PRINCE OF LUST

by Lucien Burr

Let Hell take me. Let my soul burn forever. Let me be disgraced in the eyes of men and God.

We’re in for some good gay religious smut now boys

Except, of course, it wasn’t. It was the Devil himself, tip-toeing around my skull.

What has God’s love given you except shame? What has God ever done for you?”

Damn bitch get in there

In order to summon him, you must be filled with true desire for him. Draw the symbol. Draw blood. With the same hand that drew blood, touch yourself as you wish to be touched.

Kinky

Fresh air scrabbled down my bruised oesophagus,

Lol

“If you’re going to be my bitch,” it growled, “you won’t be wearing God’s dog collar.”

Why did that do something to me

What if it made it larger? What if it used that wound to pleasure itself? Made it stigmata, made you holy with every thrust until you were stretched in the form of crucifixion, until you could look at your reflection in its black eyes and see the Son of God looking back?

My brother in Christ that is crazy. Don’t let him fuck your hand hole until your Jesus. That’s crazy

Not until I tasted blood. That time, instead of working my cock, I dipped my fingers in the oil from the lamp and edged those warm, blood-slicked fingers to my own ass. I pressed in.

👀👀👀

When its cock slapped against my belly, I froze. My whole body reacted the way I might before an angel.

THE SAME WAY YOU WOULD AN ANGEL?!?!?

I haven’t been God’s for a while.