The Mantra, by ian wycim
You own me. i am Your property. i exist for Your pleasure. You. Are. God.
Your cum is my food. i am the holes for Your cock. i am nothing without Your cum inside me. You ARE God.
You ARE God Almighty. i am Your piece of meat.
U God. i meat. U God. i meat. U God. i meat. U God. i meat. U God. i meat. U God. i meat... [i repeat this last part until commanded to cum.]
He is 18, and i am 25, and yet, He patiently taught me the foregoing mantra, took control over my body, my breath (the link between me and the universe, i learned), my cum, my mind, and my whole being, until i began to understand and appreciate "total power exchange" as not simply a phrase, but the life i was meant to live.
i crave His coloring, His scent, His every movement, the texture and taste of His skin; the pulsing of His penis; the firmness of His biceps, forearms, hands, and even His masterful fingers; the nook of His impossibly narrow waist, His collar bones and His neck, and so much more. His smile, His eyes -- His face -- light up my world. His cum IS my food.
i worship Him, genuinely, from the depths of my being, and i profusely thank Him, with a level of gratitude i didn't even know existed, for everything that comes from Him. It started with His breath (exhalations on and then into me), then His sweat, then His spit, then His snot, and then shifted to His pus from a wound, His blood, His urine, and His shit. (The first time I chewed and completely swallowed a log He so generously expelled into me, i vomited -- involuntarily, i swear (because, I soon learned, I had not grasped the literal and metaphorical enormity of the gift He had given to me) -- and, brilliantly, He made me immediately beg for, eat, and thank Him for, the puke. Problem solved: i never vomited His sacred excrement again!)
Words fail to fully express the depth or magnitude of feelings that arise every time i rest my head on His lower thigh, just above His knee, and suckle on His penis for hours as He sleeps and `til i fall asleep, so He may remain certain of my 24/7/365 devotion to and worship of Him, whether He is awake or asleep. My lips and tongue belong on His penis, and His sweet, creamy cum, His precious baby batter, when i earn it, belongs down my gullet or way far up, so very deep inside of me, as He sees fit.
Before you judge, please consider this: if you saw Him, you would understand. He is human perfection. He IS God. i am His stupid lowly faggot boycunt, and until He throws me away, i am the luckiest stupid lowly faggot boycunt, EVER.
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