Biggest, Fattest, Ugliest.

My heavy breaths filled the dark single bedroom apartment that hadn’t seen a decent day’s cleaning since I had moved in many months ago. The light of my computer monitor would have been blinding were it not for the fact that I had long since adjusted to the dim environment. Repeated sound of slapping of skin was accompanied by the squeaking of the aged computer chair beneath my…large body. The aged scent of old salty coins and milk hung upon the air, emanating from a large pile of discolored socks that had been cast off to the side of my computer desk. A tight silk handkerchief had been firmly tied around my neck, making each breath harder to take, but not dangerously so.

It was not the first time I had done erotic asphyxiation, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Oh Ayumi-chan…you dirty girl…Take that fat ugly bastard…” I gasped while I pleasured myself to my favorite netorare doujin. Out of all the thousands of doujins I had bookmarked over the years, I always kept coming back to this one. There was just something so exciting about watching a beautiful girl be corrupted by the fattest, ugliest, smelliest bastard around. The more pure something is, the more enjoyable it is to corrupt, I guess.

My pulse quickened as the doujin reached it’s zenith where Ayumi embraced becoming a slave to her new master, forsaking her boyfriend entirely. With a harsh, content sigh, I leaned back in my chair as my pace quickened as I rapidly approached my climax. As my hands pounded away at my pecker, a slight hiss of air escaped from my chair.

“What was th-” My surprise was quickly interrupted by the loud bang like that of a gunshot. Pain erupted at my crotch and I fell backwards as my chair fell apart beneath me. Time seemed to slow when I glanced towards my crotch, only to stare in horror at my now lacking manhood. Skin flapped freely in the air while blood rained down upon me the moment I collided with the ground with a thunderous thump. My attempts at crying out for help were cut off by the silk handkerchief that still clung firmly to my neck. My entire lower half felt like it had been set ablaze, forcing tears from my eyes as I cried helplessly upon the floor. My vision began to darken as blood poured from my wound.

The last thing I saw before darkness overtook me was the bottom of my computer chair with the words ‘Made In China’ inches from my face.