One day, my best friend ZiM and I were hanging out in the park area behind Hardwood Highschool when we sighted a strange figure in the bushes. He looked as if he were attempting to hide, but his presence was clear to everyone who cared to look. Curious, I asked the custodian “What's that man doing there?”. “Poor sod”, the custodian (Muknee) replied. “That's old Jub Jub, but we just call him Papa Jub”. “Oh”, I replied, wondering why he crouched in the bushes like a pedophile with down syndrome. “What's he doing there?” I asked, feeling a bit concerned about the safety of my classmates. “Well, A couple of teens who were a bit too into kink beat him down with dildos, raped him, and left him for dead. Now he's brain dead, and dead set at throwing sex toys of any kind at teenagers.”. I laughed and walked away, sure he was joking.

I went through the rest of my day normally, until I decided to stay out and smoke some weed with Rainbow, the local dealer. After several hours of blazing it hardcore, Rainbow grunted and said “Abofetear un retardado, I have to get home!” and promptly pushed me out of the car, and drove away. “Ok then” I said, a bit miffed. As I turned around, I caught a glimpse of a figure crouching in a tree. Nervous, I started jogging home. As I turned down Panther street, I heard a rustling sound. “Wha-, who's there?” I said into the open space. Discarding it as my imagination, I turned to start running when: SLAM! Something crashed into my head, and I hit the ground hard. My vision was blurry, and I barely stand. I was fading fast, and I could tell that a strange, stinking rag was being held to my face, but I was in too much pain to care.

I woke up, greeted by a pounding headache. What had happened? At the same instant I realized my bed felt awfully hard, I realized My hands and feet were strapped into leather restraints. Suddenly, a figure came into focus. “Duh huh, time for wake wake!” the figure exclaimed gleefully, laying out a long line of sex toys on a table to his left. Suddely, the room illuminated, revealing Papa Jub, standing in a puddle of liquid. Horrified, I attempted to speak, only to find I was ball gagged, the bright red kind you might find in bondage porno. “No talk, silly noodle!” Papa Jub exclaimed in a voice that made my balls cringe. Only then did I realize the he was completely naked except for an unzipped gimp mask and a pair of bright pink socks. “Fun time!” he screamed, pressing a button on a panel to his left. Suddenly, I was forced into a bent over position.

Realizing what was about to happen, I Struggled against my restraints, but it was no use. Tears started to coat my face. How could this happen? My thoughts were quickly pushed aside when Papa Jub chose a large, brown dildo from the table. He pressed it against my anus, gently at first. He rotated it, slowly, then, without warning, pressed it deep into me. I screamed, and gnashed my teeth, but he kept going, with a hideous smile on his face. After what seemed like several minutes, My anus began to rip and tear, coating the dildo with blood. While he did this, he grabbed an almond cracker from the table and positioned it on my right testicle. Unable to resist, I began thrashing and pulling, but to no avail. He cranked the handle, and with a small pop, my testicle was crushed. The pain was immense, and I could fell my sanity slipping. With a ghoulish grin, he grabbed a bottle of clear liquid labeled “African essence”. I had no idea what it was, but I knew I wanted no part of Africa. Grabbing my dick, he began licking my urethra. After around thirty seconds, he began spreading it with his fingers. Papa Jub grabbed a tube from the table, rubbed one end on my dick, and suddenly shoved it into my penis.
As if the pain from that wasn't enough, he grabbed the African essnce and began pouring it into the tube. I began to wonder what is was, and then the burning came. Oh dear god the burning. What the fuck was this shit, sulphuric acid? My dick felt like a red hot poker had been shoved all the way in. Grabbing what looked like two steel clamps with strings on them, Papa Jub began to massage my nipples, running his fingers up and down, while occasionally licking them. Then, he attached the clamps to my nipples. Their biting force was immensely painful, but that was only the beginning. He tied the string to some kind of hook. A fishing hook, I realized.

Papa Jub lifted something from the shadows. Shit. Fuck. It was a bassmaster pro 3000 deep sea fishing rod. He teasingly turned the crank to pull my nipples slightly, And then started cranking as fast as he could. My nipples were very sensitive at the best of times, and this was Testing the limits of my skin to even stay whole. The force, however, was too great, and both of my nipples were ripped completely off. My left nipple came off with a large chunk of skin that went up to my shoulder and down my back. Grabbing a large drill in the table, he said “You are pretty pretty girl!”, and began to spin the drill. Lifting my balls and dick out of the way, he placed the drill directly under where my scrotum ended. Spinning the drill up, he proceeded to drill me a “vagina”, or so I presume. Not that I could think clearly at all. He began to finger my new hole.

Without pausing, he reached over me and grabbed a whip. He began to run the whip along the head of my penis. Panic filled me once more, and I looked at him, begging him with my eyes. He brought the whip up, and then back down, hard. I screamed, and cried, and howled and my penis began to bleed. Again and again, he bought it down until the point where the head of my penis was hanging by a thin sliver of flesh. Grabbing it gently, he said “Yummy yummy!” ripped it off, and popped it into his mouth. My vision was getting blurry now, from loss of blood. I would be gone soon. Sensing this, Papa Jub plucked a green needle from the table, grabbed my left testicle, and stuck it in, jerking it around before finally injecting the contents.

I immediately felt more awake, and felt the full force of the pain. With a mad gleam in his eye, Papa Jub grabbed a jar of white liquid, and removed the ball gag from my mouth. “NO!” I screamed, knowing what was about to happen. Ignoring me, Papa Jub forced my mouth open, and dumped the foul contents of the jar into my mouth, pinching my nose and forcing me to swallow. It tasted sour, sort of like old milk, but much thicker, and more slimy. I tried to resist, but I swallowed nonetheless. Disgusted at what I had just done, I vomited all over the floor. Dawn was breaking, and light began to spill into the log cabin. Hopeful that I might be rescued, I yelled “Help me! Please, Anyone!”. But no help came. Looking satisfied, Papa Jub looked straight at me and screamed “Time for bye bye!”. He grabbed a scalpel and made an incision right below my rib cage. Mounting me, he stuck his erect penis into the incision, humping me like a rabid animal. “Love me, noodle”, he yelled in ecstasy as he ejaculated. My heart was beating out of rhythm due to the violent fucking, and I was fading away. Papa Jub sat back, admiring his handy work and plotting his next victim...