Michigan Governor Declares Gay BDSM Club With ‘Glory Holes’ An ‘Essential’ Service

SouthsideJohnny

Well-known member
Old World Underground
DUDE IMAGINE LIKE. JUST IMAGINE TRYING TO SAUNTER YOUR WAY DOWN A TWISTY HALLWAY AND LIKE. ALL THESE GAY NIGGERS POKING YOU IN THE THIGH AND SHIT WITH THEIR DICKS THROUGH THE WALL LIKE, UGH TOUCH IT.. UGH YEAH YOU WANT THIS MAZE DICK? GO ON TOUCH THE MAZE DICK. YEAH. IT'S SO BENDY. JUST LIKE THIS MAZE. UGH.
"Come on, it's your turn to enter the Chocolate Starfish Exploration Exhibition!"

The darkness of the maze was foreboding, but strangely comforting, in a really bizarre and twisted way I couldn't quite wrap my head around. I had no clue the full extent of the horrors I faced once I entered the labyrinth of wretched sodomy staring straight through my soul. but I did know that the row of erect phalluses peeking through the glory holes that apparently lurked within it were thankfully obscured by the almost supernatural blackness that filled in.

I inched in slowly, my butthole clenched harder than Brad Griffin's 2 inch pecker when he sees a shutdown-induced laid-off white man buying heroin with his rapidly depleting stimulus money. I tried to make sure that whatever lied inside the hidden abyss of this cursed Detroit bathhouse could only steal my pride, and not my virginity. As I continued onward, I encountered my first obstacle. It was a small, seemingly cylindircal object blocking my path, roughly at waist level. At first I thought it was some sort of metal bar placed in the way for whatever gay reason this place could come up with, but then it started to shift around a bit, and I was hit by one of the most startling and disturbing revelations of my life.

"Nigga that's a fuckin' cock"

I awkwardly Fosbury-flopped over the dick and struggled to catch my breath on the ground. Whatever this place was, no real cock was that long. Not even whatever BBC porn ModerateGains watches could contain a penis that fucking big. The only reasonable conclusion I could come to was that some sort of supernatural faggotry was at work, purposely designed to cause levels of arsehole banditry unknown among any known human civilization.

I continued hesitantly further. As I moved forward, I experienced even more disturbing horrors. My body was subject to an all-out buffet of cocks of all sorts of penises of varying lengths, though most of the time they barely grazed me. During this time, I could hear the sodomites talking as they lied in wait for their prey. Strangely, as I listened closely to them, they seemed to be exclusively reading Mike Enoch tweets in obnoxiously gay voices. With each obscure piece of Holocaust trivia and coronavirus hysteria I listened to, I became more and more confused. I wasn't confused that they were gay and reading this stuff, per se, but I found it very surprising and strange that people in general actually read his twitter. I almost convinced myself that I was trapped in some sort of nightmare, but what happened next would convince me that what I was experiencing was completely real.

After what felt like hours of torture fit only for an Israeli interrogation room, I finally saw the most welcome sight of my life so far.

Light.

The moment the glint of white reached my eyes, I went straight into a full-on sprint. My miraculously preserved ass was hauled at record speed, even faster, if anyone can believe it, than Occidental Dissent's web traffic. Before I knew it, I was out of the darkness, but my newfound situation would only raise more questions than answers. I ran headlong out of the dark corridor and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. I was in a small room, utterly empty and featureless except for the ethereal, shining white light of the four walls that confined me. As I rose to my feet, I struggled to make sense of the strange new world I now inhibited. I felt compelled to consider my options. I could stay in this featureless void, and perhaps hope that somehow I could find an exit other than the all-consuming darkness that laid behind. Or I could run back through the cacophony of Holocaust trivia and unnaturally large gay cock I already suffered through, in the hopes of finding my way back to the beginning.

By my guess, I waited several years in that room, though it might as well have been several centuries. I lost the need to eat, drink, and piss as I languished in the unceasing monotony of the light, but the burning desire for basic human contact and external stimulation. I searched for weeks at a time for an exit separate from the darkness, only to collapse in dismay and admit defeat. I wrote entire books in my head, counted to the billions and all the way back down again, and even tried to make sense of some of Notsure's posts, but nothing was able to pass the eternity I was experiencing. Of course, I knew that I could leave at any time. But the dark corridor I came in from did not beckon, but only repelled. The horror of hearing one more Holocaust document debunking was enough to keep me away.

But that would all change, in a way so disturbing that it haunts the very pit of my soul to this day.

As I laid in my torturous abode, I suddenly began to hear voices. At first, they started as a whisper so faint that they could easily be brushed aside as some sort of weird trick of the mind. But as they grew in intensity, they became harder and harder to ignore. The voice was vaguely familiar, and obviously homosexual, but for the life of me I could not place it. I also struggled to make sense of what I was hearing, as the voices seemed to be from the same person, repeating the same statement at varying pitches and frequencies. But still I struggled to understand what was being said.

"Also...also...also homosexuality...Also, homosexuality seems to be a kind of last stand of implicit White identity."

"Yo, what?" I said to myself. I understood the words individually, but as a sentence it seemed to be completely insane gibberish. I pondered over the true meaning of this strange statement for a long time until it unfortunately it hit me. And once that occurred, my world was forever changed.

I instantly felt an unnatural mist fill the room, which set the stage for his...or should I say, their arrival, as I doubt that whatever entity I saw that day was human, or some sort of unknown entity let loose from a dimension incomprehensible to the human, or at the very least the heterosexual. mind. The being had the disembodied head and torso of Richard Spencer, but its head was impossibly oblong in shape, somewhat resemblina a hard-boiled egg. Its forehead in particular seemed impossibly large, as if its hairline were practicing social distancing from its face. Its eyes, in addition were glowing with an unnatural brightness, which made them impossible to look at for any serious period of time. If it were not for the entity's other, more striking qualities, I could probably best describe it as a particularly doughy version of Humpty Dumpty.

Perhaps the most disturbing part of this figure was its nipples. They were impossibly and cartoonishly large, to the point where they nearly stretched its blue shirt to the point of breaking. Their protrusion was so obnoxious and disgusting that their existence almost seemed to be a type of mockery of any normal person that laid eyes on them. The blatant disregard for even the most basic standards of beauty expressed by this monster's gargantuan areolas told me more effectively than any words that I was at this demon's utter and total mercy.

"Hello, my friend. I've been expecting you for a very, very long time," he chuckled faggily to himself.

"You may be wondering what this place is, and why I have taken so long to come to you. You see, I have given myself the inexorably Herculean task of extending my world to yours, so I may totally consume it. You may know me by my avatar, "Richard Spencer," but that is merely the form I have taken on your planet. In reality, I am no mere human, as your folk call yourselves, but the incredibly powerful ruler of a parallel universe unknowable to your kind. Long ago, I devised a plan to create a portal to your world, one that was large enough to allow my entire army to cross into this existence and conquer it. And through my almighty and unstoppable power, I built one. nestled quietly in the back end of a glory hole maze at a Detroit bathhouse. But it is not big enough, and not properly securely tethered to this world, for me to commence my conquest. So I spent decades following my plan. My invention of the alt-right, my promotion of homosexuality, my crippling alcoholism, and even my years of spousal abuse brought us to this moment. You see, as you have been lying in wait for your doom within this room, you have also been bridging the gap between your world and mine. Your very presence here connects our universes in a way that would not be possible otherwise, and allows me to grow my wormhole to the point where the entire armed forces of my cosmic realm will invade yours, and shit fury all over the world you love."

I was utterly confused.

"Wait, hold up a second. How does inventing the alt-right have anything to do with this? Like where did that part come from?"

"Ah, clever one you are...how inherently Faustian. You see, I am not truly a "white nationalist" as I tend to call myself on Earth. I am somewhat like what your type would call a "fed," though not for some puny earthly power. My goal is to degrade and destroy your universe to make its conquest as easy as possible for my soldiers, and I have found that the best way to degrade the psychic resistance of your world is to promote unbridled, unchecked faggotry among all its residents. As your movement posed a threat to this, I infiltrated it, masterminding the Charlottesville fiasco and disturbing people with my repulsive behavior. By the time you entered that maze, my demolition of the movement was complete. All that is left is my coronation as emperor of your planet."

He paused for a while, as I struggled to comprehend the thought of my planet in ruins, covered by roaming gangs of floating eggheads raping and murdering my fellow compatriots with impunity.

"But I am eternally grateful to you, son, for your confinement here. Your suffering has given me the opportunity to add another universe to my collection. For that, I am willing to offer you a position in my army. I will make you like me, giving you power that your limited brain could have never dreamed of. You will be given the right to lead my rape gangs and have your way with the various varieties of alien pussy I conquer on a regular basis. Luxuries will be available that will dwarf even the greatest pleasures of your world. And all you have to do, my friend, is join me."

I could not stand to look at this disgusting freak any longer. I made up my mind, and ran back through the corridor.

He gave chase behind me as I sped through the darkness. His impassioned cries of "Running away from me is undoubtedly Sisyphean" and "I predicted back in 2018 you would run away from me" became more and more faint as time went on, until eventually they ceased altogether. As I continued to run through the maze, I noticed that the cocks were absent, as well as the steady diet of Holocaust facts their owners loved to supply. Finally, I reached the nightclub. I ran straight out the door, took a right down the street and did not stop until I was sitting in my car with the door firmly locked.

To this day, I still do not know who, or what, it is I saw in the glory hole maze of that gay bar in the ass end of Detroit, or what threat it may continue to pose to our world. All I know is that Richard Spencer, whoever he is, can not be trusted by anyone concerned about the safety of our people.
 

Italo-Canadian

Jesus is King
Old World Underground
So this is a parody site right? This can't be real... I'm not in the same country, but I haven't had a haircut since March... this is absolutely insane. Meanwhile, sodomites get to do vile things to each other...
 

Panzerhund

America First - Appalachia Brimstone Bro
Old World Underground
"Come on, it's your turn to enter the Chocolate Starfish Exploration Exhibition!"

The darkness of the maze was foreboding, but strangely comforting, in a really bizarre and twisted way I couldn't quite wrap my head around. I had no clue the full extent of the horrors I faced once I entered the labyrinth of wretched sodomy staring straight through my soul. but I did know that the row of erect phalluses peeking through the glory holes that apparently lurked within it were thankfully obscured by the almost supernatural blackness that filled in.

I inched in slowly, my butthole clenched harder than Brad Griffin's 2 inch pecker when he sees a shutdown-induced laid-off white man buying heroin with his rapidly depleting stimulus money. I tried to make sure that whatever lied inside the hidden abyss of this cursed Detroit bathhouse could only steal my pride, and not my virginity. As I continued onward, I encountered my first obstacle. It was a small, seemingly cylindircal object blocking my path, roughly at waist level. At first I thought it was some sort of metal bar placed in the way for whatever gay reason this place could come up with, but then it started to shift around a bit, and I was hit by one of the most startling and disturbing revelations of my life.

"Nigga that's a fuckin' cock"

I awkwardly Fosbury-flopped over the dick and struggled to catch my breath on the ground. Whatever this place was, no real cock was that long. Not even whatever BBC porn ModerateGains watches could contain a penis that fucking big. The only reasonable conclusion I could come to was that some sort of supernatural faggotry was at work, purposely designed to cause levels of arsehole banditry unknown among any known human civilization.

I continued hesitantly further. As I moved forward, I experienced even more disturbing horrors. My body was subject to an all-out buffet of cocks of all sorts of penises of varying lengths, though most of the time they barely grazed me. During this time, I could hear the sodomites talking as they lied in wait for their prey. Strangely, as I listened closely to them, they seemed to be exclusively reading Mike Enoch tweets in obnoxiously gay voices. With each obscure piece of Holocaust trivia and coronavirus hysteria I listened to, I became more and more confused. I wasn't confused that they were gay and reading this stuff, per se, but I found it very surprising and strange that people in general actually read his twitter. I almost convinced myself that I was trapped in some sort of nightmare, but what happened next would convince me that what I was experiencing was completely real.

After what felt like hours of torture fit only for an Israeli interrogation room, I finally saw the most welcome sight of my life so far.

Light.

The moment the glint of white reached my eyes, I went straight into a full-on sprint. My miraculously preserved ass was hauled at record speed, even faster, if anyone can believe it, than Occidental Dissent's web traffic. Before I knew it, I was out of the darkness, but my newfound situation would only raise more questions than answers. I ran headlong out of the dark corridor and collapsed to the ground in exhaustion. I was in a small room, utterly empty and featureless except for the ethereal, shining white light of the four walls that confined me. As I rose to my feet, I struggled to make sense of the strange new world I now inhibited. I felt compelled to consider my options. I could stay in this featureless void, and perhaps hope that somehow I could find an exit other than the all-consuming darkness that laid behind. Or I could run back through the cacophony of Holocaust trivia and unnaturally large gay cock I already suffered through, in the hopes of finding my way back to the beginning.

By my guess, I waited several years in that room, though it might as well have been several centuries. I lost the need to eat, drink, and piss as I languished in the unceasing monotony of the light, but the burning desire for basic human contact and external stimulation. I searched for weeks at a time for an exit separate from the darkness, only to collapse in dismay and admit defeat. I wrote entire books in my head, counted to the billions and all the way back down again, and even tried to make sense of some of Notsure's posts, but nothing was able to pass the eternity I was experiencing. Of course, I knew that I could leave at any time. But the dark corridor I came in from did not beckon, but only repelled. The horror of hearing one more Holocaust document debunking was enough to keep me away.

But that would all change, in a way so disturbing that it haunts the very pit of my soul to this day.

As I laid in my torturous abode, I suddenly began to hear voices. At first, they started as a whisper so faint that they could easily be brushed aside as some sort of weird trick of the mind. But as they grew in intensity, they became harder and harder to ignore. The voice was vaguely familiar, and obviously homosexual, but for the life of me I could not place it. I also struggled to make sense of what I was hearing, as the voices seemed to be from the same person, repeating the same statement at varying pitches and frequencies. But still I struggled to understand what was being said.

"Also...also...also homosexuality...Also, homosexuality seems to be a kind of last stand of implicit White identity."

"Yo, what?" I said to myself. I understood the words individually, but as a sentence it seemed to be completely insane gibberish. I pondered over the true meaning of this strange statement for a long time until it unfortunately it hit me. And once that occurred, my world was forever changed.

I instantly felt an unnatural mist fill the room, which set the stage for his...or should I say, their arrival, as I doubt that whatever entity I saw that day was human, or some sort of unknown entity let loose from a dimension incomprehensible to the human, or at the very least the heterosexual. mind. The being had the disembodied head and torso of Richard Spencer, but its head was impossibly oblong in shape, somewhat resemblina a hard-boiled egg. Its forehead in particular seemed impossibly large, as if its hairline were practicing social distancing from its face. Its eyes, in addition were glowing with an unnatural brightness, which made them impossible to look at for any serious period of time. If it were not for the entity's other, more striking qualities, I could probably best describe it as a particularly doughy version of Humpty Dumpty.

Perhaps the most disturbing part of this figure was its nipples. They were impossibly and cartoonishly large, to the point where they nearly stretched its blue shirt to the point of breaking. Their protrusion was so obnoxious and disgusting that their existence almost seemed to be a type of mockery of any normal person that laid eyes on them. The blatant disregard for even the most basic standards of beauty expressed by this monster's gargantuan areolas told me more effectively than any words that I was at this demon's utter and total mercy.

"Hello, my friend. I've been expecting you for a very, very long time," he chuckled faggily to himself.

"You may be wondering what this place is, and why I have taken so long to come to you. You see, I have given myself the inexorably Herculean task of extending my world to yours, so I may totally consume it. You may know me by my avatar, "Richard Spencer," but that is merely the form I have taken on your planet. In reality, I am no mere human, as your folk call yourselves, but the incredibly powerful ruler of a parallel universe unknowable to your kind. Long ago, I devised a plan to create a portal to your world, one that was large enough to allow my entire army to cross into this existence and conquer it. And through my almighty and unstoppable power, I built one. nestled quietly in the back end of a glory hole maze at a Detroit bathhouse. But it is not big enough, and not properly securely tethered to this world, for me to commence my conquest. So I spent decades following my plan. My invention of the alt-right, my promotion of homosexuality, my crippling alcoholism, and even my years of spousal abuse brought us to this moment. You see, as you have been lying in wait for your doom within this room, you have also been bridging the gap between your world and mine. Your very presence here connects our universes in a way that would not be possible otherwise, and allows me to grow my wormhole to the point where the entire armed forces of my cosmic realm will invade yours, and shit fury all over the world you love."

I was utterly confused.

"Wait, hold up a second. How does inventing the alt-right have anything to do with this? Like where did that part come from?"

"Ah, clever one you are...how inherently Faustian. You see, I am not truly a "white nationalist" as I tend to call myself on Earth. I am somewhat like what your type would call a "fed," though not for some puny earthly power. My goal is to degrade and destroy your universe to make its conquest as easy as possible for my soldiers, and I have found that the best way to degrade the psychic resistance of your world is to promote unbridled, unchecked faggotry among all its residents. As your movement posed a threat to this, I infiltrated it, masterminding the Charlottesville fiasco and disturbing people with my repulsive behavior. By the time you entered that maze, my demolition of the movement was complete. All that is left is my coronation as emperor of your planet."

He paused for a while, as I struggled to comprehend the thought of my planet in ruins, covered by roaming gangs of floating eggheads raping and murdering my fellow compatriots with impunity.

"But I am eternally grateful to you, son, for your confinement here. Your suffering has given me the opportunity to add another universe to my collection. For that, I am willing to offer you a position in my army. I will make you like me, giving you power that your limited brain could have never dreamed of. You will be given the right to lead my rape gangs and have your way with the various varieties of alien pussy I conquer on a regular basis. Luxuries will be available that will dwarf even the greatest pleasures of your world. And all you have to do, my friend, is join me."

I could not stand to look at this disgusting freak any longer. I made up my mind, and ran back through the corridor.

He gave chase behind me as I sped through the darkness. His impassioned cries of "Running away from me is undoubtedly Sisyphean" and "I predicted back in 2018 you would run away from me" became more and more faint as time went on, until eventually they ceased altogether. As I continued to run through the maze, I noticed that the cocks were absent, as well as the steady diet of Holocaust facts their owners loved to supply. Finally, I reached the nightclub. I ran straight out the door, took a right down the street and did not stop until I was sitting in my car with the door firmly locked.

To this day, I still do not know who, or what, it is I saw in the glory hole maze of that gay bar in the ass end of Detroit, or what threat it may continue to pose to our world. All I know is that Richard Spencer, whoever he is, can not be trusted by anyone concerned about the safety of our people.
Bro that was some Neil Gaiman level writing
 

Jozef_Tiso

Well-known member
Old World Underground
If there is one thing we have learned from this pandemic, it is this. Fags/women are important constituencies for the democrat party. Abortion and anonymous sex are sacraments to these people.
 

RightRevival

Active member
while fucking and getring fucked from each individual glory hole?
I think you will find the purpose of a glory hole is not to get anally fucked through a hole - if you think of the mechanics of it, it would be difficult - but to be "given head" by the person on the other side of the hole (you would never even know if it was Greg Johnson or not).
 
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