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Today, boy and girls, I will teach you about shrimping, the process of sucking from a straw.

To save the protagonist from embarassment, I can't reveal his name. Let's just call him Indigo.

It was late evening. The sun hung low in the sky, a dim pink saturating against the dark blue backdrop of horizon. The evening breeze blew warm gentle against Indigo's face, rustling his hair and the leaves of the trees, swaying the branches, and rippling across the surface of the lake. An early owl cooed in the distance.

Indigo was walking through the park when he came upon a manlet sitting on the bench. The manlet stared at Indigo as if he was waiting just for him.

Immediately, Indigo knew the man was the Enforcer.

"So you've come for me at last," said Indigo.

"Yes, yes," nodded the man. "You haven't been submitting lately. Is it because of all the downvotes? Is that far worse than an alternative you're about to face?"

Indigo smirked. He was a 6 feet 4 inches tall alpha male, and the man was a manlet, barely 5 feet. "What are you going to do me? Run between my legs?" He asked with sarcasm in his tone.

With a movement of superhuman agility and strength, the Enforcer grabbed Indigo's wrist, stepped into him, and threw him facedown onto the ground. A knife flashed out from the Enforcer's hand and slashed across Indigo's neck, who found himself gurgling drool and saliva, gasping for breath.

The Enforcer began pulling Indigo's pants and boxer off him, revealing a pale, plump ass, as Indigo lay convulsing with his tongue hanging out, blood gushing from the cut.

The Enforcer began his anal assault, penetrating deeply into a convulsing Indigo. He pumped and slammed him, violently, grunting as Indigo gagged. And then he released, exploding his inner liquid fire into Indigo. He whispered into Indigo's ear. "It's not over yet. There is still dessert, my sweet." The Enforcer pulled out a straw, and stuck it into Indigo's ass and began slurping up his own semen. "Oooh! That's righteous!"

Just then, Indigo let out an uncontrolled fart. Except it wasn't a fart. A thick, gooey dark brown fudge oozed its way up the straw, sucked into the Enforcer's throat.

The Enforcer was almost choked by the surprise, which forced him to run off, leaving Indigo for dead, but Indigo survived, collected himself, mustering his senses together to apply pressure to stop the bleeding, the wound to his asspride far greater than the wound to his neck. Motivation is a strange fickle creature, at times, incomprehensible, full of mystery and awe, and can be inspired from the most unusual of sources. The event would burn in Indigo; he would relive it over and over; and if possible, use it to traumatize and violate the minds of others. But the most important lesson he learned of all: don't make fun of a midget.

Epilogue:

Later at the hospitsal, the doctor asked the Enforcer: "We think it's a possible throat infection. Can you tell us what you ate recently?"