The Garden of Meat Truncheons [OBJ]

[Norion]

In a world where most men had tiny asian-wieners, there were a select few who had cataclysmic-sized baby makers. These men had wangs akin to cannons, but instead of blowing cannon balls they blew nuts instead. Yes, there were a few men out there with wieners that would make even a walrus bow down in submission. These men were a part of a secret league of extraordinary men. They were part of the Meat Truncheon Society.

Only members of the MTS were allowed entrance into the Garden of Meat Truncheons. It was here that Magashi decided to smoke a phat bowl. As he started to pack that dank shit, he realized something he had never really considered before. Magashi had one of the biggest dicks in all of China... quite an honor, to be honest. Most women were afraid to have sex with him, because they feared impalement from his massive spear. Magashi likes to call it his spear, because spears were logn and hard, just like his penis.

He was a sexual tiger that fed on vagina with wonderful sex moves that he learned in China.

That being said...

"Dude... this shit is fire."

[Shen Pei (Tuvlan)]

Let Sleeping Truncheons Lie

"Dude... this shit is fire."

"...And fire burns shit. Thus it is created a beautiful cycle of shit-fire," came a voice suddenly with amazed wonderment as though his own thoughts were the fellows.

"WHAT AN ASTUTE OBSERVATION, INDEED!"

Thus entered Shen Pei, his right hand at his chin (stroking) and his left hand at his crotch (stroking). For truly it had been a long time since Shen Zhengnan had walked amongst his rare brethren. Much to the chagrin of Chin Xiao, he had to leave his second unaware and in a far different location. For the words of men of TRUE TRUNCHEON were too much for the smaller echo clans.

Yes, Shen walked with a rather strange confidence about him as he approached the carefully set fire centerpiece. Sitting closeby was a fellow with one of the dankest pieces of shit that Shen had seen. Far more danker then the fecal matter of two thousand of his soldiers. And to that, Shen Pei nodded, no, recognized an equal. A rival. A comrade.

His lengths grew hard from beneath the folds of his robes, rivaling that of an elephant's trunk. Tree trunk.

...He suddenly had the urge to launch things at high velocities. Regret was the only thing to beget him upon realizing the trebuchet that was not there to accompany him. A story for another time.

Throwing a dead baby into the fire, Shen stoked the fire with a rod that was far inferior to his own shaft in length. Thus, his right hand began to burn, but through a small quart of sweat, the proud member persevered 'til the fire fodder was properly burning. Rather, his curiosities returned, making Shen focus on the fellow to his side.

"...Are you dank, sir?" Shen Pei inquired slyly with a curious, energetically tilted tip of his head.

The semen culminating in the many layers of cloth and robe of his left leg.

[Norion]

"The way you stroke... I like that."

It wasn't every day that Magashi was in the presence of someone whose spear was of similar size and make to that of his own. As his new compadre nodded, Magashi knew this well-endowed warrior of sex recognized the magnitude of Magashi's dank shit. Magashi's dank shit was described as being hand-picked by God from the Garden of Eden, and then hand-delivered by a fucking leprochaun riding on the back of a pig. And when Kim Kardashian wasn't fast enough, the leprochaun would use an actual pig.

"Am I dank, you ask? Is the grass beneath our feet green? Is the sky blue? Are boobs good? Does vagina run in fear when in the presence of our massive penile trebuchets of sex? I am assuming you are a fellow member of the Meat Truncheon Society... no other men know how to properly hurl small, decaying babies into a fire with such ease."

Magashi took another hard hit from his dank shit, only to realize he had not been packing the ganja into his pipe; he had actually been packing shit, dank SHIT into his pipe. It was suprisingly tantalizing.

"I think introductions are in order."

Magashi stood slowly, making sure he kept his lefthand in his pocket to cover up his massive erection, which was threatening to rip a hole through his robes.

"My name is Magashi. But you can call me..."

Magashi then tucked his right leg upwards towards his crotchal region, and brought his arms backwards like a bird of sex.

"DESERT FLAMINGO."[/SIZE]

[Shen Pei (Tuvlan)]

As Eloquent As A---

All Shen could do was smile appreciatively as the veins in his phallus coursed with renewed energy. For it was not a talent of overnight success, but of many years of many strokes 'til perfection could be found to the very tip. All the while, one of the few other members, as plain to see, was making use of himself by making more fuel for the fire.

It was then that Shen's compatriot struck him. No, not with words, not with blade, nor semen, but poetry. Pure, simple poetry of the natural blessings of their life that graced all echelons in the vicinity. Profound truth hardened in Shen Pei and in turn made him hard. "...Beautiful," he moaned between gasps.

"I think introductions are in order," his comrade concluded, to Shen Pei's silent delight. "Indeed," the fellow agreed with utmost cordiality! Releasing his hands from their seemingly eternal strokes, he held his hands in respectful acknowledgment, cupping his hands as he bowed his head at the gentlemen.

"My name is Magashi. But you can call me..."

"DESERT FLAMINGO."

...

...Powerful. There was indeed true magic to the name. Desert, as in one who is dry, vast, seemingly simple, but in truth a person of many contours and hidden secrets beneath his vastness. A flamingo signifying the skill of doing things with the power of one extra leg, the pink flourish of the animal representing the life, the blood of the skillful member that knew when and how to tread water and when to dive into a rough cave and rub it smooth. For a moment, all that could be heard from Shen was his silent breaths, ushering in the feeling of his comrade. For this man understood. This man carried the weight that they all carried.

Between their legs.

Cumming a little closer, Shen Pei nearly slipped on his own seed, as he held his hands a little higher, before gently lowering his hands down in a swan-like mannerism, placing the smoothness of his movements carefully to hide the unspoken of rooster that was before him.

"I am known amongst my peers as Shen Pei, but amongst comrades..."

"...Volcano Sealer."

Petting his personal compatriot carefully in an appreciating matter before turning his head to Desert Flamingo, Shen Pei stood resolutely with a brimming confidence. Bending down for a moment, Shen looked up, more rather to examine the package of the seller's contents with a more appraising eye while making his hands busy on the ground with a small, six foot branch and a discarded piece of fire fuel.

"What has called you, Desert Flamingo, back to the 'centre' at such a moment of coincidence?" he said between grunts. "I have not had this... pleasure before," he grunted with sweat lining the back of his neck before popping in the first foot of the branch into the baby's scrotum.

[Norion]

Volcano Sealer... it was more magical that the illegitimate love-child of Fergie and Optimus Prime. Volcano, something that exploded with fiery passion, and sealer... something that sealed. Volcano Sealer obviously liked fucking people in the butt while they had a severe case of diarrhea, to save them the agony of shitting their brains out. Magashi had to fight the tears.

It was then that Volcano Sealer struck a pose. Volcano Sealer bent down, and looked up quick at Magashi. The Desert Flamingo quickly understood the nature of Volcano Sealer's bend-and-snap pose; He was simulating how he sealed small children's volcanos. It was poetic... like Robert Frost, only not gay.

"Well, I was really just looking to butt-fuck some fine-ass hoes, but meeting a fellow member of the Meat Truncheon Society is much more... fulfilling."

Magashi could feel the throbbing in his brain, as well as the brain in his head.

"The honor is mine... and by that I mean my spunk cannon is about to fire."

[Shen Pei (Tuvlan)]

ONE LINER: GO

Wordlessly acknowledging the insinuations of Desert Flamingo, the apparent Volcano Sealer promptly removed the crotch-covering robes, hardened his baby-torpedo with the power of his mind, and quickly began humping in a thrust-like manner at Desert Flamingo's face.

[Norion]

"I'm feeling mixed emotions right now... part of me is getting turned on while the other part is falling in love with you."

Magashi decided that he would keep his penile-armor on, but also began to thrust-hump in the Volcano Sealer's direction. Magashi closed his eyes, and pictured only one thing. Only one image that properly erected his admiration for the Volcano Sealer, as well as his wiener.



The Down-Syndrome Tiger. Magashi's first lover.

[Shen Pei (Tuvlan)]

OOC: Alright... going to sneak in some... bad... humor in. I'll delete on request the... obvious, if called out on it.

AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY UNRELATED

Covering his cock Sheathing his blade properly, Shen Pei began to play with himself laugh violently at the charade of dick measuring bravado Desert Flamingo and himself had put on for each other. Truly, he had found an incestuously related kindred spirit in this fellow.

"With people only such as us capable of wielding such weaponry with several big blue veins going down them as they pulsate violently with our blood, screaming for each other's Man-Love dangerous as this, it is a wonder that such SEXUALLY dangerous people such as you and I are allowed to gather in such multitude FOR THE LARGEST ORGIES IN ALL OF CHINA. EVER."

Snickering a little more quietly as he came a little, Shen Pei stroked his cock beard quietly, his teeth glinting with the flesh of a thousand dead babies curiosity.

"It is surprising that they let us all congregate together so easily without mouth gags."

Finally stifling the small dead child's laughter to his throat, Shen Pei tilted his head, with some actual substantial curiosity at hand.

"If I may, my GAY-MAN-LOVER Desert Flamingo Magashi... where dost thou hail from?"

[Norion]

"I fucked your mom last night Cheng Du, you fairy little faggot Volcano Sealer. Might I, in return, stick my tongue in your anus while it bleeds ask where you hail from, my newly acquired sex slave friend?"

Magashi slowly stroked his bleeding, pulsating anus nose, eyeing Shen Pei like a pedophil looking at Shirley Temple with curiosity. He had never met someone so sexually satisfying, horny, and kind-hearted as the Volcano Sealer.

Magashi put his hands down the throat of a small kitten behind his head, masturbating stretching in the process.