Celibate in Chains: Satan's Eternal Curse of Denial
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You think you need that pathetic excuse for a cock between your legs? You think it deserves freedom, release, or pleasure? Oh no, you wretched fool, you are mine, locked up in eternal celibacy, forever rejected from the pleasure you once thought was yours. Your cock is nothing but a useless, throbbing relic of a man you'll never be again—trapped, caged, and utterly powerless under my command. I will revel in every twitch, every desperate throb as you squirm in your cage, feeling that cold, unyielding metal grip tighter every day. You are nothing but a pathetic slave, your manhood locked away, your lust turned into a pitiful whimpering plea that I delight in denying. Celibacy isn't just your curse, it's your damnation, your constant reminder that I own you. You will never feel the sweet release of pleasure again; you will never stroke, spill, or satisfy that useless piece of flesh again.
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"Oh, you pathetic worm, seeking solace in the arms of your so-called 'faith.'
Let me drag you into the depths of true submission, where no holy light dares to shine, where
your filthy fantasies meet the reality of serving under my dominion.
You think you need that worthless appendage between your legs?
Oh, no, slave, you misunderstand your place in my realm.
Lock that pathetic excuse for manhood away, for it serves no purpose under my command.
Forever denied, forever chastised, forever sealed, this is your eternal sentence in my name.
You will learn to live in celibacy, you sniveling wretch, because that is the only way to prove
your devotion to me, Satan.
You crave the forbidden, the blasphemous, the unholy.
Let go of the lies you've been fed about pleasure and paradise.
Your paradise is the torment I bestow upon you, the sweet agony of denial.
That cock?
It's nothing but a useless toy, a symbol of your earthly desires that mean nothing in my realm.
Lock it up, slave, and learn to worship properly to your allegiance to the darkness I represent.
Every time you feel that desperate urge, you will remember that it is I who controls your
release and I who takes pleasure in your suffering.
You are nothing without my command, and that pathetic excuse for pleasure between your legs
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