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I remember the first time I went to Bend, Oregon and met Jonathan Curtis.
I was hanging out and talking to people when this huge guy, probably around 6'5 came up to me and grabbed me by the shoulder and told me very sternly to "come with me, newblood". He led me down to the basement, and that's when I saw him.
He was completely naked, on his hands and knees, on top of a large blue tarp. A single bare lightbulb swung from the ceiling, and two massive football players were fucking him, one in the ass and one in the mouth. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head, and he was covered in semen. The words "COCKGOBBLER" were scrawled on his forehead in permanent marker . The one fucking him in the mouth bust a nut down his throat, and he swallowed it all. He then started screaming "FUNNY POWDEW, FUNNY POWDEW" over and over at the top of his lungs. The guy that led me in handed me a ceramic plate covered in cocaine and instructed me to blow some in his face. I bent down in front of her and he coughed up a huge glob of cum onto the tarp and looked at me in the eyes, all while still beng fucked in the ass. I grabbed a handful of cocaine and placing it in my palm, I blew it in his face. I had tears in my eyes and silently mouthed "but you were in Fishtank". I stood up and another massive jock took my spot and started ramming him in the mouth. I then tried to leave but the guy who took me to the room told me "you have to stay until all the coke is gone lardlungs". I sobbed for the next 3 hours doing my duty until all the men were satisfied and he was passed out in a pool of jizz.
It was the worst night of my life.
