2017-07-29 at 12:14 PM UTC
Grimace
motherfucker
[my enumerable hindi guideword]
I was sitting on the couch with my head tilted back and mouth agape, staring directly at the ceiling. I felt like I had been there for hours that way. I was studying the designs in the ceiling and wishing that I could incorporate myself into them and become a part of them when I heard a blood curdling scream from next door. I leaped off of the couch and without even really thinking about what I was doing, I ran outside and tore through the thorn bushes that separate my house and my neighbor's house. I planted them there a few years back because his cats and kids and shit kept ending up on my yard so I planted some thorn bushes to deter them from entering. In my wild hysteria to find out what was the source of this scream, I tore through them and severely lacerated my entire body. I came out on the other side and was bleeding from head to toe, but I couldn't be bothered with that. I snuck up to the window and peeked inside.
Inside the dust-laden house that had no lights on, I saw my neighbor on top of his son on the floor. He was using the weight of his body to pin him to the floor and a massive meat cleaver to hack off his limbs by the joint, one at a time. Apparently, the scream had come from hacking off his son's left hand. He had his arms raised, meat cleaver in hand, with a impish grin scrawled across his face, as he brought it down hard on his son's elbow joint, severing it. His son wriggled in pain and screamed in agony. I stood there in pure amazement at what I was watching. A single drop of piss escaped my dick.
I reached down and jerked my dick out of my pants, snatching out a handful of pubic hair in the process by accident. I began to stroke. I watched as the man hacked off limbs, joint-by-joint, and I stroked. Harder and harder, faster and faster! My body began to convulse. My head titled back and my eyes rolled back in my head as I pumped harder, timing my rhythm ever-so-carefully to achieve my purest form, when a single whimper escaped my lips. My neighbor, having already butchered his son to little more than a torso must have heard me, because his gaze snapped to the window and our eyes met just as I was jizzing all over his vinyl siding. I was scared. I didn't want to be butchered, but I was jizzing and I couldn't stop, Lucy. I couldn't stop..
I violently pumped and shook my dick, squirting out the spraying jizz all over the man's vinyl siding as he got up to run towards his door to come outside. I was quicker than that though, I tore back through the thorn bushes, dick flailing and all where it was severed almost completely off by the large barbs of the thorn bushes. I made it back inside my place and BOLTED THE DOOR SHUT to my fucking CHAMBERS. Here I am now, where I dwell now and forever and ever. Amen.
2017-07-29 at 12:40 PM UTC
kroz
weak whyte, frothy cuck, and former twink
oh grimly you are the living end...
