Chapter Two: Brian's ride on Old Saint Dick
Brian had no idea why he was going to the office Christmas party. He barely associated with any of his coworkers, let alone party with him. The fact that his cubicle was in the back of the office fueled his alienation. Brian had just stepped out of the shower, grabbed a tower, and took a good look at himself in the mirror. Brian had the body of a supermodel. The problem was he
didn't know it. He had jet black hair with bangs that hung over his emerald green eyes, full luscious red lips, a jaw that would make Brad Pitt blush, and a smooth olive tan that spread over his swimmer's build. When he wasn't
working, Brian was working out. Most assumed that it was some form of vanity, or that he was trying to compensate for having a small penis. They couldn' t have been more wrong about his 7.5 inch dick that stood straight up when he was hard. Brian worked out so much because he couldn't see the hunk that everyone else saw. Distraught over what the night would bring, he decided to take his therapists' advice and step outside of his comfort zone, which didn' t hold a lot of room. After trying to decide over which of his shirts (that all looked the same) to wear, he decided to be on the safe side and wear the dress shirt he always wore to work. He spent another ten minutes debated with himself in the mirror whether or not to walk out the door. "Okay Brian, stop shaking and relax. Remember something new, something…new." Another ten minutes of wiping the sweat from all the places that made him nervous (particularly his ass crack) and he was out the door. Brian was standing in the corner watching everyone around him laugh, converse, and play games. Tipsy women were hitting on him left and right but quickly became annoyed when he failed to step up and take control. Brian wasn't there for more than 10 minutes when he decided to leave. He was moving to pick up his jacket when through all the drunken eggnoggers was a a dark figure. The dark shape was dressed all black, complimenting his smooth chocolate complexion. He was so stunned, Brian dropped his jacket. As knelt own to pick it up he looked back up and the figure was no where to be seen. Feeling for the jacket and surveying the crowd, his hand found itself on a black boot. He slowly looked up at his catch only to find that black machine standing over him. As Brian's eyes made their way up the tower of a man, he saw his Gucci boots, black slacks that hugged a gigantic bulge, and what could only be described as the pecs of Hercules covered in a black velvet turtleneck. He stood and nearly lost his breath looking at the figure's chiseled face, beautiful pink balloons for lips, and a pair of blue eyes that could steal your soul. " Dropped your coat." "Oh uh, tha..thank you. I didn't mean to stare." "It's quite alright, I get that a lot." Brian couldn't keep eye-contact so he started looking around. "I see. Um great party eh?" The figure said nothing. He was eyeing his prey like Dracula looking for a fresh bite. "No not really. This party expired before it began. I'm Damien." He extended his hand and Brian reached to shake it. Damien shook Brian's hand while glaring into his eyes. He jerked Brian forward and held him close with one arm. He whispered into Brian's ear, "Let's go have real party." Brian tried to protest, but Damien smelled heavenly and his hot breath on Brian's ear sent chills down his spine. He weakly closed his eyes and opened quickly at the thought of others watching him locked in tight hug with another man. He whispered back trying to pull back, "Listen…uh Damien I'm not â€"" "Going to let an opportunity like this pass you by." Damien stuck out his hot sticky tongue and swirled it around his ear, sucking his lobe and leaving a string of saliva dripping. "You've been waiting for something new, and this Christmas I have the perfect stocking stuffer." His voice purred through Brain's ear sending vibrations through his entire body. It was as if he had been put under a spell. Brian nodded his head. "Attaboy, let's go Brian." "He wait I didn't tell you my-" Damien jerked his arm dragging him out of the party. Without pressing the button, the elevator opened and Damien threw Brian up against the wall inside and probed his mouth deep with his tongue. " Are you ready for some real fun?" Brian was so nervous he was shaking. Damien hit level six three times and the elevator plummeted. Brian was afraid something was wrong with the elevator as he went further and further until it passed the basement, which was strange because the basement was supposed to be the lowest level. The elevator stopped and opened. Brian thought he was seeing things. There was a club booming with loud music and what looked like hundreds of people dancing; some half naked, some completely naked. It was dark with red lights blinking everywhere. Brian looked up and saw a smoky lit up sign saying Club Nightmare. Passing through crowd, he saw men fucking men, women fucking women fucking men and so on. Brian had never seen two men fuck before and was getting really turned on. Damien stopped, making Brian stumble into his back. He turned and ripped off Brian's shirt.. "Dance with me! " Damien grabbed him and started grinding his giant cock against Brian's swelling member. Brian felt like jello in his arms. He pulled his head close
and licked his face from chin to forehead. "Now listen carefully, I'm here to give a chance to start over and experience things you never dreamed possible." "I don't know. I mean what is all this? I don't think-" "NO don't think! Feel!" He pulled Brian's ass into him and held his lips.
"Aren't you tired of the same old routine: waking up alone, working in your little cubicle, going home to an empty apartment? I can I give you more! All you have to do is give yourself to me!" Brian lifted his head and looked into Damien devilish eyes. "Just let go!" Brian pressed his wet lips against Damien and tackled his tongue. Damien took his own finger, bit it and a drop of blood spilled out. He sucked his finger and placed it behind Brian' s back and placed it down the crack of his ass rubbing his blood against Brian 's sweaty hole. He then placed that finger into Brian's mouth and Brian sucked the blood and salty sweat cocktail, and instantly his body felt hot like his veins were on fire. "And now you're mouth and ass belong to me… forever." Damien no longer had to drag him around. Brian was now completely under his spell. Damien led him through to the back of the club where two black muscle men in leather jockstraps opened the door for their master. Brian was amazed to see naked to some thirty white hot bubble but glistening men in what looked like an orgy pretzel. The scent of dick, ass, and male testosterone filled the room and traveled into Brian's nostrils. In unison the men said, "Daaaaaammmmmien, have you come to play?" "Out." Disappointed, they all retreated sizing Brian up and giggling as they walked by When the doors closed behind them, Damien threw Brian on the big round red velvet bed. Damien snapped his fingers and the lights dimmed and "Poppin'" by Chris Brown played, although Brian could see no speakers. Damien slowly stripped. He turn around and slowly bent over lowering his red thong, from his big hard bubble butt. Brian was surprised to see a slightly pink hole. He then crawled over to Brian like a lion about to eat his prey. He climbed on top of Brian and stood. He slowly lowered his ass on top of Brian face. Brian stuck out his tongue to lick it but Damien bounced up so as to
tease Brian's tongue. After teasing him some more, he placed his rosebud gently on Brian's lips. Brian could smell the sweet must of Damien's hole and his cock sprang to life. "Stick out your tongue and fuck my hole!" Damien commanded. He bounced up and down and Brian could feel the warm slippery tightness of Damien cavity. As he bounced, Damien reached forward and ripped off Brian's pants to expose his throbbing tool. He leaned over and licked the dripping precum off of Brian's head. "Ahh!' Brian moaned as the hotness of his breath tickled Damien's asshole. "Keep sucking my butt! I didn't tell you to stop! He then lifted Brian's legs to see Brian's tight little pussy hole. He popped his hand on Brian's cheeks and rubbed it. Brian was startled. `You like that?" "Ow! Yes." "I can't hear you!" Pop! "Yes!' Pop. "YeS!" "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to stop!" Brian's ass was now bright red. Damien spit on his pucker and it winked at him. He mixed his spit with Brian's ass sweat and dove his finger in his ass. Brian screamed. Damien slammed his ass down on Brian's face. "Shut up!" Damien's sweaty butt was all pressed against his face. He plunged finger after finger until Brian was open enough to fit Damien's cock. He sucked on Brian's ass some more until the hole had a bright red ring around it. He swiped his hand across it hard and fast like Brian was pig. He flipped him over and stood him on his knees so he could slap Brian's face with his big monster. Any fear about that cock Brian would've had was not present as he was totally devoted to servicing Damien's cock. Damien teased Brian's tongue with his cock. " You want it? No you don't." "Yes please I want it!" "Then open your mouth boy." Damien smacked his dick on Brian's tongue. Then he shoved his sausage down his throat and Brian chocked. His eyes bulged and globs if saliva dripped from his mouth. He only had in 7 inches, but Damien was determined to get every inch of his cock in there. He pressed Brian's head down more and more until he was literally chocking and seconds away from passing out. His nose was pressed against Damien's pubes. Damien finally let him go as Brian started to black out. Brian gasped for air, and fought to get right back on his dick, but Damien held him back. "Enough fucking around." He grabbed a blood red condom from the other side of the bed and made Brian slide it on with his teeth. Brian turned around arching his back so his pink booty stuck up in the air. Damien slowly pushed Brian's button until it opened. As he popped in, Brian began to sweat more on his forehead and his ass, providing its own lubricant. He started shaking but refused to let this cock get the best of him. When his ass was completely rapped around Damien's meat, he started pushing back on Damien's cock. Damien grabbed his black hair and pulled it as he fucked him like a cowboy. " Goddamnit! Fuck me! I'm yours! Fuck this white pussy hole!" Brian had no control of the words coming from his mouth. His ass was talking. Damien slapped his ass and grinded with his hands on his ass. Faster, faster, faster faster. The sounds of his ass hitting Damien's groin made slapping sounds. "Fuck me…..AaAaAHhH!" Damien started growling like a bear pumping harder. He popped the ass with his fist hard and fucked him now without his hands anchored on Brian's ass. "Come on! Get on that fucking dick!" Damien pulled him up and turned him around so he could sit on his rod. Damien glared into his eyes as Brian rode his cock hard and his own cock stood straight up rubbing the ridges of Damien's 8 pack. He started stuttering and held him close like Damien was his daddy. He rested his head on Damien's shoulder as Damien pumped up in him. Drooling on his shoulder, "Fuh..fuh. Fuck me daddy!" Damien spanked him as he held his ass cheeks. Damien yelled in a low voice, "YOU WANTED ME TO RELEASE YOU! NOW IT'S TIME!" His pumping speed increased double, and Brian sat back on his arms fully exposing his cock oozing. The hard fast pumping like a jackhammer made Brian stutter as he yelled, "Fucking release me! Fuck me! Fucking releeeeeeease meeee!" He shot cum everywhere, his chest, all over the bed, and Damien's abs. Damien's eyes appeared to grow a bright red, and pumping at impossible speed, he shot hot boiling cum into Brian' s ass. He roared like a lion. Brian kept screaming and cumming. He fell week, his knees buckled under him and he passed out. Brian awoke naked under his desk in his cubicle naked. All his coworkers were standing around and his boss was in front of him. "What the fuck is going on here Brian? I want you in my office in 5 minutes. Get dressed!" He threw Brian his clothes from the chair. Trying to make sense of his wild dream and how he got there, he sat up with papers stuck to hid dick and chest from dried cum. Sore, he sat up and saw a small Christmas stocking on his cubicle wall. He reached inside and pulled out a dark chocolate candy cane and a red condom filled with cum. He immediately remembered everything. The condom had steam coming out of it, as it was still hot. When he got dressed, he walked passed giggles and stares without care. He entered his boss's office without knocking, which he had never done before. "Hey I didn't say come-" "Shut up! You listen here you fat bald smelly little man! I quit. I serve a higher power now! Gone is the timid self-conscious nerd you used to push around. He's dead! Oh is that my file on your desk? May I see?" He grabbed it and ripped it to pieces laughing hysterically. He opened the door and turned around. "Oh yeah, and Merry Christmas!" He said with a smile. He slammed the door shattering the glass.