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In the morning I woke up terribly sore and noticed that I could not move. The thick layer of sperm that covered me had solidified during the night and I was completely stuck to the table. How disgusting! I couldn’t do anything until Neal got up.
After a good while I felt his huge body move. He stretched and, after a few moments, looked around and noticed me. He looked terrible and was holding his – I guess – sore head. I felt a terrible shame as I felt his gaze, remembering everything that had happened the night before.
-Buffff, God, what a hangover -he turned to me and smiled -rough night, eh, Petey? -. I couldn’t believe it, was that all he was going to say? -I don’t remember much, but I think Mike went too far with you -. Mike?! Only Mike?! -I’m sorry. That’s why I didn’t want him to see you. I was afraid of something like that. Let’s get you cleaned up.
He pulled me away from the table and took me to the sink. I was bruised and quite disappointed. My godfather had decided to forget all about his involvement in my humiliations the night before and blame it all on his friend. What did I expect anyway, an apology? I realized that I was too insignificant for that.
After washing me he absentmindedly left me on the living room table and returned to the couch, where he had been napping for a while. Suddenly his phone rang. He went to the kitchen, where he had left it, I heard him talking to someone and he came back.
-It was Mike, apparently he left his reading glasses here yesterday. Since he lives nearby, he’s going to come by now to pick them up.
My heart skipped a beat, the brute from the night before was there again? Terrible fate for me, I thought, and I wasn’t wrong.
In about half an hour the doorbell rang and Mike’s huge obese figure appeared through the door. He looked in much better mood than Neal. He entered the living room and immediately noticed me.
-HELLO, FAGGOT! HOW ARE YOU? AS YOU LIKE COCKS, I GUESS YOU HAD A GREAT TIME YESTERDAY, DIDN’T YOU? HAHAHAHAHAHA…
In a moment he took me once more in his hand and directed me to his crotch, where he was rubbing me for a while against the fly of his jeans.
-THAT’S IT! THIS IS A REAL BIG COCK, LIKE THE ONES YOU LIKE, ISN’T istanbul travesti IT?
The bad thing is that this time, in the agitation, my robe came off and I was naked. To my misfortune, when Mike put me back on the table, I couldn’t hide the tremendous boner I got being used by that immense male. What I had managed to hide the night before was now totally exposed.
-LOOK, LOOK! LOOK AT HIS TINY COCK! HE LIKES IT, HE LIKES ME TO TREAT HIM LIKE THAT… WHAT A FAGGOT, HAHAHA….
Neal looked at me and I saw his face change to an expression of absolute disgust. I knew at that moment that I was in trouble. Mike continued his game, completely along the lines of the night before, and started spitting on me again. My erection would not go down and the giant kept fingering it, with loud guffaws. He also kept putting me under his huge foot, threatening to crush me. In the end, he put me back in the fishbowl from the night before, which was still full of their rancid piss and, unzipping his fly, his gigantic cock let out another good stream of piss.
-WELL, WELL, WHAT A FAGGOT! -He repeated- HE WON’T GET OFF EVEN IF I PISS ON HIM. I’LL FRESHEN HIM UP A BIT SO YOU DON’T GET MAD-. Taking me in his hand, he took me to the kitchen and held me for a while under the freezing cold water of the sink faucet. Then he carelessly left me again on the table in the living room. I hurried to put my robe back on, which had been left lying around, totally embarrassed. During all this time Neal did not intervene at all, just looked infinitely disgusted.
-WELL, WE’LL GO ON PLAYING, WON’T WE? AND MORE NOW KNOWING WHAT YOU LIKE…” he winked at me with one of his huge eyes. And saying goodbye to Neal, he took his glasses and left. I waited in fear for my godfather’s reaction, and my fears were realized.
As soon as Mike walked out the door Neal turned to me in a thunderous voice:
-I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW! HOW CAN YOU BE SO ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING? IT’S HARD ENOUGH ENOUGH TO ACCEPT THAT YOU LIKE DICK, BUT THIS IS UNBELIEVABLE,” I began to tremble. I had never seen my godfather enraged or using such foul language. At that size it was really scary. I covered my ears, as he was tearing me apart. However, that didn’t bother istanbul travestileri him at all and he continued to shout. HOW CAN IT TURN YOU ON TO HAVE A MAN SPIT ON YOU, TO HAVE A MAN STEP ON YOU, TO PISS ON YOU!!!!! YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING THEY’VE DONE TO YOU AND MORE. WHAT WOULD YOUR FATHER SAY IF HE SAW YOU? HE’D PROBABLY STEP ON YOU HIMSELF LIKE A FILTHY INSECT, WHICH IS WHAT YOU ARE!
His words, at this point, no longer had any effect on me. However, I began to fear for my life, especially when he suddenly grabbed me in his hand.
-FOR MY PART, OF COURSE THIS IS OVER. I THINK IT’S TIME TO END YOUR MISERABLE LIFE AND, AS I WAS TOLD, I CAN DO IT WITHOUT ANY PROBLEM. I OWN YOU. WHAT MY BODY IS ASKING ME FOR IS TO GIVE YOU A SLOW AND PAINFUL DEATH, TAKING YOUR LEGS FIRST, YOUR ARMS… -again that sadistic streak seemed to come out in him- BUT FOR THE LOVE I HAD FOR YOUR FATHER, THAT I HAD FOR YOU, I WILL NOT DO IT THAT WAY. HOW WILL I DO IT? LET’S SEE… I CAN CHOKE YOU, I JUST NEED A FINGERTIP FOR THAT….
No sooner said than done, the pad of his huge thumb was placed on my face and pressed my mouth and nose, I tried to pull back, but already another of his huge fingers had been placed on the back of my neck and prevented me from doing so. I stayed like that for a few seconds, trapped between his fingers, choking, but finally the pressure relented and my face was free again.
-I CAN ALSO SIMPLY SQUEEZE YOU BETWEEN MY FINGERS,” his hand closed over me and began to apply pressure. I saw my end come as I struggled in the giant fist, but again he released me within seconds.
-OR, SINCE YOU LIKE TO BE PISSED ON, I COULD PUT YOU IN A SMALL JAR, FILL IT WITH MY PISS AND THEN COVER IT SO YOU COULDN’T GET OUT AND WATCH COMFORTABLY HOW YOU DROWN IN THE PISS. CAN YOU CONCEIVE OF ANYTHING MORE HUMILIATING THAN DROWNING IN A MAN’S PISS? I BET YOU’D LIKE THAT! -he said, looking infinitely disgusted. I felt chills imagining the scene. Would he be capable of being so sadistic? At that moment, somehow, I was certain that the idea of taking my life had been in his head from the very first moment. What a tremendous mistake it had been to turn to him!
-I THINK THE BEST THING TO DO IS TO JUST STOMP YOU OUT LIKE travesti istanbul YOU WOULD STOMP OUT AN INSECT. THEN I’LL HAVE A LITTLE FUN TOO -he quickly lowered me to the ground and lifted his huge bare foot above me. I frantically fled as the huge plant hit the ground and ran away. A second later his other foot landed heavily in front of me, cutting me off. I ran in another direction to meet his giant foot again. He kept me like that for a few minutes, playing cat and mouse, while I ran away crazed, knowing that in a few seconds my godfather would end my life like an ant.
Suddenly, his phone rang in the kitchen. He looked up and seemed to hesitate for a moment.
-DON’T MOVE. I REALLY WANT TO ENJOY THIS -and he walked out into the kitchen. I heard him answer the call. I looked around and suddenly remembered: The hole in the wall! I had to get to it before Neal came back. It was my only chance!
I ran with all my heart towards that possible way of salvation, praying that Neal’s call would last long enough to reach him. The giant was just re-entering the room when I threw myself to the ground and lying down I managed to quickly get through the hole. At least I could hide there, if only momentarily. My godfather, not seeing me, began to call out to me threateningly:
-WHERE ARE YOU? COME OUT RIGHT NOW! LOOK, IF I HAVE TO FIND YOU I CAN BE VERY CRUEL… -and I knew certainly that was true. He didn’t need to say it. As I listened to the giant’s terrifying footsteps, I looked around and saw that the hole was not closed, but that there was light at the bottom. It had an exit! I walked towards it and saw that it communicated directly with the small garden at the back of Neal’s villa. As I walked out, I kept hearing my godfather, who had changed his tone:
-COME ON OUT! COME OUT FROM WHEREVER YOU ARE HIDING! I WON’T HURT YOU, HONEST. I WASN’T SERIOUS BEFORE. COME ON, PETER, WHERE ARE YOU?
I completely ignored the huge voice. My godfather was already history for me. Once in the garden it was completely impossible for him to find me. Besides, I could leave the property without any problems. I headed towards the street, with a terrible fear, aware of all the dangers that hovered around me, but at the same time feeling in my body a sense of freedom as I had not had in all the days with Neal. I took a deep breath and walked quickly. I didn’t know what I would find, but at least I was again the master of my own life. The immense world was waiting for me…
THE END?
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