Date: Fri, 14 Jul 2023 22:31:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: lovediego <lovediego@aol.com>
Subject: Southern Comfort Part 3

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1:

"God. His hole smells like shit and looks like an open crater."

"Why the fuck do you care? Just get your fat ass down there before we fuck
your shithole until it drips with our nut juice too."

"Don't tempt him. He'll probably love it."

I'd fallen asleep on Jeb's hairy lap and stayed there through my nap. He
cradled my head, stroking it lovingly as I took in the full raunchy flavors
of his most intimate body parts. I found the sharp scent of man-funk rising
like steam from his musky balls, unwashed and unwiped furry manhole oddly
comforting. His stiff 10 inches of pierced man-cock sat almost on my
forehead. I was so relaxed and happy that I kept my eyes closed and enjoyed
the dirty talk from the raunchy porno and the stench of this amazing older
man just before The Sand Man dragged me off to his land of slumber.

"Fuck, look at him go. I've never seen anyone eat a ruined shithole as well
as this motherfucker. Take a look at a master pig, fellas. We can all learn
a lot from a guy that will literally eat shit, piss and cum from some
homeless kid's asshole without a gun being pointed at his head. This is one
nasty piece of shit."

The sound of the still-running porno woke me up. I don't know how long I
slept, but my teen cock was still rock hard and full mast.

"...and that's all you did? Drive around and think?"

That wasn't from the porno but from Jeb. He was talking to his younger
brother TJ, who had my size 7 feet in his lap, and massaged them as he
answered. He lovingly rubbed above and below my feet before sliding one of
his spit slick fingers between each of my stinky, sweaty toes like a thick
cock and fucked the space between them.

"Yeah, mostly. Well, that and I stopped at the hardware store to pick up a
few things. Jake says hi, by the way. And then I hit the market to pick up
some more beer, those chips you like, and some things for the rest of the
week." TJ replied like he was on trial.

"So what's in the bag from The Blue Store?" His older brother asked with a
tone of suspicion.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I picked up a gift for Jaime." He said. I could
almost hear the smile in his voice.

"That's nice. But we really need to talk about what we plan to do with
him." Jeb stated matter of factly.

I kept my eyes closed, but my ears were wide open as they began to discuss
my fate.

"Yea, I know. I'm sorry I dragged you into my mess Jeb, but you should've
seen him at the bus station. He was lost, scared and pissing all over the
fucking place. What was I supposed to do, let him stay there, alone?" TJ
asked his brother. Who still held my head in his lap, resting against his
smeg smelling cock.

This sounded a lot like pity if you asked me. But, since I didn't want them
to know I was awake, I kept my mouth shut and my objections to myself.

"He's not a lost puppy, Thomas James, and you can't just steal someone
else's child from a bus station. What happens when his mother comes looking
for him? When she finds out he's been taken in by two guys like us and
living in a town like ours? You know we have to be careful about
outsiders." Jeb scolded him.

"Come on, you know damn well that bitch isn't out looking for him. You
heard his story. I believed every word he said. Hell, he even showed us his
GED as proof. What the fuck else do you want me to do? Call her? Hello,
cunt. Yes, did you abuse your son until he felt he needed to run away from
your sorry ass? You did? Great. Just checking." The younger brother
defended his decision with sarcasm but more truth than he knew.

"Look. He's very young, vulnerable, and emotionally...needy. Can you handle
that?" Jeb wanted an answer, and quickly.

"Maybe we should finish talking outside; I don't want to wake Little man
up." TJ said as he gently released my funky feet and placed them on the
soiled sofa. Jeb did the same with my head. Soon I heard the door to the
patio open and shut.

"Yeah, smell that nasty butt funk. That's the smell of a man's fucked
pussy. It's loaded with spit and 7 loads of spooge. Along with whatever
shit wasn't fucked right out of me. Tell me what my shithole smells like,
bitch."

"Fuck, it stinks. It smells like shit."

"It's called a shithole for a reason. And you wouldn't want to eat me out
if it smelled like roses. A pig like you lives to wallow in sewage. So dive
in, faggot. I've got more than enough to feed you what you need."

"Fuck yeah, do it, shit in his cunt mouth. Do that shit!"

The sound of the porno seemed to get louder after the brothers left the
room. I opened my eyes and tried to take my mind off what was being said
about me outside. I knew from experience these types of talks never went my
way.

"Open up that tight shithole for me, boy. I want my slimy, stink dick to go
so far inside your ass that you can taste my nut in your throat. That's it,
baby, take all of Daddy's big dick in your boy-pussy. Show me how much you
love my stink cock fucking your nasty hole."

"Fuck. Fuck me, Daddy. Fill me up with your hot cum. The same cum you made
me from. I love the smell and taste of your dirty dick. Just thinking about
sucking your cock with my cuntlips is making me hard as fuck."

On the screen, a new scene that looked like a father and son duo were going
at it. The younger one was on his back on a wooden kitchen table as the
older one raped his cavity with what looked to be at least 12 solid inches
of donkey dad dick. Porn companies really go all out when they look for
guys with massive cocks. They got their money's worth with this one.

The camera panned under the kid's open, blood-dripping hole to show the
viewer just how ruined it was. This was an abused shitter that had taken
lots of cock and even more loads from lots of guys. It ruins the fantasy
about them being related, but hell, that's show biz.

"Uhg, fuck, fuck, fuck.. I'm cuming. I'm shooting my load in this dirty
boy-pussy. Shit. Fuck, take my seed, son. Take all I got. Fuck, I'm
breeding your cunt even better than I did your whore of a mother to make
you." The father yelled as he came hard in the younger one's butt.

From the back, I could see the father's smooth ball sac constrict with each
volley of hot scum he sent into his son's rectum. At least 6 came out in a
row before the overflow dripped onto the floor. The camera followed the
nasty run-off as it pooled into a brownish sludge at the father's big
feet. He quickly got down on his knees and ate his little boy's nasty cunt
out. The son's rosebud prolapsed into his father's mouth. It was bright red
with a massive coating of sludgy brown shit around the edges.

Dad looked starving the way he attacked the pre-teen hole and took back as
much of his own cum as he could swallow.

The boy's anus was red and puffy from the sexual assault, but he wasn't
complaining. His father finished his disgusting meal, approached his mouth,
and spit all he had sucked up into it. The kid lost his shit. Literally and
figuratively. He began jerking his cock like a madman as he took a shit on
the kitchen table and floor. The sound a few rank farts, and the mixture of
wet runny turds around thick chunks of butt fudge was like an explosion
that covered the dad in rectal waste.

"Fuck, Daddy, I'm cumming as I shit. Fuck, fuck me in my ass as I take a
dump. Please, Dad. I need your fat cock punching my pussy. Use your dick to
repack my shit inside my hole!" The boy was shaking and yelling as his
father did as he commanded.

"Here you go, baby boy, daddy's big dick back inside your boy-cunt where it
belongs." The older man quickly forced his still-hard member back into his
kid's opened asshole and began fucking him again.

This second fuck was longer but just as rough and violent. The father
fucked the smelly shit back into his son's abused rectum with each inward
thrust. But dragged almost as much of the brownish and green muck back out
when he yanked his rank pole out entirely before repeating the process. For
his part, the son wanked his cock with fury as he played with his tiny pink
nipples. Both males were sweating profusely, cursing, and spitting on or at
the other. The wooden table shook with each of the father's trusts as he
forced his son's flimsy body along the length of it. Lubricated by their
bodily fluids.

The sounds of a raunchy man fuck erupted from the TV speakers. Both males
screamed in ecstasy as even more shit and bombastic farts escaped from the
smaller one's wide-open fuck ditch.

The camera angle panned downward to show us the father's dick getting
dirtier and dirtier from his son's shit logs as the kid began to jerk off
with more intensity. Both father and son wailed in bliss as the brown
smelly excrement covered the dad's dick and creamy white spooge shot from
his son's hard cock.

Even as his son stopped shooting, the father kept fucking. Getting ready
for round three. Then, without warning, a torrent of robust and yellow piss
rose from the kid's cock, bathing them both in urine.

Not wanting to waste a single drop of waste, the father leaned in, pulled
his son's cock toward his mouth, and began to drink like it was a
fountain. The father wet his entire face and beard in the putrid liquid
before pointing the pissing penis at his son, who opened wide to take from
his own bladder.

"...so, that's what we'll tell him." Jeb said as I heard them leave the
patio and approach the kitchen. The sound from there traveled better, and I
could hear what they were saying.

"I don't know, Jeb, it feels wrong somehow, but I guess you're right." TJ
sounded sad and disappointed. And that didn't sound good for me.

By the time they entered the large room, I was sitting up, stroking my
reeking teen cock and facing the TV. My eyes were looking at the screen,
but I could no longer see what was happening, as my full attention was
focused behind me.

I'm not stupid. Not now or then. And I never truly believed I'd be welcome
for more than the weekend in the brothers' cabin, but it was nice to let
myself relax and believe it, at least for a little while. No one in their
right mind would take in some kid off the streets and give him a home. That
type of shit only happens to kids in the movies, who find white saviors to
protect their little brown asses from a world their new adopters benefit
from. These guys were not like that, nor did I want that. I didn't want to
be wanted out of pity or because someone felt sorry for me. I knew enough
that I deserved much better than that. If I would ever find it was another
question.

"Good, you're up; I got you a gift that I really hope you like." TJ said as
he walked towards me, kissed me on my forehead, and then bent over to kiss
the tip of my dripping rancid, cheesy dick.

He quickly returned with the infamous black bag. From inside, he pulled out
a size small white jockstrap. The waistband was thick, but the pouch seemed
a bit small.

"Don't worry; I had the guy at the shop make some adjustments to it so that
it fits you perfectly and keeps that big slimy cock of yours securely in
place. The same mine does for me. TJ said, unbuttoning his tight jeans and
showing me his foul-smelling jock. It was dirty in the best way and reeked
of piss, dick cheese, cum, and sweat. All favorites of mine. The younger
brother made sure to show off the fullness of his basket before turning
around and giving me a peak of his hairy muscular buns.

"I promise. You'll look adorable in this. And just to make sure, Jeb and I
are going to help you break it in!" TJ tossed the new jock over to me for
inspection. Looking over at his older brother for permission, I quickly put
on my new gift and modeled it for them. Even I could admit that the
tightness of the cloth pouch felt good around my junk, and the back straps
made my butt look bigger than what genetics provided.

Later that night, on the patio, we all took turns pissing on and inside my
jock. Christening it with smelly urine. The warm water felt great on my
cock and pubes. Like a final gift before being kicked to the curb.

2:

I once heard an old woman on the subway say she didn't believe in being the
first person to arrive at a party because it made her seem like she had
nothing better to do. And she refused to be the last one leaving the party
because those are the ones hosts end up having to throw out on their asses
for overstaying their welcome. Until that Sunday night, I never had use for
that advice. I decided I was going to leave before being thrown out. The
question was how to do it?

I left my mom's apartment like a thief in the night because I knew she
wouldn't care either way. I left when my bus was leaving. I wasn't avoiding
telling her anything because there was nothing left to say. She didn't want
me, and I didn't want to be with her. My leaving was solving two people's
problems with one fast exit.

But leaving the brothers that way felt wrong. They had been so kind to
me. But goodbyes weren't really my style. And I wasn't going to do
something as shitty as leaving a post-it note on the kitchen table.

I also had some other issues to work out in my head. Their cabin is far in
the woods, off of the main roads. Walking would take me about 15 -20
minutes just to be off their property. Then, it takes another 45 min or so
to get to the bus station. I wasn't really sure since we were in a car,
traveling fast, and I wasn't paying as much attention as I should've been.

I let the night go on as normal. I thought it better to leave without any
drama or bullshit. Being summer, the sun rose at around 5 AM, and I was up
like a pistol to greet it. Carefully, I crept out of bed between the two
sleeping giants, both snoring and dead to the world. One last look was all
I took because I knew anything more or longer would make me change my
mind. It was time to go.

Barefoot and butt-ass naked, I took the stairs down, grabbed my heavy ass
bag, opened their front door, and closed it quietly. I didn't fully shut it
for fear of making noise. I carefully walked behind TJ's truck and got
dressed. Then I began my long walk back to the bus station.

The morning air was crisp and cool and quickly woke me up. I could smell
how fresh and clean everything around me was, and I liked it. I decided
then and there that wherever I ended up, it had to smell like that. I
walked with my head down most of the way off their property, watching my
steps fall on the gravel and then the grass before finally reaching
asphalt. I turned left towards the station.

I can't say how long I'd been walking, as I didn't own a watch, but it felt
like forever. All I could see in front of and behind me were trees. No
people. No cars. Just trees. It was a lonely walk but something I was used
to.

Walking in a crowded city is actually even lonelier than walking alone in
the country. Being surrounded by so many people who just bump past you,
ignoring your very existence, maybe muttering something rude under their
breath as they pass you by, is a fucked up way to live. At least out in the
open air, alone, with only my thoughts, it all made sense. It was just
me. But the reality was that it always had been just me. Alone.

Out of nowhere, I heard a car barrel up behind me at full speed. The sound
of the engine was what got my attention. Before I could jump out of the way
and into the woods, the vehicle stopped, and the driver got out of the car.

"What the fuck are you doing? Where do you think you're going?" TJ was
pissed. Yelling at the top of his lungs at me as he hopped out of his
truck. He was standing in front of me so fast that it shocked me. He was
buck ass naked, with no shoes even, and screaming bloody murder at me.

"How the hell could you just leave like that? No note, no explanation, no
nothing. Did we do something wrong? Did I do something wrong?" Tears were
beginning to form in his eyes as he asked me questions that meant so much
more than I could ever know. He felt rejected and was hurt.

"Jamie. Talk to me. What's going on." Now he was standing so close to me
that I could feel his spit on my cheek as he spoke and smell his morning
breath with each word. The strong scent of his pits greeted my nose and
overpowered the freshness of the trees. I could even smell his ripe, uncut
cock, the cheese having regrown quickly in the night.

I...I thought it would be better this way. I told him. Stepping back to
give him space. In my young life, I learned that anyone who would yell
would hit. And if they hit you once, they'll hit you again and again.  He
seemed to see the fear in my eyes as he faced me. For the first time, he
realized what he must have looked like to me. A man who was a total
stranger just a few days ago drove his jeep almost into me, jumped out,
yelling and screaming while naked, and waving a huge, smelly, uncut cock in
my direction.

"Little man, I'm so sorry. Sorry if I did anything to hurt you. But please,
tell me why you left." TJ gave me my space and tried to make himself
smaller against my frame. His face softened as he tried to pull himself
back together. He looked back at his truck to make sure no traffic was
coming and rested against it.

I never expected you to let me live with you forever. The weekend is over,
and you and Jeb have your own lives to get back to. I heard the two of you
talking yesterday and decided to leave before you kicked me out. I told
him, with enough distance between us to ensure my physical safety.

"What? Heard us talking?" TJ searched his memory, trying to understand what
I could've been talking about. And then it dawned on him.

"There's a reason why it's not good to make decisions without all the
information. What you thought we were talking about isn't what we were
talking about. Yes, Jeb and I discussed my feelings for you and how I
needed to respect you as a person, but that didn't mean we were going to
kick you out. It meant the opposite. He just wanted to make sure that I
understood that...that...I can't...I can't ever forget how special you
are."

Now he was crying, not out of pain but stupidity. He forgot to take into
account how fragile I was. That if I would leave one home because I felt
unwelcome, of course, I would leave another just as fast.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault for not being clear. I want you to stay. I
do. So please, get in the fucking truck." TJ opened the passenger door and
moved out of the way, allowing me to either go or stay. My choice, and he
wouldn't stop me. I so wanted to believe him. I needed to believe him. Not
because I didn't have anywhere else to go but because I didn't want to go
anywhere else. I felt stupid. I ran instead of asking questions. I wasn't
acting like a man but a scared kid. In my defense, that's what I was.

I got in the truck.

TJ pulled a U-turn and quickly drove us back to the cabin. All of my
walking was reversed in less than 10 minutes. As we got closer to the
cabin, I saw Jeb standing at the door. There are no words to describe the
look on his face. Of course, he, too, was still naked, but that was
natural. It was his body language that said so much more.

As I got out of the truck, TJ took my heavy ass bag and slung it over his
shoulder. His big brother made one gesture with his index finger as he
pointed at the spot directly in front of him.

"YOU. COME. HERE!" His voice boomed through and past the trees. I looked to
TJ for an answer, but he turned away. I knew that wasn't the time to go
slowly, so I quickly made my way up the steps to the spot he was still
pointing. I was scared.

I took in full the hirsute man before me. If possible, he seemed even more
handsome but intimidating than the first time I met him. Jeb was soaked to
the bone in his own sweat. The scent of his pits and pubes was strong and
overpowered the sweet summer air. His uncut cock, of course still gripped
by his large silver cock ring, stood erect and stared me in the face. A
liquid that looked like piss dripped lightly from the large slit. Jeb's
face was almost stoic, but there was a hint of sadness in his eyes. A
sadness that I'd caused.

"Don't you ever leave us again." Jeb said as he grabbed me in his arms,
picked me up, and squeezed me tightly.

"This is your home. We're your family. You can't run away from us because
we'll follow you so that we can all be together. I know this is new for
you, but it's a lesson you need to learn fast and right now. Around here,
we talk. We don't run. Understand?" I couldn't give an answer because he
was holding me so tight I could barely breathe. But I nodded my head into
his hairy bare chest as he carried me back inside the cabin.

3:

Jeb carried me back inside while TJ followed quickly behind with my bag. I
was ashamed of what I'd done and the way I'd done it, but happy that
someone actually cared enough about me to bring me back. Two some ones, in
this case

"I think I know what the problem is, little brother. This pup isn't getting
enough attention and love. What do you think?" He said, looking past me and
at TJ.

"Maybe you're right. We should show him just how much we care. Right now."
He said, with an almost sinister grin on his face.

"Lucky for you, Jaime, we thought it would take longer to find your runaway
ass and took the entire day off. So we're free to shower you with all the
attention you crave. And then some." The older brother picked me up, threw
me over his shoulder like he had done the day before, and led all three of
us down the long hallway. This time, instead of turning left into the
toilet, he turned right and opened a door I hadn't noticed before.

The light came on automatically as we entered. There were stairs that led
to a room under the cabin. It looked like a sex dungeon. The lights were
dim, but spotlights hovered over certain areas of the room.

Specifically, a medical table equipped with stirrups, black leather wrists,
and ankle restraints. The rest of the room was nicely decorated in a
masculine yet seedy way. The walls were lined with shelves filled with just
about every sex toy, device, and lube you could imagine. There was a giant
leather swing located at the back of the room and some other things that I
didn't know what they were at the time.

He dropped me unceremoniously on my feet just as TJ came up behind me. I
was sandwiched between the brothers and quickly stripped bare. From t-shirt
to trainers, I was just as naked as both Jeb and TJ.

Their massive, smelly cocks were erect and dripping pre cum in excitement
for whatever they had planned for me. My cock actually began to shrivel up
in fear. Only my cockring kept it from totally disappearing into my body.

"Looks like the pup knew exactly what to take with him on his trip, huh,
little brother?" Jeb said, staring at my metal-encircled cock. He turned me
around so that my ass was facing him, giving him access to my unwashed
shitter. His thick fingers quickly opened my senstive, hairy teen butthole
and discovered that my cunt was still outfitted with my butt plug.

"And still plugged. Told you he would fit right in." TJ spun me back around
so that he could feel for the plug rubbing my anal walls and tickling my
prostate, lightly almost pulling it out, then pushing it back in again a
few times. This made my cock begin to rise.

"Ok, let's strap him in and get to work." Jeb stated matter-of-factly as he
lightly stroked his pierced, cheezy cock head. The metal ring shined in the
dim light and showed off the pre-jizz his cock was spitting onto the floor
in copious amounts. The smell of his manhood was almost overpowering. I
wondered how both of the brothers were able to maintain such a strong aroma
throughout the day and night. They also always seemed to be erect and
horny.

They sat me on the medical table and put my naked, sweaty feet in the metal
stirrups. And raised the back so my head was slightly elevated. This
position stretched my legs as far as they could physically go and opened my
boy-cunt wide. The scent of my teenage, soiled asshole filled my nasal
cavity and got my cock even harder than before. Behind me, my hands were
locked over my head and secured to the table. My ankles were also locked. I
was trapped.

Below me, Jeb pulled the plug from my gaping hole and licked it clean of my
ass juices and mucus. It was slicked wet with brown shit streaks from a
morning dump that I hadn't taken yet. He licked it like a nasty lollipop
before placing it on one of the counters to the left of us.

"Pew weee, this boy stinks!" TJ said as he sniffed my ripe pits. The walk
in the morning sun had me sweating like a pig and smelling worse than one.

"But didn't we give him a shower just the other day?" Jeb joked as he
walked to get a sniff for himself.

"Guess it didn't take. We'll have to add another one to the list of things
to do." The younger brother put his nose deep into my right pit and kept
huffing as his brother returned to my opened butthole. Soon, I could feel
TJ's hot breath inside my cavity just before his slick tongue snaked out to
take a swipe at my musk. Little by little, in small laps and then large
circles, he lapped like a dog on the funky hairs growing inside the gap. I
could hear him slurping and alternating between sniffing and licking as he
gently tugged on his erection. I could smell his funky donger as he pulled
back the tight foreskin with each yank.

"Fuck, it stinks down here too. Smells like sweat, shit, cum, and piss. The
pup's a real sewer. I think all of this hair is part of the problem. And
the only solution is to get rid of it. All of it." Jeb stated as he walked
toward a glass case that held metal bowls and shaving equipment.

The whole thing was filled with all types of medical and surgical
devices. He gave a large bowl to his baby brother, who whipped out his
dirty uncut cock and filled it up with his hot, rank morning piss. Then Jeb
took a pair of electric hair clippers and handed them to his brother, who
quickly got to work on deforesting my armpits of my prized growth. The
humming of the machine let me know that soon enough, I'd be as smooth as
the day I was born.

TJ took his time and carefully removed the armpit hair without drawing one
drop of blood. Then he did the same to my left pit.

"They still stink of smelly boy, but all of the hair is gone." He informed
his brother.

For his part, Jeb took the bowl of hot urine and used it to wet the hairs
on my butt and around my anus. Since this was being done with a blade, he
was being even more careful than TJ. I felt each swipe of the knife as he
slid it across my teenage skin. He showed his mastery in the art of shaving
by knowing when and how much of my skin to pull in which direction to make
sure he got as close to my boy-hole as needed without actually cutting it.

But he wasn't done. My young nuts were next. Every follicle on my balls was
cut down and quickly washed away with TJ urine. If that wasn't bad enough,
my pubes got the axe as well. From my armpits to my asshole, I was clean as
a whistle. My body was cleaned in urine to get any stray hairs off. Since I
was bound, there was nothing I could do but watch as my black and curlies
hit the floor.

Once done, Jeb got down on his knees in front of my freshly shaven hole and
took a sniff.

"Still smells like shit little brother..." Then he stuck his wet tongue
inside my rectum.

Like he had done many times before, Jeb rimmed out my shitter. Getting
deeper inside than ever before. I started to moan at his oral intrusion,
causing TJ to work on my hard nipples and get me as hard as possible.  My
uncut cock was so stiff that my foreskin began to retract and scent the
room with the essence only a teenage boy in heat could produce.

"I'm deep up in him, and you know what, TJ, I think your little man is
full. He tastes like shit because he's carrying a heavy load of it." The
older brother stood up, stuck out his tongue, and showed off the brown
smears he had collected before swallowing it all down. He'd opened my butt
up so much that the aroma of my hole surrounded the three of us. There was
no denying that I had to take a monster dump. The smell was so intense that
lying was a waste of energy. Luckily, I had learned that my natural bodily
functions were nothing to be ashamed of. Especially in front of my new
family, that took care to enjoy everything my boy body produced.

Not only was I not apologetic, I relaxed my anus and let out a deafening,
smelly fart that made both brothers moan in pig satisfaction.

Jeb dove back into my shit trench with renewed energy, making my cock drip
with cock snot. He was right about wearing the cockring. It kept me super
hard, with the blood from my young cock getting trapped in my shaft. It
felt so good, especially with TJ lightly working over my sensitive nips and
roughly kissing my lips. I loved his sloppy kisses. And the rank smell of
his morning breath, mixed with the scent of my pits, made me almost ready
to shoot my load without touching my dick.

The deep rimming, nipple play, and sensual kissing seemed to go on
forever. I was lost in erotic pleasure until TJ stopped his manipulation of
my nips and lips and moved from behind me. He walked over to the wall
filled with dildos, led by his own gigantic swinging dong. To my immature
eyes, they all looked massive. He carried three over with him, along with
bottles of lube and poppers. I then knew what they meant when they said
they would show me love. I was about to get butt fucked.

To be continued....