Met this guy at the county fair. Moderately fugly, tall, slightly autistic. We hit it off pretty well. He offered to take me back to his shitty studio apartment for some sloppy drunk sex but I declined.
Thirty minutes later, I wake up bound and gagged, my own boxer briefs stuffed halfway down my throat and an entire empty bottle of Johnson and Johnson's baby oil up my ass.
I don't know what happened, or how this furfag managed to follow me home, but I can only assume that whatever transpired during my unconscious state was so sexually violating, it put P. Diddler to shame.