Thread: Continue The Story

"you can take a shit there too for a price, that's as long as you're not German, the girls don't go for that scat show the Bosch are so fond of " he spoke in perfect English which both surprised and gladdened

trying to take his mind off the impending disembowelment he listened to his online ear radio where he heard Saturday nights lotto draw , as Alan Dedicote shrieked its time to release those big m,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh h!!!! fucks sake quick I,m about to

"lose control, I cant hold out much longer, please hurry Mr Somchai" the tuk tuk driver looked at our hero squirming in the back of his three wheeler and immediately knew that he was struggling to hold back the

torrent of vile, atrophying liquid. Somchai stepped on it...its possible a tuk tuk had never moved so fast ever before. Soon the lights of their destination were in sight

"Almost there thir" he shouted back to our hero, who was by now on the floor of the tuk tuk clenching every muscule in his body, grinding his teeth and preying to every God and Deity that he could think of to show him mercy in his hour of need, he even promised to change his western ways in the hope of influencing

Allah. Desperate times indeed. The tuk tuk screeched to a halt, our hero, constipated by a bollard, scurried and struggled to the clubs entrance. "Please can I come in?" he whimpered. The huge muscled bouncer, took a look at our pathetic mainstay...

"Please to come in please" replied the bouncer in a high pitch tone reminiscent of the tone that's adopted by so many lady boy's. He pulled back the curtain ushering him into the dimly lit musty smelling club,,,

A sight greeted him unlike anything he could've ever imagined, too grotesque, too horrifying, too sordid to be anywhere but Pattaya. Obese men sat around in diapers being spoon fed by leather clad dominatrix, others were inserting objects into every orifice imaginable of their seemingly willing victims, there was enough leather and pvc to make a size-able dirigible, rivaling a zeppelin. It truly was hell on earth.

At least no one will notice me or think I'm odd, he thought, as he hurried for the toilet...

As he was nearing his goal he was suddenly grasped by the shoulder, he looked up is anguished surprise, it was his old mate

Algernon, an ex-public school, ex-army drinking buddy of his. He was astonished to see Algernon here and even more astonished to see what he was doing..

with a chain around his neck and a dwarf bar girl leading him about as though he were a puppy. He had no time for pleasantries now

the needs of his distended, voluminous bowel took precedence over all other considerations. I blame the public school education he had, he thought as he lurched ever onwards towards his goal.

Only to be accosted by a bar girl in a gimp mask trying to get him to buy her a lady drink, our hero lost it at this point, "just fvk off will you please, cant you see I'm bursting here"

He wasn't prepared to find out, he called for assistance and several ladies came over. He hung onto the bathroom doorframe, bracing himself for the coming trauma. He told the gaggle of ladies, "heave with all your might"...and they did...

they heaved and heaved, pulled and pulled but nothing was happening, our hero new that he needed to offer more in the way of a financial inducement

So he yelled...

I'll pay bar and take long the person who gets this bollard unplugged"

They redoubled their efforts, spurred on by this generous offer...

each one scrambling over the other in their attempts to unplug our hero and win the generous prize, but soon our hero's plan backfired as the girls in their overzealous attempts to win started fighting amongst themselves

thinking on the spot he texted to Sawnoi a 20 something old at her Mums som tum stall ,, Sawnoi baby can you knock me up an extra ped som tum please ? Sawnoi allways wanting to oblige speed along soi 69 on her Krung Thai bank owned Honda wave ,, he tipped the lot down his neck waiting for the impending nuclear

but nothing happened..narry a stir, only a feint rumbleing gurgling sound, that seemed to promise a releiveing purge of 2 weeks build up, but all that erupted was a slight litlle burp no louder than a babies fart, and still the feeling of impending doom in the lower sphincter, so it was time to do what he fretted all along, he

ordered a bottle of lao khao...with red bull mixers....and a double espresso, just because he was a little tired.

But sadly the red bull wasn't enough to keep him from passing out from the exhaustion of holding back the vile concoction brewing in the mash tun that was his inners

So one of the whores got her crack pipe out and stuffed it full of yaabaa...lit the thing and shoved it roughly in his mouth, giving him a massive blow back...

which he had never had before and as it goes, he didn't much care for either.
Alas the crack hit had the opposite affect to what the whore intended and he sank into a state of unconsciousness