On one usual day of punching styrofoam cups and kicking barrels like a total badass, Karate Joe did what he'd only done few times before. (Or a lot if you're a shit player like me)

He missed. The cup sailed over his head like a beautiful angel shota soaring through the sky. He bent to pick it up, but froze. Something about the lighting, the colors… he'd never thought a styrofoam cup could be attractive, but it was.

In this harsh, cruel, lonely environment, he had found beauty. A single tear trailed down his face as he stared at it adoringly, running his callused fingers across its surface.

Raising the cup to his lips he kissed it tenderly, feeling himself blush a bit as he continued touching it. So wonderful, so amazing, Karate Joe thought as he stared some more.

Running his finger along the lip of the cup, he felt his finger slip inside and blushed. It had been so long since he'd thought about these kinds of things, too…

Pushing two fingers inside the cup and savoring the styrofoam surface's texture, he rubbed slowly, keeping a nice, steady rhythm. Feeling warmth beginning to pool in his loins, the karate master added one more finger, then another. In moments he was fisting the cup, his pace fast and danger as he neared his peak for the first time in… well, a long time.

With a loud grunt he came, pulling his fist out and kissing the cup again. But it wasn't enough. Karate Joe knew what he wanted now.

Sitting on the ground, he began fingering the cup again, feeling himself become aroused once more. Whipping out his erect penis, (HHHAHHAHH I SAID PENIS OMG COMEDY GOLD) he slowly lowered the cup down on it, groaning softly.

First he took it slowly, cherishing each thrust, moaning as his hot sensitive flesh and the lovely cup's inside rubbed against each other. It was perfect, so wonderfully beautifully perfect he felt himself cry for the first time in years. Then, licking his lips, he picked up the pace. Panting roughly, he fucked into that styrofoam cup harder and faster than he could've done with any woman.

Then he felt it: the surge of heat in his loins, and thrust one final time, crying out in the best orgasm he'd ever had. Quivering and panting, he remained silent for a moment before looking down at what he'd done.

In the throes of passion he had destroyed that cup, speared it right through with his cock. 'No,' he thought in horror, pulling the semen-covered cup off his prick. Shocked and slightly confused, he hugged it to his chest. Lifting his face to the sky, Karate Joe sobbed for the beautiful styrofoam cup that day as it began to rain…

(A/N: I am sO fucKING DONE WITH EVERYTHING DAHDUKAHFAHSFNRWITWIE5W87643 96692NZUAF)