FINN'S ENRAGED FACE WAS ILLUMINATED BY THE FLASH OF LIGHTNING AS HE THRUST THE MICROPHONE VIOLENTLYINTO BLAINE'S PUCKERED HOLE
'HOW DARE YOU WEAR THAT BLAZER. I TOLD YOU TO BE NAKED!'
BLAINE WINCED AND CHOCKED OUT AN INAUDIBLE SENTENCE, AND FINN NOTICED
'WHAT WAS THAT, DALTON?'
TEARS, MINGLED WITH THE POURING RAIN RAN DOWN THE FORMER LEAD'S FACE AS HE BEGGED AGAIN, 'HARDER, PLEASE'
FINN TWISTED THE CABLE OF THE MIC AROUND HIS WRIST SO HE COULD GET A BETTER HANDLE ON IT
BLAINE SHIFTED HIS HIPS BACKWARD, AND BEGAN TO SINK DOWN ONTO IT OF HIS OWN ACCORD
FINN SANG/SCREAMED 'NO YOU DOOOOOOOOON'T, YOU LITTLE HARLOT. YOUR ASS IS MINE TO COMMAND'
FINN STOPPED FOR A SECOND, AND MOVED TO PULL HIS FLESHY ROD OUT OF HIS GYM SHORTS. HE SANK TO HIS KNEES BEFORE BLAINE'S FACE, AND PUNCHED HIM HARD.
'OPEN UP, YOU SHITSLUT'
BLAINE WEPT AND OPENED HIS JAW ENOUGH FOR FINN TO RAN HIS ROD DOWN BLAINE'S DELICATE THROAT
FINN WAS ALREADY NEAR HIS RELEASE, AS HE BENT OVER BLAINE TO CONTINUE THRUSTING THE IMPROVISED TOY INTO THE WANTON WHORE'S CAVERNOUS LOVE TUNNEL
HE FELT HIS BALLS TENSE UP, AND BLAINE BIT DOWN A LITTLE. FINN YANKED OUT, STOOD UP, AND KICKED BLAINE IN THE FACE.
WHEN HE SAW THE YOUNG MAN'S BLOODY NOSE, FINN JIZZED HARD DOWN THE CHIMNEY OF THE ROOF RIGHT AS LIGHTING STRUCK HIM AND HE DIED AS THE LAST OF HIS SEED WAS EMPTIED
BLAINE LOOKED UP WHEN FINN SCREAMED HIS LAST, AND SMILED. HE DOUBTED THAT FUCKING COULD EVER BE BEAT.