The metal phallus stood at attention in his shaking hand. Without remorse he began thrusting into the hobo’s back, each pass making its own orifice. Virgin blood pumped out of these unnatural slits as cold steel took full pleasure in the warmth of it’s new and soon to be gone lover. The homeless man groaned with what could only be climax. Or perhaps it was his death rattle. Satiated, the inn keeper light a cigarette and returned to his duties.
LOL :cheers
MUNCHKIN
