Dan "Too Late" Early signed a one year deal with Green. He was about to become an unrestricted free agent. There were rumors that he would be signing with Chartreuse. He was seen at an all-you-can-eat buffet with Chartreuse GM Buster Hyman. When asked about the meeting, Early said, "I liked the crab cakes and the egg rolls the best".
We now continue with Moe's Adventure (part III):
The mood around the village was quite festive. The women brought Moe some mangos and crocodile meat to eat as well as some fresh water to drink. The sun was beginning to go down and a large fire was blazing in the center of the village. The women were dancing around the fire to the sound of drums. Moe was quite anxious about what lay in store for him. Suddenly, there was some yelling and the chief appeared wearing nothing but some beads and war paint. The drums stopped and the women grew silent. She approached Moe and signaled for him to stand up. She stared at Moe and then she untied the rope that was around his neck and led him to her hut. She turned to the other women and yelled something and they all began to shout and the drums began to pound again. She grabbed Moe by his johnson and began stroking him. Moe knew that if he didn't perform he would end up being served for dinner. The pressure was on. After a few minutes it became apparent that Moe was not going to rise to the occasion. The chief became very angry and smacked Moe across the side of his head. She yelled something at him. She then knocked Moe to the ground and kicked him several times in the back and ribs. She left the hut as Moe lay on the ground in a heap. A few minutes later, the drums stopped and the chief returned with several other women and they dragged Moe out of the hut and dumped near the fire in the center of the village. Moe watched as four women dragged a large cast iron pot over to the fire. They filled the pot with water and set it about to boil. Many of the savages approached Moe and mocked him. They kicked, punched and even spit on him. Moe began to lose all hope. Being boiled alive like a lobster was not the way anyone wants to die, especially Moe. Suddenly, Moe remembered the Viagra pills that Clinton stuffed in his sock. He realized that they may be his last hope of redeeming himself before these savage beauties. But, how was he going to get them with his hands tied behind his back? As the time past waiting for the large pot of water to reach a boil, many women took there turns abusing poor Moe. However, Moe had noticed one woman who seemed to take pity on him. She had given him some water to drink and took no part in the abuse. Moe motioned to her and she approached. He indicated to her that his hands were in pain and that he would like her to untie them. She seemed to understand. She looked around to see if the others were watching and then quickly reached down and untied the knot that bound his hands. Moe seized the opportunity to reach into his sock and grab the Viagra pills. Suddenly one of the other savages noticed that he was untied and she started yelling at him. Moe had to act fast. He tossed all five pills in his mouth and began to swallow them down before the angry bitches could stop him. The woman grabbed him and bound his hands once again. They kicked and punched him and yelled at him. Moe lay on the ground in discomfort with blood oozing from his nose and mouth. Another hour passed and now Moe could see steam rising furiously from the iron pot. He knew his time was nearing the end. The chief approached Moe and yelled in his face. Her breasts slapping Moe across the face as she berated him. Moe suddenly found this rather exciting. He was lifted to his feet by several of the women who were to lead him to the boiling pot. The chief stopped yelling and her eyes grew wide. Moe heard a collective gasp from the tribe and he saw them all looking at his crotch. Moe looked down and to his surprise he saw his erect penis. The chief grabbed Moe and pulled him to her. She reached behind Moe and untied his hands. She laid down on the ground and spread her legs and Moe knew right then and there that THIS was his one opportunity to save himself. Moe mounted the savage queen and he began to thrust himself deep inside of her. The chief was moaning in ecstasy as Moe unloaded inside of her. But, Moe never lost his erection. As a matter of fact, he became aware that it was bigger than ever. He continued humping the savage bitch chief until she had orgasmed so many times that she rolled onto her side and passed out. One by one the women of the tribe took their turn with Moe. Each women became so exhausted from Moe's persistent hammering that they were passing out all around him. Sometime, just before sunrise, Moe had finished doing the last remaining tribe member. Now, Moe was the only conscious being in the village. This was his opportunity to make a break. He grabbed one of the canoes and pushed it down to the river's edge. He also took a spear,a knife, and some food with him. Into the canoe he climbed and away he paddled. He looked back and saw the carnage of savage beauties sleeping all over the ground. He didn't want to stay around to find out what they had in store for him next. Moe paddled furiously down the river for hours. He noticed that he still had an erection. It had been well over twelve hours and it showed no signs of going down. He knew that he'd better get to a doctor because he was well past the four hour warning limit. Would Moe find a doctor in the middle of the jungle? Would Moe's salvation now be his undoing? Find out what lies in stoe foe Moe in the next installment of The Pucking Files.
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