7. Noir #4
But then he moved away and I could feel the blunt end of Big Mickey’s pole knocking for entrance.
I tried to hold the door shut, but my asshole’s strength was no match for the force of Big Mickey’s lustful cock.
He broke through the door and scooted down the long narrow hallway. The enemy was inside.
I know you’ve heard this before from guy’s who never thought they would dig getting fucked.
But, yeah, I liked it. I admit it. Shoot me.
How come so many guys are so hung up about having a fleshpole up their ass, when it feels so good?
People were really screwed up. They were afraid they were gonna like it, and wouldn’t that be just terrible?
So they had a conniption if anyone even mentioned assfucking or touched their butt or anything. Dumb shits.
Big Mickey shot his wad inside of me and it was warming me from the inside out. It seemed like cum was a natural energy source, and if we could get enough cum awash in the world, maybe we could even stop pumping oil. My rosette licked its lips when Big Mickey pulled out, savoring his root beer.
Then Mo and Wilbur started to get undressed.
I had forgotten about them. The goons. But why the hell not?
I liked getting fucked, so let them knock their brains out.
Mo had a normally large cock. But, Wilbur.
What he was packing between his legs was obscene.
Who could possibly ever take something more than a foot long and almost six inches around.
Who could possibly take that? Me? It seemed it was gonna be me.
Mo was a piece of cake. He slid it in and out and all around and I was loving it.
A little more to the right, guy. That’s it, sweetheart.
Now just a wee bit further in. Oh, yeah.
Right there. Hit it there. That’s real nice.
Fuck your good buddy, Mo. Fuck his hot ass.
Plow that big cock up there. Oh, man. Yeah.
But all good things must come to an end and so did this. The whole thing had been about Mo getting off, and he got off. I had another hot manload in me and my pussy smacked its lips one more time.
But now the test. Wilbur with his monstrosity.
I was tensing up even before he tried to put it in.
No. No. I advised myself. Be loose. Go with it.
Relax your body. Relax your whole body. Open it up.
Ya gotta be open. Open to everything. Open to Wilbur’s phallic deformation.
More than a foot. Wow. He pushed against me working the tip against my tight unwilling round muscle.
My asshole was spreading, spreading, spreading.
I screamed. My eyes were screwed shut, so I didn’t know who it was who put a bottle of funny smelling stuff under my nose.
When I inhaled it, everything went kind of dark, and I could see my own asshole spreading for Wilbur’s human eel.
The long eel was now swimming in more open waters, it’s little tail aflapping.
My ass was spreading around Wilbur’s dick.
It was way way up inside me. They gave me another sniff of that pain-deadening, sex-enhancing narcotic darkness.
I went into a warm flush, and again it was like my eyes were in my ass, watching the cock going in.
I wanted the cock in me. It felt good now.
If I could just keep sniffing that stuff and getting rammed with that big cock…… ..
But this good thing came to an end too. Another load of scum bubbled into my asshole.
When Wilbur pulled out his enormous plug, the scum bubbled out and down my legs and onto the mat.
Well. I had gotten through that. I had braved it, and Harold was still safe.
I had kept the boy out of their evil clutches.
I felt ennobled. If only I could have used that in my advertising.
‘I got fucked in the ass, but I kept my client safe.’
But I wasn’t finished. They had more fun and games in store for me.
Larry went into the dungeon next door and wheeled in some kind of a machine.
They wheeled it behind my behind. It was some kind of motorized dildo.
A fucking machine. They plugged it into my wet ass, but they didn’t turn on the motor yet.
Next they went and dragged Everett off the floor.
They laid him down on the table with his legs hanging over, his cock in front of my mouth.
They cuffed his hands above his shoulders onto the table.
They moved me in closer, and now they raised Everett’s legs and hung them over my shoulders. He was triangularized around my face.
“Suck him,” ordered Big Mickey.
I bent my head down and took Everett’s floppy wiener in my mouth. His wiener had been cold, but now it was cooking on the grill that was my tongue. It was getting bigger and stiffer and longer and harder.
“That’s good,” appraised Big Mickey. And suddenly my head was forced all the way down till my lips were tangled in Everett’s pubic bush.
The cock was lodged in my throat and I was choking.
I thought I would vomit. I thought I would pass out.
I struggled to accommodate Everett’s rigid penis.
Suddenly hands were everywhere. I didn’t know what was happening, but after that I couldn’t move.
I was locked in place with the stiff cock down my gullet.
I coughed and dribbled, as I realized that they had wound a mile of duct tape around us.
Around my head. Around Everett’s ass. We were taped together from here to eternity.
I had so much agony in my throat, that I had forgotten about the machine in my asshole.
Now Big Mickey flipped a switch and the motor started, and the artificial cock was mechanically and rhythmically plunging in and out of my increasingly sore tunnel.
I tried to moan out in protest, but Everett’s big dick was down my throat and only gargles came out.
“I think they’ll be fine for a while,” Big Mickey said to his thugs. “Have fun boys. We’ll be back later.” They left, and Everett and I and the machine were alone together.
I think Everett knew what his cock was doing to my throat, and he was trying to will it down. “Sorry about this, man,” he muttered to me. I just sputtered.
“I’m trying to lose the boner, but it just won’t go down. Your throat is so fucking hot,” he was complimenting me, I think. I sputtered again.
“AAAAGGGGHHH. AAAAGGGHHH. AAAAGGGG.” He was tossing his juice straight down my esophagus into my stomach. I didn’t even taste it. At least now his cock would shrink and I would be able to breathe.
Wrong. He came, and as my throat closed down on his tube, it hardened again.
Over the next hours, he shot and hardened, he shot and hardened.
It was endless. I think he was getting weak, but my throat action was too much to resist. His cock was just not going to rest in such a hospitable location.
And there was no dinner break. Everett was probably starving, but the protein shake I was ingesting from his cock and balls was at least giving me some nourishment.
Meanwhile the machine was assplugging me.
In and out and in and out and in and out—endlessly—the machine was not going to shoot a load.
In and out and in and out and…..to infinity, and my asswalls were on fire.
I never felt such pain. I was being fucked raw.
Between the pain and the lack of air, I was starting to lose consciousness.
I was gonna pass out. Yeah. I was gonna pass out.
And then I went down. Down. Down. Down. Down to another planet.
Down to another world. Red smoke was swirling all around me as I fell and fell and fell.
A hundred stories. I knew I was going to crash, but I never did.
Finally I landed at the bottom and took a step, but the bottom was only a ledge, and I fell and fell and fell.
Down. Down. Down. Another hundred stories to another planet which was only another ledge.
My heart was thudding in my chest, and I knew I was going to crash and burn.
Another swirl of red smoke closed around me, and I heard strange echoey, ghostly voices in my head.
I couldn’t make out what the voices were saying, because I was falling, falling, falling. Down. Down. Down.
As I painfully opened my eyes, I saw Big Mickey’s face peering into mine. I looked at him sideways, because I still had Everett’s big cock down my throat. And it was still hard. “Grraahh,” uttered Everett weakly as he shot another weak watery load down my gastrointestinal tract.
“Well?” asked Big Mickey. He cut the tape on one side and lifted my head so I could answer.
“The kid’s yours,” I assured him.
“Good. Now you see. If you’d only been reasonable to begin with, we could have avoided all this unpleasantness.” He turned to Everett. And what about you? When can I expect my money?”
“I’ll sell my house,” Everett decided.
“There. You see how easy life can be,” said Big Mickey. His smile was a mile wide. The goons looked at each other and nodded happily.
The next night we went to collect Harold.
Big Mickey got out his big black stretch limousine.
Larry drove and Curly sat next to him in the front seat.
Way back on the wide back seat, I sat at one window and Big Mickey sat at the other.
There would be plenty of room between us for the boy.
Mo and Wilbur sat facing us in the rear of the long limo.
I stared fixedly out the window at the night sky, because every time I looked across the small space in front of me, Wilbur would catch my eye and start stroking his enormous bulge.
At least it was dark enough so that he couldn’t see how red my face got every time I looked at his crotch. Despite myself, he was making me hot.