>>23851478You come home after a "hard" day of "work" at the vague offices of Boomer, Rolley-Chair, and Middleman, and for some reason, decide not to enter through the garage door, but the front door instead.
When you enter you can hear pained screeching, forcing you to look up, where you catch sight of Quaydarius and the boys injecting your nu-daughter with a total of twenty four inches of rock hard BBC. You move quickly out of sight, and quietly make your way upstairs? Did Quay see you, as he had your son bent over the kitchen table?
You sneak into the bedroom, and can hear your son begging for mercy, "NO! NO! NO! PLEASE AAAAAHHH!" his screams are the guttural cries of someone genuinely afraid for their life, but you just pretend like it's "young love", and your nu-daughter's budding sexuality.
You try your best, but it becomes too much, so you grab the remote, but Sharon loves to keep the TV loud, because her hearing sucks. What about the stereo? That won't work either, because it connects to the speakers downstairs. You try earplugs, but you know those don't actually work. In the end, you wind up in the bathtub, where you close the curtain, and eyes darting, begin making imitation shower noises, because you don't want Quay, and the boys to hear you taking a shower, but want something to drown out the sound of your son screaming, "DADDYDADDYDADDY HELLLLPPP ME!!!"
suddenly, it ends, and you can hear your son let out the grainy groan of a neutered faggot.
"You betta eat yo cumfart, nigga!" You hear one of Quay's boys say.
"Please no, please, it tastes terrible!" His pleas are cut short by a pained yelp, forcing you to rock faster.
That's when you hear it, your son shitting cum out of his anus, and front hole, "BBBBRRRAAAAPPP!!!"
"Betta lick dat shit up!" A third voice says.
You hear a loud, "GULP!" Followed by a gag, as you tell yourself, over and over, "It's okay, Quaydarius is one of the good ones."
