BoyGod slapped me awake.
"Clean God!"
I looked at the hard encrusted cum from hours ago, and without thinking, grimaced and blurted out, "Please, no." BoyGod instantly slapped my face again, this time so hard i actually saw stars. He then said only, "Look at My body." i visually scanned Him as ordered. my mouth fell open. my resistance vanished. i actually wept at His perfection. i dried my eyes with the back of my hand, moved my mouth to His amazing cock, meticulously dislodged and swallowed every morsel of encrusted cum, and then thanked Him from the depths of my soul. This is what i was born to do. BoyGod is my life now. Next time, i swear i will do everything i can to have my mouth around His magnificent cock as it pulsates and feeds me every drop, so there is no precious baby batter left to dry ever again. i often wish He could impregnate me.
Immediately after i cleaned Him off, His saliva-soaked cock was primed and ready for His morning stranglefuck. He swinged my legs over His shoulders and entered me all-in as He placed His hands around my neck and squeezed. He looked into my eyes and soul as He saw my air escape, and panic and lust overtake me. He fucked me with abandon, and controlled me at both ends. It was unspoken yet understood with total clarity by both of us: He would decide to end me or let me live on; in either case, He would get off; and that is all that matters. No drug can compare to being long-dicked by BoyGod as He strangles me with His bare hands. This is one of the ways He reinforces His ownership of me and my worship of Him. His facial expressions reveal the pleasure He gets from seeing my face turn red and then blue, and, so far, BoyGod has decided to let me live on to continue to worship and serve Him, and for that, i remain grateful beyond words.
He allows me to suckle His cock when He is asleep, and sometimes He will awaken with me sucking for dear life. It is during such intense sessions that His penis is my universe; it is all that matters to me. i worship it not like you read in sex stories, and more completely than the way some people worship God, because nothing else matters to me at all.
Other times, and i can't explain why, i crave His balls in my mouth, and i "ask" Him by repeatedly patting my mouth with my hand. He will sometimes gift me this so i can lustfully lick and roll them around in my mouth as He jacks off above my forehead -- only until He says the word "Open!", and instantly swaps out His luscious silken ball sac for His perfect cock in my mouth, so i can feel Him pulsate and shoot again and again and again inside my mouth, exactly where He belongs. His cum belongs inside me. i exist to receive Him.
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Stories: The Hierarchy (filed in Authoritarian) The Mantra (filed in Urination, etc.) Secretly 'Til Now (filed in Authoritarian) Even More Proof of Idiocy (submitted, not filed) BoyGod (submitted for Authoritarian, not filed)
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