owen gets rammed

Prologue - DIVORCE

It was a warm summer evening and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except Owen beating the fuck out of his hairy cock to the sight of Raphtalia hentai. His mother recently left her husband for a new life with Mohammad in Iran, leaving the household with an eternal depressing gloom. The floors were dirty and the pantries were empty. Owen didn't mind, however, he had his folders of hentai. Everyone knew about the fat boy's crippling addiction to anime titties, but they were not aware of the secret lust he felt for Cody Ko. Old friends they were, all the way back in college, but after Cody's deployment to Israel the two stopped talking. For years, Owen yearned to see his beloved Cody again. Now he was hopelessly jacking off to a lesser substitute. Owen took a trip to the kitchen, his appetite soared after another session of rapid stroking. Nothing could be found in the cabinets except a few disappointed ants. The ants laughed at Owen for being so poor and left with the last pieces of bread. He slammed the doors shut and shed a tear. Was there no food left to be consumed? "There has to be edible substances within the confines of our fridge," Owen thought, but the power was out in all rooms except his own. His family's only emergency generator had to be used on his computer for fap games. Upon opening this dark fridge of sadness, Owen's face lit up with glee. "Pork!" He exclaimed. The fasted porn addict snatched the single piece of pork, taking savory bites of his only meal in days. Just then he heard a knock on the door, and Music was playing. It was Saleel al Sawarim, the infamous song of ISIS. The knocking continued, harder with each force of contact. Owen fled to his room and called the police and tried to explain the situation, but they could not understand his retarded voice. Window glass broke in rooms all around him, emitting loud shouting in the form of the noodle language of Arabic. His family was immediately taken hostage, as his sad dad was asleep on the couch. Around the perimeter, Iranian sentries kept the house under firm grasp. When the police arrived, they were instantly gunned down in their puny western vehicles. SWAT teams were called in as well, but there was no hope in getting past the fortress or AK-47s and RPGs...Cody Ko looked behind his shoulder to see his new girlfriend, Owen's mother, sucking off his friend Mohammad. He did not know this was Owen's mother, but that didn't matter. Cody was unsatisfied with the pleasures she tried to provide him, as he mind often drifted to the face of Owen, his old college dormmate and secret crush. Owen's mother would find him aimlessly caressing his gargantuan penis to the thought of Owen's rim, mistaking it for the sight of her thickness. Many times Cody blew his kid into her now gaping asshole, stretched to lengths believed impossible for the human body by his enormous dick. It made him no happier. He stood up from the ledge he was on, taking his focus away from the view to his commanding officer. "We have a report of a massive convoy heading to the sea. They're shipping weapons to the United States, a neighborhood has been captured by ISIS." Cody nodded his head and left Owen's mother to slobber on Mohammad's tiny cock and balls. Along the way he made small talk to his military pals, the only family he had left after the September 11th attacks on the World Trade Center. His friends knew this and vowed to take as many Muslims as they could to avenge his family. A question came up about the location of the attack, to which the squad sergeant answered with the address of Owen's neighborhood. Owen could be in danger! Cody became anxious, wishing to know more, but he could not let anyone know about his hidden love for the fatass. His transport suddenly stopped, mines were placed all around the area, but the convoy's destination was in sight. Quietly, the troops unloaded and prepared their equipment. Before the rocket launchers could be fired at the caches of weapons, an Iraqi shouted out in warning, instigating a spread of arms fire in the soldiers' direction. Cody took cover while two of his close friends were mowed down, their faces indistinguishable after the dozens of bullets desecrated them. These Iraqis had expert marksmanship, being trained by the US Navy SEALs themselves... ironic. Men collapsed all around Cody, screeching in pain and misery. He cowered in fear, then remembered what would happen if he did not take out the supplies. His poor defenseless Owen would be killed and that was not allowed to happen. Cody's long meaty schlong erected into a powerful force which he used to flip over his squad's transport. It landed directly onto the cache, detonating a few shitty improvised grenades and sending the area into a chaotic fireball. Cody edge-walked down, slowly, to an injured ISIS member. He gripped the man's throat. "What is happening? Why are you in the USA?" Cody demanded to know. The Iraqi managed to struggle out one last sentence before dying. "The boy... the fat fucking idiot... he ate a piece of pork." It had to be his true love, Owen. In a fit of rage he whirled around his mighty boner like a helicopter, flying off into the distance to save his lover, who was now unconscious and suffering from memory loss. Owen would wake up the next day as if nothing happened, but the angry lads would be awaiting his presence in the other room.