The Ronin Taco Sanchez eased through the door of a bustling Kyoto sake-house. The joint was brimful of drunken warriors and salacious whores. Taco took long and manly strides toward a grizzled samurai standing at the bar and with a respectful bow he spoke thus: “Chingbo Quan, master of the sacred style of 7 swords, I challenge thee to a duel.”
Chingbo casually sipped his drink, set it down and replied, “Well peasant if you’re ready to die I shall oblige you, challenge accepted.”
Taco stepped back and grinned, the anticipation got his cock so hard and swole that it grew beyond his kimono and thumped the tavern floor.
Chingbo gazed upon the foreboding phallus and launched his attack, not because he saw an opening or a weakness, it was out of fear…fear of that remarkable cock.
“Diiiiiiieee!!” Chingbo screamed drawing his sword, charging.
Taco ran head-on and used his dick to pole vault over the attack, he unsheathed his weapon mid-air and severed Chingbo’s arm. Taco stuck the landing and finished Chingbo’s sake. Chingbo turned to swing with a sword no longer there. His nub wiggled as he shrieked in horror and dropped to his knees, head hung awaiting his miserable fate.
Taco felt deep regret for having challenged such an unworthy opponent and also for knowing what he was required to do next according to samurai law.
He kicked the bleeding man hard in the chest toppling him to the ground, lifted his kimono and stuffed his sick-huge wang all the way to the hilt in the man’s soon to be gay asshole.
“Nooooo! kill me pleeeeease!!!” Chingbo wailed.
Taco’s cock came like a fucking howitzer into the dying samurai’s body, 16 gallons overflowed out of his now gay ass onto Taco’s non gay dick like a damn fire hose.
“Nooooo! I don’t want to die like this! I swear I’m not gay mommy!!!”
In one swift motion Taco withdrew his cock and shoved his sword through Chingbo’s now gay heart.
After the man’s gay carcass was removed and thrown into the nearby woods, Taco had an orgy with every whore in town to cleanse the vestiges of gayness from his penis and conscience.
The whores all agreed that Taco was very straight and manly and that his enemies were, “the gayest”
He fucked and killed every so called master in the world and died knowing there was never a man straighter than he.
“Why, you little piece of shit,” Mother howled, “I see the devil’s plucking your strings again!”
The mighty king harold wore trousers made of velveteen. drank mead from a super fancy type golden goblet encrusted with all the rarest of gems and minerals. and he ruled his kingdom without mercy.
Jim dandy was a double agent, in deep cover, blending with the hard up folks of north korea.
Jake Stevens was a two bit hood outta Kansas city. He never knew his father.
Greg heard tornado sirens in the distance…pressure loomed.
johnny beans was an enforcer for the mob
Gregor the lustful woodsman, finished his flagon of honey mead, let out a tremendous belch, threw the flagon across the room and bellowed’.whoooress! service me now, i’ve much copper to fill your purses.’
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