Now, Joseph was clearly an adult, albeit a young one still. At age 24, he was a dominant gay white stud, the kind that would plow through boy after boy, stretching them out and leaving them gaping for more, even converting some "bi-curious straight" lads to total homoerotic submission. His lean frame was not overly muscular, but his humongous tool had tamed more than a beast : gym rats' gains simply couldn't do anything against such a juicy package, handled with the skill and care of many years of conquests.
However, at this very moment, when confronted to the titanic evidence of his own utter inferiority, something snapped deep within his soul : this was his life now.
This was what a real cock should look like. What it looked like.
THis was the true bitch-breaker, the Master Sword, the Ultimate Tool, the Magnum Opus of Eros.
THIS glorious rod of flesh was the one he had sought all his life.
KEN
KEN was his new Master. His superior. His provider.
ASIANS
KEN was an Asian. Asians are all like KEN.
KEN acted surprised at first. He must not be considered BIG amongst ASIANS.
This means the godly yellow race is truly on another level...
Asians are worthy of worship. They are the true dominants on this Earth. In this instant, Joseph blamed himself for being so blind to this plain truth. He was astray, but KEN had brought him back to reason. He was lost, and KEN gifted him the sight of his PILLAR OF GREATNESS.
Now he could see the light.
Now he was awakened.
Now...
"I asked, do you like what you see boy?"
The booming voice of his Master brought him back from his torpor:
"YES DADDY!", exclaimed the eager white kid, this cry coming from the deepest reaches of his soul.
He then proceeded to try gulping down the big great shaft, instantly choking on it from the sheer girth that stretched his jaw. Joseph moaned and his eyes were filling with tears as he forced himself to properly worship his new lord. He was aching and wriggling, doing his best to...
"Hey, hey, hey there, calm down little one"
Joseph looked up to see the beautiful serene face of his owner
"I wouldn't want you to die on the tip of my shaft"
With a powerful flick, his yellow master popped this little cock-hungry mayo packet off his shaft. Joseph's mouth plopped out loudly as he was ejected back into the seat with a thud.
"Now, how about you take it easy and...
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