Arab Humiliates Bottom Bitch Boy with Piss

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In the sultry, dimly lit dungeon of depravity, the stage was set for a scene of raw, unadulterated domination and humiliation. The Arab master, a towering, muscular behemoth adorned with intricate tattoos that snaked across his chiseled chest and down his arms, stood menacingly as he surveyed his quivering prey. The boy, a twink of a bottom bitch, knelt before him, eyes downcast, awaiting the commands of his superior.

The Arab’s beard, a dark, thick mane, accentuated his harsh, demanding features. His piercing gaze bored into the boy as he spoke, his voice a low, threatening growl. “You will serve me, boy. You will worship me as the superior male that I am. Your purpose is to fulfill my every desire, no matter how vile or degrading. Understand?”

the boy nodded, his voice trembling as he whispered, “Yes, Sir. I understand. I exist to serve you.”

The Arab smirked, satisfied with his slave’s submission. He grabbed a fistful of the boy’s hair, wrenching his head back, exposing his delicate throat. “Remove my cock, boy. Take it deep in your pathetic mouth.”

With trembling fingers, the boy unfastened the Arab’s pants, his eyes widening as he beheld the massive, throbbing member that sprang free. He leaned forward, parting his lips, and took the thickness into his warm, wet mouth. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking and slurping noisily around the impressive girth.

“That’s it, boy. Worship your master’s cock like the good bitch you are. Take it deeper.”

The Arab thrust forcefully, hitting the back of the boy’s throat. The boy gagged, tears springing to his eyes as he struggled to breathe around the huge cock violating his mouth. The Arab gripped his hair tighter, holding him in place as he fucked his throat brutally.

“Swallow it, you bottom bitch slut. Milk my cock with that filthy mouth.”

The boy’s eyes watered as he forced himself to relax his throat, taking the relentless cock deeper. He sucked harder, his tongue swirling around the head, gathering the beads of precum. The Arab cursed, grinding his hips, slamming his cock in and out of the tight, wet heat.

Suddenly, the Arab yanked the boy off his cock, throwing him onto his back. He stood over him, his cock jutting obscenely, a stream of saliva connecting his member to the boy’s lips. The boy lay there, chest heaving, his mouth and chin slick with spit.

“Beg for my piss, bitch,” the Arab commanded. “Beg for the privilege of cleaning my cock with your tongue.”

The boy’s eyes widened, but he knew his place. “Please, Sir. Please let me clean your cock with my tongue. Please let me show my devotion.”

The Arab laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. “You will have to do better than that, boy. Beg more desperately. Convince me of your worthiness to be my piss toilet.”

The boy’s face flushed with humiliation, but he complied. “Please, Sir! I beg of you! Let me clean your magnificent cock! I want to taste your piss, to swallow your golden nectar! I am nothing but a lowly bitch, unworthy of your piss, but please, let me have the honor! Use me as your fucking piss slave! Make me drink your piss until my belly is full! Please, Sir! Please!”

The Arab observed the boy, who was now trembling and quaking on the floor, eyes pleading and desperate. He smiled, a cruel, sadistic twist to his lips. “Very well. You may pleasure me with your tongue. But first, drink your fill.”

The boy didn’t hesitate. He slipped his mouth over the Arab’s cock again, sucking fervently as he awaited the first splash of piss. It wasn’t long before he felt it – a hot, forceful stream of urine filling his mouth.

The piss was bitter and strong, and the boy struggled not to gag as it filled his mouth, overflowing his lips and dripping down his chin. He swallowed as much as he could, his throat burning from the acidic liquid. The Arab kept pissing, painting the boy with his golden stream.

Finally, with a grunt and a shudder, the Arab emptied the last drops of piss on the boy’s face. The boy gulped, coughing slightly as he took in a breath. The Arab roughly grabbed his hair again, forcing him to gaze up at his dripping, pissed-on face.

“Well, bitch? Was that not the greatest piss you’ve ever tasted? You liked having your master’s piss filling your mouth, did you not?”

The boy nodded, his voice hoarse and tired. “Very much, Sir. Thank you for gifting me with your piss. I am honored to be your piss slave.”

“Good,” the Arab growled. “Now clean my cock with your tongue, wipe my piss off my body. Worship me as the Master you serve.”