Straight Priests Enslaved

- Fathers Nikolai, Yuri, and Aleksei, all in their early 20’s and fresh from taking their holy vows to join the church as priests, are about to fall from grace and into the clutches of a new, crueler god who will demand much more from them than their previous one. -

For the life of him, Father Nikolai couldn’t remember how exactly he and his two brothers in Christ, Yuri and Aleksei, had reached this point.

He could kind of remember the events of the sauna from a week ago and he could DEFINITELY remember what had happened several times during confessional and in their dormitories in the days that came after.

But nothing he could laboriously piece together in his mind through the haze of pain and narcotics and mind breaking pleasure could adequately explain their current state of affairs.

The three priests kneeled in the central aisle of the church that Yuri ministered to. Nikolai with his jet black hair, Yuri with his brown hair and Aleksei with his blonde hair and blue eyes (the Aryan ideal in a country that had sacrificed millions of their sons and daughters to push back fascist invaders 80 years earlier).

Each holy man naked except for their clerical collars, rock hard penises bobbing up and down as they slowly shimmied forward on their knees with their hands tied behind them with their own rosaries.

Nikolai was in front so he had the full view of their tormenter, Michael, (no last name to go with it, like so many biblical adversaries, Satan, Beelzebub, Belal, Michael). Only god could not send such an irresistible seducer to test their faith and their vows. Could He?

Michael was as naked as they were but his lack of clothing didn’t reduce his stature in any way. His body made the men waiting in line yearn to please him and it, the 12 inch column of rock hard meat jutting at nearly 45 degrees above horizontal. Dear god. He wanted it so badly.

Eagerly assisting in this perversion of the sacrament of Communion was Father Ethan, who stood right next to Michael, stroking his cock (Nikolai was appalled to find himself even thinking in such profane terms in the house of the Lord. Then, he had to admit to himself it was by far the very least of his many sins).

Michael’s dick was already slick with precum.

He smirked, “Come forward, my slave. Take of My body.”

Nikolai shimmied forward as Father Ethan placed the head of Michael’s dick on his tongue and squeezed a dollop of precum onto it.

It was all too much. The young priest sobbed as the head of His manhood filled Nikolai’s mouth. He swallowed the pre-nut and started cumming ferociously, hands-free. His lips were wrapped tightly around Michael’s ultimate tool of corruption. It was the only thing keeping him from doubling over from the orgasmic spasms coursing through his body.

He was still sobbing as he came. “hmmmm-uh-huh-huh. Uh-huh-huhm.”

Michael looked down at him and His eyes bored into Nikolai’s soul. “Good Lord! Is there anything better than a broken bitch blowing you through the tears?”

Nikolai’s only response was to start bobbing up and down the first few inches of Michael’s dick and darting his tongue back and forth under the head with tears streaming down his face.

“Can you believe it’s only been a week since I met you guys? Time flies when I’m having fun.”

Nikolai heard the impatient shuffling of knees on the carpet behind him and realized that Yuri and Aleksei desperately wanted their turn pleasing their Master.

“No” he thought, “just a few minutes more” before Michael pushed Nikolai’s head off His cock with a loud “plop” sound. He fell over and cried harder.

“Dear God, how could this happen?”, he cried out. But the only sound he heard was Michael laughing like Lucifer, himself. The sound brought him back to the sauna, last Saturday, and the beginning of their descent into blissful, agonizing perversion.

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Father Nikolai luxuriated in the heat and humidity of the sauna along with his two brothers in Christ, Aleksei and Yuri. The three young men had all joined the seminary at the same time. All coming from longstanding conservative communities of Russian immigrants.

 They had studied rigorously together. They had shared their visions for the ministries they would one day possess.

“I will preach of a simpler, more rewarding life” Yuri would say. “And with the words of the Lord as my guide, my church will be a place where the parishioners will feel the promise of that life.”

“Yes, my hope is similar to that. I want to lead my flock from the hedonistic, frivolous trappings that surround them.”, Aleksei had chimed in.

“I know it’ll be a challenge. But together I think we will turn many away from purposeless lives of instant gratification and permissiveness towards moral degradation.”

None of them had to explicitly name the degradation he meant. Abortion, adultery, polygamy, pornography and worst of all, homosexuality and so-called transgenderism. The thought of it, especially the last two, made their stomachs churn.

Men laying with men, women with women, and dressing up as the other sex and mutilating their bodies were not the greatest sins (and the Church had made clear that denouncing it in the harsh terms he and many others would prefer was morally correct but ultimately unproductive. They must hide their disgust so that even more of the faithful would not drift away). But they were the greatest violations of the Natural Order that were socially tolerated in the modern world.

Nikolai’s thoughts drifted from their bright futures to their pleasant present. Sweat poured from their pores and muscles relaxed in the steam. The three men had bonded quickly over their shared background and bi-weekly trips to the sauna which had sprung from it.

There were only two things marring the otherwise wonderful experience.

  The first was their missing American brother, Father Ethan. He had mentioned not feeling well today to brother Yuri (they had been assigned to the same parish). He had been the only other seminarian to regularly join them in the blistering heat during their years of study.

Yuri had also mentioned a curious incident involving Father Ethan from two weeks back. Apparently, he’d arrived back from confessional duty at the dormitory he shared with Yuri several hours later than usual, quickly grabbing some cleaning supplies before heading back out. He claimed he’d spilled some coffee in the narthex but Yuri had noticed a lightening of the wood paneling in the confessional booth. And, crazily enough, some of the lightening on the back wall was in the shape of a man (he had no way of knowing that sometime in the next three hours all three of them would experience the spectacularly explosive answer to this mystery, themselves).

Despite his absence, brother Ethan had purchased a bottle of the high end vodka they enjoyed sharing in the sauna. The alcohol adding to that wonderful relaxing effect. In fact, the booze seemed to be having an even greater effect on them than usual. All three feeling woozy and silly and laughing at anything and everything (Yuri didn’t notice that the bottle had already been opened and if he had he still would have no reason to be suspicious of a friend and fellow devotee).

The second thing detracting from the experience was the young man who was in the sauna with them. Tall and muscular, he had come in about an hour into their marathon sauna session, when they were absolutely hammered (and, unbeknownst to them, high as kites). They were still enjoying themselves but they preferred that it was just the three (or four, with brother Ethan) of them so they could reminisce freely about old times (and some old times that others might be shocked to learn about from men who would one day take vows of chastity. They regretted those sins of youth when sober but with a little of Mother Russia’s best export in their bellies they could be quite nostalgic for those glory days).

The young man was lying back on the bench opposite them, apparently sleeping.

Aleksei was recounting an experience he’d had with one of the three girlfriends he’d had before he was called to serve when all three of them noticed the effect it was having on the young man. What looked like a large kielbasa was forming under the towel wrapped around his waist. (Nikolai had no way of knowing that the thought of vanilla sex with a willing woman would never excite Michael. He was imagining all the things he was going to do to them. Or, more accurately, what he was gonna get them to do to him).

“Better not recollect any more than that, brother, or we’ll have to patch the ceiling”, Aleksei joked. All three laughed heartily at this pg-13 joke.

This woke up the young man who, noticing his erection, hastily sat up and rearranged his towel trying to cover it up and failing completely.

“Sorry about that, fellas. I was having the most amazing dream.”

Nikolai added “We could tell. What was her name?”

“Oh, it wasn’t one girl. It was three.”

“Looks like you’ve got enough for three” Yuri said.

“Yeah, but I’m only at about 70% right now.”

Cries of “Bullshit!” and “C’mon!” from Nikolai and his brothers in Christ, all decorum lost in the heat-haze intoxication.

“When god’s blessed you, it’s wrong to yearn for more.” Aleksei said.

“I’d swear to god but I think I’ve seen you guys come in wearing vestments and I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

Yuri tried to put him at ease, “Don’t sweat it. Here we’re just men having a laugh.”

“Okay. I swear I can get way bigger. And if you don’t believe me, I can prove it.”

“Suuuure. How ya gonna do that?”

“How about we make a game of it?”

Nikolai laughed nervously at that and almost tipped over. Man, that vodka had a kick to it. “What kind of game could we make of that?”

“Well, if you don’t minding sharing that bottle, we could make it a drinking game? How bout, every time I grow another half-inch, each of you takes a long swig, and when I can’t grow on demand, I take three long swigs? Sounds fair, right?”

And to the three inebriated priests, it sounded like a silly game thought up by a young man made a little arrogant by his natural endowment. How could they know they’d doomed themselves? There was no way to predict a force of nature like Michael. Or stand against it.

They agreed and exchanged introductions with handshakes.

Aleksei said “So, how are you gonna further inflate your god given gift, huh?”

“Well, I thought I’d think some more about the three bitches, I mean, ladies in my dream.”

“Really, and in the dream, what did they do first?” Nikolai said, eager for some second hand lasciviousness.

“Well, the dream wasn’t about what they did to me. It was more about what I did to them. First, I just showed off my dick to them and they lost it, shocked at the size. Like this.”

With that, the towel could no longer contain Michael at 9 thick inches. It parted, pointing at its next victims, on the way to 10.

Each man of god exclaimed something in surprise.

“Holy shit!” from Yuri. “Good Lord!” from Aleksei. And “Jesus Christ!” from Nikolai.

They were all too shocked by Michael’s size (and drunk/high off their asses) to notice that they had each spoken profanely. Too shocked to notice that they were doing the same thing as the three ladies (nee bitches) had done in Michael’s dream. Too shocked to even notice their own growing erections.

“Ah-ha. First victory is mine. Drink up, ladies. I mean, gentleman.”

Once again, they missed the connection between them and the fantasy Michael was crafting.

Nikolai, Yuri and Aleksei all took long pulls from the bottle. The room had started spinning and each man was feeling more and more euphoric.

Whatever alarm bells were clanging in their heads that this situation was getting weirder and less like harmless fun were coated in a chemical glaze that just said “enjoy the moment and what you’re feeling. Forget yourself.” Those chemicals had taken Michael a long time to refine. He wondered how he’d ever been able to spend more than a few hours enslaving new bitches into his mega-harem. He must have been more patient in his teens (his principal, teachers and school therapist would have disagreed strongly with that thought. but it’s hard to point these things out when you’re under your own desk feverishly working to milk another maddeningly delicious load out of the senior who’d completely bitched you all out, one after the other).

“Alright, 9 and a half. What’s next? Oh, I got it. I move between these three sluts, Nikki, Yhivi, and Lexi, like this.”

Yuri was the only one who picked up on the fact the names were so similar to their own but he was so stoned and drunk and having such silly fun he didn’t mention it as Michael moved to sit between them, completely naked and getting harder.

“And then with their eyes glued to my dick. I start to slowly stroke myself. Because I get off on making bitches gag for it, y’know?.”

Nikolai’s eyes, like his two best friends, were locked onto Michael’s cock as he slow stroked it. He found himself mindlessly nodding in response to all of Michael’s statements and rhetorical questions.

He wasn’t the only one.

“What do you think, Nikki? Is it even bigger?”

“Yeah, it’s bigger.” Nikolai responded, not noticing the feminization of his name.

“Lexi?”

“Yeah, totally” Aleksei said.

“Yhivi?”

Breathlessly, Yuri replied “Without a doubt.”

“Drink up, ladies.”

All three men took long swigs from the bottle, not really looking away from Michael’s monstrous appendage, as he stroked it slowly, hypnotically.

“Look at that, 10 inches. Isn’t that a beautiful sight, sluts?”

Nikolai nodded his head automatically. This might have shocked some sobriety into him if Yuri and Aleksei hadn’t seconded that sentiment with head nods and “uh-huh”s of their own.

“I see this fantasy of My Three Whores has got you boys all bricked up.”

Nikolai had never heard that particular slang term for a hardon before. But like all good slang it’s meaning was immediately obvious.

“What’s crazy about that is how close it is to the next part of the dream. See, with them drooling at the sight of my monster cock and the sound of my slick stroking, their clits are all rock hard and they’re trying not to squirm in frustration.”

It was then that Nikolai saw Yuri and Aleksei fidgeting in their seats on the bench and realized that he was doing the same. The cloth of the towel wrapped around his waist rubbing his hard penis felt good, just not good enough. He wanted more but self-gratification (self-abuse, really) was sinful.

“If you guys wanna do something about those, I promise I won’t tell the Big Guy if you don’t.”

“Can’t. Itsa zin” Aleksei slurred.

“Oh, c’mon! You can’t even rub one out through the towel. That’s cruel. What if you just rubbed it a little. Not enough to go all the way. That’s not that bad, right?”

Nikolai slurred “I guz not.”

Michael smirked.

“So I’m slowly stroking and Nikki, Yhivi and Lexi start rubbing their clits through their panties and quietly moaning.”

Yuri and Nikolai started rubbing themselves through their towels but Aleksei was just staring at Michael masturbating with his hands gripping the bench tightly.

“And then one of the whores tries to hold out. Prove she doesn’t want this fat dick. But I just say ‘I think that little clit of yours needs some attention, LEXI, doesn’t it?”

Aleksei’s hands let go of the bench and grips his dick through his towel and start rubbing. His low moans join his fellow priest’s.

“And she caves just like that. Ooh, look at that, 10 and a half. Drink up, slaves.”

The vodka was burning his throat before Nikolai kind of caught the “slave” comment but it was far too late at that point.

“Now this is where the dream gets really fun and the sluts get much more involved in my ‘growth process’. You guys don’t mind helping me with the next few rounds of the game, do you?”

Each man, rubbing their erections while watching some kid, barely in his twenties, stroking his huge dick shook their heads to signal their agreement.

“Well. No matter how much pleasure they’re getting rubbing their little dicklets. And they are little, no matter hard they are, right?”

More mindless nodding.

“They just can’t keep their hands to themselves. They have to feel me. And luckily I’ve got more than a handful so there’s room for all three. Nikki is the bravest one so she reaches out first.”

Nikolai slowly reached out and wrapped his hand around the base of Michael’s dick and he felt both of their erections grow harder.

“And Lexi and Yhivi can’t miss out on this action, can they?”

Yuri and Aleksei each added their own hands to Michael’s column of meat. Each groaned and rubbed themselves faster.

“And since I’ve got a magical dick that overwhelms everyone who meets it, they all lose it and start busting.”

And like it was on demand, Nikolai felt his balls empty as he came hard into his towel. Twin grunts from Michael’s other side meant that Yuri and Aleksei were also sullying themselves. Somewhere in the buildup to the most intense orgasm he could remember while playing a woman’s part of a fantasy and gripping another man’s dick, Michael had taken out his phone and begun recording the festivities. They were all too far gone to really understand or make any fuss.

“And watching a couple bitches cumming all over themselves makes me hit 11 inches. Now,, I’m worried that if you guys drink any more you’ll pass out and we won’t be able to play anymore. You’d hate for this to end before we got to the really fun stuff, right, ladies?”

Aleksei tried to say no but it was barely audible. Yuri and Nikolai could only shake their heads like drowsy children fighting to stay awake past their bedtimes.

“I know. You guys need a pick me up.” Michael said as he popped off the bench and free of their grips.

He reached into his bag and pulled out a little vial of pinkish powder. “You guys are gonna love this.”

He poured a little bit onto the webbing of his hand between his thumb and forefinger and stuck it under Yuri’s nose. But because he was standing while Yuri was seated, Michael’s python was pressed into Yuri’s mouth. Yuri did his first line of blow (and a bunch of secret ingredients) just as his lips touched another man’s penis for the first time. He immediately became much more alert while he could feel his muscles loosen (he didn’t realize that his asshole had also begun relaxing but he would be immensely grateful for that shortly) and his dick become hard again.

Michael repeated this procedure with Nikolai and Aleksei. They snorted and he used his dick to toy with them a little before the real bitch-breaking began.

“I think I’m gonna hit 12 inches if we keep playing. Don’t you wanna see that, Nikki?”

Michael moved away a little and Nikolai nodded eagerly and followed, his eyes locked onto Michael’s cock. He didn’t know why but he thought the girl in the fantasy, Nikki, would want to be on her knees in front of him so that’s where he moved.

“Lexi? Yhivi? You can’t let her have all the fun, right?”

They both fell to their knees. Eyes focused on the head of Michael’s dick. Nikolai in the middle, Yuri to Michael’s left and Aleksei on his right.

“Now, what do you think comes next, Yhivi?”

“They’d …start… stroking you?” Yuri responded, the coke washing away his slurred speech and sluggish thinking. Now, he was aware of what they were doing, knew it was a sin. But the pleasure of the game was too great, Michael was so effortlessly dominant, and they’d already damned themselves. He thought, like a fool, that it couldn’t get any worse. Michael was about to show him different.

He reached up and started stroking. It wasn’t long before a hand joined his from the left. And then another from the right.

“Did I mention they were all naked at this point?”

Each man pulled his towel from around his waist revealing their own erections. Aleksei’s was the most impressive at 6 inches. Yuri and Nikolai barely broke five. Michael was twice as big as any of them and they knew it. It made their subjugation feel even more natural.

“Look at those little dicks. You wanna rub them again, don’t you, fag- I mean, don’t you, bitches?”

Vigorous nodding.

“Sorry. From now on in the fantasy the girls only cum from pleasing me or me wrecking them. But looking down on three eager sluts stroking my huge dick has got me creeping up on 11 and a half inches. And it’s gotta be a big thrill for you guys. Anything you wanna say?”

“Oh, my god!”, Yuri blurted while stroking.

“Jesus FUCKING Christ!”, Nikolai explained while jacking the monster cock.

“God forgive us!”, Aleksei moaned but he kept pumping.

“Bahahahaha! I love it when sluts beg. But only when they’re begging me.” Michael reached down and lightly slapped Aleksei. “You get it, don’t you, you stupid whore?”

Aleksei, who was well versed in the Russian martial art of samba and who could dismantle most men on the mat, nodded meekly as tears overflowed his eyes. He started pumping faster.

“Oh, fuck. You faggots are gonna make me hit 11 and a half. Nikki, go grab my vial. Pour some on my dick and take a bump.”

Nikolai didn’t question and didn’t feel the line that had been crossed with the homophobic slur. He poured out the powder on Michael’s cock and snorted. Yuri and Aleksei didn’t put up any more resistance than he did. They were all cranked up to 11 and they weren’t even halfway through their conversion process.

“Thank god it’s three girls on their knees and not three guys. Especially not three men of the cloth or this would be an abomination against the Lord, right?”

Nikolai was vaguely conscious of Michael’s frequent slips back and forth between the fantasy of three women pleasuring him and the reality of three men indulging themselves in a silly game with a young man they’d just met.

But even so, they all just responded with “uh-huh”s and “yeah”s, embracing the illusion to assuage their consciences.

“But I don’t think you ladies are quite feminine enough… I know.” Michael once again pulled his dick from their grasps to retrieve something from his bag. It was a tube of cherry red lipstick. He handed it to Yuri.

“Why don’t you be a good girl for Daddy, Yhivi, and put that on yourself and Nikki and Lexi.”

And then Father Yuri, who had railed against the corrupting influence of drag shows and the “trans agenda” did just that, even smacking his lips after applying it to himself. His drug addled mind tried to dredge up some bible verse about painted whores but the memory was subsumed by the enormous cock that eclipsed his face.

Each incremental step in Michael’s plan was more demanding and more humiliating than the last. But none of the priests seemed capable of caring.

“There! Much better. Now, what were those three whored up ladies just doing?”

Michael flexed his dick up and down a few times as if to say “I’m waiting…”

Nikolai was the first to act, reaching up and grabbing Michael’s cock in the middle. He stroked it slowly with a light grip, the prodigious amount of precum Michael produced made a slick sound as he did.

“Lexi, Yhivi. Stop staring and stroke my fucking cock, you stupid whores!”

Both men flinched in fear and reached up, Yuri with one hand above Nikolai’s and Aleksei with one hand below. The three priests synched up their stroking pretty quickly for men who had repeatedly denounced homosexuality as a grievous offense to the Lord.

But Michael was a more immediate god and all three of them were all too used to being told what to do and what to think by some greater authority.

“Fuck! 12 inches, bitches! You did it! Aren’t you proud of yourselves?”

Nikolai dropped his head and stifled a moan of despair and lust. What was he doing? Nikki could do this kind of thing and it was merely licentiousness, not a subversion of the natural order. Why was he so hard? Why was he still jacking this young man off?

He felt Michael step back and pull loose of their grips. 15 seconds later when he looked he saw that there were three lines of powder on Michael’s dick. He didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in and inhaled. His two closest brothers in Christ followed suit.

“Now, I’ve never been able to break past 12 inches but I have a feeling it’s gonna happen today. Isn’t this so much fun?”

Nikolai, Aleksei and Yuri moaned weakly, swaying dopily on their knees before him. Michael’s camera captured it all.

Michael stepped forward, his cock hitting Nikolai’s forehead pushing his head back so that he was looking at the underside of it. From his periphery, he could see Michael grab Yuri and Aleksei’s heads and pull them towards his huge dick so that the bridges of their noses were pushed into it.

“Now, at this point in my dream, all three girls were on their way to being mine forever. But since they were raised Catholic, they still had to be enticed a bit.”

As he said this, Michael slowly thrust his hips forward and back, dragging the bottom of his shaft over Nikolai’s face, and the sides of it across Yuri and Aleksei’s.

“And by this point, they’ve ogled it, they’ve touched it and jacked it off a bit. And now, they’re taking in my scent, which is driving them a little crazy.”

Nikolai was breathing harder as a desire to experience Michael in more ways blossomed in him. Yuri and Aleksei must have been feeling the same way, as they were practically panting next to him. Were they as hard as he was? Did they feel like they could almost ejaculate from being toyed with in this way, as well?

“They’ve already done things they’d never thought they could have ever done. But it’s all so exciting and it’s like there’s been some big hole in their lives just waiting to be filled. Know what I mean?”

All three priests nodded slowly, their vision filled up with Michael’s beast, bright red lips hanging open in awe.

“They try to hold on. Remain the goody two-shoes they’ve always been. But they’re finding out how fun it is to be naughty. They want to get even naughtier.”

Michael moved his dick down Nikolai’s face so the bottom of the head of his dick rested on his lips, precum dripping down. He also grabbed Aleksei and Yuri by their hair, in a grip that was a little painful, and pulled them up and closer so his lazy pistoning dragged his meat across their lips.

“Don’t you sluts want to help me get even harder? Even bigger?”

They looked up into his eyes, each man terrified but tempted and teased beyond reason. The next step was obvious but he wanted them to surrender without being explicitly told to do so.

“Who’s gonna be my brave little slut? Who’s gonna be the first to taste of me?”

The religiously loaded phrasing was not accidental or lost on all three holy men who had studied the gospels rigorously for years. Making them choose between their Savior and their Seducer just added to Michael’s gleeful cruelty.

To his delight, all three new soon-to-be slaves parted their lips simultaneously, maintaining their eye contact with him, eager to please, and kissed his dick.

“Yesss! Good boys.”

They moaned in stereo and stuck out their tongues. Three priests began their triple blowjob of some guy they met barely an hour ago.

At first, it was Michael’s slow thrusting that moved Aleksei and Yuri’s tongue up and down his shaft as Nikolai opened his mouth to take in as much of the head as he could (most of his victims had cracked and bloody lips after blowing him. Michael really enjoyed that. His favorite memory along those lines was the young pastor who ran that gay conversion camp sucking him so fast and hard that his bloody lips coated the first 4 inches of his dick in red. Michael had shown him that there was only one kind of gay conversion that was actually possible and one man capable of doing it to anyone he chose). But then they started moving up and down on their own, haunted eyes looking up, seeking his approval.

“Isn’t this a better use of the time you’re on your knees? And if you work real hard like good little sluts you get a tasty treat at the end. Aleksei, Yuri, Nikolai, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”

All three men moaned from the domination and the transgression of using their real names, Michael dropping the charade of a game and a fantasy, moved to acquiesce to his implied orders and came hands free. Yuri and Aleksei blasted each other’s chests with their loads, Nikolai’s flew through Michael’s spread legs (it took a little experience putting his older brothers on their knees before Michael learned to avoid their loads by spreading his legs a bit. The last time he visited them at the mental health facilities they lived at, not a single drop of their loads had touched him. Fuck, stuffing their throats and asses while they were even more helpless than usual, trapped in their restraints, was his old favorite memory. Now, he was making new favorite memories every 5 minutes with these homophobic priests).

Aleksei and Yuri were busy smearing their lipstick all over Michael’s balls as Nikolai slathered the first two to three inches of his cock with drool.

Nikolai tried to come to his senses but his very senses were what had betrayed him. Hearing about Michael’s dream had excited him a little. The sight of Michael’s size had intimidated him. The feel of his granite column had excited him more, reminding him of the pornos he’d watched as an adolescent, the ones with the well-endowed male performers. Michael’s scent had somehow enhanced the intoxicating effects of the booze and drugs, making him harder than he’d ever been.

These things always happened to Michael’s straight slaves. But what made it worse in this case (and easier for him) were the years that each young priest had spent denying any and all sexual urges. So that when some guy comes along and makes them feel a bit of pleasure, then a bit more, then a lot more. Well, none of his targets had any real chance of escape but these guys didn’t even have that.

“Fuck! Nikolai, you’re gonna suck me off my feet.”

Indeed, Nikolai’s enthusiasm and tight suction were pulling Michael forward every time he bobbed his head back.

Nikolai let go and Michael’s wet cock slipped from his mouth. He looked up and timidly said “Sorry.”

Michael slapped him hard, knocking him to the floor.

“I didn’t say stop, you stupid queer.”

Nikolai whimpered and struggled to get up, blood trickling from his mouth and nose.

“That means you lost the top spot, the one I save for my most faithful servants. Now, Lexi and Yhivi can compete to see who gets it. But first…”

Michael reached over to his bag and pulled out three pairs of pink silk panties, throwing one to each of his new toys.

“Now that I think of it. The girls weren’t completely naked in the dream. Put those on. Now!”

Yuri and Aleksei, still on their knees, awkwardly slipped on the women’s underwear they were given. His head still spinning, Nikolai struggled more to do the same.

“Nuh-uh-uh. I still wanna see those tiny clits sticking out.”

Each man (if you could still call them that and Michael wouldn’t) pulled his erection out on top of the pink panties.

“Now, Yuri and Aleksei, I mean, Yhivi and Lexi, it’s a tongue bath competition for the privilege of sucking it…. But first, tell me, why are your clits so hard?”

In a soft voice completely unlike his formerly strong one, Father Aleksei said “Do we have to say? Can’t we just keep… you know….going?

“No, I don’t know, you stupid cunt. That’s why you have to say it.”

Yuri went first. “Our… dicks… are hard from… licking it.”

“Licking what, Yuri?”

“Licking your thing.”

“Thing, that’s a little vague. That could be anything. Father Aleksei, what have you and Father Yuri been energetically licking for the last 15 minutes?

Father Aleksei visibly struggled between choosing to cling to the last remaining vestiges of his dignity, heterosexuality, and beliefs and his increasing desire to please this stud.

“If you answer the right way your odds of getting that privileged spot are gonna go up quite a bit.”

“We’ve been licking…”

“Eh, ENTHUSIASTICALLY licking.”

“We’ve been enthusiastically licking your erection…”

“And that’s doing what to you guys, Yuri”

“It’s making us hard.”

“Licking my cock and THAT making you hard makes you all what, Nikolai.”

Nikolai had finally gotten the bleeding from his nose to stop (still, some had dripped down onto his chest). He tried to think of a truthful response that wouldn’t completely strip bare any illusions about what was going in this steaming hot room.

“Horny?”

“No, but it starts with an ‘h’…. I’m getting bored here. Another couple seconds and I’m bouncing.”

All three priests answered “Homosexuals!” almost directly on top of each other.

“Bahahahahahahahahahaha. In stereo, no less. I would have said ‘degenerate perverts’, but that is correct. May the contest begin!”

And with that Michael grabbed the back of Father Yuri’s head on his left and the back of Father Aleksei’s on his right and mashed them together with his cock in the middle, its thickness separating them by about two inches. If the two men of God had been enthusiastically participating before, now they were practically frenzied in their licking and kissing of Michael’s endowment.

“Ahhhhhhh, nothing quite like a freshly broken faggot going for broke on my dick. Hey, quick theological question. Is worshipping my cock like this a cardinal sin or a venal one?”

The two priests servicing him moaned in unison. Father Aleksei pulled off first to answer.

“I don’t know.”

And Father Yuri, right on his heels.

“I don’t care.”

Father Nikolai could only look on with jealousy wondering when the contest would end and he could get in on the action again. His erection and balls were aching like crazy.

“Now, I really like Father Yuri’s movement on his side. But I don’t think he’s mixing his kissing and licking for the optimal pleasurable outcome.”

Father Yuri groaned in frustration and thought to himself “He’s critiquing a gay double blowjob like this is Top Chef or something.” He tried to find the right ratio of kisses to licks to please his new master.

“And I really like how Aleksei is producing crazy amounts of saliva all over his side. That’s gonna come in very hand in just a bit.”

All three clergyman’s eyes bugged out at the implications of that last statement. What they were already doing was the most insane, sacrilegious thing they could imagine. He couldn’t mean…..

But, of course he meant that and much, much more.

“It was pretty close but I think Yhivi came from behind to win.”

Yuri moaned in triumph while Aleksei groaned in disappointment.

Yuri immediately licked all the way up his side and took the head of Michael’s dick into his mouth. He could only fit about two inches in as he started to give his first true blowjob. His lips were stretched painfully tight around Michael’s inhuman girth, his eyes locked onto Michael’s face looking down on him with amused disdain.

“Fuck! It’s like the straighter they are, the better they suck dick. I should write this up for some kind of scientific journal. Homosexual American or something.”

The degrading talk only spurred them on.

“Hey, Nikolai, you want in on this, right?”

He immediately got up to walk over to Michael’s left side..

“No, on your hands and knees.”

Nikolai quietly sobbed at this further humiliation and got on his hand and knees to crawl over to his new position in life. As he started to lick Michael’s cock up and down as fast as he could he made eye contact with Father Aleksei. They both immediately looked away in shame.

“Oh, c’mon. Brother in Christ, Brothers on Cock. Is it really that different? Oh, fuck, that’s it. That extra bit. You little sissies are now worshipping more than a foot of rock hard dick. You should be proud of yourselves.”

All three men groaned at the degradation and came yet again, the arcs of their loads crisscrossing each other’s chests. They groaned long and hard into Michael’s mammoth appendage. How was this possible?!

Seemingly in answer to that unspoken question, “Didn’t I tell you I had a magic dick? Alright, ladies. It’s time for your treat. Hold still. As always, it’s better when I do it.”

With that, Michael started to fuck what he thought of as a partial pussy, one man sucking and two men providing suction and tongue action on the sides. Father Yuri started to gag immediately so Michael reached out and grabbed the bag of his head as he tried to fit his insanely huge dick in his throat.

“Ah, that’s better.” He looked to either side. “But I think I’m gonna need more pressure from you two faggots. Father Nikolai, pull Father Aleksei’s mouth onto my cock. Hard!”

Nikolai did as he was told, reaching his right hand under Michael’s penis to grab his best friend’s head and mash his lips and tongue onto it.

“Father Aleksei….”

Aleksei didn’t need to be told. He did the same thing to his best friend on the other side of this monster.

“You sluts want a treat?”

All three men moaned and their dicks dribbled a bit more jizz onto the wooden floorboards of the sauna. Yuri started to lick the underside of Michael’s shaft even as he choked on it.

“Oh, fuck yes. Once I broke your boy Ethan I knew I could get three more priests on my cock at the same time. I just didn’t think it would be so easy. Yessss!!!”

And with that, in what would normally be considered a world record breaking ejaculation but wasn’t even in Michael’s top 50, he began emptying his balls down Yuri’s throat, choking him even more.

Michael pulled out to fire 3 shots at Yuri’s face (mostly in his eyes, temporarily blinding him). He then turned his firehose to the left to spray down Nikolai’s face and chest. And finally, turned to his right to bless Aleksei the same way.

Fifty four minutes. It had taken fifty four minutes for Michael to take three fiercely devoted servants of the Lord and turn them into whimpering cumrags. He’d broken men faster than that but he’d never broken so many and made them betray so much in such a short period. He was still rock hard and just getting started.

Fathers Nikolai, Yuri and Aleksei were covered in semen and completely cum drunk (on top of still being regular drunk). Each man shocked at what they’d taken part in and remembering that Michael had mentioned Father Ethan having been used in a similar fashion. Yuri had his eureka moment, realizing far too late that the stains in the confessional booth had been cumshot silhouettes from Michael breaking him in, too. The growing sense of inevitability and the power of this man might have limited their culpability in all this if they were normal men, but their vows and years of training left no room for excuses. The guilt and shame were soul crushing.

Father Nikolai was the first to feel Michael’s fingers brushing the cum of out his eyes before sticking his cum coated fingers in Nikolai’s mouth. The expectation was obvious. He sucked and swallowed. Now he was able to see Michael do the same to Yuri and Aleksei.

“I once was blind but now I see. Ha!”

The three men of the cloth hung their heads.

“What’s the matter, fellas? It’s just a game. Now, I know you may have some reservations about some parts of it. But I have a way for you guys to prove your dedication to the Lord. And it’s guaranteed to be tons of fun. For me, anyway.”

Each man looked up at Michael and down to his still rigid prick. Michael then moved to each man and removed the gold crucifixes they had hanging around their necks by a thin chain. Each one slightly different from the next.

“Ye shall know them by their works. You guys are gonna have to work to get these back and prove that any of this…” he dangled the symbols of their faith back and forth (all three priest’s had to tear their eyes off Michael’s manhood to look). “still means something to you.”

“This one is yours, Father Aleksei.” And with that he began to loop the chain around the base of his dick two times so that it was tight and the actual crucifix rested on top.

“I want you to take this back.”

Aleksei started to reach out.

“With just your mouth. Starting from here.” Michael pointed at the tip of his cock.

Father Nikolai looked on in pity as Father Aleksei looked at him and Father Yuri for some kind of help. High as kites and too horny to think clearly. Barely able to keep upright sitting on the floor. What help could they offer? Nikolai pitied him… and couldn’t wait until it was his turn.

Aleksei crawled over to kneel at Michael’s feet. He looked at the monstrosity he’d have to deepthroat to get his crucifix (the one his mother had proudly given to him on the day of his ordination) back and visibly gulped. He opened wide and took Michael in his mouth.

“Grab my ankles, bitch.”

Aleksei’s eyes scrunched together in humiliation but he did as he was told.

“You two, come on either side for a closer look.”

Fathers Nikolai and Yuri moved to either side of Aleksei.

“Goddamn it! I love seeing a holy man with his lips fucking stretched around my dick. Now blow me to get your little messiah back, slut.”

Aleksei sobbed (or tried to sob) and started to take more of Michael in his mouth. The moment the doorknob thick head of his cock filled his throat he gagged and retched a bit. He started bobbing up and down the two or three inches he could take in, trying to produce enough saliva to lubricate it to take in more. Little by little, his gag reflex subsided and he found he could take more of it into his throat. Once he had gotten an inch in his throat, Michael said.

“I’m gonna get more comfortable. If you let me slip out of that tight hole, even a little, I’m gonna make you regret it.”

Tear flowing from his bloodshot eyes and his own drool covering his chin and chest, Father Aleksei had no idea how Michael could mess him up more but he had no doubt that he somehow would. So he sucked as hard as he could as Michael gradually lowered himself to the floor and lay down on his back. Then as Aleksei bobbed on as much of Michael as he could, he closed his thighs around Aleksei’s throat so all he could see was his head going down on his column. In this position the phone Michael was using to film the whole ordeal was more obvious. He paused it and turned it around so that Aleksei could see himself, face a sloppy, beet-red mess, pink bulging eyes, mouth stuffed with cock. He started crying. He couldn’t help himself.

“Awww, I think Father Aleksei is full of sorrow from missing his crucifix. Why don’t you two help him get it?”

Nikolai and Yuri looked at each other in confusion.

“Pull him down my cock, you stupid cunts.”

And so Father Nikolai grabbed a hank of the hair on the top of Father Aleksei’s head and Father Yuri grabbed another and started to pull him down onto Michael’s dick. Aleksei groaned in pain and outrage, his eyes darting left and right.

“Harder, bitches!”

Not daring to disobey their new Lord and ignoring Aleksei’s gagging and glaring at them, they pulled harder and his mouth moved down another inch on Michael’s dick. And then another. As more and more of Michael was being shoved into his throat, Aleksei had to start breathing through his nose. This would have been a lot easier if his nasal passages hadn’t been stuffed up from all his weeping but he did what he could.

Through his own efforts and the betrayal of his fellows, 20 minutes later Aleksei had about 11 inches of Michael in his mouth and throat. But he couldn’t seem to take any more.

“Oooooo, so close. Maybe with your tongue.”

Father Aleksei struggled to slip his tongue out from under Michael’s cock and use it to grab at the chain of his crucifix. But all he could do was ineffectually lick it (as Michael knew he would).

“Awww, man. To have come so far and fail. I’m starting to think you’re not really taking your faith all that seriously. Oh, well.”

And with that, Michael let go, cumming directly into Father Aleksei’s stomach, which quickly overflowed and shot back up his throat. It quickly shot out of his mouth and nostrils coating his crucifix in Michael’s load. Michael laughed uproariously at the sight. And in the midst of Aleksei’s torment, Michael’s orgasm triggered his own smaller, pathetic one, head still trapped, but hips bucking.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to hold onto this for a bit longer.” Michael released Aleksei from between his thighs and pulled him off of his cock by his hair (some of which had torn partially free of his scalp during the forced deepthroating). “Next!”

This unholy rite was repeated for Yuri and then, finally, Nikolai (but even more brutally as Aleksei and then Yuri tried to get some payback for their earlier treatment).

Nikolai struggled the most to breathe through his nose as he took more and more of Michael into his throat and he actually passed out about 15 minutes in. But no sooner had he’d regained consciousness when Yuri and Aleksei were once again guiding his mouth and throat onto Michael’s pole and his neck was lightly throttled by Michael’s muscular thighs. It was only later that he realized that he’d cum again in the midst of passing out.

Unsurprisingly, with his friends mercilessly pulling him down, he was the one to get the closest to reclaiming his crucifix and chain. But it was only his upper lip that barely reached the bottom of the little cross. His lip kept lapping at the feet of the tiny Jesus. He had no hope of getting more. Michael’s smirk reached from ear to ear.

Each man had failed to reacquire their simple symbols of faith. They slumped dejectedly on the floor of the sauna.

“Oh, c’mon, guys. It wasn’t so bad. You got to cum hands-free while blowing your new master and I got to fire three of my loads straight into your bellies. I don’t know about you but I consider that to be win-win.”

Each man moaned in a desultory fashion at this attempt to find a silver lining.

“Alright. We’ve already broken the 12 inch barrier” Michael said while once again slowly stroking himself. There was so much cum coating it that it was practically frictionless. “Now, I wanna describe the last part of my dream. But first.”

Michael reached into his bag and pulled out three pink bras (all A cups, these bitches were flat as a board and easy to nail) and matching garter belts.

“Put these on and get on your hands and knees facing that way.”

Each man did as they were directed. The bras were put on quickly. The garter belts took a bit of figuring out and once again it was Yuri (transphobic, anti-Drag-Show Yuri), who figured it out first and helped the others.

They got on their hands and knees. Asses out and panty-wrapped dicklets hard. Nikolai in the middle, Yuri to his right and Aleksei to his left. Michael got behind Nikolai. He could feel Michael’s erection resting in the cleft of his ass cheeks. He was somehow even harder than before. This was the final transgression. Looking to his left and right he could see his fellow priests were equally excited and frightened.

Michael reached into his bag for a different bag of party powder. This one similar to the previous stuff, a more potent mix of a stimulant, a hypnotic, a euphoric, a relaxant but with one extra ingredient, an anorgasmic of his own creation. Guaranteed to keep these sluts from busting again unless Michael really put it to them. The perfect tool to irrevocably break even the strongest of men.

He poured some on his hand and reached around to put it under Nikolai’s nose. He snorted and visibly shuddered and then groaned as the effects hit him instantly. Aleksei and Yuri responded similarly.

“Now, by this point in the dream, I’ve got Nikki…” Michael slapped Nikolai’s ass hard and he moaned, “Yhivi…”, he dragged his nails down Yuri’s back eliciting a long sigh of pleasure, “and Lexi”, he grabbed Aleksei’s hair and pull back hard making him groan, “on their hands and knees presenting their tight pussies to me.”

All three men’s dicks twitched and dripped in response to Michael rechristening their assholes as pussies. They knew what was coming. It terrified them even as their dicks quivered in anticipation.

“Now, I wanted to tease them and toy with them until they begged to be fucked.”

“Oh, god!”, “Dear Lord!”, and “Lord have mercy!” in response to that.

“So I start toying with their pussies.”

Aleksei and Yuri each feel Michael’s lubed up middle finger slip into their asses and immediately begin working their bitch buttons.

“Fuck!”, “Oh, my fucking God!”, more using the Lord’s name in vain. Michael loved to hear it.

“I’m rubbing Yhivi’s and Lexi’s clits and they are squirming.”

Each man to the left and right of Nikolai fidgeted in frustrated pleasure. Nikolai began wiggling his ass in anticipation of similar treatment. Instead, he felt the monstrously huge head of Michael’s dick lightly press against his asshole, teasing it. And then something smaller and round and vibrating was slowly pushed into his ass until it rested snugly on his prostate.

“Please!” he cried.

“I thought I heard somewhere that patience was a virtue.”

Sobs of frustration wracked Father Nikolai’s body as Michael again began to tease his ass with his prick.

Michael responded to this by pulling his finger out of Yuri’s ass to smack Nikolai’s ass hard enough to make him yelp.

“Please, Michael!” he cried out again.

“Who the fuck told you you could use my name, faggot!”

“Please, Sir!”

“That’s better.”

The toying and fingering continued, respectfully.

“I don’t hear a lot of begging from my new bitches.”

Aleksei moaned “Please, master!”

Yuri sighed “We need it!”

Nikolai exclaimed “We want it so bad. Please!”

At this point, Michael was well on his way to rubbing a bitchgasm out of Yuri and Aleksei and teasing one out of Nikolai, their dicks no longer just dripping precum but very close to shooting. Long strands of pre-ejaculate connected the tips of their dicks to the floorboards beneath them.

Michael looked at the asses of the three priests, covered in lingerie, in total triumph. Even when he’d fucked (and fucked up) that virulently hateful anti-gay evangelical preacher so much that he’d eventually hanged himself in shame, cumming involuntarily from the asphyxiation as Michael casually looked on. Even THAT had not filled him with such a feeling of god-like power).

“Louder, whores.”

“Fuck me!”

“Fill me up!”

“Please stick it in!”

The toying and teasing and pathetic simpering continued for the next 20 minutes until Fathers Yuri, Nikolai, and Aleksei were no longer capable of speech or even coherent thought. Their moans ran together endlessly. Now was the time.

That last one from Nikolai was almost enough but he hadn’t spent all this time and effort for “almost.” He reached into his bag to pull out his tablet. He unlocked it and handed it to Nikolai.

“Prop this in front of you and open the video in the lower right.”

Nikolai saw the one he was talking about marked “UltimateAnalgasmComp.” His trembling finger double tapped it, sealing their doom.

Each priest had at one time or another in their youth looked at porn online and had come across cumshot compilations. And the more prominent male porn stars had compilations that might be 20 to 30 minutes long. Michael’s video was 1 hour and 15 minutes long.

And what a 75 minutes it turned out to be.

As Michael tirelessly and expertly worked their bitch buttons, Father Nikolai and his childhood best friends moaned and groaned and cried out and begged for release as they were treated to a spectacular preview of their immediate futures.

As they were debased by a master of the art, they saw teachers getting fucked on their desks, jocks pounded in their letterman jackets, professors getting ravaged in their tastefully appointed offices, former friends jacking his cock off with their tight assholes, new roommates being addicted to his manmeat, bosses banged in their offices, cops energetically bouncing on his pole, marines being savagely pistoned in their full dress uniforms, psychiatric counselors railed on their couches, Father Ethan impaled in his confessional booth, random strangers bitched out in locations ranging from judge’s chambers to the offices of mega churches, and a man and two young men (Michael’s father and older brothers) getting absolutely wrecked in their living room.

Every video had certain things in common. All the men were either groaning or squealing, their bodies sweating and their faces strained. All the men looked completely defeated. And within 10 to 15 seconds of the start of the clip they were all cumming like absolute bitches from having Michael’s dick buried in their asses.

Between Michael’s manipulations of their prostates and the endless barrage of the sights and sounds of the over 200 straight men that Michael had irrevocably broken and enslaved, Fathers Nikolai, Mykel and Yuri had absolutely lost their minds.

Now was the time for the ultimate sacrilege.

Michael ceased all his toying and teasing as the video ended. He even pulled the vibrating egg out of Nikolai’s ass. Unconsciously, each man started wriggling their asses at him, tacitly begging to be filled up again, with something, anything!

“I’ll keep going but only if you admit that I’m your new god.”

Nikolai stopped wriggling. This was the gravest sin. “You shalt have no other gods before me.” The First Commandment of God’s first holy covenant with his people.

He had to resist the temptation to experience more pleasure. Four orgasms was enough, right?

Michael placed the head of his cum-covered cock at Nikolai’s asshole and started gently rubbing Aleksei’s and Yuri’s.

“I know you want these pussies stuffed. And I know the past two hours has given you more pleasure and satisfaction than all the years you’ve served your old god.”

He thrust forward, opening Nikolai’s anus a bit and slipped the tip of his middle fingers into Yuri and Aleksei.

Each almost-broken man mewled in heat and tried to back their asses onto Michael’s appendages.

Nikolai looked to his left and right for some sort of spiritual support.

 But all he saw were Yhivi and Lexi, two cum-hungry bimbos, with their eyes rolled into the back of their heads in perpetual ecstasy. He recalled that certain saints had been known to enter ecstatic states for prolonged periods but surely not like this.

He thought of Jesus Christ being tempted by Satan. The evil one had offered dominion over the whole world to the Lord and He had been able to resist. How could tawdry sexual pleasure be a greater lure than the sum of all earthly power?

He could do this. Hold on to the last scrap of dignity left to him. Some day he might find some way to redeem himself and be worth of the holy responsibilities that had been vested in…

Michael thrust forward and the very tip of his dick opened Nikki’s ass.

“You’re…my new god.”

“Bahahahahahahahahahahaha. What was that?”

“You’re my new god.”

“I’m sorry. Louder!”

“YOU ARE MY GOD! Please just fuck me already!”

“That’s better” Michael said as he began thrusting his dickhead into Father Nikolai’s willing ass.

“Yessssssssssssss!”

Aleksei and Yhivi came to their senses enough to betray everything they once held dear.

“Yes, my new god, too, Daddy! Fuck me next!”

“No, I’ll worship you better, Lord. I’ll work that that dick, I swear! Pleaaaaaaaase!!!!!!”

“Bahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Alright, faggots. If you insist.”

Michael continued pushing into his sexy little Nikki’s ass.

“Uhhhhnnnn. Fuck! You’re soooooo big.”

“Well, no shit, Sherlock. You don’t think you can break three straight priests down and addict them to the joys of sucking and fucking in one afternoon with an average dick, do you?” Michael laughed and slipped the head of his cock into Father Nikolai’s ass. Michael kept pushing slowly, at first. Faster as Nikolai’s ass adjusted to his girth. All the while, he kept fingering his other two bitches.

“Fuck me next, Daddy”

“NO, ME!!!”

“Bahahahahahahaha. Patience, cumsluts. You’ll have your turns. Several turns, in fact.”

He was halfway in Nikolai’s ass, dragging the underside of his shaft across his prostate when he suddenly stopped. Nikolai tried wriggling his ass to keep the pleasure going.

Michael chose then to finally milk loads out of Fathers Aleksei and Yuri. Their bodies convulsed as they splattered the floorboards beneath them. Michael methodically worked every drop out of their balls before he pulled them back hard by the fingers in their asses until their heads were directly over the loads they’d just finished shooting.

“Clean up your messes, sluts.”

 They sighed in resignation realizing that they would be spared no humiliation. They lowered their heads and began lapping up their own gooey jism.

Michael had begun thrusting in and out of Father Nikolai’s ass again and he was loving it. No sooner had his ass been invaded then he was working it back onto Michael’s hog. It hurt but he loved it. Soon Michael was buried up to the hilt.

“Here’s a genuine miracle for you sissy sluts. How can my fat cock fit in Nikki’s tight virgin pussy without killing him? We gotta get the Vatican in to check this out.”

Aleksei and Yuri looked up from licking the last vestiges of their cum from the floor to see their friend with Michael’s cock filling him up and their asses clenched on his fingers in anticipation.

“I gotta say, ladies, I thought it was gonna take a lot more work to turn you three out. But you were actually a lot easier than most.” Michael ground his dick in, mashing his pubes on Nikolai’s cheeks while he skillfully overmilked Aleksei and Yuri’s bitch buttons.

“Oh, God!” Nikolai sobbed.

Aleksei added “Fuuuuuuuck!”

And Yuri moaned “Oh, my fucking god!”

“Ah, the prayers of willing supplicants. I think it’s about time for the sacrament of anal creampie. What do you think, cocksleeves?”

A chorus of “Please!”s and “Yessss!”s and “He’ll love it!” from one bitch struggling to handle the experience and two others eager for it..

“Now, you’re all new to my church”, Michael picking up speed with only 6 inches in and out of Nikolai, “but your training as altar girls starts now.”

He pulled down on the asses of the two men he was soon to be fucking and then pulled out, putting them in a kneeling position.

 “Yhivi, you’re gonna help jack me off into your friend’s ass”

A moment’s hesitation from Yuri and Michael’s hand flashed out backhanding his so hard he fell back and lost consciousness. (he wasn’t the first man Michael had brutalized in such a fashion and he wouldn’t be the last. If he had a nickel for every victim who’d regained his wits to find his face being fucked or their asshole being used as a fleshlight, he’d have a few bucks, at least).

“Lexi.”

“Yes, sir”, Aleksei timidly replied.

“Start stroking Nikki’s clit.”

No hesitation. Aleksei reached out and started stroking his former friend and fellow holy man.

Yuri, struggling to get back to his knees as consciousness returned to him, reached for the half of Michael’s cock that was available and started to pump it.

“Isn’t this way better than mass or confession or all the other stuff you dedicated you’re whole fucking lives to?”

Eagers yes’s from Yuri and Aleksei. Wordless moans from the sexually overloaded Nikolai.

Nikolai finally managed to speak before he was fucked into oblivion “I’m….gon…..na….cum”

That was Michael’s cue. He let go, firing shot after shot of semen directly onto Nikolai prostate triggering his own mind-melting orgasm which was somehow more powerful than the ones that had preceded it. (it had better be. he’d sold his soul for it).

As Michael flooded his ass, Nikola was overwhelmed, cumming wildly on the floor beneath before his arms gave out and he fell face first into his own spunk. Michael’s camera caught all of Nikolai’s new baptism into the Church of the Human Spermbank.

“Okay, who’s next.”

Three hours later, Michael stepped out of the sauna feeling like a million bucks. He left Yuri, Nikolai, and Aleksei in the sauna, fucked half to death, copious amounts of Michael’s cum covering their bodies and leaking from their overused gaping holes.

All-in-all, it had been a pretty fun Saturday but what he was really looking forward to was when he got to perform his own communion services at Yuri’s church.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Aleksei finished pressing hard on the underside of Michael’s cock to get every last bit of delicious, delicious precum he could before Michael pulled out and slapped his face with it a couple times.

“What’s next on the desecration checklist? Oh, I know.”

He reached into his backpack and pulled out the familiar set of panties, bras and garter belts, the bright red lipstick that Michael said was perfect for sissy blowjobs, but also a set of three wigs matching the hair colors of the four priests he’d enslaved. They scrambled to put it all on, knowing the penalty for not obeying fast enough (Yuri’s split lip was barely healed up from the previous Saturday).

Once they were sufficiently dolled up, Michael gripped Nikolai’s real hair through the wig and dragged him squealing towards the church’s altar.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fuck!” he screamed before he was thrown onto the alter with his face towards the crucifix and his ass to the pews.

“Lexi, go grab the chalice.”

Aleksei hopped to and retrieved it from the narthex.

“I know what you’re thinking. And, no, I’m not gonna cum in the chalice…. You are.”

Nikolai shouldn’t have been surprised by Michael’s cruelty and deviousness by this point (after only a week. oh god, how much worse was this going to get?).

Before he had a second to accept this new stage of his completely fucked up life, Michael lined up his monstrously huge dick and started pushing into Nikolai’s tight asshole. He looked down so he wouldn’t have to see his former savior on the giant crucifix which was the central figure in the entire church while he was fucked like a bitch.

No sooner had he done this then Michael once again grabbed his hair through the jet black wig and pulled his face up until he had no choice but to stare at the crucified Jesus. Tears streamed down his face as Michael pounded his pussy and stimulated his prostate. Michael, ever a master of improvisation, ordered Aleksei to go collect some of those tears in the chalice so that, 30 minutes later, as he was getting absolutely railed and he came like the little cum-hungry faggot he’d been turned into the chalice was partially filled by a combination of despair and perversion.

Over the course of the night, Michael slowly but steadily filled that cup with the tears and semen of the priests of his new faith before feeding it all back to them. They guzzled it up like men who had been dying of thirst. It was his new peak achievement in forcing submission on every kind of straight man you could imagine. He was already thinking of who else he could victimize to reach new heights of sexual depravity. Life was good and it just kept getting better.

The sobs and moans of four former men filled the church as Michael began to laugh in delight.