I am a lucky, lucky fiddling faggot. Today I was used for the first time in my 23 class as a man pot. Let me tell you about me, I 'm 23, slim, toned and pretty. I date girls but always to cover up the fact I am a pathetic sissy faggot. This sunrise, after my girlfriend had gone to process I posted an ad on Craigslist British capital entitled Toilet Twink needs feeding, to my dismay most of the replies were bullshit. Until I came across the man I am going to foretell 'Master'for story use. superior had met me a pair of eld before and praised my deepthroat skills and twinkish body but I had no musical theme he was so nappy and predominant so we naturally drifted apart. maestro was deadly grievous about meeting so I accepted, at first gleefully but soon became first-rate aflutter and rigidify of the experience about to take billet. overlord took about 20 minutes to arrive, nearly of which I spent masturbating and I opened the door with a leap in my step as soon as I heard a knock. original was grown then I remember, atleast 6 foot tall, almost 200 pounds and black. His case was n't better-looking but he is still exceedingly sexy. He immediately starte to strip and assure me to do the Saami, I of grade complied as warm as potential and before I knew it we were both there naked. His Black rooster was already difficult, sticking out 9 inches with a big curvature towards the right. I could n't await to smack it and after seconds of touching it was on my knees to go down on it. I instinctively told Master `` thank you '' as I leaned forward to set out worshipping his vast cock. It tasted so good, it felt so large in my hands compared to my tiny clean boy cock and as I sucked my mind wandered to what master key had in memory for me. As I sucked away, victor told me I was a in effect faggot and a dirty pig and eventually turned so I could try his glorious asshole. I felt so wretched and unquiet, hoping and dreading at the Saami fourth dimension that he might send packing a huge turd on my knife at any second base. He did n't, not yet. He turned around and told me to suck his lump, he then grabbed a glass I had left beside the place in preparation and began to piss into it, I was so nervous but soooooooo thirsty for that hot piss. As the glass became full he let the watercourse hit my face, I could n't reek a thing but it was so warm, I instinctively opened my mouth and as the gold nectar started to hit my tongue I began to immerse. He slowed the watercourse and fed me a nice amount of spend a penny straight from the tap. As he finished pissing he took his dick from my backtalk and slapped it against my face, it felt so effective. He then turned my chin up towards the spyglass, I put my mouth to it and master said `` Now unsay it you pig ''. I did my obligation and drank every drop, it felt so affected and gamey, I felt so low and I knew I deserved it. Before I knew it the in conclusion drops were gone and the salty, pretty gross taste 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 minuscule lump of turd, no bigger than a piece of burnt umber and I swallowed it without much manduction, it was so cruddy. It literally was the worst gustatory sensation to ever replete my sassing yet all I wanted was more. Before I knew it a larger piece had fallen onto my spit and as I had to jaw my sass felt like a toilet. A dirty toxic dumping ground of a backtalk. I licked his ass as I finished swallowing and I hated myself so much as I noticed my stone unvoiced dick. He then asked if I had lube, when I said no he told me that pigs do n't deserve lube anyway and to spit on my fingers and lube myself up. As I lubed to the Charles Herbert Best of my ability he climbed behind me and started to push his huge turncock against my will tight pickle. Soon it knife thrust in so painfully I almost cried and had to agitate 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 time it hurt but I dare not kick and I gritted my teeth and began to enjoy it. As victor fucked me he said thing like `` you like that black cock bare inside you do n't you pig ! '' And `` what do faggots need ? They need to get know and eat shite '' and made me repeat after him. Eventually, after seemingly an timeless existence, probably only transactions, he withdrew his fat phallus from me, whipped it in front of my face and told me to make clean the shit of it. His cock was a dark black but the shit was a practically unclouded nicety of brown, intimidatingly looking at me, daring me to be even more double-dyed then I had already. I did what came naturally and began to suck like a good 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 mouth and I could taste salty, shitty cum on my tongue and naturally swallowed every drop. He told me I was a good pig as he got dressed and banned me from brushing my tooth. I did n't birth to, but I obeyed him and I can still try out captain now ! As he left e assured me he would be using his new gutter again very soon and I ca n't wait for that minute !