Black and Twisted: Worship

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Never before has there walke, a black man so perverted and proud. When I say no limits, that's what it means. No limits. I am highly marketable and mankind loves me. In the depths of my black nigger balls, there's a beautiful and sweet gift. A freedom that mankind has not cherished with its heart the way it should. They key to everlasting life- the breaker of conformity. Poz and charged, free at last. 

Some say I'm twisted because I worship the toxic seed, but I say- freedom is it's own reward. What greater joy is there than an room full of slammed up, poz pigs- worshiping and loving heir toxic bodies. Enjoying sharing strains with one another. Plotting on there next twisted deeds. Stealth. Stealth. Stealth. That's what the fire is saying. Free them , Free them all. Slammed up with each other's toxic blood; needles shared- they swap poz loads from hole to hole. Abuse each other's holes with chem piss and fisting. Double penetration, frozen poz nut, nut and chem piss smoothies, and all. They are disgusting and perverted creatures living in the beauty of their depravity.

Alone, I am , the Black Twisted Pig. In a see of beautiful white pussy, worshiping my glorious black body and dick. I am a God and I decree freedom and perversion. I escort the new shy pigs into the gates of sin and show them the glorious light that is worship. Worship my Dick! And you will be rewarded! In unison, all slammed up and chemmed up, they speak, " Yes Daddy." For there obedience they are tied down, collar to collar connected. Their glorious holes up in the are, on there backs- legs up. Chained together in twisted brotherhood. There reward- a night of endless pounding and anonymous dicks. As each one is pounded they look in the devious eyes of there attackers; proudly stamped with their biohazards. Each load they receive is a gift; and each dick they receive is a rewards. Filled with toxic piss and huge booty bumps. Each one slammed again! Corrupted and full, used and fulfilled. Each one, now a true brother; charged and ready to be free... 

( if liked, I'll make a part two) 


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Amen!!! Would love to worship at the altar of Your cock. From Your words and Your attitude, You are truly an Alpha Stud Black God that white fag pig bottoms like me should worship. Thank You for writing and sharing this, if You are in the Philadelphia area I'd love to serve You in person. If not, please feel free to message/email me so I may serve online. (That offer goes for any and all black Gods) Email: Kik: pensivemaniac. Thank You in advance.


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Hung Niggers with AIDS should be celebrated as the Gods of the gay community!  I'd marry one in a minute and be happy to support him.

Love your story (other than the drug references.  Just not my thing.)  


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