Your best(est) nightmare. Your life encapsulated in such a disarray of sense and logic that, for some unexplainable reason, the comings and goings of a piece of shit literally mattered to you.

A flash of thunder and a violent clap of lightning did scorch the very skies above one humble servant of all that is(was(and will ever be)) good... and his name was always going to be Greggo.

"Mmmm," he did begin. "Mmmm, mmmmmmmm, that's fuckin' good. Mmmmm," he will continue. "Mmmmmm, MMMMMM!!!!!" - The increase in decibels blows your cheap speakers. No, it doesn't; I take it back. We are not responsible. Past tense and present tense willn't be sense sense.

"Oh lord almighty, how can one man experience this much pleazeure?" were the words of a man convulsing in an orgasmic electrical storm of 'pleazeure' which for some reason felt a lot better than just regular old pleasure could have ever felt. Ya dig? Of course ya did.

You found yourself transfixed on Greggo's weathered, experienced hands as he went to work cutting that bloody steak on his plate and gobbling up another bite. The smacking of Greggo's lips was making you hungry as you unbuttoned your fly. Greggo did, of course, eyeball you up and down, even having taken a moment to slowwwwly lick his lips with a welcoming, "Howdeh... how'd ya like to get to... know meh?"

But you knew better. You'd heard that question before – from Greggo's very own lips to be precise! You knew he'd fuck you tonight and it would be the time of your life, duh, but in doing so you'd end up subjecting yourself to a cold morning in which Greggo wasn't even going to be able to pick you out of a line up................of horny, straight men. Now, if that line up were going to consist of things such as goats and horses, then yeah maybe you'd have a chance at standing out and being recognized by Greggo the next morning after a night of steamy love-making, but let's be honest here: without the goats and horses you were always going to be just another dick in the wall. All in all you're just a............'nother brick in the wall!

And just like that you were able to block Greggo's advances and hypnotic ball candy stare that he had successfully used on many-a-youngboy(and girl) before you. This was a significant step in the right direction; for your desire to witness the life of Greggo without being pulled into it would be highly dependant inside of you not having sex with him tonight. Now it was established that you were off the menu, so it's like you never existed.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, was someone just here?" you heard him ask aloud as he looked around, slipping another jaggedly cut slab of bloody steak in his mouth. By the time he was done chewing, he'd forgotten what he'd even asked. You were safely cloaked.

This brings us back to you unbuttoning your fly, though. Remember? Yeah, don't think we forgot you did that...

Quote:The smacking of Greggo's lips was making you hungry as you unbuttoned your fly.

Yes, exactly. Now you're free to do that and beat off all you want without Greggo even noticing. You see; it's one thing if you're whacking the living hell out of your own dick and/or balls while observing Greggo's life, but it's an entirely different thing (and way, way worse!!!) if you were to end up fucking ol' boy raw dog. Now, how's about you go on and unbutton that fly..? Go ahead and let yourself out. Do what feels right, he won't bite.

Scene 1: The bustling alleyways of the urban city night dreamscape.


A comet's tail remained bright in the starlit sky for some time after its body crashed into itself, having failed to brunt the weight of the super o-zone layer that some have rumoured to be true. Rats feasting on discarded pizza boxes, and questionable characters creeping in the shadows. The drugs most commonly found in this alley were the kind you'd snort, inject, or shove up your asshole on a mean Saturday night.

Drug Dealer (in the shadows between two buildings): "Yo are you with Greggo?"

You know damn well he's talking to you but you ignore him since you're just here to observe.

Soon enough, Greggo walks up to Drug Dealer and gives him mad dap. Oh hell yeah. They blaze a blunt right quick and spend a few minutes just reminiscing on the old days when Greggo used to have a crew of soldiers that would do his durdy biddings. Days long forgotten when Greggo and the original Black Circle members were a serious force to be reckoned with; yup, Drug Dealer was a big fan of the original Black Circle back in the day!

Drug Dealer (with bloodshot eyes and a persistent cough): "Yo I can't believe Centurion is still at it. Dude fuckin' suuuucks. I remember him suckin' back in the CCWF days. Didn't that get raped by a midget too?"

Greggo (with a budding curiosity): "Oh. OH! I'll be a monkey's uncle, I had no idea. Mmmmm, that would be so sweet if that happened. Ooooooooohhhh, mmmmmhmmmmm......"

Greggo's hand rubbed the increasingly bulging bulge in his pants. The zipper bursts after being bulged to maximum bulgage, and a (censored footage probably showed a large blur bulging across the entire screen and smacking Drug Dealer across the face?) scream was heard from across the alleyway. The voice was undeniably that of an attractive young female in her mid 20s, wearing some very snug fitting yoga pants and a low cut t-shirt that her beautiful titties were popping out of.

The screaming continued as Greggo looked on, terrified by what he saw before him. The young woman was being smacked around by a heavyset man with a hairy chest and an impressive moustache. The shirtless man was beating a half eaten turkey drumstick into the girl's face as Greggo approached, calling out "Hey you! You OK whore bag?" to the victim with much concern in his voice. It didn't matter if young, privileged sluts deserved to be raped and beaten by shirtless, turkey-wielding men in the alley – Greggo was not cool with it. When the dumb bitch replied to Greggo with a series of muffled cries for help, Greggo knew it was time to be sprung into action! And sprung he would be, after bouncing off of the rubbery lid of a huge dumpster and forcing his mild erection into the face of the shirtless man.

"Mmmm mmmm take it!" shouted Greggo, already having begun to blush and get bashful as he thrusted his member. He would go on to bat his eye lashes with a bubbly & giggly offering of, "Heh heh sorreh I ain't full mast," before grabbing the guy's head with both hands. Greggo finally has to spell it out for the dude: "Say 'ah' while I push this rope down that sexy throat you ."

You look on, unsure of how you'd be judged if you were still aroused at this point while watching all of this transpire. The terrified girl who basically has torn rags left for clothes is looking right at you, but you're not here to get involved. You were too busy being amazed at how fast her outfit was torn to shreds by that big burly hunk of a man a few moments prior. She screamed in horror as her eyes looked down. "Please, no!" she begged, trying to push you back as you walked right up on her and pressed her against the cold, brick wall. You're right: you weren't here to get involved.... but this was a situation you couldn't let slip by without inserting yourself into. You would then whisper something into her ear, but what? Ah yes, that's up to you- always was, always will be. So what did you say that made her stop squirming? Was it an offering of hope, or a threat of death? Whatever it was, it worked, because the action was quickly found to be a few feet away in the ever loving form of Greggo, who was face fucking the big greasy guy he rescued this hot dumb bimbo from.

Some stuff happens. Time passes like it always does. Now things are way different than you would have predicted when you first met the girl. Now you're married to her, and Greggo was indeed your best man. You and your new wife are chilling in your trailer, smoking meth and cooking up some drugs in the kitchen with Greggo and his girlfriend, Countess Nutsac.

Greggo: "The trick is to really work that wrist. Mmmmm, hmmmm, work it. Lemme see you work that wrist baybeh."

Countess Nutsac: "I'm trying! My wrist hurts from beating you off earlier though! It took you hours to cum!"

The girl you married after finding in an alley being beaten by some hairy dude: "I used to cook crack for a living. Here, let me show you the way."

Your girl tried to grab the big ol' mixing bowl of cocaine and the other secret magic ingredients you'll only find on Google and every street corner, but Greggo's girl got pissed! Your girl grabbed the big ass bowl with both of her grimy hands and yanked! Greggo's girl yanked back! It's a tug-o-war with drugs flying everywhere!

Greggo: "DRUG FIIIIGHT!"

You: "(shout something at your screen that sounds real excited about drugs, k thx)"

You and Greggo did dance in the white powder that was flying all over the kitchen. Your bitch and Greggo's bitch were going at it now! Greggo's woman started slapping the dogshit out of your wife and you just stood there with Greggo doing an ass load of meth and PCP! Haha just kidding, you're already sitting down! Not standing! Standing would have been too much to ask of you guys! Ha ha fuck them bitches!

Greggo taps your shoulder to get your attention and he's all like, "heh heh, dudeh, our chicks are mad yolk, yo" and without even knowing what the HELL mad yolk means, you just kinda like chuckled and agreed with him! Greggo next decided to chuck some weed stems and used tampons at the girls as they were now down to the ground wrestling and screaming. Your girl ripped a big ol' chunk of Greggo's girl's hair right out of her head and Greggo just bursted out laughing. Naturally Greggo's woman has a huge problem with him laughing at her so she throws a spotlight from a police cruiser at him. You couldn't help but bust up laughing yourself as you wondered why the hell a police car's spotlight was in the kitchen to begin with, and Greggo's just laid out on the floor at your feet with a puddle of blood spreading under his head. Shit.

You panic. Greggo looked dead as FUCK right now and his girl was blaming YOU.

Greggo's girl, Countess Nutsac: "None of this freakazoid homoshit happened to us until you came around and started watching everything we do! We was happy before you! We was happy you fucker!"

And that quickly she jacked you in the face. Like cold cocked the fuck out of your cheekbone. In other words, she punched you so hard your erection faded away with the cocaine and crack in the breeze. You fell to the floor beside Greggo but it wasn't until his hand was on your groin that you realized he was still alive, well, awake, horny, and very bisexual. "Howdeh..." he begins, looking deep into your eyes. Remember both of you are still on your backs on the floor, heads turned toward each other, faces leaning in. You can smell his breath, and he yours. Mmmmmm...

You can't help it – you pucker. You immediately stop yourself and look up at Greggo's girl and your girl, terrified that they may have noticed you just willingly trying to make out with Greggo, and yup, they're pissed. They're both looking at you like they're going to kill you, so you figure fuck it I might as well kiss him if they're already pissed! Right?!?

You go in. All in. You seriously make the fuck out with Greggo so hard right now. Your lips pressed against his, your hand pulling his head into your own with such a ferocious and horniating might! Mmmm, mmmm, tongue on tongue action.

It's then that you realize Greggo's girl and your girl aren't even mad anymore. Yup, you guessed it! THEY'RE MAKING OUT TOO! You and Greggo both stop and look at each other all like "aw hell no!" as your girls just start ripping at each other's shirts and tugging at each other's thongs. They both start dry humping each other as you and Greggo now have visible, untamed erections.

The time to make decisions had come.

And was now long past.

The part of your brain that thought, was off. The reactions were automatic, fuelled only by the most primal and pure of deepest human ancestral alien origin lust programming. NOTHING was going to stop you from enacting your destiny with Greggo – it didn't matter if his and your girl were both having wild lesbian sexytime right there! You would NOT have your moment taken!

It didn't take long for a full on 4 way orgy break out, quickly evolving into a 5 way and then branching out into a 6, 7 and 8 way fairly promptly. Nobody knew how to respond on the streets or in the alleyways. No one had ever expected such passion and such love-making to overtake and consume a populace so driven by hatred and contagious sickness just yesterday. The world never could have been ready for a sex orgy like the one you and Greggo started. Riots worldwide would turn into circle jerks. Cops killing black men would evolve into the black men's big dicks being dick worshiped. People wearing masks to protect themselves from C.Diff and Covid were disgarding clothing like it was out of style ----- and it WAS.

If the hate and the disease of the world couldn't be ready for the passion and the hotness Greggo can spark, just tell me how in the hell D(B)ild(b)o Dump(plump)cock(skins) the deformed and the piss obsessed Der/Das Whizzer(der)kind could ever be prepared to be flaccid or dry around the man of sex?

Greggo reaches down, pulls his ass out, and proudly displays it to you. You do whatever you want at this point but listen up as Greggo proclaims: "Oh oh uuuuhhhhh I wish this orgasmic sex night wasn't going to be filled with more cum and other fluids than my match with Dill and Whiz will be." and he sounds legitimately depressed about it. "Ugh, like fuck, seriously if I'm the only one supplying any hardness or any wetness in our THREESOME I am going to force my cock into a state of spontaneous combustion and let the strands of fleshy remnants leak gallons I SAID GALLONS of my semenalic juiciness all over the place. Bilbo Dildo and Whiz Kid, The. Both of you will suffer the same climax my girlfriend and this other dude's wife just suffered. Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" and he just keeps shouting it like a nut.

Later he adds, "I just had the best sex of my life with the guy that was observing my life, his wife, and my own sexy ass bitch Countess Nutsac. Mmmmm, mmmm and ya know what? It gives me ideas for what to do in my threesome next week. Dizzy Whizzy, I'm going to slowly disrobe you in every concealable eyeliner and I will enchant THEE living fuck out of your miserable, worn, tattered anus. Dilbo, you will then be inserted into Whiz Dick's gaping pussy hole, whole."

It was then that he offered the simple reminder to any that would listen, "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!"