Feeding the Throne
Valentina Lux
A Feast Fit for the Filthy: 48 Hours of No Human Food
This weekend, I embarked on a daring culinary experiment with My Pretty Man, denying him any human food for 48 straight hours. This extended clip unfolds in three parts. Day 1 Morning: As usual, I started his day with a meal sourced directly from me. The night before, I had indulged in meat ravioli smothered in fiery arrabbiata sauce, resulting in a generous portion. My Pretty Man devoured every bit without hesitation, proving himself to be the perfect human Turkish toilet. Daytime: Since my digestive system only operates once daily, he had to fend for himself for dinner. I tasked him with producing his own meal in the filthy box from my previous experiment (still unwashed, of course). Sadly, his efforts yielded little sustenance. To compensate, I introduced the cheapest dog food I could find, mixing it with his own creation before force-feeding him the rancid blend with gloved precision. Day 1 Evening: After his “meal,” it was my turn to dine. KFC’s spicy chicken wings were on the menu, and as expected, they worked their fiery magic. What I consumed would become his breakfast, delivered straight from my asshole the next morning. Day 2 Morning: His KFC-inspired breakfast was served, though it was far from pleasant. The spicy aftermath left us both uncomfortable—me with a burning rear, and him with a scorched mouth and tongue. I commanded him to hold the fiery concoction in his mouth while I tested his gag reflex, pushing the mess deeper with my fingers. Looking ahead, I plan to push the boundaries further by feeding him exclusively my creations for three entire days. Rest assured, I’ll stockpile a diverse range of “dishes” to keep him from hunger. If you’re ready to explore the darkest corners of your fantasies, don’t hesitate to reach out. Let’s make your most twisted dreams a reality! ;)
