Crimson chin and Mr. Turner
DEDICATED TO MY INSPIRATION (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE)
It was a bright sunny day in the town of Dimmsdale. Mr. Turner was working, as usual, on pencil sharpeners. He had just gotten in to work when his boss came in and said "Turner your production rate is fucking terrible!"
Turner decided to be a straight savage and say, "Suck my ass you dirty cunt."
At that moment the boss, Mr. Jackoff, slapped turner and walked out. Mr. Turner was scared that he might be fired. But deep down he didn't care because he knew that senpai would always be there for him. He decided to just let it all go and get to work. He picked up a pencil, shoved it up his ass, and then sharpened it. He always shoved the most promising pencils up his ass. He felt it as a sign of dominance. He was all about dominance. He felt that if he did this, senpai would notice him. He didn't know how that would work but he believed. Not many people knew about his senpai, which he had a shrine for in his office closet. This senpai was none other than the CRIMSON CHIN.
Mr. Turner didn't have any plans for the night, due to the fact that his wife and kid are out of town, so he planned to work late, shoving pencils up his ass and sharpening them. All of the sudden there was a bang on the door. It was no ordinary knock. It was a 4 part pound with a closed fist on the door. At that moment he thought that it was his boss, and it actually was. Mr. Jackoff stopped by to tell Mr. Turner that he was sorry about what happened earlier and that he was a dirty little cunt. None of this fazed Mr. Turner. He just kept trying to keep his goal, meeting senpai.
Mr. Turner worked for 4 hours before falling asleep. He was in one of the deepest sleeps of his life. Another pounding at the door awaked him. He didn't recognize this pound at the door. This pound seemed a little too masculine for Mr. Jackoff. A familiar, muscular man who was dressed in red and black walked in.
Mr. Turner Knew Exactly who it was. It was the CRIMSON CHIN.
The crimson chin walked slowly towards Mr. Turner. Looking at him with a seductive face. Mr. Turner was scared yet turned on. The crimson chin grabbed Mr. Turner by the throat and said, "Let the pencil pushing begin."
Part two
The crimson chin had a plan for Mr. Turner. He wanted to change Mr. Turner's view on dominance. He knew just how to do it too. The crimson chin tied Mr. Turner down and began to undress him. This was not the crimson chins first pencil sharpening. When the crimson chin finished the undressing of Mr. Turner, he took off his red leather suit off very slowly. He just had to show Mr. Turner What real dominance looked like.
Mr. Turner was in disbelief on how thick and big the crimson chin was. HE was afraid that this might hurt. OH AND IT DID. The crimson chin slowly inserted his massive cock into Mr. Turner. Mr. Turner screamed from pain and joy. He screamed, "This pencil is not a #2." The crimson chin roared with pleasure. He slapped Mr. Turner in the face. He left a red handprint. The crimson chin kept pushing and pushing deeper and deeper into Mr. Turner. The Crimson chin lost control and began humping furiously. Mr. Turner started to cry. The crimson chin sighed in relief. He had sharpened his pencil and let out the shavings. Mr. Turner screamed, "Don't I get any pleasure."
The crimson chin said, "you're right I am sorry." The crimson chin bent sown and sucked Mr. Turner's #1 pencil and swallowed everything that came out.
The End