Straight Priests Enslaved - Sex Stories

Straight Priests Enslaved

... 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 ...