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{{NSFW}}In the 1960s there was a man names Charles Wankton. He liked to stick his schlong where it didn't belong, yet he enjoyed long nights of choking his chicken. He lived up on a hill, away from prying eyes. Although, he would have preferred to do what he did in plain sight because he liked that sort of thing. Anyway, he discovered a most terrible evil one day. This is the story of the sex bomb gone wrong.
 
{{NSFW}}In the 1960s there was a man names Charles Wankton. He liked to stick his schlong where it didn't belong, yet he enjoyed long nights of choking his chicken. He lived up on a hill, away from prying eyes. Although, he would have preferred to do what he did in plain sight because he liked that sort of thing. Anyway, he discovered a most terrible evil one day. This is the story of the sex bomb gone wrong.
 
Charles was having his wanker's delight when he heard a knock on the door. Hoping to turn this into a danger wank, he shouted "Come in, the front door's open! I'm in the bedroom!" Furiously whacking off, to his dismay he got no reply. He grumbled as he finished then walked down the stairs, trousers in hitch because he loved doing his thing in an awkward sitting position. What he didn't know is that was what his great Grandfather's favourite position was and this would come back to haunt him. Literally.
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Charles slammed the phone down, he would have to use his computer. Typing with his penis he searched for 'Dial-A-Ho'. But his IP was blocked after many payment bounces. Again, he needed a rethink. He got an idea. Yes, that would have to do.
 
Propping up a rubber blow up doll on his bed and putting the head on his pillow, he got to work trying to make it look more realistic. He used an old mop for the hair and some makeup he had stashed for his very freaky wank sessions he liked to have on special occasions. After he was satisfied, he got to business, trying to break the bed. But his work was in vain because he owned an Ikea Malm with storage, famous for being the most unbreakable bed in existence. Nothing less would do for his crazy fapping techniques yet here his greatest asset was his greatest weakness because the bed could not break. This attempt at 'the Ton’Ton' would turn out to be his undoing because he'd forgotten he'd loaded the blow-up doll with explosives for the ultimate in danger wank other than the time he'd but his slong in his dog's chew toy and wrapped it in bacon. The detonation could come at any time whilst he wildly thrust his manhood into the lifeless blow up doll while Grampa Wank watched eagerly, hoping he could finally pass on to the next world and fuck some heavenly bitches. But the explosives detonated, sending bits of rubber and sinew everywhere. When the police came to investigate why his leg collar had stopped its signal it looked like someone had filled a balloon with black powder and popped it all over the room. Except that probably isn't what it would look like and it would have been enough for them to hurl their lunch juices all over the room where so much other body fluid had been lost. James the RMC sniper would need a new job.
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