Take a look at that free cock for the last time, sub. After this fuck session, I lock it up for good, and you wear my name around your neck. I own you now, fag-boy.
What do you say? Remember your manners boy…what do you say, out of gratitude for my attention? Say it!
There are so few real men who understand the needs of a faggot, it’s great to see them doing their God-given duties.
You ready for a beating, faggot?yes PLEASE!
Michael was amazed that faggots would actually pay him to beat them up! It turned him on to no end when the fags would kiss his hand right after he punched them in the face. His cock would get so hard, he would call one of his female bitches over to get the pounding of their lifetime.
"Damn, Coach, my girlfriend just broke up with me because she says my pits stink all the time. Can you smell them for me?"
The Clones were virtually mindless drones, except that they knew all there was to know about sex and fun and pain. They had been specifically bred to have exaggerated everything when it came to sex: huge bubble butt, tiny tight hole, huge dick and balls, the ability to orgasm multiple times an hour and keep on going, etc. This made them very popular with the Slaver’s customers.
I love fingering my baby girl’s cunt, getting her boipussy ready for an afternoon pounding.