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Junior Member
Join Date: Mar 2005
Location: Fathers bedroom
Posts: 12
Internets: 19
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Dear diary,
As I fled from my dungeon cell the putrid smell of Pepe's squished genitals lingered in the air, following me down the maze like corridors. Naked, save for the dog collar around my neck, I ran for dear life, the sound of my penis and balls slapping against my thighs while I tried to navigate. In the not so far off distance I could hear the enraged scream of the english school boy rejects who had found my would be rapist. I ran and I ran and I ran, but no matter which way I turned I never seemed to come any closer to finding a way out. That's when Filipe and his gang of blokes appeared from around the corner infront of me. Filipe: You've been a bad doggy, wanker. Pepe is dead...And so are you. His fellow chaps chuckled and nodded in anticipation and I could feel my heart race. It was in that moment of hopelessness that an image of father flashed in my mind. No way would these roughians stand between us. Suddenly I could hear the faint sound of running water, and without a moments hesitation I turned from my group of pursuers and ran the other way! I could hear them right behind me and gaining quickly, and then I saw it! A pipe. I leapt through the air like a graceful swan and shot down the tube like a sperm being projected through the shaft of the penis. Filipe: Oh bloody hell! He's gone and flung himself into the sewer pipe! Filipe walked to the pipe and screamed down at me Filipe: I hope you enjoy your time in the shit deck doggy, because you're going to die there! I landed in a pile of what I can only describe as toxic sludge, human feces and urine with a mixture of maggots, flies and contaminated water. I instantly gagged and threw up from the smell, adding to the filth. Whimpering miserably I crawled out of the sludge onto a slimey brick bank and curled up into a ball, rocking back and forth. From what I can see the sewers are endless. I can't see very well and I feel nauseous. I miss the days of having my bottom powdered by the colored boy and playing jump rope with Beatrice....This isn't how it's suppose to be. I miss father so bad that it makes me hurt all over, throb even....But sometimes that's not always bad. Reaching down I gripped my tallywhacker and began to please myself softly, the vomit acting as a lubricant while I thought of father, for I may never see him again... [ May 02, 2005, 01:46 PM: Message edited by: Francis ] |
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Beatrice says father loves me very much. That makes me happy.
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