Satanic Slave IV

Author: jasfrmn12
Title: Satanic Slave IV
Date: 14 September 2010

Satanic Slave - Part 4

I had never been so terrified. Or so hard and dripping. I was horny as
hell and from what I could tell, my hands were going to be locked behind my
back for the next 30 days or after I got 666 men off. Little chance of
sexual release for me.

Suddenly I wasn't alone; that dark menacing seductive voice was back inside
my head. "Faggots only live to pleasure Men. A faggot's mouth is only
open to suck cock or to kiss ass. Nobody gives a damn what a faggot
thinks. A faggot is a pathetic waste unless in service...." I tried to
ignore this Man inside my head and get some bearing as to where I was.

I looked out the hole. The room outside was dimly lit. Not much to it. I
could see across what might be a small hallway to two other holes on the
other side. Above each of them was a small ledge and a lit sign of
numbers. One read "145"; the other read "479". I could only assume that
those ledges each held a "yes" and a "no" button.

This was fucking real.

While I was staring, a door at the end of the hall, or at least as far
toward the end as I could see, opened up. A man came in, putting a few
bills back in his wallet.

Apparently I was one of several suckwhores used to get men off for payment
to our keepers. I guess this place had to make some money somehow. And I
was now part of that somehow.

And still, that unrelenting voice: "A faggot lives to worship cock. A
faggot needs dick to survive. A faggot craves the nutrition of piss and
cum ...." As skin-crawlingly seductive as this Man's voice was, I had to
get him out of my head or I'd go insane. I shook my head to get the
headphones off.

No effect. They stayed in place.

I pushed my head against the corner, hoping to slide the phones off my
ears. All I managed to do was pull my ear skin a little. These fuckers
were superglued to my ears. What the fuck had I done to myself? I was
going to listen to this Man defining the rest of my life whether I wanted
to or not.

And then darkness. A penis slid through the hole. There was only one
thing to do.

I sucked. As if my pathetic life depended on it.

In spite of my fear, or maybe because of it, I was caressing this Cock in
ways I never had before. There were no distractions. The voice in my head
became an actual reinforcement. "A faggot lives to suck cock. The only
validation a faggot needs is a Man's release. A faggot without a cock to
suck is an empty hole." There seemed to be no end to the rephrasing of
this one basic truth: I was now nothing but a cocksucker for the rest of my
life.

I was able to concentrate on the sensations of this anonymous Cock. I felt
the different textures to its skin in various places. As I softly wrung my
tongue back and forth around the base of the shaft, I felt it pulse. A
good sign. I allowed my throat to open and close around its head. I felt
it swell. Thus began the first of many conversations my mouth would have
with a Man's Cock.

After awhile, I felt the pulsing tremors of His orgasm. His Cock was too
deep inside me for me to taste his seed, but I relished it nonetheless. My
heart raced as I felt His Seed flowing through His Dick. My brain was
flying. I was high on the orgasm I'd given another. I felt like I shot my
load through His Prick. This was something I'd never experienced before
and it was a fucking revelation.

Yes, yes, yes ... this was where I belonged. Again I started to cry like
some stupid bitch. But it didn't matter, so I just let go and sobbed,
keeping this precious Penis in my cocksucking mouth, gently cleaning it
with my tongue.

After awhile He began to pull away. I sucked all the harder, trying to
stay in contact with the Cock that had somehow become my savior. He stayed
in place with just His Dickhead through the hole.

My instincts kicked into gear and I just knelt there, mouth open, not
moving a muscle. I was rewarded with the baptism of His piss. While I
swallowed, the voice was right on target : "A faggot prays for the blessing
of a Man's piss."

And prayed I did. After the final gulp of His urine. "Thank You so much,
Sir."

I can't tell you much of the progression after that. I did the math and
figured if I spent 20 minutes servicing a man, that's be 3 per hour. Seven
hours of service a day would be 21 men, or 630. Still a ways short. This
wasn't going to be easy, but I wanted to prove myself worthy. Yeah, it was
just like that. My goal wasn't to escape. I wanted to fucking BE just the
cocksucker they were training me to be.

Pretty fucked up, huh?

I waited for another Man to service and realized there wouldn't necessarily
be a steady flow. I learned to rest with my lips against the hole so I
wouldn't sleep through the chance to earn another point in my favor. I was
able to squirm around enough that I wasn't always resting on my knees and
lower legs, but it was impossible to stretch out. There was a subtle but
consistent agony building from the tightness of the space. To me it was
the dues I had to pay, the cost of becoming what I was born to be.

"A faggot will do anything for the taste of Cock." Yes, Sir.
Abso-fucking-lutely.

The hardest part was losing all track of time. The hallway outside had no
windows. The only way to even guess the passage of time was by the number
of Men seeking service. There were times that were busier than others.
But were those busy times right after the workday ended? Late at night
when they'd put their wives to bed? Was it now a Friday night or late
Sunday afternoon?

What did it matter? All that mattered was that there was another cock I
had the chance to service. I suckled, I nursed, I worshipped ... hour
after hour. Eventually, probably weakened by the lack of sleep, I fell
into a constant state of "now" with no reason to focus on past or future.
Nothing else mattered but the Cock -now- in front of me. The thanks I'd
offer after service became ever more sincere as I began to see Cock as my
lifeblood, my literal means of survival.

Cock determined whether I lived or died. Cock was truly my God.

At some point yet another Cock came to be serviced. As I stuck out my
tongue, He backed away. A note was held in front of the window.

665
30 minutes left

The note left my vision, and another Cock, my God and Savior, came forward
to be worshipped. I wasted no time. I was never more reverent in my
pathetic life. I drooled and moaned at the taste of His flesh. I imagined
myself as one of the voices on tape seducing another cocksucker's brain
someday. I became a total and complete whore for this Cock, losing all
pretense or even hope of pretense. I was a debased cocksucking faggot
moaning for a Man's Cock. I sucked like a man possessed. Hell, I was a
man possessed.I felt His muscles tighten and prepared for the joy of His
orgasm. And then the unthinkable happened.

The bastard backed away. Just out of reach of my tongue. After a few
minutes, he re-entered and I started up again. As soon as he got close, he
pulled back. I began a tug-of-war with this Man's Cock, straining with
every muscle I could use to get him off. But he had a lot more muscles
available to use than I did. I started to cry as I realized just how
hopeless and helpless a faggot is. I begged and pleaded. "Sir, oh God,
please allow a faggot to get You off. Please, Sir, allow a faggot the gift
of Your Cum." It didn't matter.

As I alternately begged, licked, and sucked, time ran out and the back of
my cell opened. I was pulled out to be punished for my failure. Funny
thing, though. Even though I'd been sobbing on and off since this whole
thing began, I was dry-eyed at that moment. Sure, it wasn't fair. It
didn't have to be. Nobody promised me "fair". If Men wanted a faggot to
suffer, a faggot would gratefully suffer for Them. Anything to remain in
this holy temple of Cock.