I am a lucky, lucky little fag. Today I was used for the first time in my 23 year as a human gutter. Let me secern you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date fille but always to cover up the fact I am a miserable sissy faggot. This sunup, after my lady friend had gone to work I posted an ad on Craigslist London entitled toilette Twink needs alimentation, to my dismay to the highest degree of the replies were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to shout out 'Master'for story purposes. Master had met me a couple of years before and praised my deepthroat skills and twinkish body but I had no idea he was so kinky and dominant so we naturally drifted apart. Master was deadly serious about meeting so I accepted, at first gleefully but soon became tops spooky and petrified of the experience about to take place. passe-partout took about 20 minutes to arrive, nigh of which I spent masturbating and I opened the door with a spring in my step as soon as I heard a knock. maestro was handsome then I remember, atleast 6 metrical foot tall, almost 200 Lebanese pound and calamitous. His face was n't handsome but he is still super sexy. He immediately starte to strip and tell me to do the Lapplander, I of track complied as ready as potential and before I knew it we were both there naked. His pitch blackness prick was already gruelling, sticking out 9 in with a big curved shape towards the right. I could n't wait to taste it and after s of touching it was on my articulatio genus to nurse it. I instinctively told Master `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to begin worshipping his Brobdingnagian tool. It tasted so good, it felt so large in my mitt compared to my tiny Edward Douglas White Jr. boy stopcock and as I sucked my mind wandered to what Master had in store for me. As I sucked away, passkey told me I was a good queer and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could try his glorious arse. I felt so pathetic and nervous, hoping and dreading at the Lapplander time that he might drip a huge dirt on my tongue at any indorse. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to blow his musket ball, he then grabbed a deoxyephedrine I had left beside the billet in preparation and began to piddle into it, I was so neural but soooooooo thirsty for that hot piss. As the glass became full he let the flow hit my boldness, I could n't smack a thing but it was so lovesome, I instinctively opened my mouthpiece and as the halcyon nectar started to hit my knife I began to get down. He slowed the watercourse and fed me a prissy measure of wee-wee heterosexual person from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his dick from my back talk and slapped it against my nerve, it felt so unspoilt. He then turned my Chin towards the glass, I put my brim to it and master said `` Now bury it you pig ''. I did my duty and drank every drop, it felt so abnormal and naughty, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the last drops were gone and the salty, pretty gross preference was left in my mouth to linger. He turned yet again and told me to eat his ass and that a present was coming for his pig. As I licked away he slowly pushed out a pocket-sized lump of shucks, no bigger than a opus of chocolate and I swallowed it without much chewing, it was so filthy. It literally was the regretful taste to ever occupy my oral cavity yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a bombastic piece had fallen onto my natural language and as I had to chew my mouth felt like a privy. A sordid toxic dumping ground of a back talk. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my rock hard cock. He then asked if I had lube, when I said no he told me that slovenly person do n't merit lube anyway and to patter on my finger and lube myself up. As I lubed to the respectable of my ability he climbed behind me and started to push his huge stopcock against my will tight hole. Soon it thrusting in so painfully I almost cried and had to bear on him out of of me. I apologised again an again and after a few spanks I was forgiven and master was again impaling me on his huge dick. This prison term it hurt but I dare not complain and I gritted my teeth and began to enjoy it. As Master fucked me he said affair like `` you like that black stopcock bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do poof need ? They need to get screw and eat shit '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an timeless existence, probably only minute of arc, he withdrew his fat penis from me, whipped it in strawman of my face and told me to houseclean the jack of it. His cock was a dark black but the dump was a much lighter shade of brown, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more crying then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to suck like a beneficial pig. It was gross, it literally made me gag and want to puke but I was his pig so I loved it. Eventually he came in my mouthpiece and I could taste salty, shitty cum on my spit and naturally swallowed every drop. He told me I was a good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my teeth. I did n't experience to, but I obeyed him and I can still taste Master now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new toilet again very soon and I ca n't expect for that moment !