“What the fuck?”  My soccer mom clients are seated on either side of me.  Someone abducted us, assembled us in an otherwise empty theater, and tied us to rows of front-facing chairs.

“Did you do this?”  I shoot a glance at a soccer mom.  “Why?”  I strain against my ropes. 

“Don’t be an idiot, Kent,” the nearest one hisses.  “To enjoy your Man Whore services, we require the full use of your athletic musculature.  Your girthy upcurve can work by itself, but experiencing it solo would miss the forest for the tr—”

“SILENCE!”  Grammar Nazi Prime strides onto the stage, hands folded behind his back.  “YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELVES!” 

“For WHAT?” A soccer mom yells.  “I don’t even—”

“NO ONE WILL FUCK ME!”  He drops to his knees and clutches the air.  “AAAARRRGGHHH!!!”  He pops back up and points at my face.  “And YOU!  You’re getting PAID FOR IT!”

Receding hairline, nonexistent jawline, clear deprivation of vitamin D, resulting in lackluster muscle tone and skinny-fat dadbod…

“No way,” I whisper.  “The ultimate incel.”

“THAT’S RIGHT!”  He drops his pants, revealing a wiener that would make a freezing wet hamster point and laugh.  “YOU THINK ANYONE’S GONNA PUT THEIR MOUTH ON A FLESHY LITTLE THIMBLE?  ONE THAT RESEMBLES A DEFORMED MOLE RAT BABY?  THINK A-FUCKING-GAIN!”

The Soccer Moms immediately start barfing and wailing.  Tears of blood leak down their cheeks, triggered by the Cthulu-rivaling horror between his legs.  One of them bursts into an ugly-crying sob-rant, going in depth about her wish for a handy wakizashi, so she can engage in a bout of ritualized seppuku. 

My body starts rebelling—blood leaks out my organs and brims from my lips.  Pretty soon, we’re all gonna look like the crew in Event Horizon, when they teleported into a soul-killing hellscape. 

Fuck that.  No options left.  So I worm an arm free, reach in my pocket, and open my eReader to a Kent Wayne novel, activating its mind-bending reality distortion powers.  Magic flash. 

My wiener rips through the center of my pants, expanding into a Godzilla-sized column of veiny flesh.  As its shadow eclipses Grammar Nazi Prime, he whispers, “Mother of G—”

That’s all he gets out before it comes rocketing down, enveloping his head with the remains of my foreskin.  SHLOOP.  It’s like someone ambushed him with an old-school diving helmet, only this one’s made of stank-ass dickskin. 

“AHGODNO!”  He wrestles with the folds of my dick, trying like hell to pull it off his mug.  As smegma begins to secrete from the wrinkles, my nemesis erupts with a high-pitched scream:  “EEEEEEEEE—”  Then it cuts off and he sags to his knees. 

While all that was happening, the Soccer Moms managed to wriggle free of their restraints.  Now they’re charging the stage, swamping the corpse of my age-old nemesis.  Kicks and punches rain down on his body, giving him the extra Fuck-You he so richly deserves.

Welp, that’s what you get for messing with a Man Whore’s milf clientele!  HEH heh heh!

Kent Wayne wins again!

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