I was so bottled up from all the negativity and hopelessness I’d been feeling, my mind, body and soul consumed by, haunted by constant, incessant, never-ending images of cocksucking; and Taco Heaven bills; cum cleaning; buttfucking tattle-tails; and people hitting me in the face with soggy fucking tacos on the highway and even in my own apartment, I have people banging on my door threatening to kill me. “Before you tell me to put a smile on my face, maybe you should consider whether I haven’t had any sleep at all the past couple days,” I said to the sniveling little butt pirate as he lied on the floor, looking up at me in shock. A trickle of blood oozed down his forehead and there was even more blood on the price gun.
Unmoved by his shaking and gazing up at me in fear and confusion, I got down on the floor with him and struck him again with the gun, this time in the face. The hard plastic smashed into his nose and he let out a girly-girl cry. Then again, I struck him with the SPeCial YeLLoW PrIcE GuN, this time in the eye. “When you suck a cock back there in the arcade,” I said, “do you ever think of the fact that even though I’ve been making steady payments on my Taco Heaven bill for three years the balance is now even bigger than it was three years ago because I can’t even afford to make payments big enough to cover the interest and finance charges on a $50,000 loan?” Tony the Token Guy was in the office, could hear nothing over the sound of all the tokens going through his fancy token-counting machine so, checking around the store to be sure no one was looking, I grabbed the guy by the hair and dragged him back into the arcade. “Please,” he yelped, “please don’t hurt me and I promise to think of your troubles next time I suck a dick.”
“That’s not good enough, you degenerate dick-addict,” I said, letting him lie in the open-spaced, marquee area in the middle of the arcade. His head was lying right by a used condom; it was dripping and filled with a sick lost soul’s semen and this demented dick-sucker, fearing it may his last chance to eat cum, sat up and began to take the condom into his mouth, licking it and chewing on it like a starving dog, like a cow eating its last handful of grass, he chomped on it like it was gum, blood covering his face and tears flowing from his eyes as I BASHED him in the head again, screaming at him, “Yeah, chew on that rubber; eat that cum, fucker, and feel all those dead babies rotting in your stomach because you’ll soon be joining them.” Then, seeing a token on the floor which was also covered in some stranger’s semen, I picked it up and offered it to him, watched him put it into his mouth and begin sucking on it as I struck him on the cheek again with the price gun and he fell once again to the floor. I turned him over on his belly and saw the pool of rich, red SALSA that seeped from his head and flowed like a zesty delicious stream of rapture under the door of a booth wherein no doubt two guys were sucking each other’s cocks. BAM! BAM! BAM! I struck the guy in the back of the head again and again with the price gun until I heard the skull crack; his taco shell was breaking and out of it started to sprout this mangled, sickening hot sauce-caked messy big ball of tangled up hair as I heard the bone break and shatter; then when it began to get squishy with brains and brown, greasy taco meat I knew he would not suck another cock today. Not on my shift. Not anymore.
A masturbator came out of a booth and stared at us, trying to process what was going on. At first, he thought we were just having sex and he began to pull his peter out to stroke it. But when he noticed all the blood and the bits of brain lying beside a nearby wastebasket, all the thick white sour cream splattered against the marquee glass; the bits of shattered taco shells all over, he screeched, “Oh my! He’s wearing the werewolf mask again”
“Get back in your cage or I’ll put a price tag on you too!” I said to him as he scurried away like the rat he was. Then I clicked the gun and put a price tag on the dead dicksucker’s tender ass for $3— - the minimum token purchase to come back into the arcade. After that, I put a price tag on the tip of my cock for $50,000, the amount of my Taco Heaven debt, and began to walk out the emergency exit nearby. I got outside in the snow, in the cold crisp early morning air and sat down upon the cocksucker chair behind the store. The hard metal kissed my smooth ass cheeks as my cock grew longer and longer; thicker and more gorgeous. I sat there stroking it as I looked at the surrounding bushes, figuring there were anxious dick hunters behind them staring at me, wanting to suck it. I looked at the morning sky and though it was 7am and still pitch black, my dark night was nearing its end. I felt freer than I had in some time, stroking my cock in the open air again, howling at the moon which was about to disappear, and this time in total control. I looked at the fence nearby, figuring there were anxious dick suckers behind it staring at me through the cracks wanting to suck my cock as I screamed out, the price gun still in my hand, putting special yellow gay price tags all over my legs; all over my balls and shaft of my dick, challenging all those around me, shouting, “$50,000, fellas! All you fuckers who have been calling my house wanting to suck my cock that’s what it’ll cost you!”
