Gay Prison Camp 1
Now stroke that cock at a medium pace while ya take a look at these arms... my forearm is prolly the size o' yer bicep, an' I ain't even flexin'! If you were to try to fight me I could knock ya out with a punch... or just wrestle you straight to the ground.
Look at my hand... powerful enough to choke ya right out. Then move up to my forearm, and imagine it wrapped around your head. You struggle to get out of the headlock but I'm holdin' you too tight.
Now look at my other hand. You're still in the headlock, and I slap you a few times on the head with my open palm. It'd hurt like a bitch, wouldn't it?
Back to the other arm... move up and look at my bicep, and increase pace. I decide while I've got you in the headlock I'm gonna tighten my grip by flexin' that muscle. You scream out in pain an' I say to you, "who's yer daddy?"
Well, bitch, who is it? Say it out loud.