The Church Dominant

All characters are over 18.

This story explores the butterfly effect without the time travel. This is a spin off of my "Asking" series so to understand how we got to this point, you may consider reading that ongoing series.

If you are stuck on straight, bi, gay, lesbian, pan or whatever. You should know that I am not. My stories range from straight, bi, gay, lesbian, trans, incest, etc.

I am a complete novice writer but an experienced mastubator. I write my fantasies or whatever turns me on at that moment.

If you cum from my stories, please let me know. Tell me... show me... share with me.

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Pastor Drew Bishop

Monday - Day after getting a blow job from our main character in "Asking", Maddy the horny and confused mother that attends church.~

Assistant Pastor Drew knocked on the office door to the main Pastor of his church, Pastor Frank Micelli.

"Come in" Frank responded to the knock on the door.

"Hey Frank, you have time to talk?" Drew asked.

"Sure man, come on in. You know Monday's are my light day after all the weekend services."

"Yeah and I'm glad about that. I am really in need of your counsel."

Drew closed the door and sat facing his friend and boss.

"You look troubled. What's going on?"

Drew furrowed his brow. "I fell off the wagon yesterday."

Frank's reaction wasn't what Drew expected. Frank seemed to not react at all.

"And?" Frank replied.

"And I'm freaking out!"

"Why?"

"Come on Frank, you know what happened before."

"Listen Drew. That was years ago. You and I both had our struggles with sex addiction. Whatever happened yesterday, I don't think it's any reason to overreact."

Drew fully realized he was in a panic.

"You know that being a sex addict doesn't mean you can't have sex. This isn't alcohol or drugs we're dealing with. Did you expect to never have sex again?"

"Maybe."

"Really?"

Pastor Frank sighed.

"Drew. It's been five years since we met in the meetings. Are you telling me that you haven't had any type of sex since then?"

"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."

"Wow."

"What do you mean Wow?"

Frank held back a laugh.

"For fuck's sake Drew. We may be sex addicts but what kind of life would anyone have if they can't release at all. It's not that if we have sex, we become monsters or abusive. We... just have to recognize our impulses and not let them take over every aspect of what we do or who we are."

"Yeah."

"It's okay if you had sex yesterday. The world won't end. I promise."

Drew felt a little better but still wasn't completely at ease.

"Tell me what happened yesterday that has your head spinning."

"After service yesterday, you had me doing rounds for the donations."

"Yeah."

"My last stop was Madison Mason's"

"Oh Maddy... yeah. She's... yeah...divorced."

"Well... not to get into too much detail... uhh... she... went... down on me."

"Fuck! She's hot as hell. I'm not gonna lie. I'm kinda jealous."

"What?" Drew was genuinely upset hearing the main pastor express himself.

"What?... I'm not allowed to have an opinion?"

"But...?"

"You know Drew, I was sure that you got your shit together when I gave you this job. If you're freaking out this much over a blowjob from a hot milf. Maybe this won't work?"

"Frank... what... how... I don't get it. You're a Pastor. Like... fuck. What am I missing here?"

Frank actually laughed a little at Drew.

"Listen. I mean...Drew... we... have the perfect situation. We have almost a thousand people that come to sevices here. Do you really think that we... you ... me and everyone we see almost every week... something like this wasn't going to happen?"

"I never thought about it."

"You know I got married three years ago... right?"

"Yeah... of course... yeah."

"You really think that I'm not having sex with my wife?"

"No... no. Of course. Yeah."

"Being a sex addict is about will power Drew. You can... and should have sex. You just need to make sure it doesn't take over your life like we both did back then."

"Yeah yeah. You're right."

"Of course I am."

"But... I guess... Can I ask you?"

"Go ahead."

"I... know you have sex with your wife, don't you struggle... to... you know.... just want to ... well get more?"

Frank didn't laugh this time. He knew how difficult this was. He knew then he had to share his own secret.

"Drew, it's always gonna be a struggle. That's what addiction is. What I should tell you is that I have help. I think I need to explain but I need to ask my wife something first. Would you mind hanging here for a few minutes?"

"Yeah, no problem."

Frank left the room and was gone for almost ten minutes. When the office door opened again, Frank's wife walked through first, with Frank right behind her.

"Hey Betty."

"Hey Drew."

Frank sat back in his chair behind the desk. Betty half leaned and half sat on the desk.

"Frank sort of let me in on what's going on... I really hope that's okay?"

"I guess so, I mean... I trust Frank and if you... help him... Yeah... I guess."

Betty had a look of dominance. Frank's wife was just about six foot tall equaling Drew. Frank on the other hand was only five foot five. They always looked odd together, especially because Betty was way out of Frank's league.

Drew looked up and down Betty. His brain always reverted back to sex and every time he looked at this woman he was reminded of Penny Barber from some of his favorite porn.

Betty was in a sleek dress, her tits perfectly encased and she always wore that red lipstick that he pictured smeared on his cock.

Drew inadvertently moved his hands to cover his growing crotch.

"You look uncomfortable Drew." Betty stated with confidence.

"Well... I am a bit. What did Frank tell you?"

"Everything Drew. Everything!"

Betty looked so happy, so in control. Maybe even a bit evil.

Frank chimed in. "You need to understand Drew. Betty helps me. Betty knows everything. I tell her everything. I have no secrets from her. That's why I asked her in to help with your issue."

Drew didn't understand how but he knew that Frank was confident Betty was the solution.

"Betty, if you helped Frank. I don't care how. Can you do the same for me?"

"I can help you if you want help. But you should know what I do for Frank is... well... a lot. And it has to be kept secret. So I can explain more...but I will only do so with a guarantee, kind of a contract so to speak. If you agree and sign, there's no backing out. Do you understand?"

Betty sounded shady like a car salesman. She exuded confidence when she explained.

"Frank. Print a copy of your contract."

In just over a minute, Betty was handed a single sheet of paper. She took it, crossed off a few things and wrote some things. She finished quickly.

"Alright Drew. Before I give this to you to sign. I will explain and this will be your one and only chance to say no or back out. If you agree and sign. There is no backing out anytime after.... EVER! Do you understand?"

"Yes I understand but what is it?"

"It's a contract and non disclosure agreement. Something that I will officially update for you and your situation specifically."

Betty grinned.

"This is simple. You are a sex addict. Just like Frank here, my husband. Frank legally has given me everything he owns and I control every aspect of everything Frank does. Especially, concerning sex. When and where he has sex, with who he has sex, and how he has sex. All of the who, what, when and where are handled for him. All because of the why. Are you with me so far?"

"I think so."

"I'm not an evil woman Drew. The look you have on your face tells me that you're scared. There is nothing to be scared about."

"Okay."

"I love Frank. I will do anything for him. I do everything for him. So when Frank and I started dating, he was just like you. Scared to fall back into his addiction."

"Yeah."

"So I fixed all that. This contract that I created and Frank and I agreed to is simple. I own him and everything about him. I outline everything he does. He doesn't question me because he knows it is out of love that I do what I do."

"What does that mean though?"

"What it means is this. If you sign and agree. I will own you as well. Temporarily of course until I can find you a replacement for me. You will move in with us, I will control every aspect of your life. I mean EVERY aspect. Work, meals, where you go, when you sleep, everything. Including sex. Who you have sex with, when, where and how. Is this making more sense yet?"

"I think so. But I don't really understand it completely."

Drew looked to Frank and Frank nodded his approval.

Betty needed a little extra push to get Drew in the know.

"Frank!" Betty exclaimed. "Come here. Now."

Without hesitation Frank stood and moved to Betty's side.

"I will show you what I mean by how I own my husband." Betty looked at me and then at Frank. " Show him the cage."

Frank understood and immediately undid his Pastoral trousers and pushed them down, boxers included.

There, right in front of Drew, the head main pastor of the church stood, his pants at his knees. His small cock was shaved and curled up, locked in a metal binding. Frank didn't cover it at all. He didn't even flinch. He just followed her order.

"See. This is my cock." Betty explained and took hold of Frank's locked up tiny cock. "He doesn't use this unless I let him."

Betty let go of her husband's dick and raised her hand to his mouth. "This is also mine to use as I please." Letting go of his lips, she touched his shoulders. "Turn around." She commanded.

Frank followed his orders and bent over the desk in compliance. Betty lightly spanked Frank once. "Also mine."

Drew just sat in disbelief. His cock was getting harder watching this display of dominance.

Betty turned back to Drew, reaching down to his face and grasp Drew's chin. "Frank doesn't worry about his sex addiction because Frank doesn't have control of anything concerning sex. Do you understand me now?"

Betty made herself very clear. She was her husband's dominant.

"Yes. I think so."

"Good." She smirked. "If you sign. You need to know a few very important things. Do you want to know more? Or is this too much?"

Drew considered his options very quickly. He saw how settled Frank's life seemed. How easy everything looked for him. Drew couldn't deny he was turned on watching this display. Most importantly to Drew though, was the statement that Frank didn't have to worry about his sex addiction because it was all handled for him. Could he feel that free? He pondered.

"I absolutely want to know more."

"Good." That devilish grin shown again. "I like you Drew, but I love my husband. So this will be simple. I will own you like I own my husband here. Until I find someone to take over ownership of you. I will find the right person, train them and you will sign a new contract with them. You will never have to worry ever again. You will be taken care of completely in every aspect of life including sex. All you have to do... is what you are told to do. Do you understand now?"

"Yes."

Betty regrouped and regripped Drew's face.

"This is your only chance to say no and back out. Once you agree, you're life will be much easier. If you choose not to, I will say this... you will continue to struggle. So make a choice."

Drew knew he had no way of saying no. It was too good to pass up.

"Yes. I'll sign." Drew committed.

"Good boy."

In just seconds, Drew was signing a document he didn't even read. He was almost giddy with the situation.

"I'm so happy you decided to join our family Drew." Betty remarked then got Frank's attention sternly. "Frank. I think it's time to officially welcome him."

Frank looked to Betty knowingly. He reached over the desk and opened a drawer removing a bottle. He placed it next to his bent over body on the desk.

"As a reward for your commitment and obedience. I need to see what I am working with. Take off your pants."

Drew didn't hesitate to follow his orders. His pants were off in seconds. His cock was hard and pointed straight out from his body. A decent sized dick but not large, well trimmed but not shaven and slightly curved.

"Very nice Drew. Definitely bigger than Frank, hard already as well."

Betty moved to inspect the new cock she now owned. Taking him in hand and measuring his girth and length, giving it a few gentle squeezes and strokes.

"I will have a cage for you by the end of the day. This is important, so listen carefully right now."

Betty was sure to make eye contact.

"When we are done here. Frank will go with you to your apartment to help gather anything you need to move in with us. Get all your essentials and enough clothes for a week. Nothing more, nothing less. I will make all the necessary arrangements after that for anything else you own. Do you both understand?"

Frank said yes straight away, I nodded in agreement.

"That doesn't work for me Drew. No nodding. When I ask a question, you answer. With your words. There is no nodding. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Good."

Betty's eyes commanded contact.

"Next, when you two get home. Frank will teach you all the rules of the house. Yes?"

Frank and I both responded. "Yes."

"Then and only then. Frank will show you your grooming requirements. In fact, Frank, you will shave Drew and you will teach him what is expected. There will be no cumming or any play when this happens. It's okay if you get hard. But no unnecessary play and certainly no orgasms... Do you both understand me?"

In unison. "Yes."

"All this better be done by five o'clock for when I get home with your cage. You both will be in position when I get there. Frank will make sure you know what's expected. Yes?"

"Yes."

Drew's erection began to throb in Betty's hand. He was close to cumming and Betty could feel the impending result. She let go.

"Lube." Betty stated.

Frank took the bottle that was on his desk and expertly opened it, poured some into his hand. Drew watched his friend and boss open his ass and quickly spread the lube generously, even sliding a few fingers into his own ass.

"Your reward." Betty implied.

Drew was unsure... and sure. Standing up, he stepped closer to Frank.

"I can tell that you're close to cumming already. I think you've been pent up for too long. So don't worry if you cum fast. I want you to fuck my husband as hard and as fast as you can. Fill him with your sperm. Use him to release your desire."

Drew looked at Betty with appreciation and approval. Frank, just laid his head on the desk waiting for his friend's cock like a good sub.

"Be quiet though. This place may be practically empty, but there are a few people in the building. We don't need to publicize what's happening here."

It wasn't a question, it was an order. Neither Drew or Frank answered.

"Now fuck my husband while I watch."

There wasn't any sound at all as Drew closed the gap. It was very quiet.

Frank reached back with his hands and spread his ass open as wide as he could.

Drew centered himself, holding his rock hard cock, he put the head against Frank's shaved and very spotless asshole.

One last look over at Betty, she was smiling and holding one of her encased tits.

Drew pushed his thick dick in just an inch or so, enough to be sure he wouldn't pop out. His cockhead went in easily. Releasing his grip. He moved his hands to each of Frank's hips.

"Do it. Fuck him."

There was only a second of hesitation before Drew plunged himself deep.

"Ugghhhh." Frank tried to stay quiet but failed.

Drew only mewed. "Ahhhh."

Drew felt relief wash over him. He was so scared of becoming what he used to be. Now he had direction and support. Now, he could have sex without guilt.

It was heavenly being firmly planted inside Frank. The grip on Drew's dick, the velvet feel of Frank's tight cock sleeve, the warmth and wetness... He wouldn't last long.

"Fuck him."

"Fuck me."

Betty and Frank encouraged.

There was no holding back. He didn't go slow. Drew went for it.

Each thrust was a full ramming from tip to base. Drewed clutched Frank's hips like iron.

Betty moved around the desk, next to her husband's head while he was taking Drew's dick.

"That's so fucking hot. I love watching you take your friend's cock like a slut."

Frank loved being praised. "It's so good."

Drew chimed in. "Your ass is so tight. God it's so tight." Almost laughing after saying "God". Drew recognized the craziness of it all.

Here he was, an assistant Pastor... fucking the main Pastor of the church. In the church offices. While his bosses wife, I guess you could say... the first lady of the church, cheered him on, encouraged them both and dominated them into doing exactly as she desired.

"Your cock is so good." Frank praised.

"Fill my husband with your cum. Are you close?"

Drew was huffing with each pump.

"So close!"

"Do it. Use him. Make him take it!"

"Please cum in me. Please I want your cum. Use me like a slut."

All the dirty talk was pushing Drew over the top. Each thrust, each pulse, each comment seared in his brain.

"Take it... I'mmmm...."

Betty shifted her hips and moved in front of Franks face directly. Centered into her dress covered crotch. Pulling his head into her, pushing her hips onto him.

Drew could hear the deep inhale of Frank, smelling his wife's cunt. He watched her wrap her hands around his head and smother him.

Only a few pumps left in Drew's cock... Year's of pent up cum was about the be released.

"Fuck... I'm gonna cum!"

Drew was spent physically except his cum.

He bent over his friend, almost hugging him as his cock exploded. Pump after pump, pulse after pulse, his dick throbbed out the life giving sperm into the ass of his friend that couldn't create life.

"That's it... I love taking your cum."

"Oh baby, so good... my little cum loving slut."

After the last of Drew's orgasm ceased. He just stayed slumped over his friend, breathing heavy and welcoming that feeling of tranquility.

"You impressed me." Betty spoke up and stepped back from the smashing of her pussy into her husband's face. "I have some errands to run. But there is one more thing you must do before you boys do your chores."

Drew still didn't release the weight of his body from Frank.

"Name it." Drew huffed out.

"Make sure you get his plug out of his desk and plug him. I want your cum in him all day. I don't want it leaking out. Do you both understand?"

"Yes." in unison.

"Be ready at five boys... I will bring home presents."

Betty walked out, leaving Frank and Drew in a heaping mess.

"Wow." Drew exclaimed.

"Yeah... and it only get's better." Frank added.