From a comment u/69420n00bmast3r666 made:

So after a long battle trying and repeatedly failing to get the attention of girls in real life you eventually get yourself to try the last resort of saving your species and make an account on Tinder. After swiping right on basically all the pictures like the desperate incel you are you eventually match up with one. Their account says 21 but the descripting makes it clear they’re actually 18. Not seconds after matching she shoots you a message, “sup lol”. You start sweating, cold sweating, you don’t know what to reply, after spending a rock solid 5 minutes of staring into her six letter message you finally muster the balls to reply, “hi”. Your brain is in panic mode, you’ve never come this far with a girl before. You chat back and fourth, you get more and more confindent as you talk, but the nervousness doesn’t quite fade. She shows genuine interest in you and your life and your hobbies.

Hours pass as you chat and your nervousness starts to dissipate and be replaced with a love you haven’t felt since middle school. This seems to be the dream girl, perfect 10/10 body, young, athletic, likes gaming and memes, isn’t a total normie either. Eventually the topic comes up of a potential date. She gets fired up over the idea, and starts replying with increasingly erotic remarks, and you follow suit. You can’t help but think of finally scoring, you get enthralled and start doubling down on the eroticism, uncontrollably scheming of the unchristianly things you’ll do to her one you finally meet. You make an appointment for Friday, everything is set to go. She lives in a house up in Fairfield, Connecticut, a some two hours drive from where you live. The day eventually comes, it’s Friday. You jump in your car and drive for Connecticut. The traffic is is lower than usual, especially for after work hours. You eventually get to Fairfeld, and with help of google maps you locate her address. It’s a decently sized house, one floor, with a little garden infront. The neighborhood is okay. You park your car by the sidewalk and walk up to her door. You ring on the doorbell and wait… nobody answers. You send her a text but not seconds after sending it you lay eyes on a police car parked just on the opposite side of the street. At first you seem puzzled as to why a police car is just casually parked in a neighborhood like that, but before you could really start speculating as to why the door opens, and there she is. Even more stunning than on the pictures. You get inside and you start chatting. It starts with small talk, with a few innuendos thrown in here and there.

Before you know it you’re sitting there watching netflix, things getting steamy, getting that foreplay going, she’s getting wet, and BOOM, Chris Hansen bursts out of the closet, “WHY DON’T YOU HAVE A SEAT!” he cries as he excitedly hurls towards you, clipboard in hand. She, just being an actor having done her part, jumps over the couch and vanishes through the hallway. Suddenly, you’re left there with Chris, what you thought would be a good friday with a hot date has turned into a day you will spend the next 30 years thinking back to, “I thought she was 18 I swear” you mumble as a shadow of guilt consumes your being, internally knowing that it was too good to be true, not even 18 year olds look that good. “It says here that you told her you wanted to ‘shatter her anus with your tremendous cock'”, Christ goes on to say, his eyes locked into yours. The tension rises, Chris’ eyes start to wonder downwards. Your penis, being rock hard from the foreplay, sticks out like a fly on a wedding cake.

You stare hard into Chris’ eyes, but then you notice him grinning, an unusual gesture in such a serious situation. Chris looks up again, his grin returns to his regular stern and unrelenting look “There won’t be much shattring of anuses for you today”, he says, your sweat forms fountains streaming down your face as you slowly come to the realization that this is no ordinary episode of To Catch a Predator, he leans in and whispers ominously “…but for me, on the other hand”. He jumps up and rips his pants off in in one mighty drag, his giggle stick towers over anything you’ve ever seen, it throbs and grows threefold as you take in its share magnitude, it’s presence was both demonic and godly, like a ruler over life and death, it share size dwarfing those of both blue whales and God alike, this was the cock. Out of share in a rush of adrenaline you fly over the couch in a desperate attempt to make a run for the exit, but it’s too late, you are already in his clutches, as soon as you reach the hallway he grabs you by the angle, he drags you by the feet into the living room, you scratch the floor with your fingernails as commit every fiber of your body from getting out of this nightmare.

You start bursting out in tears, your brain can barely process what’s happening. He bends you over the back of the couch and drags down your pants, grabbing you tight by your wrists, your cock beings throbbing uncontrollably, it has made a will of its own. Before you can quite take in the situation you suddenly feel his pool noodle thrusts itself through your rectal cavity, planting itself deep into your bowels like you’re Poland on the 1st of September 1939, you let out a primal groan as you realize you have just become what you swore to destroy; a thot. He pulls it out again. You feel an agonizing, near indescribable pain where the lower half of your body was usuall felt. As your rectal cavity begins to reoccupy the massive gaping space left by his mighty thrust, in comes the second, this one more vigerous than the first. He immedietly pulls out, then comes the third, the fourth, the fith. He picks up the pace. Your cock is about to explode from all the adrenaline.

As all this is going on, the actress who had bamboozled you into this mess comes in, winessing Chris, a noble man, serving you, a filthy predator, a healthy dose of poetic justice. She looks into your bloodshot eyes as they lay in a fountain of tears. She walks up to you, as she gets closer you focus in on her crotch and notice something you didn’t quite catch the first time… what seems like… a bulk. She stops infront of you and digs her thumbs down the edge of her trouser and it suddenly it lights up for you… oh no… IT’S A TRAP! She pulls down her pants, out springs out a big, healthy, long, girthy baloney pony. This absolute titan of a custard cannon would bring Jonah Falcon to shame. Keep in mind, she’s 15, yet she’s packing like she’s 50 and black. “Okay mister” she says with a commanding and stern voice like that of a drill sergeant, “open up”. It can’t get much worse from here you think as you follow her instructions without hesitation. You gape open wide, “‘Shatter my anus’ were you?” she says she grabs you by the back fo your head and thrusts her absolute unit down your throat, your cock can’t handle it anymore and explodes, the orgasm helps releave the pain. Like with your anus, it starts of slowly, but she picks up pace.

So here you are, you legs spread, you’re bent over a couch with your arms held tighly back while two huge cocks are infiltrating your insides from both ends. Your vision darkens, the sounds turn to echoes and vanish, you feel numbness, then nothing. Then you wake up, you hear horses, you’re one a carriage. A big, buff man dressed in leather with long, beautiful blond hair and blue eyes sits in front of you on the carriage. You can’t move your arms, they’re tightly knit together. As you slowly take in your surroundings he looks at you and says “Hey, you. You’re finally awake.”