For some it’s a teddy, a Hotwheel, a dumptruck,
But not Doug, instead he gave lashings and then ******
I knew not to holler lest Doug lose his focus,
Grasping my collar, he shrieked, “Hocus pocus!”
After Doug’s very first drink he’d soon have a hard on,
Then that sinister wink, I knew I was far gone.
Exhausted from ****** my nubile *** on the couch Doug laid
And then out he passed. I was no longer afraid.
The weekend ere last, after ******* Doug’s ****
He’d showed me his bolt cutters cut through a lock.
How many times had I undressed ol’ Doug?
His **** were like limes, his chest like a rug.
Sleeping upright, legs invitingly spread,
Soul black as the night, I began to see red.
O, but the sound! Like scissors through steak,
Doug writhed all around, eyes seeming to quake.
After rising, I followed the crimson trail,
As if suddenly hollowed, gravity prevailed.
Wrists sore as my *** mouth tasting metallic,
Bound like a lass, their faces utterly pallid.
Waddling down the hall, I was greeted with whistles,
“Give me a call!” Words coarser than bristles.
From the infirmary I write, and prone I must lay,
For Jerome likes ‘em white, as do Randy and Ray.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
For some it’s a teddy, a Hotwheel, a dumptruck,
But not Doug, instead he gave lashings and then ******
I knew not to holler lest Doug lose his focus,
Grasping my collar, he shrieked, “Hocus pocus!”
After Doug’s very first drink he’d soon have a hard on,
Then that sinister wink, I knew I was far gone.
Exhausted from ****** my nubile *** on the couch Doug laid
And then out he passed. I was no longer afraid.
The weekend ere last, after ******* Doug’s ****
He’d showed me his bolt cutters cut through a lock.
How many times had I undressed ol’ Doug?
His **** were like limes, his chest like a rug.
Sleeping upright, legs invitingly spread,
Soul black as the night, I began to see red.
O, but the sound! Like scissors through steak,
Doug writhed all around, eyes seeming to quake.
After rising, I followed the crimson trail,
As if suddenly hollowed, gravity prevailed.
Wrists sore as my *** mouth tasting metallic,
Bound like a lass, their faces utterly pallid.
Waddling down the hall, I was greeted with whistles,
“Give me a call!” Words coarser than bristles.
From the infirmary I write, and prone I must lay,
For Jerome likes ‘em white, as do Randy and Ray.
