Let’s Pretend By Timothy Reisling Betticut

Let’s Pretend

Part 1

Once upon a time… There was a little bedtime fairy tale…. That began
like this:

Hello, I… I’m able to come out to say a few words. To, um, set-up what
you are going to see and like that. God that spot is bright and hot.

Can everyone hear me alright… Hello… Is this thing loud enough on my
collar… It’s a wireless mic so I can move around and all. Okay…
okay… my name’s … well never mind my real name. Tonight you can call
me Teather. Yea, I think it’s funny too.

Look, I don’t want to hide it. In spite of the way I look, I’m a guy.
I’m thirty-two years old and my wife is making me do this. She kinda
caught me… Hell, she discovered me boinking my secretary. Yea…
yea… If you think that’s funny… Come on calm down now. If you think
that’s funny, well… My boss is her Daddy.

Right. I don’t do penance then I don’t eat. Got it… So that’s why I’m
standing here like this. I mean in this. Well, on this stage in this
costume. And all. Who am I dressed up like…

Well, I never saw the show, but I’m supposed to look like the girl in
Phantom of the Opera. Yea, that’s why I’ve got on this gown-thing. And
this… this is a real blue corset over everything. On the outside! And
… well, I’m supposed to tell you the details, so okay, lemme do that
right now.

I’m wearing… gosh this is embarrassing… I’m wearing … I’ll start
from the inside and work out, okay… I’m wearing string bikini panties.
What… Oh… pink. Yea, all my underwear is pink. And silky. And I’ve
got what they call a merry widow on and that’s why it looks like I have
these big breasts. They’re packed with some kind of goo in plastic
baggies. And they bounce and they’re heavy.

Okay and um, I’ve got on stockings see them here, and they’re pink and
sheer and come all the way up my thighs to attach to things that dangle
down from this merry widow I told you about. And .. huh… Yes, it’s
really tight and made out of some kind of elastic, I don’t know what.
Spandex… Yea, I guess, I don’t know. It’s just real uncomfortable.
Ooops. My voice slipped a little there. I’m supposed to keep it high
pitched like a girl’s. Sorry.

Okay… now where was I. Oh yes, there are all of these slips or skirts
or huh…

Petticoats… Yea. I’ve got on four petticoats that drop to just above
my ankles see, if I turn around and bend over a little, see them… And
of course, yes.. they’re pink too. Underneath, like I said, I’m all
pink. And a couple of the petticoats are really starched, that’s why the
stick out so far. They’re the ones on the top. These things make it hard
to walk. Like I’m walking through waist deep water or maybe even, I
don’t know, oil. And they’re loud.

Anyway…. I want to get through this… You can all hear alright…
You’re real quiet for so many people, What… A few dozen… Can’t
really tell with these lights in my eyes up here. And…. Okay, my
petticoats, and merry widow and panties and stockings and…

Oh right. See, I’m wearing these ankle boots. They’re buttoned up the
sides… No… no. They might look black Sir, but they’re a deep navy.
Sorry, I can’t pull up my skirt and if I stick one out, I’ll lose my
balance since they’re so high. They must be what… Four inches…
More… Dunno.

I do know that they make my butt jut out. Look, they just crank it up in
back, see… Sigh… That’s for later right… Ohhh.. this is just
humiliating. I hope you’re happy dear. See, she wanted a punishment that
would really make me never want to cheat again. That’s why there are
those three cameras taping this. See them… If this ever gets played at
work… I’ll.. Her dad will… Oh shit.

Now you can see most of the rest of this stuff. This gown is ivory and
drops down all the way. And then the blue corset…What… It’s, I don’t
know, satin or something. That’s why it shines in the light. And it’s
tied.. um… laced so tightly I can barely breath. I know I can’t run in
it, even if I wasn’t buttoned into these shoes. And there are buttons
all the way down the back. Yea, I know you can’t see it because of the
cape. I mean the dress buttons all the way down. There must be a couple
dozen buttons and even if I could use my hands, I can’t reach most of
them.

What… Two.

Two girls dressed me. Oh and then another did my hair, weaving my own
hair into the wig and extensions. It took all afternoon. Here, I’ll turn
around. See, it goes all the way down to my butt. And it’s sure curly.
And it goes out over my shoulders. It makes my head look at least twice
as big as it is. And the way it comes down on the sides, see… I have
to turn my head to see… It’s like I’m wearing blinders. It’s very
annoying. Very.

So… What’s that Sir… No, they injected something into them. Oh, I
guess a lot of you didn’t hear the question. He asked if my lips were
really this fat. The hair stylist actually took a big needle and while I
was tied into her chair. Yes, I was strapped into it. I don’t know why.
I guess they thought I was going to give them a hard time.

Well, she took this hypodermic needle, and filled up my lips with
something so now they’re bulging and big. They did it before they
started making me up.

Sorry lady, I don’t know what all they did to my face. It sure took them
a long time, especially around my eyes.

No… no… the makeup person was different from the dressers or the
hairstylist. But I think she looked familiar. Maybe a friend of my
wife’s. And she touched me up just before I came out here a couple of
minutes ago. I can’t tell how it looks to you, but when I saw myself in
the full length mirror … I was stunned. I’m really not a sissy or a
fag or anything. I don’t know how they could have turned me into …
well made me look so… Shit, I look hot don’t I… Yea, you can applaud
and laugh, but I can’t believe how damned girlish they¹ve made me.

Look, let me get through this. So the dress covers me from high neck
down to my ankles. And then this blue velvet cape is corded around my
neck and lays sort of to the side and falls all the way down. And yes, I
have glitter in my hair and on the cape. And the cape covers my wrists
where they’re tied with a big white nylon ribbon that has a bow.

Why… Because the heroine of The Opera gets tied like this. So I had to
come out here with my hands tied under the cape back there so you can’t
quite tell… here I’ll pull them to the side. See, I have long sleeves
and they are laced and my nails match my red lips.

Yes, there is some kind of pearly, um, ivory paint on my eyelids so they
glow in this light. Don’t know what you call it.

No… no… I have no idea what the color of my blusher is. Can we get
this thing going… These heels, and this corset are making standing
here really hard, okay…

***

Time for sleep now cuties. What… You never want to hear any more about
poor Teather and this humilating problem… Oh… You do… Well let me
know and I’ll tell you part two of: “Let’s Pretend” by Pansi Ponde. Or
while you’re waiting, visit my free illustrated reluctant CD adventure
fiction site and shudder at the desperate plight of LacyFate for free..
no charges… just terror at < http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8339/>. Oh.. and by the
way… please don’t repost or archive this story anywhere else. It is
copyrighted by me but I just can’t resist telling it to you here. Hope
you don’t mind.

Let’s Pretend – Part 2 By SkinFictionStudios In the spirt of
SkinFictionStudio’s free LacyFate website at

When we left our distressed mansel he faced… well… maybe that was
part of the problem… he couldn’t really face much of anything… No…
he could… He could face an audience watching as the skirted and
corseted and… but I’m getting ahead… Once upon a time boys and
girls… Teather was on stage looking at an audience and whining…

Fine, so here’s the deal. I’m supposed to pretend to be this dazzling
damsel in distress who gets raped up here before your eyes by some kind
of monster man. Oh, it will be simulated of course. But I have to make
it look very convincing. So… I’ll be a good little actress and see if
I can convince you. So no matter what I say… just relax and hold on. I
mean, don’t worry, nothing’s really going to happen. How could it… I’m
a guy and guys can’t get raped, right… So just sit comfortably and
enjoy this one time show.

What are you giggling at. I know enough biology to know that can’t
happen. Any way, let me introduce my, er, costar. Derk Kerl. Derk, will
you come out here now…

Whoa, he looks even bigger in that leather outfit, I didn’t see him
dressed up before. Derk is a body builder. He is six foot six, weighs
two hundred fifty eight pounds of rock. But the way that chocolate
leather fits him, I guess you all know that huh…

Okay, Derk doesn’t have a mic, so I’ll try to explain what we’re doing
until our little play begins. Will you help me up on that lazy susan
Derk… Thank you.

This round riser rotates and you can see we have a staunch ladder back
chair on its edge. Derk is now… Oh that’s tight. Derk is now wrapping
white ribbons about each of my ankles and around the chair legs as I
stand in front of it facing the back.

Now, he’s fixing two more ribbons at my knees just below the front of
the seat of the chair. Now it gets hard, help me please Derk.

Ooomph. Derk is … um… oh… bending me… . gosh…. Damn….
Bending me forward and pushing my head down so it…. Easy… EASY!
DAMNIT! HEY! THAT HURTS. Shit!

Pant… pant… okay. I am now bent way down in front as you can see and
he’s poked my head through the bottom rungs in this ladder back. And now
he’s fixing ribbons around the chair back’s sides and lacing them to my
collar on each side… that way I can’t move side to side, and the chair
keeps my shoulders from going forward and…

Now not too far Derk. DERK… That’s really uncomfortable. Oh Jeszzzus
Derk stop. Stop. Not any farther. HOLY GOD….

Ohhh… you faggot bastard. This just won’t do. Oh… alright let’s just
hurry everything up. See… he took a ribbon and wound it around the
very top rung of the ladder chair’s back and then brought its’ other end
through my wrist bindings and he’s pulled my wrists way…way up in back
so I can’t pull back hardly at all. And he’s tied another big white
floppy bow at my wrists where I can’t reach it with my fingers. And…
hey.. easy…. I could get dizzy. Do it easy.

See…. He’s turning the lazy susan platform so you can all watch me
rotate here with my head poking down and out through the back of the
rungs and my legs straight so that with my ankles and knees tied tight
my ass is my highest point. Well, I know the skirts cover it up, but
take my word for it… the blood is gushing to my head. In fact, maybe
you should loosen those wrist ropes a little Derk, I’m feeling kinda
light headed.

NO! Don’t tighten them. DON”T. I said loosen… LOOOOOOOOSEN…. OUCH.
OWWWWWW! Oh.

Pant… pant….. Derk really has me lashed down now. I can hardly move
anything. I can wobble my ass a little from side to side, but that’s
about it. Raised up like this on stage I’m looking right down at you. I
thought you wouldn’t be able to see my face, but even with my hair, you
can see me up here huh…

What are you doing now Derk… Oh…. Oh yea. He’s turning me so I’ll be
looking right at you as he pretends to rape me. Of course, if you could
see everything back there this wouldn’t look real, huh…

Now… wha… What are you doing… You don’t have to pull my skirts up
like that. They won’t be able to tell anything. Derk, you’re uncovering
me, I can feel the cold. What are you doing with the hems… Wrapping
them around my hands… Tying them up there by my hands… With my hair
in this position, I can’t see anything you’re doing.

Huh… You say it looks like I’m holding my skirts up for him… Thank
you Lady, like I needed that description.

Now wait, I didn’t agree to this. You can’t spin me again with just
these teeny panties covering my rump. Derk now don’t. Derk, keep me
moving. Don¹t stop me with my head facing the back curtains this way.
Why are you all laughing… Derk, turn me around.

Yes, yes, I know I’m blushing. And I know my ass is blushing. And I
think that’s a crude way to put it Sir. And OUCH!

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

Derk, you…. You…. Spanked me you idiot! You faggot. You queer
bastard. I’m going to pull my hands.. I’m going to pull my head…. My
legs…. Shit… I can’t move and ….

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

Stop it…. Stop….. Oh Christ! Fuck that hurtzzzzzzzzzzz! OUCH! OUCH!
OUCH! OUCH! OOOOOUCH!

Gasp… pant… pant…. Oh please don’t spank me any more. I’ll be
good. I’ll….. Okay, I’m sorry that I called you names. I didn’t mean
anything by them. There’s nothing wrong with being gay. I just don’t do
it and ….

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

For the love of….. FUUUUUUUUCK! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK!
EEE! OOOOOUCH!

STOOOOOP! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

Gasp…gasp.. pant… gasp. Sob. Please Derk, I won’t …. I…. Call
you what… I.. no…. I…

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

Pleeeeese…. OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

Okay…. Sweetheart, Darling, Dearest Derk. Please stop spanking me
Dearest. Please Sweetheart. Please stop it my darling. Oh…. Pant …
gasp. Oh thank you dearest. Dearest… pant pant pant…..

Now… now…what… um, darling… What is he doing back there
people… I’m facing you again. Can you see what he’s… he’s… what
was that… It sounded like… like…

Was that your zipper Dearest… Now there’s no need for you to be.. I
mean remember, this is… I mean we’re actors, darling. And…. Are you
tugging at the bows on my panties… Is he opening the bows on my
panties… Is he…. Don’t do that. Really, they won’t be able to tell
if I have panties on the way you have me turned Der… er Darliing. Oh
hell.

Please don’t dangle them in front of me…. Er, Beloved. What… What
are you doing… You can’t tie them… onto… Look we didn’t say we
were going. I can’t see with… You’re blindfolding me with my panties
you prick!

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

Shit, please stop darling. Okay…. Blindfold me with them. They’re so
sheer I’ll be able to see a little. It’s okay, I want you to Dearest…
please blindfold me with my panties. Ohhh thank you sweetie. They feel
and even smell so…. Um… rank. Oh, with the spotlight hitting them
like this, I can hardly see at all. It’ like peering through pink spume.

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

Okay! OKAY! I…. I LOVE IT. Yes Darling Sweety… Pink’s my favorite
color for fog. Yes… I love my panties over my eyes, thank you dearest
for tying them there. What… What was that lady… Are you nuts… How
could I ever look sexy like this… I mean… I’m bent and my ass is
sticking up and out and my hands jacked up way behind me and my head’s
poked through this chair rung, tits mashed against the seat, and I’ve
got a pair of shiny pink panties laced over my eyes and you say I look
sexy… You are one sick..

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH!
OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE!
OOOOOUCH!

Okay…. Please…. Okay.. okay…. I’m sorry lady. I’m so happy you
think I look sexy. And thank you too Sir. And …. Thank you all for the
applause. Is… is that alright dearest… Will you stop spanking me…
Ohhhh… thank you honey sweet.

HEY! What are you wiping on me… What’s that stuff… It feels like
grease or .. or… petroleum jelly or… why are you rubbing that on my
… my ass… Now stop it… it’s cold.

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

Okay… yes, I want you to coat my ass and everything. Oh I see, that
will look like cum won’t it… So when we’ve finished our act, it’ll
look like sperm on my … on my…. Shit, so that’s why you laughed when
I said a man couldn’t be raped. This is too much.

And…. What’s that… What’s that your rubbing against me… What’s
that applicator. It feels like. I mean… You’ve got a dildo… What is
that a sausage. A… a cucumber… It’s immense. What are you people
laughing at… What is…. Is that… Jeesus Derk, that isn’t your…
your…. You can’t be that gigantic. And what the hell do you actually
have it out for anyway… I mean… you are going awfully far for your
little art here..

OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! OUCH! YIPE! EEK! EEE! OOOOOUCH!

***

Time for sleep now cuties. What… You never want to hear any more about
poor Teather and whether escape is possible from this humilating
problem… Hmmm… should Teather escape… Oh… You do want more…
Well let me know and I’ll tell you part three of: “Let’s Pretend” by
Pansi Ponde. Or while you’re waiting, visit my free illustrated
reluctant CD adventure fiction site and shudder at the desperate plight
of LacyFate for free.. no charges… just terror at < http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/Heights/8339/>. Oh.. and by the
way… please don’t repost or archive this story anywhere else. It is
copyrighted by me but I just can’t resist telling it to you here. Hope
you don’t mind.

Let’s Pretend – Part 3 By SkinFictionStudios In the spirt of
SkinFictionStudio’s free LacyFate website at

Once upon a time we left Teather, our hampered himoine helplessly in the
clutches of the massive Derk Kerl. Remember… Remember how Teather was
stuck down onto a chair seat, facing backward, head poking through a low
rung, neck lashed to the sides, hands arched high up and ribboned taut
to a top chair rung with legs splayed to either side of the seat’s
front. What a predicament. And worse yet… the dastardly Derk Kerl was
spanking Teather’s delectable buns… So, let’s return now as we watch
Teather’s glowing orbs, tears in eyes, as we hear these words from those
fat ruby lips….

Dearest… Sweety… Honey….. Oh… that really stung. I forgot
darling. I.. won’t forget again my wonderful dear. But why have you gone
so far Sweet Heart… There’s no reason to… to…

Ohhh-OHHHH! Now don’t do that. What are you doing.

Ohhh-UHHHH! Shit, now that hurts. What are you poking…. OOOOO… OWWW!
You can’t put that in there it’s not big enough to…

Uhhhh–ummmmmhhhh… Dohn… don’t… please… somebody.. he’s …
he’s…. OMIGAAAAAWWWWD!

HE’S RAPING ME! SOMEBODY!! ONE OF YOU…. ANYONE!! I’M GETTING RAPED
BACK THERE!

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

He’s plunging his… his…

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

Look this isn’t acting. Somebody….

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

Pant… gasp… Somebody’s got to … Shit! SHIIIIIIIIT!!!

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

I’m getting fucked up here people. This isn’t an act. I don’t care what
I told you… somebody help me. Get this.. OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!!!

I’m impaled! Can’t move my hands, can’t see back there… this corset…
cuts… OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

These heels. Trapped…. They’re boosting me up to meet his…
OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

Some one of you… this isn’t a show. We’re not acting. I’m getting
fucked by a … a…. faggot. He’s making me into a…

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

Oh shit, he’s going to cum! HE’S GOING TO CUM UP MY… UP MY!
OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!
OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

Ohhh… I know how this looks. I told you this was all bogus. I told you
not to help me because I was going to be pretending. But does this look
like… like… OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! That almost came out of my mouth
and … OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

He’s fucking my brains out. The blood’s gushing to my head and …
OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! He’s grabbed hold of my hips, nothing I can do to
stop him. I’m nailed… I’m being nailed! Surely some one of you can…
OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

Hellllp! Hear me… Help! Help! HELLLP! ULLLLP! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

Maybe I can upset this chair… Nuhgghh… It… uh.. won’t.. uh…
rock… OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!… it’s…. YOUBASTARDPRICKSHIT! You’ve
SCREWED THIS CHAIR DOWN! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!

He’s going to… He’s… he’s going to cum. He’s really swollen…
he’s.. he’s OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH! OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!
OHHHHH-ahhhHHHHH! UH!…. He’s almost… almost…

AHHHHHHHHHHH! SHIIIIIT! Duhhhhhhh! Huhhhhh………

Pant … pant… gasp… pant…. You… you… pulled out… You…
pulled yourself…. OUT! Oh it hurts. It hurts. And… you… uh…
you… didn’t… why didn’t you……

Pant… pant… pant…. What… What are you… Where are you… Derk
you faggot queer shithead assehole. Where are you… Can’t see through
this hair and blindfold. Can’t pull out of these ribbons holding my
neck. My arms are throbbing up there. Swollen. You can’t see my swollen
hands for the skirts, but I think they are. They tingle, like they’re
going to sleep. Can’t watch well through these panties and all this
hair. Need air. These corsets. The merry widow, the outer corset…. So
damned rigid. Trying to pull my knees free, can’t bring them together.

Where are you Derk… Where is he… What is he doing. He didn’t.. cum.
Didn’t… pant.. pant.. pant…. What… What are you doing behind my
head. What… Ohhh the light’s so bright without them. That spot in my
eyes now that you’ve pulled my panties off… Can’t look. Somebody…
somebody.. help.

And… uh-oh. Can’t look up, but now I… you’ve got that in front of my
face. What… you’re spinning us around. No… They’ll stare at my ass.
They …. They can see my ass all red and hiked way up and all that
jelly all over it.. it looks like I’ve been. That you… Why are you
turning me away from the audience.

Oh shit. So they can’t see what you’re doing… So they’ll still think
I’m making it up… So they’ll think this is an act… NOOOOOO! He’s
really pointing his oily dong at my mouth. He really is!!! You people
back there. I know I said this was all going to be just a sham. IT’S
NOT! Look at my ass. See… Above my pink stocking tops. See………
Look how red it is. It must be really red. Even blue… Does that look
like an act… You’re seeing a real raping. Now you’ve got proof,
don’t… don’t let him shove this thing down my thro…..uuhhhhhhhkkkk!

Nuh… uh… uhew… uhkkk.. umph…. PUH!

He had it in me… he had it in my mouth. He really did. Won’t anybody
believe me… This isn’t an act…. Uhhh… uuuuuuu….. aawwwww….
Uhhhh…. Uewwwuuhhewwwwwwhh… hihhhhhhhhh!

Phwat! He did it again. It tastes awful. Do you know where that thing’s
been… While you’re all staring at my petticoat framed buns… While
you’re all applauding our acting… THIS ISN’T PRETENDING! I TELL YOU
THIS FAGGOT IS MAKING ME INTO A COCK SUCK-UHHHHHH! UHHH…
ihhhhhh…wuhhhh…. Oarkkkkllll…..

Phup! Pant pant pant…. Need to breath… gasp gasp gasp. Can’t you see
how hard I’m fighting… Can¹t you see my jerking and yanking at these
ribbons… Oh won’t somebody… Some-uhhhhhh….
UhhhhhhhhHHHHUUUHHHUUHHHH! NUH… DUH CUH…. DUH CUM IN MUH MOUW… NUH
EN MUH MOWWWWWWW!…

WHUH…. Oh he’s out again. But he’s going to come in my mouth. He’s
going to make me into his sissy cum-slut unless somebody does something.
I know he is. I’m not a cock-sucker. I don’t want this to happen. I’m
sorry honey. I am really really really sorry. I won’t ever…. I know
how this looks to you people. I know what you see is a … pant pant
pant… tantalizing, busty brunette, bent over a chair, her skirts hiked
way up and her ass hoisted farther by her heels. I might even look as if
I’m holding my skirts for the guy.

Look, I know what I told you before, about how this was all going to be
an act and how you weren’t supposed to help me and all. And I know I’m
not moving much… BUT I CAN’T DAMMIT! And he’s got his fucking one-eyed
snake staring me straight in the face. And it’s swollen purple and
bloated and the veins are all erupting. This time it’ll happen. He’s
going to make into a cock sucking fag right here on the stage in front
of all you people and you think it’s an act! That I’m really
cooperating. That I want to do this. LOOK! It will really happen. And
I’ll have to take the gunk in my mouth… all over my tongue and if …
if he shoves it down my throat… I’ll swallow or .. or strangle.

Please somebody… anybody… oh… it’s closer… he’s teasing with me.
There’s lipstick on the thing. My lipstick. I can see it.. no.. now it’s
too close to see… I.. I…

Uh… uh…. Oh… shi…..

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