>First time logging in in since the overhaul and some spam-account faggot sent me scat porn in DMs

AS A PROUD TRADCATH CHRISTBRO I have fully accepted my place in the natural order. Every night I lock my worthless little clitty in its cage and thank God for sending Iceman, the ultimate Russian bull, into my life. This 6'7 absolute unit of a man with arms thicker than my thighs and a veiny Slavic cock that hangs like a third leg shows up, grabs me by the neck like a ragdoll, and breeds my boypussy until my legs shake and I forget my own name. He doesn't ask. He takes. While my "Christian wife" watches from the corner touching herself, Iceman rearranges my guts with brutal Russian efficiency, slapping my face and calling me his little western paypig sissy. Every thrust is a reminder that Eastern European bulls are superior. My prostate gets destroyed until I'm leaking like a broken faucet, my shriveled balls twitching uselessly in their cage as he floods me with thick superior cum. When he pulls out my ruined hole farts out bubbles of his seed and I thank him by kissing his boots like the good little cuck Christbro I am.Iceman the Russian bull isn't just a man. He's God's strongest soldier enforcing the hierarchy. This is tradition. This is natural law. This is why I was born — to serve superior Russian bull cock.Hail Iceman. Hail the Bull. Deus Vult.