fantassdick-fantasies: HAVE FAITH “Father, please! My balls, they ache so badly- it’s ne
fantassdick-fantasies: HAVE FAITH “Father, please! My balls, they ache so badly- it’s never been this intense! I need to release the pressure or I will surely go mad! Please! I- I- I can’t take it any longer!!” With his hands trapped inside rubber-lined holes in the wall in front of him, and his big feet shoved through similarly restrictive apparatuses on the floor, Jonathon was fighting tooth and nail against his inner urges. The pornography that played on a television screen directly in front of his face was becoming so raunchy and so disgusting that his brain was split between overwhelming lust and suffocating guilt. Looking over his right bicep toward the priest- who sat and observed silently- he pleaded frantically with the other man to have mercy and free him. He could barely see in the darkness- the TV was the only source of light inside the room, illuminating just the general shape of the figure ten feet away. “You must be strong, Jonathon. Satan slithers through your loins and tempts you with perverse spectacles which you are incapable of understanding or averting your attention from. Your body has been taken prisoner by the devil, my boy, and it seems he has decided to use a man’s greatest weakness against you. I pity you, boy, but you must be strong and fight back with your mental integrity. You must resist the urge to reach for your own flesh, and tame your lascivious thoughts. That’s right, I can tell. The pornography is having a profound effect on your psyche, son, and you can’t deny or conceal that. I know for a fact that you are having unclean thoughts. Fight them, boy…” Large tears dripped off Jonathon’s chin as the stink of sex sweat rose from between his spread legs and filled his flaring nostrils. The young man didn’t recognize his own body, and couldn’t comprehend what was happening to it. He was just a naive, devout 25-year old father of 1, with a wife who loved him. She loved Jonathon so much that she didn’t waste any time reaching out to the church for help, after discovering pictures of models cut out of her gardening magazines and hidden underneath their bed. She had put Jonathon in this dark, infernal place… in the hands of the unorthodox 40-year old priest. “Eventually, with enough of your spiritual strength, God will have sufficient leverage to expel Satan from your loins without your assistance. Do you understand, Jonathon? There is no need to be frightened by what I’m telling you. At some point in the future, you will ejaculate without even touching yourself, with His holy assistance. But we must wait… and wait… and wait… until that time comes.” “GOD, PLEASE!!!” Jonathon screamed to the heavens and tore at his restraints, staring directly into the sticky porn trap in front of him- his face wet with tears and a new sheen of precum trickling down his bloated shaft toward his ballsack. The stoic, wily priest watched his charge’s tantrum and busted a nut underneath his cassock for the third time that day, his grip unrelenting. “Ugghhhh- y-yeahh, that’s it, my boy. Ughhhhh, be strong! Your time will come. Eventually.” -- source link
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