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- The phone rang and Mr. Miller quickly stuffed the gag back into Daniel's mouth.
- "Yello? Aha, tough break. Yeah, no can do right now. Nope. I said no. Things are getting tricky here, you'll have to soldier on yourself."
- Sighing, Mr. Miller lowered the blinds, shutting out the angry orange glare of the early evening sun, and returned to the sex swing.
- Daniel whimpered a little as his boss adjusted the straps, but Mr. Miller would have none if it.
- "Shh. You'll have to be tougher," said Mr. Miller, offering another harsh smile. "There's a fire in the cantina. The cheese man and Consuela are dead... so far. Where were we?"
- Somewhere outside, the wee-ooo-wee-ooo-wee-ooo of an ambulance could be heard.
- "I was a fireman, Mr. Miller! Let me help!" yelled Daniel selflessly, tears streaming down his gay face.
- "No!" yelled Mr. Miller.
- "You have to let me fight it!" yelled Daniel, "It's instinct!"
- "So is this!" barked Mr. Miller, slapping Daniel across the face with his schlong.
- Then, Mr. Miller walked back into the middle of the room, his loud obnoxious heels going clickity-clack, clickity-clack. Daniel whimpered and shuddered. He thought that Mr. Miller looked like a shark in an Armani suit as he stood there in the half-dark, laughing and displaying his razor sharp teeth. A laughing, diabolically laughing maneating shark with a massive maneating erection.
- Mr. Miller laughed. Daniel whimpered and shuddered. Mr. Miller laughed yet again.
- Then, suddenly and without warning or provocation, Mr. Miller took two quick steps forward and maneuvered his throbbing meatsicle back into Daniel's gaping manchasm, proceeding to thrust viciously.
- "Wee-oo, wee-oo," yelled Daniel, his screams of torment becoming one with the ambulance's in a cacophonous torrent of dread and horror too weird and scary for this world.
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