In this climax of the three part series, Will tries to get away from it all, but his curse follows him wherever he goes, with dire consequences for any sexy men that cross his path!
BustNut Studios Part 3 — Buck’s Big Snake
An original story by BustNut
When Will decides to get away from it all, a few guys end up almost losing it all.
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Will needed a break. BustNut studios was facing a mountain of litigation, scandal, medical bills, and talent abandonment in the wake of the recent horrific accidents. In the last month alone, two of his male leads had been savagely mauled and nearly de-balled, with Will an unfortunate witness to the events. Sitting in his marble office and nursing another migraine, Will decided that the stress he faced warranted some time off. Digging under the dozens of papers on his desk, Will found his phone and dialed a number. Within seconds, someone picked up on the other end.
"Hey, Luke? Yeah, yeah it's Will. Hey, look, I was wondering if I could come down to the ranch for a bit. I need to cool off from work for a few days..."
Luke Duggan was Will's younger cousin. Luke lived in Nevada, just outside of Las Vegas, where he operated a working cattle ranch -- the Big Snake Ranch. Several years earlier, Will had helped Luke crawl out from certain bankruptcy by donating some slush money from the BustNut coffers into the deflated bank account of his troubled cousin. What Will didn't know, however, was that these slush funds were used not only to help the Big Snake Ranch escape foreclosure, but also provided an initial investment in some less than admirable gambling opportunities to help offset the annual losses the ranch incurred each year. Of course, to Will, the only thing that mattered was leaving San Fernando and getting a breath of fresh air where he could cleanse his mind and take his thoughts away from what was occurring at BustNut Studios.
"Well if it isn't my cousin Will!" Luke said, a big grin on his handsome face as Will drove the black Escalade pulled up to the lodge. As the SUV parked, Luke ambled up to it from the porch. A tall and very well-built young man with the same dark hair and chiseled Italian features that Will shared, Luke turned heads wherever he went, and his easy smile and friendly demeanor charmed nearly everyone he met. Will quickly exited the car and stood in the dusty parking lot, admiring the scene before him.
"How ya doin’ Will?" Luke asked, coming up beside the black-suited studio executive. Not for the first time, Will was amazed that Luke had somehow picked up an almost Texan southern drawl, and he had to admit that it worked on his handsome young cousin.
"Pretty lousy Luke, I can tell ya that much." Will replied, taking off his designer sunglasses and crossing his big arms over his muscular chest.
"Ahh, nothin’ that a little fresh air can't fix, I’m sure. Let's get your stuff and set you up in the bunkhouse."
"You sure you don't mind keeping me for a few days?"
"Nahh, I owe you big time, pal! Let's just get you set up." Luke said, and began to unload suitcases from the back of the SUV.
The two cousins made their way through the lodge and through a dusty path to where the bunkhouse was located. Will admired the vast scenery in front of him -- off in the distance rose great red mountains, and the light of the lowering afternoon sun cast long shadows from the cacti and fences. He could hear the sounds of cattle ambling through the tall grass, and felt the warm wind that came down through the field. Will felt like he was walking into an old-fashioned cowboy ranch.
"So how's the ranch life treating you, Luke? It's been a while since I last talked to you." Will asked.
"Good, good. Some of the ranch hands have been giving me trouble lately, especially Frank and Buck, the two new guys I just hired -- fuckin' bastards can't keep their issues to themselves. Otherwise, profits are up, cattle is healthy, and I'm rolling in it."
"Glad to hear of it. Looks like you managed to crawl out of that hole you dug."
"Yeah, thanks to you. I'm not out of it all the way though, I still support myself with some, ah, supplemental income." Luke said. Will was about to respond when a commotion in front of them drew their attention to the bunkhouse.
"GIT YOUR FUCKIN HANDS OFF OF ME!" Came a great yell from the building. Luke shook his head and sighed.
"Sounds like trouble between Frank and Buck again. Jesus, those two guys are gonna kill each other." Luke said.
"Yo, Luke, that bunkhouse -- it looks a little rickety." Will said, noticing that the dilapated building was leaning over ever so slightly and had more than a few broken windows.
"Well, we're gettin' her fixed up. Doing some big renovations on the ranch. You, Frank and Buck will be stayin' in there tonight, then we'll be moving you into the Lodge once a room is free. We figured the best way to resolve this dispute between Frank and Buck would be to force 'em to live with each other. So far it hasn't been workin'." Luke said, eyeing the doorway of the bunkhouse.
The inside of the bunkhouse wasn't much better than the outside. Three rusty bunkbeds were lined up against one wall of the long building. At the opposite end was a doorway leading to the shitter and a tiny common room. For the most part, the building was empty. As the two cousins entered, Will noticed that the floorboards beneath his feet were cracking with age and abuse. In one corner of the room he spied a cellar door poorly hidden by a pile of blankets.
"Hey Luke, where does that door go to?" Will asked. Before he could respond, though, a crash in the bathroom alerted the two. Luke and Will ran to the opposite end of the building to find the two mostly naked ranch hands in the midst of a fight.
"KNOCK IT OFF YA FUCKS!" Luke yelled, dropping Will's suitcase and coming up between the two men. Buck had Frank up against a wall and was slamming him into it repeatedly.
"Tell this faggot to get off of me!" Frank yelled.
"Not until you say you're sorry, you queer!" Buck said.
"That's it you two, get the fuck back into the bunkroom before I fire both of your fuckin' asses!" Luke said, grabbing onto Buck and throwing him away from Frank. Will, in the meantime, gathere his suitcase and backed up from the doorway. Retreating to one of the bunks, he began to unpack. After some very audible scuffling, Luke came out of the bathroom, holding onto Frank's hair with his fist. He pushed the unruly ranch-hand to a bunk and stood in front of him. Frank tentatively rubbed his bruised face and looked up at his boss.
"I hope you two fuckfaces learn to settle down." Luke said, giving a look to Frank. "My cousin Will is here and I expect you to show him some respect. Now I know I put you in here for a reason, but you're gonna have to work it out with Buck if ya wanna keep your job. Will here is gonna report back to me on how you both got along real swell tonight. If it ain't so good a report, though, you can both expect to pack your shit tomorrow and get the fuck out." Luke lectured. Frank folded his hands and looked back at the greasy Italian with disdain.
"Fine, but if that little queer does anymore of his prettyboy shit around me, I'm gonna bust his ass real hard." Frank said.
"Look, I'm gonna go help out in the mess hall. You help Will unpack some of his shit. I'll check in on you bastards later." Luke said.
"Hey, Luke, I don't mind coming to help you in the mess hall. Hell I could just wander around the ranch for a bit." Will said. Luke suddenly looked pensive and checked his watch.
"Will, just stick around here for a bit, will ya? I don't want these two to go at it again. Supper will be ready by 7, so just try and get those two there alive, alright?" Luke said. Will nodded dejectedly and resumed unpacking. Luke turned and walked out of the bunkhouse.
"So hey, you're Luke's cousin, right?" Frank said once his boss had left.
"Look, I don't know who the fuck you are, so just leave me alone will ya? This time tomorrow I'll be out of this stinkin' shitcan of a bunkhouse and up in the lodge."
"Right, right, listen pal, just be careful around Buck. Smarmy fuck thinks he's god's gift to the fuckin' planet."
"I don't give a shit. Leave me alone." Will said, turning to face Frank, who was now standing in front of him.
"I'm just sayin, just warning you man." Frank replied.
"I'm real tired pal. And y'know, for someone who works on a ranch all day, I wouldn't have pegged ya for a ranch hand."
"Whaddya mean? I do the most important job here!"
Will was definitely doubtful of that. The 48 year old, 300 pound Frank stood about 5'10 and wore only a pair of too-tight jeans and several pieces of extremely tacky gold jewelry. The guy was a definite chub -- a huge gut spilled over the top of his pants, and coarse greasy black hair virtually covered his entire fat torso. His face was that of a troll -- a thick, mangy beard with a few bits of gristle attached, a bulbous nose and two rat-like eyes were framed by a double chin and receding hairline. His left cheek was swollen with a bad bruise, and his skin was pock-marked and reddy. Had he not been told that Frank worked on the ranch, Will would have pegged him for a truck driver -- a really fucking ugly truck driver.
"What job would that be?" Will said.
Frank grinned with a set of decayed yellow teeth and motioned his flabby arm towards the not-so concealed trap door.
"I take care of this place, man." He said, bringing his face close to Will. Will could smell a pungent odor of B.O. and rotten eggs eminating from Frank's disgusting body. "I am the Big Snake in this ranch!" He proclaimed loudly.
"Fuckin' hardly!" Came a voice from the shitter. It was Buck, leaning against the doorframe and watching the two.
"Fuck you buddy!" Frank said, turning away from Will to focus on his rival. Will looked as well and gave a sincere, and quite audible whistle.
Buck was 6'1 and 210 pounds of pure muscle. The 26 year old ranch hand was incredibly well built and beefy. His toned, tanned body glistened under the fading afternoon light. His massive arms crossed over his god-like torso, which barely had a bit of fat on it. His rippling abdominals and juicy broad pecs were covered in a light brown fuzz, which led down in a treasure trail to the football sized bulge in the all-american cowboy's painfully stuffed jock strap. The light fur continued over Buck's giant muscular thighs and dappled along his toned calves. The stud stroked the black stubble on his ruggedly handsome face and his blue eyes flickered to Frank. He sneered at the slob.
"If anyone's the 'Big Snake' at this ranch, it's this bad boy," Buck said, grabbing his giant cock-basket with both hands and rubbing it seductively. Frank looked at the musclegod ranch-hand and sniggered at the sight of the stud in his jock.
"Fuck prettyboy, the only way you'll get any action with that teeny stub of yours is if you find yourself a sheep who feels sorry enough for ya!" Frank said. Buck ignored him and swaggered over to Will. Frank gave a disgusted look and went back to his bunk.
"So Will, I hear you've come all the way from the big city to check out this ranch yeah?" Buck said. Will nodded. Buck squatted down in front of the porn-exec, his overfilled jockstrap pouch swinging beneath his legs.
"Yeah, I'm from San Fernando. I run a nice movie-making business out there." Will said, giving the muscular cowboy a once over with his eyes. If that jockstrap was a testament to the kid, then BustNut might just have found its new leading man. Will tried to contain his excitement.
"Yeah? What kind of movies do you make out there?" Buck said.
"I got some projects goin' on. Some stuff that you might be interested in, actually." Will replied.
"I gotta tell you Vin, I love the ranch, but I've always been interested in the other side of things. Luke has told me a lot about you." Buck said, winking.
"Well maybe you should head out to San Fernando sometime. I'm sure you'd get a big role if you auditioned for me and some of my associates." Will said. He couldn't believe his luck -- stumbling upon a perfect replacement for Nate Steele and Richard Dunn, his two lost leading men, on the first day of his vacation.
"Well why don't I give you a demonstration right now?" Buck said with a big smile.
"You better watch out, that kid has an ego the size of his biceps!" Frank sneered from across the room as Buck turned to look through one of his backpacks.
"Buck, look, with my luck, I think it's better if you just get dressed and call me once I'm back in the city." Will said, starting to feel a little concerned. Maybe it was paranoia, or just his own heterosexual indifference, but Will didn't exactly want to see the kid do a posedown in front of him.
"No way man, if this can score me a lifetime of boning hotties, then I'm all for it!" Buck said, finally turning around with babyoil in hand. He poured some into one of his meaty hands and began to rub it all over his body.
"It's about fuckin' time I got out of this shithole," Buck said, as he rubbed the oil across his massive shoulders and down his bulging pecs, "I used to work at one of the other ranches just down the road from here," he continued, spreading more oil over his perfect six pack and letting it drip down to his crotch, "until that fuckface Luke made them lose a bet." Buck went on, bending over to rub his tree-trunk thighs.
"Buck, ya shouldn't insult my cousin like that." Will said, suddenly noticing that behind him Frank was dumping a vial of clear liquid into Buck's water canteen.
"Alright, now for the real show," Buck said, as he started to pose his oiled up body. He flexed his huge arms above his head and every single one of the well-developed muscles on the studboy bulged out in definition.
"Hey, Buck, I don't thi--"
"Hey shut the fuck up and watch, alright?" the chiselled cowboy said, as he brought a hand down and began to rub his pendulous package. He pushed his hand inside his jockstrap and ripped it off -- his huge uncut cock flopping free and getting hard.
Buck noticed himself in a reflection in a window and began to stroke his big meat.
"Yeah, you fuckin like this? Huh Vin? Think I got what it takes?" Buck said, using both hands to slide up and down the beer-can thick shaft of his huge erect dong.
Will was somewhat taken aback by all of this. Sure, Buck had what it took -- but the guy obviously only got off on himself, which might be a problem in the future. Still, there was potential. The muscular ranch-hand was now completely into his show, he raised one arm and licked his huge 20 inch bicep, while his right hand continued to pump his dick.
"Yeah, all 12 inches right here, one foot of man-meat for those bitches." He said, throwing his head back and gyrating his slim hips forward into his hand, thrusting the big head of his dong in and out of his slick hand. Will rolled his eyes and tried to focus on something else.
Meanwhile, Frank had shifted his fat body from the bunk and moved in silently behind Buck. He got down on his knees behind the perfectly round bubble-butt of the muscle stud and reached his hand between Buck's oiled thighs, his fat hand just below the cowboy's big sperm-swollen balls. Suddenly, Buck gave a big thrust and bumped his ass into Frank's face. For a split second, Frank inhaled the musk of the stud's asscrack, but quickly remembered his original plan. With ruthless abandon, and before Buck could react to his hated villain being so close, Frank grabbed the huge testicles in his hand and squeezed them mercilessly.
"YEEEAAOOOWW!! FUCK!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!" Buck screamed, letting go of his huge sausage and now painfully aware of his bloated cum-balls being crushed in Franks hand.
"See Vin? Frank said, as Buck clawed at his groin, trying to release his big hairless balls. "This kid is just a fuckin' poser. So fuckin' full of himself. Every morning I wake up to this loser checking out his own bod and stroking his meat, humping his own goddamn mattress for 40 minutes. And guess who the fuck has to clean up his spooge puddles after? Yeah, it's fuckin' me."
Will continued to sit on the bottom bunk, watching the scene before him. He didn't exactly know what to do. The muscular stubble-faced cowboy in front of him was no longer giving a private jack-off show, but was writhing in pain from the fatass who had a grip on his balls. Will decided that it was time to go get Luke.
"Look, fella's, I'm just gonna go get your boss--"
"---OWW FUCK YOU! YOU FAT SHIT! Everytime I come back from the cattle run I see you pickin' your ass and doing jack SHIT! AT LEAST I FUCKIN' WORK HERE!" Buck screamed. Frank suddenly let go of the stud's enormous balls and backed away. By this time, Will had reached the front door of the bunkhouse -- only to discover it had been locked from the outside.
"Guys! GUYS! We're locked in!" Will said, trying to find another way out. Unfortunately, all the broken windows were too high on the wall for Will to reach.
"Tell you what pencil-cock." Frank said, watching his hated muscular foe rub his swollen bullocks, "I'll make you a bet!"
"Yeah? And what the fuck would that be?" Buck growled.
"No holds barred fight. You versus me. If you win, I'll fuck off and leave the ranch as well as give you my last paycheck. If I win..."
"Not good enough," Buck sneered, "If I win, I'm get to fuckin' choke you dead."
"Fair enough," Frank smirked, "as I was saying -- if I win, I get to fuck your prettyboy ass." Frank said, reaching over his hairy gut and grabbing his crotch.
"I always knew you were a faggot." Buck said.
"You wanna go?" Frank asked.
"I'll fuck you before you die, pig!" Buck yelled.
Frank quickly removed his jewelry and jeans, releasing his own hard pecker. Frank's hairy dick was around 5 inches, an average specimen, but had in it several dozen piercings, including a Prince Albert with a spikey tip, his balls were tight and pulled up into his small sac. The two nude men began to circle each other in the middle of the bunkhouse. Buck's enormous package still flopping about and his oiled muscular body glimmering in the fading sunlight. Frank grabbed the bottle of babyoil and rubbed it over his jiggling fat rolls, but gave up after the copious amounts of stringy black hair covering his body made it impossible to get the slick sheen that his studly opponent had.
Will continued to try to find a way out the bunkhouse, but had discovered that all the doors and unbroken windows were locked from the outside. What the fuck was going on? He returned to the bunkroom to find Buck and Frank circling one another.
"Hey Will, pass me my canteen!" Buck barked. Will shrugged and threw the nude muscleman his drink. Buck emptied it in seconds, letting some of the liquid spill onto his tight body. He threw away the canteen and looked at Frank.
"Let's fuckin GO!" He said, and faked a left before knocking Frank with his right fist. Frank took the blow and staggered back, Buck quickly stepped forward and used his height to grapple the fat ranchhand into a headlock. Frank struggled for a moment before gripping his hands around the thighs of the muscleman and grabbing a hold of the huge swinging cock below him, visciously squeezing it.
"FUUUCKKK!!" Buck yelled, and released Frank from the hold. Frank spun around to face Buck, let go of his dick, and backed up.
"FUCK YOU." Buck said.
"This is no holds barred, remember?" Frank said, and although he was still woozy from the punch, he hocked back some spit and spat out a big wad right into the center of Buck's hard sixpack, and watched with glee as the mucus and saliva slid down the stud's ridges.
This made Buck incredibly angry. He suddenly rushed the fat slob, using all his power to ram Frank into a nearby wooden support post. The entire building shook violently as the fat man slammed into the fragile support. It became unstable and cracked in the middle, threatening to collapse. Meanwhile, Frank became dazed as his weak fat body fell to the side of the post. He staggered back as Buck began to punch visciously at Frank's gut with his fists. Frank cried under the torture and Buck laughed as he pummeled the fat man. He decided to give the slob a break and backed up towards one of the bunks.
"Buck, what the fuck man, this is some stupid shit!" Will yelled, trying to get the two to stop fighting and pay attention to the fact that they were locked in.
"Will I gotta finish thi--" Buck was cut off suddenly by a viscious whack to the head as Frank slammed a piece of rotting floorboard into the side of the muscle hunk’s handsome face. Buck stumbled to the side and turned to face his opponent.
"You are fucking... fucking dead!" He said, gripping the side of his head. A small trickle of blood came down from his temple. The nude hunk stumbled towards Frank and tried to swing at the hairy fatass. His fist missed its mark by a mile.
"What... what the fuck..." Buck said, stumbling around the bunkroom. His balance was completely off and the world was floating around him. His huge flaccid dick began to rise again, and his sperm filled testicles began to churn. He was fucking horny as hell. It didn't make any sense. He looked over at Frank who was chuckling to himself. The slob came up to Buck and gave a quick but lethal kick to the stud's muscular thighs. Buck toppled over onto the floor.
"No holds barred, BUCK." Frank said as the naked musclehunk struggled to get onto all fours. Will noticed that Frank was holding the piece of floorboard again. He wondered where it came from before spying the hole near where Buck was struggling. Was the bunkhouse built on top of another room?
"F--fuck you you fat slob!" Buck said, as the drugs in his water took effect. He gave up and finally flopped onto his back, his bulging oiled muscles now helpless to the effect of the drug. Will heard a few cracks from the floorboards beneath the cowboy's buffed up body.
"Looks like you submit!" Frank laughed and kneeled between the legs of the musclestud. He wrapped his calloused hands around the throbbing 12 inches before him and began to visciously jerk off the drugged hunk.
"Fuuuccckkk that feels goood..." Buck moaned, his big cock aching for release.
"Yeah you like that prettyboy? Yeah? Well let's see how you like this!" Frank said, and spread Buck's huge legs wide and pushing them up to his shoulders, exposing the rough cowboy's virgin hole. Frank quickly spat into his hand and lubed up his own hard dick. Sweat gleamed off his jiggling fat rolls as he pressed his dick into Buck's tight pink hole. The sharp barb on his prince albert already sticking to the sensitive skin on the outside.
"Fuuucckkk just let me cum!" Buck said, completely drugged and having no idea what was about to happen. Frank laughed. He couldn't wait to have his ultimate domination of this cocky stud. He pressed his cock between the cowboy's hard glutes and suddenly plunged his cock into the stud's puckering hole. The spiked piercings along his shaft instantly began to shred Buck's insides.
"FUUUUCKK HOOOLY SHIIIITTTTT" Buck screamed, his sweaty, muscular body flailing wildly. His hard abs tightened up and his thick dong and baseball sized balls bounced up and down. Frank was ruthless in his fucking, thrusting in and out of the cowboy's tight ass.
"Fuck yeah prettyboy! How do you like it now, huh? You're gonna take it all!" Frank said, thrusting his pancake ass in and out as he impaled the once strong and potent muscleboy with his cock. He used one hand to feel the broad muscular pecs of the musclestud and began to roughly play with his huge brown nipples, pinching them hard.
"SHIIIT TAKE IT OUT! TAKE IT OUT!" Buck pleaded. Frank continued though, and took glee as he felt Buck flexing his hard ass onto Frank's pierced fuckstick. By now there was blood dripping out of Buck's asshole, as the sharp barbs in Frank's dick piercings ravaged the insides of the poor cowboy stud. Depsite this, Buck's prostate became stimulated and his cock grew, even though he was being shredded from the inside.
"FUUUUCCKKK" Buck continued. Frank just grunted and continued to fuck the daylights out of his impossibly muscular rival. Buck's giant dong was slapping up and down on his abs wildly, and his big balls churned with jizz. As Frank continued to pound on the cowboy's ass, he began to stroke the big dick. Buck moaned and started to thrust with the rhythms, his ruined and bloody ass now taking second seat to the pleasure from his enormous fuckmeat.
Will watched in horror. He never anticipated seeing something like this. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? While the fat slob continued to fuck the hot muscleman, Will searched for a way out of the bunkhouse. Just as he was about to try and tear the two men apart and try to talk sense into them, he heard the floorboards creak.
"What was that?" Will asked.
Frank was close to cumming. He began to thrust deeper and deeper into Bucks tight hole. He closed his eyes and groaned as he could feel his tiny balls begin to unleash their load into the buff cowboy he was visciously fucking. Buck was completely out of it, and was completely focussed on getting off and shooting his load. The drugs in his system not only made him weak and dopey, but they caused him to have massive erections and a heightened sexual drive.
Suddenly, with one great crack, the floor beneath the two fucking ranchhands gave way. Both men tumbled down into the cavern below and landed in soft sand. Frank immediately stood up and looked around himself in horror. Buck continued to writhe in ecstascy on the ground, blood trickling from his ass, but his engorged 12 inches still aching for release. Will stared into the cavern from up above. He could hear a weird noise, almost like....
"Oh SHIT!" Will said. "BUCK! Get the fuck out of there!" He screamed. Frank in the meantime had managed to find his way to a ladder on the opposite side and climbed up, eventually bursting through the trap door in the bunkhouse.
"What the FUCK is going on?!" Will yelled at him. "How in the name of fuck are we going to get him outta there?!"
Frank looked on in horror. He didn't expect things to come to this.
"Who the hell ARE you anyways?" Will said breathlessly.
"I... I'm the trainer here at the Ranch. Your cousin he makes most of his money through gambling operations. Cockfighting, monkeys with knives, illegal stuff involving animals. One of his more popular ones, and the one I'm in charge of is..." Frank trailed off, and the two looked down into the pit again. Buck was still stroking his massive erection and pulling at his giant hairless balls when a thick black snake slithered over his sweaty six pack.
"You mean to tell me that my cousin has SNAKE fights?" Will said, aghast.
"Yeah."
"Why are we locked in, then?!"
"Because he didn't want you to know. They are having a big fight right now... or at least, it's done. Once it's finished, the snake is thrown back into a passage connecting the arena with it's lair. Ingrid is her name. A big South American Razor Boa. She's got quite a temper." Frank said. He motioned to the three black snakes now slithering inquisitvely across Buck's nude muscular body. "You see those snakes? Those are her dinner."
Buck pounded at his cock with both his hands. His big forearms pumped out in definition as he desperately tried to cum. Fuck his asshole hurt. When he got back upstairs he would show that fat slob a thing or two.
From the distance he could hear what sounded like a gate opening. He groggily opened his eyes to see a giant green and yellow figure moving towards him from the opposite side of the cavern. Buck stopped rubbing his big schlong and woozily got up onto his feet. From above he could hear voices calling him -- asking him to... get to a ladder?
Ingrid had just won another round. The big snake slithered into its lair after victory to find an intruder. Curious, it circled around the feet of its new guest. The snake was definitely feeling the pangs of hunger, and its immense size made it fear no enemies. The three little snakes it would have devoured were nowhere to be seen. Ingrid slipped around the calves of the new meat in its cave...
Buck stood in horror as he saw the huge snake slithering around his calves. Still groggy from the drugs, he tried kick off the huge snake, but the South American Razor Boa would have none of it, and slithered higher up his muscled legs. By now the snake could taste the blood dripping down Bucks muscled thighs. It could also feel the giant balls of the stud brushing against its head. It flicked its tounge out tentatively and licked the heavy round orbs. It rose between Buck's legs and looked at the thick cock and heavy testicles of its prey. Buck's sweaty schlong was dripping pre-cum down its thick shaft. The snake finally understood -- here was its dinner.
"OHHH FUUUUCKKK" Buck yelled as the boa constricted around his tree-trunk thighs and unhinged its jaw to take its dinner. Bucks enormous dick slipped into the snake's mouth easily as it engulfed the foot long cock, sucking on it softly. Buck, still drugged, began to moan and thrust his muscular ass into the deadly maw of the huge snake. Ingrid became incensed, almost as if the prey wanted to be eaten. The snake opened its mouth further and swallowed the giant hanging testicles beneath the big cock, rolling them around in its soft silky mouth. Buck rubbed the stubble on his face and began to thrust harder into the snake. He just wanted to get off. Ingrid pulled gently on the musclehunk's engorged memeber, trying to swallow her prey completely. Unfortunately, Buck's dick and balls were attached to his muscular frame.
Buck started to flex a bit, showing off his cannonball biceps and huge chest. He started to rub his nipples and a new sheen of sweat glistened on his body as the snake continued to pull on his meatstick. His broad back rippled and his tight muscular glutes pumped hard as he continued to get off.
"Why is it called a Razor Boa?" Will asked nervously. Frank looked at him, his face gone pale under his disgusting beard.
"Because they evolved rows of razor sharp teeth embedded into their mouths and throat, so that instead of digesting their prey whole, they swallow them, and then dice them up." Frank replied. The two men looked back down at the muscular cowboy and the somewhat annoyed snake.
Buck was just about to cum. His enormous balls, stimulated by the soft silky interior of the snake's mouth, churned in their sac. His huge sausage, teased by the gentle sucking of the snake, reared up and suddenly began to burst.
"SHIIIT I'M CUMMMMIIINNNG!" Buck yelled, and thrust hard into the snake's throat. His massive dick unleashed a huge torrent of sperm into the Boa and his muscular body quivered as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. The stud just kept on cumming as wave after wave of jizz pumped from his enormous sperm factories.
Ingrid became alarmed at this new turn of events, never had it eaten a snake that shot venom so fast... and so much! The snake quickly engaged its self-defense mechanism and the rows of shiny razor like teeth suddenly popped out of the silky folds in its mouth, instantly impaling Bucks massive dong and bull-testicles.
"OHHH FUUUUCKKKKK!!!!" Buck screamed inhumanely as his giant dong was pulverized by the razor teeth of the Boa. Ingrid fought with the huge balls and cock in its mouth, and snapped its jaw shut, crushing Buck's package in its razor fanged mouth. The musclestuds large cock and big sperm globes were smushed into a bloody puree as the snake fought to detach its prey and digest it, eventually winning as it chewed hungrily on the feast in its mouth.
"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" Will shouted in horror. The huge boa fell backwards from Buck, who in turn also collapsed onto his back unconscious. Will looked on as Buck's huge muscular body -- now devoid of the massive, sweaty sex organs that made him a man -- was soon covered by the smaller snakes, attracted to the scent of prey. Soon they were beginning to bite and feast on the cowboy stud, chewing at his nipples and biting into his hard abs.
Frank in the meantime had managed to heave his fat body up to one of the windows that was high up in the wall using a bunkbed. Although broken, the window still had several broken metal bars protecting it from the outside. Still naked as the day he was born, he turned back to Will.
"I'll go get some help!" He yelled, and squeezed his fat body through the broken window. Unfortunately, one of the bars slipped through one of Frank's many dick piercings and became tangled up. As his fat frame tumbled outside, the tangled bar resisted the pull of his 300 pounds, and visciously tore out several of Franks rings, virtually splitting open the shaft of his dick
"OOHHHH FUUUUUCKKKK!" Frank screamed, before passing out.
Will sat in horror. Below him, Buck was continually being nipped at by snakes as the big Boa rested contently in a corner. Outside, Frank was passed out in agony. What next?
Luke suddenly opened the door.
"WILL! What the fuck?! I heard all this screaming and -- oh, jesus! BUCK! What the FUCK happened?!" Luke yelled. Will stood up and leaned against the post that Frank had been slammed into during his fight with Buck. The pressure, unfortunately, caused the post to break and collapse, letting a huge timber beam swing down into the floor. Will quickly ducked to the side while Luke fell backwards. The huge beam caused one of the skylights in the bunkhouse to suddenly crack and explode, letting shards of glass fly everywhere.
"OH FUCK! MY DICK! MY BALLS!" Luke screamed. The shards of glass had impaled Will's cousin right in his crotch. A huge blade of it stuck out sickeningly from where Luke's dick would have been.
As the dust settled, Will took action and ran outside to get help. As he sprinted down the path to the lodge, he couldn't help but start to believe that Mama Yalara had actually placed a curse on him. The fat Jamaican bitch had actually placed a real life curse on him.
"Fuck, this sucks." Will said to himself.
Days later in San Fernando, Will once again found himself back in his office, in his chair, nursing a headache. He stared at one of the marble busts that lined the walls leading up to his desk. It was that of Helen Humps, one of his biggest female stars, who had just yesterday cancelled her contract with BustNut studios. Her bust stood in front of an open window facing the park outside. The sculptor had definitely made her breasts a bit pointier than they actually were, Will thought.
Not that Will would be hiring anyone to make marble busts anytime soon. Things had gotten from worse, to disastrous.
Will was alone in his office -- his secretary had quit her job, but could he blame her? The news was not good. Buck had absorbed a lot of snake venom and was in intensive care and would be undergoing reconstructive surgery but... there was little hope that Buck would fuck ever again (or take a crap, thanks to Frank's ruthless fuck on the studs asshole). Frank was in surgery as well, and had also been drafted for anger management classes. Luke survived with some first aid, but his ranch had been shut down for illegal gambling operations. Those operations, funded in part by BustNut studios when Will had bailed out Luke years earlier, were now costing BustNut a fortune in litigation, lawsuits, media shitstorms, and PETA. Not to mention the costs incurred by the other incidents. The bills were racking up, the talent had abandoned the company, distributors were boycotting his films, and the image was tarnished.
"Mr. Duggan? Hi, I'm Paul Franco." Said a well-dressed young man who was now entering Will's office. Will looked up sullenly.
"What do you want?" Will said, as the clean-shaven suit came forward.
"I'm your bankruptcy advisor. I'm the brother of your lawyer Janine Franco. She said I should come in, help you out. I just thought I'd come by and talk to you about your options."
"What about them?"
"Well -- wow, hey, is that Helen Humps? I love her stuff! She was part of your studio yeah?" Paul said, walking towards the statue.
"Yeah, just... just be careful with that, OK?" Will said.
At that moment, a football from one of the kids playing outside flew through the open window and slammed into the marble bust. Before Paul Franco had time to react, the statue toppled over, taking him down with it, and crushing his crotch with Helen Hump's pointy marble breasts. Paul screamed in agony.
Will put his head in his hands.
"Mr. Franco, I think it's probably for the best that I only deal with your sister, Janine." Will said.
Paul continued to scream.
Will sighed. "Fine, fine, I'll call the paramedics. But YOU'RE paying for it!"
As Will dialed 911, he could definitely sense that the end of the BustNut empire was at hand.
To be continued...
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Can't wait to see how you rework this classic piece :)
ReplyDeleteWell wait no longer! I posted my version of this classic story yesterday. :) Let me know what you think of it...
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