>“I beat you because I wanted to FUCK you, Bevvie, that’s

So this is why Stephen has a networth of 400 million.

Did he actually say that

How about a blowjob, Eddie?

>>85804989
Are you retarded? Or are you retarded?

>>85804883
Is THAT scene going to be in the movie?

>>85804989
Raimi didn't fuck around.

>>85804883
70% of King's book have references to child sex in it. No doubt he's a pedo.

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>kids get ripped apart and murdered in other brutal ways
>the few burgers who can actually read find it intriguing
>some sexual stuff also happens
>"can he... can he do that? that's terrible!"

god I can't wait for the orgy scene

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IM FIRING MUH LAZOR

Someone post the bullies giving themselves handjobs

>>85805124
>Do you know who really killed the six million?

Jesus, I didn't know Raimi was a stealth writer.

>>85805143
fucking this

>>85805323
have this instead

Thut up! the Library Policeman grunts, and gives Sam a hard shake. The bones in Sam's hand grind together painfully. His head wobbles on his neck. They have reached a little clearing in the jungle of bushes now, a cove where the junipers have been smashed flat and the ferns broken off, and Sam understands that this is more than a place the Library Cop knows; it is a place he has made.

Thut up, or the fine will only be the beginning! I'll have to call your mother and tell her what a bad bay you've been! Do you want that?

No! Sam weeps. I'll pay the fine! I'll pay it, mister, but please don't hurt me!

The Library Policeman spins Little White Walking Sam around.

Put your hands up on the wall! Thpread your feet! Now! Quick!

Still sobbing, but terrified that his mother may find out he has done something bad enough to merit this sort of treatment, Little White Walking Sam does as the Library Cop tells him. The red bricks are cool, cool in the shade of the bushes which lie against this side of the building in a tangled, untidy heap. He sees a narrow window at ground level. It looks down into the Library's boiler room. Bare bulbs shaded with rounds of tin like Chinese coolie hats hang over the giant boiler; the duct-pipes throw weird octopustangles of shadow. He sees a janitor standing at the far wall, his back to the window, reading dials and making notes on a clipboard.

The Library Cop seizes Sam's pants and pulls them down. His underpants come with them. He jerks as the cool air strikes his bum.

Thdeady, the Library Policeman pants. Don't move. Once you pay the fine, son, it's over . . . and no one needth to know.

Something heavy and hot presses itself against his bottom. Little White Walking Sam jerks again.

>>85805124
It was a different time.

>>85805518
Thdeady, the Library Policeman says. He is panting harder now; Sam feels hot blurts of breath on his left shoulder and smells Sen-Sen. He is lost in terror now, but terror isn't all that he feels: there is shame, as well. He has been dragged into the shadows, is being forced to submit to this grotesque, unknown punishment, because he has been late returning The Black Arrow. If he had only known that fines could run this high—!

The heavy thing jabs into his bottom, thrusting his buttocks apart. A horrible, tearing pain laces upward from Little White Walking Sam's vitals. There has never been pain like this, never in the world.

He drops The Black Arrow and shoves his wrist sideways into his mouth, gagging his own cries.

Thdeady, the Library Wolf pants, and now his hands descend on Sam's shoulders and he is rocking back and forth, in and out, back and forth, in and out. Thdeady . . . thdeaady . . . oooh! Thdeeeaaaaaaddyyyyy—

>>85805545
Gasping and rocking, the Library Cop pounds what feels like a huge hot bar of steel in and out of Sam's bum; Sam stares with wide eyes into the Library basement, which is in another universe, an orderly universe where gruesome things like this don't ever happen. He watches the janitor nod, tuck his clipboard under his arm, and walk toward the door at the far end of the room. If the janitor turned his head just a little and raised his eyes slightly, he would see a face peering in the window at him, the pallid, wide-eyed face of a little boy with red licorice on his lips. Part of Sam wants the janitor to do just that—to rescue him the way the woodcutter rescued Little Red Riding Hood—but most of him knows the janitor would only turn away, disgusted, at the sight of another bad little boy submitting to his just punishment at the hands of the Briggs Avenue Library Cop.

Thdeadeeeeeeeeeee! the Library Wolf whisper-screams as the janitor goes out the door and into the rest of his orderly universe without looking around. The Wolf thrusts even further forward and for one agonized second the pain becomes so bad Little White Walking Sam is sure his belly will explode, that whatever it is the Library Cop has stuck up his bottom will simply come raving out the front of him, pushing his guts ahead of it.

The Library Cop collapses against him in a smear of rancid sweat, panting harshly, and Sam slips to his knees under his weight. As he does, the massive object—no longer quite so massive—pulls out of him, but Sam can feel wetness all over his bottom. He is afraid to put his hands back there. He is afraid that when they come back he will discover he has become Little Red Bleeding Sam.

>>85805574
The Library Cop suddenly grasps Sam's arm and pulls him around to face him. His face is redder than ever, flushed in puffy, hectic bands like warpaint across his cheeks and forehead.

Look at you! the Library Cop says. His face pulls together in a knot of contempt and disgust. Look at you with your panth down and your little dingle out! You liked it, didn't you? YOU LIKED It!

Sam cannot reply. He can only weep. He pulls his underwear and his pants up together, as they were pulled down. He can feel mulch inside them, prickling his violated bottom, but he doesn't care. He squirms backward from the Library Cop until his back is to the Library's red brick wall. He can feel tough branches of ivy, like the bones of a large, fleshless hand, poking into his back. He doesn't care about this, either. All he cares about is the shame and terror and the sense of worthlessness that now abide in him, and of these three the shame is the greatest. The shame is beyond comprehension.

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>>85804883
>I wanted to SUCK your CLIT up between my teeth, YUM-YUM, Bevvie, oooohhhhh, YUMMY IN MY TUMMY,

Can any non-virgin guy on /tv/ please inform me if this is pleasurable or not for women.

>>85805802
If I tried that during cunnilingus the response would probably be worried laughter. It would definitely, uh, kill the mood.

>>85805802
eating pussy has actually become a meme, it's not that pleasurable and most women prefer a finger

>>85805802
If you suck pussy, you'll suck anythng.

>>85806097
t. projecting fanook

>>85805518
>>85805545
>>85805574
>>85805598
>gives you bram stroker award

>>85806485
Was bev a kid or an adult when this happened?

>>85805802
>putting your mouth on someone's genitals
what am I a women

>>85805802
Eating cunt is cool when you're a teenager. I barely ever do it and I only do to normalize oral sex for girls who are less experienced.

>>85805802

>most sensible part of the woman's body
>put it right between your teeth

what do you think my man

>>85805209
wow, this is a literally ancient meme. thanks for reminding me of it

>>85805209
Does anon's dick fit inside?

>>85805209
WHAT THE FUCK *BOOOOOOOOOOOM*

>>85805323
How can you give yourself a handjob? Isn't that just masturbation?

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https://youtu.be/OSeEWYngOQk
>the voice
>the smile
And to think people ever doubted Bill Skarsgard