My ex kicks me out of her moving car.  Asphalt bites into my shoulders and ribs—OW, FUCK, MOTHER OF SHIT—before I come to a stop in the ratty-ass weeds.  It takes me an hour of wriggling and squirming, but I finally worm free of the ties around my wrists. 

Fuck, that hurt.  I stand up and look around.  This place is teeming with life, but not in a good way.  Any second now, some giant lizard or fist-sized bug is gonna jump out of the bush and—

“Well look what we have here.”  A pot-bellied militia-guy emerges from the brush.  He’s kitted out in high-end armor, tacti-cool pouches, and a rifle that’s tripled in natural weight, due to all the scopes, lasers, and the chainsaw-bayonet hanging off its end. 

I take a shot in the dark.  “Zeke?”

“HOW’D YEW KNOW?”  His rifle snaps up.

“Whoa!”  I thrust my hands in the air.  “Lucky guess, man!”

Three of his friends emerge from the treeline.  One of them says, “Got dibs on the mouth.”

“Yew might be a Chinese spy.”  Zeke’s eyes narrow in suspicion. 

“Korean-American, actually.  My parents—”

“WHUTEVER!” he roars.  “YEW CAN STILL BE A SPY!”

I shrug in defeat.  “That’s true, but—”

“Only one way to tell.”  He jerks his chin at my crotch.  “Gotta see if yer circumcised.  Now lemme see that sexy Chinese penis.”

My brow furrows in concern.  “Yeah, that’s not a thing.  You’re probably thinking about—”

“LEMME SEE IT!”

Shit.  These guys are straight out of a Tarantino horror flick.  No options left.  So I open my eReader to a Kent Wayne novel, activating its mind-bending reality distortion powers.  Magic flash.

One of the hillbillies yells, “The FUCK—” before a sickening crack rings through the air, and he drops to the ground with his head canted back at an impossible angle.  Full-auto fire chatters and blazes, targeting Chuck Norris as he darts away from his broken-necked prey, accelerates into a circular sprint, and—

“EEEEHHHH-HOOOOO!!!” 

—roundhouse kicks one of them so fucking hard that his skull rockets clean off his neck, and pinball-ricochets off five different trees.  His buddy screams, “HOLY FUCK!” and ejects his mag.  Before he can click a new one in, Chuck runs up to him and punts him in the crotch.  Blood jets out the hillbilly’s ears, his eyes go red with burst vessels, and his gory nuts shoot out from his mouth.

Chuck points at the hillbilly leader.  “That is MY sexy Chinese penis!”

I clear my throat.  “Korean-American, actually—”

He swivels in my direction and snaps, “Quit messin’ with my damn intellectual!”  He turns around to address the hillbilly leader, who’s raising his trembling hands and trying not to cry.  “Now.  Me n’ Kent are gonna strip nekkid and stare at ourselves in the mirror while we get our pump on with some extra grunty bicep curls.  Right, Kent?  Right?!?  KENT!  OH, COME ON—YOU GODDAMN COMMUNIST PUSSY!”

I’m already running away.  Fuck that shit. 

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Wait—what?  Men are spontaneously dropping dead?  Wait—WHAT?  I’m the last one alive?  Hold on—ZZRP—I just got teleported into a stadium-full of women, and they’re swarming me like fast-zombies from World War Z, leaping through the air with their mouths fully open, in an attempt to encompass my girthy upcurve?  ARE YOU KIDDING ME???

THANK YOU, GOD!!!

48 HOURS LATER…

Murrgh…need electrolytes…brain function…dropping…

Grammar Nazi Prime folds his hands behind his back, striding beside me and dipping his chin.  “Well.  What have we here.  The great author and award-winning Man Whore, rendered helpless by nonstop ejaculation.”

Urg.  Rog.  No think good.  Me look like zombie.  I once run and jump, eat Cheeto and dorito.  Now I lay down.  No eat.  No chew.  Too tired. 

“HA!”  He throw head back.  Laugh loud.  “I can’t believe I didn’t think of it earlier!  Bought down by your greatest strength—your juicy veiny thick-ass upcurve!”

(Hm.  Seem like more description than necessary).

“Anyways,” he continue.  “Look at it now!”  He gesture with hand.

I look down at wiener.  Now look like burnt hamster tail.  No.  NO.  How could eighth wonder of world turn into blackened tiny nub???  Must do something.  Must act NOW.

I open eReader to Kent Wayne novel, activating special reality-bending power.  Magic flash. 

“God DAMMIT!”  Grammar Nazi Prime takes off running. 

My wiener expands a dozen yards, sweeping him off his feet and entangling his ankles. 

“No!”  He tries clawing the floor, but to no avail—I slowly but steadily drag him back toward me.  “PLEASE!”  Tears line his cheeks as he yanks on his legs, desperately trying to free them from my brutish womb-hammer. 

It shoots up his body, breaking joints and drawing screams as it wraps tightly around his knees and hips, his spine and arms.  As a uniquely phallic coup de grace, it shloops tightly over his dome, enveloping his head in its smeg-ridden folds. 

“AHGODNO!”  As smoke erupts from the hellish peen-helmet, a high-pitched shriek erupts from within.  “EEEEEEEEEEEEE—”  A second later, it abruptly cuts off.  My wiener retracts, revealing Grammar Nazi Prime’s flesh-stripped skull, smoking and ridden with slow-crawling embers. 

I hiss awkwardly through my clenched teeth.  Yeah he was a douche, but…

Nope!  That’s what you get for trynna turn my love of vajeen into a goddamn deathtrap!  Kent Wayne wins again!  HEH heh heh!

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“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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“We found it,” Darth Maul hisses.  “Your little black client book—it’s FUCKING FILTHY!”  Darth Maul extends a hand, freezing me in place with his Dark Side energy. 

“HRRGH.”  I try and fight it, but there’s nothing there for me to grab.  Headrush-sparkles dance through my vision—pretty soon, it’s gonna start closing in at the edges.

“MY MOTHER!”  Darth Vader busts through a wall and levels his lightsaber at my face.  “YOU GAPED HER OUT LIKE A THANKSGIVING TURKEY!’

“What…did…you…expect.”  My eyes tick over to him.  “I’m…an…award-winning…Man Whore.”

“Not for long,” Maul rasps.  “In less than a minute, you’ll be a lifeless piece of—”

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

“I’ve gained access to power…that dwarfs your ridiculous kid-party parlor tricks.”  I extend a hand toward Maul, mirroring his finger-curled gesture.

“Have you?”  He chuckles sardonically and tightens his Force-choke.  “I assure you that—”

I flex my will and tense my fingers, causing him to double at the waist and clutch his belly.

“OH DEAR JESUS!”  Even though he’s got a robot butt, my poop-yourself-powers don’t have limits—motor oil, organs, and foul-smelling liquids erupt out his backend.  “AH-GOD-PLEASE!”  Tears leak down his red-and-black cheeks.  “MERCY—I BEG OF YOU!”

I swivel left, pointing my curl-fingered hand at Darth Vader’s helmet.  He deactivates his saber, raises his hands, and quavers, “Whoa—hey now.  I was kidding around, you know?”  He shakes with a nervous, don’t-hurt-me giggle.  “Um…my mom’s hot, everyone knows that.  I don’t blame you for—”

I flex my will and rasp, “You’re making this weird.”

“AAAHHHHH!!!”  He clutches his gut as hamsters, beer bottles, and half-digested food shoot out his dirt-star. 

“What’s going on here?!?”  Leia comes stomping in.  Her face lights up as she lasers in on me.  “My favorite Man Whore!”

I glance down at my upcurve, then shoot her a weighted, wink-wink look.  “It’s here if you want it.”

She wipes drool off her mouth with the back of her wrist.  “Hot damn!  The Widener cometh!”  (Everyone’s got a nickname for it).

As she slips a hand into the crook of my elbow, Vader reaches out with a trembling arm.  “Fuck…no…NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!”

Music to my ears!  HEH heh heh!

Kent Wayne wins again!

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Goddamn…why am I staring down at my face?  No, don’t tell me…

“HE’S DEAD!!!”  A horde of milfs crowd my body, obstructing it from my aerial perspective.  “This award-winning Man Whore deserves to be in a museum!”  They all burst out in murmurs of assent.  “We only have so much ice, which means we can’t preserve everything.  Quick—we need to decide what takes priority!  What’s the best part?  His abs?  That delicious muscle that goes from his neck to his shoulder, the one that chicks like to mark with a bite?  What about his clit-hammer?”

“His what?”

“You know—his pendulous sack.  It adds extra sensation by slapping your button when he’s hitting it from the back in spider-monkey doggy style.”

“No, you fools!” one of them screams.  “It’s his girthy, vajeen-widening upcurved DICK!”

Her buddy looks around in unhinged panic.  “Who would do this?  What kind of sadist—”

Brad Pitt walks out from the shadows, bowing his head and clapping in mock appreciation.  “Bravo, gents.  Bra.  Fucking.  Vo.”  He’s trailed by he-whores from all generations:  Hemsworth, Chalamet, Jackman, and dozens of others follow in his wake. 

“This FUCKHOLE—”  Brad Pitt thrusts a finger at my unresponsive face.  “—overshadowed us all!  None of us can compete with the angle on his wiener!  It’s like a goddamn g-spot-seeking crotch missile!”

“You killed him.”  The lead milf’s shock and horror slowly transforms into steely-edged wrath.  “You killed him.”  The rest of the milfs rise up behind her, heads bowed in Fuck-You rage. 

Pitt looks back at his sub-par whores, laughs, and shoots her a wicked, school-bully grin.  “Yeah?  What are you gonna do about it?”

“RUAHHHHH!!!”  A tide of milfs boil toward him, hands raised into scrotum-tearing claws. 

Fuck.  FUCK.  I can’t let my clients fight them alone.  So I reach deep into my psychospiritual essence, and open my mental eReader to a Kent Wayne novel, activating its mind-bending reality distortion powers.  Magic flash. 

I’m back in my body, and conveniently enough, my womb-hammer just switched into full-on Destruction Mode.  As it rears back and eclipses the moon, it unleashes a howl of bone-quaking fury, blurring the air with ripples of force. 

Chris Evans drops to his knees, holding his hands over his ears.  “No…STOP…”  Blood leaks past his white-knuckled hands.  He’s closest to my wiener, so he’s getting the brunt of its sonic assault. He straightens up and screams in pain—AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!—before his over-pressured eyes burst from their sockets, and his head explodes into a gory red fountain. 

The other he-whores turn and run.  Chalamet makes it a dozen yards before my shaft comes down in a thunderous arc, mashing him into the unforgiving dirt.  As my wiener raises back up, I can see Chalamet sticking to its veiny underside.  I barely recognize him.  His features were deformed by the horrendous impact, his bones and organs have been crushed and pureed. 

He manages to murmur, “Kiilll meeee…” through his mangled lips before my unrelenting wiener descends again, smashing the lower half of Hemsworth’s body, and causing everything in his torso to squirt out through his mouth.  The other he-whores don’t fare better—they all die horrific deaths, courtesy of my unstoppable, death-crazed phallus. 

In a macabre twist, my clients all burst into raucous cheers.  It’s pretty weird, considering we’re surrounded by an army of corpses…

Oh well.  That’s what you get, you sub -par he-whores, for depriving them of an award-winning upcurve!

 Kent Wayne wins again!  HEH heh heh!

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