His crew votes to hang me up and the audience screams to hang me. I am dead so all I can do is lay there, my hairless body and my tighty whities seen by everyone on stage and the front row. I hear stage props being moved around, I am assuming this is to hang me up.
Britain walks over to me laying on the floor and makes a loud statement "This cyclops is dead and no longer needs any clothing! Lets strip him and reuse his clothes". A different person comes over and runs their hands all over my body "looking for anything hidden" as their hands make their way down to my tighty whities I hear a laugh. Their hand was right over my still hard dick where I came.
Removing my tighty whities he states "The myth of cyclops cumming when they die is TRUE! But this Cyclops has a cock smaller than a baby human. This Cyclops had his name stitched into his undies, Dustin Brimhall has given us 3 tiny drops of jizz."
At this moment my eyes open wide to see this man holding up my tighty whities showing off the small wet spots and my name on the front showing to the audience. I notice a guy from stage crew bring out the rest of my clothing that I left in the dressing room, he whispered to me saying my phone and wallet are safe.
The rest of my clothing is thrown into the crowd with Britain saying, "These are the cyclops clothes! Dustin Brimhall no longer needs them since he is now dead, feel free to do as you please with them."
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