When we think about the process of drilling for oil, it can largely be reduced down to a few simple steps. A large drill bit gradually burrows into the earth on the end of an extending rod. Once the drill bit reaches the hidden reservoir of oil thousands of feet below the surface, it punctures the lid on the reservoir of oil. When punctured, the oil in the reservoir – which is under tremendous pressure – bursts out in a tremendously powerful and dangerous explosion from the newly-dug shaft.
True cunting is like that. It is the puncturing of a faggot’s deepest, most intimate reservoir, and unpredictably setting it loose.
I’ve been cunted a number of times (not to sound slutty, but I’ve seriously lost count) over my 22 years as a faggot. I still think the most extraordinary cunting was my first. That unexpected drop, the clenching explosions deep inside my body, the dizziness, the paralysis … it was like I had touched a high voltage wire with my pussy. It came out of nowhere and scared me to death. I’ve had sleep paralysis episodes, and I had the same out of body experience with cunting. Except cunting feels MUCH better!
But here’s something that didn’t ever happen to me: I never broke down emotionally or sobbed uncontrollably. I’m highly emotional, but I do consider myself to be a very stable faggot. If anything, cunting made me immediately hungry for more rutting, like a cat that has been stroked agreeably.
However, it seems like I might be in the minority. I continue to receive tales from faggots about how their cunting caused them to become overwhelmed with emotion and weep deeply. Sometimes this reaction scares the Alpha, who mistakenly thinks he’s hurt the faggot.
Rather than hurt the faggot, the cunting he delivered penetrated the deepest layers of the faggot’s soul, causing those emotions to burst forth like penetrated reservoirs of oil.
I was really touched by the story Cody the faggot once shared about such a cunting back in October, 2019 (CLICK HERE) where he broke down while being cunted by Sir Titus.
So I suppose it’s poetic that Cody was there to help his new fag brother Pinky deal with a similar cunting delivered by Master Dylan a couple of days ago.
Last night was my night for one on one with Master Dylan. He truly cunted me for a long time and then it happened.
I passed out and entered this other feeling, like I was drunk on his essence. I could feel myself crying with emotions and he asked me if I was okay, and I was, so he kept pounding my hole.
It was the most incredible experience I have ever had before!!! I felt really connected to him, like I’ve never felt so connected to someone before.
He didn’t do a fast rut or anything but it was deep and even and I felt drunk in a way. Drunk on him.
I was so embarrassed (about crying) at first, but Dylan told me to let it out. That I was a broken fag before him but he would put me back together and make me even better.
I borrowed one of Ethan’s plugs after when he was done with me and kept his cum in me until it had been absorbed. I don’t know if it was a mental thing or if there was something chemical but I felt so good having his cum in me.
All I can say is that I’m glad these faggots have had this experience gifted to them by Apex Protector Alphas like Sir Titus and Master Dylan! I’m especially blown away by Master Dylan. Fag ownership at this level is new to him, and honestly, he didn’t initially strike me as a particularly caring or tender Master.
But I was completely wrong. Write down the date. Yes, I am admitting my fault (LOL).
Master Dylan showed such a wide emotional range and a depth of understanding and tenderness with Pinky that I didn’t know he had. We must remember that cunting is alien to Men; they’ve never experienced it or can even fully comprehend it aside from the visible effects of their rut.
Yet Master Dylan held his shivering, weeping faggot and talked him through this most emotional experience. I’m so proud of him!
Cunting is the moment a Man claims more than the body of his faggot, but also claims its soul. The rut of the Man punctures the reservoirs hidden in the deepest place in a faggot, opens it, and causes an overwhelming rush of emotional oil.
It is the purest moment between a Man and a faggot, and it is more valuable than all of the oil on Earth.