Stanley stood in the shower letting the water run down his face as he thought about suicide. It was the only security for him other than masturbating.
He washed his cheeks scrubbing hard, as he did the soap slipped out of his ass and onto the floor. He started to sweat knowing the number one rule of showers.
"Don't drop the soap"
As he stood there sweating and shaking confused about his actions. He bent down to pick up his soap. As he did he felt a cold hand on his ass. The voice was deep. "DONT drop the soap"
The voice inserted their arm into Stanley's ass. "A-AHHHAA DADDY" he roared as the mysterious voice pounded his ass ripping it with each thrust. Stanley roared a mighty roar as he was ripped to shreds.
The mysterious voice groped his 40 pound sacc and absorbed it making Stanley scream in agony. "REEEEE" he bellowed. As the voice continued pounding Stanley.. Stanley got lost in his thoughts.. "am I gay?" He thought.
Slowly bleeding out he made up his mind.
With a quiet oof, he died.
