Godly Greg's Gigantic Gock
by:Rain
For many a year i was a heathen; a non believer. My experiences in the last few months have changed my world view in it's entirety . I have met god. His name is Greg. January 2078 I walked down the streets of my neighbourhood. A slum, hardly qunique sight in this hellhole of a world. The street si filled with hookers, junkies, and various ohter forms of degenerates. What i would give to see this filth removed from my sight."Hey buddy1"I turn to face the brutish voice that had called upon my wrath. He was apout 8 feet tall and had muscles growing on his muscles; no doubt a product of our military experiments."Whatcha looking at me so funny fer? You a quueer or something, guy? You wann suck my dick?" I knew no matter hwat i said he'd likely attack me; he gew closer with every passing thought, something I have no shortage of. "yeah, and I'm proud of it too, fag. YOu want me to suck your fat thro--"
He must've knocked me out with his GIGANTIC FUCKING MUSCLES, all I remember was blaackness, likely that of his cock now that I think fo it. Godd, how I loved the way he tore up my ass. To think I had been fucking women all these years. His gigantic member filled me to the brink of pleasure. When i came to, i was in his sweet embrace. His smell filled my nostrils, and got me rect again. I had to ask this beautiful beast his anme, but the thought of it made me all to nervous. I took my mind off of it by hugging him even harder than I was before;3
Hours must haev passed lying in his refrigerator box, when suddenly it was raided by the police. They arrested my chocolate angel.
"NO!" I shouted. The police shot me in the knee with a rubber bullet"It's okay sweet heart, I'll find you when I'm done doing my time in the big house for big boys with big dicks.""You are my god, what is your anme?""Greg " he whispered in my ear edspite being 20 feet away from me.
The thought of his name got me erect once more.A fter masturbating ofr the third time in a row i decided I must rescue my chocolate god from the BH4BBWBD, but how? I had n o contact with the police, nor with any criminal organisations. How would I explain this to my wife? Would she file for divorce leaving with the children and leaving me with even less money than I already have? There was too mcuh at stake for me, for my family. I walked into the bar and ordered a bottle of whiskey, worth a weeks sallary. Or payu. I don't give a shit about the technical terms. It was a lot of fucking money for us. I walked home in a drunken stupor. Even the whores looked at me in disgust. I flipped my collar upright to sheild not only from the cold, but also the coldness of their gazes. I coould feel as if they knew my entire life had been flipped on its head in merely 8 hours. I approachd my door, the keeys of which fell from my drunken hands probably 20 times as i tried my best to un;lock it. My wifre open the door ..."John! Have you been drinking again? God dammit we discussed this at least a mill-""I fucked a black man today and there is nothing you can do about it." I don't know why i said that; actually i do. I was drinking. I don't quite remember what ahppened next. She cried and I laughed. I threw insults her way, much in hte way she had done tome every night for the passed 115 years of our marriage. What;s one nihgt of insult compared to around 41975 nights that she had put me through? She ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, I dont know why; i was on the floor cimmiting at this point . She tried to stab me but i cimmited too quickly for her zombified flesh to catch up to me. I cimmited right out htte god damned door. Homeless now. Gay now. No longer a racist. So many things have changed for me.March 2078Greg was just released from prison today. I had to make my way being a homeless anal master for the gay bois in town. God how I love gerg.
Crisis on Infinite Kinks
by:7k
Work was hard today. I hate having to work in the printer company. All we do day in day in and day is print boring, bland white papers. No flavors, no collors just plain old black text on white paper. Today I had to move the ink from the bottom floor all the way to the top floor and the elevators were broken so I had to lug the big ass jugs of ink to the top of the stairs. What is my reward? More orders , more menial bullshit. Hey straighten thatpaper! Hey print some files! We need some one to lick all of the envelopes for us! All of this is bull shit is really starting to get to me, holding in my frustartions is getting harder and harder. The only thing that is keeping me going at this point is the fact that I'll be able to let all of my frustrations when I get home to night. I got a new mail order bride (I use the word bride loosely) and I can't wait to try out all the stuff in my dungeon out on her ;D!!!!
I just got home time to prepare. Rub down my arms. I am super ready for the sex stuff. I am time to get the dungeon ready. Clamps check. Tassels check. Whip, um, whip? Where is the whip?
After 30 min utes I still have not found my precious whip./ I do not know could have happened to her!!! How am I supposed to sex with out my favorite whip!>?! I only have 2 hours before my slve err I mean wife is arriving. I need to find it and if that is to happen I'm going to have to do some investigating. Now I don't want my naybores to know that I'm a sexual deviant so I must start a bit closer to home.
I started by asking my other wives in the dungeon what they seen. Tamera said she seen nothing but I'm not a fucking idiot she is always pointed towards the whip so he oviously seen it. I knew she was hiding something from me to I couild tell by the trimmers she made while telling me her stupid lie. So I told her that Family is built on trust and truthfullness, still she told me that she knew nothing. After rthis I knew she wasn't going to tell me anything, so OI tooke her into the private room put her on the tieing up chair or the “seat of truth “ as I call it. I waked into the side hall and grabbed the vat of locusts and dragged into the rroom I told her if she didn't tell me the truth I'd begin to poor the locusts into her open chest and wouldn't stop until she told the truth.
The good news is that I have a lead. The bad news is I am short one Wife.I now know the culprit is a certain Bob bigorts, my old suplier and new worst enemy.
45 minutes renain , before I have to reach the drop off point, Bob probably thinks he's safe for tonight but I can work fast. I am entering the side hall of my dungeon as we speak, let's just say that Bigorts has a Big supriseorts coming his way . . .
The greatest moment of my life began 7 minutes ago. Greg, the night guard , was fast asleep. No one knew that I entered Big o' Biggorts complex. Before the could react I had already drenched the whole place with gasoline and recorded my steal of the good whip and my burning of the complex. I arived at the drop off point just and time to pick up my new “wife”. In the end not much was lost on my part, but Bo b has now lost everything for what he has attempted to do to me.
Moral of the story? Don't fuck with the print man. And Fuck Boib!