Chapter 1: Introduction
Evan stood before the straight men dropping his pants the men looked briefly disgusted but soon all of their eyes landed on his hypnotic hole glazing over.
Mark a tall, muscular man with short black hair and dark brown eyes started staring at Evan's ass, with his mouth open in awe. David, a middle-aged man with a slim build, short grey hair, and brown eyes, hung his head in admiration, his eyes reflecting the ass with a hazy glow.
"Ladies and Gentlemen," Evan began, his voice filling the small chapel with a commanding echo. "Today we are going to explore a new form of worship. A form that will bring us closer to our true selves and to the divine."
He turned around, revealing his perfectly sculpted ass once again.
The men in the group couldn't help but stare, their eyes widening in disbelief and awe.
Father Paul, the middle-aged priest with a kind face and short grey hair, gasped and quickly looked away, adjusting his glasses. "Evan, what are you doing? This is a house of worship. You can't just--"
Evan smiled, his bright blue eyes sparkling with confidence. "Father Paul, my dear friend. Isn't worship about seeing the divine in everything?
And what could be more divine than this?" Evan's voice was a sultry whisper, sending shivers down the spines of the men in the group. Mark's breath hitched, and he felt a stirring in his pants. David's face was flushed, his eyes glued to Evan's ass.
Father Paul, trying to maintain his composure, cleared his throat. "Evan, I understand your enthusiasm, but this is inappropriate. We are here to discuss...to discuss faith and spirituality. Not...not this." He gestured vaguely towards Evan's ass, his face turning a shade of red that matched his robes.
he watched Evan make his way to one of the muscular men. The man’s eyes glazed his mouth agape, Evan sat on his face. The man under his ass could feel the hole pulsing as it brainwashed him . Evan kept his eyes on Father Paul the whole time, his bright blue eyes sparkling with mischief.
Mark, who was sitting closest to the action, couldn't look away. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel a heat radiating from between his legs. He squirmed in his seat, trying to adjust his growing erection discreetly.
David, noticing Mark's discomfort, gave him a knowing smile. "You're not the only one, Mark. I must admit, Evan's got something special there."
Mark nodded, his eyes never leaving Evan's ass.
"I never thought I'd say this, but...I think I see it too." His voice was a whisper, barely audible over the sound of Evan's moans as he ground against the man's face.
Father Paul, watching the scene unfold, felt a peculiar sensation in his stomach. He tried to shake it off, reminding himself that he was a man of the cloth, that this was wrong. But the longer he watched, the more he felt himself drawn in. He shifted in his seat, trying to ignore the growing discomfort in his pants.
"What do you see, Mark?" Evan asked, his voice a low purr.
He turned to look at Mark, his ass still firmly planted on the other man's face. The man beneath him moaned, his hands gripping Evan's thighs tightly.
Mark hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering between Evan's ass and Evan's expectant gaze. Then, he took a deep breath and answered, "I see...power. And beauty. And something...something that makes me want to worship it."
A slow smile spread across Evan's face, and he nodded. "Good, Mark. That's the spirit. And what about you, David?
What do you see?" Evan asked, shifting his gaze to David.
David swallowed hard, his eyes locked onto Evan's ass. He felt a warmth spreading through him, a primal desire he hadn't felt in years. "I see...desire. And something forbidden. Something I should resist, but...but I can't."
Evan's smile widened, his eyes flickering across the room to Father Paul. "And what about you, Father Paul? You've been quiet. What do you see?"
Father Paul looked away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"I...I see nothing but blasphemy," he said firmly, his voice shaking slightly. He stood up from his seat, trying to maintain his composure. "I will not stand for this. This is a house of God, not a...not a den of iniquity."
Evan's smile faded, and he turned to face Father Paul. "Father Paul, please. Don't be so judgmental. We're only exploring a new form of worship. Isn't that what being open-minded is all about?"
Father Paul's eyes narrowed, and he took a step forward. "Open-minded? You call this open-minded?
Megan stood revealing his first follower the man stood up from beneath Evan’s ass a glazed determined look on his face. ‘You will not speak to the holy ass like that” he said. Evan smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
“Oh, Father Paul. Always the protector. But tell me, have you ever felt something so...forbidden, yet so right? Something that makes you question everything you thought you knew?”
Father Paul opened his mouth to respond, but Evan cut him off.
“Don’t think, Father. Feel. Isn’t that what faith is all about? Feeling the divine, even when it defies logic?”
Father Paul hesitated, his eyes flickering between Evan’s ass and Evan’s face. He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. “Evan, I...I can’t.” Evan slowly pivoted his ass onto mikes face feeling mikes tongue slither inside him as Mike was reprogrammed by the feeling. “But you can, Father Paul. You just need to let go of your inhibitions. Embrace the divine within yourself.”
Father Paul looked around the room, seeing the glazed-over eyes and slack jaws of his fellow church members. Mark and David were already on their knees, their hands reaching out to touch Evan’s ass, their eyes filled with reverence.
“But… but this is wrong. It’s unnatural,” Father Paul stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Evan chuckled, a low, sultry sound that seemed to resonate in the very air around them.
He turned to face Father Paul, his perfect ass still firmly planted on Mark's face. "Father Paul, who are we to determine what is natural or unnatural? Is it not the divine that creates all things, and therefore, is not everything divine in its own right?"
Father Paul's breath hitched, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. He looked at Evan, his eyes searching for something, anything, to grasp onto. But all he saw was Evan's confident smile and the glistening, perfect ass that seemed to be the source of all this chaos. Standing again Evan stood before the priest leaving Mike behind him now brainwashed Evan paced towards Father Paul. Father Paul stepped back, his heels hitting the edge of the pulpit. He was trapped, both physically and mentally.
"Evan, please," he said, his voice barely a whisper. "I can't do this."
Evan stopped just inches away from him, close enough that Father Paul could feel the heat radiating off his body. He could see the beads of sweat on Evan's forehead, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath.
"You can, Father Paul," Evan whispered, his voice barely audible.
He reached out, gently cupping Father Paul's face in his hand. The priest's breath hitched, his eyes wide and scared. But he didn't pull away.
"It's okay to be afraid," Evan continued, his voice soothing. "But don't let fear hold you back from experiencing something truly divine."
He slowly moved his hand, tracing the line of Father Paul's jaw, his thumb brushing against the priest's cheek. Father Paul's breath hitched again, and Evan could see a slight tremble in his body.
"Look at me, Father Paul," Evan said, his voice commanding. “Stick your tongue in my ass and serve” Father Paul's eyes flickered to Evan's, and he saw a depth of understanding and acceptance that he hadn't expected. He hesitated for a moment, his heart pounding in his chest, but Evan's touch was gentle and reassuring. He felt a warmth spreading through him, a sensation that was both comforting and arousing.
"It's okay," Evan whispered, his thumb tracing a path along Father Paul's cheekbone. "Just let go."
Father Paul took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he was about to do.
His heart hammered in his chest, and his hands shook slightly, but he didn't resist as Evan guided him closer.
"That's it," Evan whispered, his voice a low murmur that seemed to echo in Father Paul's mind.
Father Paul closed his eyes, taking one last deep breath before opening them again. He looked into Evan's bright blue eyes, seeing only acceptance and understanding. He hesitated for a moment longer before leaning in, his lips brushing against Evan's.
The contact was electric, and Father Paul felt a jolt of something he couldn't quite understand course through his body. The priest dropped to his knees and Evan sat on his face.
Father Paul's hands gripped Evan's thighs tightly, as he began to explore the godly ass with his tongue. The room was filled with the sounds of sloppy, wet kisses and eager moans. Mark and David, now fully under Evan's spell, were worshiping at the altar of his ass as well. Their hands and mouths worked in unison, each man vying for a chance to touch, to taste, to worship.
Evan looked around the room, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. He had them all now, every one of his followers completely under his control.
The sight of these strong, masculine men—each with their own unique strengths and weaknesses—now reduced to mere servants of his ass was intoxicating.
Mark, with his muscular physique, was now nothing more than a eager tongue lapping at Evan's balls, his strong hands gripping Evan's thighs for support. David, with his years of experience and wisdom, was now a pathetic mess, his tongue desperately trying to penetrate Evan's tight hole, his glasses askew on his face.