A gay story: In the Service to Father Micheal Ch. 02 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.
In the Service of Father Micheal
Chapter 2 – New Life
I kneel naked on the ground with only a white steel collar around my neck and a chastity device caging my dick and balls. I am wet with piss from just being pissed on by a father of the church who I only met a few hours ago. It is impossible to escape this place, especially with the electrified collar around my neck! I have learned that I am essentially a slave to the church and Father Micheal. Father Micheal calls us “Alter boys” but we all know what we really are. I have known for many years now that I need to serve men. Every night, for as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of this happening to me. Except I didn’t dream I would be a servant of the church or a slave to a Father of the cloth. No, I could have never dreamed of being enslaved like this! But here I am. In the middle of nowhere. No one is ever going to look for me, NOW! In the service of the church, I’m ordered to serve a community of naked gay and bisexual men! Then it dawns on me everyone will be naked. I wonder how many men live here? How many boys are like me, enslaved to Father Micheal? What will I be doing for those men? My dick tries to get hard in its cage. It gets painful and I moan a little. As my dick tries to grow more I feel more pain, especially at the very head of my dick!
Then I hear Father Micheal speak again, “Ah boys, I see the prospect of your new life makes you ‘happy’! You see boys at the end of the tube caging your dick are small spikes. The harder your worthless dicks get, the more painful it will be for you. The cage will train you to focus on serving the church and me instead of your own desires. Those desires are far less important than your service to the church and me.”
Father is right! The pain gets too much and my dick shrinks just enough for the pain to become bearable. I am still so horny but there is nothing I can do to relieve it.
“Now boys let’s get you to your new home and start your new life. Boys get up!”
All the boys rise to their feet.
“Go back to the van and get inside, NOW!”
We rush back to the van hearing Father Micheal raise his voice. The door is still open and we rush inside. The older boy who cages us gets in with us and closes the door. Father Micheal gets in the driver’s seat. Before we take off, Father Micheal turns to look at us.
“Boys no speaking. This is a time to take in your new home and view what your new life will become!”
Father smiles at us then turns around and starts driving. We go through another set of trees but then not too long we are in a busy community. Father Micheal is right everyone is naked. Some are shopping, men are holding hands and kissing openly. I have dreamed of being able to hold hands and kiss another boy in public. Yet I was so scared of my parents that it felt impossible. Now I see open affection in public for all to see. I smile at a couple of men holding each other and kissing on a public bench. It looks just like another other normal life straight people have enjoyed for years! I see others walking their dogs. Then I look closer. That is like no dog I have ever seen. OH SHIT! It’s a boy dressed up like a dog. OMG! Then I notice other boys like us, with collars and cages on. Some are following happy men with hands full of shopping bags. Others are sweeping the sidewalk in front of storefronts. Then to my surprise, I see a boy on a bike with two men in a bench seat attached to the back of the bike. It is like the ones you see on TV in foreign movies. The boy is peddling hard as the men hold each other affectionately in the back of him. As we move more into the town I see more of these boys on bikes carrying the men around the community. Now I notice we are in the only motorized vehicle around. All other vehicles are slave boy powered!
Then see a larger vehicle that is carrying goods. It is like a flatbed wagon that horses use to pull goods around in old times. Except this one is pulled by boys collared and caged like us. They are much bigger and stronger than us! The boys’ legs and arms are massive. I see muscles in their legs popping out as they pull the heavy wagon. It is like watching two bodybuilders pulling the wagon. The wagon is full of produce which I assume going to town to be sold at a farmer’s market. It then dawns on me. The boys are in place of horses. They even have a bit in their mouths with two reins attached to the bits directing where they need to go. On the wagon is another boy like me holding the reins. Then I wonder if this is a self-sustaining community. If so then not many would be coming and going through the gate in the perimeter wall around the community.
When we leave the town center we enter a suburban area with houses and yards. These houses are huge! If I would guess in a normal suburban area these would be upper-class homes, one million or more. I see more boys like us working in the yards of the houses. They are mowing the lawn, trimming bushes, cleaning windows, etc. They are all collared and caged. Sweat is running down their bodies as they work hard for the owners of each of the houses. Then it occurred to me that I might be one of those boys working away as slave labor. I moan as my dick grows and presses against the sharp pins in its cage. Am I really, getting hard, watching boys being used as slave labor?
Next, we enter farmland. In the distance, I see more naked boys working in the fields. There must be hundreds of boys enslaved in the community. The fieldwork looks even harder than suburban labor. The boys are all darkly tanned like they have been out there for a long time. I see no big harvesting equipment like in modern times. It reminds me of the older plantations slaves but these are all white boys from small towns. I wonder if they are all gay boys like us.
We now head back toward town. The tallest building in the downtown is the church and that is where I assume we are heading now. Then I hear Father Micheal on the intercom of the bus.
“Boys hope you enjoyed the tour of our little community. As you might suspect, this is a self-sustaining community. We make everything we need here.” I think ‘Yeah with uses of slave boy labor.’
“We are very proud of what we have built here. And you boys will help keep the community running smoothly. Without you boys, this community couldn’t sustain itself. So, boys you are the heart of what makes our community so great! Nothing will make me prouder than seeing my boys do what you are meant for. Work hard and obey, and everyone will be that much better off.”
I think wow we are the heart of the community. This community wouldn’t survive without us! I have always dreamed of serving someone better than myself. Now I can serve this whole community. I have never been afraid of hard work. I always felt satisfied when I was mowing the lawns or shoveling driveways in my neighborhood. It wasn’t just about the money. When I got praise from the men who paid me for the hard work I did, it made me feel good.
Soon we are back in town and pulling up to the front of the church. We are all ordered to get out. When we leave the van, we were once again shocked. In front of the church is a boy crucified on a cross! We stare up at the boy. His is spread out and tied to the cross by his wrist and his feet are tied together. The boy has to balance on a little ledge with his leg bent. Father Micheal walks up behind us and we jump when we hear him speak.
“Ah, boy 253 looks so good up there. Alter boy 253 is doing his time on the cross as all boys must do. It reminds everyone in the community that Jesus died for our sins. Of course, boy 253 will be taken down tomorrow morning. I assure you, the crucified boys will never hang there long enough to suffocate. Boys like 253 are too valuable to be put down like that. Boys, you too be doing your time on the cross. Every boy must! Every day a new boy is crucified to remind the community of Jesus’s sacrifice.”
All our mouths drop open looking up at the boy hanging from the cross in front of the church. He even has a crown of thorns on his head. I moan as my dick grows in its prison and the pins press on the head of my dick.
Father Micheal looks at me with a smile.
“I see some of you enjoy the idea of being the boy crucified.”
Father Micheal leans over and whispers in my ear.
“Boy, do you want to be next?”
I only moan more in response.
Father Micheal laughs.
“Don’t worry you will get your chance to be displayed for all to see, showing your devotion to the church and especially me!”
Oh God, my dick wouldn’t go down now! Why do I like the idea of being crucified? What is wrong with me?
“OK boys let’s show you your new home. Come follow me.”
Father Micheal leads us into the chapel. It is a large chapel with benches on either side of a center aisle. We all do the blessing cross with water across our bare chest as we enter. It feels strange walking into a church naked or mostly naked except for our collars and chastity devices. It is a beautiful church. It seems older than any other of the buildings around.
“Boys this is the original church for the first people who settled this land. It was abandoned for years until our little community acquired the land and started giving life to a once-dead community. Boys just like you helped restore this church to its former glory and more.
I laugh to myself, it was restored with slave boy labor. Slave boys like me gave this church new life. Now it is my new home.
We walk up to a podium. The older boy who met us at the gate quickly kneels just inside the raised podium. Father Micheal up walks to the podium and addresses us. We hear sucking sounds and I figure the boy is sucking Father. I wonder if he has a boy do this for each service. This is one strange church and community. Yet, I cannot help imagining myself as the boy sucking Father while he gives his service each Sunday.
“Boys, kneel on the step in front of me”
Father motions for us to kneel. We all kneel and look up at Father. Only a few feet away we hear sucking sounds making me moan as my dick still tries to get hard in its cage. The pain on the head of my dick is now constant.
“Boys, you now belong to the church and me. You obey anyone in the community without question. Do I make myself clear?”
We all yell out, “YES FATHER.”
“Good boys.”
A rush of pleasure flows into me when Father praises us. I cannot help but moan again.
“Boys, if you do not obey then you will be punished. You don’t want to make me angry do you, boys?”
We all yell out, “NO FATHER!”
Fear rushes into me now causing my dick to try to get even harder. OH DAM! Why won’t my dick go down?
“Each morning all boys are assigned duty assignments to serve the community. There are touch screens throughout the community showing the boy’s work assignments. Each boy is assigned a number. For example, the boy being crucified at the moment is boy 253. On the screens, only your number will be displayed. Look up your assigned duty on one of the screens then go to your assigned duty shown. After finishing an assigned duty go to the next one. Is everything clear so far?”
We all yell out, “YES FATHER!”
“Good boys!”
Another rush of pleasure surges into my dick and then throughout my body. Father Micheal smiles at us as I hear other boys moaning too.
“All the boys will be rotated between most of the duty assignments. At times boys may be pulled away from their duty to give personal attention to the men of the community. Similar to the boy kneeling in front of me now. Boys cannot refuse an order from any man in the community. All are superior to you! All men of the community know that your services are first come, first serve. Once you have provided your services to the men, go back to your assigned duty. Each man has full access to any part of your body. You will give yourself to the men completely without any resistance or hesitation. Remember boys you are now the property of the church and this community. This is what you are meant to be. The dreams each of you had in serving men put you on the righteous path of servitude. Boys, is this clear?”
I raised my hand. Father points at me.
“Yes, Boy.”
“Ah, does it like mean we are… Ah, I mean are we like your slaves?”
I am not sure why I asked but I know each boy was thinking the same thing.
“Yes boy, but we don’t use that term here. You will be referred to as ‘alter boy’, ‘boy’ or just your assigned number instead of the term slave which has been referred to by some as something bad. However, in your case, it is far from something bad. In fact, it is something very good for you boys. The church has been watching you for a long time. We have seen how submissive you have been to everyone you meet. It is not just your strict upbringing. That strict upbringing has helped you see who you are meant to be. When each of you confessed about serving men in your dreams it was a clear sign you are ready to come here and fulfill your true purpose to become the property of the church or as you say, slaves. Does this answer your question, boy?”
“Yes, Father. May I ask another question?”
“Yes, boy.”
“Why did you wait so long to take me away from my parents? They never loved me.”
“Boy, we had to make sure you were ready. We had to wait until you turn 18 and your parents consented to send you away. If we took you before your 18th birthday and without your parent’s permission then they would come looking for you. We cannot have that. No, we had to wait until you were 18, ready to admit you’re gay and need to serve men. Only then could we take you from your parents so you can serve men as you were always meant to. You have been having those dreams for years haven’t you?”
“Yes, Father.”
“You all have, haven’t you?”
All the boys say softly, “Yes, Father.”
“I didn’t hear you!”
We all yell, “YES FATHER!”
“Of course you have. It’s your destiny ever since you were born. Boys like you are born to serve men!”
“Now tell me you want to serve men.”
We all yell out, “YES FATHER, I WANT TO SERVE MEN!”
“Tell me you need to serve men”
“FATHER, I NEED TO SERVE MEN!”
“Tell me you need to be here and serve the church.”
“FATHER, I NEED TO BE HERE AND SERVE THE CHURCH!”
“Tell me you need to serve me.”
“FATHER, I NEED TO SERVE YOU!”
“Tell me you give yourself to the church.”
“FATHER, I GIVE MYSELF TO THE CHURCH!”
“Tell me you are now the property of the church.”
“FATHER, I AM THE PROPERTY OF THE CHURCH.”
“Tell me you are A SLAVE!”
“FATHER, I AM A SLAVE!”
“Good boys, This will be the last time we will use that word. However, that is what you are now whether or not we use that exact word. You have just admitted to yourself and me that you’re owned property. The collar around your neck and the chastity device will be a constant reminder of what and who you are.”
I raised my hand again.
“Yes, boy.”
“Will we ever be freed?”
“No boy. This is what you are now. Deep down you know this. Even if we release you from your collar, you will always be a slave deep in your heart. You were born to be a slave. Nothing can change that. You are the lucky ones. Many boys never know what they are meant to be. They live in constant fear, never admitting to themselves what they are meant for. Boys, be proud of who and what you are. Be proud that you are a boy that serves men!”
At that moment another boy enters the chapel holding a stack of documents. The boy places a set of documents in front of each boy.
“Boys, read and sign each document. The documents are to ensure your safety hear in the community.”
I pick them up and start reading. There are documents for “Service Contract”, “Power of Attorney”, “Medical Power of Attorney/Advance Directive”, “Medical Insurance” and other documents. I am not sure what they all mean but I assume it will give the church more power over me. Yet, I just admitted that I am now a slave and property of the church. So, what real choice do I have? It is not like I can get up and leave. Having Medical Insurance and someone looking after my medical needs seems like a safe path forward. So, I stopped reading and sign the documents. All the boys do.
The boy that placed them in front of us, took them and left.
“Good boys, those documents basically made you, as much as legally possible, the property of the Church. You just gave all your legal rights over to the church. The Church can speak for you on both financial and medical needs. Plus, the “Service Contract” is a binding contract of employment to the Church. If god for bid, you try to escape, then the contract would make you liable for what is left on the contract which as of today is 20 years. So, if you did try to escape today we would take you to court for what is left of your contract. The contract also states the Church can modify the contract at any time without your approval. Each year we will automatically extend the contract so you will never be able to reduce the liability. Boys you have just signed the rest of your life over to the Church. Now there is nothing you can ever do to change that.”
I am no lawyer but it sounds like the church found a way to legally enslave us! We all lower our heads in defeat. We know that the church has covered all their bases in case we for some reason wanted to be free. We also know Father Micheal is correct. We have all dreamed of serving men. I feel how submissive the boys are to Father Micheal. They are just like me!
“Good boys. I can now see you understand what your purpose is. Now, this boy will take you to your cells and then you will be fed. Follow and learn from him. He is assigned as your mentor and guide to your enlighted servitude to the church.”
An older boy comes in and he motions for us to follow him. As we pass the podium we see the other boy still sucking on Father’s hard cock. I look back one more time just as we leave the chapel. Father Micheal now grabs the boy’s head and face fucks him deeply, pushing his cock down the boy’s throat. I’m amazed that the boy can take the monster cock. I stop for a minute watching the boy get face fucked. An image flashes in my mind of me being the boy sucking off Father Micheal. I moan again as my dick pushes against the spikes in the cage. Father Micheal looks at me and smiles, licking his lips. This forces the pins deeper onto the head of my dick. Does Father Micheal want me to suck his cock right now?
Father Michael then says, “Go on boy, we will have plenty of time to get to know each other later.”
I have to shake my head to get back to my senses.
“Yes, Father.”
I run to catch up with the others.
The boy takes us down some stairs to the basement levels. There seem to be several levels under the church. We end up on level 4 or as the label on the door says ‘Cell Bock 4.”
There must be hundreds of doors on this level. We walk for a while then turn right and walk again for a while. How many doors are there? What is behind them I wonder? The older boy finally stops at a door and motions me forward. On the door is number 756.
The older boy presents his collar to a scanner next to the door. The door slides open and a light turns on automatically. Inside is a small room with just a cot, a shower head, a sink, and a toilet. No blankets or pillows. Everything is stainless steel.
“Boy, this is your cell. Also, your new designation number is now 756. Remember, all your daily assignments are on the screen mounted on the wall. Use your number to look up your duty. You will now only be referred to as 756. This is where you will sleep from now on. The light will go off when it is time for you to sleep and come on when it is time to wake. The shower will start automatically when it is time to take a shower. You can use the toilet at any time and it will automatically flush. The sink will turn on when you put your hands under it. Now walk in and turn around”
I walk into my new cell and turn around. I see the screen the boy was talking about.
The older boy continues, “Also, level 2 is the tunnels as we call it. The ‘Tunnels’ can lead you to the surface anywhere in the community. It is the most efficient way to get to your assigned duty. The screen in your cell will show you a map of where to go in the ‘Tunnels’ so you will be close to your duty assignments when you reach the surface. Throughout the ‘Tunnels’ are more screens. Each screen will show you a path where you need to go. Once you get to the surface there will be another screen just outside the elevator. There are many screens on the surface. Use those screens to show you where your duty assignment is located on the community map. So. 756 you can never get lost. There are many screens throughout the community if you make a wrong turn. However, do not be late for your assigned duty or you will be punished. Trust me you do not want to be punished.”
I see real fear in the boy’s eyes. It gives me a chill down my spine.
“The door to your cell will open when you need to run to your duty assignment. When I say run, I mean run. There is very little time to get your assigned duty. So, you will need to run fast to get there on time. You will be fed three times a day. Once in the morning here in your cell, a lunch, and once at the end of your day in your cell. Look behind you between the shower head and sink.”
I turn around and see a thing attached to the wall that looks like a cock.
“That is your feeder. When it’s time to be fed, you will kneel and take your feeder in your mouth then suck it. The deep and faster you suck, the more food you will be given. The food has a smoothie / grainy texture. There is no real flavor but it is filling and I am told it has all the nutrients we need to grow in order to serve the Men. Water and other fluids will come from the same feeder. The screen will also show you any scheduled personal time with Father Micheal. However, Father Micheal can call you at any time, day or night. Father Micheal likes to have personal time with each new boy. So, expect to be called upon soon. When you have a duty assignment or personal time with Father Micheal, you will be given a mild shock to remind you of your service. If you fall behind in reaching your duty assignments or personal time with Father Micheal then you will get additional shocks, increasing in strength the farther behind you are. So, it is in your best interests to know your schedule each day. Also, there are no optional duty assignments or personal time with Father Micheal. Now get some rest 756 before your first duty assignment.”
With that said, the door to my cell slides closed. I lay down on the cot. It only has a thin mattress and is not as comfortable as the bed in my room at home. The home that seems so far away. Is this home? Will it ever feel like home? Did my parent’s house feel like a true home? No, not really. It felt like a prison. Even more, than this cell does. I see the cot is mounted to the wall. So, I can’t even move it around to my liking. There is nothing in this cell that I can make my own. I feel cool air circulating in the cell. It gives me a chill. Or, is it that I am locked in a cell underground with a steel collar locked around my neck and my dick locked up never to be free again. Free! WOW, that word never really meant much to me before. Now it has more meaning than I could have ever imagined. I am never going to be free! I will never be able to run wild in the woods again, find a boyfriend, get married, have a job, have a life with someone I could love, or do anything a normal free boy would want. Yet, the only thing I would miss is the freedom to run wild in the woods. It was where I could be free from my demanding parents. Now, I am free of them. Yet, do I really want this new form of slavery? I remember agreeing with everything Father Micheal asked me about myself. I did dream of every night serving strong dominant MEN! Is this what I am meant to do with my life?
Still lost in thought hardly hearing a ding. Then another ding this time with a tingling feeling to my dick and balls. That breaks my train of thought and I look up. Filling the whole screen is the word “FEED” flashing. The flashing increases and so does the tingle in my dick and ball. I have not thought about eating until just now. The tingles in my dick and balls start to quickly turn to stings of pain. I jump out of bed on my knees. The stinging gets weaker now that I’m kneeling on the floor. So, I recover from the initial shock to my dick and balls. Then the stinging starts getting strong again. I moan in pain and remember the older boy who led me to this cell, telling me I will be shocked if I don’t do my duty quickly enough. Is the feeder a duty too? So, I try crawling to the feed tube shaped like a cock. The stinging pain in my dick and balls decreases. OH! GOD YES! What a relief. I crawl right up to the cock feeder and open my mouth. The pain is almost gone now. I push the cock into my mouth and the pain is completely gone. Now, I am so relieved. Then some smoothie / grainy substance starts coming out. Yet, is only a little bit. It has no real taste to it. My stomach starts to growl now! I haven’t eaten since this morning. The growling continues and I realize I am hungry. Except nothing is coming out of this dam feeder. Then I remember the older boy said I need to suck it to get more food to come out. So, for the first time in my life, I am sucking a cock. It is not a real cock but it does look like one. As I suck a little some food does start coming out. Not a lot but it is something at least. I want more now! So, I suck faster and deeper. Now a small steady stream is coming out. The deeper I suck the faster the stream is. I push hard and the cock feeder enters my throat. Now I am getting fed faster. I suck deeper with each push on the feeder. Soon I’m all the way down to the base of the feeder. The food is now pushing directly into my stomach. I’m so hungry that hold the feeder deep in my throat. I have dreamed of doing this for so long. I love how the cock fills my throat. I imagine it’s Father Micheal’s cock. My stomach growls again and I notice the stream of food slows down. I have to catch my breath so I pull off the feeder and take big breaths. Then I push it all the way down again. The cock starts feeding me again. I’m learning how to suck cock so that can eat! It’s not lost on me that the church is teaching me how to suck cock. I would have never thought in a million years this is how I would learn how to suck cock.
Another ding and the feeding stops. I look over at the screen. It is now flashing DESSERT. I look back at the cock feeder and some white creamy substance is leaking out of the feeder. I wonder what it is? So, I open my mouth again and lick the head. It is sweet with a gooey texture. It tastes familiar. Then it hits me. It is white, sweet, and gooey. It’s CUM! It is even warm. Warmer than my own cum. I eat my cum every time I jerked off. I wonder where they get the cum? I imagine it’s Father Micheal’s cum. So, I suck the feeder faster and deeper. In my mind, I am making Father Micheal cum and it makes me so happy! There is another ding and the cum stops.
I pull off the cock and look at the screen.
“HYDRATION!,” is now flashing.
Now by instinct, I push the feeder into my mouth again. This time it’s a liquid. It has a little watered-down bitter taste. I do not care too much because I am really thirsty now! So, I suck fast and deep drinking as much as I can. Toward the end, it gets more and more bitter. So take my mouth off the cock feed and a yellow liquid hits me strong in the face. It smells too. I cannot yet place the smell. It is so familiar. Then I get a flashback of Father Micheal pissing on us out at the gate. OH SHIT! ‘IT’S PISS’. I just drank piss! It must have started out as mostly water and then turned to piss. This is one twisted church! Yet, should I be surprised? After all, they enslave 18 year old boys. I hear another ding and look at the screen again.
“URINAL TRAINING!,” is now flashing on the screen.
I look back at the cock feeder. I don’t want to drink more piss! OH GOD! I think I might get sick. Then the stinging pain in my cock and balls start up again. This time it is stronger than before. I bend over in pain. It doesn’t stop but only gets stronger and stronger. I know I have to suck on the cock feeder once more. I raise my head and open my mouth. I then push the feeder all the way down my throat. The pain in my cock and balls instantly disappears. I’m so relieved. Then I feel piss being pushed through the cock feeder and directly into my stomach. At least I don’t have to taste it this time. Finally, the piss stops and there is another ding. I pull off the feeder and catch my breath.
I look back at the screen once more.
“CLEANING CYCLE!”
Next to me, the shower turns on automatically. Not wanting to get shocked again, I quickly stand up and walk under the shower head. But I quickly jump back when I feel freezing water hit me. The stinging to my dick and balls starts back up. I know I have no choice or my poor dick and balls will be tortured again. I step back under the shower and instantly shiver. Then soap bubbles run down my body and figured the water is mixed with soap. I start rubbing my body all over. Dam it feels good to be clean after being pissed on twice today. I continue to shiver as I am not used to the cold water. After quickly cleaning my body, the water turns clear. Another ding and I groan in frustration at that dam dinging sound. What NOW! I look back at the screen.
“HAIR REMOVAL PROCESS!”
“CLOSE EYES AND MOUTH NOW!
It flashes repeatedly. My eyes open wide at the implications. They are going to remove my hair. The stinging in my dick and balls start up again and know I have no choice. I close my eyes and mouth tightly. I smell of chemicals is in the air as the hair removal liquid runs down my body. Next, my whole body starts to burn. It gets more and more painful. This is really happening. All my hair is being removed. Even my head of hair, eyebrows, and nose hairs are being removed. Fuck! I even feel the pain in my dick and balls inside the cage! Then the pain stops and the smell goes away. I hear another ding but I am afraid to open my eyes. Hot water is now coming out of the shower head then it changes to cold water again. The water stops but then the stinging pain in my dick and balls returns. I know I have to open my eyes. So, I open them.
“PERMANENT HAIR REMOVAL PROCESS COMPLETED!”
I open my mouth in surprise! I look down and see no hairs are left on my body. All of it is gone! My white skin is all deep red from whatever chemical was used on me. The screen changes.
“ENEMA PROCESS!”
There is a picture on the screen showing sticking a tube in the asshole and then it says to squeeze tight. I look around and see a hose with a tube hanging from out of the wall next to the shower head. I pick it up and some water is coming out. I look back at the picture and then push the tube into my hole as the picture shows. The water automatically starts. Dirty water starts to push out onto my hand so I squeeze my hole tightly as the picture shows. I feel the water filling me up. It is the strangest feeling. I start to feel bloated. But the water keeps filling me! I start to get worried. When will the water stop? I fear more shocks if I try to remove the tube. Yet, the bloating feeling turns to pain. I groan in pain, thinking to myself ‘Please stop already!’ Just as I think this, the water stops. I am now bent over with the tube in my ass and want to remove it. But I fear more shocks if I try. The screen dings again.
“HOLD ASSHOLE TIGHT AND REMOVE TUBE!”
I do as ordered. I feel like I am being controlled by some computer or someone is watching me. Another ding and more instructions
“SIT ON THE TOILET, RELEASE AND THEN FLUSH!”
This command I don’t even hesitate to do. I rush quickly to the toilet and push the painful water out of my hole. I feel so relieved! I wonder why I have to give myself an enema? I am distracted from my thoughts by another ding from the dam screen.
“REINSERT TUBE IN ASSHOLE AND SQUEEZE!”
Fuck me! Not again. I pray that it will not be as long as the first time. I get up and grab the tube again. It is on a retractable mechanism in the wall. So, I pull more out of the wall so I can be closer to the toilet this time. The hose reached all the way to the toilet seat. I am pleased that I don’t have to rush to the toilet and it will be less time being tormented by this thing! As soon as I push the tube into my hole the water starts up again. I have to quickly squeeze to keep the water from coming out. At least I don’t get shocked again. The bloating feeling returns and then quickly the pain as well. Another ding.
“SIT ON THE TOILET, RELEASE, AND FLUSH!”
I pull out the tube and quickly sit pushing the water out. It looks a little clearer now. Again another ding.
“REINSERT TUBE IN ASSHOLE AND SQUEEZE!”
Fuck me how many times do I have to do this? Again I push the tube back into my hole and prepare for the bloating and pain. As expected I am not told to release until I am in pain again.
“SIT ON THE TOILET, RELEASE, AND FLUSH!”
I do this process one more time and now the water is clear.
“ENEMA PROCESS COMPLETED!”
“HOLE IS READY FOR USE!”
Use? OH SHIT! Does that mean I will be fucked soon? I have dreamed of being fuck so many times. Will it be Father Micheal? God! Please be Father Micheal! As I was thinking this the tube fly’s out of my hand and retracts back into the wall. I smell something and then see disinfectant being sprayed onto the tube protruding out from the wall. Well at least everything is clean around here, I laugh to myself. Even my body is clean including no hair to get dirty. I must look like a freak!
I jump in surprise when my cell slides door opens automatically. Standing just outside my cell is the same boy who led me to my slave cell. That is what I am calling it now. I know the church doesn’t like the term but that is what I am now. I am not a prisoner in a criminal prison cell. I am a slave in a cell. So, why not call it my slave cell. At least that is what I call it in my head.
The boy says from outside my slave cell, “Come follow me 756.”
That is all he says and walks out of view. I rush out of my slave cell, not wanting to be in it any longer than have to. I quickly follow the boy as he runs down the hall. I see hundreds of doors just like mine. I assume each one must have a slave boy assigned to it. How many unsuspecting boys has the church enslaved? I assume at least 756 which is my assigned number. Since I enter that van no one has used my real name except when I signed all those documents to legally enslave me. Now I am just 756.
I follow the boy to a staircase. He opens the door and we go up two levels. I remember the boy saying it is ‘The Tunnels’. When we open the door there are naked slave boys running through a circular rotunda of sorts. All around the outer edge of the circular room are hallways shooting off in all directions. Above each hallway is a label with ‘Concourse’ and a letter next to it. It’s reminds me of the one time I was in an airport. We take ‘Concourse M’. Along this concourse there are staircases and more hallways every so often. The hallways say M-1, M-2, etc. The staircases say M-S1, M-S2, etc. We continue down the concourse for about 2.5 miles running the whole way. We pass several boys along the way which I assume are running to their assigned duty. At the end of the concourse is the only elevator I have seen in these tunnels. When we stop hot water is sprayed down on us from above and falls to a drain on the floor. Then hot air is forced on us from all directions. My body is dry in an instant. Before I could say anything, the older boy says:
“Boys must be clean before seeing the Master. Master does not like sweaty boys in his suite”
My escort leans over so his collar is in front of a scanner. Moments later elevator doors open. I wonder who ‘Master’ is? The boy pushes a button called ‘FM’ and the doors close. We move quickly and the doors open to an expensive looking suite. It’s big with multiple rooms. The boy walks out of the elevator first and I follow. I do a quick scan of the room. There is a large couch and recliners in the center. A fireplace to the left and an open kitchen to the right. In the kitchen is a boy cooking. I assume for ‘The Master’ of this suite. Of course, like all boys, I have seen he is naked except for his white metal collar and steel chastity cage. Then I notice the view. There is a large view of the town center and suburban houses. I see the church in the center of the town. It looks like we are at the highest point in this community. The window wraps all the way around the living room and kitchen. My guess is the suite is a circle and most likely the highest point in the community.
My escort orders, “Kneel 756. Head down and hands behind back. Do not speak unless spoken to.”
I fall to my knees, clasp my hands behind me and lower my head. I feel so submissive in this position. Just like when I kneel at the gate and in the church. I hear the elevator doors open and close, assuming my escort is leaving. I hear the other boy cooking in the kitchen. Dam the food smells good. Much better than the tasteless mush I was just fed. I feel the warmth of the fireplace on my side. This suite is really nice! Even better than my parent’s house. The floors are hardwood and so is the ceiling. You can tell this place was designed for a rich masculine man.
I then hear bare footsteps walking into the room. In the corner of my eye see the cook set the table with silverware and a glass of water. He disappears from view and then comes back with a plate of food and a glass of wine. He disappears again and I hear pots and pans being moved in the kitchen. I assume he is cleaning up after making dinner for the Master of the house.
I hear other footsteps coming from the opposite direction. They are a little heavier than the cook but not much more. He walks past me from behind so I can’t see who he is. When he sits down I hear him say:
“Boy, 756 come here. Don’t get up, head down and crawl.”
The familiar voice of Father Micheal gives me relief but also makes me nervous at the same time. I quickly crawl to the Father’s side. When I’m in arm’s reach he rubs my head.
“Very nice. Love seeing hairless boys at my feet where they belong.”
I moan, feeling Father’s strong hand rubbing my head. He pulls my head close to his big muscular thighs. They are naked as is the rest of him. As is everyone in this community. While I hear Father eating, he continues to rub my head, causing me to moan and my dick to try to escape its prison. Yet, I know that will never happen now. The pins push into my dick causing it more pain. Yet, to my surprise, dread, and enjoyment it gets harder than ever before! Involuntary, I moan, feeling so content and happier than I ever have in my life. My mind starts to blank out and I relax, just enjoying Father’s touch. His hand is so big and strong on my head. I would love to stay right here for the rest of my life!
When Father Micheal is done with his main course, the cook takes his plate away only to replace it with another plate. I smell apple pie, my favorite dessert.
“Boy, it looks like you’re enjoying my touch.”
In a low voice, almost in a trance-like state, I respond automatically, “Yes Father it’s so… nice!”
“Does boy want to feel more of his Master’s touch?”
“Yes Sir please…”
That was the first time he used Master in reference to himself.
“In my suite boys will call me Master. Is that understood?”
Still in a half trance still I say, “Yes, Master.”
“Good boy!”
It feels wonderful to be a good boy for Father, no Master.
“Boys want to please their Master, right boy?”
“Yes Master, very much so.”
“Good boy!”
A warmth spread through me each time Master says ‘Good boy’.
“Then be a Good boy, crawl between my legs and kiss my cock.”
“Yes, Master!”
I crawl between Master’s powerful legs and look up at his huge cock just inches from my face. It is half hard, resting on the chair. I crawl closer and kiss the head. Some pre-cum is pressed to my lips. Instinctively, I lick my lips, tasting the sweetness on my lips.
“Good boy!”
Another rush of pleasure and I moan once more. Again, I kiss the head and lick more precum from my lips.
Master looks down at me “Open boy!”
I open my mouth wide.
“Lick!”
I lick the head tasting the precum on my tongue.
Still staring down at me, “Take the head in your mouth, boy!”
I lean forward and take the large head in my mouth.
“Suck!”
I suck and lick the head. I am rewarded with more precum and the sounds of Master moaning.
“That’s it, boy. Suck your Master’s cock. It has dreamed of this moment for all its life.”
It’s true. I have dreamed of serving a strong dominant man all my life. Now I am here on my knees sucking the head of the most dominating man I have ever met. I wanted this for so long. It has been in both my nightly dreams and my daydreams. I can’t believe it is finally happening!
I dive deeper down Master’s long thick cock. Again I am rewarded with more moans of pleasing my Master.
“Yes, Boy suck your, Master! It loves my cock, doesn’t it?
With a mouth full I cock I try to say, “Yes Master,” yet it comes out muffled.
Master grabs the back of my head and pushes hard. His cock pushes on the entrance of my throat causing me to gag. I try to pull back but I can’t. Master is holding me tight. I gag again but there is nothing I can do. Master keeps steady pressure until his cock forces its way into my throat. Then he releases me and I pull back to catch my breath.
“Good boy, we will do it again. OPEN!”
Again Master pushes his cock into my throat. It goes a little deeper this time.
“Wrap your lip around your teeth boy. I never want to feel your teeth on my cock.”
I do as Master orders.
“Good boy!”
Another rush of pleasure. Master pushes deeper each time he pushes his cock into my throat. It is much bigger than the cock feeder. Over the next few minutes, Master continue to train me to take his cock deeper and deeper. Soon I feel his pubic hair on my nose. Just before he is about to cum, Master pulls out of my mouth. I feel disappointed. Did I do something wrong?
Master pulls back his chair and grabs my collar with his right hand. Then he lifts me up off the ground. I see the cook grab all the dishes from the table quickly just before Master throughs me on the table with a hard thud. He grabs my leg lifts them up and places them on his shoulders.
Master stretches out his right hand and orders, “Lube!”
The cook comes over and squeezes lube into Master’s outstretched hand. The next thing I feel is his big wide fingers entering my hole. At first, he pushes one finger in my hole and starts to rub something incredible inside me! I involuntary moan feeling nothing like it in my entire life!
“Boy, push out like you are taking a dump.”
If I wasn’t so fucking horny I would have thought that his order would have been gross. However, with Master fingering me so nicely, I long to obey. So, I push out, just as Master pushes another finger into me. I feel my hole opening up easier now. Therefore, I push out even harder. Master sense this and pushes another finger into my hole making me moan like a slut. Now he has four huge fingers in me. Master keeps pushing his fingers deeper and deeper. He’s fucking me with his four fingers deeply past his knuckles. Pushing in and out and I love it!
I hear Master say, “LUBE, COCK!”
The boy kneels down in front of Master’s cock and squirts lube onto Master’s hard cock. He jerks Master’s cock, getting it nice and slick for my hole.
Master pulls his fingers out of my hole, ordering the other boy, “Line up my cock to his hole.”
The boy lines up Master’s cock and I take a big breath as his cock presses up against my hole. I cannot believe I am about to be fucked for the first time in my life!
“Boy, push out as hard as you can!”
I push out hard like I am going to take the biggest dump of my life. Master is now smiling at me starts to push. My hole starts opening up. The boy is still holding Master’s cock for him. Then it happens, my hole opens up just enough to get the head in. My eyes open wide, feeling how strange it’s to have a cock inside me. The cock is so hard and wide!
Master stares into my eyes, ordering, “Take a deep breath. My boy is doing good. Now push again, HARD!”
I push out at the same time Master pushes deeper into me. I feel so fucking full. Master starts to move in and out but he doesn’t take his cock out of me. My eyes grows even wider with each thrust that goes deeper and deeper. I have dreamed of this day but nothing could have prepared me for it! Then something new starts happening that amazes me even more. Each time Master pushes deeper, I feel a spark of pleasure hit me from the inside. This in turn causes my dick to tingle as it has never done before. I start moaning in time with each deep thrust into me.
“Good boy, enjoy my cock. Only a real man can give you this much pleasure! My cock is the source of all my boy’s pleasure.”
I moan out, “OH GOD! Yes Master. Please…. Master…. Fuck me… Harder….”
“Good boy. GOD is blessing boy through me, your Master.”
“OH! YES MASTER, THANK YOU, MASTER!”
“Good boy, Feel the power of GOD through my cock. You feel GOD’S power don’t you boy?”
“YES MASTER, I FEEL GODS POWER!”
My head is spinning in a cloud that feels so so good! In my mind, I see God’s power in Master’s cock
“Good boy, The deeper your Master enters its servant, the more of GOD’s Power it receives.”
“YES MASTER, PLEASE GO DEEPER MASTER. I FEEL GOD’S POWER GROWING MASTER!”
Master pushes even deeper into my hole. I truly feel God’s power enter me through Master’s cock.
“Good boy, GOD’S power gives its servant so much pleasure. Boy wants more of GOD’S Power, right boy?”
“YES MASTER, PLEASE FEED ME GOD’S POWER!”
I truly want Master to feed me his godly power. My mind is swimming in pleasure as Master fucks me hard, feeding me God’s power!
“Good boy, the more GOD’s Power enters its servant, the more the power controls boy.”
“YES MASTER, PLEASE GIVE ME GOD’S POWER, MASTER”
“Good boy, GOD’S power controls boy. Master gives boy God’s power. Boy needs to be controlled by the power from its Master”
“YES MASTER, I NEED MASTER’S POWER. I NEED TO BE CONTROLLED, MASTER.”
I moan wanting the power of Master. Needing to be controlled by Master. The world around me disappears. All I can think and feel is Master fucking me, giving his me power, the power that controls my pleasure and happiness. I have never felt so much happiness. It’s truly mind-blowing!
The pins of the cage press tight on the head of my cock, causing more pain mixed with pure pleasure. All of Master’s words feel so good and true. I want to hear more!
“Good boy, the power controls boy. Master is the source of GOD’s power. Master’s power controls boy”
“MASTER’S POWER CONTROLS ME!”
Yes, it is true, Master controls me. Owns me, I am his to control!
“Good boy, Master’s power is GOD’S power.”
“MASTER’S POWER IS GOD’S POWER!”
I feel a rush of godly power fill my mind and body as Master fucks me so deeply!
“Master will release its final power into his boy. Master will then control boy completely!”
“MASTER WILL CONTROL BOY COMPLETELY!”
In my mind, I know it’s true. Once Master releases his power, Master will control me completely
“Good boy, receive Master’s power. The power of GOD!”
Master pushes one last time deep into my hole and releases his power into me.
Master screams out, “YES BOY! FEEL MASTER’S POWER. MASTER HAS CONTROL NOW!”
I feel the power fill me up and know it’s the power of Master, the power of GOD! Then it hits me, Master is God and God is Master. I am a servant of Master who is God!
Master bends over, kisses me, and then pulls me in his arms. Still, with him deeply in me, Master lifts me up and carries me to his bed as he continues to fuck me with God’s cock!. He lays me down with his godly cock still deep in my hole. Master holds me tightly.
“Good boy! My boy loves its Master, its God. Boy will serve its Master because boy has the power of Master in it now. The power of Master controls boy completely and forever!
I whisper “Yes Master, Master is God. Master’s power controls me.”
My mind is completely hazed over as the Master’s words become my own. I now feel a deep connection to Master because of the power I received!