Your eyes slowly make their way up the towering body of Deryck Whibley from Sum 41. from his long, muscular white legs to the unsettling view of his naked cock, hanging between his legs like a heavy pendulum, to the cocky expression on his face. You recognise the rockstar as soon as you see his face - His trademark angsty frown and punk-rocker spiky hair. Even when Deryck smiles he seems to be glaring at you, and in another second he bends down and wraps his giant fingers around you.
"What are you doin' in here, runt?" He says with contempt. You're to onervous to stare at the mean-looking young man, and only stare up at his sarcastic glare until he squeezes you viciously in his hand. For a moment you're blinded with mind-numbing pain and you're certain that your bones will snap in his grip at any second, but then the giant loosens his grip. "Gonna answer me now, faggot?'" He hisses at you.
"I'm just a toy, Sir! Please don't hurt me! I'm waiting for my master to get bak and take me home!"
Deryck gets a devilish smile on his face. "Well.. Your master obviously didn't want you too bad if he left you here. Everyone knows accidents happen in places like this."
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