Donkey-punch

The donkey-punch was also a bit of a stretch. It was more of a playful slap, but I needed you to see the humiliation in full bleeding color. The bruises were real, but I had to give them to myself. I had to make the outside of me match the inside of me.

So I was at a frat party, we were all circle jerkin' when another frat-brother and I got real horny. We went up to my room and he started cornholing me. I was about to come so he donkey-punches me. I shit all over myself and him

MOOJ: It's not about these rusty trombone, and dirty sanchez. It's not about rainbow showers and camel-toe slide, and your Cincinnati bowtie, your Arabian goggles or the hot carl and pearl necklace, or pussy juice cocktails, and the jagged-head dildos, and the double-decker pussies. / ANDY: (scared) OK. I, y'know, double pussies and-- / MOOJ: Shit stained balls, and cum swapping, and the hanging brain, it's not about the rattlesnake wiggle, and the alligator fuck house, donkey-punching, the tea-bagging-- / ANDY: Mooj, just please stop.

She looked up at me, dazed, as if someone had just donkey-punched her in the back of the head. She grabbed the waistband of my boxers to steady herself. At this point I was confused. Should I help her up or dick-slap her in the face?

Are you afraid I might get donkey-punched, Uncle Eddy?

If I'm going to beat this donkey-punching fuckwad, it will have to be on his terms, and that means sugar coating to the point of inducing diabetes.

He told tales of gangs of young British men hired as crew then left to run riot on luxury yachts and also of a stag do he'd attended where competitive tales of sexual excess culminated in one man bragging about donkey-punching a girl a sadistic act performed by a man to heighten his own pleasures.