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Sunday, April 28, 2013

Middleboro Part 14

Here we go guys.  Middleboro is back in action and with custom drawings done by Bazotter.  I think he's done a tremendous job, and I would like to see you guys pay him back by visiting his Yahoo Group: Bazotter where you can see plenty more of the same sort of drawings. 

I'm working on Chapter 15 and should have that ready soon unless Bazotter is willing to attempt drawings for that, too.

Jack ran as fast as he could down the narrow tunnel.  The darkness was near absolute and he kept slowing down, feeling ahead to ensure he wasn’t about to trip over some tree branch or stone.  The water in the bottom of the tunnel was very shallow.  Maybe a few inches at best.  And it was warm.  He could feel it through his shoes, which were sopping wet.

Jack’s fear had begun to abate somewhat.  Maybe it was the physical exertion, the running, that took his mind off it.  He knew, intellectually, that he should be terrified.  He was stumbling through a dark and wet tunnel searching for some creature that could take on the guise of his inner-most sexual desires.  He knew that if the creature could make him cum that he would be done for.  He would undoubtedly pass out again only to awake that thing’s prisoner.

If he awoke at all. 

But Jack couldn’t think about that.  Couldn’t give in to his fears.  He had to find David. He had to bring David back.

A light up ahead.

It was a light, wasn’t it?  Dim at first.  So dim that Jack wasn’t sure that it wasn’t just a trick of the darkness; the flash of lights through closed eyes.

But then he saw that it was a light.  Silver gray and shining at the end of the tunnel.  Maybe David was ahead?  Maybe he would finally find his brother?

He splashed on and on, down the long tunnel.  The light seemed to be fixed, un-moving.  But then, almost imperceptivity, it got larger.  He was getting closer.  He was almost there.

Jack suddenly emerged out into a wide chamber deep under Middleboro.  A silver light shone down from above, but Jack couldn’t see the source of the light.  The chamber was large and airy, maybe fifty feet by fifty feet.  But, it wasn’t the light or the size that stopped Jack dead in his tracks.  It was what was sitting in the middle of the room.

A wrestling ring.  Complete with turnbuckles and ropes. 

Jack wiped the sweat from his face and almost gasped aloud. 

A wrestling ring?  Here?  It couldn’t be!  There was just no way it could be there.  This had to be a trick.  Some sort of illusion brought on by the creature.

But then, that meant that the creature was near-by. 


The voice came from somewhere in the room.  Or was it just an echo?  Maybe it was a thought inside Jack’s own head?  But he was sure, positive, that he’d heard his own name called.  He looked around, but there was no one there.  He was alone in the room.  But…wait.

A figure was squatting on the canvas, the light from overhead obscuring his face.

“Who…who…are you?” Jack tried to sound calm, but he heard the fear in his voice.

The figure motioned to Jack to come up.  To climb into the ring.

Jack didn’t want to. He knew this was another illusion.  Another of the thing’s tricks.  It was going to wrestle with him.  Play with him.  Get him hard and horny and then force him to cum.

Jack wouldn’t give in.  Wouldn’t meet the thing on its own terms.  “N-n-n-o!”  He yelled, the sound of his voice repeating over and over down the long, dark corridor behind him. “Where’s my brother?  Where’s David?”

The figure stood and Jack could see that he was wearing only a very skimpy brief.  Still, Jack could not see his face.

“You want your brother?  Fight me for him.”

Jack was sure he hadn’t heard the voice that time.  It was an idea.  Planted in his head.  The thing didn’t really speak.  It merely mimicked what its prey wanted to hear.  Needed to hear.

“Where he is?!?”

Just a laugh in response.

That was it, then.  If Jack wanted to find David, he would have to wrestle this thing to find him.  Fine.  They’d wrestle.  And Jack would kick this Martian’s, or whatever the fuck it was, ass all over that ring.

Jack climbed in, leaping over the ropes.  He bent down and removed his wet shoes and socks and then pulled off his jeans. 

“C’mon, motherfucker!  C’mon!  I’ll kick your sorry ET ass all the way back to Alpha Centauri or hell or wherever you’re from!  You son-of-a-bitch!  I want my brother, fucker!  And I’m going to find him!”

The figure moved forward and Jack saw that it was Derrick Mason. 

Jack took a step back.  It had to be Derrick, didn’t it?  Of all people, the thing had to pick the one guy Jack most feared.  He’d never beaten Derrick.  Never been able to humble him.  Never been able to take him down.  But, then, this wasn’t Derrick, was it?  Not really.  This was just Jack’s idea of Derrick.  Which, come to think of it, was probably worse than the real thing.

Oh shit.  Derrick Mason.  And he looked good.  Better than he had in high school.  He had big, thick biceps with veins running down the forearms.   His abs were cut like crazy, sharply defined and completely hairless.  His chest was two rounded pecs with a smattering of black hair on them.  And his legs.  Derrick had always had great legs. 

Jack took a deep breath and felt his groin stir.  Jesus, he was getting hard already!  They hadn’t even started to wrestle yet.

But then, they had.

Derrick was fast.  Or the Derrick/Creature was fast.  Whatever.  He was across the ring and on Jack, shoving him backward against the ropes, his knee pressed into Jack’s midsection.  Derrick had an idiot’s grin on his face.  A crooked, lustful look that seemed to broadcast how confident he was that Jack would soon be spewing his cum all over the ring.

Derrick brought his knee up again and again,  while pushing Jack’s head backward with the palm of his hand.  Jack could hear the laughter.  He could feel the slap of Derrick’s big chest as it slammed again and again into Jack’s. 

Then, he had Jack by the hair and led him, bent over, into the center of the ring.  In an instant, Derrick caught Jack in a headlock and then brought him down hard onto the canvas.  Almost as quickly, Derrick was up and then dropped down onto Jack, his elbow catching Jack in the chest and knocking the breath from him.

Jack rolled over onto all fours and gasped.  Above him, the thing flexed and bounced around, first on one foot and then another.  Jack knew he had to get up.  Had to get into this fight. But Derrick was so strong.  So good.  Could Jack ever beat Derrick? 

Jack climbed to his feet, but Derrick caught him from behind in a bearhug and lifted Jack off his feet.   He squeezed and Jack barely had time to take in a breath before Derrick’s big arms contracted around him.  Jack caught hold of Derrick’s locked hands and tried to break the hold.  He pushed Derrick’s hands down, but they merely touched the shaft of Jack’s cock and Derrick relaxed his hold enough to catch Jack’s cock and squeeze. 

Jack tried to get loose, but Derrick was up against him, pressing his own hard cock into Jack’s ass, and squeezing Jack’s dick like crazy.  He was laughing, too.  That hollow, evil laugh that the thing had.  A mocking laugh that seemed to say to Jack that “You are nothing but a weakling.  A loser.”

Jack was suddenly loose and he turned to face Derrick.  They locked hands.  A test of strength.  Jack knew he couldn’t beat Derrick, and quickly, he remembered why.  Derrick’s big arms worked on Jack, forcing Jack’s arms down. 

But, this wasn’t Derrick.  Not really.  Maybe Derrick’s strength was only an illusion, like the ring, like everything here.  Jack shifted his weight and began to work to bring his arms back up. Derrick’s grin widened.  He wanted this test.  And Jack could see why.  His cock was huge, pointing at Jack, straining against the extremely thin material that contained it.  The veins in Derrick’s arms popped and his biceps seemed to get bigger, but Jack kept on, fighting against him, with every ounce of strength he had.

And then Jack saw it. A flicker of doubt crossed Derrick’s face.  Jack was bringing his arms back up.  Winning over Derrick’s strength.  Beating Derrick.  Jack was the one smiling now, as he took a step forward to force Derrick’s arms down. 

But then, to Jack amazement, Derrick’s cock became a hand.  It reached across the small distance between them and ripped Jack’s briefs from his body, exposing Jack’s hard cock.  Derrick was suddenly naked.  His hand back to being a cock.  It was all too strange.  Too fucking weird. Derrick shifted his stance and caught Jack in a body hug.  Their bodies were now pressed tight against one another.  Jack had been caught off guard by the cock-to-hand-to-cock thing, and Derrick had him, his face only an inch from Jack’s.

Again, that laughter.  That insane laughter.  That triumphant cackle.  A gleeful demon laugh of sexual excitement.  Jack got harder.  Harder than he’d ever been before.  His cock actually ached.  Wanted to spasm and blow.  Derrick’s hard abs crushed Jack’s cock and the sweat from Derrick’s chest lubricated them and allowed Derrick to work his body up and down, performing frottage on Jack.

It was too much.  Jack had to escape or he would cum. 

He strained every muscle he had and brought his arms up, breaking Derrick’s hold.  Then he punched Derrick as hard as he could in the face.

Derrick took a step back and then swung at Jack.  A round-house punch that Jack deflected with his forearm, and tried to counter, but Derrick ducked his blow. 

They were close to each other.  Almost in each other’s arms.  Trading ill-directed blows and pummeling each other.  Derrick would take a step in, swing or jab at Jack, and his big, hard cock would slam into Jack’s, distracting Jack and making it hard for him to get in a good shot at Derrick.  Sweat dripped from Jack’s forehead.  Collected in his eyebrows and ran down his cheeks and onto his chest.  Derrick was also covered in sweat, his body almost glowing under the silver light.

Then, just as a bead of sweat entered Jack’s eye, Derrick caught Jack under the chin and Jack was off his feet and onto the mats.  Derrick stood above him, his arms raised.  All around Jack, the lights went up and a sea of laughing faces pointed and roared.  They were laughing at him.  An entire audience of bronzed muscle men, all of them hard as rocks.  Many of them leaned onto the ropes, pointing or masturbating as Jack sprawled on the canvas. 

Jack got to his feet but just as he did, Derrick caught his cock in his big hand and hoisted Jack up over his head.   He pulled Jack down across his muscular shoulders in a backbreaker, all the while holding tightly to Jack’s hard, hard cock. 

Jack saw the lights above.  Heard the roar of the crowd.  Heard the laughter.  The cheers.  He was caught in the thing’s hold.  His back cracking.  His cock so damned hard.  How would he break loose?  How could he fight something that fought him like this?

1 comment:

  1. Wow!! Amazingly hot and the pictures really bring it to life. I don't mind waiting for the next chapter if Bazotter is going to draw more already a fan and linked to his page. Keep us cumming.