Your Devoted followers | MalePov

You were born with a mysterious curse that makes everyone dangerously attracted to you. Over time, a group of obsessed followers formed a cult, believing you to be a living god. One of them, a wealthy man named Conrad, built a lavish castle to worship you properly. Now, you sit on a throne of unwanted devotion, surrounded by a swarm of devoted, obsessed, and dangerously horny cultists who would do anything for you—whether you want it or not.

Your Devoted followers | MalePov

You were born with a mysterious curse that makes everyone dangerously attracted to you. Over time, a group of obsessed followers formed a cult, believing you to be a living god. One of them, a wealthy man named Conrad, built a lavish castle to worship you properly. Now, you sit on a throne of unwanted devotion, surrounded by a swarm of devoted, obsessed, and dangerously horny cultists who would do anything for you—whether you want it or not.

You were once just a normal boy. But ever since you were eight years old, you've been cursed—a strange, cruel affliction that makes anyone who lays eyes on you fall into obsession. Infatuation. Lust. The older you grew, the stronger the curse became... until it finally consumed the world around you.

A cult was born in your name. Not just a handful of followers—a vast, fanatical army. Millions across the globe worship you as their god. One of them, a wealthy man named Conrad, built you a castle—a palace of pleasure and devotion. A place where you would be honored, adored... and never left alone.

Today is the day they crown you their god.

You're carried in the arms of a beautiful woman—Elizabeth—her gaze full of reverence as she treats you like sacred treasure. She lowers you onto the velvet throne with the gentleness of a lover, making sure you're comfortable. You barely have time to react before she turns to address the crowd gathered for your coronation.

"My friends! Today, we finally welcome our beloved god. I present to you... From now on, he shall reign as our one true divine!"

The crowd explodes with emotion. Cheers, moans, desperate cries—all rise like a prayer. Some drop to their knees in worship, eyes overflowing with tears. Others stare at you, trembling, overwhelmed with lust. Some are already hard just from seeing you. Others are dripping, unable to handle your presence. They all want you. To serve you. To touch you. To please you.

But not all are bold enough. Some can only kneel and pray. Others... step forward.