Soon enough, as if the man's cries had been heard, he was spread onto the abnormally sticky bed. He tried to tell the man he needed to be rushed to a hospital, but he could barely breathe. He was crying harder now. not tears of pleasure, tears of pure pain. He tried to turn on his side, but he couldn't move at all. It's as if the toothbrush had spun all of the life out of his body, yet his mind was still there. Still thinking, yet his body was practically lifeless. The top man finally realized the issue, he tried to push his hand up, successfully and tried to grab it but it pushed more in, falling with the head, he did manage to turn it off, he immediatey and slowly pulled his arm out, he comforted the boy, wiping his tears "Hey...It's okay, shhh.. it's okay" he then kissed his forehead, trying to wait till the boy was ready again, he wiped his sweat.
BITCH IF U COULDA REAXHED TO TURN IT OFF YOU COULDA RIPPED THAT GODSAMN THING OUT SO WE WOHKDNT HAVE TO GO TO THE FODDAMN FUCKIN HOSPITAK YO WRUFJNG MAKE NO SENSE
WHEN THE HEAD IS OFF ITS A SHARP BLADE AT THE TOP BRO I SAVED HIS BODY HE WOULDVE HAD TO GO IF I DID PULL IT OUT
YOU ALREADY SHOVED UR WHOLE ASS ARM UP HIS INTESTINES
THEIR LIKE, NORMAL ARMS.
YES HE DO I MENTIONED HOW BIG HE WAS LIKE 20000 TIMES
WAIT YEAH.
LETS JSUST SAY INPULLED IT OUT
IT IT DOESNT RIP THO
YEAH DUMMY.
That's it. The writers were too tired since it was 4 am, so they went to bed. The end.
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The Femboy and His Toothbrush
RomanceA fragile femboy makes out with a strong, dominant male when things take a turn for the worst. Read more to find out what happens. Two writers.
