Vice President
You are lost in the abyss of your own complacency. You are anything but free. Free to brush my hair before you comb yours yet you will never lay a finger on my head or any other part of my body, you discredited leech. You better shut the fuck up and listen because I’m ready to preach.
That smirk you’re wearing will fall right off your grotesque face that wore off when I beat your ace. You can’t erase the evidence of the case once it’s been discovered and documented on a disrespectful base.
You aren’t smart. Your shit isn’t art. It’s invented slobber that calls itself word vomit to sound nice but I’ve checked the list twice and the Vice President isn’t inviting you in. It pays to be thin. I knew right off the bat you were stubborn, stupid, slanderous, devious and abnormally fat.
So you sit at your computer and “stimulate” yourself non stop while you consume cold coffee thats too old to taste but you can’t and don’t let it go to waste. I also know you don’t copy and paste but you intentionally sound like a dictionary just to feel superior to others that aren’t like your little brother or your nosy mother. I can’t relate.
I know you’re jerking off to me as often as your lousy boner will let you. You might as well choke on the toner I don’t wear as I supersede the articulation of anything further being afflicted by something artificial. Are you dense as well as dull?
I know what you’re doing. I can feel your intention as you lay back and close your eyes, lightly touching your skin from your shaft to your inner thighs, pretending that you’re holding onto my perfect ass but that sass would slap you so hard, you would never get hard again, which is the ultimate goal. You were born from the wrong hole through an even more demented scull that told the Democrats to steal the gun, just for fun and run away with it.
You’re holding your penis in your right hand and your phone in your left while you brutally stare at my latest picture, gritting your teeth and grunting quietly because your parents are asleep. That’s the kind of company you keep. I bet you’d love to go deep in me wouldn’t you?
I see the desire in your eyes as you forfeit all forged lies. You lick your lips and grind on your fingertips as she drips but never for you. The anticipation will you kill you, intentionally. You can’t forgive this nation. You aren’t god but you seem to think you’re a god in bed on the brink of crushing your unit and falling off the bed, unfortunately cracking your cock on the way down to get a fake crown. You don’t want to die but you wish you would just drown. You know you’ll never see me or her in our wedding gown.
It’s time to smile for the wedding pictures. You walked a mile in the grooms dormant tuxedo and dirty underwear that smells like that shit you took your hike down but had nothing to wipe your ass with before you could try to gripe about how ripe you are. If I wanted to find a place to haunt you, I wouldn’t need to go far. I should curse your seed to prove a point. You do not choose who God will anoint.
You seem to think that soliciting my affection for your deepest orgasms will give you a dying chance to dance with me so you can increase the intensity of those orgasms with every swing and rotating phone call that won’t ring. Did you develop the fat lady because she won’t sing? You claim you gave me everything and I told you fuck off.
No one told you to buy me charges. And no one told you to message my father in law with the threats you think you heard and the feces you know you saw. It wasn’t your goddamn place to speak to him. You are weak. You even massage yourself while you’re taking a leak. Your urine oozes out while you wonder about what I’m doing and deceiving yourself into believing that I’m interested in anything you think you’re pursuing with me. You’re too color blind to see the truth in your unawakened youth. You looked better when you lost your first tooth.
You’re still peeing. Your left hand is centered on the wall as you pause to listen for anyone wandering down the hall. You resume to pretend that you have entered me, forcing your penis forward into your fat and unqualified fingers, molded into your hand. You grunt again as you realize this is it for you. You lost your wedding band. That was your fault. Your penis swells with dead sperm but it just looks like an obese worm. Thick but no depth. No bandwidth. You’re tormented so severely you can barely stand but you absolutely have to pass this excruciating orgasm or you will never have one again and you can’t imagine such a thing.
I don’t give a shit how valuable your mother’s cheap diamond ring is. I know it came from a pawn shop because you are that dirt cheap. You will reap everything you have sown. Your generosity was soon trumped by your intention to seduce me and then reduce me into your slave for the sake of all the priceless charity you donated to me before you tried to squeeze a handjob out of me for the value you never gave anyone. Yes, I’m mocking you. I’m making fun of you.
Is your tiny penis still hard? Rub it. Stimulate yourself, darling. I want to see how hard and long it gets so I can polk around with your folks about it. Oh you think I’m not above that? You were wrong. I will absolutely discuss the functions of your manhood with your mother and ask for directions from your father on how to progress in making you ejaculate without a sound or a word. You heard me. Do you wish you hadn’t embarrassed me now, you fucking cow?
I cannot allow you to continue this trend of tending to your unworthy penis like you do.
Does that make you uncomfortable sweetie? After all, your mother is the first one who ever touched you but I’m sure she meant no harm. She held you in her arms, changed your diapers and gave you baths that terminated the paths of the unwilling math that eventually first made your dick hard when your best friend tried to stick it in his mouth way down south. He even tried to finger your asshole. He was pretty strong while he held you down and jerked you off until you came in his filthy hands.
So you were mildly raped and eventually escaped. That shaped the rest of your romantic life and your sex lite has suffered immensely.
A woman won’t even think of touching you, will she? Have you thought maybe he would? I’m not saying you’re gay but you better pray you’re not. Prison loves that juicy asshole you wanted to slide into when you trip to cop my address. I want to see the police arrest you with a boner and an orgasm so close you slowly ejaculate as you’re walking while the officers are talking.
Are you a pedophile? I feel like you might be and my son will never be done incriminating you if you are. I can’t see the stars so you must be. If Heaven is blind then Hell is the only one that can see. You also better hope that the devils in a better mood are you will be defiled publicly. I watch you gulp, completely naked, laughing behind my hand as I watch your penis completely deflate. You weren’t expecting this. You can barely stand. You’re petrified.
Sir, move along in line before your ass is mine. Wait, am I the one performing fellatio on you or is my partner?
I’m such a cunt sometimes but I bore the brunt of your unhealthy infatuation with me while I was using dimes. There’s nothing that mountain won’t climb.
Your face turns to desolate horror when you find out you’re being bound from the front and framed from the back while your recruiter grunts, penetrating your desert dry asshole viscously. Your demanding screams taunt my visceral spirit but I can’t ignore my dreams. I’m trying not cream my own panties. I like gay sex. That’s why I watched Shameless. This is my punishment for straight men that disrespect me ever again. They get radically sodomized by a soldier with a pistol for a penis.
He doesn’t stop when your knees buckle. You can even hear him chuckle. This could go on for ours. He has the power to perform such rituals.
So, JT, do you still want to touch yourself now?
I know you can’t imagine how I wrote all that to you but it got me wet enough to climax to your misfortune but that would shun my real reason for keeping you as an apprentice. You are required to do this or you are fired and ineligible to ever be rehired anywhere as well as disqualified from supplemental income. Are you still having a belated orgasm or did you forget where that even came from? I know you still want some.
You’ve been adapting to anal sex quite well. Your asshole didn’t even swell but we chose to dwell nearby just in case it was bruised but with no interpretation of any trace of being misused and abused. No one will ever believe I could pull that off. I fake cough.
I’m breaking the hex every time you break the bed with him. You’re starting to moan pretty loudly when he licks the tip of you. And you absolutely cannot hide that informative gasp when he has your climax in his hands and he’s slowly manipulating it out of you. A woman should be doing this but men know the male anatomy better. It truly is the best orgasm of your life. Don’t forget to make eye contact before, sharing and after the fact. Remember it’s an extremely unholy act so cleanse yourself and tend to your wounds.
You’ve been trafficked. He’s a general. Hes bisexual but mostly lbgt. You know how it goes. This is your home until I decide otherwise. You can roll your eyes if you want to but I wouldn’t advise it. You will experience a pre pounding and a pounding as well as grounding you from anything but these main activities. Do I sound like you now?
You don’t own the orgy and you certainly don’t attend it. That’s for men who truly pull their pants down and bend over backwards to implement it. It’s just like a dent in your car, darling. You can get it fixed. You look perplexed. Can I help you?
You are too shocked to say anything. First I blocked you. You persisted. You would not take a hint and then you fell for the line that I know your touch yourself when you think of me, which is often because you talk to yourself in small messages and thumbs up while you’re refilling your coffee cup, and numbing your asshole as you reach for the next roll of toilet paper you’re lucky to have. You don’t dare reach for your penis right now because you’re being documented regularly. You qualified for a psych ward from your disability benefits. You made it about a yard before you tried to run but, no puns intended, you were rear ended very suddenly. You hit pause as you brace for impact and whisper a prayer for forgiveness that he makes you ejaculate harder than your wife ever did. Just the touch of his fingers on your very sensitive foreskin as the blood rushes to the part that gushes into the next part, inflating the walls of your rubber ding dong while I listen to my favorite song and observe the dedication these social workers put into your psychological evaluations of your feelings for me. There’s nothing they don’t know and haven’t seen. You’re begging me to go but I will when I please.
I’m at ease with your displeasure. It’s quite the treasure after you plotted to kidnap, sodomize me, rape me, and impregnate me then force me to keep the child so you can coerce me into marrying your fat ass so I framed you for everything I did after I pretended to seduce you and named you a prime suspect as the fatass who tried to extort me for some cheap items and would have tried to report me if I didn’t unblock you, which you then began to harass me further. You will never sit at your computer pretending that you run a publishing company that’s nothing more than a free page on Facebook to make you look good. I bet you never thought I would sell you for your own ideas but I did and I have no remorse. One in the head. One of the heart, if need be. We shall certainly see.
Why am I so wet? Because I won a bet I won’t ever forget or regret.
Your mumbled scattered thoughts upon the paper will be nigh when I ride over to you to hide the other side of me, and I will be reciting them as you soon explode in front of me. The point of utter humiliation as the colonials butter culminates on the tip of your tongue and you gag in lost attention to attempt to brag about your skills and your human rights when you can’t hold still because you’re being taken against your will. Your neighbors and their kids are watching at the window sill. I’m captivated by the thrill of seeing you on display after all the prayers I humbly prayed that you would step out of my way.
It’s the path you pave that makes you brave. I know you thought someone was coming to save you but there are no saddens monkeys in your circus. You will need to take the bus when you leave. The joy and relief on your face was just enough for me to mock it off but I was off the clock so there’s no record of it at all. There is no uncertain dismissal of dismay that you are unwilling to participate in that you are required to portray. You are the prime example of a quarter that laid with a dime for a long time until he got her pregnant because his sperm was too weak.
So JT, tell me, how weak is your sperm?
I don’t swallow and I don’t do germs but I know you do! I’ve seen you. Good job! I’m so proud of you! I fist pump you as you frantically and wildly glare at me but your impressive guilt will go nowhere.
Are you shocked that you fell in love with a man for all that he can do and does for you?
What an overdose to misconstrue but that’s how quickly I can get rid of you. Then I’ll just watch you tied up just out of reach of your precious penis so I can play with it until your balls are blue and leave you aching so bad you can’t sleep until I return to massage it out of you. A woman is finally touching you again. You scream and I laugh. This isn’t a dream, JT. You have been sold into sexual experimentation. I’m helping track your sperm development so I can find the right woman to match you with. I can almost hear how loud you yell my name when you’re inside her, leaving her to rub herself to sleep because you can’t go very deep anymore. Oh, did we tell you we trimmed your penis? We dimmed the lights and went to work. We worked you to the edge until you had no choice but to splurge and we carried you over the ledge just so you wouldn’t be tempted to rape me in a fit of rage, based on your anal urge to pursue a relationship with me, inferior to me, chased into a cave without light to feast on the delight of your own flesh and blood when you fall in the mud because it’s too dark to see. You can’t flee. You have nearly given up but that Aquarius trait of being double minded seduces you into believing you can escape. Im not your hero. I don’t wear a cape. I don’t care how you’re treated or if you’re feeling defeated.
You gape at me. You trimmed me you gasp. You turn horse and your voice becomes a rasp. At least we didn’t remove all of your genitals. You can never satisfy another woman or even a man but you can be masturbated.
I knew I hated you. I wish I never met you
I’ve been waiting for that.
I reach down and pet your penis while your eyes roll back just enough to hit record. We’re posting this on discord. The cuffs lock into place and the look on your face hangs itself in another space. Too much stuff to kick over on my way out the door to explore every nerve ending on your shortened breadstick. Don’t be ashamed, JT. You’re being named homecoming king.
Please don’t touch me.
Oh no?
No
Too bad. That’s really just a shame. Are you also JE? Lying about your identity will get another inch on this unbelievably attractive cock removed while you’re awake this time. Drs have to beat the clock. You’ll be in shell shock until you can tell time again when and if you can. I’m willing not to mock you while you’re being stripped of your willpower and whipped into sexual submission but I will laugh when you get out of line. Instead of sodomizing you now, we’re just going to rub your genitals until you orgasm like a fool and lose all your tools when you see Sarah. Doesnt that name ring a loud bell?
Please stop being a tease.
Now he tries to use poetry as his way out. I step up and gently lick the tip that already drips with pre cum. I feel your legs naturally stiffen and move a few inches this way and that to try to hide in incoming orgasmic wave of brilliance that will chain you to the crowd. Everyone’s watching you do the most intimate thing you’ve ever done and we have fbi recordings of you masturbating to me. I like how you moan but you cum too fast. You need to last longer. Now, JT, or do you prefer something else like JE as your first name?
You shake your head prolifically and horizontally but it’ll never be the same. Now it’s my game. You are the prize I get to pick apart and analyze. Your every movement. What drives you to masturbate. Your thoughts when you receive an erection on your own or prodded. Remember how you were so numb you nodded when I asked you for the correct answers.
Oh my, even I’m stimulated now but I would never sleep with a cow.
Even in solitary confinement I marvel at how you look at me and the details in how you defined a plan to snatch me, match me, catch me and master me, kidnap me, hide me off the grid so you can’t find me on a hidden map, plotted to force me to potty train on your lap. I was tired of your crap, uncle JT I was tired of hearing your excuses for refusing to leave my room when you were drunk and trying to lock me in your trunk when I crawled into the bottom bunk so I wouldnt be mauled.
You found me. You molested me. This is payback. At least you got back on track but it wasn’t fast enough for me. I like lightening speed and I admire your need for me but you are indeed the fat friend. I would rather fuck your rear end than bend over for you. You had no clue what you were setting up. Looking back now, seeing what you were agreeing to in the fine print I hinted at but you were assured that you knew it all.
So start writing those msgs and moaning for me, sir, or ma‘am, whichever you prefer. Please show the audience exactly how you look when you moan my name. I look down and laugh. Oh my, like a teenage boy. You already came. What a lovely time frame to enjoy the harvest.
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