Ass Wall
By Bionic Groin
Garfield was sitting his bed doing nothing.
Jon approached and spoke, "Average White Band really isn't an average white band." Then he left. Jon had a habit of disappearing around the house. He would venture off to some forgotten corner of the house and vanish for hours and days at a time.
Normally Garfield wouldn't be bothered with Jon absence, or even his non-existence. But one day, curiosity overtook the feline and Garfield got up out of bed to search for Jon. He started with the kitchen since that was where food was. In the kitchen he noticed the fridge was askew. He looked behind the fridge and found a hidden staircase. Garfield was shocked to discover that they house had a basement and that it was hidden for all these years by the very appliance that he loved the most. Barely fitting past the partially obscured doorway, Garfield crept down the staircase and into the basement.
The basement was converted to a shrine. A shrine of asses. Rows and columns of asses, tailbones to taints. The wall opposite to the stairway was composed almost entirely of human asses that have been mounted onto the wall. In the corner of the room there was a bloody band saw and a female human corpse on the saw table with her ass sawn off halfway through the hip. Blood dripped down the entire machine, covered the floor, and flowed down the drain in the center of the room.
Jon was almost naked in that he was nude beneath several layers of Saran Wrap that covered his entire body, head included. In his hands he held the freshly sawn off ass of his latest victim. He had just applied of a coat of protective varnish that he adds to prevent the decay of his precious asses. Jon stepped toward his wall and gently placed the new ass in its place within the array of asses, which have all been arranged based on size, color, and texture. The ass in place Jon then began to rub his Saran Wrapped face against the cheeks of the new butt. He began to grind against the ass wall with his whole body. In the dim light of the basement he writhed and wiggled the grotesque dance of the fetishist while gasping and panting in short breaths.
Garfield turned around, went back up the stairs, and returned to his bed. "Fucking Mondays," he thought to himself.