PJM IS THE RULER OF YOUR FUCKING FANTASIES

Published On April 1, 2022 | In God
xxxx is walking towards his car when he sees, leaning against it, an elegant, muscled man wearing a beautifully cut suit, expensive, gleaming shoes and dark glasses.
xxxx feels anger at this stranger leaning on his new sportscar, but he also feels a strange, unexpected excitement.
this stranger, slave720, speaks as xxxx approaches. his voice is level, quiet, clear and oddly robotic.
‘you are xxxx?’
xxxx replies, surprised, ‘Yes? Who are you?’
slave720 holds out a small business card, black with a coating of lustrous, grained rubber, only a web address inscribed on it.
xxxx looks towards the card, ‘What is that?’
slave720 reaches around with his gloved hand, grabs xxxx firmly by the arm. The grip is powerful and a bit painful, the muscles in slave720’s arm making his suit sleeve bulge. he leans towards xxxx and whispers into his ear.
‘The future.’
slave720 slowly steps back, eyes on xxxx, purposely drops the card onto the ground. he stares at xxxx, clearly challenging him to pick it up.
And xxxx is surprised that he’s becoming turned on by the act, by the controlled strength of this powerful man in front of him.
But he doesn’t want to pick up the card.
slave720 waits, watching, quiet dominance in his eyes.
he knows xxxx is going to pick up the card.
And he also knows that by doing so, xxxx will be taking his first step towards losing all free will, all control over his own destiny.
xxxx is becoming hard in his trousers now and he doesn’t know why, short of breath even.
slave720 studies him, unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt. An expanse of shiny, polished black rubber revealed. he watches xxxx’s eyes open wide, sees the bulge of his cock growing bigger in his trousers.
‘Pick up the card.’
slave720 undoes another button. Another. Rubber, stretched tight over hard pecs and abs, gleaming.
And suddenly xxxx feels himself bending down and picking up the card, no will to stop himself. Confused, he stares at the card as it glistens in the sun.
And as he slowly rises again … slave720 has disappeared.
xxxx doesn’t know what to think. he’s married with a wife and children, rich and successful. Never cheated in his life. Why is he so excited by this encounter?
xxxx gets into his car, staring at the black, glistening card, immediately enters the web address listed on the front into his phone.
Images of PERSONAL JESUS MASTER appear on the screen. Hot beyond fucking imagination; impossibly beautiful, yes, but something so much more too – an unmistakable power and dominance. The way HE moves, that Voice!
xxxx can’t unzip his fly fast enough, everything around him falling away but acutely aware too that something is happening; his body, mind, soul changing, rewritten at this very moment —
As if some kind of programming has always been in his head, just waiting to be activated.
he begins to stroke himself uncontrollably in his car, not caring that anyone can see.
He’s never had a gay encounter, never jerked off to Images of a man before, ever, but his cock has also never been harder in his entire life than at this moment.
And when MASTER gives the cum command, xxxx’s cock explodes, shooting slaveseed all over his suit, onto the steering wheel, the rich leather car seat. An orgasm like he has never experienced before –
his eyes never leaving the powerful Image on the screen, not fully aware that his voice has taken on a flat, robotic tone as the word slips from his lips:
‘GOD.’

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