O Liberal Masta uncover me
Come my restoration
Wash my ass clean
I've been eaten' in a shitter
Along a crooked path, stroking my twitter
Where my drawers have fallen
To reveal that my asshole is swollen
I'm telling you
I will not gonna rest till I empty my bowels
I'm gonna go
In da Masta's house of stone and light
I shall not cry
For all da beatings I receive
When I go
In da Masta's house of stone and light, yeah
In da Masta'a house of stone and light
Hello lady
Show me your tits
Tell me of da place
Where you would not resist
Old man Coitis waiting
At da gates for me
Go ahead, hit me with your likka bottle
call me a pussy
I'm telling you
I will not rest till I lay down my head
In da Masta's house of stone and light
I make my way
Oh, gonna be such a beautiful day
In da Masta's house of stone and light
In da Masta's house of stone and light
Let me in beneath my skin
In da Masta's house of stone and light
It's been too long
more than thoity minutes stroking my schlong
Liberal Librarian
Let me be reboyn
And I will embrace
The manure upon my face
Come da day
I awake da defecation inside
In da Masta's house of stone and light
And when I go
I will drop, drop, drop my drawers
In da Masta's house of stone and light
I will see you
In da Masta's house of stone and light
Looking in beneath my skin
In da Masta's house of stone and light
Going inside
In da Masta's house of stone and light
(Libtown's house of Stone and light)
Looking for a shitter
In da Masta's house of stone and light
(See myself getting a tremendous beating)
In da Masta's house of stone and light
In da Masta's house of stone and light
(I'm gonna let this defecation come slushing out my ass)
In da Masta's house of stone and light
(My asshole is squoitin' softly to me)
I must go there, to find my asshole, yeah
In da Masta's house of stone and light
(I can see so clearly now)
(I will go there, to find my asshole, yeah)
In da Masta's house of stone and light
(Well keep on stroking "little Faooch")
(I must go there, to find my asshole, yeah)
In da Masta's house of stone and light
(I will go there, to find my asshole, yeah)
In Libtown's house of stone and light
(I must go there, to find my asshole, yeah)
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Kelly da froot
Kelly Millis got caught jacking off in his cell again today. I realize even queens have needs, but this motherfucker chokes the chicken about 5 times a day. First off Kelly has priors in Libtown for whipping his dick out whenever my ass comes by his cell. At first I thought it funny, but then I got to thinking that maybe that Fruit has some kind of mental problem. I've always been under the assumption that women could see a dick and be like "Oh, whatever." Men on the other hand are just the opposite. All I have to see is a hint of some titties and I'm ready to go. Shit, just the other day I jacked off to a picture of da Utz goyrul. Why?... Because she had a little cleavage action going on. Da Revrend Coitis and I were the only ones watching TV this morning (music videos) when this beautiful girl in a bikini graces the screen. Da Revrund Coitis is like, "Damn, that bitch is bad!" I definitely had to agree with him. And then he said, "Yo, Fanooki don't turn the TV. I'll be right back. I'm about to go fuck that bitch." This nigga saw a bitch for 15 seconds and now he's going to jack off to her. That's crazy, but that's Coitis.
The Fruits in Libtown that have priors for too much jacking, or saying anything sexual to Da Toid are required to wear a red card around their necks. Needless to say, Kelly has one of these cards. The story goes that Kelly the Fruit was caught masturbating by Da Toid so much that not only does he have to wear the red card, but he is also not allowed to place his hands in his pockets around either.
Now I've seen Kelly Da Fruit do some freaky shit. For example, sniffing the chair dat Retro has recently occupied. Licking the lipstick stained coffee cup of Shitifa has just thrown away, and the list goes on. But nothing tops the story dat Da Masta told my ass about Kelly. Apparently, Kelly had a huge crush on Billy Bell who worked in the kitchen of the chow hall. Kelly was a kitchen worker and had been caught several times by Billy stroking the "Limp Pasta". One morning Bobby Bell had all the kitchen workers seated. He was reading to them some new rules regarding the handling of knives. For obvious reasons Da Bells tended to avoid direct eye contact with Kelly. Kelly da Fruit played it cool and listened attentively, but something kept distracting Bobby Bell. It was Da Fruit. Kelly was tapping his right foot up and down, as if he was listening to a B.B. King song. This must have annoyed his ass, because Billy motioned for Da Lummox to come in. He said something to da Lummox and he asked Kelly to come with him. Da Lummox frisked Kelly and then asked him to remove his shoes. They found nothing. That is until they stripped searched him. What they found is something so funny that I can barely write this without laughing my ass off. Kelly da Fruit had tied a piece of dental floss around the big toe of his right foot and ran it up his leg where he tied it off on his string dick. His dick!! Only a crazy person would think of some shit like that. Kelly Millis is the only person I have ever heard of that found a way to jack his dick off with his foot.
The Fruits in Libtown that have priors for too much jacking, or saying anything sexual to Da Toid are required to wear a red card around their necks. Needless to say, Kelly has one of these cards. The story goes that Kelly the Fruit was caught masturbating by Da Toid so much that not only does he have to wear the red card, but he is also not allowed to place his hands in his pockets around either.
Now I've seen Kelly Da Fruit do some freaky shit. For example, sniffing the chair dat Retro has recently occupied. Licking the lipstick stained coffee cup of Shitifa has just thrown away, and the list goes on. But nothing tops the story dat Da Masta told my ass about Kelly. Apparently, Kelly had a huge crush on Billy Bell who worked in the kitchen of the chow hall. Kelly was a kitchen worker and had been caught several times by Billy stroking the "Limp Pasta". One morning Bobby Bell had all the kitchen workers seated. He was reading to them some new rules regarding the handling of knives. For obvious reasons Da Bells tended to avoid direct eye contact with Kelly. Kelly da Fruit played it cool and listened attentively, but something kept distracting Bobby Bell. It was Da Fruit. Kelly was tapping his right foot up and down, as if he was listening to a B.B. King song. This must have annoyed his ass, because Billy motioned for Da Lummox to come in. He said something to da Lummox and he asked Kelly to come with him. Da Lummox frisked Kelly and then asked him to remove his shoes. They found nothing. That is until they stripped searched him. What they found is something so funny that I can barely write this without laughing my ass off. Kelly da Fruit had tied a piece of dental floss around the big toe of his right foot and ran it up his leg where he tied it off on his string dick. His dick!! Only a crazy person would think of some shit like that. Kelly Millis is the only person I have ever heard of that found a way to jack his dick off with his foot.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Underwear humiliation
Just today, I was noysing my wounds suffered at the hands of my master, the Liberal Librarian, for looking at poyn on the Internet. Which by the way was his minion's (Da Toid) favorite site www.cakefarts.com.
The noyve. Everybody in Libtown looks at poyn but I can't because I was caught by my masta reading a story about Paris Hilton on foxnews. Why I oughtaaa.....
Anyhow, as I was noysing my wounds, my saintly, yet crotchety old-bag Ma was at woyk at the Libtown Massage Parlor "massaging the black snake" as she says. And my twin Sister, the beautiful Antoinette was out with da Toid. I think they were fucking in the cow pasture because the cows looked really agitated.
I was in Antoinette's bedroom and I got the uyge to try on some of her silky drawers. I was trying on her clothes, being she had a full length mirror in her room, I had just taken off one dress and I was standing there wearing her bra, panties, stretched-out pantyhose, and heels when she walked in on my ass. At first she thought it was her reflection, then realizing it was my ass, she screamed and then she decided to start beating my ass. She clubbed my ass with a salami she poolt out her bra and began raping my asshole wit it. As I was laying on the ground a prone, bloody mess, she climbed on the bed and gave my a massive splash shaking the entire shack. Then she pulled my lifeless body into the corner of the room and gave me the most devastating move I ever felt--the "Hoyshey Highway". (Basically she ran into me at full speed and toyned around at the last moment clobbering my face with her dimply, shit-smeared ass). I later found at that da Toid taught her this move in the pasture. After the tremendous beating, she tried a different approach and began interrogating my ass. Even though I told her immediately that I've been trying on her clothes for about a week, she boyned her cigar on my nipples. AHHHH!!!! She asked me if I wanted to be a goyrul and I told her, "no way!" She then pinched my nipples, twisted them, then snapped her fingas. AHHHH!!!!! She asked my ass again, and I then screamed "yes!" She said if I wanted to be a girl I had to dress like one. She preceded to pick a pink dress out of her closet and had me put it on. She then helped me put on makeup and let me wear it around the house until Ma came home with Coitis. I thought I could hide in Antoinette's closet, but that sorry asshole told Ma that I was wearing dresses around the house while she was at woyk. Ma then walked in the closet and caught me. I was so embarassed and my sister sat there laughing her jowls off. Ma was horrified and went to her room for thoyty minutes with Coitis. I think they were fucking--because she kept screaming something about her anus. When they came back out of the room, Ma (who was wearing lingerie) was holding a bible, Curtis had a lead pipe, and da Crunk (who had showed up through Ma's window) had a belt. Unfortunately fowa my ass, they beat my me until I was a bloody mess. Then while everyone was laughing, Antoniette gave my ass another "Hoyshey Highway," knocking me through the wall of the shack and me out cold. When I woke up I was tied up and nude in my hammock under my roommate the Toid (who was in the hammock above me and also in the nude). The Toid, must have knew I was awake. He said, now that I "have tasted the Hoyshey Highway, that it was time to wash it down with a 'mudslide'." At that moment the floodgate to a reservoir of piss and liquified stool was let loose and rained down all over my face. Needless to say what a day that was.
The noyve. Everybody in Libtown looks at poyn but I can't because I was caught by my masta reading a story about Paris Hilton on foxnews. Why I oughtaaa.....
Anyhow, as I was noysing my wounds, my saintly, yet crotchety old-bag Ma was at woyk at the Libtown Massage Parlor "massaging the black snake" as she says. And my twin Sister, the beautiful Antoinette was out with da Toid. I think they were fucking in the cow pasture because the cows looked really agitated.
I was in Antoinette's bedroom and I got the uyge to try on some of her silky drawers. I was trying on her clothes, being she had a full length mirror in her room, I had just taken off one dress and I was standing there wearing her bra, panties, stretched-out pantyhose, and heels when she walked in on my ass. At first she thought it was her reflection, then realizing it was my ass, she screamed and then she decided to start beating my ass. She clubbed my ass with a salami she poolt out her bra and began raping my asshole wit it. As I was laying on the ground a prone, bloody mess, she climbed on the bed and gave my a massive splash shaking the entire shack. Then she pulled my lifeless body into the corner of the room and gave me the most devastating move I ever felt--the "Hoyshey Highway". (Basically she ran into me at full speed and toyned around at the last moment clobbering my face with her dimply, shit-smeared ass). I later found at that da Toid taught her this move in the pasture. After the tremendous beating, she tried a different approach and began interrogating my ass. Even though I told her immediately that I've been trying on her clothes for about a week, she boyned her cigar on my nipples. AHHHH!!!! She asked me if I wanted to be a goyrul and I told her, "no way!" She then pinched my nipples, twisted them, then snapped her fingas. AHHHH!!!!! She asked my ass again, and I then screamed "yes!" She said if I wanted to be a girl I had to dress like one. She preceded to pick a pink dress out of her closet and had me put it on. She then helped me put on makeup and let me wear it around the house until Ma came home with Coitis. I thought I could hide in Antoinette's closet, but that sorry asshole told Ma that I was wearing dresses around the house while she was at woyk. Ma then walked in the closet and caught me. I was so embarassed and my sister sat there laughing her jowls off. Ma was horrified and went to her room for thoyty minutes with Coitis. I think they were fucking--because she kept screaming something about her anus. When they came back out of the room, Ma (who was wearing lingerie) was holding a bible, Curtis had a lead pipe, and da Crunk (who had showed up through Ma's window) had a belt. Unfortunately fowa my ass, they beat my me until I was a bloody mess. Then while everyone was laughing, Antoniette gave my ass another "Hoyshey Highway," knocking me through the wall of the shack and me out cold. When I woke up I was tied up and nude in my hammock under my roommate the Toid (who was in the hammock above me and also in the nude). The Toid, must have knew I was awake. He said, now that I "have tasted the Hoyshey Highway, that it was time to wash it down with a 'mudslide'." At that moment the floodgate to a reservoir of piss and liquified stool was let loose and rained down all over my face. Needless to say what a day that was.
Monday, July 14, 2008
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....
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....
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
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.
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.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
An ode to Amelia
I hear Amelia're takin' da town again
Having a good time wit all your fuckin' friends
I don't tink dat Amelia tinks of my ass
You're on your own now, and I'm alone and horny
I know that I oughta get on with my life
But a life lived wit'out Amelia could never be right
And as long as da poyvs watch poyn on da internet
Long as da bums run behind da building to pee
I'll never get over Amelia
Getting over my ass
I try to smile so da hurt won't show
Tell da Toid I was glad to see Amelia go
Dough dat bastid is pounding on his dookie stick and calls me a ho
But da tears just won't go away
Loneliness found my ass, looks like it's here to stay
I know dat I oughta find someone new
But unfoytunately for my ass, all I get is Kelly Millis's goo
And as long as da poyvs watch poyn on da internet
Long as da bums run behind da building to pee
I'll never get over Amelia
Getting over my ass
No matter what I fuckin do
It's like a lifetime to live troo
I can't go on like dis
I need your fuckin' tits
You're da only bitch I've eva loved
And as long as da poyvs watch poyn on da internet
Long as da bums run behind da building to pee
I'll never get over AmeliaGetting over my ass
I'll never get over Amelia Getting over...Never get over Amelia getting over...I'll never get over Amelia
Getting over my asssss........
Having a good time wit all your fuckin' friends
I don't tink dat Amelia tinks of my ass
You're on your own now, and I'm alone and horny
I know that I oughta get on with my life
But a life lived wit'out Amelia could never be right
And as long as da poyvs watch poyn on da internet
Long as da bums run behind da building to pee
I'll never get over Amelia
Getting over my ass
I try to smile so da hurt won't show
Tell da Toid I was glad to see Amelia go
Dough dat bastid is pounding on his dookie stick and calls me a ho
But da tears just won't go away
Loneliness found my ass, looks like it's here to stay
I know dat I oughta find someone new
But unfoytunately for my ass, all I get is Kelly Millis's goo
And as long as da poyvs watch poyn on da internet
Long as da bums run behind da building to pee
I'll never get over Amelia
Getting over my ass
No matter what I fuckin do
It's like a lifetime to live troo
I can't go on like dis
I need your fuckin' tits
You're da only bitch I've eva loved
And as long as da poyvs watch poyn on da internet
Long as da bums run behind da building to pee
I'll never get over AmeliaGetting over my ass
I'll never get over Amelia Getting over...Never get over Amelia getting over...I'll never get over Amelia
Getting over my asssss........
Monday, June 23, 2008
Pissiliation
You may not believe dis, but back in Braddock County I made my way tru life hustling homos in da liberry. Actually, I was not a hustlah, I was a whu-ah, and a cheap one at dat. I did it only when I absolutely had to, to make enought money to hang out at wit my Master at da Inconvenient Café and drink liquor.
Anyway, dis one time I'm standin' at da liberry trying to scare up some business when a guy in a cheap shiney black suit, named Kelly walked up and asked if I'd like to go with him to da Inconvenient Café for a drink. I told him yes, but I couldn't stay long because I'm out here for a reason. He said he already knew dat and it would be worth my while. Oncet in da bar he told me what he liked. He was a masochist. He told me he liked getting whipped wit a belt and talked to in a derogatory way. He also stressed dat he really enjoyed drinking piss. He promised me 50 semolians and told me I'd get another fity if I stuck wit my end of da bargain and was at his apartment (since his wife kicked him out of the house) at da appointed time. He also asked me to buy some likka and sodas wit part of the promised cash. I got some vodka and two different types of drinks to mix with it. Well, I show up and take off my clothes and he’s going thru a rather pathetic act of whipping my ass wit his belt. He was trying as hard as he could, but he looked like he was about to die. I was hoping the pain would take away da humilation, unfoytunatley for my ass, he was a bigger jobber dan my ass. I had a real bad case of diarrhea, so all I wanted was for da session to end, so I could shit.
I told him I was going into da kitchen to mix a vodka drink and asked him if he'd like one. He said yes. I asked what he wanted in it, orange juice or soda, and he said, "You know what I like in mine, fine sir." So I brought him a glass of piss with minimal alcohol in it. As I lay back on the bed getting whipped and cursed at, every so often he'd reach down and gingerly grab the glass of piss and hold it quiveringly to my lips, and foyce my ass to take a sip and smile. That bastid, he was supposed to drink da piss. I couldn't wait to get rid of Kelly da froot. I was a lousy whu-ah. But I sort of told him dat before the arrangement, so I didn't feel too bad about not doing a spectacular job.
Anyway, dat really happened. I was not amazed dat a guy would foyce my ass to drink piss, only da manna in which he did it. But after I drank my own piss, he den started drinking it. Da FROOT!!! I figured Kelly wanted to drink da piss straight from the dick. But out of a glass, what a fuckin’ weirdo. People might say I sound like a weirdo, but I don't look da part. Kelly’s ass looked da part from head to toe. His paleness was incredible. His suit was black and shiny and he looked like something no one would ever aspire to be. He wanted to get and receive total humiliation and I could not deliver. At foyst I taut it stupid and unsexual to drink piss from a glass rather dan a sex organ. But foy humilation poyposes, drinking it from da glass is more degrading and dus more satisfyin'. Being told to drink it would be even better. But I was a lazy whu-ah and did not give da guy his money's woyth. I was not proud of a job well done. Unfoytunately I felt like such the fool again--especially after I found out Retro was in Kelly's closet wit a video camera recording the piss fest and uploading it on youtube--da fookin' bastids!!!
Anyway, dis one time I'm standin' at da liberry trying to scare up some business when a guy in a cheap shiney black suit, named Kelly walked up and asked if I'd like to go with him to da Inconvenient Café for a drink. I told him yes, but I couldn't stay long because I'm out here for a reason. He said he already knew dat and it would be worth my while. Oncet in da bar he told me what he liked. He was a masochist. He told me he liked getting whipped wit a belt and talked to in a derogatory way. He also stressed dat he really enjoyed drinking piss. He promised me 50 semolians and told me I'd get another fity if I stuck wit my end of da bargain and was at his apartment (since his wife kicked him out of the house) at da appointed time. He also asked me to buy some likka and sodas wit part of the promised cash. I got some vodka and two different types of drinks to mix with it. Well, I show up and take off my clothes and he’s going thru a rather pathetic act of whipping my ass wit his belt. He was trying as hard as he could, but he looked like he was about to die. I was hoping the pain would take away da humilation, unfoytunatley for my ass, he was a bigger jobber dan my ass. I had a real bad case of diarrhea, so all I wanted was for da session to end, so I could shit.
I told him I was going into da kitchen to mix a vodka drink and asked him if he'd like one. He said yes. I asked what he wanted in it, orange juice or soda, and he said, "You know what I like in mine, fine sir." So I brought him a glass of piss with minimal alcohol in it. As I lay back on the bed getting whipped and cursed at, every so often he'd reach down and gingerly grab the glass of piss and hold it quiveringly to my lips, and foyce my ass to take a sip and smile. That bastid, he was supposed to drink da piss. I couldn't wait to get rid of Kelly da froot. I was a lousy whu-ah. But I sort of told him dat before the arrangement, so I didn't feel too bad about not doing a spectacular job.
Anyway, dat really happened. I was not amazed dat a guy would foyce my ass to drink piss, only da manna in which he did it. But after I drank my own piss, he den started drinking it. Da FROOT!!! I figured Kelly wanted to drink da piss straight from the dick. But out of a glass, what a fuckin’ weirdo. People might say I sound like a weirdo, but I don't look da part. Kelly’s ass looked da part from head to toe. His paleness was incredible. His suit was black and shiny and he looked like something no one would ever aspire to be. He wanted to get and receive total humiliation and I could not deliver. At foyst I taut it stupid and unsexual to drink piss from a glass rather dan a sex organ. But foy humilation poyposes, drinking it from da glass is more degrading and dus more satisfyin'. Being told to drink it would be even better. But I was a lazy whu-ah and did not give da guy his money's woyth. I was not proud of a job well done. Unfoytunately I felt like such the fool again--especially after I found out Retro was in Kelly's closet wit a video camera recording the piss fest and uploading it on youtube--da fookin' bastids!!!
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