The Walls: A Maze Runner Fanfic
Thomas was in the glade, staring longingly at the walls. He figured what it would be like for him to fuck 'em. With that hard rock, he thought it would feel amazing to have your peener squished like that. He was willing to give it a shot. He got distracted when someone called him over to do something. The rest of the day, Thomas was waiting for the sun to go down so he could finally get his chance. I don't blame him though, with no women in the Glade (Theresa isn't here yet) there's really nobody to have sex with. Unless you were down for anal, which Thomas, straight as a board, really didn't want to think about. Instead, he had his mind set on those goddamn walls.
Eventually, the day passed on by. Thomas was super horny by then, ready to get it on. It the end of the day, and the walls were gonna close soon. Thomas approached the walls. A few Gladers ran out after him when they saw him getting close, but stopped when they saw that Thomas was taking off his pants. He was getting excited at the mere thought of sticking his juice bone inside those walls. Thomas slowly approached the walls, shaking with excitement. He was starting to have second thoughts. But then he ultimately decided "Fuck it, let's fuck it." He rested his cock inside the maze entrance, ever so ready. By then, all the Gladers were surrounding Thomas. A few even snickering about how small his dick is. But nobody said a word. Didn't even attempt to stop him, mainly because they knew what was going to happen and they're just dicks to Thomas' dick. Thomas didn't care. He only had one thing and one thing only on his mind.
He had to fuck those walls.
Everyone felt the walls shake. Thomas and his dongle perked up. The walls slowly inched along. The Gladers were just staring at him, for the most part trying to figure out why the actual fuck he would do something like this. Thomas' heart was racing. The walls were moving too damn slow. He was starting to get flaccid. But then, as soon as the walls grazed his schlong, Thomas got so hard. Then the walls started squeezing his dick more… and more… and it wouldn't stop. Thomas got worried. He tried pulling out, but he couldn't. He was too dry. The Gladers were all staring in shock. They all heard a snap.
Thomas was in tears. He was howling in pain. You could hear it over the loud-ass noise the walls make when they move. Thomas eventually passed out, the remains of his lovestick tearing off while he fell over. He never woke again. The next day, the Gladers decided to push Thomas and the bloody, mangled mess that used to be Thomas' dude piston into the maze. The Grievers ate Thomas and his noodle over a candlelit dinner that night.
Eventually, the day passed on by. Thomas was super horny by then, ready to get it on. It the end of the day, and the walls were gonna close soon. Thomas approached the walls. A few Gladers ran out after him when they saw him getting close, but stopped when they saw that Thomas was taking off his pants. He was getting excited at the mere thought of sticking his juice bone inside those walls. Thomas slowly approached the walls, shaking with excitement. He was starting to have second thoughts. But then he ultimately decided "Fuck it, let's fuck it." He rested his cock inside the maze entrance, ever so ready. By then, all the Gladers were surrounding Thomas. A few even snickering about how small his dick is. But nobody said a word. Didn't even attempt to stop him, mainly because they knew what was going to happen and they're just dicks to Thomas' dick. Thomas didn't care. He only had one thing and one thing only on his mind.
He had to fuck those walls.
Everyone felt the walls shake. Thomas and his dongle perked up. The walls slowly inched along. The Gladers were just staring at him, for the most part trying to figure out why the actual fuck he would do something like this. Thomas' heart was racing. The walls were moving too damn slow. He was starting to get flaccid. But then, as soon as the walls grazed his schlong, Thomas got so hard. Then the walls started squeezing his dick more… and more… and it wouldn't stop. Thomas got worried. He tried pulling out, but he couldn't. He was too dry. The Gladers were all staring in shock. They all heard a snap.
Thomas was in tears. He was howling in pain. You could hear it over the loud-ass noise the walls make when they move. Thomas eventually passed out, the remains of his lovestick tearing off while he fell over. He never woke again. The next day, the Gladers decided to push Thomas and the bloody, mangled mess that used to be Thomas' dude piston into the maze. The Grievers ate Thomas and his noodle over a candlelit dinner that night.