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In the presence of divinity, it's only natural to kneel. Natural to worship and praise for they can be your salvation from the horrors of fate. Cruel as life may be, it's no crueler than fate.
“On the 1864th day he rose anew and began a cycle of life and love. A savior who will banish evils as long as we take his hand” Kim Dokja prayed, his hands clasped in front of him, the string of beads digging in his skin. His knees had a dull ache from kneeling for so long, but he didn't stop his prayers. Practiced words fell off his tongue easily.
How long has he done this? Hours? Days? Ever since he’d known how to read, he had prayed. Prayed to the statue in front of him. Dedicated his life, love and body for this god. Because he was saved.
The life he had led before was nothing, worst of the worst. Living to survive out of pity change and stolen goods. He had nothing but rags as possessions. Then he stepped inside the church. The scent of candles and ash enveloped him drawing him closer inside. His eyes wandered from the marble floors to the paintings on the wall to the ceiling. He let his jaw drop in wonder.
The stars on the dark night shifted into beings, stories to be told and all of them were held in the palm of one man. The man was a god. His god. As soon as he laid eyes on the statue at the front of the church he knew then. It was the first time he knelt. Right there in the middle of the church. He said his first prayers.
“Save me,”
And the Secretive Plotter answered.
He was given a new life, a new name, a new purpose. Kim Dokja was dressed and housed, fed with meals and cared for by the other worshipers of the church. He was saved, and he will continue to be saved.
The candles flickered as the cool summer night wind blew past the open doors of the church. Kim Dokja sighed as he reached the end of his prayers. He stood up and winced at his aching legs before walking over to close the church doors. He glanced at the night sky, traced constellations between stars and wondered if Secretive Plotter sees the same things he does. There up above everyone else, would he?
Kim Dokja smiled and shook his head. Of course not. Why would he?
The doors closed with a dull thump. The church was dimly lit with the lasting flames of the candles. The tinge of orange and yellow that surrounded the altar made the statue more lifelike.
Secretive Plotter was sculpted to be draped in a singular cloth that ran from his left shoulder down his front. His hands were what kept the cloth from baring him all together. Despite this, he commanded power, respect most of all worship. His face was all sharp with his furrowed eyebrows and pointed stare. His lips were full and set in a line. He let his eyes linger there for a moment. A small sinful part of him flared. He eyed the column of his throat where Adam's apple sat to his broad shoulders that carried the weight of the world’s sins. The shadows cast on the stone made the curves and dips of muscle seem soft. If Kim Dokja were to touch he would feel the heat of skin instead of cool stone.
He drew back his hand before he could touch. He held into his prayer beads tighter. A small heat pooled in him as it always did when he looked at his god. He chanted a prayer under his breath as he reached down to extinguish a candle.
A warm hand grabbed his wrist.
Kim Dokja glanced up to see the statue—no it was still at the same place as it always was, a man. His god, Secretive Plotter was in front of him kneeling as Kim Dokja was, a hand firmly around his wrist.
His breath got caught in his throat. Divinity wasn’t enough to describe him. Even the greatest of artists that made the paintings on the walls and his sculptures couldn’t capture an ounce of how his god was meant to be. His tan skin was littered with scars, hands calloused on his soft skin, his chest was even larger than he thought it would be. The cloth he wore was not white nor black but the night sky full of stars instead. Not even in dreams could he conjure up the likeness of his god. But this…Kim Dokja knew it was Secretive Plotter in front of him. Those golden eyes, he can’t mistake it for anything else.
Secretive Plotter stood up slowly bringing Kim Dokja back on his feet. It was then that Kim Dokja noticed how big he was. Secretive Plotter towered over him, almost reaching the height of the statue that was most certainly 9ft tall.
Kim Dokja was absolutely dwarfed by his god. He craned his neck up to keep his eyes on him, afraid that if he looked away he would disappear.
“Dokja,” Secretive Plotter’s voice settled deep in his bones. It was baritone with a slight growl, it made the hair on his skin stand. More on it made the heat in his body boil. Sweat dripped from his neck and past the high collar of his robes. The urge to kneel racked through his body.
Kim Dokja quickly bowed his head showing that he was at his god’s mercy. His mouth ran dry. “Yes? My lord?” He said in a small voice. He wasn’t afraid. Not when he had dreamed of meeting his savior all his life.
“I've dreamed of meeting you. My Dokja,” Secretive Plotter reached out his other hand to caress Kim Dokja’s face, then dragged his finger under Kim Dokja’s chin.
Kim Dokja’s eyes widened. He swallowed hard, holding onto his prayer beads like a lifeline. “You have?”
“Yes, a man so dedicated to me. Who prayed each waking moment and screams my name in the darkest of nights. How pretty you are,” Secretive Plotter’s piercing gaze locked onto him, seeing all of him. Kim Dokja’s breath quickened. The reason why he asked for forgiveness everyday was for his sinful actions in the privacy of his room. When his love overflowed for the god he wanted to scream to the heavens. With fists clenched on his sheets as he rolled around wearing his prayer beads to feel closer to Secretive Plotter, he panted his deepest desires.
“You heard me?”
“I listen to every prayer, every wish my dearest makes. I’m here to fulfill them at last.” Secretive Plotter stepped closer, taking the prayer beads from Kim Dokja’s hand and put it on Kim Dokja so it laid on his chest. Secretive Plotter pulled on it like a leash, “My Dokja. Kneel,”
With one word all the strength left his legs. If he felt small before he felt at his gods mercy now.
Secretive Plotter cradled Kim Dokja’s head with one hand, and ran his fingers through his hair. The weight was light but Kim Dokja knew that Secretive Plotter could crush him if he wanted to. A sick part of him wanted to. To bleed on his god to repay the blood he spilled for them.
But before then, he was meant for pleasure, that he is certain. Secretive Plotter parted the cloth that draped on his body to reveal strong muscular thighs the size of Kim Dokja’s torso, and his soft cock that had his tongue aching for a taste.
Kim Dokja’s hands hovered over the thick cock, feeling the heat of it radiate to his palms. He imagined this time and time again but nothing compared to this. It looked heavy and was about the size of his head length wise. A small drop of precome gathered at the slit illuminated by the candle lights.
“Go on, take what you need so I can give you what you want,” Secretive Plotter’s golden eyes met his as he glanced up unsure. Larger hands encased his and guided him to circle the large cock. Kim Dokja let out a ragged breath, his hands could barely curl around it. “That’s it,”
Kim Dokja began to stroke Secretive Plotter. going from the base to the tip, gathering precum to make it slicker. Kim Dokja’s stomach flipped, desire burned in him like never before. The sound of slick on skin was accompanied by small moans. He didn’t know where they were coming from until Secretive Plotter plunged a finger in his mouth. Kim Dokja was the one moaning.
The one finger filled his mouth and pressed heavily on his tongue. His lips closed on it and sucked, tasting his god’s skin. He hallowed out his cheeks and teased the pad of Secretive Plotter’s finger with his tongue feeling the bumps of his fingerprints on his taste buds.
Secretive Plotter pulled out his finger and dragged the wet finger along Kim Dokja’s lips and cheek before grabbing him by the jaw. “Open your mouth dokja,”
Kim Dokja obeyed. A large glob of saliva was spat into his mouth. Kim Dokja didn’t dare to swallow, his god hadn’t told him so.
“Good dokja, come. Let me give you what you want.” Secretive Plotter held the back of Dokja’s head and pulled it closer to his wet dripping cock.
Kim Dokja let their mix of saliva and drool flow out onto the cock where his hands hadn’t stopped moving. His heart was beating wildly out of his chest, his knees were most likely bruised kneeling on the marble floor and yet the fire within him continued on.
Kim Dokja let his tongue dip down to taste. He dragged it from the middle to the tip then down again. The heavy weight of it was heavenly on his tongue. He traced the veins that ran along it and dipped into his slit tasting ambrosia for the first time.
He circled his tongue on the head of the cock and glanced up at Secretive Plotter. He had his golden eyes on him, teeth gritted as he growled lowly. Kim Dokja shivered and took the tip in his mouth. His lips stretched around it filling up half his mouth already.
He moaned and moved his hands up and down the cock stimulating what his mouth cannot.
How he wanted to see his god come undone by a lowly mortal’s mouth. Someone who held such sinful desires for the one he worshiped. His throat itched to be widened, to house his savior forevermore. He’ll be his cocksleeve if Secretive Plotter wil lhave him.
He felt Secretive Plotter’s cock pulse under his fingers. Kim Dokja flinched as the hard torrent of liquid burst in his mouth and down his throat. The taste of his cum was like liquid gold. So rich and heavy. He swallowed as much as he could before Secretive Plotter pulled away, spilling the rest onto his face. It dripped down onto his clothes, staining his robes and coating his prayer beads.
Kim Dokja kept still panting his hot breath under Secretive Plotter’s cock as he settled the organ on his face. He sat on his feet unable to keep his body up anymore.
“Did-did I please you my lord?” Kim Dokja rasped out, his throat properly used and sticky with cum.
“You did. You did so well Kim Dokja,” Secretive Plotter praised, gathering the cum on Dokja’s face on his finger to push in Kim Dokja’s mouth. “Was it just like how you imagined it?”
Kim Dokja nodded. It was better than he’d imagined it to be. “But that's not all, is it dokja? You wanted more, you always screamed for more,”
Kim Dokja squeezed his legs together feeling the heat intensify. “Tell me what you want dokja,”
He swallowed hard, tasting Secretive Plotter everywhere in his mouth. “I-I want more,”
“Be specific darling,” Secretive Plotter grabbed his jaw pulling him up onto his unsteady feet. “I want you to say it,”
“I want you inside me. To mess me up and stain me until I can’t live without you,”
Secretive Plotter smirked. “You already can’t.”
Kim Dokja let out a choked sob. He reached for his god, grabbing at his drapes until it fell and grabbed onto the broad shoulders instead. “Kiss me please?”
Secretive Plotter circled Kim Dokja’s waist and pulled him up and off his feet to kiss him. Kim Dokja moaned into his soft lips, memorizing the feeling. He felt renewed just like when he first prayed to the god. Some yearning deep inside of him swelled, greedy for more.
Secretive Plotter set him down on the ceremony table at the front. The cold material stinging his back through his clothes. His god kissed him once more before turning him around to lay on his stomach, the tips of his toes barely reaching the ground.
His robes were pulled up to reveal his long slender legs, shiny with sweat. Kim Dokja squirmed, torn between hiding and pushing against Secretive Plotter’s hand that rested on his lower back.
His god’s large hands rubbed at his ass before grabbing a handful and pulling them apart. The thick air around them settled on his hole that twitched every time those calloused hands squeezed his ass.
“Hmm? What's this?” Kim Dokja froze. He felt a thumb brush past his asshole down to where the tape covering the rest of him started. As a man of worship Kim Dokja took an oath to save himself for Secretive Plotter. a sign of virginity, of purity. “Saving yourself for someone?”
Kim Dokja burned letting out soft mewls as Secretive Plotter thumbed the damp tape on his pussy. “Ah for you! An oath for you,” His legs widened and he tilted his hips up to grind on Secretive Plotter’s finger.
“Is that so? Don’t lie to me dokja, I’ve seen you fuck yourself on your fingers.” Secretive Plotter pressed hard on his pussy trying to breach the tape. “Or did you mean that your body is mine to do with as I please?”
Kim Dokja’s head was spinning. His legs tensed. “Yes, yes my god all yours!” Kim Dokja panted, looking over his shoulder with half lidded eyes at his god. He reached back to peel the tape, the sticky residue clinging onto his sensitive skin.
The god pulled Kim Dokja’s hands off, palming the tape over his pussy. The heat was enough to make him moan, the sound echoing in the empty church.
Hands pulled apart his cheeks, a thumb brushing on his shy furl. “It’ll be a shame to take you now my dear star, not when you saved yourself for so long. I don’t want to destroy you yet. There will be a next time, but for now I'll take another part of you,” His god spits right at his hole, pushing at his hole so the spit flows in.
“No please, I need it.” Kim Dokja whined. Desperation crawled in his chest. His god didn’t want him. Tears welled up in his eyes. “Please my god,”
“Shh, ill take you, ruin you, breed you within time. Be patient dokja,” Secretive Plotter pressed a finger inside, it was thicker than the three fingers dokja would use. He keened as he took it down to his knuckle. His insides clenched down on the finger that filled him up. What would his god’s cock feel like? That thick and long cock bearing down on him, he feels like he could lose his mind.
“Ah ah” Kim Dokja let out stuttered moanes as the finger pumped inside him. It stretched him so good, the bumps of his god’s bones teased his walls. Desire burned at his core he wants more and more until he can’t take it. “Please more,”
Secretive Plotter continued, punching out sounds from within Kim Dokja’s soul. He smiled at the sounds of begging that fell from his star’s mouth. So pretty, so vulgar. His god took out his finger and laud the tip of his cock on the eager hole.
“Yes, yes! Please my god i can't take it anymore please,”
“Please what dear?”
“Please fuck me. Take your big godly cock and fuck me, ruin my hole. Brand me so I’m yours,”
Kim Dokja gasped as the tip went in, he felt another glob of saliva join in making him even wetter than before. He moaned loudly as the girth of his god’s cock stretched him wide. He felt like he was being split apart yet instead of pain all he felt was pleasure. Pleasure from knowing he was granted the privilege of being loved by his god, by being useful as a fucksleeve.
“God more please!” Kim Dokja moaned as inch by inch went inside. He grasped at the edge of the table, unable to find anything to hang onto. He can only take his god’s cock and nothing else.
“So greedy. So sinful, I must cleanse you of your sins.” his god growled out. He reached for the prayer beads around Dokja’s neck and pulled, sinking the rest of his length to the hilt. Kim Dokja’s back arched as his breath got caught in his throat.
“Ngh!” Kim Dokja clawed at the prayer beads that dug into his neck as his god fucked into him in hard thrusts. His insides were melting as the thick cock molded his walls.
Slaps of skin resounded in the room. Spots filled his vision as he looked out onto the empty pews in front of him. He clenched down hard imagining the people watching him, watching the god that they revered fuck a lowly worshiper like a slut.
“I can hear you. You want people to see you like this? All ruined and choked out. A man of character and virtue reduced into a common whore. What would they think?” Secretive Plotter pulled at the beads so Kim Dokja’s back was against his chest. Kim Dokja let out a loud sob. His thighs were drenched in sweat and slick. He glanced down to his body seeing his stomach bulging from the long and thick cock penetrating him. He pressed his hand on it feeling it move under his skin.
With each thrust his body wound itself taut. His muscles strained to contain all of his desire and pleasure. He moaned into the air feeling the edge of heaven within his reach. His god wrapped his large hand around Kim Dokja’s throat and the other on his stomach pulling him down on his cock harder and deeper, touching places where he’d never been touched.
His world spun as his hole clenched down. His taped up pussy gushing slick down his thighs. He was cumming, hard. “God! Yes! Cum i’m cumming!”
Something snapped inside his core. Like strings cut, Kim Dokja descended into white hot pleasure. The hands on his body burned. His mouth fell open in a silent scream as waves of ecstasy crashed into him.
His god kept his thrusts hard and fast, lifting Kim Dokja easily up and down his cock. He pressed Kim Dokja down on the altar smearing their sweat and Kim Dokja’s juices all over the ornate table. Kim Dokja was too far gone, his body all weak and wrecked. Small continuous orgasms overrode his body making his walls pulse and pump Secretive Plotter’s cock.
“Oh dokja. My star, keep praying to me and i’ll make your dreams come true. Let me worship you as you have to me. My dokja.” His god whispered into the night, holding Kim Dokja’s body close as he reached his peak, pumping Kim Dokja full.
“Maybe in this world we can be together,” Secretive Plotter smiled at Kim Dokja’s rolled up eyes and faint smile on his pink lips. He moved his hips around, frothing up his cum in dokja. He spread his palm on Kim Dokja’s stomach feeling the heavy weight of him and his cum pressing ever so gently.
Kim Dokja wheezed holding a hand on top of Secretive Plotter’s. His body was still shaking and his mind was still up in the clouds.
Secretive Plotter pressed a light kiss on Kim Dokja’s shoulder and pulled away. The sight of Kim Dokja’s ruined body had his cock throbbing for more. Still he let Kim Dokja rest with the mess between his legs. Secretive Plotter lingered on the tape on Kim Dokja’s pussy, his cum from his ass dribbling down. Next time, he’ll have him completely. Make him bear the seed of a god.
But for now Secretive Plotter draped Kim Dokja in his star lined cloth, holding him close, keeping the night still until he was ready to part with his star.