I got humiliated BAD at my Masta’s new storwa, “Ass Cream Delights”.

This week I have been basking in the hell hole that is Libtown. So much rain fell recently, it evens look like a beach—the beach in Jersey that is with all the medical waste and sewage. The most disgusting thing at the Libtown beach happened to my ass on my way to the sewage lake and you won't even believe it.

Me and David Downs got sprinkle cones at “Ass Cream Delights” right next to the lake and since Downs has a paper route he PAID because no one else will associate with his ass because he's always masturbating and he shits in his pants a lot—and my Masta, the Liberal Librarian orders my ass too, so I'm the only one who will be seen with him. I'm barely any better off than Downs though because everyone makes fun of my ass and beats me up a lot because I'm a fat fuck and I have a huge mouth and I'm always running from fights and crying and instigating everyone by falling in love with the most popular goyles and trying to molest them and everything.

So Downs and I are eating sprinkle cones and I start making fun of da Toid with mean names like "stupid hunky" and "grit-face" and "scuzz-master," only the Toid was standing just far enough away and I wasn't looking at him and was just talking to Downs the whole time, so it took the Toid a while to cop on that he was the object of my cutting commentary.

But then the Toid got wise because Downs was laughing too hard and actually I kid you not SHIT HIS ORANGE SWIM TRUNKS he was laughing so hard at me mocking da Toid just out of the Toid's hearing (oh, btw, the Toid was wearing--get this smeared shit and nothing else).

So the Toid gets wise and turns his shit self around and gives us a stare challenge, and he sees that my idiotic friend Downs has shit his trunks laughing, and the Toid says "Nice shit, fuck face!" And then he walks up to me and says "You weren't makin' fun o' ME perchance, was yis?"

And I barely had time to be surprised dat bastid could come up with the word "perchance" then he grabbed my wrists at the same time and shoved da sprinkle cones up my ass and humiliated me in front of the “Ass Cream” staff, one of which is this jail-bait slut I totally have a crush on and pass love poems to every day before I go to the lake. Did I mention that she's got a nice fuckin rack, too?

And I'm telling you—I was totally so laden with sprinkles and ice cream in my ass cavity that I could barely stand the shame of everyone's laughing and taunting. And then the Toid says "Why don't you shit YOUR pants, just like your retard friend, you fuck whore!?" Which was stupid, since I’ve neva been laid--you could practically fit an acorn around my dick, and so I take off sprinting toward the lake, where I found out later the Toid had been banned from entering because he doesn't have proper swim trunks only more greasy stool.

Nonetheless, I nearly pass out after 20 feet and da Toid caught my ass and held me hostage for like a half hour, taunting my ass in front of othas like that slut and Letravis Gorman and buying ANOTHER sprinkle cone and shoving it in my asshole, even though to the Toid's credit, he let my ass choose the flavor and the sprinkle variety for his second cone-raping humiliation, and da Toid even paid for the second cone, which was nice of him. nyuck, nyuck, nyuck....

Teenage Humiliation

Back when I was seventeen years old and my live-in cousin, Rossatti kept bitching every time at my ass when she had to do da laundry. She hated washing my stretched out drawers because she said they smelled like a cheddary pig sty and always had skid marks in dem. So I decided to steal a pair of her panties and wear dem for a week—especially when I had explosive diarrhea--to teach her ass a lesson. But as soon as I put dem on I was in Heaven. Da silky fabric rubbing against “Little Fanooch” caused me to have a gigantic hard on. I neva wanted to take dem off—even when I shit myself.

Rossatti had dozens of dem, so I figured she wouldn't miss 5 or 6 pair if I took some more. But she caught my ass going tru her panty drawer and gave me a painful ass-beating befoy she trew me out. Den she told everyone—even my Ma and my ailing Pa!—I was a sick poyvert who liked wearing female underwear. I was so humiliated I left town and neva went back.

A few munts later, I came back from my exile. I let da humiliating experience slip from my mind and went back at da bitch who had challenged my authority. I had to win dis battle of the sexes at all cost or my life would be rooned. I repeatedly chucked numerous punches at her smiling face like a mad man. But anger and determination wasn't nearly enough to make me victorious. My fighting skills compared to hers woy absolutely pat-etic. Rossatti eluded everyting I trew at her ass like it was da simplest ting in da woyld to do. Den on top of dat shit, she opened up on me and stomped a chocolately, puddingy, mud hole in my ass. Wit her adoring audience cheering her on. "SMACK!" My nose shattered to pieces. "THUD!" My midsection was softening up. "SMACK! SMACK!" Bot' of my eyes woy beginning to close. "THUD!..THUD!" Now my stomach really ached. "SMACK!..SMACK!..SMACK!" Bot' cheeks puffed up and my mouth swelled to an enormous size—almost as big as my gut. I was completely helpless against da female gladiator while she methodically took my ass apart.

"CRACK!" I slumped to da floy at her feet and began to cry and beg foy moicy. "Well what do you know girls. The fat cunt is crying." Rossatti said with an evil grin. Unknown to my ass, one of the women was going to Ma's Boythday party after work. So she happened to have a digital camera in her poyse. In addition to da savage beating, Rossatti decided to add more fuel to da humiliation train by stripping my clothes—unfortunately for my ass I was wearing her thong drawers. As soon as Rossatti exposed my red thong, dat bitch wit da camera scurried off to retrieve it. Soon, my entire humiliating episode was being recorded on film. "Get up sissy. Crying is not going to gain you any sympathy from me or anyone else. So get up and model your red thong for us." Rossatti commanded. A loud roar erupted from the crowd when she said dat shit. Da women, most of whom were nuns, were having a ball while dey watched me get what was coming to my ass. I struggled to my feet wit tears in my eyes and slobbers running out of my mouth. Rossatti smiled and resumed da savage beating she was easily giving me.

Now dis video is available on Youtube. Da mowa tings change da mowa dey stay da same.