Septic thoughts, limitless to my minds desires ~
As I walk into the blackened halls of perversion,
a slight glimmer of light echoes off their demanding faces ~
Their nocturnal eyes have adjusted to the dungeons darkness,
I stumble to the right side of this skanky chamber ~
Holes are cut out for their engorged members to protrude outward,
hands outstretched to greet my virginal arrival ~
Demonic chords blare satan from the speakers hanging in the corners ~
A hungry hand grabs my furry thigh as I steady my nimble nakedness,
a collage of Masters, men in black leather, slap me to the side ~
I watch carefully as they pass me by, inspecting, gritting their teeth ~
I smell the stench of fresh burbon piss and the aroma of toy oils,
A slippery arm, covered in Crisco without a doubt, grabs my manhood ~
I continue inward through this irresistable fertile maze,
the sounds of grunts and moaning capture the putrid air ~
A new door opens, tables of erotic tools displayed to entice foreplay,
men are clutching each other, stroking ones' own ~
Thumping walls and rattling chains around the next corner lasso my thoughts ~
Do I continue? Yes, of course, there is nothing I fear,
the Sling holds its' prey in a bound, vunerable position ~
Toys of perverted men are used in accordance,
I stand, I kneel, I watch as I came to do with no shame ~
I'm confronted by Daddy, a man so big, so beautiful, hairy and broad ~
I am not afraid, he is here to show me the way, yet, I feign resistance ~
His huge greasy arms reach around and pull me close, closer, bonding as one ~
I hesitate, but just for a fraile moment,
I want him badly, it shows through the polluted darkness as
he pulls me toward his greedy mouth, his thick beard engulfing my speechless lips ~
His lizard tongue entwines mine, we exchange our spit, I suckle and nurse on
his desirable eraser titts, as one should do when you're with Daddy ~
His gloved, readied hand covers my already granite-hard crotch ~
He pushes my boyish shoulders down to the floor, his thick meat drips,
my drooling mouth engulfs his love rod, I am obliged to do as told ~
Daddy pumps his farming equipment deep into my guts and plants his seed,
I dare not miss a drop of his pearly essence ~
Daddy whispers for his tender meal to get in to the sling and prepare our bonding ~
He inserts his massive searching fingers, stretching, opening, pumping in birthing lube,
his clenched fist follows as my second sphincter gives way to his gentle deep thrusts ~
I came without dominance, I shall leave submissive ~
The darkness is no longer a shadow, but a light by which I see ~
I shall return to Daddy,
for it is He, that pleases Me ~
This Boy shall accommodate your pleasures Sir ~
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