Straight Priests Enslaved - Sex Stories

Straight Priests Enslaved

... 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 ...