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Dexter Sazuke


Dexter is part of gang called Satan's Dick Ring who are having a turf war with The Reapers. Dexter must help deal with their rivals, while also trying to find love. But plans go bad and things are taken way to far. (Note: This story is constantly being edited to be better, even in chapters that have already been published. I am a beginning writer, but i think i'm doing well for my skill level. I am 15, and i'm more perverted than Filthy Frank himself.) https://cornhubpremium.wordpress.com/



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Introduction

   Our story begins in a dark bedroom lit only by the light of a computer screen. The walls were decorated with posters of anime girls (both young and old) in tight bikinis squeezing themselves, detention slips from elementary school proudly displayed as if treasured artifacts, and a picture of Adolph Hitler with a caption that said "Heroes never die" displayed above the computer monitor. The floor was covered in wet and dirty socks used for god knows what, along with countless video games (most revolving around hentai), magazines (also mostly revolving around hentai), and dirty shirts and pants that have probably never been washed. Quite a few pairs of pants had been stuffed with old McDonald's chicken nuggets that our main protagonist probably planned to keep as a snack while in class, but never got around to eating them. A few pairs of unwashed underwear would be laying on his desk, T.V., and bed. They were so stiff and dirty that they might literally crack into pieces if touched. Those pieces would probably be as sharp as glass and could easily be used to cut yourself if you were in an emo mood. Under his horrific bed that would probably kill someone if they were to get into it due to the smell, and how sticky it was, was a broken sex robot that he had found in an alleyway while escorting an old woman (When i say "escorting i mean it as he he was getting payed to finger her). After he got his pay he quickly ran off. While doing so the robot caught his eye. It was laying in a nasty dumpster along with a homeless man using the robot's artificial boobs to keep him warm. Our main protagonist literally fought the poor man for the robot, but valiantly won after pulling out a switchblade. While it didn't work at all, he was still a horny fifteen year old who had a thing for Asian women (the robot was supposed to be a Japanese chick with long black hair) so he would see what he could do to fix it. On his door would be a picture of a cute kitten clinging to a tree branch, but instead of  an inspirational quote being captioned it would say "It's not rape if we're both crying" and if someone were to go into his closet they would be greeted with hundreds of little beady eyes. He kept his marionette collection in there. He was going through some strange phases at the time this collection started. He began listening to heavy metal christian music, and christian rap. He had stopped masturbating attempting to be a "holy being". Didn't last long. He had a large T.V. with an xbox 360 hooked up to it.  At his computer desk would sit the creature himself in his natural habitat. It was early in the morning and he was about to head off to school, but he woke up extra early so that he could pull a quickie. No Nut November? HAH! More like Nonstop Nut November! You could barely hear the sound on lotion squelching and squorching over the sound of anime girls, who looked  questionably young moaning and screaming. They were tied up so that they couldn't resist the main protagonist in the hentai. It was rape. But it was still pretty hot.    

    After he busted a nut he would grab one of the nasty tube socks off of the floor and he would wipe up the evidence, then putting it on, despite the fact that it has never been washed, yet used for the same purpose several times a day. He stood up and took a step and the sock left a wet footprint. He'd pick up another old crusty sock from his putrid floor, but one half of the sock would break off and the other half would stick to the floor as if super glued. he would put on a dirty pair of khakis and his polo shirt with a nipple pocket filled to the brim with ravioli. It would make a good snack if it wasn't for the fact that they were all hard and crusty and it would probably take a jackhammer to get it loose. He would head to the kitchen, and he'd grab a cold toaster stroodle, then he'd leave to catch the bus.


   He had to walk about a mile in order for his bus to pick him up. The bus driver refused to go to him. Or anyone else. They all gathered in front of a nearby strip club for old people. The windows were easily seen through, so it was a pretty horrific site. Especially on Tuesdays when the strippers start having sex with the customers. Thus the name "Touchy Tuesdays". But the walk him gave him time to think.


    When he did tedious things such as this, he often thought about stuff that he didn't want to think about. About how he had been rejected by the girls he liked. About his mother being a drinker. About his Dad being a cuck. About his Step-Dad being a cuck. About his sister being the favorite, meanwhile he was the one whom nobody wanted there. He knew that he was a sad person who lived a pathetic existence. He knew that he would probably never find love. He didn't think very highly of himself.  He led a sad existence. Part of him wanted to die. No. Part of him already died. But he kept himself going by doing the things he loved, which included wanking, watching anime, playing video games, making fun of the disabled, race, religion. Peeping on girls, being a nuisance. These things are what kept him going.  He continued walking, thinking about these things until some jackasses nearly ran over him in a black truck. The truck was black and had red flames poorly painted on. The truck belonged to the Reapers. A rival gang. Our protagonist was in a gang called Satan's Dick Ring. They weren't that bad of a gang, but they still committed crimes such as stealing peoples purses or beating the autistic kids up for lunch money. And Dexter joined because his parents didn't provide food for him. So he pretty much lived off of ramen noodles. He eventually reached his destination and encountered some more gang members.


   "Hey Dexter!", said josh waving.


   "Hey man.", said Dexter giving a weak smile. "Some Reapers tried to run over me on my way here." Dexter and Josh had been best friends for years. They had a lot in common, mostly revolving around home life. They both had drinker mothers and cuck step dads.  They both dealt with favoritism in the family, yet Josh remained fine. Not depressed. As far as Dexter new, anyway.   Really, it was a match made in heaven. Josh was the only person in their gang who new about Dexter having depression issues. Dexter always turned to him when he needed to talk. Josh even accompanied him to his therapist who looked exactly like Mathew Santoro and Vsauce had a gay child. 


   "Ah, i hate those stupid f@cking faggots! We'll deal with em soon enough, after we shoot up the school..".The area grew quiet. "Awwwww just kiddin!"  Everyone began laughing. The Speaker was Ken. He was the most popular in the group. He had long brown hair , was tan, and had a little chin beard. He loved the Borderlands game series more than our two main characters did, and he nonstop played it. He no lifed the game. He pretended to like sports just to be cool, but really he just loathed such things. He saw sports as an "excuse to play with balls".  But he was a good person and would back any of his friends up in a fight. It really came in handy when Josh got in over his head. 


   "Guys, we need to burn those guys in an actual fire.", said Sammy. Sammy was the youngest in the group, but that didn't mean a thing. He was short, had the young Justin Bieber hair style, but with black hair. He had blue jeans, and a red Perry the Platypus T-Shirt. He was still a cool guy. He was partly Arabic, and often liked to climb on peoples backs. He spoke very loud as well. Just like his brother. 


   Bean was his brother's name. He was obviously part Arabic (since they were brothers) and he was a mechanic in training. He could fix about anything.  But he also had medical training. So if anyone in the gang needed something fixed, or medical attention, dean was there, with his face wrapped in an old towel. Did i mention that he was always shirtless? He was always shirtless. Along with old ripped jeans.


   Then there's Jacky. Jacky was also a mechanic, but nobody will let him touch their stuff, ever  since Ken caught Jacky having sex with their bus driver's bus. The exhaust pipe is still stained from that night. As a result of this, he was never let into the gang. He doesn't say much ever. Instead he sleeps. A lot. And flirts with girls that he knows other people have a crush on. He has a faggot haircut that is pretty much just gelling all your hair to the side and lifting up your bangs. He was the definition of faggot.


   Taylor and Sidney were twins. But Taylor had black hair and was a bit chubby. Josh had quite the thing for her. She was just as socially awkward as him. She was sweet, and cute. Not to mention her luscious breasts. Sidney didn't talk much, but she was cute as well. She was unimportant though. Neither of these two were in the gang. They weren't much for committing crimes.


   The gang talked about everything from killing homosexuals to Borderlands  to raping children. Josh glanced over at Jacky and saw him flirting with Taylor. He clenched his fist and was saddened with the fact that he knew he had no chance against Jacky. Jacky was good looking and....well...just good looking. The group waited for about an hour before the bus actually came. She came swerving along, and hitting every rodent, every squirrel, every rabbit that she could. The group boarded the bus hesitantly. They all feared the bus driver. Her name was Miss Curly and she was old and wrinkly to  the point that she looked like a corpse. She had two peg legs, and no arms, just nubs, and no eyes. Nobody knew how she was hired, but people guessed that she had sex with the principal or something. Of course she was hideous, so they didn't know why anyone would want to nut in her unless they were super desperate. They boarded the bus and the group went to the back. The back was reserved for any members of Satan's Dick Ring and anyone that they chose to bring. The others new better than to go back there.


   The bus driver began yelling at the students for having their phones out despite the fact that nobody had one out.


   "Oh. WELL PUT YOUR COMPUTERS AWAY!"


   Nobody brought their computers on the bus. 


   This horrific screeching lasted the entire ride. She crashed into the same tree as usual once they made it to school. That was their cue to get off. She stared at everyone as they scurried off, despite her being blind. As Sammy was about to get off, she looked at him, grinned, and a giant wart that was on her face burst open and got all over Sammy. He screamed and writhed in agony as he'd literally roll off of the bus. Dean leaped into action, picking him up and taking him to the most sanitary place in the school: the bathroom. We all hurried inside of the school so that we could get a seat before some black kids steal them.  Dexter should have been worried about Sammy, but there was only one thing on his mind. Surviving the school day.

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