Kingly rapings

Faithfulness clasped its hollow words around my throat forcing me to my knees and drooled as Morality bled its spill into my mouth. Judgment pushed me down, binding my golden wrists, whispering blasphemous deeds done while massaging its hard-on against my back. Normality thought twice, then remembered my rejection and in anger abused my beauty, satisfying its bored fists. With a nod, Expectation and Decency snickered obediently grabbing and licking my ankles, refusing to admit the deliciousness of my disobedience. My legs unfurled, their muscles thrashing against the thought of multitudes and wasted lives lived dormant and unfulfilled. Tradition's gaping hole spitting onto its celebrated shaft jerking off in a shaded corner. I turn my face, defiant of their falsities and miscarriage. Righteousness, bold and dripping with egotistical determination clutch my face between dominant palms wanting shame to lube my nakedness. My refusal is penanced as massive cock fucks and bludgeons me mercilessly, again and again, passing my revolt between semen-soaked hands with the stink of centuries-old saliva from unworthy kings. I furrow my pain and mind under pampered soil burying the hated deceits that cripple. I break through steeples floorboards hiding hidden freedoms. On sat pews they are deaf to the breaking of taught barriers. Denying lips silences it's witnessing how free and utterly in love I am with every piece of my brokenness.