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As nude black and white men circled around Bobby’s slave puppet dancer, michael mcJackson, the echoes of his cat scratching screams pierced the steel walls of the underground bunkers. Each hunk took brutalizing turns in the ravishing. The puppet was strung up in a rotating swing as his little body took the continuous abuse. Men laughed as they rocked Joseph’s dolly till multiple brain popping explosions. Giants walked out into the bright morning sun, proud with wide smiles on their satisfied faces. Hungry priests licked their mouth watering chops with lust. The tiny dancer was a reliable gay sex doll that had to be kept alive for even more rancid sexual action.
michael was ravished in Paris, and in other cities through out randy Europe. Some say that kitty wanted in on the action. Bobby had the power to deliver the young star to other powerful giants for a reasonable fee. White men like piano man Lee Liberace often filed in the secret sex rooms, especially after learning that the very young woodpecker was considered an expert in long, slow oral corruption. The old man’s Polish sausage was like an electric prong inside the screaming dancer. Later, Lee introduced michael to the equally twisted Scotty T.
Deep from within the screaming throat, vomit would often coat vain popping dongs with relish.
michael mcJackson’s dirty teacher was Motown producer, Bobby Taylor. The older man took the tiny dancer under his gay wings, and taught the screaming woodpecker the joys of rancid boy to man whoopee sessions in city high rise condos of love. Daddy Joseph wanted full watching power to witness the brutal screams. After michael cried himself to sleep at night, his violent daddy could show up on the bed, his body holding the helpless dancer down with his rock hard arms. michael could smell his papa’s sweat and bad breath as the old man bit into his chocolate flesh with snapping, razor sharp teeth. Tears of emotional and physical pain welled into his budging llama eyes. Nerve bumps quickly turned into infected pimples on his disgusting skin. The slavery of the young puppet was often swept under the rug. Greedy daddy Joseph counted the endless cash from sex hungry men that definitely wanted their private session with michael’s little body. The showers were turned on hot as mattresses rotated beneath mirrors.
Nowhere does it say how Michael fared with teachers during his school years?
Most likely, his teachers knew that little Michael was gay and the teachers were going to give Michael lessons on a butt and dong level.
Michael took lessons in ‘De France massage’.
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley
“Darker shadows”
[ Camden special products ]
Standard batteries required
Thunder storm ahead
Every little thing he does
Breaking trust
Darker shadows
Dark tower of eternity
Taken off your pimpled back *
The boy stood by the nude priest *
Robbing a blind man
Path to self destruction
Cough up the dough
Blood brothers
Spoken within the mass evil
Pull down those tight shorts *
Sign of the randy little piano man *
Napoleon sheds his skin in modern France. The violent riots that consume the blazing cities have ended the annual Halloween festival and parades. Well armed soldiers are empowered to hunt down the scattering apes with high powered AK47’s. Bold priests know they can roam the streets for various male tots. With their throats filled with bodily juices, the missing boys can be found behind the steel doors. Screams of the palsies are removed within their embarrassing deaths. Dead silence becomes the norm.
They were all immigrants, mostly; why don’t they just go back to their own homeland then? It is noticeable, ever since Michael came to the cinema, things have gone completely wrong again with those monkeys there in France. Le Pen Becomes the winner with this. Eva Braun 2 , lol
When the pimples were popped on young michael’s ugly face, the pus, blood and greasy oil was put in small cup containers. Craters appeared on his chocolate skin. Other boys laughed at the tiny dancer’s decaying skin. Tears often flowed out of his sore llama eyes. Bobby’s snapping teeth sometimes broke the skin as little michael screamed. Daddy Joseph loved the cries of torment. The tiny dancer was forced to strip nude in front of strange white men that inspected his disgusting body. Horny priests filed in to the bunkers to enjoy the soapy community showers. Wire fish hooks kept the clown’s little mouth open, directly to pleasure these obese men. The screams eventually led to laughter as michael blacked out, due to the crippling pain.
Hans Stanley puckered his plump, bee stung lips, and started suk king the hefty priest. Fatty’s broken knees buckled as Hans mouth become a suction funnel to slurp up the rancid, hot semen.
Tears burned the hog man’s chunky stalk.
With vomit in his little throat, a teary eyed boy gagged on a vain riddled dong, coving the skulk with the ham chunked stew. The stink often made the hefty priest angry, so the boy was immediately taken out and disposed of. Bodies were stacked on the back of trucks and driven to the burning pits for precise cremation. If obese boys dared to cut the cheese during violent whoopee sessions, he simply risk his life, especially if there was a rotten egg odor that turned off the violent bishops. Of course, any size boys who were deemed difficult were brutalized and marked for certain death. Again, tears were often used as sympathy games to get priests to perhaps feel compassion. However, that rarely ever happened.
The priests can now really strike it rich in France because the police have no time to track down the missing boys.
A string of nude boys were forced to get on their carpet skinned knees to pleasure the belly rolling priests. Under their bellies, sweat soaked heads bobbed like pistons as the hefty giants craned their cow necks upwards in spellbinding O mouth. The moans made the papal knees buckle as the fat flesh tingled in the heat of passion. More men and boys stripped off their clothes and started making brain popping whoopee within the shadows of the underground bunkers. Afterwards, the steam rose in the showers as men forced boys to clean with soapy suds.
Hannibal will be the last to be sucked by the priests.
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley
“Two boy loving singing stars”
He retained the sheer power
Broken hearted man
Back talking boogie
Under the friendly priest
Boys rock your boys
Sleeping with the palsy man
Cobra strike
No other man
Cough up the dough
Hold your head up
Un skinny bop bop
A boy without a man
Pride of the screaming palsy
With chewed up nipples
Spine chilling confession
Around the dirty corner
He forgot to scream for mah blood
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley
“Blood brothers”
Dark tower of eternity
Serpent’s breath
Bending steel
Mayhem
Bow your head to the priest
Path to self destruction
The thunder beyond
Rage for order and for death
Blood brothers
Disease and sickness
Behind the unholy cross
Robbing a blind man
Spoken within the mass evil
Enforce the ejection of the blade
Kitty Cimarron and Hans Stanley
“Every little thing he does”
Legs over the heart
Flip side
Secret spot
Boys live in the mountains
Doom valley circle
Holding out for the juice
Every little thing he does
Demon boys tell tall tales
He’ll take it off for men
Darker shadows
Running low on semen
Outhouse jack
Potty trained ghoul
Breaking trust
Hard woody problem
Flying aircraft down
He knows how to boogie
One glorious night
Thunder storm ahead
Standard batteries required
At Burger King, kitty holds another paper crown. The ex shadow front man demands that boys get on their broken knees, under the table. Kitty says that they better start suk king. With sweat soaking heads, boys stop to catch their breaths. The wet strings of hair, their rolling eyes, their raw chins, resting on knees and pimpled white legs.
Kitty i Is making up for lost time by sucking boys and men. Maybe another hit like “Suck as hard as you can”
Time for reflection and celebration in the realms of time. The Emperor continues his incredible rise in the era he helped create. It is so heartwarming to see Prince beat michael in the growing trend of posthumous reign. I am so grateful to witness this greatest honor. The solid gold crown belongs to Emperor Prince. The paper crowns are for frauds like michael mcJackson. Hey Meatloaf, we must crack open another bottle of expensive wine to celebrate with endless glee.
Absolutely Red Lady, we’ll make it a great party, cheers Lady 🍾🍷🍷
Mean green eyed Joseph squeezed the massive pimple from the honker of his tiny dancer son, michael mcJackson. With a heated up hot silver dollar and a pointed needle, the violent daddy pressed the coin on his son’s huge nose as pus drained out the disgusting pus and oil. The young skeleton screamed as Bobby used his suction lips and teeth to suk the greasy blood. michael’s screams were always ignored by the family. They did not want Joseph’s attention focused away from michael, for they would get abused as well.
A pimple from a hippopotamus, Joseph must have thought.
“Prince has risen”
Emperor Prince is destroying tiny michael mcJackson on the charts with his masterpiece “Purple Rain.” The opus is currently is at number three on the soundtrack album charts this week, October 2026. To make it even better, the title single is in the top five on the r&b/hip hop singles charts!
And without a biopic, yet.
That means Purple Rain has been in the top 5 the longest this year, more than wacko.