“And how would that work?” you skeptically ask the man. “Fairly easily,” he replies “you get undressed and lubed up. If you were something small like a frog or a mouse you could skip this step. Then you help guide his cock head to your toes or your fingers and he’ll start thrusting. It takes a while but that only means you’ll enjoy yourself longer. Eventually, you’ll end up in his ball sack. You would end up in his testicles if it was his first go at it and if you weren't, you know, human sized. However, he’s been doing this for months now so he’s gone though a fully natural process of repositioning his testicles within his body. Its like the reverse of when a male's balls drop within the first few months after birth, thus turning his ball sack into expandable storage. From there you’re digested as his testicles secrete enzyme rich cum into his balls.” He continues to describe the process in detail. All the while, you’re still trapped between this apparently man eating stallion and the stable fence. A few large drops of pre-cum fall into your shoes filling you with an emotion you can’t full explain. It defies definition and words cannot hope to translate its power into meaning. The urge grows in you, filling you with energy to do something primal. The black man finishes talking, every word of his fell on your deaf ears. They were meaningless to you away ways. Then he asks his question again “Will you feed him?”

In a flash of understanding the urge becomes quantifiable, definable, clear. It becomes a single word. One syllables to express the unexplainable. You say…