Im not a huge drinker but i figure what the hell, if theres any time to let loose this would be it. So i drink pretty much anything i can get my hands...on. Since I don’t drink much, the drinks start to take a big effect on me and i start feeling tipsy. Its a feeling I don’t usually have but i embrace it as much as i can and just let myself go. I go up to Mia while she’s with a group of her friends and pull her away and begin to dance with her. We were close to the edge of the room so I pull her. Both of Keith's hands locked onto Brian's cock, twisting, squeezing, and bending Brian's rod as Keith shot cum wad after cum wad into the sobbing boy!Keith harshly pulled his spent dick out of Brian, rising, Keith kicked Brian hard in the ass, sending the golden boy down flat.Brian lay sobbing in pain and terror. His body shook as he cried.=============================Part 14 - Telephone Pole Size=============================Bruno swaggered up to the golden boy. "Touch my cock, boy!" he. . a small splash of blood at the backdoor, on the frame below the shattered glass panel. This door was open too, and the footprints headed with chaotic purpose towards the shed. The Punishment Shed, which was almost empty, de-commissioned in readiness for conversion into the new wing, my own apartment within the borders of the house in the woods.Now I was scared, very scared. Something had gone through the house with astonishing force, and taken Margaret with it. A wandering psychopath? God. I was driving my wheelchair on the street as usual and enjoying the nice weather. I saw a police car and a van ahead of me, so I went around them. The police officer said, "Hi man, stop right there." I stop and turn around and asked, what the problem, officer? " He said that I'm under arrest for driving on the street. I applied, "I didn't know there is a law that said that I can't drive my wheelchair on the street." He told me that the law is new and he got his handcuffs off of his belt.