You never should've messed with the frats, bitch
They all saw your little petition, calling to ban frats for 'the toxic environment, homophobia and rape culture.' Of course they saw, after all they gathered every last one of your little papers from around campus and glued them to your little body and shoved them down your throat.
You're their first ever 'Fąg Piñata', strung up with your hands tied together out in the frat house lawn while they have a party. The football jocks supplied as many bats as they could need, so the bros take turns bashing you blindfolded, making sure you feel every ounce of toxicity you whined about.
They're all laughing and taunting you, and they keep asking when the "fąg candy" is gonna come out, as your bruised body start to bleed. Eventually, they frat president takes a go, swinging as hard as he can into your ribs with a CRACK
you let out an agonizing scream through the paper, but they all laugh, and just keep going harder, breaking your body more and more, until one gets the idea to shove one of these bloodied bats all the way up your fąggot ass.
in you last moments before blacking out you feel the most brutal pain of your life as your hole is stretched far past it's limits, and you hear a cacophony of laughter from the bros
"dude you're fucking wild! fuck yeah shove it harder"
"do what you were fucking born for fąggot! bet it fucking loves this"
"oh shit dude... that's a lot of fąg candy out it's ass... fuck it's pouring out... hell no don't stop, I think we're about to finish it bro!"
...And that was the last thing you ever heard. the jocks were never caught, and you learned your lesson. And next year, when the GSA president started whining too loud, they decided they were making this 'fąg piñata' a tradition.
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