A Button To Disable Defiance

Greg Duncey, as his name implied, never was the brightest brick on the wall, and he was always quick to anger. And for some odd reason, absolutely ALL of his inherent traits went directly into his impulsive behaviour, his monstrously absurd strength, his seven foot tall form, and an absurdly large dick, fourteen inches of thick steel, ready to pierce any woman he could find, though he never had much luck with the ladies, or with friends, or with coworkers, or bosses, or with anyone really.

Son, with all of this in mind, Greg Duncey was freaking out in his latest previous place of employment, as he threw an office chair into a wall cracking the concrete to dust, before punching his boss fifty times in the face, in a row, leaving it in a mangled mess, barely alive.

As Greg was walking by his bosses desk, he grabbed an odd remote from it before leaving, an enraged Greg Duncey then punching his way out of the building, knocking fifteen people who tried to stop him ****, as he reached the bottom floor, five cops that were waiting on the ground fired their tasers into his form, though he ignored the massive voltage coursing through him, as he rushed them, leaving the entire squad of police ****, as he was staggering away.

As he senselessly walked a few miles away, he walked into an empty alley, leaning against a wall, before falling into it, smashing his skill into solid brick, though he was unharmed, and the bricks smashed under his immense skull.

As he was twiddling with the remote he’d grabbed, a conspicuous note fell from it, reading, ‘With a click of this button, Defiance becomes a vague memory, while YOU retain your freedom, Isn’t that neat? For more, contact…..’ As it rambled on about pointless details, he looked again at the seemingly useless remote, a single button on its shape.

But, with nothing else to do, Greg pressed the button, feeling nothing changed, like at all. But really, what was he expecting? His name really did suit him.

A slightly angry Greg rose from his spot, walking from the alley, frightening a lady walking by it.

As he saw her recoil, he roughly shouted, “Oh, you bitch. Fucking, suck my dick.” He aggressively responded to her natural reaction before flipping her off, but what he didn’t expect was the lady to actually acquiesce.

As she slowly approached him, dropping to her knees in front of him, unbuckling his pants and dropping them to the floor as well, before pulling his spunk soaked boxers down, releasing his mighty length to aggressively smack into her face, nearly poking her eye, as she opened her mouth as wide as it would go, taking his monstrous head into her mouth, nearly gagging from the stench alone, she began bobbing her head along the first two inches of his member, nearly **** on the little inserted, but was that enough for Greg ‘The Dunce’ Duncey?