The Human Centipede Begins

There i was slumped on a pile of trash bathing in my own piss at the back of the sexy night club. I get myself together and all of a sudden I stop and think... I'm going to make a human centipede but I'm going to make sure it's stunning and put together properly without any complaints. I quickly emptied the bag of trash I was laying on and I put it over someone else that was passed out from a fuck ton of whiskey I punch them so hard they'll be knocked out for another while. I brought him back home over my shoulder like I'm a poor homeless fuck and I beat his knees with a carpenter's mallet so he's forced to go on all fours. Now the fun begins. I stitched on a bloody kangaroo on his ass with a dirty rusty stapler and stiches. The man was moaning and crying in pain and it just turned me on even more like a fucking radio antenna I went to the local fish shop and I picked up all the excess fins and fish meat and gunk that was laying on the ground and I stitched the fins on to the man and kangaroo so he'll look hot. The man was leaking blood from his ass and I liked that so much that I fed him rape seed oil and mashed up roaches and I stand up in anger from the metal bowl I grab an axe and I chop my sloppy foreskin off. The idea of circumcision arouses me beyond control and I dump my foreskin in and I eat it with the man. He looked up at me and he said his name was Martin and I asked him... how old are you Martin, he replied saying he was 54 and i got wet and my knees got week. I have never been such a gerontophile before. He begged me if he can jerk off and I said yes but only if you do it with sand paper. He grabbed it on my hand and quickly rapped it around his yogurt slinger and jerked off like the goofy doodoo head he is. He whispered uhggggg and I slapped him with a mirror that shattered after the impact of his fat face and I took away the sand paper and I got on my knees and slowly backed up my booty in his face cause I wanted to take part in this project.... THIS IS PART 1 STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT STORY