A Good Man|
For years I have brought justice to this god-forsaking world. I am a
Confessor for the church. I am dispatched to rid this world of evil. I am the
judge, jury and executioner. It was deemed this was the best way to handle
evil. However, after handing down swift justice to countless sinners, evil hasn’t
ebb. It only seems to grow. Now, there
is a killer of Confessors and I will be sent out to help stop this man.
I begin to question my faith. Am I the evil that I have fought so hard
to rid this world of? From my darkest despair she pulls me back up to my feet.
Over and over, my beloved Nova reminds me of my faith. All I have to do is gaze upon her and I know
there must be a God. Only God could
create a love that Nova gives me.
I want to be the man, the master, my beloved Nova deserves. For her I
will do anything to be a good man.
Songs that inspired me while writing "A Good Man"
I Will Fail You- Demon Hunter
Time of Dying- Three Days Grace
God Shuffled His Feet- Crash Test Dummies
Barton Hallow- The Civil Wars
Blasphemy- Cinema Bizzare
Take Out the Gunman- Chevelle
Wrong Side of Heaven- Five Finger Death Punch
Wrecking Ball- Five Finger Death Punch
I.M. Sin- Five Finger Death Punch
My Obsession- Cinema Bizzare
Put the Gun Down- ZZ Ward
Till the Casket Drops- ZZ Ward
Good Man- Devour the Day
Bad Guy 3OH!3
you lay me down to sleep…my soul I pray the Confessor will not reap.
sound…it is undeniable, the mechanical sound of the Confessor’s metal monstrosity
coming near. Fear begins to fill our souls. Who is he coming to judge? The
Regent has sent him to deal out God’s justice. How can one man define God’s
justice? We can’t run from this. We must accept what the Regent deems
can see him enter the town. The beast he rides is made of steel and gold. It
vaguely resembles a horse. He is given this beast when he is named Confessor.
eyes are upon him as he dismounts the beast. That is when we see her. An angel,
a gift from the Regent, only the most beautiful of women can be given to a
Confessor. She becomes his, in every sense of the word. She is meant to make
sure he doesn’t judge too harshly. She is his soul and it is her kindness that
has often saved us from the cruelty of a Confessor.
can catch the glimpse of the revolver strapped to his thigh. Many have lost
their lives by being shot by this revolver, blessed by God, this holy weapon of
the righteous. But too many of us it symbolizes the fear we have for the
eyes are upon him as he sends his angel away. Fear mounts, we know what this
means, someone is going to lose their life today. He doesn’t want her to see
what is going to happen. Yet, his eyes are indifferent as he turns his gaze our
reads out a name and all eyes go to the poor soul whom the Confessor has come
to claim. The charge is read out. The man is already been found guilty of rape
and thievery. None of us can believe what we hear. There has to be a mistake,
yet no one speaks up. The Confessor
pulls out his revolver.
find you guilty and the sentence is death.” His voice booms out paralyzing all
the man has time to retreat the Confessor shoots him in the chest. And if
taking his life wasn’t enough the Confessor condemns the poor man’s soul to
calls out for his angel and she quickly comes to him. He helps her onto the
mechanical beast then they ride out.
is our world, one of fear and piety. The church runs everything and any who
dare speak out will face the holy wrath of the Regents. They send out their
Confessors to silence the unfaithful. In a strange way some of us pity the
Confessors. The burden their souls must bear. It can change a once good man to
little more than the mechanize beast they ride.
“You, my submissive,
are more beautiful than any other,” Vex softly whispered into Nova’s ear. “Do
you believe my words?”
“Yes Master,” she
purrs. Her arms are tied behind her back as she kneels on the soft ground.
“You are my heart, my
soul.” He moved his hand down until he was cupping her pussy. “There are no
words that can tell you the depths of my love for you.” He moved his fingers
leisurely over her clit.
She moaned. She loved
when he spoke to her this way as she was bound and kneeling before him. Her
Master…she was truly blessed to be given to a man like him.
“The pleasure that
dances across your face is inspiring, girl.” He rubs her clit faster.
She has been his for
over ten years. She was given to him when he was named Confessor. She blessed
that day. “Master,” she moaned louder as he brought her right to the edge of a
most exquisite orgasm.
“Come for me, girl.”
She allowed herself to
go over the edge of bliss. His touch was always so perfect. He knew what she
needed, what she wanted.
She opened her eyes
when she felt his body heat leave her. He had moved over to the other side of
the camp fire. His gaze lingered over her body. The way he looked at her always
made her feel so beautiful.
“Master…I need your
“I bet you do. I want
to gaze upon you for a bit longer.”
Her Master was so
handsome. His blond hair hung to his shoulders. His mustache and beard were
neatly trimmed. His blue eyes were so intense. His body…oh his body was a work
of art. His muscles were chiseled and perfect, not too big, just right. He was
almost a foot taller than she was. And his voice matched his perfection.
Her pussy clinched when
he walked over to her. He reached behind her and untied the ropes. He rubbed
her arms to make sure he hadn’t tied the ropes too tightly.
“Get into position,
She quickly got on her
hands and knees. She arched her back lifting her hips up slightly. She heard
the sound of his jeans being unzipped. She braced herself. He grabbed her hips
and drove his cock into her deeply. She loved when he took her this way. The anticipation
of this moment was almost too much for her. He made her wait longer this time.
But the waiting made this moment even sweeter.
Her orgasm was strong,
but his seemed to be more so as he roared. Her body trembled hearing his primal
“Nova,” he purred as he
pulled her up to him and held her tightly.
She leaned back against him. This was her favorite moment, him holding her so
lovingly after a session. He would hold her until she pulled away. She was
always first to break their embrace. He wanted to make sure he satisfied her in
every way he could.
It was morning when
they rode off to the small town of Glenn, which was in the Mirus province. The
Regent Zale was in charge of the whole province and he was also the man who
named Vex a Confessor. Vex was duty bound to fulfill Zale’s orders. Yet, it
wasn’t uncommon for a Confessor to be asked to assist another Regent. Whatever
Zale commanded Vex would carry out.
Nova held on to Vex’s waist as the metal horse moved forward. She often
wished they could just have a real horse, but Master wouldn’t allow it. A real
horse needed too much to keep it moving and this mechanical one could ride
endlessly with some simple maintenance here and there.
Glenn was a small
farming town. She was surprised they were sent here. She gripped her Master
tighter as they approached the small town.
Over the years the toll
on her Master’s soul was growing heavy. She could feel the change in him. His
first few missions weighed heavily on him. Now, the ease in which he carried
out the Regent’s will started to frighten her. Yet,
her Master let her speak her mind. She was lucky. Most Confessors treated their
submissives much rougher and rarely would listen to
what they had to say. She had voiced her concerns to him and he reassured her
that he had to shut certain parts of his heart down when he saw to the wicked.
He wanted to stay a good man for her. He was a good man, though she feared he
was beginning to question that about himself.
As they passed through
the center of town a hush came over the citizens. She could feel their fear of
her Master. She wondered if he could feel this as well. She never asked just in
case he hadn’t noticed. She didn’t want one more thing to burden his thoughts.
He hopped off the metal
horse. It made its usual hiss and clunk noise when he shut it off. He reached
up and helped her off.
“Why are you here,
Confessor? We are God fearing people,” an elderly man said.
“Are you the Warden of
this town?” Vex asked.
“Yes I am.”
Vex handed the elderly
man the document.
“Bring this man to me.”
Vex looked around at the crowd that gathered. He looked for Nova to make sure
she was near him. She smiled brightly at him. He turned his attention to the
“There is no way Bram
could have stolen that much cattle. Do you see that many head of cattle around
“It would be foolish to
keep them too close to the village. Now where is he?” Vex heard Nova pull out
her pistol. His eyes darted everywhere.
“Master, he is armed,”
Vex quickly took out
his revolver. “I’m assuming you are Bram.”
“I have done nothing,”
the young man said. The pistol in his hand shook as he held it up.
“Only the guilty feel
the need to point a gun at a Confessor.”
frighten. You will not give me a fair trial. The Regent sent you to kill me.”
“Lower your weapon or I
will shoot you. You endanger my woman and I can’t have that.”
“Lower the gun, Bram, you damn fool,” the elderly male said.
Nova put her small
pistol back in its sheath when Bram put his gun away.
“Give me your weapon,”
Vex said as he approached Bram.
Bram threw the gun over
to him. Nova quickly went and gathered it.
Vex punched Bram in the
face sending him flying to the ground. “That is for putting my woman at risk.
Now get up. You will tell me where you were six nights ago.”
“I was here,” Bram said
as he slowly stood.
“Can anyone verify
Bram looked over at the
elderly male then over the crowd. The look on his face told Vex all he needed
“They will not lie for
you. Lying is a sin. Let me ask you again. Where were you?”
“Please don’t kill me,”
“Where are the cattle?
Don’t lie to me anymore.”
“I only wanted to help
“You are adding lie
upon lie. This town seems to be doing just fine. You saw an opportunity and you
took it. I’m guessing you have already sold the cattle to some poor farmer who
believed those were yours to sell. It is time to face judgment.”
“Please don’t kill me,”
“I will not take your
life you pitiful soul, yet you will wish that I have.” Vex turned to the
elderly man. “Put him in the stockade. He is to remain there until the rancher
comes to collect him. My judgment is that Bram will become the personal slave
to the rancher for a year. He will obey every command his new Master gives him.
If I find out otherwise I will take his life.”
“That is a bit harsh,
don’t you think,” the elderly male said.
“I spared his life when
I could have taken it. You remember that.” Vex headed back to his metal horse.
He helped Nova up first then he climbed on.
“You know that rancher
will be cruel to him,” Nova said as she wrapped her arms around his waist.
“I know.” Vex started
up the metal horse and headed out of town.
Nova leaned up against
him as she held him tightly. She hated seeing him hand out punishments. He was
so cold and indifferent. Yet, in a way she knew he had to do this.
“I don’t want you to
kill anyone, Nova,” Vex said.
“I hadn’t planned on
“You pulled out your
pistol back there.”
“I saw that he was
armed and I wasn’t going to let him hurt you.”
“Even to save me, I
don’t want you to ever take a life. It will taint your soul and I don’t want
that for you. Let me carry the burden of taking a life. I must protect you in
every sense of the word, my Nova.”
She nuzzled his back. She couldn’t promise him that she would never take a
life. To save him she would taint her soul. Without him, she would not have a