A gay story: In the Service to Father Micheal Ch. 01
Warning! This is a fictional story of Domination and slavery. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. This story may include topics that may be offensive to some, especially in relation to organized religion and non-consensual slavery. Note, even though this author identifies itself as a slave, this slave doesn’t condone non-consensual domination or slavery. Remember this is just a fantasy and does not represent real life.
Chapter 1 – New Home
As an 18-year-old who has recently come to terms with my attraction to men, I have been struggling with feelings of guilt and fear. While my parents hold strong religious beliefs, I feel that it is time for me to explore my sexuality. But as I continue to have vivid and thrilling dreams, I also feel an underlying sense of dread. With no one else to confide in, I find myself seeking solace in the confessional, knowing that Father Jeffery, my favorite priest, will keep my secret safe. As the door between our booths slides open, I am filled with a sense of relief and desperation.
“Father, it has been one month since my last confession, but I have a burden on my heart that I can no longer bear alone. I am gay, Father, and I fear my parents’ reaction if they were to find out. My father has always preached that being gay is a sin, and I am afraid of what he would do if he were to discover the truth.”
With a gentle understanding, Father Jeffery encourages me to speak my truth, assuring me of the confidentiality of the confessional.
“Father, I am attracted to men, and I cannot deny it any longer. It is in my dreams that I find the most solace, but also the most turmoil. I dream of kneeling naked at a man’s feet, serving and obeying him without question. It is a feeling of submission and complete surrender that I cannot explain. It is as though the man in my dreams controls me, and I cannot resist his commands. It is similar to the way I feel towards God, but also different in a way that I cannot comprehend. Father, can you help me understand these feelings?”
In response, Father Jeffery offers words of comfort and reassurance, understanding the complexity of my emotions and promising to pray for guidance and understanding.
“My child, I understand your confusion and turmoil, and I commend you for having the courage to speak your truth. Know that God loves you unconditionally, and it is not a sin to have these feelings. We are all created in His image, and it is up to us to find love and acceptance in our hearts. Know that I am here for you, and will support you in any way I can. Let us pray together, and may God guide you on your journey towards self-discovery and acceptance.”
“Yes, my child. We have a special program for boys like you. Boys who need to serve and obey. My child, you are very special and need special training to fulfill your purpose.”
“But if my dad finds out, I fear what he will do to me.”
“Don’t worry about your dad, my child. We will tell him we are sending you to conversion therapy. Yet, in reality, we are sending you to a place where you can be who you are meant to be. Those dreams you have will come true. After your special training, you will finally find your true purpose to serve God, the church, and men.”
“Thank you so much, Father!”
“You’re very welcome, my child. Thank you for being honest and confessing this to me. Don’t worry, the church takes good care of our special children.”
The next day my Dad informed me I’m going to conversion therapy. He says it will fix me and get rid of my sins.
I know better and smile to myself. I am excited to be able to make my dreams come true. A few hours later, my Dad takes me back to the church and hands me off to Father Jeffery. My Dad and mom leave without a hug or anything. They just tell Father Jeffery to fix me. Father Jeffery replies that I will be a new man afterward.
After my parents leave, Father Jeffrey introduces me to Father Micheal. Father Micheal shakes my hand and tells me to follow him. We leave the church and enter a van. We pick up more boys from different churches along the long drive who knows where. I look around and see all the boys are about my age, 18 or so. They are all very cute boys. Some are muscular and some are slim. But all are like me looking down, seemly weak in Father Micheal’s presents. I can feel a power and authority radiating from Father Micheal. I swear all the boys feel it too. When Father Micheal tells us to buckle up and no talking between us, we all say “Yes Father” automatically. I feel like I am 10 years old again.
We drove on a two-track dirt road through woods for a long time until we stop. Finally, we reach our destination wherever this is. All the boys glance up and see a tall steel wall in front of us. It stretches as far as I can see in both directions. A large steel door opens and Father Micheal drives us in then the steel door closes behind us. We are all very nervous wondering what this place is.
When the bus stops just inside the gate, Father Micheal stands up in front of the bus. He addresses us as the sliding door of the van opens. To our surprise, a naked boy a little older than us is standing there.
Father Micheal says in an authoritative voice “Get up and leave the van.”
We all get out and stand next to the van, staring at the naked boy in front of us.
Father Micheal gets out and stands next to the boy. Father says “Hand me your wallets, phones, watches, and other jewelry.”
He walks up to each of us and stares down at us, holding out his hand. We nervously hand over our wallets, phones, smartwatches, and necklaces. I wonder why he wants our personal things.
Yet, before I can think about it more, Father Micheal orders, “Remove all your clothes NOW!”
We look at each other now very nervously. We hesitate not wanting to be the first to remove our clothes. I find it exciting and scary at the same time. My dick is growing and I do not want to strip so the other boys and especially Father Micheal can see my hard-on.
“NOW, BOYS! YOU ARE HERE TO LEARN TO OBEY. YOUR FIRST STEP IS TO STRIP HERE AND NOW!”
We all jump and start removing all our clothes.
Once the last boy has removed his clothes, Father orders, “Now throw those useless clothes in the recycle bins lined up against the wall.”
After hearing the dominant and scary tone from Father Micheal, we all rush to throw our clothes away.
The naked boy who was waiting for us outside the van then pulls out our suitcases. He opens each one and dumps the contents on the ground. I feel a little offended by the boy going through my personal belongings.
I yell out, “What are you doing?”
Father walks up to me and backhands me across the face. I am shocked that he actually hit me! Then the dream flashes in my mind of the man while I am kneeling and being slapped across the face several times.
At that moment, I fall to my knees in front of Father Micheal.
He hits me again, with a determined face, “Boys, never talk without permission. Boys, never yell or complain. Am I clear, boy?”