Fighting to cope with how out of control every element of his life was, Simon began to become increasingly desperate to control something, ANYTHING in his life. He eventually realized that the only thing he could actually control was whether or not there was a fist in his asshole at any given moment. He came to the conclusion that having no fist in his asshole was far too passive to be viewed as control, and thus starting fisting his own anal cavity violently. In order to further exercise control over the situation, he varied the quantity of spit he used as lube during any given session. Eventually deciding that dry and exceedingly uncomfortable was the ultimate control.
Simply fisting his ass was never enough though, and he began experimenting with all kinds of different anal insertions, including but not limited to; gerbils, hamsters, brooms, mops, potatoes, bottles of hotsauce and ketchup, the sunday paper, rolls of coins, scale models of famous structures and landmarks, compact discs and dvds, honda civics, football teams, ice skates, basketballs, the harlem globe trotters and black guys.
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Master Ba'iter
The Caulkmaster Legacy
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