2017-02-27 at 6:09 AM UTC
the lean cups turn out to be acid after he attempts to use it as personal lubricant
2017-02-27 at 8:04 PM UTC
Asspick backs away from the door and begins pouring the purple drank onto his penis. Back in his home village they used purple drank as a potion of virility. Of course, they'd only drink the stuff, but Asspick wasn't one for convention. He tipped the pitcher, watching the sparkly thick syrup slide down onto his flaccid penis. With each stroke he could feel the little granules of sugar scratch into his body, the violet syrup obfuscating the contour of his penis.
Much to his surprise, he began to feel a tingle. This spreading tendril of electricity which started at the base of its skull and fell like a waterfall into the rest of his senses. An energy filled him and his mind flashed through the memory of that orgy he'd had in the seedier part of the holy city of Hytripados. The energy which he'd gotten after drinking that delicious, delicious Kool-Aid.
He bounced now. The food was beautiful still, but his appetite was gone. He began petting a leg of fried chicken, humming to some incoherent tune. Every ridge, every bubble of grease, every leftover tendon sent his body into orgasm. Asspick moaned in pleasure, softly at first, and louder as the clock ticked by. The whole of his senses were heightened and he swore that in that moment he could feel the emotions of every last soul in that village.
The sun began to rise and oddly enough, all the children and women which had once been outside went into their homes.
2017-02-27 at 9:08 PM UTC
prtagonist finds treasure trove of designer clothing and other trill nigga shit
2017-02-27 at 9:33 PM UTC
Asspick uses his cock as a sledge hammer and busts the prison wall up, and starts to run away.
