Gerard holds you in front of the other jarred slaves just long enough to make sure they all get a good look at his new plaything, before he walks to the other side of the room, pulls a chair away from his computer desk and drags it over until it sits before his open closet. Gerard places you on the polished surface of the chair, then stands tall over you. You watch him unbuckle his belt, slide the zipper down over his bulging package, then drop his jeans to his ankles. A thick, banana-like shape bends against the white jocks, anxious to be unleashed. You look up at the giant's coldly collected smile, and a shiver runs down your back. Whatever happens to you next, however horrible, is totally and completely the choice of Mr Gerard Way. He hooks his thick fingers under the jocks' waistband and pulls them down, dropping them to his ankles. His erection bounces in the air a moment, then stands, proud and magnificent, like a gigantic monument before you.. Then Gerard turns around, uses his hands to spread his butt cheeks, and sits right on top of you, swallowing you into his vile black hole. You see the pale flesh of his ass coming at you; that ominous dark bullseye in its centre, and don't have time to scream before the slimy walls wrapped around your tiny, wriggling body. Now Gerard sits in his chair, stroking his monolithic hard-on and watching the slaves stare in horrified silence at his latest act of cruelty. Half of the slaves have been forced up Mr Way's asshole atleast once. Even more haven't survived to tell the tale. You struggle around, tasting the brutal taste of Gerard's hot asshole, and Gerard decides to enhance the pleasure you're giving him. He places his feet up on the middle shelf, the soles of his shoes confronting one of the terrified slaves who's seen his own brother crunched under those same soles. His hole stretches, grinding you against the slimy walls more, and Gerard moans, a gutteral, primal noise. His orgasm is fast approaching...