Meeting men online has never been a problem. Most of them married, white bread, older men whose wives no longer like to suck their cocks. It's been great but sometimes I go for weeks without being able to suck my favorite piece of meat.
Then I read an article here by Giz... He wrote of a man who met up for sex with another man and faced an evening of forced sex with a sexual predator. That gave me an idea, why not go in search of someone who savors having sex with men? Men who are hungry for sex and will not stop until they get what they want, or need.
I started an on-line search for sexual predators in my neighborhood and surrounding cities. Living in Sourthern California I figured the odds were in my favor to find someone who wanted to fully use me but I just couldn't figure out how to find these men.
As luck would have it, that evening on the 9:00 PM news there was a piece about 17 sexual predators who lived in the same apartment complex, and the dangers they could prove to their surrounding community.
I quickly drove to the area where the apartment complex was located and walked around for a while watching the residents come and go. There were three TV stations with live remotes, bright lights, all causing quite a commotion. Naturally the neighbors walking by the newscasters were all asked their opinion about having sexual predators in the neighborhood. It was quite a scene and one I wanted to avoid now that I discovered where my targets lived.
As I watched from the shadows I felt the presence of someone slowly approaching me. I turned and saw a tall black man. He was a priest.
"Well, my son," he said to me, "whose side are you on?"
"Um. Excuse me?"
"Whose side are you on? Should these men who perpetuated evil against the flesh of others be allowed to congregate together or should they be banished from the community?"
"Oh," I answered. "I'm sorry father. I'm not sure I have an opinion. This is not my neighborhood. From what I understand, the men have all served their time and are looking for a job. I think it may be unfair for them because it seems no matter where they land the community tries to force them out. They need some place to live and to readjust to society, and who is to say just because they did something once they would do it again?"
"Ah, bless you my son. All Gods creatures," he answered. "I'm father Dominic, but you can call me Father Dom. My church is on the other side of the city but I try to get to these men a few times a week to work with their needs and to soothe their souls."
I told the minister how great and rewarding that must be.
"Would you like to join me some time son? I'm actually headed in to meet with one man who is in search of his soul this evening. I am sure seeing an outsider who has an open mind would be refreshing for him."
"Thank you father, but I am not sure how secure I would feel entering a sexual predator's apartment this evening."
"Don't worry about that son," he said gently grabbing my arm and slowly pulling me along with him, "I have my own house of worship here that is very secure. Here, take this bible and walk with me"
We walked slowly past the small crowd of neighbors and television crews and through the gated entry with Father Dom's key. "I'm her so often the management has provided me with what I need and the men need for me to be here," he said as we entered the complex. We walked to the back and up to a darkened room. Over the door was a sign that read "Doms House of Worship."
It was a single bedroom apartment, very tidy, with a large screen TV, a small area for kneeling as if in a church, a clean kitchen and what appeared to be a bedroom, hall closet and bathroom.
Because of Father Dom's mild manner and spotless office or house of worship, I was totally at ease as he offered me a glass of wine. The taste was familiar, church wine.
"Let me check my appointment book to see who is scheduled this evening. I know it's late but these are working men and this is the only time we can meet."
I accepted a second glass of wine from Father Dom and after a few sips suddenly felt very tired and very relaxed.
The next thing I remember was waking from a very deep sleep, trying to remember where in the hell I was. The room was dark. I was on my knees strapped by my wrists above me and a velvet-like pillow under my knees. My mind was foggy and I was frightened because I could not remember where I was or why I was tied up. In fact, I was chilled and realized I wasn't wearing any clothes.
Then it came to me. I had seen the story on TV tonight about sexual predators and then met Father Dom late this evening and had drank two large glasses of wine before unexpectedly falling asleep.
I tried to yell out but the only thing that came from my lips was a whisper. "Hello?" My throat was dry, my heard was racing a hundred miles an hour and I was terrified.
Father Dom approached from behind me and walked around. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the dark room, seeing light only from the digital clocks from the appliances in the kitchen, and a single small candle from somewhere behind me.
"Ah, my son, finally awake. I'm ready for your worship to begin," he said as he moved around in front of me. It was dark, and even with the little light in the room it was difficult to see. I could barely make out the silken robe he was wearing and his hands tugging at it to open it. Then I felt something slap at my face. It was hard but warm and soft at the same time. To my horror I realized that Father Dominic was totally nude and his cock was in front of me, at my closed lips.
"Son, this is my house of worship. It is time for you to begin your worship. Your worship of my cock," he said. "Now, open your lips and take my staff into your mouth and carefully worship it with your lips and tongue, and if I feel any teeth..." I felt his vengence in the form of a hard slap of his left hand across my right cheek. "Well, let's just say you will be suffering an eye for an eye if your teeth harm my staff."
"Father Dom, what have I done to make you force this on me?"
"My son, I am no longer an ordained minister. I was excommunicated by the church after being sentenced to ten years in prison. Society and the church looks down upon men of God who take their pleasure with boys and men Now, open your damn mouth and suck my cock!"
I had thought this would be so different. Not like this. He had to be 60 years old and damn strong. And he was... He was black! This was not what I expected, so I kept my mouth shut as his cock head pushed at my lips.
I felt his fingers grab my nose. I couldn't breathe so I was forced to open my mouth and when I did his cock rushed in and banged the back of my throat. I gagged but he held my head in place, slowly moving his cock in and out of my mouth, back and forth, slowly getting a little more at a time into my mouth. But each time he reached the back of my throat, I gagged. I noticed his body was warm and he smelled like he had showered recently. He tasted salty of sorts.
"Son, relax. You can learn to enjoy this. Believe me, I've trained many men like you to suck cock and to enjoy it. I can make this difficult for you or train you to like it. Which will it be?"
