A very BLOO passport

The End

Boris woke up slowly in a hellish pool of his own blood, piss and cum. He struggled desperately to get up but every time he tried his hands just slipped or buckled and gave way and he fell on his aching head again and again and again.
As he gradually gained full consciousness he came to realise the throbbing pain in his tight hole. The paper inside him continued to move and cut him with every twitch of his broken, over stimulated body and each time it did he screamed out in desperate pain. Hot tears poured out his eyes adding to the stinking mess he was marinading in. He had gone too far this time. He had been so stupid to think that this was the answer. That this could ever have been the answer. Coming into his sad little life at the perfect time like that. Why could he not just have what he wanted. Was that really too much to ask?
He realised he had to do something. His vision was becoming blurred, his mouth dry, his skin sore. He didn't have much time left but he couldn't bare the thought of never seeing his precious, beautiful BLOO passport ever again and so, with all the strength he could muster he reached behind him once more and began his panicked search.
It was then that he realised the awful stench around him was becoming more and more unbearable. He began to throw up violently but still he rammed his arm ever further up his arse. The pain started to fill every part of his body and he lost all sight. And yet, he still pushed his arm up further. It was all he could think about from that point. Just that he had to get it back. His blinded eyes poured tears onto the carpet not just at the pain in his body but at the pain in his heart, knowing deep down this was pointless and he would never see his true love again.
It had been a full 10 I'm tired of self inflicted agony before Boris's fingers brushed against the pages. This gave him hope and he believed one last push might do it. He could get a good grip on it and soon they would be reunited.
But in an evil twist of fate this really was Boris's final push for as he did he split himself in half. His hole gaped open and blood squirted out like a fountain. It rained down upon him and felt cool against his burning flesh. What was left of the passport flowed out onto the floor but too late. Boris had taken his last breath and now he would sleep forever.