Jack The Hammer: Campus Kings: Forgiveness at Gethsemane

Hunter Devine knelt at the altar of a small chapel, which had been tucked away in a quiet park near the lacrosse practice field on the university campus. His carefully styled brown hair fell over his eyes as he rocked his muscular body back and forth. The wooden pews and large cross attached to the wall echoed his murmured prayers. His calloused hands were tightly clasped in prayer. Rosary beads dangled from his arm. Usually the worship center was closed this late at night, but Hunter was the leader of the campus chapter of Jocks for Jesus. The devout athlete had been given a key in order to hold devotionals with other Jocks whenever he felt led by the Spirit, but sometimes he went alone. He felt the need for divine intervention tonight more than ever.

Ever since the student posed for the athletic department’s fundraising calendar, coeds had been throwing themselves at him. The pious jock understood why many worldly women wanted him. Hunter resisted the sin of pride like all other sins, but he recognized others would consider him handsome. He led the university lacrosse team and had spent years training and growing his tightly muscled form. His Jocks for Jesus shirt stretched tight about his strong chest. As his body was a temple of the Spirit, Hunter had never partook of drugs, intoxicants, nor sex. Instead he focused on being a warrior for Christ in body and soul. Whenever he felt the temptations of the flesh try to overwhelm him, he would go to the gym or run a lap around the block or do pushups at home. Exercise helped the virile twenty year old block out sinful ideas. The result was a musculature that even many of his brethren Jocks for Jesus confessed made them worried about falling into the sin of envy. 

Tonight Hunter had found a torn out section of the calendar from the month of August. The page had been stuck to the altar, perhaps by one of his teammates playing some kind of joke. However Hunter’s calendar appearance had changed things. He had known doing a photoshoot wearing only a clerical collar and his jockstrap would raise eyebrows, but his team had convinced him it was all in good fun for a worthy cause. Hunter opened his eyes and looked at the picture which had become his cross to bear. 

In the image his honey tanned skin glowed as he leaned against the confessional booth. A finger pressed against his lips as if to keep a naughty secret to himself. His broad shoulders were stretched out and a muscular arm tightly gripped the booth’s door like he wanted to protect the privacy of what he had said inside. His green eyes glinted and his white teeth sparkled in a conspiratorial smile. Light brown hair fanned across his massive pecs and trailed downward across his ten-pack abs. Like his treasure trail, Hunter’s v-shaped torso narrowed towards his obscenely bulging white jockstrap. The tight little scrap of fabric was pulled low enough to show a hint of his thick cock nestled among his pubes. 

The sight filled Hunter with a flush of pride that quickly transformed into shame. God surely gave Hunter such enormous endowments to father many children, not to flaunt them in such a worldly fashion. Hunter knew the Lord worked at His own pace, but the temptations of the flesh were growing daily. Truly the Lord does not give a man more than he can bear, but Hunter worried he was near his breaking point nonetheless. The purity ring he wore on his finger now was also on his hand in the calendar’s image. Many women had taken the ring as a challenge to be the first to experience Hunter plunging his huge manhood into their eager flesh.

Hunter shuddered at the thought of taking one of the cheerleaders or his teammates girlfriend or some scantily clad girl sunning herself at the campus pool. The weight of his sinful thoughts made the gold cross necklace feel like it weighed more than a boulder as it hung between his bulging pectorals. He immediately attempted to turn his thoughts away from such things. He would be pure no matter what! A servant of the Most High like himself must have been made this way in order to be fruitful and multiply. Once he had a wife, Hunter planned to multiply quite often.

Sadly, he had yet to find such a helpmeet. Even many of the Christian girls looked at him oddly when he asked them if they would be properly submissive to Hunter. To his shock, one girl agreed she would submit that evening in his dorm room if he had some handcuffs. Hunter had left the room immediately to flee from such disgusting temptation. The memory of that night along with the aching in his groin made Hunter wish he were less fruitful. He never touched himself down there except to piss and to clean, but increasingly often he would have dreams of women stroking his long dick before climbing on top of him. Sometimes Hunter would awaken covered in sweat with his underwear drenched with his thick, voluminous emissions. His big orbs were extremely productive, yet he had no wife in which to plant his bountiful seed. Hunter had not had such a dream in over a week now, and the pious athlete could feel from the growing ache in his groin that if he slept tonight he would undoubtedly have one of the most intense dreams he had ever experienced. He was using all his willpower not to touch himself. Instead the suffering young jock had chosen to spend the night in prayer with the hope that the Lord would grant him relief from this burden.

A soft creak of the chapel door helped distract him from his sinful desires. Hunter turned to see a large figure approaching through the darkness towards the spotlighted altar.

"Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin.” The words tumbled out of Hunter’s mouth with frantic speed. The lacrosse captain made the sign of the cross over his sweat-drenched Jock’s for Jesus shirt. His muscular arm flexed with the well-practiced movements. His confession echoed ominously in the oppressive silence.

The shadowed figure remained motionless for a few heartbeats before slowly advancing towards him. Hunter swallowed hard. He felt vulnerable like a lamb before a prowling wolf. The man who he had assumed was a chaplain stalked forward with the sinuous grace of a predator despite the stranger’s hulking size. Hunter tried to rise but found his legs shaking beneath him.

"Who… who are you?" he managed to gasp out. His eyes darted around the room for any sign of his teammates playing a prank. “What do you want?”

Jack simply smiled. His own muscles bunched underneath his worn coveralls as he leaned down. His whisper was a raspy, hot breath against Hunter’s ear. “I want to free you from your sins.”

Fear surged through Hunter. A rush of adrenaline ran like fire through his veins. He lunged upwards to attack the intruder, but Jack was more than prepared. A grasp like cold steel clasped about one of Hunter’s thickly muscled bicep. Jack yanked hard and pulled an unbalanced Hunter forward. With a crash, Hunter fell across the neighboring pews. His clear green eyes were wide with panic. He turned around to see the demon.

Jack towered over him. His monstrously scarred face looked like something straight from the infernal pits of hell. Candlelit shadows flickered across his twisted face. Jagged teeth gleamed in the light. Coal black eyes bore into Hunter’s very soul.

"I've been watching you, Hunter." Jack’s voice was a deep and gravely promise that sent shivers down Hunter’s back. "Such a good, devout boy."

“I’m sorry. Forgive me! I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have indulged in such sinful thoughts,” Hunter pleaded.

"Sorry is not enough to save you now," Jack laughed with a cold mockery that echoed through the small chapel. He dragged Hunter upward and back towards the altar. The college jock beat his fists against the killer’s arms, but Jack’s grip only tightened against Hunter’s cannonball-like shoulders. Hunter was not given time to stand before he was slammed onto the wooden altar. 

With a cruel smirk, Jack grabbed hold of Hunter's wrists and tied them above his head. He leaned in close so their faces were inches apart. Jack grabbed the cross necklace laying on Hunter’s sculpted chest. "You're so devoted," Jack sneered mockingly while he traced the cross along the contours of Hunter’s pecs. "Too bad your God can't save you from your own sinful nature."

Jack held Hunter roughly against the cold surface and began to tear away at his clothes. Inch after glorious inch of Hunter’s honey tanned muscular physique was revealed with each rip of fabric. Hunter’s Jock’s for Jesus shirt was shredded to display Hunter's meaty, hairy pecs as they heaved with each of Hunter’s fearful gasps for air. Hunter’s ripped abs tensed with each futile attempt to break free. The rough wood bit into his back, but the sensation was nothing compared to the fear that made his heart race like he was playing a championship game.

“Please… don’t…” Hunter begged, but Jack ignored the pleas. The killer continued to disrobe his captive with an almost reverent fervor. His lacrosse shorts were torn free in an instant. Hunter’s tree trunk thick thighs bulged as the athlete twisted against his bindings. With Hunter spread out before Jack all but naked except for Hunter’s jockstrap, Jack's eyes devoured him greedily. The killer’s gaze lingered over the rippling muscles of Hunter’s abs and chest. He admired every single curve and definition sculpted by years of rigorous training and divine genetics. Hunter was more handsome than his picture. Here before the killer, Hunter’s body would put to shame any sculpture by Michelangelo.  The ways Hunter’s muscles bulged and twitched with each terrified breath filled Jack with a certainty that Hunter was secretly begging to be touched, worshiped… and ruined. 

There was but one scrap of clothing left on the college jock’s body. Jack slowly ran his hands down the trail of hair adorning Hunter’s torso as his fingers approached the bulging white fabric between Hunter’s musclebound legs. With a sudden yank Jack pulled Hunter’s jockstrap down, which left Hunter naked and exposed before the disapproving glare of Jesus on the stained glass window above.

"Look at you. All muscle and a dick made for sin," Jack taunted and ran a scarred hand beneath Hunter's huge balls to stroke the trembling jock’s furry backside. "You're built like an Adonis, a Hercules, but cowering like a scared little lamb."

Hunter clenched his fists as anger joined the chorus of emotions rushing through him. He tried to twist away, but Jack grabbed his legs. Seemingly effortlessly Jack pinned down Hunter’s feet and wrapped rope around them and the altar. A spike of hope turned into a chill of fear when Hunter realized why Jack had left his legs and feet more loosely bound that his arms. Jack squeezed Hunter’s ass in a way that left no mistake how vulnerable his tight pucker was if only Jack would pull up on Hunter’s legs a little. Hunter’s back arched as he impotently struggled in a panicked desire to somehow squirm free of Jack’s grip. Instead Hunter merely increased Jack’s interest in the ways Hunter’s muscles flexed and tightened beneath the killer’s hands. Hunter could feel the serial killer’s hungry gaze roam over every inch of his muscular frame. He felt violated and defiled as Jack’s rough fingers probed his virgin asshole.

"You’re a sick fucking monster," Hunter spat back at Jack through his clenched teeth.

Jack laughed again with a dark and victorious gloating. "Such a filthy mouth for someone so pure." 

As if to emphasize Jack’s mockery, Hunter felt his cock throb and start to engorge. No! Hunter thought in complete denial, but his sex starved body was responding to the killer’s touch. The gentle probing of his ass was sending tiny sparks of pleasure through Hunter’s strong young form. No. No! NO! NO! NO! Hunter thought to himself as his manhood slowly stirred. 

"God does create wonders," Jack said, his voice deep and husky with desire, though he purposefully ignored Hunter’s growing manhood to run his rough hands upwards across the muscular expanse of Hunter’s torso. "Such perfect flesh. I am almost sad to mar this beauty." 

Hunter flinched at the touch but tried to remain still. His eyes locked on the large cross affixed to the wall behind the altar. This must be some sort of test sent by God, he told himself desperately. He just needed to endure this trial and prove his faith. If he could resist the urges coursing through him, then surely he would be forgiven for his previous transgressions.

Jack chuckled at the resolved expression on Hunter's face before roughly grabbing hold of the athlete’s jaw and forcing him to meet Jack’s gaze. "Your God can't save you here, boy. Tonight you're praying to me."

With a twist of his wrist, Jack tore the cross from Hunter's neck and held it up for Hunter to see. Then Jack trailed the small cross down the center of Hunter's chest before tracing an invisible cross over Hunter’s hard abs. Jack paused there to admire the taut muscles flexing beneath the jock’s skin. Hunter gasped as he felt Jack dig the metal into his sensitive nipple. The cold pressure mixed with his fear and arousal to harden his nipples while Hunter fought to suppress the tremors of forbidden pleasure. Jack pocketed the necklace and leaned forward to lick the athlete’s hard pecs and puffy nipples. Hunter closed his eyes tightly shut and begged for mercy in between desperate gasps for air.

"Please... God help me. Please," he prayed under his breath.

Jack rushed up and captured Hunter's lips in a bruising kiss. The killer’s tongue invaded the lacrosse captain's mouth with no regard for the college jock’s wishes. Hunter struggled against him instinctively, but it was like trying to fight off a force of nature. As Jack’s tongue explored every crevice of Hunter’s mouth, Hunter tasted charred flesh as if Jack had only recently escaped the fires of hell.

Jack broke the kiss abruptly and sneered at the dazed look in Hunter's eyes. "You taste like a sinner, Hunter." He licked his lips appreciatively. "But don't worry. I'll purge you of temptation before long.”

"I'm sorry for my sins! I swear I'll repent!" Hunter begged, but when he looked down he saw his cock standing proudly at full erection despite the fear coursing through his veins. He knew he had an impressive dick. Even compared to most of his teammates, Hunter understood he was well endowed, but he had never let someone else see him like this. Long and thick like a marble column, Hunter’s cock was an iron hard testament to his youthful virility. It made Jack’s eyes widen with sadistic lust. 

"Truly a gift from God," Jack whispered reverently as he reached out to touch it. Hunter flinched away at the unwanted contact, but there was nowhere for him to go. He could feel shame weighing on his soul as his body betrayed him further by responding to his molestation. His shaft grew even harder underneath Jack’s rough touch.

"No… no... please stop," Hunter begged desperately. Tears streamed down his handsome face, but pleading only excited Jack more. A wicked grin spread across the killer’s scarred features as Jack explored further. The killer’s hands traced a seductive path downwards until his scarred digits brushed against the base of Hunter's erection. The contact sent electric shocks shooting through Hunter’s body and caused his cock to twitch involuntarily. He groaned in shameful pleasure as Jack laughed cruelly at his reaction.

"Such a big boy for a virgin. You could have been fucking so many girls with this weapon," Jack sneered derisively while tightening his grip on Hunter's heavy ballsack. "It's okay, you can admit it. This is exactly what your sinful flesh craves."

The serial killer ran a calloused finger along Hunter's impressive length and smirked at the way it jumped under his touch. He took his time to savor every inch of the athlete’s body like he was unwrapping a gift made just for him. He grabbed the base of Hunter’s cock hard enough to make Hunter gasp. He leaned in and licked a bead of precum off the tip before continuing the torment.

Hunter bit his lip hard, trying to focus on anything other than the wicked pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't let himself get aroused by this monster. That would be admitting defeat in more ways than one.

"In the name of Christ I rebuke you," he yelled with tears streaming down his face as his hips involuntarily thrust forward when Jack pulled his mouth away. Hunter swallowed thickly against the shame and anger rising in his throat. He could feel precum dripping from his engorged tip and wetting the pubic hair below before trailing down his thickly muscled thighs. The rosary beads that adorned his wrist joined the killer’s mockery as they jingled with Hunter’s futile struggles against his restraints. His cock throbbed between his muscular thighs, begging for attention it would never receive from anything holy. Jack's scarred hands circled over Hunter’s straining thighs. Everywhere Jack touched left a feeling like unholy fire promising more sensual fulfillment if only Hunter would give in.

"Open your legs wider." The words were a low growl. Hunter sobbed but obeyed reluctantly. He could see lust flare in Jack's eyes like the fires of Hell itself had ignited within them. “Beg all you want, but you want this."

Hunter whimpered in denial and fear as he felt hands on him again, roughly fondling his heavy testicles. He tried to close his legs instinctively but was stopped by a knee pressed painfully between his thighs. His cock throbbed in the cool air, shamefully betraying his attempts to resist.

"Don't do this," he pleaded, tears falling freely down his face now, pooling on the taut muscles of his chest and abdomen. The sight only seemed to excite Jack further. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against Hunter's ear as he whispered next words.

"Such an incredible offering." Jack breathed reverently before roughly spreading Hunter's thighs further apart. "You should be honored, Hunter. Not many get to offer themselves up to me like you are now." His rough fingers traced over the inner thigh muscles of the lacrosse captain’s strong legs. Then the killer’s fingers lingered about Hunter’s huge balls and thick cockroot. Hunter’s dick twitched at every touch despite the fear gnawing at the virgin jock’s spirit.

Hunter bit down hard on his bottom lip until he tasted copper in an attempt to silence the moaning noises escaping him. It was no use. Each and every brush of those callused digits against his sensitive skin felt like fire and ice all at once. Even the slightest stroke awakened desires he had suppressed since puberty.

"You're so eager," Jack chuckled darkly and grabbed hold of Hunter's ankles. He loosed the rope and pushed Hunter’s legs up towards the ceiling until his victim’s legs were like a sacrifice on the altar before him. The jock’s tight little pucker was so very vulnerable and exposed. "Such a shame you saved yourself for worship instead of being worshiped.”

Hunter's cheeks burned hotter than the fiery hells he had been warned about in Sunday school. He squeezed his eyes closed tightly and prayed for the strength to endure whatever was coming next.

Hunter gasped as Jack's tongue licked a burning path up the length of Hunter's cock then teased his sensitive slit before dipping down to swirl around the head. It ignited every nerve ending in its wake until Hunter was writhing on the altar. Needy moans escaped him despite his best efforts to remain silent.

"Please… don’t… Please… stop!" He begged brokenly but his pleas fell on deaf ears as Jack continued his assault. Jack sucked on each bulging vein along Hunter’s length before wrapping his lips around the head and diving downward to take the athlete’s entire cock all in one go. Hunter's back arched off the altar involuntarily at the sudden explosion of mind blanking pleasure coursing through every millimeter of Hunter’s body. His hips bucked upwards as he gasped out God's name in a strangled cry. Jack slowly pulled back while sucking and dragging his tongue across the underside of Hunter’s painfully hard shaft.

"You don't mean that." Jack chuckled after he lifted his mouth off Hunter’s dick with a loud, wet pop. The killer’s eyes met his victim’s pleading gaze with a wicked glint. "Not when all the seed you’re already leaking tastes so fucking delicious." Then he began to suck on the lacrosse star's length in earnest. His scarred hands roamed over the jock's chest and abs as he worked. 

Hunter's eyes widened in both pleasure and shame at the truth of Jack’s words. He moaned softly again when fingers trailed over his abs. Questing fingers dipped briefly into the valley between each muscular mound of his abdominals. Jack’s mouth was filled with his dick, but the killer did not have to say anything when Jack’s dark knowing eyes met Hunter’s wide green ones. They both knew how his body was responding.

Hunter couldn't stop the sounds of pleasure escaping him anymore than he could stop breathing. Each bob of Jack's mouth sent shockwaves through him, each swallow of Jack’s throat felt like the killer was trying to milk out Hunter’s soul, and each swirl of tongue against his sensitive flesh threatened to make him cum right then and there on this holy altar. He thrashed underneath the serial killer. His muscles strained against their restraints as he fought both Jack and his own body's treacherous responses.

"Please… God, help me!" The words were torn from his lips involuntarily in a desperate plea to uncaring heavens for a salvation that would never come. All he received was the taunting sensation of Jack's laughter vibrating through the killer’s body and Hunter’s cock along with the echo of Jack’s mouth slurping up and down Hunter’s dick. The sinful noises reverberated throughout the empty chapel as Jack continued to pleasure him.

Another obscene pop echoed in the building as Jack pulled back again. Hunter's cock was slick with saliva and precum. The young man’s erection throbbed with need, and to his shame Hunter instinctively responded by trying to thrust his manhood up into Jack’s mouth even as the killer stood.

"Please," he begged again despite the fact Hunter was not certain if he was begging for Jack to stop or continue. "I'm sorry… please..."

Jack leaned in close and whispered, "No, you are not forgiven. Not yet."

With a cruel grin, Jack snapped off Hunter’s rosary beads from Hunter’s arm. Hunter watched with confusion and fear as Jack knotted the bead’s rope and reached between Hunter’s spread thighs. Jack then took the rosary beads and twisted them around Hunter’s thick cock. He looped them around once more just above Hunter’s heavy balls. 

"No… NO!" Hunter whimpered pathetically as Jack looped the rope around the boy’s cock and testicles before cinching them tightly into Hunter’s sensitive flesh so that any movement would send waves of painful pleasure through him. The pain was immediate and intense. A guttural moan rose from deep within the athlete, but under the pain Hunter could feel a throbbing pleasure with each beat of his strong heart attempting to force more blood into his swollen sex organs.

"No cumming until I say so," Jack taunted and gave the makeshift cock ring a cruel twist before stepping back to admire his handiwork. Hunter gritted his teeth in pain and humiliation as the beads bit into his sore skin. Hunter gasped for breath. His body trembled uncontrollably with each beat of his racing heart. Tears streamed down Hunter’s face as he tried to focus on anything other than the overwhelming sensations assaulting him. 

"Now let's begin your penance," Jack laughed before advancing on him again. "Because I'm going to show you what true sin feels like." 

Jack pulled out a bottle of anointing oil from behind the altar. Hunter whimpered in terror as drops of it splattered onto his skin. Jack slowly drizzled the oil across Hunter’s body. Streams of oil ran across the athlete’s defined muscles. Jack rubbed the oil across the young man’s beautiful skin. Soon Hunter’s muscular form was slick. Biceps and triceps, pecs and abs, thighs and legs. Jack ensured every inch of Hunter was covered except for Hunter’s straining cock, aching balls, and virgin asshole. Yet some oil pooled around the rosary beads wrapped about Hunter’s dick and balls. More dripped down lower still over the curves of Hunter’s meaty ass. 

Jack stood back and appreciated the sight before him. The spotlight pointing towards the altar combined with the flickering candlelight to cast shadows across Hunter's naked, oiled form. The scene highlighted every muscle of the athlete’s body in sinful detail. The jock’s immaculate torso rose and fell with his sobs. The lighting helped display ever detail of Hunter’s gleaming pecs and abs. Hunter’s gigantic cock throbbed steadily. A small drizzle of precum ran down the long shaft. 

Hunter sobbed quietly. He was unable to form coherent words past the fear and shame. He prayed fervently for help or deliverance from this nightmare. He begged for anything that would end this horrific violation of his body and soul. But his torment was only beginning.

"You keep saying how much you love Jesus," the serial killer sneered. “So I think He should be the one to take your virginity.” Then Jack walked to the wall and pulled down a crucifix. The wooden Jesus on the cross looked like it was begging the heavens.

“Please… oh, God… You wouldn’t… YOU CAN’T!!!” Hunter screamed as Jack slowly pressed the point of the long end of the crucifix against the jock’s tight little pucker. Jack chuckled darkly as he circled the point around Hunter’s asshole. The killer poured more anointing oil across both Hunter’s ass and the wooden cross. The sacred liquid consecrated the virgin’s sacrifice.

"Please don't do this," Hunter repeated brokenly. Tears streamed down his handsome face and dripped off his chiseled jawline. The rosary beads dug into his straining cock. The ropes held his bulging arms taut. Hunter had never felt so helpless.

"Shhhh..." Jack shushed him gently before turning Hunter’s gaze upwards to the stained glass window above. Jesus's eyes seemed to burn into Hunter’s very soul in judgment. The serial killer ran a rough thumb along the curve of Hunter’s ass cheek. He smirked smirk at the involuntary flinch that followed.

"I know you want this… Look at how your body responds." Jack pressed the crucifix forward against Hunter’s tight hole. His other hand spread Hunter’s cheeks apart with cruel indifference to the jock’s pleas. The intrusion burned Hunter like fire as Jack began to push the wood inside of him slowly but relentlessly. Jack savored every inch gained as he breached the virgin territory.

"Stop… God, stop him! STOP! Oh, it hurts!!! God, help me! Help..." Hunter cried out again. Tears streaming down his face as pain mingled with a sudden spike of unwanted pleasure. His whole body shook violently against the restraints holding him captive. His muscles flexed and relaxed involuntarily as the crucifix invaded deeper into his body.

But instead of stopping, Jack only pushed harder. Soon the wooden Jesus’s legs were entering Hunter’s virgin ass. Jack leaned forward so that their chests pressed together. He kissed and licked the tears from Hunter’s face as he began to thrust the crucifix in and out with slow, steady strokes. Each motion sent shockwaves of pain shooting through every nerve ending in Hunter's body. Every push made a spike of white hot agony course through Hunter as the makeshift dildo violated him. He screamed out for God, for mercy, for anyone or anything except this. Nothing came. Only more thrusts followed by guttural grunts from his rapist and moans of pain from the athlete filled the once holy air. The scent of sweat, fear, and sex filled the small chapel.

Each thrust drove the crucifix deeper into Hunter and stretched him wider than he thought possible. Blood started to pool between his muscular ass cheeks. Crimson red stained the white cloth and wood altar beneath them.

"Yes!" Jack groaned. His eyes were lidded in ecstasy. "Beg for forgiveness, Hunter. Beg your God to take this sin away." His hand gripped the base of Hunter's cock and squeezed it ruthlessly. "But God won’t. Only I can. You know you want it. Beg me to make you cum. Beg me to free you from this sin." Jack taunted and started twisting the crucifix between thrusts which elicited new, strangled cries from his victim.

Despite the agony, Hunter couldn't help the involuntary whimpers and moans escaping past his lips as Jack manipulated him expertly. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure crashing through the pain, which further confused his already muddled mind. He screamed for mercy and begged for it to end even though a depraved part of him prayed for something to let him finally unburden his heavy-laden balls.

Hunter bit down hard on his lip until he tasted blood again. He cried but otherwise remained silent. He refused to give Jack the satisfaction of hearing those blasphemous words coming from his mouth. He would die before polluting this sacred place with such filth!

Unfortunately for him, that decision was taken from him away mere seconds later when Jack's skilled fingers found their way past the pain. Jack began to manipulate Hunter’s straining dick and swollen balls mercilessly. All the pain in the world could not soften the athlete’s huge cock with the rosary beads wrapped around its thick base. Instead Hunter’s dick throbbed with need. Hunter’s manhood cried thick streams of precum that bubbled from the tip. The flow only increased along with Hunter’s groans as the Jack twisted the crucifix around at exactly the right angle. The figure of Jesus ground against Hunter’s bruised prostate, which sent more blasts of pleasure and pain through Hunter’s overwhelmed nervous system. His body betrayed him once more as a guttural moan escaped from between clenched teeth.

"You like that, don't you?" The serial killer taunted. He partially yanked out the crucifix and ran a finger across the bloody wood. He slid the blood and oil coated finger into the boy's mouth. "Suck it clean for me, like a good little whore."

Hunter obeyed on instinct alone. His body betraying him even now as he suckled at Jack's bloodied digit. His dick pulsed as he swallowed down the coppery taste of his own humiliating defilement. His hips bucked backwards involuntarily to impale himself more on the crucifix.

"Yes, exactly like that," The killer growled approvingly. He picked up the pace now that he knew exactly where to touch to make Hunter squirm beneath him. "Your ass is so fucking tight. I can feel your sins slipping away with each thrust. You love having Jesus fuck you, you disgusting slut. This was what you were praying for all these years."

Hunter screamed again at the sacrilege spewing from his attacker’s mouth but it spurred Jack on more. He began to thrust harder, faster, driving the crucifix deeper and deeper into Hunter until the lacrosse captain was sure he would be split in two.

"No, I… never… I... no more… You monster… Stop!" Hunter sobbed brokenly between each violent penetration. His muscles twitched uncontrollably from the constant stimulation. His body begged for release even as his mind screamed for it to end.

Jack only chuckled darkly in response and enjoyed the sight of him writhing and begging beneath him. The chapel echoed with their combined sounds of pain and pleasure. Hunter’s ragged breaths mingled with his attacker’s cruel laughter as he continued to defile the virgin jock on holy ground. Their violent motions caused the candles to flicker around them, which created a macabre scene of torment that would have been at home in hell itself.

Hunter's body betrayed him further as his cock swelled painfully against the unforgiving rosary beads. He could feel himself getting close despite the agony tearing through every fiber of his being. Humiliation and self-loathing filled him until he thought he might burst from it all.

"Please... please let me cum," he begged desperately, unable to bear the torture any longer. The rosary beads bit deeper into his sensitive skin with each thrust. Each movement reminded him of every sin he'd ever committed and added fuel to the inferno building inside him. His strangled balls felt like they were filled with lava. His oiled shaft felt like it was a bottled volcano ready to explode. Every touch of Jack’s fingers scorched his agonizingly frustrated manhood. The crucifix buried deep in his ass was sending explosive bolts of joy through a part of him he never knew existed. His arms and fingers twisted against their bonds in their search for both escape and orgasmic release. 

Finally, after what felt like an eternity in Hell itself, Jack leaned forward. The killer gripped the rosary beads tied to the base of Hunter’s aching cock and balls. His was breath hot against Hunter's ear. "Time for forgiveness, little lamb," he growled triumphantly before yanking away the makeshift cockring and slamming the crucifix deep into Hunter’s torn asshole. 

Hunter's body convulsed violently at the sudden release. Fresh blood poured into his obscenely swollen cock. A guttural moan ripped from his throat as wave after wave of intense pleasure and pain wracked through him. Hunter arched forward against his restraints, his muscles alternately tensing and spasming, as his dick thickened impossibly until it looked like it would split open. Then Hunter roared in defeat and disgust and joy as he came harder than ever before in his life. The mixture of pain, shame, and forbidden pleasure melded together into an explosive climax that left him shaking uncontrollably.

Hunter quietly begged through gritted teeth as cum spurted out of him like a fountain. He did not know what he was begging for as his dick painted him and the altar beneath him white with sinful release, but his mind broke from the unholy mixture of indescribable agony and unbelievable ecstasy. Hunter felt his soul shatter as he experienced hell and heaven together. His muscular body heaved upward to thrust his cumming dick into the sky. His fingers clawed at the altar. His legs and feet grappled for something to hold onto, and his meaty ass plunged up and down to press the crucifix deeper into his bleeding asshole.

Hunter had no sense of time. His orgasm lasted seconds, minutes, years, eternities. It felt like every sin he had ever committed, every victory on the field, every prayer at Sunday Mass, every bit of him was being squeezed out of his enormous cock.

Then Hunter crashed back against the altar, and everything hurt. His muscles felt like he had played a dozen games. His cock and balls felt like they were burning in white hot flames between his thickly muscled thighs. His torn ass felt like a demon trying to rip him in half.

"You look... perfect," Jack breathed out appreciatively before leaning in and licking a trail up Hunter's cock. He continued across Hunter’s abs and chest. He tasted the mix of sweat, blood, and cum that coated his victim’s muscular body like sinful nectar. He slurped and moaned in pleasure while Hunter quietly sobbed in pain and self-hatred. With a smack of his lips, Jack stood and walked to the front of the altar, leaving Hunter panting and trembling before him like an offering to a depraved God. 

"You look so fucking amazing like this," Jack sneered before grabbing hold of Hunter’s sweaty hair and pulling him into an unwanted kiss. The taste of semen and sweat mingled between their lips as he claimed his prize once more. "A sacrifice to me and me alone."

Hunter couldn't even muster up the strength to struggle anymore as Jack untied the ropes binding Hunter to the altar, but the killer did not free Hunter’s arms. Instead he threw the rope up over a beam in the rafter and tied it to the ropes binding Hunter’s hands. Hunter grunted as he felt himself roughly being pulled upright. Then he was swinging in the air before the large wooden cross behind the altar. When he opened his tear blurred eyes, he looked up at the apostles on the window across from him. The barely visible figures loomed over Hunter like silent judges. Candlelight flickered in their eyes as they looked down in disgust at the athlete’s cum and blood slick body. 

"Time to pay your penance," Jack whispered into his ear before yanking his arms out and securing them in place against the rough wood. Hunter’s muscles screamed in protest at being stretched so far apart but he barely registered it over the growing fear in his chest.

"No… please, God, no… I didn’t… Forgive me!" He whimpered when he felt more rope being tied around his ankles. Soon he hung there naked and vulnerable on the cross. The cold wood pressed into his skin. The crucifix still lodged in his ass pressed against the wooden cross and kept his hips pushed out. His semi-erect cock leaked the last of its load onto the carpet. Blood dripped down his thighs and legs.

The serial killer merely chuckled at Hunter’s words as he retrieved something else from his bag. Large nails covered in red rust glinted menacingly in the spotlight. "Oh, He’s not listening. Not to a pathetic meathead faggot who fucks himself on His Son’s dying body."

Hunter could only scream and plead for mercy as Jack proceeded to nail each muscled arm and thigh into place on the cross. Each blow felt like he was being torn apart again and again but still he begged for forgiveness for having any part in this twisted blasphemy. The athlete’s hugely muscled thighs looked like they were made of iron, but they were no match for real metal. Hunter screamed and blood gushed down onto the altar as his massive leg muscles separated for the nail Jack hammered into place. Hunter had spent a decade of his life building up his powerful legs, which had carried him effortlessly across the field in match after match. Jack gleefully ruined them in seconds. Then he did the same for Hunter’s arms. 

Hunter had spent untold hours in the gym to create his powerful arms with their bulging biceps and triceps. He had used those incredible arms to to launch passes across the field and score countless goals. With a sickening squelch, Hunter’s dense arm muscles were twisted and sliced open by Jack’s nails. Hunter screamed and bit down on his lip so hard he started bleeding. His muscular torso quaked as unending suffering slammed into his body with ever blow of Jack’s hammer.

When it finally ended, Hunter hung there panting heavily against the rough wood. Blood dripped down his chiseled torso in crimson rivers. Jack stepped back admiringly. He stroked his erection idly as he took in the sight before him.

"Beautiful," Jack murmured reverently. 

Hunter did not have any strength left to retaliate with words or actions. All he could do was sob brokenly and pray for this nightmare to end. His cock was swollen and red from the abuse it had suffered tonight. With a sardonic grin, Jack retrieved Hunter’s rosary beads and wrapped them back around Hunter’s cock and balls. When Jack was finished Hunter’s dick bobbed painfully before the athlete’s crucified form like an offering.

“There, so you can better pray for forgiveness,” Jack clasped his hands in mock prayer and turned his face up beseechingly to the heavens. 

But through it all, Hunter held onto his faith like a lifeline. Even as he hung there naked, his body used and abused in ways unspeakable within these holy walls, he refused to let go of the belief that God still loved him despite everything. Hunter closed his eyes in genuine prayer. He silently begged God to free him. To end this insanity. To punish this vile murderer. He was so focused on his prayers that he was caught completely by surprised when Jack hit him.

A sharp pain bloomed across his right pec as Jack's leather belt cracked through the air followed by a loud thwack! Hunter screamed out in agony. His eyes flew open as he was brought back to reality with brutal force. A crimson stripe bloomed across his beautiful flesh, marring its perfection like sin staining a pure soul.

"I am your God. You will look upon me when you pray!" Jack growled. He grab a handful of Hunter's hair and yanked the athlete’s head up so Hunter could see the rage distorting his scarred visage. "And you sure as hell will watch what I do to your body." He licked a trail of sweat from the Hunter's jawline and relished the disgust that twisted the boy's handsome features.

Hunter whimpered but forced himself to meet those cold eyes. He wouldn't give this monster the satisfaction of breaking him completely.

Jack smirked at his defiance before moving down to continue his blasphemous assault. His belt whipped through the air to lash more marks across Hunter’s muscles. Then he kissed and bit his way down Hunter's muscular chest in a mocking parody of tending to the student’s injuries. Bruises, bite marks, and blood blossomed in dozens of places across Hunter’s flesh. Each kiss burned like fire against his sensitive skin while the bites sent shockwaves of pain shooting through every nerve ending. Each whip mark felt like lightning scorching his body. Each touch felt like a new agony. And every time he instinctively pushed back from the pain, the crucifix in his ass tore deeper into his virginal opening. More blood streaked down Hunter’s torso and legs as the killer expertly destroyed the jock’s formidable body.

"I… I'm sorry… please… " Hunter’s voice was hoarse from hours of begging and crying. He had lost count of the number of times he had apologized to both God and man alike. Each prayer for forgiveness and mercy was more desperate than the last.

"Too late to be sorry," Jack sneered. Hunter saw nothing but pure evil reflected in the dark depths of Jack’s eyes and knew then that he would never receive mercy from the killer no matter what he did. Then Hunter saw stars as Jack slapped him with the belt. He heard and felt a crunch as his nose’s cartilage broke. Blood poured from a gash that cut across his cheek. His handsome face would be scarred for life… if he lived long enough to heal from the wounds. Then the blows continued. Hunter had no way of knowing how much time passed, but the sky was beginning to lighten when Jack finally stopped assaulting his pain wracked body.

By the time Jack was done, Hunter was a mass of bruises and bleeding wounds. The front of the hugely muscled athlete’s body was colored blue and purple and red. Yet Jack was not finished. Hunter hissed in pain as Jack brought up a candle to Hunter’s torso. The smell of burnt hair and flesh filled the chapel as Jack held the candle near his victim’s body. Hunter’s wiry pubes were steadily burnt away. Jack went upwards. As he had earlier traced a trail with his tongue across Hunter’s rippling abdominals, Jack repeated his movements with the small flame. Hunter grunted and twisted away from the slow burn. Each second hurt less than the belt and bites, but the pain was more continuous and multiplied the agony of his already damaged nerves.

Jack lifted the candle and dripped hot wax onto the mounds of Hunter’s pecs. The rounded muscles flexed involuntarily as Jack singed the wet hair scattered across their vast expanse. Hunter tried to pull back only to be rewarded with a choking grasp about his throat as Jack held the candle’s flame to his nipples. Hunter found he had more tears to cry as the small pink nubs were slowly burnt off his chest. Jack did not stop until after Hunter was too tired to scream.

Jack walked around the altar to admired every inch of Hunter before he leaned up against the wall casually like they were just two friends having a late night chat instead of a serial killer and his helpless victim. "You know why I do this?" He asked conversationally while he stroked Hunter's trembling arm with one bloody finger.

"Because you're… you're sick… a demon," The words came out of Hunter’s bleeding lips in hoarse and broken gasps. They were soft but filled with all the hatred Hunter could muster.

The serial killer laughed darkly at that assessment and shook his head. "No, boy, I do this because of men like you." His eyes roamed over the lacrosse captain's battered body before settling on the crucifix still protruding from between Hunter’s spread legs.

"Men who think they're above sin, above fear, above law, above the base realities of life. Men who hide behind their crosses and prayers or their muscles and dicks or their money and power," Jack leaned in closer and dropped his voice low. "I just help them find their true selves."

Hunter glared at him through tear-filled eyes. His musclebound chest heaved with each ragged breath. "You… you're the one who is lost!" he spat out defiantly despite the pain it caused his split lips.

Jack smiled coldly back at him before leaning in to press a mocking kiss to his forehead. "No, Hunter, I've found my purpose." He straightened up and grabbed something from the nearby podium.

"And you still need to repent for more of your sins." Jack’s voice dripped with false sympathy. Hunter could not even muster up the strength to scream anymore as he felt something cold and sharp press against the tip of his cock.

At least that was what Hunter thought.

Hunter screamed when Jack stabbed a Hunter’s cross-shaped necklace deep into the athlete’s big cock. Like a tiny knife, the metal cross tore through Hunter’s urethra and sliced a bloody channel down the middle of Hunter’s cock. Bloody cum burped from the ruptured pisslips as the cross sawed jagged cuts into the delicate flesh. Jack left the cross embedded halfway down Hunter’s ruined dick as he turned to grab something from the nearby pulpit. Hunter had been saving himself for marriage, but even with the best surgeons in the world, he knew there was no saving the mangled remains of his cock.

Jack laughed cruelly and grabbed a nearby Bible from the altar. He opened up the heavy leather bound book to about halfway before sliding it between Hunter’s spread thighs. The athlete’s huge balls rested on the pages. Oil, blood, and cum slowly dripped down to stain the paper.

"Let us turn to the Good Word," Jack snarled. 

Hunter whimpered as the weight of the Bible pressed against his aching balls. His could feel his damaged organs try to pull back up into his body.

*SLAM*

Jack slammed the Bible closed, and with a grotesque splat, Jack crushed Hunter’s balls into puree. Hunter vomited in agony. His dinner joined his shredded nutmeat and unshot cum on the Bible’s cover. Hunter’s dreams of fathering a large family of devout children for God ended between the covers of sacred text.

Jack roared with laughter. “Repentance is good for the soul!” Jack yelled as he ground the leather covers together. The wet squelching of Hunter’s once massive orbs being rendered into even thinner mush excited the killer as did Hunter’s pale, tearful expression. The serial killer leaned forward until their lips were mere millimeters apart. He kissed the lacrosse captain's tear-streaked cheek and said, "It's time for your confession… Tell me all your dirty little secrets before you meet your Maker."

Hunter sobbed harder as Jack leaned in closer. The killer’s scarred face was a twisted parody of forgiveness and absolution. 

"I… I… " he stuttered brokenly, tears streaming down his face like crimson rivers. 

"Confess," Jack growled and dug his nails into Hunter's scalp.

With a shuddering breath, Hunter began to confess everything. Every lustful thought about his female classmates, every sinful fantasy involving his teammates, every prideful thought about his athletic accomplishments, every self-righteous thought about his avoidance of sin, every vain thought about his huge cock. His voice shook with shame and terror as he spilled forth all the sinful thoughts he'd tried so hard to keep hidden for years. He vocalized every sinful thought and act he had ever committed or fantasized about while impaled upon the cross.

"That's it," Jack encouraged cruelly, "Let it all out."

As Hunter confessed, each word felt like a nail being driven deeper into his already shattered heart. He was no longer just physically nailed to this twisted cross. The weight of guilt and shame threatened to suffocate him.

"I… I'm sorry… Forgive me…" Hunter choked out when there were no more words left in him. His body trembled from both the physical abuse and emotional torment.

Jack smiled wickedly at his broken prey before leaning forward to whisper into his ear, "Amen."

Hunter spat blood. He looked down and saw another small cross embedded in the side of his stomach. Jack had sharpened the long end of the cross until it resembled a vampire hunter’s stake. With one quick shove, the tip had torn through Hunter’s rippling abs and dug upwards. Hunter gagged and choked on his blood as he felt the cross tear through his chest cavity as the tip climbed higher. Then Hunter felt a new kind of agony as the cross penetrated his strong heart.

Hunter was going to die here. The realization was obvious but surprising. Despite everything that had happened, some part of Hunter had still believed he would be saved. Something would save him, somehow. God would not allow this to happen. Not to him. Not to someone who had dedicated every victory to the Lord. Not to someone who had abstained from sexual temptation even while his teammates bragged about all the tail they were getting. Not to someone who had witnessed to everyone in his daily life. Not to Hunter Devine. He was God’s chosen.

As blood spurted from his pierced side, Hunter’s vision darkened further until all that remained was the mocking smile of his tormentor growing smaller and further away as he descended into oblivion. His final breath rattled past blood-soaked lips in a broken whisper: "Forgive… me…"

Then everything went black.

Jack hummed thoughtfully for a moment before touching the broken body and tracing a crude cross in blood over the athlete’s chest. "I absolve you of your sins," he mocked, his voice twisted into something almost reverent despite the sacrilege committed mere moments beforehand.

A few hours later a chaplain would find the chapel’s door unlocked. He shook his head as he opened the door. He would have to ask for the key to be returned if Hunter could not remember to lock up when finished with prayers. Then he froze as stepped into the small chapel.

Hunter’s naked, lifeless body was nailed to the cross. The muscular athlete’s form was a mass of twisted bruises and cuts. Blood splattered the altar, podium, and front row pews. Hunter’s green eyes were sightlessly staring at the chaplain as if begging for something. The chapel itself was desecrated beyond recognition. Holy symbols defiled with blood and what the chaplain suspected to be sexual release if the drying white issue on the altar was any indication. 

The chaplain fell backward onto his ass in shock at sight before crossing himself quickly and muttering prayers under his breath as he stared up at the lifeless form of one of his most devoted parishioners. Tears welled up in his eyes as he realized what had happened to Hunter. The sight would haunt him for the rest of his life as would the question of why God would allow something like this to happen to one of His own.