What’s a boy-cunt? It is nor hand, nor foot, nor arm, nor face, nor any other part belonging to a man. O, be some other name! What’s in a name? That which we call a hairy twink hole, by any other name would taste as sweet.
So Trevor Knox, were his hole not a boy-cunt call’d, would retain that dear perfection which he owes without that title. Trevor Knox, doff thy name, and for that name which is no part of thee… I want to shove my dick in you so deep that you scream like a little whore.