ppoooors sat upon his throne, his cock aching. He had been nearly 20 minutes without a good fap, and it was beginning to take its toll upon his ravaged body. He had one good, strong arm that he used for fapping, and the rest of his limbs had withered away to almost nothing. The release of an orgasm had become the only part of his life worth living for.
"WHERE IS MY NEW PORN!?" He bellowed, causing his attendant to quake in fear at his master's fury. "Yes master, right away master," the abused, traumatized man said as he scurried downstairs to check on the progress of the porn artists in the sweatshop below. He returned harried and worn, and clearly fearful for his life.
"M-master," the attendant said, his face white. "N-none of the p-projects have finished their next update..."
ppoooors slammed his fist onto his armrest so loudly the wood snapped in two, his face purpling with rage. "WHAAAAAAAT!?!?!?" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Spittle flew everywhere and his voice grew hoarse as he continued, "THE INSOLENCE!! THE OUTRAGE!!! PICK ONE OF THEM AT RANDOM AND BEHEAD THEM EVERY 5 SECONDS UNTIL MY NEW PORN IS FINISHED THEN!! AND IF I HAVEN'T GOT MY NEW PORN IN 5 MINUTES I'LL HAVE THEM ALL FLAYED ALIVE, AND YOU TOO, YOU WORTHLESS SACK OF FILTH!"
"Yes master, right away master..." The attendant sighed as he went back down the stairs to fulfill his master's horrible orders. It couldn't be helped. After all, who could refuse the demands of some random horny boy on the internet who doesn't even pay for content?