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From the Wrong Side of the Street

a BDSM story, in verse
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Her daddy was wealthy, a powerful judge
Her boyfriend, a rowdy athlete
Against whom her dad soon developed a grudge�
He was from the wrong side of the street!
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The judge warned the lad to stay clear of his daughter
And the boy dared to laugh in his face!
Then he boasted his dicking had already brought her
A craving no dad could displace!

That very same night, the lad failed to appear
For their next clandestine rendezvous
She tried calling and calling, but he wasn�t there
The poor girl started coming unglued!
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Cops found the young man tightly strapped to a bench
On the sidewalk along Courthouse Square
He was naked, and someone had whipped the poor wretch
And his pubis was shorn of its hair
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He was gagged with his jockey strap, having been stripped
With no sign of the rest of his clothes
Someone drenched him in urine and smeared him with shit
And left him disgraced and exposed
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Most horrific of all, he had been mutilated
His wounds heinous, and most indiscrete
The poor lad had been bull-whipped and fully castrated
With his Genitals tacked to a tree!
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Fresh sutures appeared there between the bound legs
Of the eunuch, once so well-endowed
Which prevented him bleeding out, under that tree
Where his Manhood hung, ample and proud
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Upon learning his fate, his girlfriend was distraught
When her father had brought her to see
The lesson anonymous privilege had taught
And left hanging there, tacked to that tree!
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