Human All Too Human

[Happas]

This is what i do when i should be sleeping.... A sordid tale of weakness that highlights the poison of our idealogies (it has gay preists in it)

Human All Too Human

Part 1

‘But Why!’ Evan pleaded, a glint of desperation surfacing in the back of his eyes.

‘Just tie it back Evan, it’s the rules, we have to uphold order and civility, this school is highly respected within the community – we’d have complaints if you were seen down the street looking that scruffy in our uniform!’

‘But why does it matter what my hair looks like!?’

‘Listen Evan I’ve had just about enough of your cheek, you can go around in your spare time and look like a drug addicted beatnik if you so wish – whatever you think makes you “cool” but while you’re at school you will comply with protocol! You will wear your uniform with pride and have your hair tied back…’

Then even his fellow students joined in the angry retort.

‘Yeah Evan don’t be such a try hard, just tie it back’

‘Tie it back Evan, it looks stupid anyway’

It was sweet melodious music to the priest’s ears, a thin smile spread across his stern moustachioed face

The words echoed in Evans mind, ‘try hard, ‘stupid’ and worst of all “your only doing it to be cool” beads of sweat began prickle on his forehead…. With shaking hands he reached behind his head and slipped a band over his long hair, tying it back.

For the rest of the class Evan sat in silence, hating himself and everyone around him, wandering how his peers could be so cowardly…wondering why.

He didn’t talk to anyone at lunch, his feelings were too hurt to face his friends so he went to the library and brooded over a book in silence and solitude instead.

Evan hated with a passion the two priests that taught at his college, he despised the aura of holiness and self-importance they carried, he reviled the reverence and the formality of it all. He disliked Father Phillips the most, Evan thought he was a stern almost sinister man, and he seemed to derive an un-godly pleasure from enforcing the rules on students as though it actually excited him. He was the type of man that was not capable of guilt or self-doubt; he naturally assumed all his actions were just. Getting Evan to tie his hair back was probably the highlight of his day.

As he sat alone in the library Evans hatred and despair began to transform into a wicked desire for revenge, a desire to get back at the priests, particularly Father Phillips, to humiliate them, as he had been humiliated that day and in the past. Evan began to wonder what the priests might do of a night, when they were alone in their own quarters, free from the public eye. He’d read about dozens of corrupt priests that had affairs with young children – he didn’t realistically expect that of Father Phillips and definitely not Father Reynolds, but he thought that they must have some immoral vice, whether it be a bottle of whiskey they dipped into, or a questionable television show they watched or even an un-tucked shirt…something, surely they couldn’t always be perfect.

Evan was a self-professed technophile, there was nothing he enjoyed more than whiling away his spare hours in the company of his computer, his video camera and a vast array of gadgetry and other largely useless technological equipment…. lucky for him his parents were rich and eager to please.

So from the fertile grounds of Evans’ hate filled revenge-lusting mind sprang forth an idea to expose the priests, to bug their quarters, to watch their every private move until they made a mistake ghastly enough to humiliate them, to expose them for the frauds Evan was so sure that they were.

Part 2

Father Reynolds struggled to avert his eyes from the girls slender exposed leg, he felt a suffocating guilt for succumbing to such temptation, he also felt a natural hatred towards the girl for tempting him rise up inside of him – he recognised this as wrong and suppressed the feeling with yet another layer of guilt…it was like a thick mist shrouding his soul. He struggled to continue with the lesson but the students didn’t seem to notice the subtle dampening of his jolly demure. Father Reynolds was widely regarded by the students as a kind and friendly man; his plump red face seemed to wear an eternal smile.

Indeed the only fault they found with Fr Reynolds was his absolute, unwavering orthodoxy and conservatism especially in sexual matters; he simply would not tolerate any inkling of a relationship between the boys and girls and often lectured on the evils of desire and sex before marriage. The time he had caught a young boy and girl kissing and fondling each other behind the lockers had become a legend amongst students, he had shaken with rage at the site of it and was on the verge of striking out at the boy and only just managed to control himself. Father Garret Reynolds felt that his own desires were a sign of weakness and he simply would not tolerate the idea of young people together in a guilt-free relationship.

He let out a deep sigh of relief when the bell signalling the end of the lesson rang, for it meant the end of his temptation, he looked forward to an evening prayer and a nice roast meal – thinking of how much he loved his simple way of life helped Fr Reynold to hold his temptations at bay.

He met with Fr Phillips in the chapel just as the first of the teachers were leaving.

‘ Hello Garret!!’ was Fr Phillips loud and almost obnoxious greeting to Father Reynolds. Before he could utter a reply Fr Phillips went on,

‘ Garret, can I ask you a favour’ he didn’t wait for a reply, ‘ can you run a boy home, David Cockle, he’s at football training, his parents called to say that they couldn’t pick him up, I’d do it myself of course but I have to make some other rounds, your free aren’t you?’

Fr Reynolds red face had gone pale, he knew the boy David Cockle, he thought about the tight football shorts he would be wearing…. more temptation.

“Uhh yes of course, I’ll go down straight away”

The other players had already left by the time Fr Reynolds arrived at the football field, he hadn’t gone down straight away but had dallied in driving down so that he didn’t embarrass the boy.

As soon as Fr Reynolds saw the boy he felt a sharp pang in his groin, he tried to suppress it…. but it was hopeless, David was sitting on a bench waiting. His tight football shorts clung to his thighs, his singlet was drenched in sweat, highlighting his young tender, shapely, muscular torso. Fr Reynolds looked down at his own crotch, he had a throbbing erection but it was partially concealed by his protruding stomach, still, he pulled his jacket down and pushed the seat forward to further conceal it.

Fr Reynolds didn’t get out of the car; instead he unwound his window and politely motioned David to get in.

David strode over and slowly got in the car, he was quite timid and clearly found it uncomfortable being alone in a car with the priest. Fr Reynolds for his part tried to create some conversation but he was to occupied with the battle of lust vs. sensibility that was raging inside of his mind to make a genuine effort. Lust was winning the battle, he couldn’t resist stealing little glances at the bulge in the boys crotch, at his naked arms, at his white thighs…and the smell; the sweat, the aroma of youth, it drove him wild with desire.

Part 3

Evan was panting, his shirt was soaked in sweat, he couldn’t believe what he had just done, he couldn’t believe he had gotten so righteously indignant over something as superfluous as the length of his hair, but then he thought it was the principal of it, he hated to let the priests control something as superfluous as his hair. Still he couldn’t help but be a little en-avid at the impetuousness and ridiculous bravery that he had displayed. Stealing himself into the priest’s quarters… the very heart of the school!

He was more than a little tentative about leaving his ‘Xcam2 Tiny Wireless Camera’ unprotected in a strange place. There was no way he was going to own up if it was found, even if it meant losing $500 worth of equipment, but he had done a good job in hiding it.

It wasn’t overly difficult to get into the priest quarters, the day after the hair incident he had waited until the last bell rang and the students left in their droves, for a while he tarried in the library, until even some of the teachers began to leave, then he made his way to the priests abode. Fr Phillips was busy in the computer labs and Fr Garret had gone to take some kid home from football training so the coast was clear.

He was very careful to be inconspicuous, passing a few teachers in the corridor Evan nodded politely to them, always cautious to act natural and as if he was about on some important and legitimate business. The real difficulty and excitement came when he reached the actual quarters, the door was locked and he was forced to climb in the side window.

Inside the priests personal living quarters Evan felt an intoxicating rush of adrenaline, excitement and fear surge through him, never before had he felt anything that intense. He managed to move quickly and efficiently with the camera equipment, placing it in position under a houseplant that was on the bookshelf above the priests’ small television set, giving it a good view of their main living room. Ideally Evan would have liked to put it in Fr Phillips bedroom but in his quick search he didn’t find anywhere suitable to hide the camera.

Evan had left their premises in a rising state of panic and had gone directly home and retired to his room, exhausted.

Part 4

Father Reynolds was usually a cautious driver but after he dropped off David at his home he drove his Church issued late model Commodore sedan directly back to the college in a hurried fashion, even exceeding the speed limit on a few occasions. Arriving at school he went straight to his quarters, he had taken off his jacket and was holding it casually in his arm as he walked so that it concealed his bulging crotch; the strain of his erect penis on his underwear pleasured him as thoughts of a sweaty David Cockle in tight football shorts raced through his mind. He no longer felt guilt, he was in the throes of lust and it had completely consumed his mind.

Finally getting to his quarters Fr Reynolds excitement was such that he even fumbled with his key to open the door, when he did manage he slammed it shut behind him and immediately began ripping his clothes off. Fr Phillips wasn’t in and Garret expected that he would not arrive for some time as he had to prepare notes for a new religious unit in the computer lab - he was rather inept when it came to computers.

Fr Reynolds had restrained his sexual urges for so long that now his lust had finally beaten down his will he was in a frenzious state, completely unable to think clearly of the risks involved with what he was doing. He had not masturbated since he was a child, although wet dreams occurred frequently, but now as he sat naked, his buttocks spread apart on the armrest of the couch in front of the television he tugged at his penis furiously, unleashing years of pent up desires in a crude display of wanton cataclysmic thrashing.

He was close to orgasm, the first he’d had in waking consciousness for years, when he heard it, the sound, a kind of shuffling noise, a cold bolt of fear and realization penetrated his heart; it was a key unlocking a door.

Father Phillips had conned Mrs Ratchet the computer teacher into organising his next religious education unit in the computer labs, he himself was hopeless with computers, couldn’t stand the things. With no other pressing matters he thought he would retire to his quarters for a pleasant meal with Fr Reynolds, whose cooking ability was mirrored by his fatness.

Fr Phillips wasn’t sure if his colleague would be in or not; inserting his key in the lock the Fr discovered that it was already unlocked, surprising as both of them were compulsive door lockers, even when they were in. Swinging the door abruptly open Fr Phillips was confronted with the site of Fr Garret Reynolds naked on the couch, his erect penis still in his hand, an utterly dejected look of shame and severe embarrassment on his sweaty red face.

For a moment there was silence.

Then, slowly, Fr Phillips began to laugh, a deep, monotonous throaty laugh, projected from the bottom of his stomach.

‘Ha ha hah ha ha ha ha ha’

Never in his wildest dreams had Fr Phillips thought something like this was possible, Garret was incredibly anti-sex, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing, but he was glad, very glad.

A deathly quite predator Fr Phillips walked casually towards his religious brother, removing his jacket as he did so.

Garret cowered naked in stunned silence on the couch before him. Fr Phillips chuckled again, and then he unzipped his pants.

‘Suck it’ he said

Fr Reynolds obliged.

Part 5

Evan was still in a state of shock and disbelief, but he was determined to go ahead with his plans.

Getting his camera back had been more difficult than hiding it, his xcam2 only had 6hrs of battery and tape, so he went back the next day to retrieve it. Twice after school he approached the priest quarters, the first time he was half way through the window before he saw Father Reynolds kneeling in the corner of the room, deep in prayer. The site of him there, kneeling before his God, praying feverously, made Evan feel a pang of guilt about what he was doing, he didn’t know if he could go through with it anymore – but he still wanted his camera back. The next attempt he was more cautious but quite panicky, he glanced in the window first and saw that Fr Reynolds was still praying, he really began to feel guilty then and more than a little worried that he would never be able to get his camera back.

Fortunately as he was just about to leave for home he saw Fr Reynolds walking towards the chapel, he knew Fr Phillips was on business with the church in town so he seized the opportunity and rushed back up to get his camera, the halls were deserted by then and he didn’t see any teachers on the way but he was nervous as hell. Evan worked quickly once he was inside, shoving the camera in his school bag with brutish force and almost knocking over the houseplant in the process, he was losing his nerve.

On the way out Evan passed Fr Reynolds in the hall, he stared furtively at the ground waiting for the inevitable question from the Father as to what he was still doing at school, but it never came…apparently Fr Reynolds had other things on his mind.

On the way home Evan contemplated as to weather to watch the video or not, he still felt a little guilty but just thinking of the subtle abuse he had endured from Fr Phillips spurred him on, he justified his voyeurism by telling himself that the priests shouldn’t have anything to hide and if that they did, it was they who were truly immoral.

Nothing could have prepared him for the contents of the video.

He sat amid a mess in his dark room, staring at the television screen. There was nothing on the video for the first half an hour, then Fr Reynolds burst in, stripped naked and began doing obscene things. Then five minutes later Fr Phillips came in and what followed was about half an hour of various forms of homosexual conduct from the two priests. Evan was stunned. He was nauseated; he was also chilled to the bone at Fr Phillips, at his cold slow, almost evil laughter and at the sheer intensity of his wicked acts.

Evan pondered on what to do with the video, he thought about trying to bribe the priests with it but he didn’t like the idea of actually having to confront them, and he had a nagging feeling that if he actually told them about it, his safety might be in jeopardy… Fr Phillips was a very intimidating man. He even thought about just destroying the tape and forgetting about the whole thing, this was an attractive idea, the tape, after all, had the potential to forever ruin the priests’ lives, Evan wasn’t sure if that was something he wanted to do, he wasn’t convinced that even they deserved that.

In the end though something inside of Evan made him feel that he needed to do something with the tape, he felt as though now that he had, in his hands, the truth about the priests it was his duty to expose them, even if he didn’t really want to.

The following day was the school assembly; usually an incredibly boring half hour of prayer and lecture from Fr Phillips that the students dreaded and were forced to endure in complete silence. Tomorrow ‘s assembly was going to be a little different, a little more exciting, Evan thought to himself.

Part 6

Father Phillips had awoken in a sadistically cheerful mood, he hadn’t discussed the other nights events with Fr Reynolds they’d just acted as if nothing had happened, it amused him that Garret had become so consumed with guilt and was praying for forgiveness for hours on end, long into the night.

Today was assembly and that just about encapsulated Fr Philips cheerfulness, there was nothing he enjoyed more than lecturing the students, raised high and mighty on the dais, an example of perfection. Usually Fr Reynolds would accompany him to assembly but he was still sullen and when Fr Phillips inquired as to weather or not he was going, he didn’t do so much as open an eye in response, Fr Phillips let him sulk on his knees and wait for forgiveness while he had some breakfast then whistled a merry tune downstairs to the assembly hall.

Evan was careful to be sitting in the front row, he’d already set up his camera with the projection machine before assembly, all he had to do was press a button on a tiny remote control and the wall behind Fr Phillips dais would come alive with priest pornography. He was getting an extreme case of last minute nerves, and almost decided against going ahead with it; but the site of Fr Phillips strutting self-importantly up onto the stage with the stern vigour of a man utterly convinced of his own perfection filled Evan with renewed rage – he would proceed.

Fr Garret Reynolds slowly rose from his knees, he wiped away a solitary tear that was rolling down his cheek; it was time to move on, there was simply nothing else he could do. He had barley slept since the incident; he’d been spending all his time in prayer begging for forgiveness, struggling with remorse. Contemplating his impurity. Fr Reynolds was amazed at Fr Phillips, at his coldness; he’d always thought that his colleague was a little sardonic but he would have never believed that firstly, he was capable of the actions he performed that cursed afternoon and secondly, that he was able to cope with it without even a hint of guilt or remorse, the man was even cheerful!

Prayer time was over for Fr Reynolds, he had come up with a new course of action, he would compose himself, attend assembly to start with, perform his daily duties as a teacher, then travel immediately to the next town for confession with the local priest and then finally he would request a transfer with the Catholic Education Department to get away from Fr Phillips. He would move on.

Evan thought it was apt when Fr Reynolds took a seat behind Fr Philips dais, it was somehow right that they were both there. He noticed the perverted little smile that passed from Fr Phillips to his colleague and was sickened by it; it was time to put a stop to this, to unleash the truth.

Fr Phillips stood before his dais.

The students were ushered into silence.

Evan pressed the button.

The wall lit up. Evan had already fast-forwarded to Fr Phillips arrival into the room.

There were a few muffled gasps from students and teachers alike but mostly they all just sat in silence, mouths agape.

The projector had no speakers and Fr Phillips could not see the wall, he did not understand immediately what was happening, but he didn’t like it.

‘What.’

‘WHAT!’ He screamed at the students.

Then after an agonizingly long period of time he slowly turned around and saw it. A vision of himself getting his penis sucked by another priest: his face contorted with rage, every muscle in his boy clenched tight. He turned around and faced the crowd.

‘NO’

‘NO!’

‘This is UNACCEPTABLE!’

The crowd remained silent.

Fr Phillips glanced to his side; his hate filled eyes noticed the fire emergency axe that was imprisoned behind a sheet of protective glass, ‘break in case of emergency’. He ran for it and slammed his fist into the glass, it shattered and his knuckles bled, he hadn’t bled since he was a child, it excited him.

Fr Reynolds didn’t know what had happened to begin with either, but he managed to turn around a few moments before Fr Phillips did. Strangely he didn’t really feel anything as he absorbed the profane images of himself, although they transfixed him. His eyes were glued to the wall but his mind and spirit were numb.

It took a while for the hysterical screams of the crowd to even register and when they did he only rose from his seat very slowly, still staring at the screen.

Fr Phillips was in a murderous frenzy, gone mad with rage and a new lust for blood. When he grabbed the axe the crowd remained still, in shocked silence. He leapt off the stage and heaved the axe through the top of a student’s skull; it was that cheeky runt with the long hair…. Evan. The crowd started to run then, and scream.

Evans brains made a squelching noise as he stepped on them, Fr Phillips liked that noise. Everything seemed deathly quite to him after the squelch, he could see the bodies surging, he could see their mouths moving, but he heard no sound. His own face was set in a tight smile,

He screamed, ‘Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee’ it was an unbelievably high-pitched scream. Then he began to move through the swarming body of people, hacking…. slashing. Decapitated heads fell to the floor, boys, girls, they seemed to smile at him…blood flowed.

Father Garret Reynolds was walking around in small circles on the stage; it almost looked like he was dancing a little jig. His mouth was open wide, a thin trail of saliva dripped down his chin. His eyes were flittering between the pornography that was being projected above him on the wall and the bloody carnage that was being instigated by his colleague down below on the floor.

Suddenly his mind snapped into focus and Fr Reynolds jumped down off the stage and began fighting his way through the remaining horde of blood stained students, many had already run outside but Fr Phillips had forced a great body of them into a corner where he slashed at them wildly. Garret had to use all his weight just to push through the ones that were running away, many with limbs missing.

Eventually he found himself within a metre or so of the axe-wielding priest, Garret had a brief moment of thought in which he registered amazement at the demonic speed in which Fr Phillips was swinging the axe. Then he braced himself, pushed past a dying child and hurled himself full long with surprising, almost angelic agility at Fr Phillips.

His hands grasped at Fr Phillips throat, they squeezed. The axe slipped out of Fr Phillips hands as he struggled to free himself from the hands that were choking him. For a moment he succeeded and managed to turn around, he was face to face with Fr Reynolds, then the hands tightened again and he fell to the floor under the weight of his opponent.

He stared into the determined eyes of his attacker and knew that he had lost – for a few fleeting moments his mind flirted with rage, he felt a shame and a hatred at the audacity of Fr Reynolds in challenging him! Then the reality of being unable to breathe sank in and Fr Phillips finally realised that he was a very sick man and had been for a long time.

Garret looked at Fr Philips face turning blue, at the spittle foaming out of his mouth, he stared into the bulging eyes; they looked like they were about to burst forth from the sockets.

The hall was deserted and Phillips a long time dead when Fr Reynolds finally loosened his grip, rolled over into a pool of blood, vomit and brain; curled up into the foetal position and wept.

[Guest Nozzle Boy]

Xcam2 Tiny Wireless Camera - WHAT ! Evan's a chop. Dude, I think he deserved the whole brain-squelching-thing for buying that crap. Honestly, Yahoo! is INFESTED with that ad ! It's shocking ! And all it really comes down to is how many women in bikini's can they fit into a flash file before it stops looking like a spy camera, and starts looking like a porno.

[Happas]

lol

i really have no idea about spy cameras - what would have been a better choice>

[gomaos]

Another excellent story!

Actually the best one yet!

[This message has been edited by gomaos (edited 24 January 2002).]

[G Dawg]

Happas, just curious where you found the name garret as I ain't never seen it without a double t before, except mine of course.

Later

[Happas]

that character was based on you.

no actually i just can't spell