I am the assistant to a prominent pastor. I am his armor bearer. That means where ever you see him, you see me. I am a happily man married with 4 children. I also am a successful franchise owner of a popular food chain. About a year ago I went to my pastor in confidence, and poured out my heart to him. I confessed that I go out and pick up "trannies" in a popular area here in Altlanta. I told him that the addiction was gettig out of control.   I was telling my wife that I was going out of town, and really staying in hotels for weeks, with random trannies, back to back. I have been top and bottom. I only picked up the ones with the juiciest butts. I spent thousands of dollars doing this. My wife didn't have a clue. She almost found out when she found dookie stains on the front of my boxers one time. Everything came to a head when I started going raw on them. One trannie i used to get all the time disappeared off the scene for awhile. I found out that "she" was sick. That really scared me and I went and got tested. I decided to try to stop, and that's why I went to my pastor. We cried together about it and he said he would counsel me to help me through this. He would ask for details about what I did when I had sex with the men. On one occassion while I was telling him about this, he had a visible erection. His breathing got heavier, and I got turned on by that. I went into more details, and his eyes glazed over, and his mouth hung open. I got up to hug him and felt his erection on my thigh. I held the hug a lil longer than usual, and let him feel my erection also. I looked in his eyes and saw consent there. I got on my knees and pulled his piece out. He already had precum dripping out. I licked it off and gave him head. That started a sick relationshp between us. I didn't have to explain why we were always together to my wife. I would have sex with him in his study sometimes. I don't why know nobody ever smelled that "musty booty" smell. I have to admit that he had a beautiful piece. Long, thick with a fat head. I have even gave him "the Lewinsky" inder hid desk while someone was in the room before. After a while he started hinting that he wanted me to do his other pastor friends also. When I refused, he said that he would destroy me and tell my wife, ruin my name in the public eye, and get my restaurants closed down. I believed him, because he has a lot of influence here, and I have seen him do some underhanded stuff to make things go his way. I wouldn't have done me any good to try to out him, because no one would believe me. He had me doing all kinds of degrading things with his friends, who also have big churches. I have been urinated on, made to lick feet, almost had my anus torn in half, and had to give head til my jawbone was almost unhinged. They have these "boys night out" events, and pass me around the room. They drink and pop pills like they are just regular folks. I'm  getting tired of this, I'm depressed, I have lost faith in the church. They all wear masks. They are not who folks think they are. They are like pimps, the congregation are the whores. They really talk about how much money they are getting, They discuss the right keywords to make folks get emotional to come off of the money. They disgust me. I got so much dirt on these dudes, but I can't tell nothing without outing myself. I cannot lose my family, or the respect the church has for me. My wife thinks I'm on drugs, I lost so much weight, circles under my eyes, and I cry in the bathroom. I want it to end, but I don't know how. That feels good to actually type out, I know this doen't solve the problem, but thanks for reading.