Face the crowd

You step forward and consider for a second how to 'climb on board' whilst not having to look at the crowd of man leering at you, but you pull up only blanks. The only way you can see to sit on his glistening shaft is to sit on it like a chair. So you turn away from Chuck and face the others crammed around the door, some kneeling so others further back can see but you are sure there are more there now then there was when you first noted there numbers.

So you bend as to sit, but more slowly. You heart jumps when you feel hands grab your hips, steering you down and Chuck quietly commands.

"Spread your ass cheeks. With your hands."

The bearded man kneels down before you, his smile is wide and perverse and his eyes flick between your ass and your face. You reach back and pull your buttocks apart and Chuck both pulls and supports your body down until the crown of his member presses once again against the rim of your behind. You feel him guide your body down, your ass twitching as his manhood presses against you. Chucks voice is calm but flecked with doubt and excitement.

"Relax. This only works if you relax. Relax your ass. If you want to do this then you'll need to relax."

The constant murmuring of the crowd is growing in excitement as the moment where they get to see your get fucked in the ass in person. The shame of the situation is overwhelming and your faith is struggling to believe that is horror is truly what the Lord wants for you.