Pork Chop: IM's new private messaging tough guy!

[gearin up]

I'm done addressing you, because your perpetually clueless.

You little nuisance no longer exist to me. Have a rotten life.

Thats all the confirmation anyone would ever need. Hope your life gets better or at least closer to reality.

 

[gearin up]

it was intense self loathing that led madmann to become an assassin. while most teenage boys laid in bed frantically pounding their cocks to the thoughts of bouncing cheerleaders or their friend's hot sisters, madmann jerked it to thoughts of sucking his dad's load out of his mother's scabby twat. afterwards he'd lay sobbing and guilt ridden in the dark with his cheesy load drying on his sunken chest.

at first he was able to kid himself and say the fantasy was simply seated in the desire to remain an only child but eventually he cut to the chase and started to beat it to the idea of wrapping his blister covered lips around his dad's thick black cock.

one night, with his pubertal hormones raging, he killed his mother in a fit of jealous rage. he then cut her vagina from her body and devoured it. he shuddered in ecstasy at the taste of such long desired prize it contained in it's bloody folds. unable to face his father he fled into the night...

with every death madmann was simply trying to quiet the unspeakable demons that led the viscous circle of pleasure and shame. it was no use. every time he took his tiny cock in his hand one thought and one thought only could make him rise to his full 2 inches of glory. then, in a shame filled post masturbatory haze, he would stalk his prey trying in vain to kill his hunger for his father's cock.

Little Wing,
that was awesome I wish I could rep you again