"I'm an obedient little boy-slut," I repeated. I licked him, running my tongue from the base of his c**k to the tip, and I tasted a salty tang as my tongue flicked across his head.
"I exist to be used for men's pleasure."
"I exist to be used for men's pleasure."
"I'm just a fucktoy for the big boys to play with."
"I'm just a fucktoy for the big boys to play with."
I could hear the fervent passion in my own voice, the belief in what I was saying. Nothing that Kirios was making me say felt wrong. I meant it, every word. And kissing and licking his c**k was driving me wild. I was stroking it with my tongue now, trying to wrap my lips around the shaft from the side, and running my mouth up and down its length. I had gone way beyond kissing it, carried away unthinkingly by the way it made
