It was about two days ago that I visited the Masta. Looking back I really thought I would enjoy the total humiliation. Boy was I wrong. The defeat of Hillary in Iowa put the masta in a foul mood. It soytenly would had been betta had the Master's beloved Hillary been involved, like last time. But, the Toid was there instead. The Toid told me to go to the bathroom and undress. I had ladies knickers on - woo, woo, woo, woo....!
I was given a blindfold by the Masta, who was there wearing his Jim Jones glasses and muttering how fat I was. Then the Toid sat my ass on the toilet and handcuffed my feet to the poicelain throne. He left me there for at least 10 hours whilst I took a dump and clogged up the pipes.
Finally after the restroom was a foul and vomitous odor, the Toid retoined and commented on the wonderful ambiance. He must have sat there with the door closed for another hour. After he took in all the oda, he came for me and over the next 30 mins, the Toid whipped me violently with his belt. Then he told me he was taking my ass to the basement. So I followed him with my blindfold on for the next thirty minutes.
When the Toid took my blindfold off, I was taken aback by the total depravity. There I was in the nude in the middle of Rev. Coitis's sermon at his choich. The Toid marched my naked ass through town. The noive of him. The embarrassment caused me to lose total control of my bowels. Then, I hoid it, the trumpet's blare amidst shocked silence of the church goers. Howeva Coitis, Shitifa, and her chirrun soon broke the erie silence when they laft at my ass. I guess the joke's on my ass.... again....nyuck, nyuck, nyuck, nyuck
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
The Daily Grind
Just today, the Master told my ass that I had to help the Toid. He was feeling depressed since we had to flush his pet "Toid Fish" down the commode. I walked over to the closet where he has been hiding, shiting, and mastabatin... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck, nyuck..... He slammed and locked the dowa in my face. The noiv of that guy. So I says, "Yo Toid, lets go to the open sewa at the water treatment plant, you can show me some of your brown children..."
His resistance stiffened, and he now refused to come out of the closet voluntarily to go to the sewa. So, I pried open the door, and he was standing there totally nude with the top part of his toid costume covering his head. He was covering his genitals with his legs like he was doing the Buffalo Bill dance. I asked his ass, "Oh, a wise guy, eh? What are you doing?" At that moment, he just pinched a loaf all over my shoes. He also demonstrated that he could throw up at will (which he did with great effect all over my ass). He began to urinate everywhere; in his bed, in my underwear drawer, in the Prius (which I had to clean), and in the sink. I put a stop to this by putting some lemon juice in a paper cup, cornering him and telling the Toid that I was going to force him to drink this “pee” if he didn’t mend his ways. Guess what he did, He drank it! and spit it in my face. He said, "That's not piss, that's lemon juice, Fuck slave." Well at least he stopped pissing in my sock drawer. But, then he began to put the Master's cat’s feces and food under my pillow and to defecate in the shower. The Masta became livid when I told him this, and said I had to clean the chocolate morass that was clogging the drain. I told him that I wasn't going to do it. He took off his glasses and stared at me for a minute and said "You're right, I will get one the lowly blacks to do it, dude." He then said, "Oh, could you tie my shoes?" So I began to bend down to honor my Masta's wishes, and then he must have delivered his patented "Cut and Run" because I was out cold like a salami in the Jersey snow. Speaking of snow, I was covered with chocolate flakes when I awoke. I guess the Toid ran out of solid and liquid stools and sprayed my ass repeatedly with shit-gas. Needless to say I had to clean the Toid's pile out of the showa. However, I got the last laugh. Instead of using my hands, I just stomped the shit through the drain with my bare feet--like I was making wine. I think I was getting high off the Jenkem that had formed, I started seeing visions of the Utz girl and salt and vinegar swirled through my head.... woo, woo, woo, woo, wooo....
His resistance stiffened, and he now refused to come out of the closet voluntarily to go to the sewa. So, I pried open the door, and he was standing there totally nude with the top part of his toid costume covering his head. He was covering his genitals with his legs like he was doing the Buffalo Bill dance. I asked his ass, "Oh, a wise guy, eh? What are you doing?" At that moment, he just pinched a loaf all over my shoes. He also demonstrated that he could throw up at will (which he did with great effect all over my ass). He began to urinate everywhere; in his bed, in my underwear drawer, in the Prius (which I had to clean), and in the sink. I put a stop to this by putting some lemon juice in a paper cup, cornering him and telling the Toid that I was going to force him to drink this “pee” if he didn’t mend his ways. Guess what he did, He drank it! and spit it in my face. He said, "That's not piss, that's lemon juice, Fuck slave." Well at least he stopped pissing in my sock drawer. But, then he began to put the Master's cat’s feces and food under my pillow and to defecate in the shower. The Masta became livid when I told him this, and said I had to clean the chocolate morass that was clogging the drain. I told him that I wasn't going to do it. He took off his glasses and stared at me for a minute and said "You're right, I will get one the lowly blacks to do it, dude." He then said, "Oh, could you tie my shoes?" So I began to bend down to honor my Masta's wishes, and then he must have delivered his patented "Cut and Run" because I was out cold like a salami in the Jersey snow. Speaking of snow, I was covered with chocolate flakes when I awoke. I guess the Toid ran out of solid and liquid stools and sprayed my ass repeatedly with shit-gas. Needless to say I had to clean the Toid's pile out of the showa. However, I got the last laugh. Instead of using my hands, I just stomped the shit through the drain with my bare feet--like I was making wine. I think I was getting high off the Jenkem that had formed, I started seeing visions of the Utz girl and salt and vinegar swirled through my head.... woo, woo, woo, woo, wooo....
Monday, December 31, 2007
My definition of humiliation
Yesterday I was punished by the Toid for using more than my rationed share of toilet paper to wipe my ass. The Master says that we are allowed only one square, but he didn't see this mound of chocolate pudding in my ass. What was I supposed to do--so no TV. Anyway, I had to read a dictionary to expand my vocabularies...nyuck, nyuck, nyuck. I came across the woid, "humiliation".
It reads:Humiliation of one person by another is often used as a way of asserting power over others, and is a common form of oppression or abuse. In either of these cases, it may be motivated by sadism or desire for sexual humiliation. Humiliation may include (also in combinations): forced nudity, forced cross-dressing.
This defination is bullshit and believe me, I know. This December has been the woist and most humiliating eva!! I feel like I could write a book about humilation, just in this month alone. Foist of all, I thought it was going to be one of the highlights of my life. I was featured on the Master's Christmas Special. I was sure after this appearance, I would be in the Godfather part 4. Unfortunately, after my beautiful song to the Master, I was given a savage beating and then was sexually assaulted by the retards, not once but twicet!! Secondly, I had to watch my beloved Huskies, co-champions of the Big East, be forced to give the Deacons of Wake oral satisfaction in the Car Care Bowl. Finally on the next to the last day of the year, my Beloved Steelers, who at the beginning of the month looked to be in position to win it all, were gang-raped by the lowest of teams, the Ravens. That to me is real humilation. Then, I was totally and miserably humiliated not oncet, not twicet, not thricet, but foy times at Season's Beatings. I was sure I was gonna help out Pike, but I missed and nailed him opening a cut on him and costing him his match. I just wanted to help him out against that bastid Prince Charming so I could steal the lovely Amelia away again, but alas, The Toid played his trumpet. Then I tried to help Da Crunk and the Toid beat up Amos Beiler but I missed Amos and hit Da Crunk and The Toid instead, an oncet again I hoid the warbly wail of the trumpet. Then, I was made such a fool when Dale Taylor threw my ass over the top foist in the battle royal, and once again the trumpet played its muted pitch. And finally, I dropped The Master as I was trying to take his carcass to the back and the trumpet's lonely cry blared out into the silent night one last time.
Unfortunately, tomorrow will not be any better. Because I was using too much toilet paper, I was forced to eat a bunch of ex-lax. Sadly enough I feel like my sphincter muscles don't work. I have to push on the skin between my balls and rectum to even have a movement.... wooo, wooo, wooo, wooo....
It reads:Humiliation of one person by another is often used as a way of asserting power over others, and is a common form of oppression or abuse. In either of these cases, it may be motivated by sadism or desire for sexual humiliation. Humiliation may include (also in combinations): forced nudity, forced cross-dressing.
This defination is bullshit and believe me, I know. This December has been the woist and most humiliating eva!! I feel like I could write a book about humilation, just in this month alone. Foist of all, I thought it was going to be one of the highlights of my life. I was featured on the Master's Christmas Special. I was sure after this appearance, I would be in the Godfather part 4. Unfortunately, after my beautiful song to the Master, I was given a savage beating and then was sexually assaulted by the retards, not once but twicet!! Secondly, I had to watch my beloved Huskies, co-champions of the Big East, be forced to give the Deacons of Wake oral satisfaction in the Car Care Bowl. Finally on the next to the last day of the year, my Beloved Steelers, who at the beginning of the month looked to be in position to win it all, were gang-raped by the lowest of teams, the Ravens. That to me is real humilation. Then, I was totally and miserably humiliated not oncet, not twicet, not thricet, but foy times at Season's Beatings. I was sure I was gonna help out Pike, but I missed and nailed him opening a cut on him and costing him his match. I just wanted to help him out against that bastid Prince Charming so I could steal the lovely Amelia away again, but alas, The Toid played his trumpet. Then I tried to help Da Crunk and the Toid beat up Amos Beiler but I missed Amos and hit Da Crunk and The Toid instead, an oncet again I hoid the warbly wail of the trumpet. Then, I was made such a fool when Dale Taylor threw my ass over the top foist in the battle royal, and once again the trumpet played its muted pitch. And finally, I dropped The Master as I was trying to take his carcass to the back and the trumpet's lonely cry blared out into the silent night one last time.
Unfortunately, tomorrow will not be any better. Because I was using too much toilet paper, I was forced to eat a bunch of ex-lax. Sadly enough I feel like my sphincter muscles don't work. I have to push on the skin between my balls and rectum to even have a movement.... wooo, wooo, wooo, wooo....
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Wake Forest Jelly
Today, I had to suffer more humilation. You ask, "Tony, did the Toid make you do sexual deeds unimagined by the most hardened convict serving time in a Turkish prison?" Not this time, Bub. The Toid was at the Library defecating in the computer lab while I was home alone with my kleenex and KY.
Instead of watching the master's porn collection. I decided to watch ESPN. I was so humilated by watching my beloved Huskies of Connecticut get destroyed by the lowly Deacons of Wake Forest in the Car Care Bowl. The Deacons play 17 home games a year and wins none of them, I tells ya. At least that's the way it seems, right? Don't you picture a perverted head coach Jim Grobe charging onto the field with a strap-on and lipstick waving slightly effeminate-looking pompoms, pretty nice company in soccer, but pretty crummy cohorts here in the land of man's sporting events.
Those who say Wake Forest is a tough place to win college football games are fools, the school hasn't posted a winning season ever.... woo, woo, woo, woo, wooooo.....
Today, the lowly Deacs were more or less at home against the Huskies ranked 25 in the nation. What did the Huskies do to these bumkins? Did they play for pride and honor? No. The Huskies sucked jelly out the ass of the Deacons instead of molasses only because the Deacs prefered jelly. Rarely has a team looked less-prepared than Connecticut did traveling across the country to be humiliated on national TV by the Deacs.
Watching my team get raped on TV reminds me of all the humiliation visited upon my ass. I know my master will probably kick my ass and say that I am a good one to talk about getting beat up all the time, but I feel a push coming and I am not talking about up my anus cavity on my prostate. I think it is quite possible that I could be the Texas Champion pretty soon and then the Toid would have no reason to play that muted trumpet everytime I lose because I would be back in my prime... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.
Instead of watching the master's porn collection. I decided to watch ESPN. I was so humilated by watching my beloved Huskies of Connecticut get destroyed by the lowly Deacons of Wake Forest in the Car Care Bowl. The Deacons play 17 home games a year and wins none of them, I tells ya. At least that's the way it seems, right? Don't you picture a perverted head coach Jim Grobe charging onto the field with a strap-on and lipstick waving slightly effeminate-looking pompoms, pretty nice company in soccer, but pretty crummy cohorts here in the land of man's sporting events.
Those who say Wake Forest is a tough place to win college football games are fools, the school hasn't posted a winning season ever.... woo, woo, woo, woo, wooooo.....
Today, the lowly Deacs were more or less at home against the Huskies ranked 25 in the nation. What did the Huskies do to these bumkins? Did they play for pride and honor? No. The Huskies sucked jelly out the ass of the Deacons instead of molasses only because the Deacs prefered jelly. Rarely has a team looked less-prepared than Connecticut did traveling across the country to be humiliated on national TV by the Deacs.
Watching my team get raped on TV reminds me of all the humiliation visited upon my ass. I know my master will probably kick my ass and say that I am a good one to talk about getting beat up all the time, but I feel a push coming and I am not talking about up my anus cavity on my prostate. I think it is quite possible that I could be the Texas Champion pretty soon and then the Toid would have no reason to play that muted trumpet everytime I lose because I would be back in my prime... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Christmas Humiliation
Dear Diary.
Boy December 25th was especially humiliating this year. Foist of all, I had to recover from the beating the Master gave me, then I had to take care of his ass because that Conservative fool, Sam Bash gave him an ass whipping of Biblical proporations and followed it by sticking a candy cane up the master's ass.
The Turd was also around, recovering from his beating--but he actually is aroused when he is in pain. The Turd very much likes to tease me, and embarrass my ass as much as possible in front of others. He did this today by openly asking me what color my panties were today. He also humilated my ass when he said my garter snaps were showing under my trousers. The Bishop Lowe and my ma laught at my ass. In fact, Shitifa almost fell out of the chair when she started laughing--she said she even shit her drawers with me sitting right next to her. However despite crapping her drawers, the Turd's talk of my panties obviously got Shitifa's interest. And so she began asking my Master how it is I wear panties under my clothes.
The master perked up from his drug induced stupor and really got into the subject of petticoating me. They discussed me as if I was not even present--I was so humiliated and intimidated, especially when the Lummox and Bells Palsy began to try and listen to the conversation. Billy Bell, the master's number one jobber, also enjoys humiliating my ass whenever possible. He does this with encouragement from the Turd. Certainly this kind of treatment in the world of professional wrestling, especially in the South, curtails any possible attempt for me to actually win a match.
Another thing that keeps me in my place is, as I am an accomplished wrestler, my ma likes to borrow me to intimidate other female wrestlers in the WNWA. The only problem is most of the time, I accompany my mother in an evening dress or gown. So I usually get laughed at. I'm such a fool!!
Frustrated Inc. loves to tease me, and keep me in my place at all times. For instance I am not allowed to eat with them, and many times, if not serving the master food or massaging his feet, I have to serve the Turd or the Lummox, and if any idle time should be available, it is spent standing in the corner. So keeping me in panties and dresses is most effective to keeping me in my properly submissive role in Frustrated Inc. and destroys any male ego I might have... wa, wa, wa, wahhh....
Boy December 25th was especially humiliating this year. Foist of all, I had to recover from the beating the Master gave me, then I had to take care of his ass because that Conservative fool, Sam Bash gave him an ass whipping of Biblical proporations and followed it by sticking a candy cane up the master's ass.
The Turd was also around, recovering from his beating--but he actually is aroused when he is in pain. The Turd very much likes to tease me, and embarrass my ass as much as possible in front of others. He did this today by openly asking me what color my panties were today. He also humilated my ass when he said my garter snaps were showing under my trousers. The Bishop Lowe and my ma laught at my ass. In fact, Shitifa almost fell out of the chair when she started laughing--she said she even shit her drawers with me sitting right next to her. However despite crapping her drawers, the Turd's talk of my panties obviously got Shitifa's interest. And so she began asking my Master how it is I wear panties under my clothes.
The master perked up from his drug induced stupor and really got into the subject of petticoating me. They discussed me as if I was not even present--I was so humiliated and intimidated, especially when the Lummox and Bells Palsy began to try and listen to the conversation. Billy Bell, the master's number one jobber, also enjoys humiliating my ass whenever possible. He does this with encouragement from the Turd. Certainly this kind of treatment in the world of professional wrestling, especially in the South, curtails any possible attempt for me to actually win a match.
Another thing that keeps me in my place is, as I am an accomplished wrestler, my ma likes to borrow me to intimidate other female wrestlers in the WNWA. The only problem is most of the time, I accompany my mother in an evening dress or gown. So I usually get laughed at. I'm such a fool!!
Frustrated Inc. loves to tease me, and keep me in my place at all times. For instance I am not allowed to eat with them, and many times, if not serving the master food or massaging his feet, I have to serve the Turd or the Lummox, and if any idle time should be available, it is spent standing in the corner. So keeping me in panties and dresses is most effective to keeping me in my properly submissive role in Frustrated Inc. and destroys any male ego I might have... wa, wa, wa, wahhh....
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Salt and Vinegar
I had a nice, wet dream last night, nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.
I dreamed I was orally pleasuring the Utz Snacks girl. Boy, she sure tasted salty. Just as she and I reached the point of climax I awoke to find myself orally pleasuring a bag of Utz Salt and Vinegar Potato Chips!!! That bag was covering my whole head. I was soytenly nevah happier in my life. Wooooo woooo woooo wooo!
I dreamed I was orally pleasuring the Utz Snacks girl. Boy, she sure tasted salty. Just as she and I reached the point of climax I awoke to find myself orally pleasuring a bag of Utz Salt and Vinegar Potato Chips!!! That bag was covering my whole head. I was soytenly nevah happier in my life. Wooooo woooo woooo wooo!
Oh, a wise guy, eh?
After my cage match with Assbutte--which by the way, I almost won, but was severely injured--I went to the Braddock hospital to repair the damage. Before the operation I told the nurse I didn’t want my knickers removed. She said that I was grown man and my knickers weren't in the way, so they would leave them there to collect my stool. I also told her I didn’t want a suppository shoved in my anus. After the nurse assured my ass, I was taken into the anesthetic room and given a massive dose of Midazolam 10mg all in one go according to my medical records.
I then started having a terrifying dream of being gang raped. I was in a room full of people and they were removing my knickers in the most dirty, vile filthy and perverted way. I feared for my life. I was unable to stop them doing these vile things to me and I was totally humiliated being stripped in public in this way it was the most terrifying experience of my life. Midazolam is known to enhance sexual feelings and lots of cases of people having these feelings that's why it popular as a date rape drug.
I thought this was a nightmare, but come to find out it really happened... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.... My knickers were removed and what more, it was for no medical reasons. Those jabronis claimed they took off my knickers sos they wouldn’t get stained. Any man with breasts would prefer to empty his bowels in a pair of size 72 knickers instead of being forcibly stripped by complete strangers. I don’t know if it was done so people could look at my private parts in order to get sexual gratifications or what. As it’s a criminal offense of Assault and Battery which can have a 6 day sentence I wouldn’t think anyone would do it unless they got some sort of sexual gratifications out of it. To ask a great rassler like me while awake to remove his own knickers filled with chocolate pudding is one thing but to forcibly strip someone is a totally different thing. As I was coming around from the operation I was awake when a severely obese female nurse lifted my legs and buggered me.
Both the things were done totally without my consent and expressly against my wishes I don’t care how good a reason you had you did it totally without consent and for that reason its sexual assault. It has now been nearly 4 months since this happened and I still wake in the night from horrendous nightmares covered in a pool of sweat and piss, screaming and trying to cover my self from the sexual assault.
While I sit there crying, my heart rate goes through the roof and I cant breath. My life has changed, I am a dirty whore and I cant have any sort of sexual relations, other than giving Shitifa, the Turd, or severely obese women analingus, as I am unclean and cant stand the thought of anyone touching me. I have been buggered and deeply. I feel that some perverted woman has had her wicked way with me and once again it was done against my wishes and without my consent.
What makes this shit worse is the hospital refuses to sack this bitch or name her so she can be brought to justice. She has no excuse for what she did to my ass. It's her job to ensure she obtains consent before she touches anyone and simply asking if its ok and explaining what she wanted to do is all it took but she didn’t do any of these things just simply buggered me. As she didn’t seek consent I can only conclude that she was enamored of my sexy body and she sought sexual gratifications from this act of sexual abuse. No decant caring nurse would do this terrible thing without first obtaining consent or asking if I minded if she took pictures.
In the last 4 months I have gained over 114 pounds in weight due soley to this incident. If I go out and see a group of people it can bring on panic attacks where I think they are going to strip me again my heart races and I cant get my breath. The attacks can happen watching the master's collection of scat porn if there is anything similar to what happened to me. My life is a total mess I am depressed and often go into a world of my own for a week at a time. I cant talk about what happened without getting flash backs.
The hospitals attitude is once you give consent to an operation they can do what the fucking hell they like to you. For senior management to refuse to give the names of the perverts that did this is unbelievable. The senior management at the hospital refuse to answer any emails and have not bothered to even apologize for the sexual assault they claim it was all done above board but if you bugger someone and remove their underwear without consent there is no grey area--ITS ANAL ASSAULT!!! Judge Jennings laughingly ruled that these things were done without consent so there is no doubt that in the eyes of the law a crime has been committed but still the hospital refuses to name or discipline the nurses who have done this to me.
I want all doctors and nurses to read this and I hope they will then think before they do anything to a patient without first obtaining consent they must remember that lard-asses like myself are not just pieces of blubber but have feelings and fears and are very vulnerable. Maybe reading this they will understand what effect their actions can have on someone. To them removing my browned stained underwear is nothing, but to many this has the effects that I have described. Many morbidly obese men like me might not mind but there are thousands who feel like I do. I believe that most of the violent attacks on patients are because the nurses don’t explain what they are doing and don’t seek consent. It only takes a second to say "I want to remove your shit ladden diaper so I can give you a knuckle-buster in your asshole!!"
I then started having a terrifying dream of being gang raped. I was in a room full of people and they were removing my knickers in the most dirty, vile filthy and perverted way. I feared for my life. I was unable to stop them doing these vile things to me and I was totally humiliated being stripped in public in this way it was the most terrifying experience of my life. Midazolam is known to enhance sexual feelings and lots of cases of people having these feelings that's why it popular as a date rape drug.
I thought this was a nightmare, but come to find out it really happened... nyuck, nyuck, nyuck, nyuck.... My knickers were removed and what more, it was for no medical reasons. Those jabronis claimed they took off my knickers sos they wouldn’t get stained. Any man with breasts would prefer to empty his bowels in a pair of size 72 knickers instead of being forcibly stripped by complete strangers. I don’t know if it was done so people could look at my private parts in order to get sexual gratifications or what. As it’s a criminal offense of Assault and Battery which can have a 6 day sentence I wouldn’t think anyone would do it unless they got some sort of sexual gratifications out of it. To ask a great rassler like me while awake to remove his own knickers filled with chocolate pudding is one thing but to forcibly strip someone is a totally different thing. As I was coming around from the operation I was awake when a severely obese female nurse lifted my legs and buggered me.
Both the things were done totally without my consent and expressly against my wishes I don’t care how good a reason you had you did it totally without consent and for that reason its sexual assault. It has now been nearly 4 months since this happened and I still wake in the night from horrendous nightmares covered in a pool of sweat and piss, screaming and trying to cover my self from the sexual assault.
While I sit there crying, my heart rate goes through the roof and I cant breath. My life has changed, I am a dirty whore and I cant have any sort of sexual relations, other than giving Shitifa, the Turd, or severely obese women analingus, as I am unclean and cant stand the thought of anyone touching me. I have been buggered and deeply. I feel that some perverted woman has had her wicked way with me and once again it was done against my wishes and without my consent.
What makes this shit worse is the hospital refuses to sack this bitch or name her so she can be brought to justice. She has no excuse for what she did to my ass. It's her job to ensure she obtains consent before she touches anyone and simply asking if its ok and explaining what she wanted to do is all it took but she didn’t do any of these things just simply buggered me. As she didn’t seek consent I can only conclude that she was enamored of my sexy body and she sought sexual gratifications from this act of sexual abuse. No decant caring nurse would do this terrible thing without first obtaining consent or asking if I minded if she took pictures.
In the last 4 months I have gained over 114 pounds in weight due soley to this incident. If I go out and see a group of people it can bring on panic attacks where I think they are going to strip me again my heart races and I cant get my breath. The attacks can happen watching the master's collection of scat porn if there is anything similar to what happened to me. My life is a total mess I am depressed and often go into a world of my own for a week at a time. I cant talk about what happened without getting flash backs.
The hospitals attitude is once you give consent to an operation they can do what the fucking hell they like to you. For senior management to refuse to give the names of the perverts that did this is unbelievable. The senior management at the hospital refuse to answer any emails and have not bothered to even apologize for the sexual assault they claim it was all done above board but if you bugger someone and remove their underwear without consent there is no grey area--ITS ANAL ASSAULT!!! Judge Jennings laughingly ruled that these things were done without consent so there is no doubt that in the eyes of the law a crime has been committed but still the hospital refuses to name or discipline the nurses who have done this to me.
I want all doctors and nurses to read this and I hope they will then think before they do anything to a patient without first obtaining consent they must remember that lard-asses like myself are not just pieces of blubber but have feelings and fears and are very vulnerable. Maybe reading this they will understand what effect their actions can have on someone. To them removing my browned stained underwear is nothing, but to many this has the effects that I have described. Many morbidly obese men like me might not mind but there are thousands who feel like I do. I believe that most of the violent attacks on patients are because the nurses don’t explain what they are doing and don’t seek consent. It only takes a second to say "I want to remove your shit ladden diaper so I can give you a knuckle-buster in your asshole!!"
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