Goddamn…why am I staring down at my face?  No, don’t tell me…

“HE’S DEAD!!!”  A horde of milfs crowd my body, obstructing it from my aerial perspective.  “This award-winning Man Whore deserves to be in a museum!”  They all burst out in murmurs of assent.  “We only have so much ice, which means we can’t preserve everything.  Quick—we need to decide what takes priority!  What’s the best part?  His abs?  That delicious muscle that goes from his neck to his shoulder, the one that chicks like to mark with a bite?  What about his clit-hammer?”

“His what?”

“You know—his pendulous sack.  It adds extra sensation by slapping your button when he’s hitting it from the back in spider-monkey doggy style.”

“No, you fools!” one of them screams.  “It’s his girthy, vajeen-widening upcurved DICK!”

Her buddy looks around in unhinged panic.  “Who would do this?  What kind of sadist—”

Brad Pitt walks out from the shadows, bowing his head and clapping in mock appreciation.  “Bravo, gents.  Bra.  Fucking.  Vo.”  He’s trailed by he-whores from all generations:  Hemsworth, Chalamet, Jackman, and dozens of others follow in his wake. 

“This FUCKHOLE—”  Brad Pitt thrusts a finger at my unresponsive face.  “—overshadowed us all!  None of us can compete with the angle on his wiener!  It’s like a goddamn g-spot-seeking crotch missile!”

“You killed him.”  The lead milf’s shock and horror slowly transforms into steely-edged wrath.  “You killed him.”  The rest of the milfs rise up behind her, heads bowed in Fuck-You rage. 

Pitt looks back at his sub-par whores, laughs, and shoots her a wicked, school-bully grin.  “Yeah?  What are you gonna do about it?”

“RUAHHHHH!!!”  A tide of milfs boil toward him, hands raised into scrotum-tearing claws. 

Fuck.  FUCK.  I can’t let my clients fight them alone.  So I reach deep into my psychospiritual essence, and open my mental eReader to a Kent Wayne novel, activating its mind-bending reality distortion powers.  Magic flash. 

I’m back in my body, and conveniently enough, my womb-hammer just switched into full-on Destruction Mode.  As it rears back and eclipses the moon, it unleashes a howl of bone-quaking fury, blurring the air with ripples of force. 

Chris Evans drops to his knees, holding his hands over his ears.  “No…STOP…”  Blood leaks past his white-knuckled hands.  He’s closest to my wiener, so he’s getting the brunt of its sonic assault. He straightens up and screams in pain—AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!—before his over-pressured eyes burst from their sockets, and his head explodes into a gory red fountain. 

The other he-whores turn and run.  Chalamet makes it a dozen yards before my shaft comes down in a thunderous arc, mashing him into the unforgiving dirt.  As my wiener raises back up, I can see Chalamet sticking to its veiny underside.  I barely recognize him.  His features were deformed by the horrendous impact, his bones and organs have been crushed and pureed. 

He manages to murmur, “Kiilll meeee…” through his mangled lips before my unrelenting wiener descends again, smashing the lower half of Hemsworth’s body, and causing everything in his torso to squirt out through his mouth.  The other he-whores don’t fare better—they all die horrific deaths, courtesy of my unstoppable, death-crazed phallus. 

In a macabre twist, my clients all burst into raucous cheers.  It’s pretty weird, considering we’re surrounded by an army of corpses…

Oh well.  That’s what you get, you sub -par he-whores, for depriving them of an award-winning upcurve!

 Kent Wayne wins again!  HEH heh heh!

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