I look out at the colourful parade of smiling sinful people, something inside me, something I refuse to acknowledge claws at my mind, as if desperately trying to reach the surface, feelings that I force down, quickly replacing them with the familiar feelings of anger and hatred and confusion, feelings that they caused me. As two men pass by I feel the need to confront them, to argue against them, to argue against my own feelings, then maybe then I'll feel as I'm supposed to, I may not convince them but I can at least convince myself. As I speak the word of god they stop, their faces annoyed.

"We're just trying to have a good time, why don't you lot for once leave us alone?" Me leave them alone? They're the ones who are confusing people.

"It's wrong for one person with a penis to have sex with another person with a penis and that is that!" I watch as the degenerates from the pride parade move on up the road, the ones who dared to challenge my beliefs walking away and shake their heads after failing to justify their sins to me. I turn and walk back inside the building, satisfied with myself for trying to save their souls and suppressing my own sinful thoughts, as I enter I see several new people sitting in the church, maybe my words got through. I watch as someone enters the confession box and I walk into the other side, sitting down and putting on a friendly voice.

"Speak son, confess to god of your sins." I sit in silence waiting for the man on the other side to speak.

"It's more your sins that I'm worried about father." I raise an eyebrow curiously. Does he know of my hidden and shameful struggles, my disgusting lustful desires for men?

"And what sins are those?"

"Hatred, lies, self deception, hypocrisy, spite, persecution." How dare he? I've had enough. What's that sound? I hear a small hissing noise, my head grows dizzy. Is that some sort of gas? I stagger to my unsteady feet and through the small gaps in the box I see the new visitors calmly walking towards me.

"It's time to face judgement and confess father, once you do then you can be born again as who you really are." I fall backwards onto my seat as my legs give out and the world goes dark.

I awake in darkness, my head feeling sluggish and heavy as I struggle to move, noticing that I'm naked and that my arms are pinned uncomfortably behind my back, held in place by metal bands, my hands kept together in prayer, metal bands wrapped around each finger and thumb, another around my hands and another around my wrists, permanently forcing my palms together. Managing to sit up I feel a pain in my crotch and try to cry out, only to hear an incoherent muffled noise, feeling around my my tongue I find that I'm gagged with some sort of ring, one holding my mouth open wide and preventing me from speaking, and I have plenty to say to them.

I'm suddenly blinded by light as the door to my small and cramped prison is opened and a man in a prison officers uniform pulls on a heavy chain, tugging on the metal collar locked around my neck and forcing me out of the closet like space and into the light. Once my eyes adjust i see several uniformed men and suddenly feel exposed and vulnerable, looking down at my naked body, completely unable to cover up my... at that point I realise what the pain I felt earlier was and my mind goes numb with shock. Looking down at my crotch I see only my two balls, where my cock should be only a small and tiny stump remains, my manhood is gone.

"Well, you did say that no one with a penis should have sex with another person with a penis. So we fixed that problem, you should practice what you preach afterall, maybe you can enjoy yourself in your new role here as our priest." I look around the room, one surprisingly containing various holy books of different faiths. Where am I and what does he mean my new role here? Something about this place reminds me of one of those sinful sites I have visited in times of weakness, the prisoner project.

"You see, us prison officers have to deal with a lot here at the prisoner project. We have to keep guard of all the inmates, only allowed to listen and watch as visitors torture and fuck them, and then there's looking after them, like emptying their waste buckets, none of which we can tell anyone about because this place is secret. Sometimes we need a bit of emotional support, someone to talk to and help us destress." Is that it? Then way am I naked and restrained?

"Anyway, it's time for the weekly service to begin, so kneel down and prepare to receive the offering." Unsure what is going on I do as I'm told and kneel down, as I do I look on in horror as all the guards undo their trousers and pull out their cocks, although not just horror, a part of me that I've kept hidden away inside can't help but stare at the line of cocks, my own stump twitching as the first comes up to me and slides his cock into my open mouth.

Epilogue:

I awake as the door to my home, really more of a storage closet furnished with only a waste bucket, is opened and I eagerly climb out ready to begin the service and help my flock. I kneel patiently, waiting hungrily for the first of many offerings, the warm cum filling my empty stomach and making my stump twitch, as I regret my words in a past life, one of self hatred, unable to accept my true self. Here in my imprisonment and bondage I've surprisingly found freedom and peace in myself, forced to confront what I've denied all my life, a denial that made me angry and bitter towards others who reminded me of it.

I rise to my feet, these days having perfect balance with my hands locked away in eternal prayer. I am led by my chain leash to the whipping post and several guards line up holding whips, each needing to relieve themselves and pass their burdens onto me. I scream into my gag as the sting of the whip cuts into my back and ass, each strike making me feel better as if I enjoy the punishment, atoning for ny past sins.

Unhooked from the post I'm led towards one of the guards, his hard cock ready to perform the ritual. Every week one officer gets to fuck me in my well stretched ass, one that I willingly raise up for him, my heavy and aching balls hanging below, while my stump twitches needingly, a small moan escaping my gagged mouth as he rams his cock into me and begins to thurst deep inside, his strong hands gripping my bond arms, ones currently praying desperately for relief after a week without any. As he fucks me another guard shoves his cock into my open and moaning mouth, turning my moans into gagging and choking noises as I'm spitroasted, pleasure building inside me as I'm taken from both ends. Feeling warm cum filling my ass and mouth, my stump squirts onto the floor and my legs shake as my mind fills with bliss as I drop to my knees and take the guards cock in my mouth and begin to clean it of my ass, the taste only making me horny and aroused once more.

As he pulls out and wipes his cock on my face I lower my head down to the hard wooden floor and lick up my cooling cum off the ground, making sure to keep my temple clean.

With services over I'm led back to my small cell and locked away inside, left with cum leaking out of my ass, the taste of cum and my ass lingering in my mouth and the inability to relieve myself of building desires until visited by the guards or the next service. I sit back in my cell and wait, my mind far better now that I'd let go of my hatred and embraced my true self, I'd only wished that I'd done so sooner. If I were ever allowed to speak again I would confess to being who I truely am and to be forgiven for my sins and to thank my captors for showing me the light.