Chapter Two
Drew
I am a slut-boy.
I am a male who is shamelessly addicted to having his ass f****d at every opportunity. I can’t live without it and I feel distressingly incomplete every instant I’m not feeling a big hard c**k stabbing violently into my behind.
As gorgeous Mistress Dara leaves I do as she has ordered me to. I reflect and even joyously obsess on this new and incredibly apt identity as I at last lie down on the floor to eat. Taking care not to get my hair in my mouth or the bowl (something I am well practiced at as I’ve never been allowed to use utensils or even my hands while feeding) I quickly wolf down the delicious meal I’ve been provided.
The food here is yet another indication of the simply astonishing improvement in my circumstances. Though I’ve been trained to
