The Holder of Booty

In any city, in any country, go to any whorehouse or college campus you can pretend you're old enough to enter. When you reach the stripper pole, ask to visit someone who calls himself &quot;The Holder of Booty&quot;.

Should a look of pants-cumming pleasure come over the &quot;worker's&quot; face, you shall then be taken to a sex dungeon in the building. It will be in a deep, hidden... oh god yes... erm, sorry... section of the building. All you will hear is the sound of someone pleasuring themselves echo the halls. It is in a language that you will not understand, but your very soul will feel unspeakable arousal.

Should the moaning and fapping stop at any time, STOP and quickly say aloud &quot;I'm not a paying customer, I wish to talk.&quot; If you still hear silence, flee. Leave. Do not stop for anything, do not go home, don't stay at an inn (ESPECIALLY not at an inn), just keep moving (But be careful, some really get off to your resistance), and sleep where your body drops. You will know in the morning if your hole is still tight.

If the voice in the hall comes back after you utter those virgin's words continue on. Upon reaching the cell all you will see is a windowless room with a person in the corner, fapping away without kleenex or lubricant, and cradling something. The person will only respond to one question: &quot;What happens when they all come inside?&quot; The person will then stare into your eyes and answer your question in horrifying detail. Many go mad in that very cell, some come out of the closet soon after the meeting, and a few end their lives. But most do the worst thing. You will want to as well. Be warned, if you do, your death will be in that room, by that person's cum-stained hands.

You will want to look at the object in the person's hands and drool. This object is 34 of 69. They must never come inside you without protection. Ever.

Credited to ObliterationoftheSelf