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It's scary to admit, but I've had to ward off robber, muggers, and many would be sexual assaulters and it's in the shaky aftermath of times like those where I appreciate all the time and effort I've put into my self-defense preparations.
You see, I have this anti-sodomy device that I "wear" at all times, especially in the city. It's a telescoping steel cylinder with a silicone "faux-sphincter", and an inviting one at that. The idea is simple. When I'm accosted by a particularly ravenous sort, I preemptively pull down my trousers (or simply unzip the butt flap as is the case on Saturday nights) and present myself to them.
This is to "cut to the chase", so to speak, and avoid any punches or cross chops to my face. In the dim light of the city night, that "faux-sphincter" looks just like a real one, and an inviting one at that. Here's where my training pays off. There's a brief moment of discomfort as the sexual assaulter, or I guess you can call them a rapist, ram jams their beefy beef into my anti-sodomy device. They think they've pulled one over on me, but that's where they're wrong.
You see the telescoping steel cylinder is driven back, forcefully, acting as a firing pin, until it collides with an explosive charge very much like a shotgun shell. That silicone "faux-sphincter" becomes the projectile, and with the amount of zesto peppo I pack in my shotgun ass, that rapist's dick is blown clean off, often resulting in enough blood loss to kill them as a dick wound like that is almost always impossible, for even the most skilled surgeons, to close up properly (I've seen them try).
The only penetration I truly suffer is that of a hot, smoking gun barrel, and I rather like that feeling if that's not too deviant to admit.
You see, I have this anti-sodomy device that I "wear" at all times, especially in the city. It's a telescoping steel cylinder with a silicone "faux-sphincter", and an inviting one at that. The idea is simple. When I'm accosted by a particularly ravenous sort, I preemptively pull down my trousers (or simply unzip the butt flap as is the case on Saturday nights) and present myself to them.
This is to "cut to the chase", so to speak, and avoid any punches or cross chops to my face. In the dim light of the city night, that "faux-sphincter" looks just like a real one, and an inviting one at that. Here's where my training pays off. There's a brief moment of discomfort as the sexual assaulter, or I guess you can call them a rapist, ram jams their beefy beef into my anti-sodomy device. They think they've pulled one over on me, but that's where they're wrong.
You see the telescoping steel cylinder is driven back, forcefully, acting as a firing pin, until it collides with an explosive charge very much like a shotgun shell. That silicone "faux-sphincter" becomes the projectile, and with the amount of zesto peppo I pack in my shotgun ass, that rapist's dick is blown clean off, often resulting in enough blood loss to kill them as a dick wound like that is almost always impossible, for even the most skilled surgeons, to close up properly (I've seen them try).
The only penetration I truly suffer is that of a hot, smoking gun barrel, and I rather like that feeling if that's not too deviant to admit.
