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"Ro? Sweetheart? Oh god, please tell me you're dressed and almost ready to go." Rich hollered up to me as he started making his way up the stairs to the bedroom. His voice was laced with panic and I could just imagine the tiniest beads of sweat forming above his upper lip. "I know you haven't met the man, and I know it's kind of your hallmark trait to be fashionably late, but my father hates people who lack punctuality." I grinned at that before stepping up to the doorway. Rich's foot had just hit the top step when he looked up at me and gasped. I pulled my curls back as I finished placing one of my big diamond earrings into the pierced hole. "You really think your father will hate this?" I smirked as I gestured down at the black dress that I knew hugged all the right curves. Rich gulped. "On second thought, I'm going to send him a text that we can't make it tonight." "Oh don't be silly," I laughed. "There will be plenty of time for a good ole romp after we have supper with your Dad." Rich snorted but offered me his arm as we both descended the staircase. "Did you seriously just say, romp? And supper?" I blushed and chuckled. "I just want to make a good impression. You and your father come from money. I– don't." "Aw, but I love your filthy little mouth," Rich laughed. He booped my nose but then quickly added. "But maybe don't use the word cunt or call anyone a whore fucker. And maybe just refrain from any f bombs at all. Oh, and you probably shouldn't tell that one joke about Superman watching Wonder Woman masturbate but its actually the Invisible–" "Rich," I snapped. By now we were in his Tesla and buckling up our seat belts. "I got it. Would you relax?" "I know. I'm sorry," he sighed. "It's just– my father has never approved of anything I do. And it doesn't help that I've gained like ten pounds since we started dating." "Wait, what?" My head snapped towards Rich, my right eyebrow arching over my bright blue eyes. "He would really say something about that?" Rich nodded as my eyes slowly drew over him. He wasn't that overweight and he certainly wasn't unattractive. But he definitely sported the "dad bod" despite not being one. I had tried to encourage him to come to the gym with me, but honestly, he was always out of town for work. "Well, I can't tell that you've gained ten pounds," I shrugged. "So maybe he won't notice either." "Thanks, babe." At the stoplight, Rich leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to my lips. "Is your Dad like some crazy skinny health nut or something?" I asked when we started moving again. For the second time that night, Rich just sighed. "Not exactly." When I gave him a confused look, he followed up with, "You'll see." And boy did I see. "Richard." A rather large man, well over six feet tall stood as he saw us. I could see he was grinding his jaw as he held out his hand for Rich to shake. 'Whoa' was all I thought. It was all I could think. This man– and my very timid, very painfully, average boyfriend looked nothing alike. Was Rich adopted? "Sorry, Dad. Traffic was–" I tried to bring my attention back to what had just been said instead of ogling my boyfriend's father. I cleared my throat, and cleared my thoughts, but then that very sexy man turned and looked at me. "And who's this?" His smile was dazzling and butterflies swarmed my stomach as his large hand reached for mine. My breath hitched as he brought my fingers up to his lips. "Rosalie Carter, sir," I quickly regained my composure. Or at least I faked it pretty well. Something I was absolutely used to by now. "None of that, I won't have my son's girlfriend calling me 'sir'," he chuckled. It was a deep, sort of manly sound that kind of vibrated through you. I almost sighed– and then snapped the fuck out if it. What the hell was the matter with me? "You can call me, John. That's what most people do." He spared Rich a look then added, "or Dad. Perhaps, Daddy–" I nearly choked on that but just smiled and shook my head. "John it is." I was relieved when we all sat down and I could take a big swig from the wine glass already waiting for me. Unfortunately, it was awful. Had the elite never heard of adding sugar to their grape juice? Or did they just prefer to drink wine as dry as their souls? This was going to be a long night. Especially if I had to be on my best behavior. "So, Ms. Carter, Richard tells me you're a trainer at the YMCA?" "Oh, uh, yeah," I said. Slightly caught off guard. No one had ever called me Ms. Carter before. "And who or what exactly do you train?" I was surprised when I didn't respond with the first snarky thing to pop into my head– 'pole dancing'. "Mostly old people," I smirked. "We get a lot of seniors, like yourself, that come in and don't necessarily know how to use the equipment." "I can assure you I know my way around the gym, little lady. And I'm not a senior." Only after making sure that he saw me completely look him over did I respond. "Well, I also teach a few other classes. Kettlebells, boxing–" "Boxing? Son, you never told me she could spar." "I didn't– I didn't know that you were–" My poor, naive little Rich. "Of course I'm interested. And you could use a little exercise yourself," he pointed towards Rich. "How about we start tomorrow–" "Dad, I can't. I'm leaving for Colorado." "Oh. And do you stay in that big house, all by yourself, Rosalie?" Oh crap. The big, sexy player was looking right at me. "Uhm… yep." "Nonsense! You should come stay with me at my house! It's bigger," he winked. "Oh no," I started to protest. "I couldn't." There was lots of head shaking and hand raising. But then Rich dropped the bomb. "Actually that's perfect. The roofers are coming out tomorrow to repair the damage from the hail storm. They said it would take three days. I'll be back by then." Violence was never the answer. But right now, I wanted to kill my boyfriend. After that, it was "all settled" as both my boyfriend and his father liked to say. I literally had no say in the matter. None. Whatsoever. And that's how I found myself, standing outside my boyfriend's father's home at 6am the next morning. My gym bag in one hand, luggage in the other. "I guess this is my kingdom now," I groaned as Rich let us in and led me up to the spare bedroom. "Just call me the Fresh Prince of Hell-aire." I got a chuckle as he turned and pulled me against him. "You'll be fine. I promise." Rich kissed my nose, then my chin, my forehead and finally my lips. "He'll be nice to you. It's me he doesn't like." That's what I was afraid of. "So there's a bathroom through that door," he pointed towards the ensuite. "And a walk-in closet over there. If you get lonely, some of my old college hoodies are in there." "Wait. Is this your old bedroom?" I laughed as I ran over to the bed. "Was this where you first made the magic happen?" "Oh god, would you stop?" Rich blushed. "You know you are my first girlfriend." "I know that's why your left arm is bigger than your right," I sang. "You're impossible." "And cute." Rich stalked over to where I sat on his bed. We kissed for a few minutes, but when his watch buzzed, he pulled back. "I've gotta go, or I'll miss my flight." I let out another groan and tugged on his silk tie. "Don't leave me," I wailed theatrically. But I knew he had too. "My Dad has a meeting at the Lodge this morning and then he'll hit the gym. He won't be home till noon. If you play your cards right, you can be out the door before then and avoid seeing him till you get off work." My face cracked open with the biggest smile. "I could kiss you right now. But only if you can tell me his schedule for the rest of the week!" Rich laughed and I kissed him anyway. "I promise, it won't be that bad. I'll see you in three days." I saw Rich off then decided to go explore my new kingdom. His father wasn't wrong when he said it was bigger. Soon enough I found myself in a dark bedroom with a hint of cigars and cologne. This must be John's room, I smirked. I traipsed through to the master bathroom, afterall, I needed to check the prescriptions. Make sure I wasn't staying under the same roof as a serial killer. Coincidentally, I probably looked like the psycho as I started rifling through his drawers. "What the hell is this?" I muttered. I hefted it out, my jaw dropping in awe. This thing was even bigger than Homelander's Star Spangled Banger. I didn't even know they made dildos this inhumanly huge. I started carrying it out of the bathroom, towards my own room. Then I stopped. What was I doing? I couldn't possibly– Could I? I looked back down at it. It was so heavy. So mind-bogglingly huge. My pussy ached just thinking about it. It was barely seven, and Rich said his Dad wouldn't be home till noon. That was plenty of time. Time for what, I asked myself– Then almost immediately replied. Time to see how much of this terrifyingly tremendous dildo I could fit into my wet, little cunt. I laid back after grabbing the bottle of lube and letting a drop fall onto my lips. A thrill ran down my spine, I was already getting wet. Especially as it took two hands to lift and maneuver the giant dildo up. I inhaled and held my breath in anticipation. Was I really going to do this? Without a second thought I pressed the dildo to my folds. My pussy lips parted and I let out a sigh. I pressed it lightly against my entrance, then harder. Goddamn. It was so huge! I subconsciously rocked my hips. My folds slid along the tip coating that giant head with cream. I couldn't help but groan at the sensation. *** Across town, John was just taking a seat on the bench at the gym. He looked down as his watch buzzed– Richard texting to say he was boarding his flight. How the hell his son had scored such a sexy little minx, he'd never understand. Pre-workout in hand, John took a big swig before laying back and getting under the bar. His hands wrapped around the cool metal, lifting up and then down. It felt lighter today. A twinge of excitement shot down his spine. His lips parted in a whisper. "What the–" His cock stirred and his balls churned with anticipation. His fingers readjusted. "Oh god–" he groaned. A sensation of power overtook him. "Oh god, this feels so good!" *** "Oh god!" I wailed. The skin of my entrance was wrapped tight around the head of the dildo. But fuck! "This feels so good!" The monstrous head of the toy filled the first few inches of my sex. I pushed it in farther, my god, there was still so much! My pussy lips were stretched taut around the thick silicone shaft, but I wanted more! *** "Oh fuck yes, MORE!" John roared as he pumped the bar with exceedingly more ease. The only reason he even had to put it back down was so he could adjust his hands to make room for his swelling pecs. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening, but he could feel his whole fucking body shudder with growth. His feet slid across the gym floor as his legs grew longer too. But not just longer, thicker. More powerful. He felt like he could press a truck! "Holy fucking Christ!" He yelled. John swore his voice sounded deeper as his giant python snaked down his pant leg. He could feel his balls swell. He was getting so hot. Ready to explode. *** Lube was mixing with my juices, being spread all over the enormous dildo. I was moving it so furiously inside my hungry hole, feeling the shaft hitting hard against me. I was growing so hot, ready to explode. The sensation was so intense, my orgasm so close I could taste it. I guided the dildo back inside, fucking myself with long, deep strokes. Suddenly, I felt it. No, not my orgasm. I felt the dildo, suddenly growing even bigger, thicker and longer inside me. "Oh holy fucking Christ!" I screamed. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before. Penetration never used to be enough to get me off, but now I was helpless and at the mercy of this growing monster dildo. I stopped abruptly, leaving myself impaled on the dildo's new full length. I could feel my pussy trembling– could feel my flesh tightly gripping every inch of this dildo's impressive girth. My eyes fluttered closed and I gripped the toy with both hands. This was it! With a final hard plunge, I moaned and bucked and screamed. I passed out a few moments later, but not before pulling the dildo from my well-fucked hole. ***A/N- Kinda written for our fave, resident beast friend. And kinda just because, well... DADDY. If you're not following me on Twitter, you're really missing out! @hstrikes3***

“Twist it just a bit more. Ahhh, yesss, there. Perrrfeeccttt…Oh fuck, that feels good…Just one more twist…Oh, Oh, Oooohhhh…Now, pull it out nice and slow.” Cam says to me. “Oh…slower Ming, slower. Ahhh” and the tip comes to the entrance of his hole. “Now shove it in as hard and as fast as you can.” “Muscles, I know what the fuck I’m doing.” I slap his ass. “It’s not the first time I’ve shoved a dildo into your ass.” I angrily say and ram the dildo back in as hard as I can, partially out of frustration, and partly to make sure every inch is inside him. Once I have the veiny 6x8 tan unit back in him, I twist it left and right without mercy. Cam starts grunting and moaning. I give the unit one more vicious thrust and he yelps. Good I’m on the right track. I look down at his back and run my fingers along his spine, following the dragon tail tattoo toward his ass, and then I slap his already reddened ass a few more times. I spit onto his ass and aggressively work the dildo in and out to get the spit inside, to help lube his hole. He continues to moan and is freely dripping pre-cum onto the bedspread. As I withdraw it this time, I shake it up and down and twist it in a circular motion, trying to widen his hole for the next unit, which is bigger. I pick up the 8x10 inch black dildo, which has been pre-lubed, and put it right next to his hole, so he doesn’t have a chance to clamp it shut. I pull out the tan one and instantly shove the new one in. Cam briefly cries out in pain, but pushes his face into a pillow and let’s a scream go. It is pretty much muffled and I pray our neighbors can’t hear us. I push this one a bit slower, giving him time to adjust. He’s always had trouble with the 10 incher and today he vowed to take it all the way to the hilt. Besides being longer, it is thicker and Cam is moaning in pain. “How you doing?” “Oh fuck…Let me shove an 8x10 dildo up your ass and see how you feel.” He barks back at me. “Ok, you’re doing well, Muscles, I guess I can push it all the way in.” I sarcastically say as I continue to push. “Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkk. Slow the fuck down. Jesus fucking Christ Ming, I know I said I wanted to take it to the hilt today, but not in one god-dammed shove. Fuck dude.” I back off and he lets out a deep breath. He is sweating profusely and is face is as red as his ass. “Fine, you let me know when you’re ready princess. I’ll just wait here for you.” I twist the unit and he half screams in pain and half moans in what I think is pleasure. “Fuck you.” “Mmmm, you’ve already done today, this is my turn.” And I twist the unit some more, but do it quicker. He is now just moaning. I slowly push it further in. “Dude, you’ve only got another 8 inches to go.” I lie to him. What? He can’t see it? How’s he going to know? “Fuck you, I know it’s mostly in, stop fucking with me.” “Princess, you have the smallest ass I’ve seen. I swear, I’ve only put 2 inches in.” “Liar. You’re not putting your inchworm of a dick in my ass, that’s only 2 inches, so fuck you.” I laugh and push another inch or two in. If he knew how close he was to having all 10 inches in him, he’d be crowing like a fucking peacock about how he got it all the way in before I did. I spit on his ass again and use my free hand to rub it around his hole. The seal is so tight, but I need to get some more lube in him or he’ll never be able to slide it all the way in. I start to withdraw the unit, get it about half way out, grab the lube container and squeeze a nice dollop onto the dildo, and then begin to slide it back in, twisting and turning it so the lube coats his whole hole. He sighs due to ease with which it is now going into his ass. I slide it back and forth until we get to the same spot from before. There are about 3 more inches to go. I start a steady motion and Cam is breathing heavily into the pillow. I say to him, “Dude, you need to arch your back some. You’re almost home. Get up on all fours and arch it if you can.” “I’ll try.” And he does exactly what is needed. I maneuver the last inch and half into him and push the base to his hole. I say, “Nice job, stud.” And lean down and kiss all along the tattoo right down to the end of the tail, which happens to be at his hole. He sighs, but is still sweating like he’s in a sauna. “Want me to start moving it in and out?” “Not yet.” He says in a strained voice. “Still getting used to it. Fuck it hurts. God-damn, I got it all the way in.” I think to myself, here he goes. I’ll never hear the end of it. ”and before you did. You know what that means.” “Yeah, you’ll never shut up about it.” “No, well yes, but besides that? It means you’re my servant for the night. And man, I’ve got plans for your body. I hope you like pain.” I roll my eyes and say, “Um, no shit, of course I like pain.” and I whisper under my breath, “you dumb fucking bleach blonde surfer.” Cam is just an inch taller than me at 5’7”, but outweighs me 170 to 150. All of that weight is muscle, which is why I nicknamed him Muscles, which I think he takes to heart. Princess is my other nickname for him, when he is being a dick. That one gets him riled up too, but in an angry way. He loves showing off his strength, at the gym, at the beach, in the bedroom. Any chance he gets to pick me up and toss me around gets him rock hard and horny as fuck. I enjoy it as well as it means I get to feel up those surfer muscles and play with them until he blows. I grasp the base of the dildo and start to pull it out. He gasps at the sudden vacuum. Once it’s about half way out, I start to push it back in, but quicker this time. I get 8 inches in and he yelps again, so I slow down, but continue to push. I get all 10 inches back in and he seems more at ease with it. He squirms around, like he wants another few inches shoved into him. I ask, “You want me to break out the 10x12 unit?” “Fuck no.” He grunts. “I like pain just as much as you do, but let’s not get crazy. We’ll work our way up to it, over the next 5 fucking years.” I laugh and so does he. “You need to sit on your ass so it is firmly imbedded in you.” He rolls his body up and squats down onto his hunches. I keep my hand on the base of the dildo so it does not slip out, like it could, given it is wedged into him. He slides his feet out and finally rests on his ass. A contented smile comes over his face. I move to the front of him and hold up a pair of adjustable Open wide Blackline clamps for his nipples. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He yells at me, trying to slap the clamps out of my hands. “You had no problem with them last night..” “But I didn’t have a fucking 8x10 dildo shoved up my ass last night either, you dump fuck.” “Fine princess.” And I put them on my own nipples. The way they squeeze the tips of my nips makes my dick go rock hard in seconds. “Oh fuck, that feels amazing…You don’t know what you’re missing.” “Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m missing and I’m NOT missing it at all.” He gives his own dick a couple quick yanks to keep the pre-cum flowing out. Some dribbles onto his hand. I take his hand into mine and very sensually lick it off. He brings his hand and my face to his face. Now we are both licking at the pre-cum. I nibble on his fingers. Once he is cleaned off, I sit back and stare at him. His blonde hair usually coats his body, not heavily, but enough that I can run my fingers thru it on his head, his chest, and around his dick. He does shave his dick and balls clean, but leaves some hair underneath his balls and right above his dick. Today, we shaved each other clean. No hair anywhere on him or me, except our heads. We’re like two 14 years old muscle boys, well, him more muscle, me more boy. His chest is heaving as he is still getting comfortable with the dildo in him. I can just barely see the outline of it on his stomach. His abs are so tight and defined, I didn’t think anything would be able to dent them, but I guess an 8x10 dildo can. I reach out and caress his abs. The lull before the storm, as it were. Once he’s at ease with his new toy, back to business. I start to gently twist the clamps and softly pull on the chain that connects them. The tugging makes all the nerve endings on my nips flare up and I feel like I could cum at any moment. I release the chain and lean in towards Cam for a kiss. He sees me coming and when I’m close, he snags my bottom lip in his teeth. And so it starts. He bites down almost hard enough to draw blood, but he does not. His left hand reaches up to the chain and he starts to bat it around, causing me more pain. I groan with excitement. His right hand reaches down for my dick and starts to fiercely jerk it. Since he has my bottom lip, I use my tongue to invade his mouth. We tongue wrestle for a minute and I use the distraction to reach my right hand to his chest and start to pull on his left nipple. I am twisting and tugging at it, trying to pull it off his chest. He closes his eyes due to the new pain and let’s go a moan to show he enjoys the sensation. He releases my lower lips and says, “No fair fucker.” I twist his nipple just a bit more and he says, “Oh, oh, oh…” I say, “All’s fair in love and war, Muscles.” And with that he pushes my dick down below 180 degrees, which causes me to raise up on my hind legs to ease the stress he has inflicted. I yelp in pain and he laughs and says, “Two can play at that game.” I slap him across his cheek with my left hand and leave a fresh hand print. He’s startled and stares at me for a brief second. His hand comes back up to the nipple clamps and he jerks down on them causing me to cry out. I slap him again. He punches me in the stomach, but I flex my abs at the last second to deflect most of the pain. I push him backward onto his back. While he is in this prone position, I pull on the dildo and start to pull it out. When it’s about half way out, I shove it all the way back in. He howls and I throw a pillow over his face to muffle him. I crawl on top of him, straddle his hips, and reach for the riding crop. We both grin evil grins at each other and I slap his ass with it. I hit him again, harder. He growls, leans up, and punches me square in the chest over my left pec. I flex it half a second too late and pain flares because he also hits one of the clamps. I swat at his ass again. He punches my other pec and clamp. This time I don’t flex. I want to feel the pain and pleasure. Oh fuck it feels good. Every nerve ending in my nipple is aroused. A blob of pre-cum now escapes me and lands on his abs and chest. I use the riding crop to hit his dick, but not as hard as his ass. I’m not that mean. He grabs my dick with his left hand and starts to yank it. Slowly at first, then with more intensity. He uses his right hand to play with the clamps. He alternates tugging on them and batting them around. I grind my hips and ass back into his dick. He is rock hard, just as I am. I swat his ass again, like I’m riding a thoroughbred horse. He yelps in pain and I hit him again. I glance back and see the red marks I’m leaving. I smile. He sees my smile and says. “If Ty sees any bruises on us, he’s going to slap both of us around pretty good. Remember, we need to look professional at work.” I hit him again and resume trying to pull off his nipple. He attempts to sit up and push me off him, but I lay my body on top of his. He wraps his arms around me and starts wobbling from side to side. ‘Oh fuck’ I think to myself, ‘he’s going to roll me over. Damn it’, and he does. Fucking surfer muscle boy. Now he’s on top. “My turn, servant boy.” And he hauls his right arm back and gut punches me. I flex in anticipation of the hit, but he really let loose and I can feel the pain flare up. Fucker has always been stronger than I am, and he knows it. He wrestles around with me trying to get both my hands pinned down. I keep trying to knee him and connect once or twice in his sides, but he brushes them off and eventually gets both of my hands in one of his. He smiles at me with one of his looks of superiority. He punches me again. This time I have time to flex my abs and chest and his hand pretty much bounces off. He feigns hitting me again and I tense up. Once I exhale and relax, he batters me. I try to buck him off my waist by raising my pelvis violently, but he uses his legs to squeeze my waist and quads. He playfully swats at my head and hair with his free hand. He leans down and bites my right nipple, even with the clamp on it. I howl in pain and he bites the left one. I start to thrash under him to get free. He slaps the side of my head. I put every ounce of strength I have into bucking him off me and it partially works. I’ve tossed him up. He’s momentarily distracted and I squirm my way out from under him. He’s still got my hands, but now my body is free. He tries to stand up on the bed to get some control back, but I stay seated and bang my head against his dick and balls as hard as I can. I hear him go “oomph.” And my hands break free. “Fucker, you’ll pay for that.” He growls at me. I use my free hands to grab his calves and jerk them forward causing him to fall backwards onto the bed. His body bounces off the mattress. Quick as a cat, I jump on top of him and put one knee right into his asshole and bang the dildo. He howls in pain and I smile devilishly. He swings one arm at my head, which I easily avoid, but it was a diversion as his other hand grabs ahold of the nipple clamp chain and he pulls at it like he’s trying to pull my nipples off with it. I punch him in the sides, but he is so muscular there, I end up hurting my hands more than him. It’s his turn to smile at me evilly. I slap him on the side of his face and the smile goes away and is replaced by a hardened mad look. Uh-oh, one slap to the head too many… He roars up, both his arms go around me, and he has me in a bear hug. Fuck, now I’m screwed. He applies a tremendous amount of pressure to my lower back. He begins to stand up on the bed again, but this time he’s bringing me up with him. He starts to easily bounce my body up and down against his. My dick is rubbing against his rock hard abs and he is trying to pull my body into his. I feel myself weakening. He senses it too. He uses his strength to lift me higher on his body and then I feel his dick around my hole. Damn it, even with the 8x10 dildo shoved up his ass, he’s still got enough strength and stamina to fuck my standing up… I put my hands on his chest to try to create some separation, but he just squeezes me harder. He bangs his head into my chest. Pain flares around on my pecs and I release my hands from his chest. He comes in again and gets one of the clamps in his mouth and starts to gnaw on the tip of nipple. Now the pain is replaced by excruciating pleasure. My head is flopping around. I move my legs from just hanging down, to wrapping them around his waist, it’s my signal of submission. He takes his mouth off my nipple, jostles me up a bit and frees a hand. He moves the hand to his dick and positions it at my hole. I look down at him, he looks up at me, and spit onto his cheek. He squeezes my back with just his one arm and then rams his dick into me. “Ohhhh, fuckkkk...” I howl. He laughs and pushes me further down his unit until my ass is at the base of his dick. He moves his hands from my back and ass to my sides and he begins to slide me up and down. I pound on his chest. He flexes each time he sees the punches coming and they bounce off. He walks to the side of the bed, looks up to me, and says, “Ready?” then proceeds to jump off the bed without waiting for my reply. I squeeze my ass as fast and hard as I can to avoid the pain that will come when we hit the floor, but Cam takes the opportunity to smash me into his pelvis with delight and joy. I cry out in pain and he laughs. He uses my weakened condition to take advantage of me. He continues to raise and lower me on his dick. His biceps flex, a grab onto them and apply all the pressure I can, just so I can feel his strength. He knows he’s in control and starts to let his ego show by saying, “That’s right little man, feel those biceps, feel their strength and power.” I apply more pressure to them, but he just flexes them harder and continues his peacocking, “Holding your tiny body in the air like it weighs nothing. I could do this all day.” He jostles his hips to show me his dick is still rock hard and the dildo in his ass is not deterring him with the fun he is having. He bangs his head into my chest again and pain explodes in my body. I try to tighten my legs around his waist but he just laughs it off. I release his biceps and hold my arms out straight and widen them a bit. He senses what is coming, but cannot stop me. He warns me, “Don’t do it Ming. You do it and I will hurt you.” “Fuck you Cam.” I weakly say and quickly bring my arms together banging his ears simultaneously. He’s rocked. I do it again with a bit more force. He tightens his grip on my waist and tries to shove me further down his dick, as if there is any move to go down, I’m already at his hilt, dump blonde… I do it a third time and he stumbles backward to the bed. He sits on the edge. Good, he’s stunned. I push on his chest and force him to lay on the bed. I slowly extract my ass from his dick. He tries to push me back onto it, but I unexpectedly punch him in the abs and he doesn’t have time to flex. I can actually feel the dildo when I hit him. It feels weird and arousing. I punch him again, this time in the chest. He just flexes his pecs in time. I knee the dildo. He lets out a cry of pain. I move my body off his. I jump off the bed and move back a few feet. I don’t want him to be able to reach me when he recovers because he’s going to be mad as hell, and I’ll be his target. I glance around the bedroom for any toy I can use to keep him away while I recover. I gently pull the nipple clamps off and loss them away so he cannot get them. He leans up to his elbows on the bed. His eyes have a half crazed, half sensual look to them. I’m not sure if I should run away from him or to him. I stand still, like a deer in headlights. He reaches for the dildo and slowly pulls it out, all the way out. He holds up his index finger and gives me the ‘come here’ movement. I stand ramrod still. Not sure where he’s going with this, but need to be careful. “Come on Ming. You know you want to shove your dick in my ass.” I’m just staring at him, waiting for his next move. “I got you earlier today, now it’s your turn to get me.” He spreads his legs further apart and winks his hole at me. I’m staring at it and my dick is flexing on its own, with pre-cum dribbling out. He sees it and licks his lips. It doesn’t register to me until it’s too late, but he springs off the bed and pounces on me, knocking us both back into the wall. “Gotcha!” He lifts me up by my armpits, pushes me back against the wall, licks my chest and nipples, and then tosses me over his shoulder. I beat on his ass, he spanks mine and wiggles a finger into it for good measure. “Let’s go for a walk buddy.” Uh-oh. I start to struggle to get out of his grip, but he tightens his arms around my gets and says, “Not getting away this time.” He walks us out of the bedroom and down the hall to the other room, which used to be our office, but has been converted to a playroom. I’m still struggling to break free when we enter. He maneuvers me around and basically uses his arms to lift me off his shoulders and into the chair in the middle of the room. He puts one of my hands on the arm of the chair and closes the clamp. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Now he has both hands free and quickly gets my other arm and both legs locked into place. The room is painted a deep blue with dark curtains on the windows. We have two dressers with assorted items we use on each other. We also have a sling and a bunch of cords we use to tie each other up. Yeah, your basic S &M room. We’ve tried to sound proof the walls, but it’s hard to do, so we have gags and pillows to quiet any noises we know we’ll make. Cam caresses the side of my face and says, “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.” He leans down and bites my earlobe and slaps at my dick. He turns and walks out. “Fuck you Muscles.” “You had your chance Ming. Now it’s my turn again.” He laughs. I hear him make a quick pit stop in the bathroom, then hear him in the bedroom. He’s collecting everything and bringing it back. Shit, this could be a lot fun, or a real pain. He comes back into the room and shuts the door. He’s got his evil, superior smile on his face. “I couldn’t find the nipple clamps, you’re lucky. But I do have this stuff.” He holds up both dildos and the riding crop. I resolutely say, “Fine, do what you want. I can’t escape and you’re in a mood, so…” He stares at me blankly as if I just said I was leaving him. “Well, just take all the fun out of it why don’t you… Dammit Ming, I take an 8x10 inch dildo to the hilt for the first time and you just rain on my parade. Thanks.” He sounds genuinely disappointed, but this is not fun for me. “Why do I need to be strapped to the chair for us to have fun? I thought we were having a great time in the bedroom, didn’t you?” He nods yes ever so slightly, “Why ruin it by being an ass and strapping me here?” I ask while I nod my head towards the chair and surrounding room. “Let’s go back into the bedroom. I can put the nipple clamps back on and we can mess around with the toys there. You can show off for me and I promise to cum on your chest while you flex. That sound good to you?” “Can I fist you?” Sigh, “Yes.” “Good.” He comes over, nibbles my earlobe playfully, and frees me. I stand up, lick his face, and give him a few sloppy, saliva filled kisses while my hands yank on his dick and feel up his biceps, which he tenses for me. He squats down and tosses me back over his shoulder, and stands up. This time he playfully slaps at my ass and I run my fingers down and up his back, again, following the dragon tail tattoo. He takes us back to the bedroom and lifts me off his shoulder and flops me on the bed, face up. He then jumps up, spreads his arms and legs out wide, like he is flying, and lands right on top of me. Chest to chest, dick to dick, face next to my face. I let out an oomph and wrap my arms and legs around his body and hold myself close to him. He says, “I should have made you put the nipple clamps back before I jumped on you.” I wink at him and say, “They’re right over there on the floor. I can put them back on if you want to jump on me again, Muscles.” He springs up, grabs them and hands them to me. I take my sweet time putting them back on, making sure to extenuate each movement and letting out a guttural moan as the clamps lock on. He is practically foaming at the mouth. I lick my lips with my tongue like I am wrapping it around his unit and licking off his pre-cum or cum. I roll my eyes. “Jesus Christ Ming, hurry the fuck up. I hate when you tease me like this.” I wink at him again and he licks his lips and adjusts his junk, taking a quick couple yanks to keep the pre-cum flowing. I take an extra couple seconds to make sure they’re secure and then slowly lower myself back onto the bed. As I let me head fall, I see he is already in flight. He lands squarely on my body. He rubs his chest against mine, and my nipples are alive with pain and pleasure. I again wrap my arms around him, look him in the eyes and ask, “Feel better buddy? Cuz I do.” And I sensually move my dick against his rock hard abs. He smiles, and rolls over so I’m on top. He wraps his arms around me and looks into my eyes. He winks, jostles his hips, letting his dick bang me in the ass, so I know he’s rock hard, and leans up for a kiss. While we kiss he repositions his body and slides his dick into me. Once he’s in, he breaks our kiss. He says, “Lean up.” In a commanding voice. I comply. I put my hands on his chest for stability and press my legs to his sides. He flexes his chest and I rub his nipples and start to tug on them again. He starts moving his hips in an upward/downward motion, which lifts me off the bed. His movements are nice and slow. He reaches his right hand up and gently grasps the chain linking the clamps. He tugs it and I sigh. He bats it from side to side. My eyes roll up into my head. I move my right hand from his chest to his left bicep. I roughly grope at it. He flexes it to its full 19 inches. I apply more pressure and he laughs off my attempts at trying to dent it. I spit on him. He bangs my dick roughly and punches me in the chest. I spit on him again. He thrusts upward viciously. I feel him in me completely. I squeeze my asshole shut trying to keep as much of his vein covered thick dick inside me. I punch him in the abs and notice he does not flex to deflect them punch. He wants to feel me punching him and see me getting excited about it. I hit him again. He smiles and flexes his left bicep even harder. I get harder. He sees my dick thumping him on his abs and he grasps the clamp to my left nipple and angrily pulls it off. I howl in pain. He pulls me down to him and immediately starts to kiss me to ease my pain. I beat the sides of his chest. He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, not crushing me like his bear hug from earlier, but more tenderly. I push off his chest and punch him twice more, once to each pec. He smiles and gives me the nod to continue. I make fists and start to pound on him. He puts both hands behind his head, letting me know my punches really don’t hurt him. He’s such a cocky fucker. He flexes his dick to let me know it’s still in me and hard. I smile and grind my hips back into him. He bucks once or twice. He moves his arms from behind his head and puts them on my sides and raises me up off his dick. He pulls my body up his, over his abs, nipples, and chest. My dick it right at his mouth. He leans up, opens wide, and starts to engulf me. I put my hands on the headboard of the bed for support. He takes his time swallowing me. I know he’ll take me to the root, it’s just a matter of how fast he wants to do it. I have no choice as he is muscling me into him. He has me ¾ swallowed and I am moaning with pleasure when I feel his left hand at my ass. Uh-oh, he’s getting ready to put it in me. I squirm around, bang his head a few times until he looks up. “If you’re going in, I want you to lube up your fingers and hand.” He nods ok. I reach for the lube which we left on the bed from earlier. I squeeze a huge blob onto his right hand. He rubs both hands together and once they are completely covered he motions for me to get off him. I get off and move to the edge of the bed and lay on my back, legs up and spread eagle. He jumps off and puts his face right into my ass and starts to massage my hole with tongue. I pucker it once or twice and he darts his tongue in when he has the chance. Once I am sufficiently lubed with spit he puts his index finger at my hole and inserts it. I feel no pain. He starts a nice in and out motion. Once he’s going, he slips in a 2nd and then 3rd finger. Now I can feel him. He’s using the three fingers and spreading my asshole open. I try to relax as much as possible, but every once in while he stretches it too much and I yelp. He leans down and nibbles on my nipples and roughly kisses me. I pound on his chest and he grins and flexes his pecs. I lean up and nibble on his pecs. He sighs and inserts a 4th finger. I gasp and he shoves his thumb in. I start to squirm. He puts his free hand on my chest and steadies me. He kisses me again and says, “I’ll be gentle, at first.” And gives me a wink. He grabs the lube and moves back to my ass. He squeezes a glob onto his hand and massages it all over and starts to work it into the part which is already in me. I grasp the bedspread with both hands and squeeze my eyes shut for the next part. “Ready?” “No.” “Ok.” And shoves the rest of his hand in. “FUCKKKKKKK!!!! Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh fuck.” A tear escapes my eye. “You’re doing well.” Cam rubs my abs and chest with his free hand. He yanks my dick a few times and I start to leak. He scoops some up and brings it to my lips. I lick at his fingers as if the pre-cum were my last meal. He starts to wiggle his fingers in my ass. Very gentle and soft movements so I can get used to it. I wiggle a bit and he once again steadies me with his free hand. How can this guy, who I was just spitting on and punching on the chest, be so gentle to me while his right hand is shoved up my ass? I reach for his arm and stroke the muscles on his forearm. He tenses them while staring into my blue eyes. I stare back into his green eyes and see them sparkle with love and affection. He winks and then nods ever so slightly. I nod back. He pushes his arm in a bit more. I resume my death grip on the bedspread. He starts to withdraw his arm, but stops when his wrist gets to the hole. He then starts back in. “You’re the stud tonight Ming, not me.” I say, “Thank you.” Thru gritted teeth. “You have no idea how much the means to me right now.” “Ha-ha. You ready to take it up a notch?” he asks as he wiggles his fingers again. “Go slowly princess.” His fingers spread out and expand the walls of my ass causing me to flinch. “You need to be nicer to the princess who has his arm shoved up your ass.” He starts to pull his hand out again and pushes it back in. He’s getting a nice easy pace going on. I relax a bit and he notices. His free hand grabs my dick and he does a couple quick yanks. He then tweaks my right nipple and I sigh. He pushes more of his arm into me until he is mid-forearm in. He tenses his arm muscles and I feel my hole widen. I moan loudly and he smiles. He keeps up the in and out motion and spreads his fingers every couple strokes. I am finally at ease with his arm in me and he senses it. “You ready to be rocked buddy?” he asks. I look at him quizzically. He grins and moves his body back toward my ass. “I’ll go slowly and it may be a bit painful at first, but it will definitely rock your world and make you cum like a geyser.” I nod yes hesitantly. He gives me a wink and blows me a kiss. “Brace yourself.” I go rigid as possible. I am leaning up on my elbows so I can see what he’s doing. He starts to flex his right bicep. I whisper, “Fuck no.” “Oh yeah, Ming. Enjoy the ride.” He flexes his bicep some more and I see sweat start to form on his face. I feel his arm and hand inside me start to pull my body upwards. I keep my torso as still as possible, but feel my back lift higher than it is. He’s fucking lifting me with his forearm. I release my elbows from the bed and let him feel my full torso weight on his arm, just so he knows what he’s dealing with. “You’re lighter than I thought Ming. This is going to be a piece of cake.” I grab my dick and start to yank it in response. I want Cam to see me as excited about his strength as he is about showing it off. He smiles and flexes harder. Veins start to pop out on his bicep. I am at a 45 degree angle when he pauses. He licks his lips and starts to lower me down. I move my elbows back towards the bed to ease the weight, but he barks “No!” and I leave them at my side. He finishes lowering me and takes a deep breath. “You didn’t cum, damn. Guess we need to do it again.” He starts to flex his bicep again and I see it is at the full 19 inches, if not more. He is drenched in sweat and loving every minute of it. “What’s it going to take to make you cum, Ming? Maybe this?” and I feel him spread out his fingers inside my ass. Again, I moan loudly and continue to yank my dick. He laughs, “Getting closer. How about this.” He gets me to 45 degrees and holds me there. He keeps his fingers spread out. I’m still yanking my dick and want to hold off as long as possible, so I can cum on his chest as I promised. He eyes me up and moves his head to my dick. He uses his other hand to pry my fingers off and then proceeds to swallow me to the hilt. “Oh Fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck…” He is sucking and massaging my dick like a calf sucking a cow’s teat. I wrap my hands around his head and force him further down onto my unit, if that is possible. He’s gagging on my dick, spreading and closing his fingers in my hole and flexing his bicep, all at the same time. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, Cam….” I feel his free arm slip around my back and pull me to 90 degrees. He also pulls me to the edge of the bed. “No Cam, you’ll hurt yourself. Don’t do it.” Too late. He pulls my body to his, squats down, braces his legs, and lifts me up. Hand in ass, mouth sucking me wildly, and other arm supporting my lower back. I put my hands on his muscular shoulders for support. He starts to wiggle the fingers in my ass like he is waving good-bye to me. He pulls his mouth off my cock, slowly lowers me until his right elbow is at his side, but his forearm is still wedged inside of me. My dick is now chest level with him. He looks up to me and casually says, “You can now cum on my chest Ming.” And I explode onto him without touching myself. I convulse three times and ropes of cum stream out and coat his face and chest. “Good boy.” He uses his tongue to lap at any cum on his face he can reach. He lowers me back onto the bed and slowly withdraws his arm. He gets to the ring of my ass and says, “Brace yourself.” I nod and he quickly jerks his hand out. I scream in pain and shoot another half load out onto my chest. He falls onto me roughly, but with a huge smile on his cum-covered face. I lick my own cum off him and then we kiss long and lovingly. I wrap my arms and legs around him again and squeeze him to me. He breaks our kiss, leans up, and lets me grab his rock hard cock. I toy with it for a bit. “Stop fucking around Ming and make me cum. If you don’t, I’m going to put my arm back into you.” “And that would be a bad thing, Muscles?” I blow him a kiss and go to town on his unit. I am tugging with all my might and he leans back onto his hunches. His abs and chest are so well defined and on display. I run my free hand over them. I increase my tempo and grip. He closes his eyes. I haul back and punch him in the abs. He smiles and says, “Do it again.” Without opening his eyes. I oblige and start to whale on him. Punch after punch to his abs and lower chest, all the while jerking him like I’m trying to pull his dick off his body. He continues to smile. I stop punching him and take a different approach. I put my free hand under his ball sack and start to massage the area. He moans and breathlessly says, “Oh…fuck.” And boom, it’s his turn to explode. Four shots come firing out of him. First one lands on the headboard behind me. Second one leaves a line from my forehead to pecs. Third one is a puddle on my abs. The last one is a mess on my hand. I look up to see him staring into my blue eyes with excitement and pleasure. “That was fucking awesome.” “Back at you Muscles.” And he collapses back down onto me for a deep cum laden kiss. We continue to roll around on the bed for a while, exploring each other, until Cam drifts off to sleep and I follow soon, after snuggling up next to him and draping my arm over his chest.

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And he had also experienced terror; a possibility that he could die and helpless to assist others. It was a lot to process. At least back in that fake world, it was safe and predictable. He wondered if he had decided to use the key to go back to his gilded cage, would he ever come back out? His thoughts then wandered back to last night when he met that bunny boy, Gene Lightfoot. He was strong and had lots of willpower. There was also a hint of carnal gluttony, but thinking about that part started to make Justice blush. And then there was the part where Gene invited him to the D.A.B. headquarters to file a report to help support Gene’s claims and shed some extra light on what had transpired. Thinking further back, there was also Sugar Skull; a perverted ghoul that was interesting to converse with. And then there was Octomentist. She was from the science-themed hero organization and was tough, but she meant well. Realization dawned on Justice. Yesterday was the first time he was able to interact with anybody without having to stick to a script. He could talk about anything without causing people to malfunction. His circle of friends no longer had to be his parents. There was so much risk in the real world, but it was all worth it to be able to socialize with other people and express himself however he wants. He also needed to get their personal phone number, if he wanted to continue talking to them. Filled with the inspiration to get outside, Justice decided to get out of bed. His muscular body of overbound proportions wrestled the golden sheets off his naked body. The silk sheets that grazed against his milk chocolate skin felt very pleasurable; combined with his king-sized memory foam mattress, it was like resting on a cloud that stimulated Justice to desire masturbation. The feeling was further increased when his long, meaty tip and full sack brushed against his euphoric bed sheets. His meatus then began to fill with the inspiration to release and erected itself into a hardened form. Justice cupped his hairless purse, full of his plum-sized sexual fruits, with one hand before dragging his fingertips over the crevice of his inner thigh, across his cobblestone abdomen, and then fiercely groping his sight-obscuring pectoral meat. His hips slowly gyrated against the golden silk, as he licked his lower lips and lightly bit them; a low moan escaping his lips in the process. As for the other hand, it gripped his erected dark chocolate bar; lazily pistoning until slithering away towards somewhere more enticing. It snaked down, passing underneath his pouched orbs of manliness, until reaching his pleasure hole. His fingers petted the hole’s moist rim; eliciting another low moan from himself. Without any resistance, a finger slid through the small gape and into his fleshy love tunnel. Then two. Then three. Each time his fingers effortlessly slipped in, Justice bucked and gasped sharply. Justice’s thoughts wandered to Gene and his encounter with him. The rabbit-eared demigod trapped in the Skeleton Lord’s dark magic that nearly brought him to orgasm. Without the circumstance of being in danger, it was quite sexy to dwell on that image. Justice remembered Gene’s body quiver from pleasure, and then he thought about Gene using his strength to dominate Justice himself. For as long as he could remember, Justice always felt an attraction to strong men. While it was fun to use his own hands to play with himself, he enjoyed the assistance of sexual toys more. He made a mental notation to pick up some pleasure tools later on. Justice then wondered if Sugar Skull really did have a ghost jelly cock. The possibility of the ghoul possessing one seemed exotic and oddly erotic. Justice groaned with bliss, as his groping hand switched to and fro with his bulbous pecs and more fingers slipped into his stretched hole. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Stepping out of his room, Justice made his way down the hall. He felt relaxed as his mind was still swimming in the euphoric afterglow. Though that was slowly disappearing due to his hunger pangs. Justice’s stomach grumbled, as he wish he had some clothes to put on. The only thing he could find in his room, other than bed sheets and curtains, was the apartment complex’s complimentary fluffy bathrobe. Had Justice been an average-sized person, the robe would have fit perfectly. Instead, all Justice could manage to do was tie it into a makeshift Japanese loincloth in order to at least cover up his manhood. While the penthouse apartment was his new home, he was not about to strut around naked when one of his parents could have dropped by unannounced. Justice made another mental note to purchase some clothes before shopping for lube and dildos. As Justice passed through the main hall, he noticed a change in his surroundings. Most of the statues and artworks portraying his dad, Apollo, was replaced with statues and other artwork renders of Ares and Aphrodite. Justice figured Papa and his mom had a talk with Apollo and wanted to be included in the final design. He then spotted different weapons and photographs of happy moments with his family framed across the wall. Upon arrival into the kitchen, Justice saw a black garment bag draped on a dining chair and a greeting card on the wooden dining table. Nobody else but Justice appeared to be in his apartment. Most likely, his parents must have stopped by earlier to drop those items off, while he was asleep. He approached the table and picked up the card. The front of the card had a cartoon cat with its fur soaking wet and dripping water onto a blank floor. It did not look pleased at the slightest. The front card read, “Heard you didn’t have a great day.” Opening the card, it was the same cat, but it was covered in a blanket looking satisfied. The rest of the card read, “But it’ll get better with love and some R&R”. Underneath the text and cartoon was his parents’ signatures. Aphrodite’s font signature of “Mom” was basic with a cute, curvy shape to it. Ares’ “Papa” looked as if it were written by a first grader. Apollo’s signature was the biggest that took over half of the blank space; written with his own name in huge cursive letters with big and fancy loops. Even in writing, Justice’s dad wanted to stand out. Justice then noticed some scribbles from Papa written on the opposite side of the card’s cartoon and signatures. Ares wrote, “Left you a spare of my clothes. Apollo really wanted to buy you new clothes, but I insisted you were old enough to buy your own. Spared you from skinny jeans. You’re welcome.” Turning his attention to the garment bag, he unzipped it to find a hanger draped with a black wife-beater shirt and a khaki utilikilt. Justice did not mind wearing kilts, as it felt nice to have his family jewels and muscular thighs being cooled during hot weather. And other than being more flexible to move with it, he knew his masculine body complimented well with the garment. Though it was not as if he had any other choice; seeing as how his only other option was to walk around in the fluffy, pink fundoshi loincloth he was currently wearing. He did not feel like challenging the boundaries of public indecency laws. The overly muscular bodybuilder then became distracted by his hunger pangs becoming more noticeable. His stomach felt as if it were thumping like a gorilla beating its chest. Justice hoped his family stocked the cabinets and fridge with food as he wandered over to refrigerator. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Marvelous Man floated inside of a parking garage on the third floor; scanning the area around him for any passerby. Only parked vehicles and deadening silence were on the only things on that level. He then glided to a corner and placed his bracelets together. Marvelous Man chanted, “Marvelous Muscle Magic, Metamorph!” The area around the superhero became a spaceless vacuum, as his clothes exploded like confetti holograms. His naked musclebound body continued to float in the vacuum with the second phase of his detransformation about to begin. Spanking sounds echoed in the chamber with paints of black and creamy tan striking with wall paint strokes at the musclebound body from every angle. The black paint slapped his back and torso; causing his meaty pectorals to jiggle in the process. The creamy tan paint swatted the spherical glutes and tree-trunk thighs; making them bounce in every direction. The slapping and spanking started slow and gained speed with every passing second. Accelerating the whipping to a point where the noises were no longer separate and became too many to keep track of. The paint collecting on the milk chocolate skin began to form into clothing fibers. This process continued in the void until Justice’s kilt and black tank top became fully formed. The timeless vacuum around Justice collapsed as his bare feet landed on cool concrete. He shivered, “Why is everything I do a sex thing?!” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The automatic doors that led from the parking garage to the Barticle Troy Mall slid open as Justice walked through. It was researched on his smartphone that Barticle Troy Mall was the largest shopping district in Skyway City with the most clothing stores. A five floor paradise for shoppers, and the most likely to lose children at. Conveniently, they also had a store that catered to adult paraphernalia. Though Justice needed to go to the D.A.B., it was still an hour before noon, and he figured he had enough time to purchase his personal essentials. As Justice began to integrate into the mall’s main artery, he surveyed his surroundings. The interior was packed with stores side by side; stretching off into the distance that created the feeling of taking a lifetime to visit every store in the mega mall. What surprised Justice the most was the diversity of the patrons that his parents never mentioned. Though when one is told superheroes are real, it was to be expected that there would be a richness of racial variety. And when Justice was superheroing, he hardly gave the civilians any attention other than keeping them out of harm’s way. Amongst the many humans that shopped there, a splash of science fiction and fantasy existed in the fray. Robots, cyborgs, and even supernatural and mythological beings walked about gossiping with others, including humans, or getting lost in their cell phones. Some were dressed with modern clothes, while others were garbed in armor or loincloths or other articles of clothing that reflected their culture of origin or beliefs. One thing that seemed to never change was overweight security guards. “Get back here, you stupid toy!” shouted an electronic voice. Justice turned to a voice and saw an eastern red dragon made of paper the size of his fist fly over his head before a chrome-plated robot jumped into his view. The bipedal machine apparently leapt, because it began to tackle Justice. While the robot was not too heavy for the surprised man to handle, it was enough to upset his balance and send the bodybuilder to the ground. He grunted as the impact and the robot’s weight pushed the air out of his lungs. The electronic voice spoke out, “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?!” The voice seemed to originate from somebody that was nearly face to face with Justice. Justice looked about and observed that the only person close enough to say that was the robot that had no lips. In general, the chrome machine lacked a face. On the section where its mouth was supposed to be located, there was a colored pink ring, like a glow stick, that circulated around the head. As for the eyes, it appeared to have three microscope lenses that differed in size. All three were located on a single rotator in the center like a mythical Cyclops. The only other feature on the mechanical being’s head was its ears. It had rabbit-like ears that seemed to resemble Gene Lightfoot’s. Justice felt pressure on his chest and gazed downwards. On top of his pectoral mountains were the droid’s hands; digging into and groping his chest as a means of trying to sit itself up. Even though the robot’s hands were of an average adult human size, it was not enough to contain the pec meat that spilled between the digits and outside of its grasp. And while it was a pleasant feeling, it was neither the right time or place for such foreplay to occur. “I’m okay, but could you please stop groping me?” asked Justice. The robot looked down and noticed its hands molesting Justice’s watermelon-sized chest. The chrome droid let out an inaudible squeak and immediately released its grip. The ring’s pink color seemed to intensify as if it were some sort of mood ring. The robot apologized, “Sorry!” “And get off of me,” said Justice. The robot stood up, “Sorry.” Brushing himself off, Justice rose up and surveyed the rest of the chrome automaton. Not did it seem to have ears similar to Gene’s, its height and body type were also alike. If the two were in a dark setting and the robot’s mood ring turned off, Justice would have a hard time distinguishing the two. It also seemed to be wearing an odd combination of clothes consisting of a white drawstring fundoshi loincloth with its string tied into a bow, a hunter green utility belt, and brown flip flops. “Why did you tackle me?” questioned Justice. The robot’s mood ring’s color shifted to white. It sighed, “I was trying to catch the dragon toy that flew over you. It’s over sixty dollars, and constantly on back order. Made the mistake of activating its seal before tying a string to it.” Justice turned to where the toy would have flown off to. “Don’t bother. It’s long gone now,” said the robot. Justice shifted uncomfortably, “Sorry.” “It’s not your fault. Though maybe if I had upgraded my body to be like a gymnast, I could’ve vaulted over you...though I think I’d need a pole vault and some doves for when I pole vault over you in slow motion,” remarked the droid. Justice giggled as the robot’s mood ring changed to sky blue. “Well, I’m glad there’s somebody around here with a sense of humor,” said the robot, “I’m Gemini,” Justice held out his hand, “I’m Justice.” Gemini looked down and observed Justice’s hand. He hesitated for a second before reciprocating Justice’s gesture of friendship. “Weird name. I would’ve figured names like Wall or Ox would’ve done you justice,” said Gemini. Justice giggled, “Did you seriously try to make a pun out of my name?” He began to walk forward with Gemini following next to him. “I know. It’s low-brow humor. I’m sorta rusty at jokes since...I don’t really have anybody to talk to at work,” shrugged Gemini. Justice asked, “You work alone?” “Naw, it’s just that everybody is a jackass. They see me as a joke or furniture or whatever and talk behind my back. Just because I’m not an organic being doesn’t make me less of a person for trying to study magic. So I get back at them by speaking in beeps and whirs. It all means jackshit, and it pisses them off. It’s awesome,” answered Gemini. Justice laughed, “That’s kind of an asshole thing to do. So you study magic?” “Yeah it’s what I was programmed for. My dad, I mean, creator was interested in seeing if a robot can perform magic. So I just try to analyze spells and enchanted items and see if I can understand how they can work. Currently, I’ve found that magic has a unique wavelength when my ears try to tune in. Haven’t been able to zero in on it yet, but I’m getting there,” explained Gemini. Justice thought back to his encounter of the dying magic that tried to keep the Skeleton Lord sealed. He questioned, “What about smell?” “Smell?” said Gemini. Justice nodded, “Yeah. When I found magic that died out, it made a popping noise and smelled like burnt popcorn.” Gemini tapped his chin as his mood ring changed to purple. “Interesting. What sort of magic was this?” he asked. Justice answered, “Uhhh, sealing magic.” “Did it have a color?” questioned Gemini. Justice replied, “Blue.” “When and where did you see this happen?” pressed Gemini. Not wanting to reveal his secret identity, Justice quickly surveyed the stores closest to him as a means of finding an excuse to distract Gemini. A few steps away, he spotted a boutique he needed to go into, Battlefield Delicates & Activewear. The shop seemed to cater mainly towards underwear and brief-style clothing. Underwear was a definite need for his wardrobe. Justice pointed, “Uhh, Oh hey! I need to get some clothes from this store. Want to come in with me?” “Mmm, Sure. I never went clothes shopping before. I mean, other than going to the supermarket to pick up the stuff I’m wearing right now. With exception to this Mokko fundoshi,” replied Gemini. Justice looked down at him, “Why not?” “Never saw the point of buying more, since I don’t soil it as easily as you organics do. No offense,” shrugged Gemini. Justice spoke back, “None taken.” As the two walked inside, Justice observed the interior. It looked no different than the clothing stores he shopped at back in Sunnysville; albeit with minor changes. The boutique was a small shop that had mannequins showing off the boutique’s flashiest clothing, thematic colors of brown, red, and grey strewn about, clothing racks with different styles and size, and a mix of electronica and heavy metal music softly playing from the store’s speakers. A small Latino sales clerk appeared from behind the purchasing counter and waved at the two. “Welcome to Battlefield Delicates & Activewear! How can I help you today?” he greeted. Justice waved back, “Oh, hi! I’m new here. Do you have anything my size? I’m an Extra Large.” “Of course! Everything you see here does carry an XL size. Have a look around and let me know if you need anything. We do have a changing booth in the back corner of the store,” nodded the sales clerk. Justice wandered the store with Gemini silently following behind. As they passed by the swimwear section, Justice snatched up swimming briefs that had colorful designs and patterns. There were other styles that caught his eye; such as mankinis and similar swimwear that were just as revealing. Gemini finally spoke up, “So why are you picking up so much? Don’t you only need one if you’re going swimming? Or is this for your daily activities when you’re walking around and stuff? Or...is it because you keep soiling them to the point that they have to be disposed?” “What?! No! I just like it. The designs are really nice, and I’d look good in it,” exclaimed Justice, “So it really is legal to wear all this in public places like this?” The robot pointed to his hunter green utility belt. “Pretty much. As long as your bits and tits are covered, you can wear as little as you like. I used to only wear a loincloth, but then I had trouble with transporting my personal effects around. Ya know, wallet and change and stuff. So I wear this cause of the pockets,” explained Gemini. Justice nodded, “Oh. So your job is okay with you dressed like that?” “Well, they don’t say anything, so I guess so,” answered Gemini. The two wandered over to the loincloth section. The area was lined with furs and long cloths meant to be fastened into a fundoshi-style loincloth. As Justice browsed the fur loincloths, he was slightly amused by a row that seemed to confirm a demand for fake fur loincloths; most likely for the people that wanted to feel like a barbarian without the feeling of blood on their hands. He picked up a few furs that felt really soft and turned to Gemini. Justice pleaded, “Can you hold a couple for me?” “Sure, I guess,” complied Gemini, “Hey, don’t dump the whole thing on me!” The mood ring on Gemini turned red as Justice began placing all his collected garments into Gemini’s arms. “Sorry, I’m running out of space on my arms,” apologized Justice. Gemini exclaimed, “Then stuff it between your pecs! There’s lots of space there!” Justice resumed his perusal while Gemini slowly calmed down with his mood ring becoming white. As Justice began to browse the fundoshi cloths and select whatever appealed to his tastes, a thought came to him. “Hey, I just thought about something. Do you have a favorite color?” questioned Justice. Gemini paused for a moment, “Hmmm, not really, no. You?” “Well...it used to be gold, but not anymore,” said Justice. Gemini pressed on, “Why?” “It’s...I don’t feel like it...it doesn’t really express me anymore. I don’t feel like I’m the best anymore. And gold is such an awesome color that winners wear. But I’ve only just been getting by, and there are people out there much better than me,” admitted Justice. Gemini followed Justice into the underwear section and said nothing for a few seconds. He then moved in front of Justice but kept close to his side. He stated, “So why not go after silver? Getting by is still winning. It’s just not the end result you wanted. It might not be as great as gold, but silver is still great nonetheless.” Justice stopped in his tracks. Gemini had a point. Silver is still an accomplishment and quite pretty; as well as shiny. “Hmmm, I guess you’re right. I think I’ll get seven of these then,” agreed Justice. Standing in front of a clothing rack full of shimmering silver thongs next to gold ones, Justice began picking them up. He would definitely look just as good in silver, and it would complement his golden bracelets. Gemini inquired, “So if gold isn’t your favorite color anymore, why do you still wear the bracelets?” “It’s a birthday gift from my parents. Besides, just because gold isn’t my favorite color anymore, doesn’t mean that I don’t like wearing golden jewelry,” answered Justice. After picking up other selections of thongs, jockstraps, and string bikini underwear, Justice and Gemini dropped the collected garments on the check-out counter in front of the store clerk. The store clerk scanned each clothing while asking his default question if they found everything to their liking. Justice responded with his scripted yes. Another thing that never changed even outside of the artificial word; store employees always asking the same questions and saying the same phrase. A few minutes passed by in silence after Justice’s reply until the clerk finished scanning all the clothes. The store employee looked up at Justice, “Your total is three thousand, six hundred and eighty-five dollars and sixty-eight cents.” Justice reached down into his utilikilt’s pockets and found only empty space. He never bothered taking his wallet and phone out of Marvelous Man’s jacket before transforming back. If he wants to get those two things back, he will have to transform again. “Shit…” gritted Justice in a hushed voice. He smiled at the clerk, “Umm, I think I left my wallet in the changing room. I’ll go get it and be right back.” After excusing himself, Justice powerwalked towards the corner end of the store where the changing room lied. He entered the stall and tapped his golden bracelets together. A small flash of light escaped from the stall twice but went unnoticed both times by his new friend and the clerk. Justice then exited the changing room and slowly waddled back to the cash register; trying to keep his massive erection tucked behind his tree trunk thighs. He reached into his khaki kilt’s pocket and retrieved his leather wallet. Pulling out a black debit card from it, he handed it over to the store clerk. Gemini turned to Justice, “The hell kind of job allows you to blow that amount of cash?” “I’m actually in between jobs right now. My parents, ummm...they left me a trust fund. And I’m buying this much cause I accidentally forgot to bring my clothes with me when I moved here,” explained Justice. Handing Justice back his debit card, the store employee began to stuff Justice’s purchased garments into several bags. The cash register completed the transaction and printed out a receipt during the bagging. The clerk then snatched the receipt and handed it, along with the filled shopping bags, to Justice. The retail associate chimed, “Thanks for shopping! Hope to see you again!” Justice thanked the clerk and accepted the items. Still feeling flustered from the transformations, Justice decided that he would finish his clothes shopping another day. After all, it was perfectly legal for him to wear his purchased clothings in public, so there was no longer an immediate need to find something to wear as Justice. With his shopping bags, he and Gemini exited the store. It was time to obtain the utensils for his adult needs. But first, he needed to find a directory. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Having walked passed a music store and up another floor, the duo arrived at the erotica store, Carnal Desires. The entire interior of the store was painted with a layer of black and random areas bathed in the rays of blacklight. Strewn about, there was aisles of sexual toys, lingerie, and DVDs. Though what stood out amidst this outlet was a small table carrying a wide selection of nail polish that was located in the center of the store’s foyer. “All right! I need to stock up on fingernail polish. I left my whole collection at home,” said Justice. Picking up a shopping basket he spotted next to the store’s entrance, Justice made his way to the nail polish table. The bodybuilder rapidly plucked every shade and placed it in his basket. Gemini’s mood ring turned to gray as he watched his friend shop. Gemini questioned out loud, “Why is there a nail polish section in this erotica outlet?” As Justice heard his friend’s inquiry, he looked at the label of the current polish he had in his grasp. “I dunno, but it’s pretty-...oh,” responded Justice, “It’s all sex pun names. Precum Clear.” Gemini’s mood ring turned to sky blue, “Ha! Well, at least they function as nail polish, right? That’s all that matters.” “Yeah, you’re right,” grinned Justice. With one of each color in the basket, Justice made his way to the sex toy aisle and eyed the rows of lubrications bottles within that area. He picked up each brand and sampled drops of it on his fingertip; rubbing his fingertips together to test its viscosity and slickness. Eventually, he settled on bottles of strawberry and grape flavored lubricant, a really slippery lube branded as Unicorn Cum, an itch-irritant lube branded as Crack Addict, and ultrasound thermal gel lubricant. Justice also included a few bottles of massage oil in case if he invited someone like Gene over for something more...sensual. The two made their way further down the aisle into the rows of dildos differing in height, width, color, and even species. Justice browsed passed the smaller, beginners selection and inspected the ones for more advance users. Grabbing a couple that suited his fancy, he began stuffing a few into his basket. Gemini’s mood ring flared pink, “H-Holy shit! You can actually fit those in you?! That one’s as big as my fist!” “Yeah. I’m naturally loose, and I’ve had a lot of practice. I’ve even deepthroated them when I was in the mood,” shrugged Justice. Gemini shook his head, “Nooo...That?! No way you could fit that in your throat! Don’t you humans, ya know, throw up? Cause of that bulimia stuff.” “Nope. I never had a gag reflex. Made sword swallowing really easy when I tried that one time,” reminisced Justice. Gemini crossed his arms, “Prove it.” “Okay,” said Justice. Deepthroating was always an easy feat for Justice, especially for a dildo that size. It was a bit amusing for Justice to see Gemini so shocked. Though he had to admit, performing oral on a sex toy in public to amaze his friend was a bit arousing. Picking up the toy Gemini exclaimed about, he held its bulbous head to his lips. A tumbling sound of rubbery thuds echoed on the top shelf next to him. Turning to the noise, Justice spotted a decorated skull. It was perched above the top shelf of toppled dildos; staring down at him. In each of its sockets was a blinking red light in the center, while white pixelated words “REC” appeared in the top center of the empty, black sockets. The skull seemed to breathe heavily like a stereotypical voyeur pervert. Justice’s brow flexed in confusion, “Sugar Skull?” “You know this guy?” said Gemini. Marvelous Man personally met the Sugar Skull and would have knowledge about the ghoul’s existence. Justice, however, did not. Justice lied, “No. That head is a sugar skull. The kind from Dia de los Muertos.” “That is correct. But I’m not just any sugar skull. I’m THE Sugar Skull,” proclaimed the ghoul. Sugar Skull began to clumsily climb over the aisle dividing shelves; his torso crossing over and knocking over other dildos in the process. The dildos rolled off the shelf and made rubber plattering sounds upon floor impact. It was surprising to see Sugar Skull not glowing at all after being supercharged last night. The ghoul continued, “And I-” The shelf holding up the sex toys and the upper half of Sugar Skull’s body collapse. Upon the echo of bent metal, Sugar Skull careened towards the ground. Justice and Gemini took a step back for the ghoul to land between them, rather than on them. His fall was broken by the floor dildos; causing his back to land in an uncomfortable, jagged fashion. “Aye!” grunted Sugar Skull, “I’m okay. I just need to move into a more comfortable position.” The ghoul used his legs to push off the ground and slide himself forward. After two soft pushes, Sugar Skull’s head was directly underneath Justice’s khaki utilikilt. Justice rolled his eyes. Of course Sugar Skull would do something like that. “Wow, you are packing! Do you have a permit for that, uh, concealed weapon?! Perhaps you should squat down, so I can inspect it. Maybe even have a taste of your fruit salad. Don’t worry, I love licking the rim of the bowl too,” exclaimed Sugar Skull. He paused for a moment, “Oh. You probably couldn’t see, but I was, umm, waggling my long blue jelly tongue at you.” Gemini’s mood ring flashed green before switching to a concentrated orange. As the colors flashed, the robot stepped forward and stomped on Sugar Skull’s crotch. The ghoul wailed in pain, while Gemini continued to grind his foot against Sugar Skull’s privates. Sugar Skull immediately rolled away from Gemini’s assault and stood up. His eyes changed back to spinning, yellow cartoon flowers. The ghoul winced, “I think you misheard me. I didn’t ask you to crush my balls. Though I’m not opposed to it. I’m just not in the mood for it right now.” “Well, I’m not in the mood for you sexual harassing my new friend,” fired back Gemini. Sugar Skull smiled, “Ohhh, so you were feeling left out, huh? It’s fine. Everybody wants to touch the living contradiction of life and death. So tell me, how big is your robo dick?” Gemini’s mood ring returned to white while crossing his arms. “I don’t have one,” he said. Justice and Sugar Skull both said, “Huh?” “I don’t have one. I don’t have a penis cause I’m not a pleasurebot,” explained Gemini, “...And cause I haven’t gone through robo-puberty yet…” The ghoul broke out in laughter. His purple teeth chattered for a few seconds before his face became completely serious. “Wait, how old are you? Because I don’t mess with kids, and I’m not going to touch any robo jailbait,” said Sugar Skull. Gemini sighed, “There’s no laws for robot pedophilia...I don’t think...But if it helps, I’m physically six months old. Mentally, I’m nineteen years old.” The air hung thick with awkward tension, as rave music played in the distance. “Huh. Well, that’s sort of killing my erection,” said Sugar Skull. The ghoul turned to Justice, “But perhaps I can resurrect yours, hehe. Tell me, what’s better than one penis?” Before Justice could answer, Sugar Skull stepped towards him. He closed the gap between himself and Justice until they were within kissing distance with each other’s faces. The ghoul grabbed Justice’s hand and placed the palm against the loins of his purple pants. “Two penises,” whispered in Justice’s ear. The curiousness about Sugar Skull went up another level. In the palm of Justice’s hand, it actually felt like there was two penises residing in the ghoul’s nethers. Gemini’s mood ring changed to green. Gently wringing his hand away, Justice stepped back. He declined, “Sorry, but I don’t even know your name.” “Oh, how rude of me,” apologized the ghoul, “My name is Sugar Skull. A ghoul from Limbo. My job is to investigate any supernatural things that could be hiding in the human body. I am excellent at searching every crevice and places that are in need of being touched.” Justice held out his hand in an attempt to greet. Hopefully to distract Sugar Skull from making the effort of seducing him. He introduced himself, “I’m Justice. Justice Starr.” Sugar Skull reciprocated the handshake. “A pleasure to meet you...or will be, hehe. Say, have we met before? Perhaps in a dark place? Your body is very familiar,” said the ghoul. Justice shook his head, “I don’t think so. I just moved here yesterday.” “Hmmm, well, I do not usually go for big guys. But you are very cute. You remind me of a hero I met last night,” mentioned Sugar Skull. Justice began to sweat, “Oh?” “Yes. And maybe I’ll see him and you again soon,” flirted Sugar Skull. The ghoul reached into his purple sleeve and pulled out a business card. He placed it in Justice’s basket. Sugar Skull winked with a heart emoticon, “My card. In case you wish to discuss later...or maybe something more. Adios.” As Sugar Skull turned to walk past Gemini, Justice picked up the card from his shopping basket. Other than his name, phone number, and email printed on it, there was big cursive text that read, “Let’s make each other feel alive~”. Justice flipped the card to see if there was anything else printed on it. It was a greyscale photo of Sugar Skull’s naked, chiseled body covered in rose petals and lying on what appears to be a fur rug. The ghoul’s head was cropped out of the photo as well as his nethers. His hands were sensually placed with one on the edge of his chest, and the other on the crevice of his diamond cut hips. It seemed that no matter what Sugar Skull did, it was always a flirtatious opportunity to get into his pants. “What a creep,” huffed Gemini. Justice shrugged, “I think he means well. He just...gets caught up showing off. I admit, it is a bit charming. C’mon, I gotta go buy this stuff, and I don’t want to be caught with the wrecked dildo shelf.” The two made their way to cash register and proceeded the checkout with the store’s clerk. Thankfully, the total price was not as ridiculous compared to the Battlefield store, so Gemini did not bother to raise questions about his income or work history. Perhaps the trust fund excuse extinguished any further monetary query. After all, it was only a measly five hundred dollars; an amount that Justice considers to be petty. As the two left the store with the recently purchased adult toys and lubrication, Justice remembered something. It was something he needed to give his friend before anything else. It was not too weird to be giving gifts to somebody you just met, right? “Oh, right! I almost forgot,” he said, “I got you a gift!” Digging through the clothes of his Battlefield shopping bags, Justice searched for Gemini’s gift. His eyes glittered as he found what he was looking for. Pulling it out, the gift revealed to be a drawstring fundoshi. “Here! I got you another Mokko fundoshi!” presented Justice. Handing it to Gemini, the robot held it in front of his eyes. The lenses on Gemini’s head rotated as it seem to be scanning the garment. His mood ring changed to a thoughtful purple. He analyzed, “It’s...very blue. It’s dark...yet very bright. What shade is this?” “I know, right? It’s Zaffre. It’s like a shade of cobalt or lapis. I got you this, so you had more variety. And in case you soiled the one you’re wearing, heh. Blue is a friendly color, so I figured your coworkers might liken up to you more. Plus, I think it’d look good on you,” explained Justice. Gemini’s mood ring changed to pink, “Oh...thanks. It’s very nice. Thank you.” “You’re welcome. Hey, do you know what time it is?” smiled Justice. Gemini replied, “Ummm, it’s 12:36 P.M. Why?” Justice’s eyes went wide. He had spent too much time socializing and shopping. The goal was to spend thirty minutes of gathering some of his necessities and handling the rest after he visited the D.A.B. Headquarters. But even though he failed to accomplish this goal, he did not feel completely bad about it. “Oh, man! Sorry, I gotta go! Running late! I’ll see you later!” said Justice. Justice dropped his shopping bags and took off; sprinting towards the parking lot. He could hear Gemini calling off into the distance, but there no time to reply. Justice knew it was rude to leave his new friend abruptly and leave all his shopping bags there. However, he was on a tight schedule and could not waste a second more. In Justice’s mind, he quickly rationalized that his bags would appear at his apartment within an hour. After all, that is how it worked in Sunnysville, so the same should happen in the real world. Because if it did not, then Justice would be royally screwed. Next Chapter