Page 51 of Gay Sex Club Collection

The demon held him down easily. “I said pray,” he yelled as he drove his cock into the priest.

The Father screamed and flailed, and the demon held him down by his arms, driving into him so hard the priest’s feet were off the floor. The demon groaned, long and loud. “I said pray, human. Pray to my cock. Call me your new god.”

Father struggled some more. “Never,” he bit out, his voice pitching with every thrust.

“You will pray at this altar for me,” the demon said, grunting every time he drove his cock home. “You will worship my cock.”

“No,” the priest said with a renewed fight.

The demon laughed. “Yes, I love it when you mere mortals fight. Always resist at first, but you’ll be begging for it soon enough.”

Father flailed his arms and twisted his hips, trying to escape. “Never,” he said. “I resist, in the eyes of the lord.”

The demon grabbed Father’s wrists and, pulling out of him, then he led him to the cross. “I am your lord,” the demon said, enraged. “And you will worship me.”

He snapped Father’s wrists into the shackles, and he was unable to move, barely on his tippy toes. The demon stood back, his rock-hard cock jutting out from his leather pants, and admired his subject.

“Hm, I should rid you of these false clothes you wear. Strip you naked so you have nowhere to hide, human.”

Father tried to turn, but he was unable to move but an inch.

The demon ripped his shirt and white clerical collar off his body, and Father yelped. He was shackled, completely naked but his shoes and the cross he wore around his neck.

And unable to move.

“That’s better,” the demon said. He ran a hand down the priest’s back, over his ass. “These are the sins of the flesh I yearn for,” he murmured. “These are the sins you will crave.”

The priest shook his head, struggling against the restraints. “Get thee Satan away from me.”

The demon took the priest’s hips in his hands and drove his cock up into him again.

Father cried out, his feet now off the floor. He was impaled by the huge demon’s cock, his body suspended.

“Oh yes, that’s it,” the demon said. “Cry and moan, you mortal fool. The sounds turn me on.”

His huge cock was fully embedded, and by the way the priest cried, I wondered if he would safe-word. I kept my hand on the button to end the scene, but no... he didn’t.

“Oh Father, who art in heaven,” he said as the demon fucked him, gasping the words in between thrusts.

The demon groaned. “I will be your new god,” he said. “You will pray only to me, beg for my seed.”

The priest moaned, his head dropping forward.

So the demon pulled his head back by his hair. The priest arched his back, now fully impaled on the demon’s huge cock, and he groaned, a mix of pain and pleasure.

“Pray to me, human.”

The priest moaned. “Yes,” he said meekly.

“Say it louder,” the demon demanded.

“Yes!” Father yelled. “Yes.”

The demon pulled his hair harder, whispering in his ear. “Yes, what?”

“My lord,” Father replied with a desperate sob. “My dark lord.”

The demon let his hair go so he could grip his hips again and began to fuck him against the cross. It was hard and rough, and Father’s moans were soon that of pleasure.

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