CHAPTER ONE
HOUSE OF HOMOS
The boys had broken into the Riddle House again and started a circle jerk.
Frank Bryce the gardener set off into the night.
Peeping Frank eavesdropped.
"You will pump my snake," said a voice. "I expect every last drop. There is still more in the sack."
"Yes, My Liege," said a second voice.
"You perform an essential task for me, one that many of my followers would give their dicks to perform.…"
"Then why do you want to kill me?"
The voice laughed.
"I don't, I don't want to kill you," said the voice. "What would I do without you? Go back to raping little boys? No, no, no! No you, you, complete me."
This Wormdick — what a gay name —
"One more molestation … of Harry Potter.…"
Harry Potter — another gay name, no doubt —
A snake slithered past.
"According to Nigger, there is an old ass mofo standing outside, shitting himself," said the voice.
"Offer him some toilet paper. Where is your hygiene?"
"You heard everything, bitch? said the voice.
"What you call me?" said Frank.
"I am calling you a bitch," said the voice. "It means that you are a bitch."
"I don't know what the hell you mean by bitch," said Frank. "I've heard enough shit to interest the gay police. You've done homosexual acts and you fags are planning more!"
"I have a wife," said the voice.
"Oh yeah?" said Frank. "I don't fucking think so. Don't fucking lie because I know … I always fucking know.… Turn the fuck around and face me you fucking homo."
"But I am not a homosexual," said the voice. "I am much more than a homosexual."
Wormtail turned the chair around.
Fucking Frank saw a thirteen-and-a-half inch cock. He screamed.