Date: Wed, 22 Apr 2020 02:24:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ian Wycim <ianwycim@yahoo.com>
Subject: Corrected Version

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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