Aug 28, 2019, 07:31 PM
It's been three years since the afternoon
where I lost my anal virginity to an administrator on the SourceOP Pro Rotation server.
I joined the server after coming home from kindergarten. I remember the day vividly because Emily wouldn't share the lincoln logs with me during naptime. We were both allowed to stay awake because we were students of the week. Bitch.
As you can imagine, I was cranky because I hadn't slept at all that day. I just wanted to blow off some steam.
It started off like any other game. We all sat around tagging the walls, eating sandwiches, and drinking piss or milk or soda or whatever else is in the game that you can drink.
The horns blasted.
I didn't leave spawn because I was afk (alt-tabbed to read a stormfront article).
That's when it happened. I tabbed back in and quickly realized everyone had left spawn except me and one other person.
I don't know if it was the gimp mask I was wearing or what but it doesn't matter because
👏 my 👏 OUTFIT 👏 doesn't 👏 give👏 you 👏 permission 👏 to 👏 RAPE 👏 me. 👏
PERIOT.
But(tp)a(i)ne̶ proceeded to anally devastate me.
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Fig 1: Where I was FUCKED.
I'll never forget the laughter and the humiliation I felt as he livestreamed it all on justin.tv.
My mom found out about it and put me in a dumpster. My dad came back home after a 5 year trip to the gas station to get cigarettes and BEAT me. My dog shit on my foot. Emily kicked me in the dick. My life was RUINED.
My therapist demands that I receive an apology, a HOUWAR with hearts circling it, my student loan debt forgiven, and Butane's job. It's 2019.
#PoundMeTooDaddy
where I lost my anal virginity to an administrator on the SourceOP Pro Rotation server.
I joined the server after coming home from kindergarten. I remember the day vividly because Emily wouldn't share the lincoln logs with me during naptime. We were both allowed to stay awake because we were students of the week. Bitch.
As you can imagine, I was cranky because I hadn't slept at all that day. I just wanted to blow off some steam.
It started off like any other game. We all sat around tagging the walls, eating sandwiches, and drinking piss or milk or soda or whatever else is in the game that you can drink.
The horns blasted.
I didn't leave spawn because I was afk (alt-tabbed to read a stormfront article).
That's when it happened. I tabbed back in and quickly realized everyone had left spawn except me and one other person.
I don't know if it was the gimp mask I was wearing or what but it doesn't matter because
👏 my 👏 OUTFIT 👏 doesn't 👏 give👏 you 👏 permission 👏 to 👏 RAPE 👏 me. 👏
PERIOT.
But(tp)a(i)ne̶ proceeded to anally devastate me.
[ATTACH=CONFIG]2969[/ATTACH]
Fig 1: Where I was FUCKED.
I'll never forget the laughter and the humiliation I felt as he livestreamed it all on justin.tv.
My mom found out about it and put me in a dumpster. My dad came back home after a 5 year trip to the gas station to get cigarettes and BEAT me. My dog shit on my foot. Emily kicked me in the dick. My life was RUINED.
My therapist demands that I receive an apology, a HOUWAR with hearts circling it, my student loan debt forgiven, and Butane's job. It's 2019.
#PoundMeTooDaddy
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