In the tumble dryer

There was a penis

Chapter 1 by faggotory faggotory

There was a penis. He stared into the slightly convex plastic window of the tumble dryer, devoid of thought, spittle running down his cheek. Round and round it went, moving in and around the soiled clothing. Synapses began to fire. His ego strained for control of his stiff and unresponsive vessel. His penis? He did not know. Did not want to know. He had to know. His arm moved. Down it went, into his pants, searching, searching, and finding - nothing. No flaccid reminder of his sex, spitter of milky juices. How? When? Why? He could not answer. There was one choice. He open the portal to that world of de-moisting, and entered. Round and round he went, as he searched through the cum and marshmallow stained garments, clawing, tearing, searching. Time was against him. The clothing was stiffening, and devoid of squish. Alas! The penis! He grabbing it and crawled from the dryer. He pulled himself up and opened his hand. It had crumbled to dust in his clutches.

What's next?

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