Joon! Welcome to the harem of Bato, Iranian prophet of love 🇮🇷. From Iran to Bulgaria, now in Germany. Sufism philosophy. Pictures are unrelated to the texts.
Who is who in Batojoon:
I am Bato, Iranian refugee in Germany
I live with my Bulgarian angel boy.
The Ukrainian Bear lives with us.
The Bear breeds one little shy puppy.
I own three other puppies: one sport masc, one camp slut and one pretty chub.
Who wants to join the family?
Forget your family
Leave your husband
Quit your job
Close your bank account
Break your phone
Burn your Identity Card
And leave with the Iranian man you just met in the cruising place. Because he gave to you in 30 minutes a reason to live.
To exist as inanimate human rubber doll.
You had offered shelter to Bahram, Iranian refugee. He asked if a friend could come in the evening.
When you got home your living room is packed with Iranians.
So you risk it all and start with Bahram.
They keep talking while you eat their feet.
Do you risk, start with c0cks?
The process has been a complete success: the doll is submitted, empty minded, completely obsessed to the pleasure of her Soltan. Now she is his property, object of pleasure... until the Iranian Soltan decides to release her, if he ever decides to.
Her world is serving the Soltan.
In Iran. If one doll is invited by the group of men, she know what it means. Single men who can’t breed their girlfriends until marriage need relief.
Doll is considered trash. Cumdump. But hidden friendships are possible. Sometimes one man lets that being be his secret friend.
Yes to liberation.
The Liberation of Wh0res to express their sexuality.
The Liberation of the Oppressed LGBT to be themselves.
The Liberation of Men who need a doll.
The Liberation of P
@lestine
, so innocent people don’t die.
So we lend our voices only to the sounds of freedom.
You want to be chosen. Maybe loved?
Out of your life. Out of your body.
And I wish to embrace that little boy inside you, the one unloved. The one so lonely.
He is inside of you forever.
And now I will carry him in my arms forever.
I use Bear as furniture. My cushion, sometimes mattress. He loves “playing” that. He is embarrassed to do things for real, his Slavic roots denying him to enjoy being sub. But disguised as playing he is s sub for me. Yesterday he was footrest. What else should I “play” with him?
We are this week on the beach. I eat like pig and sleep a lot. Angel boy and puppies go out in the night with the two big Bulgarian brothers. Boy comes back drunk and horny.
He wakes me up to ride my c0ck. Like prostitute he moves and moans. Then he collapses and snores hahaha
My musk is addictive. Yesterday one puppy confessed me in whisper he came home to visit because he could not be another day without his head resting on my crotch. We watched a film and he sat on the floor with his head resting on my hard on. He sniffed so much I know he got dizzy
Not only we take your jobs and mix your race. Yeah, fragile European cvnt. But we corrupt your sons and turn them into dolls.
The teenage son is the creature I most mishandle. Slapping with feet, chocking, shoving foot to the throat. Breeding so deep he shits.
Oh how he moans.
Yesterday there was fight between two puppies. My angel boy and Bear’s puppy. I was tired. I slapped both hard and put them in a separate room.
To punish a wh0re make her hear you breeding others. So Bear and I we used another puppy. When they tried to go out I slapped again.