09/22/2018 (Sat) 21:04:00
Jim Watkins is resting on his couch as he hears a knock at his door. He is expecting company. He yawns as he lifts himself from his couch and walks to his door. He finds his guest, Mega Milk has arrived from the United States safely. He is overjoyed, and invites his partner into his home. They sit down at their couch. Mega Milk discusses his trip to the Phillipines with Mr. Watkins for a short while before Mr. Watkins invites Mega Milk to his bedroom. Mr. Watkins begins to adopt an authoritive tone: "Take your shirt off, mega." he says in a deep, strong, manly voice. Mega complies, blushing and showing fear. He notices Jim's growing buldge with extreme worry and almost a tad of regret. Mixed in with his complicated feelings is a bit of excitement for what is to come.
Jim removes his shirt, exposing his extremely manly, hairy chess. Mega asks him: "Why don't you shave" to which Mr. Watkins replies "Sorry, I don't have enough cream for that." He climbs onto the bed, grunting as he does so. This reminds Megamilk of his encounter with Jim's favorite pig, Fredrick from the last time he visited Mr. Watkins. After Jim finally gets onto the bed, he is covered with sweat and smells absolutely awful. This does nothing more but arrouse Megamilk; his 3-inch cock is now insanely hard. But he is fully aware that he will not be the "giver" today (this word reminds him of his Goatse clone project, that he had been neglecting lately)
Jim begins to rub his hands through Megamilk's hair, chess, and back, feeling him all over. "You're so fucking manly" Megamilik gasps.
Jim forces megamilk down, completely over top of him. "It's time to dominate your Italian boipucci" he shouts as he slowly shoves his 6 inch, throbbing, veiny, hard, thick, cock into his ass. "Moma Mia" megamilk shouts into the heavens. "umf, umf, umf umf, umf, umf". Jim is grunting with pure pleasure. Mega Milk can only remain silent in disbelive as to how amazing Jim's cock feels in his ass. The absolute bliss and wonderful feeling he is feeling right now is comparable to having the status of Global Volunteer on 8chan, or perhaps being an IRC operator on #8chan. His mind is simply going all over the place, as he is filled with bucket, after bucket, after bucket of thick hot cum. "Who has the superior imageboard now, bitch?" Mr. Watkins says as he releases his final batch of Semen into Mega Milk's ass. He starts to reply, stuttering: "ei-ei-8chan, daddy" he manages to reply. He lays on the bed, exhausted, as Jim slowly removes his 9000 degree kni- cock from Mega's ass.
However, he wasn't done.
"It's time to release my goldwater onto you. Your sleep won't last long, honey"
He whips his dick out right in front of his face, and begins urinating. Mega looks up at the stream of piss coming onto his face, and knows what his job is. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and becomes a toilet for Based Jim. Guzzling his pure, delicious, yellow stream. Not a single drop of urine was wasted that day.
"Good job. You always perform as well as dysnomia" he says. Mega Milk cries as he knows that he can never take cock on par with dysnomia. And with that, he hangs himself.