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Foreword

Per request!

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After crimes of shelving “Coyote vs Acme,” and brutally raping Jason Demarco in an alleyway — — David Zaslav is forced to serve 16 years in a state penitentiary.
 

With parole and good behavior and yadda yadda.

Let’s see how this goes for the Zas man!

_____________________________

Chapter 1: Marking Territory 

 

David Zaslav immediately gave the guards a tough time.

He bit the ear of one guard and kept ordering another to taser his 64 year old tiny dick.

As a result, he spent awhile in the hole before he could mingle with the other inmates.

 

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When the time finally came, it was eating time.

 

Zazzie would look across to everyone and be certain he had to take care of business his own way.

 

Zaslav walked up to the young, scrawniest fresh white boy meat.

David met 26 year old Johnson. A young lad who was dishonorably discharged, among other things.

Zaslav put a shiv to Johnson’s neck, whilst undoing himself and rubbing his bluish, insignificant package up and down against the fella’s face.


You like this.” Zaslav ordered.

Yes, sir. I love having your own tasty balls on my head.” Johnson replied sweetly.

*This reminded the former WBD executive precisely what he had waiting at home. Albeit much older and chubbier.*

 

This is when Zaslav stabbed Johnson in the throat with his shiv, and smashed his own lunch tray against the guy’s face.

 

Four guards rushed in to pummel Zas. Only one guard was sexually fondled in a fit of anger.

I AIN’T NOBODY’S BITCH,” Zaslav yelled out to his block while being taken away.

 


While most inmates were impressed, the two baddest, toughest brothers of the set were only annoyed with who was running in on their turf.

 

Their names? Montese and Maurice.

The two brothers planned payback in the showers.

 

_____________________________

Chapter 2: I Like Your Scars, Pretty Boy

 

It was cleaning time for these cell mates.


Zaslav thought the shower would be nice opportune time to wash away the remaining crustaceans in his ass that Demarco failed to lick up gracefully.


David got to his own spot while Montese, Maurice and their posse were all admiring and lurking amongst the shadows.



Zaslav soon knew he was in danger.

Then the soap dropped.

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This is where the heavy metal kicks in...

 

 

^^ This blared out as Zazzie Dav was gearing for a feast.

 

While still having his back turned, Zaslav quickly shat a tiny turd right in front of the buff sailor ready to rob his innocence.

Zas picked up his soggy little poo, took a small bite and then tossed it at the assailant’s chin.

He then dashed and knocked the guy out cold with his bare fists.

 

The next guy came in for the kill.

Zaslav pranced over and ducked down. He playfully slapped around the inmate’s cock before ultimately punching ‘em in the dick.

As the guy crouched down in pain, Zas began head-butting the ruffian with his own genitals until he had enough.

 

Montese called off the others. “This one’s mine,” Montese softly exclaimed.

 

AYO, DUDE! SAY THIS SHIT WITH YO CHEST OUT!” Montese delivered in an utter war cry. The Zas man simply smiled.


It was no use for the 6’6 325lbs yard bully.

With a prompt punishing serve, Zas smacked Montese around like a sock ‘em up robot.


Zaslav bit the man’s cock clean off. Montese screamed in agony.

Zaslav took the blood-spewing nudge and inserted it into his ass so he could catch a virus.


Montese was dead soon after.

 

_____________________________

Chapter 3: Solvente

 

In seconds, Maurice underwent immediate shock that turned to grief, anguish, and finally; acceptance.

Maurice was fucking pissed.

 

Naked Zas took some time to show-boat before being struck right in the face with drywall.


Maurice twisted Zaslav’s exposed and gynecomastious nipples. He did this while bashing his very junk against his junk in violent volatile force.

 

Zazzie took some heavy blows and uppercuts until one punch was enough, and he was left on his hands and knees.


Rather than killing the man who had just sleighed his own brother... no. That was too easy.

Instead, Maurice sought to give shortie Zaslav a veiny ass fucking against his very will. One of which he would never forget...

 


Zaslav tried to fight back, but it was too late.

He felt the hard, throbbing shaft of Maurice forcibly pierce and tear apart his own Hershey highway.

 

^^ This played while Zaslav cried upon each and every passionate thrust done by Maurice.

 

And then... the tears became that of complaisant laughter.

 

Hmm?” Maurice moaned with distraction.

The laughter became louder and louder, as Zaslav clenched his bionic cheeks and snapped Maurice’s penis clear in half while still inside of him.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

 


While poor Maurice bowed in torturous exertion, Zaslav had his buttcheeks spread apart and farted the very blood + penile fluids of both Maurice and the belated Montese; right onto Maurice’s face.

 

Maurice jerked back, blinded.
 

Zaslav delivered a left hook before beating Maurice to death. Bashing his head and face against the shower head and prison shower wall.

 

The triumphant end of Maurice & Montese.

_____________________________

Epilogue

 

Zaslav ultimately got out of prison on good behavior. But at what cost?


He had the virus of his enemy, which he was unspeakingly delivering to his lover every night. Plus, he had minutes of forced servitude from the late, great Maurice.

Zas man could hardly live with himself.

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Somethin’ wrong, babe?” Demarco asked.

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“No, my fat little mooshie booshie.” Zaslav retorted. “Everything is fine.”

 


David later blew his lid off with a shotgun.

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8 hours ago, [classic swim] said:

Foreword

Per request!

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— — — — — — — — — —

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After crimes of shelving “Coyote vs Acme,” and brutally raping Jason Demarco in an alleyway — — David Zaslav is forced to serve 16 years in a state penitentiary.
 

With parole and good behavior and yadda yadda.

Let’s see how this goes for the Zas man!

_____________________________

Chapter 1: Marking Territory 

 

David Zaslav immediately gave the guards a tough time.

He bit the ear of one guard and kept ordering another to taser his 64 year old tiny dick.

As a result, he spent awhile in the hole before he could mingle with the other inmates.

 

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When the time finally came, it was eating time.

 

Zazzie would look across to everyone and be certain he had to take care of business his own way.

 

Zaslav walked up to the young, scrawniest fresh white boy meat.

David met 26 year old Johnson. A young lad who was dishonorably discharged, among other things.

Zaslav put a shiv to Johnson’s neck, whilst undoing himself and rubbing his bluish, insignificant package up and down against the fella’s face.


You like this.” Zaslav ordered.

Yes, sir. I love having your own tasty balls on my head.” Johnson replied sweetly.

*This reminded the former WBD executive precisely what he had waiting at home. Albeit much older and chubbier.*

 

This is when Zaslav stabbed Johnson in the throat with his shiv, and smashed his own lunch tray against the guy’s face.

 

Four guards rushed in to pummel Zas. Only one guard was sexually fondled in a fit of anger.

I AIN’T NOBODY’S BITCH,” Zaslav yelled out to his block while being taken away.

 


While most inmates were impressed, the two baddest, toughest brothers of the set were only annoyed with who was running in on their turf.

 

Their names? Montese and Maurice.

The two brothers planned payback in the showers.

 

_____________________________

Chapter 2: I Like Your Scars, Pretty Boy

 

It was cleaning time for these cell mates.


Zaslav thought the shower would be nice opportune time to wash away the remaining crustaceans in his ass that Demarco failed to lick up gracefully.


David got to his own spot while Montese, Maurice and their posse were all admiring and lurking amongst the shadows.



Zaslav soon knew he was in danger.

Then the soap dropped.

BDF87303-8B72-4D26-8F76-83486056C1C8.jpeg.5ff88ea98d0206279f3275da669f689b.jpeg

This is where the heavy metal kicks in...

 

 

^^ This blared out as Zazzie Dav was gearing for a feast.

 

While still having his back turned, Zaslav quickly shat a tiny turd right in front of the buff sailor ready to rob his innocence.

Zas picked up his soggy little poo, took a small bite and then tossed it at the assailant’s chin.

He then dashed and knocked the guy out cold with his bare fists.

 

The next guy came in for the kill.

Zaslav pranced over and ducked down. He playfully slapped around the inmate’s cock before ultimately punching ‘em in the dick.

As the guy crouched down in pain, Zas began head-butting the ruffian with his own genitals until he had enough.

 

Montese called off the others. “This one’s mine,” Montese softly exclaimed.

 

AYO, DUDE! SAY THIS SHIT WITH YO CHEST OUT!” Montese delivered in an utter war cry. The Zas man simply smiled.


It was no use for the 6’6 325lbs yard bully.

With a prompt punishing serve, Zas smacked Montese around like a sock ‘em up robot.


Zaslav bit the man’s cock clean off. Montese screamed in agony.

Zaslav took the blood-spewing nudge and inserted it into his ass so he could catch a virus.


Montese was dead soon after.

 

_____________________________

Chapter 3: Solvente

 

In seconds, Maurice underwent immediate shock that turned to grief, anguish, and finally; acceptance.

Maurice was fucking pissed.

 

Naked Zas took some time to show-boat before being struck right in the face with drywall.


Maurice twisted Zaslav’s exposed and gynecomastious nipples. He did this while bashing his very junk against his junk in violent volatile force.

 

Zazzie took some heavy blows and uppercuts until one punch was enough, and he was left on his hands and knees.


Rather than killing the man who had just sleighed his own brother... no. That was too easy.

Instead, Maurice sought to give shortie Zaslav a veiny ass fucking against his very will. One of which he would never forget...

 


Zaslav tried to fight back, but it was too late.

He felt the hard, throbbing shaft of Maurice forcibly pierce and tear apart his own Hershey highway.

 

^^ This played while Zaslav cried upon each and every passionate thrust done by Maurice.

 

And then... the tears became that of complaisant laughter.

 

Hmm?” Maurice moaned with distraction.

The laughter became louder and louder, as Zaslav clenched his bionic cheeks and snapped Maurice’s penis clear in half while still inside of him.

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH

 


While poor Maurice bowed in torturous exertion, Zaslav had his buttcheeks spread apart and farted the very blood + penile fluids of both Maurice and the belated Montese; right onto Maurice’s face.

 

Maurice jerked back, blinded.
 

Zaslav delivered a left hook before beating Maurice to death. Bashing his head and face against the shower head and prison shower wall.

 

The triumphant end of Maurice & Montese.

_____________________________

Epilogue

 

Zaslav ultimately got out of prison on good behavior. But at what cost?


He had the virus of his enemy, which he was unspeakingly delivering to his lover every night. Plus, he had minutes of forced servitude from the late, great Maurice.

Zas man could hardly live with himself.

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Somethin’ wrong, babe?” Demarco asked.

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“No, my fat little mooshie booshie.” Zaslav retorted. “Everything is fine.”

 


David later blew his lid off with a shotgun.

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