Straight Priests Enslaved - Sex Stories

Straight Priests Enslaved

... 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 ...