A Tale Of Your Own (Rainbow)

by Eggtaro

A2.1

Previous Chapter

Even after unloading your massive load just mere seconds ago, you still have this sudden urge to go another round. It is quite clear to you that having another go on your chum gun right after the first may lead to disastrous consequences. Yet you do not care. You want nothing to do with the thought. You just wanted to have as much pleasure as possible within a short gap of time.

All you wanted right now was to unload another gunk of white gooey chocolate. Nothing else matters at this point. Nothing at all.

Without even hesitating for another second, you take hold of your now limp king dong and begin pulling on it as fast and as hard as you could. You want it to wake up, to stand erect, to rise upward. But with each pull on your lance of love only came discomfort and pain, surging and coursing its way throughout your entire body.

Yet you refuse to stop tugging your sperminator. You reason that the pain is a new way to experience wanking your zipper ripper. And so, with the thought already set in your made up mind, you hasten the rhythm on you meat-stick with an increase in ferocity and determination. Ignoring the pain, you focus your thoughts onto the one thing that is making you go on without stopping. Pleasure. Your unquenchable thirst for pleasure.

You beat on.

You reached the point of climaxing way quicker than the first round, which kinda made sense to you, since your balls aren't filled up with milk. You steady yourself, spreading your legs to give yourself more surface area to stand firmly on. You close your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for the incoming blast of satisfaction.

As your body begin to twitch and shake uncontrollably, you ejaculated your unfilled load onto the floor below you.

But instead of a moan of pleasure, a scream that went like "AAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!"came out your mouth.

But instead of testicle milk gushing out the tip of your cocktapus, out came blood, shooting out your disco stick like a broken off fire hydrant.

Your blood.

From your wee willy winkie.

YOU ARE DEAD

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