The Flagellant

As you scrunch your eyes shut feeling the tears slow, your bottom burning with a horrid wet heat, part of you wants to slip your hand there to see if you're bleeding but another doesn't want to move or know, as if knowing would make it somewhat more real. Your spiraling pity is broken by a bang on the wall and you open your eyes a fraction to see another hardened man stick jutting through the hole. The shaft is dark and the purple end almost seems to be hanging in midair due to the blackened walls and poor light. A voice reverberates through the thin wall.

"Hey baby, the last guy said you took him bareback and raw in your ass, you must be a real flagellant."

Suddenly your mind is filled with images of people whipping themselves for the penance of their sins. Maybe this is the Lords plan for you, through this pain and debasement your sins shall be forgiven? Fornication is an earthly sin though and surely you cannot expiate your sins through such sexual gratification. But the choice of words must be more than convenience. Surely the Lord wills action rather than inaction, if only you knew what his true commandment was.

You pull yourself up, kneeling before this long black rod, it isn't thicker than the last but is longer. You bring it into your mouth and instantly get 'rewarded' with compliments on your skill. Your lips and tongue dance up and down the shaft as the mans hips buck slightly forward and back sawing his cock into your mouth. But what action to take, does the Lord wish for you to receive a load on your face or should you subject yourself to further agony by taking this long black dick into your 'ass'?