Little Kent was an upstanding young man. Aside from a deep dark secret he kept inside. His mom was heavily into bukakke. He had seen the pictures, He had seen the groups of men leaving her room at night, He watched the videotapes on accident(?) and it warped his mind quite a bit, but he hid it very well. On the outside he was a tall, well-dressed, well-groomed, handsome man. On the inside however, he had a deep hatred towards women and took pleasure in humiliating them.
Kent's father died when he was 12. After having walked in on one of his wife's bukakke sessions, he went crazy and began stabbing men left and right, before one of them finally tackled him to the ground and then proceed to sodomize and beat him until he fell into a 3 month coma and eventually died. FUCK A FUCKIN LIBRARY THIS IS WAR NIGGA! Anyway, Kent stayed by his father's side praying he wouldn't die, every single day, and then when he heard the news he cried for weeks and isolated himself in his room. He plotted ways to murder the men, but then decided he didn't want to go out the way his father did. He began plotting ways to kill his mother, but then he decided he'd have no one to pay for him to have a place to live. So he just kept it all inside and wandered around sexually degrading various women because it made him feel better about life. Eventually he found a girl that loved being humiliated and they two fell happily in love. 2 years later Kent had just gotten off work and was on his way home. He sped along the highway in his NSX listening to the radio. He got a very strong feeling in his stomach, almost a burning uneasy pain. He screamed "FUCK" really loud. What he failed to notice was that his windows were down and he was stuck in traffic. A large man in a truck looked over and shouted, "What you say to me muthafuckuh".
"WHAT? SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FAT STEROID TAKIN FUCK! I DIDNT SAY YOU COULD LOOK AT ME FAGGOT!"
The large man quickly jumped out of his truck and walked over to Kent ready for a brawl. Just as the man made his way to the side of the car Kent swung the door into his groin. The man groaned and grabbed his crotch, eyes squinted. Kent hopped out and jump-kicked the large man in the face like HIYA n shit. Ok. that was stupid. Anyway, Kent took the large man, ball-gagged him and tossed him in the trunk. If you know NSX's theres not enough room in the trunk for a large man. Thats why its funny. Or not, aaannnyyyyway...
Kent made his way home and pulled up into the driveway. He turned the car off and ignored the gagged largeman in the trunk. He unlocked the front door and walked upstairs to his room where he knew his girlfriend would be. He pulled a rose from underneath his jacket and held it behind his back as he reached the doorknob and gave it a twist. The door swung open, and in a split second the rose began falling to the floor.... along with Kent's jaw.
Kent picked up his jaw (OH! HAR HAR ! dumfuck.) and screamed as loud as he could as his eyes fixed on his girl in the middle of a bukakke-fest. Ok are you wondering what bukakke is yet? Kent gasped in terror and began violently shaking as his woman took finishing move after finishing move after moustache-soaking finishing move on the face, dripping down into a little pan that she held under her chin where it was all building up, like milk in a little bowl. Then men were crowded all around the room naked, laughing, jacking off. They looked at Kent and began laughing harder, and with one swift uppercut from a naked fat bearded man with lots of chest hair, Kent went dropping to the ground. He covered his head in fear and began shaking as adrenaline and heartbreak and kangaroo sodomy rushed through his veins. He crawled out of the room while the men proceeded to soak his laughing girlfriend's face with hotload. He ran downstairs and grabbed the largest knife he could find from the kitchen.. It glistened under the light and Kent's eyes lit up, his face turned red, and he got that murderous rage flowing into his body, ready to release all that pent up agony from the years before.. He made his way up the stairs, knife clenched firmly in his fist. He began chuckling as he reached the top step.