homosexual- ryden

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Ryan woke up in a terrible sweat as the heavy lighting above him gleamed brightly into his eyes. He flinched at the brightness and tried to adjust to the lightning.

"Hello, Ryan." Someone said, with their legs crossed and a notepad that sat in their lap. Ryan looked up and saw the man, staring at Ryan, with a smug smirk.

"Come along and sit on the sofa, son." He stated standing up, pointing to the sofa that sat against the wall. Ryan slowly stood up walking to the sofa. He felt the therapist's gaze fall onto the boy's ass, observing it as Ryan walked over to the sofa. Ryan quickly sat down to end the tension between the two. He looked up at the therapist, taking in his features.

He had these dark down eyes, with a spotty grey beard following along with his hair starting to reseed and starting to grow grey. Ryan quickly looked down onto the ground, to end his gaze that was locked onto his facial features.

The therapist pulled his chair right by Ryan, invading his privacy. Ryan shifted uncomfortably as the therapist took it the wrong way. The therapist had a smirk tugged at his lips once he saw Ryan shift.

"Not even 5 minutes in this session and you already have a boner. God doesn't consent of the Devil's work." He stated, cocky as ever to Ryan, who was oddly confused by what he said.

Ryan sighed and put his clammy hands on his lap and stared at them, messing with his fingers in nervousness.

"Ryan, do you read the Bible?" The therapist asked, as he leaned over in his chair and looked at the boy that sat in front of him.

Ryan nodded in response as he kept his gaze locked on his hands.

"Have you read the passage by Leviticus 18:22 as it says,
"Do not practice homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman. It is a detestable sin." Do you remember that one, son?"

Ryan nodded his head in response, remembering that day like it was yesterday...

"Mommy, when can I have my juice?My tummy hurt." 6 year old Ryan whined to his mother, has they were both heading into their church, hand in hand.

"After church, alright, baby?" His mother responded to the whiny boy who was tugging at his mother's hand. His mother picked the boy off of his feet and into her arms, kissing the young boy's forehead. Ryan giggled in response as they both sat down, by their local church goers.

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Everyone sat down as the prayer ended. Young Ryan looked up at the priest that stood behind the podium.

"I'd like to share one of my favorite passages from the Holy Bible with you today. It talks about the illness of homosexuality. How its entirety was created by Satan himself.
Leviticus 18:22 says, and quote,
"Do not practice homosexuality, having sex with another man as with a woman. It is a detestable sin." Homosexuals around are too deep under Satan's power! They are being sinful to the man above us today. This disease they have encountered is eating them alive and is making them one of Satan's minions! We shall stop those who don't obey the Holy God himself!" Ryan's priest angrily yelled as all of the people in the church preached as if homosexuality is completely wrong. Young Ryan looked at his parents who preached and constantly stated, 'amen' after everything the pastor said.

Young Ryan didn't know how awful this was, but he thought since everyone else agreed with it, maybe he should too.

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Ryan snapped out of his trance as he felt the therapist's hand crept up along his thigh. Ryan's breath hitched as he felt his hand getting closer to his crotch.

"Sir, p-please stop." Ryan stuttered has his hand crept closer.

"Why should I? You deserve to be punished for the sins you drown in." He growled, creasing Ryan's inner thigh. Ryan's eyes began to flood over with his own tears.

The therapist got turned on even more by his patient crying right in front of him. The therapist's pants began to tighten as he finally reached his designated area.

His smirk grew wider once he got to his crotch, but was quickly interrupted by the timer going off on his watch, indicating that the session was over. The therapist removed his hand and pushed his bottom lip out and checked his watch.

"Ah, what a shame, your session is over. Don't worry, we'll continue next week." A smug smirk tugged on his lips once again and he stood up, and walked over to the door and opened it, indicating for Ryan to leave.

Ryan weakly stood up and wiped his tears from his face. He quickly, as he could, walked to the door and exited and walked down the hall, with a nurse beside him.

"Ahh, Brendon, come on in." The therapist excitedly exclaimed while looking down the hall at a boy who was walking towards his office.

Ryan looked down the hall and saw him. The boy looked so elegant and so strong, but gentle at times. Ryan and the boy's eyes locked, as they looked down deep into each other's souls. Brendon soon enough walked by the boy, and walked into the office that he had to go in.

Ryan looked back and sighed, having a faint smile appear on his tear stained face. The nurse that was walking with him, pulled his arm forward, to pull his attention away from Brendon. All the people that worked here, could do anything to the patients. Anything they had desired.