightstand and show it to your helpless lover with a wicked grin on your face

He shakes his head in a silent plea for mercy, but you tilt the candle and hot wax licks his skin… He’s in pain and bucks underneath you, but you do it again, and again, until he’s exhausted from the pain

You drop some hot wax on his balls, and almost cum when his sweaty, red body arches beneath you again

You can’t prolong this anymore, so you impale yourself on his aching cock and start riding him violently

You see tears in his eyes now, and bend down to wipe them away with your tongue… you tell him his a lowly murderer, and he deserves this punishment… you kiss his lips, covered in spit and blood, while jerking your cock with one hand

His hard dick feels wonderful inside of you, and with a shudder of pleasure you cum forcefully on his stomach…You wipe the cum with your fingers and push them into his mouth…  

You take his cock out of you and tease it with your hands… he whimpers, and you tell him to ask nicely if he wants to cum

He remains silent and avoids your gaze, but when you wrap your hot mouth around his cock again, you hear what sounds like a faint please… Of course your answer is 'Sorry? I couldn’t make that out', and another gag-distorted faint please reaches your ears… You smile and untie the beads, and deepthroat his cock again…

A muffled scream, and his cock jerks and cums almost immediately. You swallow everything with eagerness

He still can’t bear to look at you, so you bend down and kiss him hungrily again… 'I know how badly you needed this” you whisper. 'Everything happened entirely against your will. Don’t blame yourself for it, priest.'

You get up and get dressed. Another dose of sedative later, the monk can be safely untied and un-gagged. You leave his cell but intend to return as soon as possible. :) <3

One can be both, Stacy dear.

Ed's so quiet :3 If tomorrow you don't tell me what I asked you in my mail, the...alternate version of the monk story becomes public :) And you didn't like the alternate version at all... did you, eddie? >:3

Meanwhile...

It’s winter, you’re on a road somewhere in the north of Ed’s country driving to a nice romantic place with beautiful landscapes where you can spend some lovely time together

You’re the driver, since he just HAD to down a few shots before the trip despite knowing how much you hate to drive on icy roads and wintery weather

You’re deep into a wild region of the country and you’re fighting again… You’re sick of his lies, of how much he dislikes your friends, how he flirts with everyone and how stupid he must think you are when he denies everything over and over again

He says he’s sorry and wants to kiss you but you don’t want any of that, he disgusts you

You stop the car and tell him to get the fuck out… He tells you you’re mad, that there’s no one around for miles and miles and it’s very cold outside

You yell at him to get out again and start to hit him… You throw at him every horrible word you can think of…  He gets out and wants to open the rear door to get his winter jacket from the back seat

You push the pedal to the metal and turn around abruptly, leaving him behind in just a sweater

You watch him shout and run after the car for a while before he disappears in your rear view mirror

You continue to drive full speed down the icy road… Soon a horrible snowstorm starts, and you can barely see where you’re going

You think about Ed, poorly dressed, alone in the snow without anyone to help him, and feel nauseated by what you’ve done…

You panic, you still love the bastard… You could have just dumped him like a normal boyfriend instead of endangering his life

You didn’t expect the weather to change so much and so fast, the snowstorm keeps getting worse, so you turn back to look for Ed

You search for him for hours…. why didn’t the fool stay on the road? You can hardly see anything around the car, it’s snowing and it’s dark, and you fear some wild animal might have attacked him

After a while the weather calms down and you finally spot a dark heap by the road, half covered with snow

You stop the car and rush to Ed’s unconscious body… His hair is white with snow, his lips are blue and he barely breathes

You know it’s very wrong to get aroused now, but you’ve never seen him this vulnerable before, and it makes you want to do unspeakable things to him

Your hands start to caress his chest, you kiss his frozen lips… you want to explore and touch his still warm body with your cold hands

You roll up his sweater and expose his skin to the wintery air… you can’t explain why you find all this so arousing, but you don’t care at this point

You press your hot mouth against his skin, kissing and nibbling at his nipples… he lets out a soft sigh and that arouses you even more

Your hand reaches down and massages his cock through his pants… Fuck, you want that badly… you unzip his pants and pull out his balls and cock, and steam emanates from his body

You lick the tip of his cock, then close your mouth around it… A moan escapes Ed’s lips, and his cock start to get hard despite the cold… 'He’s such a horny bastard!' you hypocritically think with a smile on your face

You keep licking and sucking on his cock, you warm up his body with friction and caresses, and he starts to regain consciousness

His cock is fully erect in your mouth when he opens his beautiful blue eyes and looks at you confused

You hush him and tell him to relax… tell him that you’re sorry and you love him… he has an incredulous look on his face when he becomes fully aware of his situation, but finally smiles and rests his head on the snow 'Rass, you fucking weirdo… You crazy pervert…' He moans when you deepthroat him, and his hips jerk upwards.

He watches you mesmerized… He’s clearly enjoying the sensations elicited by your hot mouth on his cock

Suddenly he grabs your hair and starts thrusting violently in your throat…You choke and suffocate, but feel like you deserve this treatment

He gets up in a swift move and you’re on your belly with your face in the snow in less than a second…  He gets on top of you and you quickly tell him that unlike him you’re ‘a skinny nerd’ who hates the cold, and don’t feel like getting fucked in the snow

He laughs and reminds you who started all this, and your pants are pulled down to expose your intimate parts to the freezing air

He pushes your hips down with his own hips, and you scream when your hard cock buries into the cold snow

‘Ed you bastard!’ you yell as your cock starts to get limp, and he spreads your ass cheeks roughly and moistens your opening with a handful of snow

The cold makes you dizzy, but the sensations are new and exciting, so when he starts pumping you forcefully from behind, your cock gets interested again with astonishing speed

He’s merciless with your tight hole, and pushes your face into the snow… Your ass feels on fire and your face is freezing, and you want to laugh and cry at the same time

He pulls you up on your knees and his hand grabs your cock and starts to stroke it vigorously

It’s not long before it spasms in his hand and you shoot your load on the snow

His arms wrap tightly around you, holding your hips still as he fucks you hard, pulling out almost all the way and then entering you full length… You meet his groans with incoherent curses and moans

He cums inside your ass pushing you down on your belly once more… He lets out a sigh of satisfaction and a chuckle, and his hot breath feels tingly in your ear

You spend a couple of minutes like this before he gets up, tucks his cock back inside his pants and drags you to the car

Your pants are still below your angry red ass when he throws you n the passenger’s seat

‘I’ll be the driver now’, he informs you dryly before he starts the engine. :)

D'aww. That's adorable.

You can't be both, silly. There's no such thing as a Buddhist Catholic. If you can't commit to continuity then the whole effort is just lost. Your reputation as a forum fanfiction author is now tarnished. 

Funny, funny... In what comes next (unless Ed tells me what I want), holy water gets used as lube ;) But maybe you (I?) already know that. Craaazy! Maybe I'm crazy like my sister... dear alter ;) lol

Oh?? You won't be liking what comes next... if Ed doesn't satisfy my...curiosity :3

What comes next? btw using snow as lube? Fucked up imagination!  You're scary. lol

Lol, don't contradict me, you uneducated deep south redneck... monks can be ordained priests in the same religion :)

I researched the Carthusians, being the dedicated writer that I am...

There are no Carthusian abbeys as they have no abbots, and each charterhouse is headed by a prior and is populated by choir monks, referred to as hermits, and lay brothers.

Each hermit —  that is, a monk who is or who will be a priest  — has his own living space, called a cell, usually consisting of a small dwelling. Traditionally there is a one-room lower floor for the storage of wood for a stove, a workshop as all monks engage in some manual labour. A second floor consists of a small entryway with an image of the Virgin Mary as a place of prayer, and a larger room containing a bed, a table for eating meals, a desk for study, a choir stall and kneeler for prayer. Each cell has a high walled garden, wherein the monk may meditate as well as grow flowers for himself and/or vegetables for the common good of the community, as a form of physical exercise.

The hermit spends most of his day in the cell: he meditates, prays the minor hours of the Liturgy of the Hours on his own, eats, studies and writes (Carthusian monks have published scholarly and spiritual works), and works in his garden or at some manual trade. Unless required by other duties, the Carthusian hermit leaves his cell daily only for three prayer services in the monastery chapel, including the community Mass, and occasionally for conferences with his superior. Additionally, once a week, the community members take a long walk in the countryside during which they may speak; on Sundays and feastdays a community meal is taken in silence. Twice a year there is a day-long community recreation, and the monk may receive an annual visit from immediate family members.

The Carthusians do not engage in work of a pastoral or missionary nature. Unlike most monasteries, they do not have retreatants and those who visit for a prolonged period are people who are contemplating entering the monastery. As far as possible, the monks have no contact with the outside world. Their contribution to the world is their life of prayer, which they undertake on behalf of the whole Church and the human race.

In addition to the choir monks there are lay brothers, monks under slightly different types of vows who spend less time in prayer and more time in manual labour; they live a slightly more communal life, sharing a common area of the charterhouse. The lay brothers provide material assistance to the choir monks: cooking meals, doing laundry, undertaking physical repairs, providing the choir monks with books from the library and managing supplies. All of the monks live lives of silence.

Carthusian nuns live a life similar to the monks, but with some differences. Choir nuns tend to lead somewhat less eremitical lives, while still maintaining a strong commitment to solitude and silence.

Today, Carthusians live very much as they originally did, without any relaxing of their rules.

My pace is a bit slower than yours,  wet. Like a slow drip of honey on the tongue.  :)