He's Bent - Updated - Collaboration With Rob Bettridge
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THIS IS A TOTALLY IMPROMTU COLLABORATION - ROB CONTINUED FROM MY ORIGINAL 'HE'S BENT' LIMERICK AND CHALLENGED ME TO CONTINUE THE STORY
I feel terribly sorry for Rodger
He developed a kink in his todger
It looked such a sight
when bent to the right
that his poor wife ran off with the lodger!
When his wife ran away from poor Rodger
Because of the shape of his todger
He cried and he moped
When she upped and eloped
In the dead of the night with the Lodger
But why feel so sorry for Rodger?
Who developed a kink in his todger
There are many that will
(Who just for the thrill)
Put a Smile on the face of that Codger
He is proud that he's now in demand
By those that admire his new stand
If kinky it seems
If only in dreams
To be diddled by Rodger's bent gland
Now Rodger's a **** Star, of late
Busy making the most of his fate
Though by straining too much
It has worn down a touch
To the point of appearing quite straight
Impressed by events from afar
Of her Ex who became a **** Star
She planned for a tryst
Twixt the hubby she missed
And the lodger.... 'Ménage à trois'
In the sack with Rodger and lodger
She did not expect them to dodge her
When they started to play
(To her utter dismay)
The lodger proved More bent than Rodger
When faced with their naughty nature
Which was something she just couldn't savour
Having quite lost her mind
She struck from behind
At the roots of their sordid behaviour
She didn't hold back from the guys
Extracting their blood and their cries
Antics nipped in the Bud
Not surprised that she would
Kick them out with raw fear in their eyes
Poor Rodger could no longer perform
He became so sad and forlorn
He saw his GP
For a costly fee
Could his todger be put back to norm?
His doc said he would operate
Get his todger to an upright state
to Rodger’s surprise
his todger could rise
now he needs to recuperate
So having been kicked into touch
They are walking with help from a crutch
Both Rodger and lodger
Keep trying to dodge her
As She has become a Dom Butch
She wears Fetish outfits so shocking
And Schools her pet subs with cruel mocking
When she's bound them with chain
The screams from their pain
Sees their lashes increase without stopping
Rodger and lodger; Now Cuckolds
Enslaved by their Bonds and Blindfolds
Feel the bite of her Crop
But don't wish her to stop
The control over them that she holds
(The Moral)
Be careful of what you may wish for
There could be surprises in store
Wishing all that you might
It could still be your plight
To get what you wished for - And More!
Collaboration with Rob Bettridge
Copyright © Jan Allison | Year Posted 2016
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