“You think you can around killing members of my family and live pig dog?” The well libricated voice of Sasha Villmemore hisses. Sasha was vomited from his mother’s vigina and slapped with the name Sergio Segligari before he’d even cried his first shit scared tear when he first clapped his eyes on his old man, and dog ugly mother Bertha. His life was and future was already decided for him before he witness his dad strangling the life out of one of his bitches, but when Sergio realised he had the gift of deep throating any sized cock, he changed his gender to a forty-four double-D with seven inches packed under the hood and a new name too boot. Once old boy had all the right pieces in place, and not in place, he started his own online empire away from the old ways of the family. Daddy was never happy, but when Mika and Veronica stepped up he obsessed less and I’m pretty sure beat off openly to his son. Anyway, let’s get back to the important shit because while I’ve been giving you the vita background on Sergio, he’s been running his mouth about all the wicked things he’s going to do to me, and none of them sexual. Unless of course when he said he was going to literally fuck me up the arse and cum over my face, was actually what he meant and not just some friendly banter.

I spat some blood on the floor, and threw a glance over my left locking eyes with one of the girls who’d serviced my pole early. I’m pretty sure she looked a whole lot prettier alive than she did with the blank expression she had then on her pale empty dead face.

I could hear old boy in the background yelling something crude, but I was mesmerised by dead Barbie’s lips. It wasn’t exactly her lips that was the mesmerising thing, it was the fact that fifteen minutes ago they had been firmly pressed around the base of my cock as I dropped some never-gonna-be kids in her stomach, you could call it a religious event. Sergio wasn’t happy that I wasn’t there with him in his conversation, so he drove the heel of his size thirteen high-heels into my hand adequately bringing me back to reality.

”Are you listen to me fuck face?” He growled while he twisted his foot around as if stamping out a cigarette. I gritted my teeth together and pulled my nuts in knowing there wasn’t much good for my sorry arse if I laid down and gave the crying game his moment in the sun, so I thrust up with my free hand and punched Sergio in what little was left of the body he was born in and somehow got to my feet. But Sergio had one more surprise waiting in the wings for me in the form of his wet nurse. The freak of nature was built like a fucking skyscraper, and she went full on Chyna on me. Easily tossing me into the air, then catching me into a pop up power bomb, that sent stars across the landscape of my now busted mind as I hit the ground….

to be concluded…

The world was a mess as the second boot connected with the side of my head, and I went twisting all around the pool, except there was no pool and I wasn’t really twisting, it was more like cascading to the floor like a free flowing tap.

“Rat bastard!” I head a woman’s voice hiss, I looked up and noticed the whore more from how far her legs went up than how pretty ugly she was. Veronica Segligari, second to the Don aka the self proclaimed toughest cunt in the room, who happened to have just expired a few moments ago. Veronica and me went way back, I’d blown in her hole once or twice and she’d ridden the tongue lane a few times, but she wanted nothing to do with me when I’d deliberately killed her brother Mik. Anyway, none of that is important right now, all you need to know is Veronica disliked me a lot and that would be heightened more so right now because I just offed her old man.

“I’ve been waiting so long for today that I’m wetter than I’ve ever been before,” she said with a purr.

“Sandpaper,” I came back with before someone drove another boot into me then pulled my hair back.

“Still the show off to the very end, how pathetically pathetic,” she said.

As her words settled into my spinning brain, and as the blood soaked into the gel that makes up almost all of my eye I suddenly heard Lemmy’s cigarette soiled vocals call out to me in his signature sheer, followed by a heavy guitar riff and I knew it was time to play the game the only way I knew how.

I drove myself upwards, breaking pretty boys nose over his face, then launches myself like a spear towards the ugly twins. All three of us hit the ground with a rocking thump, but I was in the middle of my hulk up and the crowd was cheering with more excited he than the first 30 players in the Huston 500, because no one wanted to be in that last 100 when the sloppy mess that was left was all that was left.

I flip myself to my feet like HBK during his final run, not totally shit but no where near his glory days.

I ate a sharp hot poker in the chest that sent be back down, it burnt for a few moment but once bullets started ricocheting off the concrete near my head I knew if I didn’t move this spot would be a permanent location for my remains to rot.

I sucked in all the energy I have and emulated HBK once more, and quickly danced into some sweet chin music, laying Clive no eyes down for the count.

I heard the gun cock moments before the explosion of the bullet leaving the chamber. Using what little reflexes I had left, not so pretty anymore boy became my human shield and ate all sixteen bullets before upping his usefulness as a bartering ram.

As I lay on top of pretty fucking ugly boy, staring into Veronica’s hate filled eyes I put my hand on the handle of a revolver tucked in he once had a face that launched ships and low it sinks them’s belt.

“What the fuck are you smiling at bandito? You think you have won? We are the serpent, you cut one head off another will rise. We ar…..” she never got to finish whatever story she was in the middle of telling as I pulled the trigger on the conversation.

When Killdone and the other showed up the party was long over, but something the fat fuck said stuck with me for a few hours, until Beth and Anne sucked my meat dry a few times.

He repeated a bit of her tale, about so many heads and more coming. Honesty it’s what made me end up at Chesty’s House Of Hardcore, all that talk about heads and coming got me all in the mood for some me time. So when the cold barrel pressed itself against the back of my skull I was surprised…

to be continued….

The saltiness of my blood hit the back of my throat and forced a suction like effect to take place, leaving me to desperately struggle for a breath. My concentration thankfully was broken some seconds later as another fist hit me in the side of the jaw, dislodging another tooth. I felt something grab at my hair and pull my head back, bringing the world of darkness that had been my friend for the last few moments into an explosion of colours and sounds.

“Tell me where the old fucker is or I will jerk your cock off until you spray your seed across my face!” The self proclaimed toughest cunt in the room growled in a thick accent that I’m sure I completely miss-understand, but I’m the one telling the story so that’s the version you’re going to get.

“What the fuck!” I say after spitting out a mouthful of blood and teeth, it got me another closed fist to the side of face. The fucker holding the few strands of hair left on my head readjusted his grip and drove another powerful punch into my nose, spreading it across my face like crunchy peanut butter.

“Don’t try my patience, for I am a full of estrogen and my glands are swelling with milk, in these things and those that will follow you will find that I do not value your life as much as you do! Where I come from we talk with our actions, sucking all the cock we can, and never swallowing! NEVER! But you, you people, you try to make out you have big cocks to scare our mouths in submission, but it never works because no cock is too big! Now tell me where you have taken my brother, and I will make your death one of less pain!” Once again I’m not sure if I heard all his words correctly, but I’m sure my translation is pretty close to the mark.

I forced a smile, and winked at him before finally sealing the deal with a cheeky kiss. He launched himself up from the toilet seat he was sitting on, without even wiping his arse mind you, and rushed towards me thrusting his goons out of the way as he did. Of course this was a mistake that he didn’t fully realise until my fist hit his throat.

He stumbled  backwards clutching at his throat while he tried to catch a breath, but it was never going to happen. I’d hit a lot of guys in the throat over the years, and if I’m honest, it never failed to reap its rewards. As the bucket of love muscles  falls to his knees, one of mine connects with his nose and sent his then motionless body to the ground.

“Who’s next?” I asked with excitement as I turned around, looking down the barrel of a revolver.

“You are!” The goon hissed as he pulled the trigger, but the gun gave him no dice. I did some pretty cool shit that you’ve only ever slightly seen before, and ended up with the same gun thrust in the goons face, as we laid there close enough to kiss and he laughed like a little school boy who’d just realised he’d been calling his best friend by the wrong name for the last two years.

“What’s so funny?” I asked.

“You Englishman, you think I forget that the gun is empty?”

This moment allowed me to smile for the second time in so many minutes. “The difference between me and you is vast, just like the difference between what a gun does with the safety on,” I say as I pulled the trigger, removing half his head. “And with the safety off,” I added afterwards. I’d only just started to get to my knees when a burning sensation erupted in the back of my head and the ground rushed up towards me….

to be continued….