john crawled over from out of the basement where he has lived for several years to zaks with his hands out, ready to grab zak's thrussy. zak smirked,, "its getting stronger isnt it". john exhaled sharply. "i want to wrap my hands around your thrussy" john groaned. "choke me big daddy john" zak chuckled. john began wrapping his fat meaty paws around zak's thrussy. "yes papa john" zak groaned. his fat meaty paws felt rough from years of practice.
Zak's breath hitched as he felt the pressure on his thrussy. "Oh, Papa John!" He moaned, throwing hid head back.
"Call me daddy, Zak," John ordered, fondling the other man, "Call me daddy."
He bit his lip, hesitantly. It felt so good, so, so, good. He couldnt find the words through the pleasure. "oh god big daddy, your meaty paws are so rough." zak whimpered. john began to squeeze zak's thrussy. "heh like that" john smiled. zak blushed loudly while chortling as john tightened his grasp on his thrussy. john loosened his grip as he took off his shirt. he began to rub his nipples and moan with delight. zak smirked and continued blushing loudly. "do you want a depression c o c k tail after this /fun/ night" zak asked. "its mid day zak boy" john said as he pulled on a cat mask. "stab me big daddy john" zak moaned. john meowed as he pulled a knife out of his fanny pack, dragging it over his chest in hopes of /exciting/ zak. he began viciously stabbing zak's thrussy as he chortled. john smirked, staring down at his lover's dead body. "kachow" john whispered.
