BUTTMAN AND BOBBIN
Buttman stood on the rooftops looking over Metro. The Noise filling his ears with a stench. Feeling like the sounds penetrated so deep that they reached his nostrils. Crime over-run Metro, long ago became a cesspool for degenerates of all sorts. He remembered a long time ago when Carl Marx his father had told him over and over again how he knew one day his blessed city would return to its former glory. Once home of science and the arts, Metro now housed 42 red light districts. Home of most of the worlds biggest porn makers, legalized prostitution, gambling, and corrupt officials down through the police department. Buttman remembered his father the mighty Carl Marx billionaire oil, shipping and technology giant. In the present, at six feet two inches 230 pounds of solid chiseling Buttman's presence almost radiated from his perch atop the towering building on which he stood. Then... He thought back to the day when his life changed. He went from 18yr old preppy lettered athlete to the deep blackened-purple masked figure outfitted on the rooftop. His father wanted to walk home from the theater. Carl & Chrissy Marx strutted proud to be young & beautiful with their well developing young son Cal.. Carl Marx at 40 was in incredible shape. His years of martial arts and gymnastics training showing clearly though his well tailored clothing. Chrissy met Carl when he was working with their mutual gymnastics trainer. She fell in love with the big handsome man who moved with speed of a cat. Her blonde tresses flowed and bounced off her shoulders and cascaded behind her back. Her dazzling smile radiated when she looked dreamily at her beautiful son Cal. He showed so much promise, more like his father then his father was. When they returned home from a five-mile after theater walk, they entered the estate and called on Gregory their Australian manservant. When Carl walked through the foyer without a response from either of the 60 step winding staircases leading upstairs, he became a little perturbed and shouted at the top of his lungs for Gregory. 'Cal go find Gregory and tell him we'd like to have dinner'. Cal bounded up the stairs as Carl and Chrissy went to the downstairs wardrobe to shower and change for dinner. Carl enjoyed watching his wife stand under her own shower head soaping the tight ass that hid the little hole that she would never let him fit his big cock in. He stood there watching Chrissy glistening under the water, light spraying her from the overhead recessed lighting. His cock started hardening watching her lithe figure massaged by her own hands. When he started to rub his hard cock up and down his wifes ass cheeks she moaned lustily for it. Her eyes were filled with soap but she didn't need to see the man behind her. She loved and adored every inch of that man. She raised on to her tiptoes spreading her legs simultaneously. Chrissy was happy that Carl wanted to shove that mighty cock of his into her pussy. Every since she first saw his tremendous bulge in training class straining to get through the fabric to get to her running & laughing body. The soap must have provided lubrication as his cock slid straight into her. His grip on her hips was tight, she knew it was pointless to try and fuck back on his cock since she knew it was better at times like this to brace her-self against the wall. She wiped away the soap and reached for the wash cloth handles to try and hang on. At 5 feet 2 inches she knew she needed to hold on for the pounding he was giving her. This big dominant male thrusting dick deep in her. The thought alone was enough to get her hot, but with all the lights and mirrors in the shower, the visual stimulation made her weak. She wasn't sure where the shower water began and her pussy juice started. He took no time with the foreplay because he knew she liked it when he was aggressive. For leverage he reached around and pulled on her nipples. He used her nipples as grips to pull her light frame on to his rampant cock hard and fast. Her cries of orgasm were all the incentive that Carl needed to spray cum deep in his wives wanting pussy. He knew she was too much of a lady to suck his cock but the thought of eventually getting her to let him in that perfectly tight and packed little ass kept him satisfied in the pursuit of his own wife. When the two of them left the shower Chrissy had to go upstairs to get her hair dryer, and Carl went to go pour himself a glass of wine in the den. A scream from upstairs had him rushing headlong upstairs. When he burst into the maids quarters he saw his wife standing with two men holding her. One of the burly beasts had his hand over her mouth and the other was mauling her breast with all his might. Carl Marx started forward in effort to save his tear-covered wife from these hideous large men. An unseen assailant was against the wall by the door. The butt of a revolver sent him unconscious to the floor. There were five men in the room with the couple. Two mauling the beautiful Chrissy, Ice blue eyes overflowing with tears. Two others tied the hulking Carl securely to a chair. The fifth man stood almost seven-foot tall. His skin was gray, almost the color of stone. His features were chiseled like he was made of rock. His clothing looked frayed and worn. He walked over to the struggling Chrissy. "My name is Stone" he said in a burly voice, "We came hear tonight to get a donation from the big Carl Marx for the 'Cycle' our little community group. We figure we'll get some pussy and cash then split. As long as you play along" as he said this he squeezed her around the throat and lifted the poor Chrissy up from the floor with no apparent effort. As she struggled, in her open silk robe, kicking feet dangling in mid air, softly hitting like grapes against stone on his rock hard thighs. He asked her again "will you co-operate", choking spit from the corners of her mouth she said 'yes'. With the sound of a sack of potatoes she fell to the ground holding her aching throat. She had no idea where her son or manservant were but she didn't want to ask in hopes they had gotten away. She had no idea that Gregory was in the walk-in closet of her bedroom. Naked except for his boxers with wrists tied together behind his back, elbow to elbow. On his knees the back of which were tied to his throat forcing him to lay with his face on the ground and his ass in the air. He was securely tied to one of the poles that made up Carl's tie rack. Gregory had been attacked and tied prior to the Marx's ever arriving. They shoved one of Mrs. Marx's thick wide brushes up his ass. Also in the closet was Chrissy's son Cal and the one of the 'Cycle's' meanest generals. This six-foot man with pointed nose and beady eyes sat in a chair with Cal on his lap. Cal had been tied with wrist up front, elbow to elbow. His ankles were tied to the man and the chair underneath him. The man had gagged him then taped his mouth shut. Cal was also naked! Back in the maids quarters the unconscious Carl Marx lay strapped to a chair while his wife Chrissy has just agreed to 'co-operate'. Stone pulled Chrissy's hair up from her sprawled position on the floor. He looked her in the eye and said to the horrified woman, "if you manage to satisfy me and the troops you and old hubby walk out of here alive. If you want to struggle and fight well **** you then kill you ALL anyway. Chrissy then realized they must have her son as well. Being the strong woman she always had, Chrissy's tears stopped. A look of a woman struggling at the end of tight rope took over her face. Jaws clenched, crystal blue eyes fixed hard and cold into the eyes of Stone. She reached her hand to his belt buckle and started to undo his trousers. "Not so fast tight tits. We're going into the other room with all the fancy smancies". Stone pulled her by her wrist into her bedroom. She didn't bother to put up a struggle since she knew both her husband and son's life probably depended on her sexually satisfying these bunch of arch criminals. As a citizen of Metro she knew the 'Cycle' were big. With their super powers they made the mob look like ants in comparison. When he threw her on the oversized custom bed she had no idea her tied up son was sitting in the closet on a mans lap on the other side of the room. Cal could see his virtually naked mother being thrown onto her bed though the beveled slots in the closet. The animal underneath him had taken out a dagger from somewhere between his ankles and Cal's and cut one of the bevels out for a clearer view before Stone had brought in his mom. When the man stuck the dagger back he was twirling it like an extremely fast top, almost like a saw blade. It looked like Cal was going to get stabbed in the leg and he flinched. All he felt though was a slight chill like metal to skin and then the hand had been waved in front of his face like the empty hand of a magician after a trick. Chrissy had resigned to her fate even as Stone had climbed on the bed after her and pulled out a big meaty dick. Gnarled and beaten. Crooked & uneven like stone. He slid up her body waving his cock in her mouths direction. "Make it wet bitch!" She knew she would do it but it was so BIG and gross. A slimy oily substance was dripping from the tip. Though she had only done this twice for her husband. The night he proposed and the night he wed her. For the life of Cal and Carl there was no doubt of what she would do. She opened her mouth wide. Spit squirt from her mouth as Stone jabbed His rock hard cock to the back of her mouth. She felt the head scrape the roof of her mouth. She opened her mouth wider to scream in pain from the rasping his rocky cock gave the inside of her mouth, his cock felt like course sand paper as it started its forceful entry down to her throat channel. Cal tried to stand up against his bonds to aid his mother but all he did was manage to raise up bounce and twist. It wasn't long before he realized he was struggling to get himself off the hardening cock he felt growing in his captors tights. "Yeah bounce on Dagger's dick rich boy. Cal's tears started to flow when he realized that he also was subject to a good hard fucking like his mom was about to get. He reached in panic between his legs trying to get at the ropes holding his ankles to Dagger's and the chair. While he lifted himself to reach for the ropes he hopelessly felt his ass cheeks being squeezed and pulled open. His struggles only excited Dagger that much more. Trying to use some of the martial arts training he learned from his father he tried to use the back of his head as a weapon. He creened his neck forwards then reeled it back with all his might. Then BANG his head met something incredibly hard and metal right where Dagger's head should have been. He had no idea dagger had a metal plate in his head. He reeled from the pain clouding his mind till something brought him back into focus immediately. Cal was pushed forward then he heard the spit and knew Dagger was wetting his prick for penetration. Being tied to another man that's about to fuck you doesn't lend very many options. He pushed to stand and get away with all his might but Dagger easily lowered Cal on to a big throbbing OWW! The head felt sharp and like a knife it cut though Cal's sphincter into his ass. It felt like a cone being shoved into his virgin ass. There was no were to go. No sound to be made against the gag. No way to shut his eyes to his mother being ***** by Stone, with four others standing by apparently waiting their turn. A couple of the thugs left the bedroom then returned carrying the still unconscious Carl. They started smacking him in the face to wake him. He immediately remembered his situation and tried to fight against the duct tape and rope that bound him. It was no use. He had to watch his wife giving head to some creepy looking stone skinned giant. He had no idea what happened to his son Cal or Gregory. "Rub your pussy and get it wet for this rugged piece of bone whore!" Chrissy had already made up her mind that she would do whatever this bastard made her do. So husband in the room or not, without so much as a hesitation she reached down her hand and started to rub her pussy lips. The pain in her throat was extreme yet she never attempted to struggle against the assault in her mouth. She tried to pretend it was her wedding night all over again and that she was sucking her husbands? dick instead of mouth ravaging stone pole in her throat. She used her Yoga experience to help her relax herself to get ready for his sex. Fortunately she was able to get a little moisture started between her legs. When stone saw her pussy getting wet he looked Carl in the eye and said, "Your wife looks ready for rock-cock." When he was satisfied she was wet enough to accommodate his girth he pulled from her dislocated jaw and flipped her on her stomach. He placed his course hand on the small of her back forcing her to arch her back in a very painful position. "Yeah this is good blonde pussy" was heard from Stone as he entered her deep in just a few violent strokes. Chrissy was biting and screaming into her pillow. Her pussy felt like acid and salt had been thrown onto her open and wounded pussy. After about 10 strokes he pulled out of her abused pussy and spit onto her ass hole. She knew her husbands? life and child were in the balance. She knew what was coming. She turned her head to Stone to get ready to plead for mercy, when he reminded her to co-operate. "Now ask for my dick in your ass." Chrissy through tears and drool whimpered out a meek "please fuck my ass Mr. Stone". Resigned to her fate she put her face back in the pillow and bit down hard. PLOW her ass-hole was ripped first by the shear size of the big dick going in her ass. Then torn by the scaly rocky skin on his dick. Carl watched with tears of his own as all of his pride was being taken from him as he watched his wife willingly ask this man to abuse her this way. He watched Stone slice his large greasy cock out of what he considered his life prize. The thing he wanted to do most in the world before he died was to take Chrissie's anal virginity. He watched it being taken and as strong a man as he was he couldn't help but shed a tear. "Oh this is a money honey hole here slut. You're a nice tight ass fucker aint ya bitch! Chrissy screamed back "yes" at the top of her lungs trying to get the ordeal to end as soon as possible. Cal's young head hung low, his mind went into a delirious state. He imagined all kinds of weird things like demons and ghouls, vampires, bats, all were flying into his mom's ass. Dagger brought him back with a "oh shit!. Your mom is a dead woman kid. Dagger teased Cal while still poking his cone shaped cock up the young man's ass. "Stone there, when he gets all excited like that he shoots his come too hard. The little stony pellets that come out in his cum are like buckshot. When he shoots his load it's going to kill her." Cal was now choking on his own vomit. "I'm gonna cum in this sweet ass" Cal heard Stone screaming in front of him. He couldn't breathe. He was suffocating himself. With the gag in place he was drowning in vomit. He looked at his *** looking so weak and defenseless crying into his gag. Then he heard what sounded like five or six very fast rounds from a very fast machine gun. He heard that gun spray three times before he blacked out. When the police found him and Gregory in the closet he found out his mother had been killed by internal injuries and his father died from a bullet to the temple. After that Cal made up his mind that he would fight against sex crimes all over Metro. He would make those sex offenders take it in the ass! He was a grown man with unlimited resources, incredible fighting prowess, a thirteen and a half inch dick, and an insatiable thirst for revenge on those that took his fairy-tale life away from him. His heart has become dark. His punishment is total and complete. He will clean up Metro the way his father wanted it. He stands here now looking over the city he has vowed will have no sex offenders in it. This is Metro home of BUTTMAN AND BOBBIN. Would love some feed back from an artist interested in illustrating this storyline
Buttman stood on the rooftops looking over Metro. The Noise filling his ears with a stench. Feeling like the sounds penetrated so deep that they reached his nostrils. Crime over-run Metro, long ago became a cesspool for degenerates of all sorts. He remembered a long time ago when Carl Marx his father had told him over and over again how he knew one day his blessed city would return to its former glory. Once home of science and the arts, Metro now housed 42 red light districts. Home of most of the worlds biggest porn makers, legalized prostitution, gambling, and corrupt officials down through the police department. Buttman remembered his father the mighty Carl Marx billionaire oil, shipping and technology giant. In the present, at six feet two inches 230 pounds of solid chiseling Buttman's presence almost radiated from his perch atop the towering building on which he stood. Then... He thought back to the day when his life changed. He went from 18yr old preppy lettered athlete to the deep blackened-purple masked figure outfitted on the rooftop. His father wanted to walk home from the theater. Carl & Chrissy Marx strutted proud to be young & beautiful with their well developing young son Cal.. Carl Marx at 40 was in incredible shape. His years of martial arts and gymnastics training showing clearly though his well tailored clothing. Chrissy met Carl when he was working with their mutual gymnastics trainer. She fell in love with the big handsome man who moved with speed of a cat. Her blonde tresses flowed and bounced off her shoulders and cascaded behind her back. Her dazzling smile radiated when she looked dreamily at her beautiful son Cal. He showed so much promise, more like his father then his father was. When they returned home from a five-mile after theater walk, they entered the estate and called on Gregory their Australian manservant. When Carl walked through the foyer without a response from either of the 60 step winding staircases leading upstairs, he became a little perturbed and shouted at the top of his lungs for Gregory. 'Cal go find Gregory and tell him we'd like to have dinner'. Cal bounded up the stairs as Carl and Chrissy went to the downstairs wardrobe to shower and change for dinner. Carl enjoyed watching his wife stand under her own shower head soaping the tight ass that hid the little hole that she would never let him fit his big cock in. He stood there watching Chrissy glistening under the water, light spraying her from the overhead recessed lighting. His cock started hardening watching her lithe figure massaged by her own hands. When he started to rub his hard cock up and down his wifes ass cheeks she moaned lustily for it. Her eyes were filled with soap but she didn't need to see the man behind her. She loved and adored every inch of that man. She raised on to her tiptoes spreading her legs simultaneously. Chrissy was happy that Carl wanted to shove that mighty cock of his into her pussy. Every since she first saw his tremendous bulge in training class straining to get through the fabric to get to her running & laughing body. The soap must have provided lubrication as his cock slid straight into her. His grip on her hips was tight, she knew it was pointless to try and fuck back on his cock since she knew it was better at times like this to brace her-self against the wall. She wiped away the soap and reached for the wash cloth handles to try and hang on. At 5 feet 2 inches she knew she needed to hold on for the pounding he was giving her. This big dominant male thrusting dick deep in her. The thought alone was enough to get her hot, but with all the lights and mirrors in the shower, the visual stimulation made her weak. She wasn't sure where the shower water began and her pussy juice started. He took no time with the foreplay because he knew she liked it when he was aggressive. For leverage he reached around and pulled on her nipples. He used her nipples as grips to pull her light frame on to his rampant cock hard and fast. Her cries of orgasm were all the incentive that Carl needed to spray cum deep in his wives wanting pussy. He knew she was too much of a lady to suck his cock but the thought of eventually getting her to let him in that perfectly tight and packed little ass kept him satisfied in the pursuit of his own wife. When the two of them left the shower Chrissy had to go upstairs to get her hair dryer, and Carl went to go pour himself a glass of wine in the den. A scream from upstairs had him rushing headlong upstairs. When he burst into the maids quarters he saw his wife standing with two men holding her. One of the burly beasts had his hand over her mouth and the other was mauling her breast with all his might. Carl Marx started forward in effort to save his tear-covered wife from these hideous large men. An unseen assailant was against the wall by the door. The butt of a revolver sent him unconscious to the floor. There were five men in the room with the couple. Two mauling the beautiful Chrissy, Ice blue eyes overflowing with tears. Two others tied the hulking Carl securely to a chair. The fifth man stood almost seven-foot tall. His skin was gray, almost the color of stone. His features were chiseled like he was made of rock. His clothing looked frayed and worn. He walked over to the struggling Chrissy. "My name is Stone" he said in a burly voice, "We came hear tonight to get a donation from the big Carl Marx for the 'Cycle' our little community group. We figure we'll get some pussy and cash then split. As long as you play along" as he said this he squeezed her around the throat and lifted the poor Chrissy up from the floor with no apparent effort. As she struggled, in her open silk robe, kicking feet dangling in mid air, softly hitting like grapes against stone on his rock hard thighs. He asked her again "will you co-operate", choking spit from the corners of her mouth she said 'yes'. With the sound of a sack of potatoes she fell to the ground holding her aching throat. She had no idea where her son or manservant were but she didn't want to ask in hopes they had gotten away. She had no idea that Gregory was in the walk-in closet of her bedroom. Naked except for his boxers with wrists tied together behind his back, elbow to elbow. On his knees the back of which were tied to his throat forcing him to lay with his face on the ground and his ass in the air. He was securely tied to one of the poles that made up Carl's tie rack. Gregory had been attacked and tied prior to the Marx's ever arriving. They shoved one of Mrs. Marx's thick wide brushes up his ass. Also in the closet was Chrissy's son Cal and the one of the 'Cycle's' meanest generals. This six-foot man with pointed nose and beady eyes sat in a chair with Cal on his lap. Cal had been tied with wrist up front, elbow to elbow. His ankles were tied to the man and the chair underneath him. The man had gagged him then taped his mouth shut. Cal was also naked! Back in the maids quarters the unconscious Carl Marx lay strapped to a chair while his wife Chrissy has just agreed to 'co-operate'. Stone pulled Chrissy's hair up from her sprawled position on the floor. He looked her in the eye and said to the horrified woman, "if you manage to satisfy me and the troops you and old hubby walk out of here alive. If you want to struggle and fight well **** you then kill you ALL anyway. Chrissy then realized they must have her son as well. Being the strong woman she always had, Chrissy's tears stopped. A look of a woman struggling at the end of tight rope took over her face. Jaws clenched, crystal blue eyes fixed hard and cold into the eyes of Stone. She reached her hand to his belt buckle and started to undo his trousers. "Not so fast tight tits. We're going into the other room with all the fancy smancies". Stone pulled her by her wrist into her bedroom. She didn't bother to put up a struggle since she knew both her husband and son's life probably depended on her sexually satisfying these bunch of arch criminals. As a citizen of Metro she knew the 'Cycle' were big. With their super powers they made the mob look like ants in comparison. When he threw her on the oversized custom bed she had no idea her tied up son was sitting in the closet on a mans lap on the other side of the room. Cal could see his virtually naked mother being thrown onto her bed though the beveled slots in the closet. The animal underneath him had taken out a dagger from somewhere between his ankles and Cal's and cut one of the bevels out for a clearer view before Stone had brought in his mom. When the man stuck the dagger back he was twirling it like an extremely fast top, almost like a saw blade. It looked like Cal was going to get stabbed in the leg and he flinched. All he felt though was a slight chill like metal to skin and then the hand had been waved in front of his face like the empty hand of a magician after a trick. Chrissy had resigned to her fate even as Stone had climbed on the bed after her and pulled out a big meaty dick. Gnarled and beaten. Crooked & uneven like stone. He slid up her body waving his cock in her mouths direction. "Make it wet bitch!" She knew she would do it but it was so BIG and gross. A slimy oily substance was dripping from the tip. Though she had only done this twice for her husband. The night he proposed and the night he wed her. For the life of Cal and Carl there was no doubt of what she would do. She opened her mouth wide. Spit squirt from her mouth as Stone jabbed His rock hard cock to the back of her mouth. She felt the head scrape the roof of her mouth. She opened her mouth wider to scream in pain from the rasping his rocky cock gave the inside of her mouth, his cock felt like course sand paper as it started its forceful entry down to her throat channel. Cal tried to stand up against his bonds to aid his mother but all he did was manage to raise up bounce and twist. It wasn't long before he realized he was struggling to get himself off the hardening cock he felt growing in his captors tights. "Yeah bounce on Dagger's dick rich boy. Cal's tears started to flow when he realized that he also was subject to a good hard fucking like his mom was about to get. He reached in panic between his legs trying to get at the ropes holding his ankles to Dagger's and the chair. While he lifted himself to reach for the ropes he hopelessly felt his ass cheeks being squeezed and pulled open. His struggles only excited Dagger that much more. Trying to use some of the martial arts training he learned from his father he tried to use the back of his head as a weapon. He creened his neck forwards then reeled it back with all his might. Then BANG his head met something incredibly hard and metal right where Dagger's head should have been. He had no idea dagger had a metal plate in his head. He reeled from the pain clouding his mind till something brought him back into focus immediately. Cal was pushed forward then he heard the spit and knew Dagger was wetting his prick for penetration. Being tied to another man that's about to fuck you doesn't lend very many options. He pushed to stand and get away with all his might but Dagger easily lowered Cal on to a big throbbing OWW! The head felt sharp and like a knife it cut though Cal's sphincter into his ass. It felt like a cone being shoved into his virgin ass. There was no were to go. No sound to be made against the gag. No way to shut his eyes to his mother being ***** by Stone, with four others standing by apparently waiting their turn. A couple of the thugs left the bedroom then returned carrying the still unconscious Carl. They started smacking him in the face to wake him. He immediately remembered his situation and tried to fight against the duct tape and rope that bound him. It was no use. He had to watch his wife giving head to some creepy looking stone skinned giant. He had no idea what happened to his son Cal or Gregory. "Rub your pussy and get it wet for this rugged piece of bone whore!" Chrissy had already made up her mind that she would do whatever this bastard made her do. So husband in the room or not, without so much as a hesitation she reached down her hand and started to rub her pussy lips. The pain in her throat was extreme yet she never attempted to struggle against the assault in her mouth. She tried to pretend it was her wedding night all over again and that she was sucking her husbands? dick instead of mouth ravaging stone pole in her throat. She used her Yoga experience to help her relax herself to get ready for his sex. Fortunately she was able to get a little moisture started between her legs. When stone saw her pussy getting wet he looked Carl in the eye and said, "Your wife looks ready for rock-cock." When he was satisfied she was wet enough to accommodate his girth he pulled from her dislocated jaw and flipped her on her stomach. He placed his course hand on the small of her back forcing her to arch her back in a very painful position. "Yeah this is good blonde pussy" was heard from Stone as he entered her deep in just a few violent strokes. Chrissy was biting and screaming into her pillow. Her pussy felt like acid and salt had been thrown onto her open and wounded pussy. After about 10 strokes he pulled out of her abused pussy and spit onto her ass hole. She knew her husbands? life and child were in the balance. She knew what was coming. She turned her head to Stone to get ready to plead for mercy, when he reminded her to co-operate. "Now ask for my dick in your ass." Chrissy through tears and drool whimpered out a meek "please fuck my ass Mr. Stone". Resigned to her fate she put her face back in the pillow and bit down hard. PLOW her ass-hole was ripped first by the shear size of the big dick going in her ass. Then torn by the scaly rocky skin on his dick. Carl watched with tears of his own as all of his pride was being taken from him as he watched his wife willingly ask this man to abuse her this way. He watched Stone slice his large greasy cock out of what he considered his life prize. The thing he wanted to do most in the world before he died was to take Chrissie's anal virginity. He watched it being taken and as strong a man as he was he couldn't help but shed a tear. "Oh this is a money honey hole here slut. You're a nice tight ass fucker aint ya bitch! Chrissy screamed back "yes" at the top of her lungs trying to get the ordeal to end as soon as possible. Cal's young head hung low, his mind went into a delirious state. He imagined all kinds of weird things like demons and ghouls, vampires, bats, all were flying into his mom's ass. Dagger brought him back with a "oh shit!. Your mom is a dead woman kid. Dagger teased Cal while still poking his cone shaped cock up the young man's ass. "Stone there, when he gets all excited like that he shoots his come too hard. The little stony pellets that come out in his cum are like buckshot. When he shoots his load it's going to kill her." Cal was now choking on his own vomit. "I'm gonna cum in this sweet ass" Cal heard Stone screaming in front of him. He couldn't breathe. He was suffocating himself. With the gag in place he was drowning in vomit. He looked at his *** looking so weak and defenseless crying into his gag. Then he heard what sounded like five or six very fast rounds from a very fast machine gun. He heard that gun spray three times before he blacked out. When the police found him and Gregory in the closet he found out his mother had been killed by internal injuries and his father died from a bullet to the temple. After that Cal made up his mind that he would fight against sex crimes all over Metro. He would make those sex offenders take it in the ass! He was a grown man with unlimited resources, incredible fighting prowess, a thirteen and a half inch dick, and an insatiable thirst for revenge on those that took his fairy-tale life away from him. His heart has become dark. His punishment is total and complete. He will clean up Metro the way his father wanted it. He stands here now looking over the city he has vowed will have no sex offenders in it. This is Metro home of BUTTMAN AND BOBBIN. Would love some feed back from an artist interested in illustrating this storyline
