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Charlie pins Big Cock Preesh by ripping out his cock ring and shoving it up into the line directly above this one, where there is no text, just a lonely cock ring. 

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Inches is all the length of Preeshs cock ring has to be. It's still big enough to FUCK with. 

Charlie looks around for the ref to come cock the pin.

Preesh kicks on out, yawning in boredom. He wonders if anyone else even wants this belt or if they are all just so skeeved out by Charlie's weird obsessive behavior that they're waiting for him to self destruct or something first.

Preesh decides if Charlie's gonna use cock rings he might as well kick it up a notch.

He leaves Nickles laying on the ground after a severe set of BIG BRAIN CHOPS right to the foramen of Charlie's cranium. He then drags out a cuck cage from just off screen and tosses Charlie into it, locking it tight. Preesh heads to the personnel office and distracts the HR lady with some sexy moves. He gets her hot and bothered but he's just using her to take a peek into the files.

He finds Charlie's and opens her up.

"Huh. His real last name is Finkelstein? That's weird!"

Preesh looks up Charlie's emergency contact, a lady named Rachel, and calls her up.

"Hey mama! Preesh here. Yup, the one Charlie talks about in his sleep nowadays. Come on up to the X Offices so we can make his dreams come true and watch you get buggered  by OL' PREESHY!"

Preesh then goes back to where a snoring Charlie is still in a pile inside the cuck cage. He picks up a fishing magazine and reads a few articles, admires some photos, and even places an online order for some sweet looking reels.

After an hour or so, Rachel and three young boys show up. The boys look like prep school kids, really well taken care of, all with yarmulkes on their heads. Not at all what you'd expect from kids raised by Charlie Nickles. These kids look like good kids!

Preesh kicks the cage a few times until Charlie wakes up. He hands a few Xbox controllers out to the kids so they can go do something else in the other room.

Then he buggers Rachel, Charlie Finkelstein's wife, right across the cuck cage while Charlie watches.

"Wait, wait... baby, Preeshy can't finish this way. It ain't fair to Charlie. I don't wanna leave him out. You know what, lemme get my boys over so they can all play together."

Preesh sends a few texts while still pumping his hips. A little bit later, Charlie is no longer left out of the fun.

Charlie tiredly picks up onions.

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