Letters to the Editor

A letter from an overjoyed faggot whose training paid off. Just goes to show you that training is real and it pays off:

“Dear Sir Todd,

Please feel free to post excerpts or the whole letter. I give YOU total copyright

its MASTER has demanded that it confess to YOU all about its very first meeting with the ALPHA god that is now it’s owner. So the following is a blow-by-blow account of what went down…

It was a Saturday night and it agreed to meet up at Starbucks with the man it had only met for a momzent earlier that same day.

The reason it agreed to meet at all, was to talk with MASTER SCOTT, to quite frankly, explain why they will NOT have any intimate time together and why it couldn’t become his slave. It had rehearsed it’s lines over and over again in its head until it was sure it could say it’s piece and go, leaving behind any idea that it was going to perform (anything) for MASTER SCOTT or anyone else for that matter… EVER!

It sat alone in Starbucks, impatiently waiting for Scott to show up. At one point it thought that the meeting may very well turn out to be moot, if Scott hadn’t really intended to show.

Then the door opened and in walked a handsome, blue eyed, Italian/American wet dream of a god.

He listened patiently to my well rehearsed speech. Then he suggested that we take a ride in his car so we could talk “more privately.”  I of course agreed.

Once he started driving, it only took a moment before HE took my hand and  placed it on the huge hard bulge in HIS pants. When HE saw the look on my pathetic face, HE opened HIS pants, moved HIS right hand to the back of my head and guided me towards HIS amazing cock. i needed no coaxing. It was as if i was, at long last,  being called home

After enjoying the wet deep throating for several minutes, HE pulled into an empty, open field behind the local mall. Once he parked, he ordered me to strip naked. After throwing my clothes into the back seat, HE emptied the to-go cup HE had of its coffee contents, aimed his cock over the cup and proceeded to take a long hot piss into it. Then methodically, HE replaced the cover and handed me the cup. Without a single word, HE put the car back into drive, and i dutifully swallowed every last drop of his golden nectar.

HE said it was at that point that HE knew beyond a doubt that it was going to be his personal, fag, urinal, and yes, full-service toilet.

Fast forward to the present, and here we are today, at HIS command i go into public men’s rooms to lick dirty urinals clean, keep my pussy shaved baby smooth, shove my own toothbrush up my bum,  drink his piss, clean his ripe armpits with my tongue, and I am eagerly awaiting to become his shit eater and human toilet paper slave. This is about to happen any day, maybe this very weekend.

it is beyond a doubt, the LUCKIEST fagget alive!

Humbly,

Fagpig dino “