This choice: "I'd wager we'd better go with the "hands free" option." • Go Back...Chapter #6Headfirst Into Schlong by: Vickers   If you had a nickel for every time you had accurately predicted this exact situation, you would have amassed enough cash to buy a used car. Alen grinned, his sopping wet dirty blonde hair framing the glee on his face as your own made contact with his urethra. He shivered and moaned with the sensation. The hand not holding you slowed it's repetitive motion, though not enough to prevent the end of his cock from bouncing into your cheek every other stroke.
"Fuck yeah... This is gonna be great. And I promise I'll be gentle... Sorry for being so expedient, but I can't just let this opportunity pass me by..." As soon as Alen was done with that statement he guided your head towards the tip of his cock once more. Then, his glans flared wide, pretty drooling from his slit as your head, neck, and shoulders all filed inside in one slurp.
Then he guided your torso in, pulling you out every few seconds only to push you even further on the next cycle. He was using you to sound his cock! The blood vessels surrounding you were pulsing like made, your own cock was pressed hard against your stomach by the sides of his urethra and despite the mild discomfort you almost came yourself.
Soon, all that remained outside was your feet. Finally Alen released his grip on his rod, sat on the toilet seat, and placed his hands on his thighs while his tube snake spasmed around its meal. The college graduate closed his eyes, focusing on the orgasmic sensation that was your tiny form lodged in his cock, and clenched. Instantly your feet disappeared. Your entire body was reduced to a slight bulge slowly travelling down his shaft with every twitch.
"Ohhhhh... Hell yeah man. You're a natural at this. I'll have to thank your younger brother for training you so well... maybe I'll let him keep the power over you as thanks... The women of the house not being able to shrink you would be enough, wouldn't it?" Alen chuckled, unsure if you could even hear him.
You could, actually. Even though your were completely swallowed and surrounded by erect and engorged man flesh. Even though your head was starting to slip into a cum filled chamber in your friend's right testicle. You couldn't say you were surprised. Or even disappointed. Fewer people having power over your size ultimately meant you might have a slightly more normal lif-
And with that, you fell face first into a pool of cum. Alen felt your rapid descent and couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, at least my nuts are more spacious, right?" He gave his scrotum a few playful tugs and shakes, sending you off balance and back into the milky seed almost as soon as you found your feet.
"I'll make it up to you later buddy, I promise. This is just too hot..." And just like that, a rhythmic motion of sloshing nuts and upended gravity alerted you to the fact that Alen was jacking off again. "Let's get you some more room in there..."
Your captor bit his lip, staring at the mirror in front of the toilet as he imagined what you might look like trapped in his testicle. So weak, so pathetic, utterly unable to stop him from sending you to his nuts.
Still, he was your friend. Eventually he would let you out, grow you back to normal, and let you go home. It was just a matter of when.
"Uuuughhhhh... FUCK!" Alen had finally climaxed, sending thick ropes across the bathroom. Some almost touched the ceiling, a few landed on the mirror. The last few pumps managed to get into his chest hair, dribbling down his stomach towards his crotch. Oh well, he could just step back into the shower for a few more minutes. At the very least he had stayed true to his word about getting you some more room. Your prison cell was almost completely devoid of semen by that point, even though you had almost gotten shot out with it.
The most important thing though was he managed to keep you in his sack. Satisfied, he got to his feet and stepped back under the warm water. Alen then lathered up a loofah with some body wash and went about removing his seed from his skin.
For your part, you were starting to feel drowsy. Do you stay awake through the shower?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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