And then Metal put his legs into the stirrups.
“Will this hurt WTF?” he asked.
“Shut the fuck up bitch, and let me concentrate.” WTF replied.
Metal shut the fuck up; he didn’t want to get slapped again.
WTF knelt down and slowly inserted two fingers into Metal’s rectum, and then gradually going deeper until his entire fist was inside.
“Ah…”
“Don’t fucking scream bitch! Or I’ll fucking rip your goddamn asshole open, and pull your fucking intestines out! Now we’re going to try the OTHER hand today.”
Metal’s eyes widen in fear, but also in delicious excitement. He’d never been taken to this level before. WTF was so dominant! Metal’s little faggot ass loved every painful minute of it.
WTF began to insert his other hand inside Metal, stretching his sphincter to a painful limit. Metal would’ve screamed right then and there, but WTF’s other hand was massaging his prostate so good, that the pleasure overrode the pain.
Finally both hands were inside, massaging grapefruit sized prostate. It was heaven! Metal felt like he was back in the womb! He jizzed all over WTF’s face and passed out, from the exhilaration of sensory overload.
When Metal woke up, he found himself in the hospital, with a brand new colostomy bag. WTF was there and shrugged.
“Well what the fuck did you expect after I stretched your asshole wide enough to shove a toaster in there and still have room for the waffle iron?”
It didn’t matter though. Metal fell back to sleep with a smile. Metal KNEW WTF loved him.
THE END
Decimated Fucktard!
Threaded Mode
