What do you think handsome Lance's chances are of making it through this chapter in one piece? I'd say slim to none... ;)
Haunted Mansion - Chapter 6
Based on an original anthropomorphic story by Wyndfeld
Lance, the track and field star, is assigned to the basement, where he becomes the latest victim in Corbin’s hidden laboratory.
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Lance stood at the bottom of the basement stairs, standing close by the door to what must have been Corbin’s hidden basement laboratory. He had stumbled upon the hidden and well-disguised door by mistake, and now that he’d opened it, the handsome blond stud found that he really didn’t want to enter the room. The place was a wreck, with broken glass and empty vials and containers laying where they had been tossed so long ago. Cabinet doors were hanging open, and most of the cupboards had been stripped bare of anything except for dust. Still the room had a strange, lingering chemical scent and an evil foreboding presence to it.
The big, broad shouldered young track and field star shifted from foot to foot uneasily, wondering why it was he always seemed to get the creepiest rooms on these field trips. Ryan, the beefy hockey player, had gotten the kitchen, the lucky dog!
“The kitchen!” Lance snorted. “I mean, what supernatural event could possibly happen there?” The handsome blond athlete grunted uncomfortably. “And I get sent to the damn basement!” he grumbled, shivering in the chill of the unheated room. He knew that Dave — a.k.a. ‘Moose’ — would have been perfectly happy in this creepy place. Nothing seemed to faze that big dude…
Lifting the rented camcorder to his eye and shaking a stray lock of his shaggy blond hair out of the way, Lance wandered around the disheveled room. The young man stepped gingerly over the ever present debris, his long runner’s legs nimbly avoiding the worst of the mess. The handsome blond stud was dressed in simple blue jeans, sneakers, and a white t-shirt, the kind of shirt that hugged his muscular frame like a lover. While not nearly as huge as Tor, Dave, and Logan - or Darin, Ryan, and Brett, for that matter - Lance was built thick and muscular for a track and field athlete and the shirt showed off all of those muscles to great effect. His larger frame and musculature made him one of the strongest field competitors in the Tri-State area, but surprisingly, his larger mass and upper body strength did not seem to be an impediment to his track times, and he was one of the fastest runners the university had ever seen.
Lance stepped over a plastic bin full of green rubber bands, all melted and fused together with age. “Guess the cops really tore this place apart!” he explained for the camera. “They thought this was going to be the place were Corbin kept all his… ahem… trophies.” The handsome hunk grunted in disgust at the thought. He could all too easily almost imagine the dirty, stained jars full of grisly cuttings. “Of course they never found a thing…” the big stud explained for the camera, sweeping it over jars of mildewed preservative bottles, all empty. “They think that he must have…” Lance swallowed hard, his throat bobbing as he worked to hold down his bile, “eaten them.”
The young man paused to check on his stallion meat and his two big baby makers, which made a huge bulge in his tight blue jeans. Yeah, everything was there and accounted for. Lance breathed a sigh of relief, and then scanned the dark dirty shelves with the camera’s light.
His sharp eyes suddenly caught something on one of the shelves that almost made him jump out of his skin. There was one filthy jar on a back shelf, and it contained what appeared to be a long, slender, and slightly curving dark object in it!
Lance did a quick double take, his rational mind kicking in.
“No way the police would have missed that!” he assured himself, quickly turning away.
Lance quickly set the camera down on a nearby countertop at about waist level. As he set the camera down, the recorder had a great view of the young man’s enormous crotch bulge, his maleness really giving the worn denim a workout as it struggled to contain its meaty contents. He adjusted the light, moving the camera this way and that, panning it back and forth. As he did so, Lance thought about going upstairs and asking Ryan if he’d like to trade places. The young track star was distinctly uneasy in this room, especially with the discovery on the back shelf. But no, the Professor would be pissed if he did that.
He unconsciously rubbed at the tight material covering his hefty bulge again, as he looked over his shoulder at the mysterious jar.
“I wonder what that is in the jar?” he said aloud.
The thought seemed to pop into his head from nowhere. Lance shook his handsome head, his shaggy blond hair shifting with his motion. “I probably don’t want to know!” he grunted under his breath, as a shiver ran down his spine.
Still, curiosity gnawed relentlessly at his mind, until with a determined grunt, he flicked his flashlight on and stomped back towards the filthy jar and its mysterious contents.
“No… this is ridiculous!” The big stud muttered, turning to start back towards the door.
“Then again...” He turned around and headed back to the jar. He picked up the fluid filled jar, as if holding a live grenade, and very gingerly stepped back to the camera. He wasn’t really comfortable showing his face on the camera, so he stood a little closer than he needed to.
He was quickly convinced that he was holding the severed maleness, the penis, of a guy who had been butchered and killed decades ago. He held the jar up for the camera to see, giving the lens a very clear view of the black and slender coiled up inside the jar, looking very much like a shriveled and pickled cock.
“I think this may be one of Corbin’s… uh… trophies?” Lance said uneasily to a camera. “It looks like a really thin penis, all shriveled and curled up…” The young man trailed off.
“Huh… wait a minute… maybe it’s not. Hold on.”
He looked around, grabbing an exam table and pulling it over. The metal screeched and the heavy vibrations made the camera shake. The big table was very heavy, but the burly young athlete moved it like it weighed virtually nothing. Lance may not have been the biggest guy on campus, but he was definitely among the strongest.
He perched back against the table, his gorgeous bubble butt resting on the edge, long thighs spreading a bit.
“I think this isn’t a penis after all…”
Lance felt a flush of excitement race through him… as well as relief that he wasn’t holding a pickled cock! He crammed the jar between his strong, muscular thighs and then wrapped a big hand around the lid. Slowly, he twisted the lid, the threads shearing off with all the torc he put into the motion. The lid crumbled in his fist, and the yellowish preservative fluid inside the jar spilled all down the side of his leg.
“AAAW SHIIIIT!!!” Lance exclaimed, setting the jar off to the side a little to quickly. The quick motion accidentally knocked the jar over, causing the smelly fluid to spill down the length of the table and onto the crotch of his already stained and soaked jeans.
“DOUBLE SHIT!!!”
The long, slender black object spilled onto the counter. Lance was distracted by all the fluid splashing onto his pants, so he did not notice the black noodle-like thing twitch, but the camera picked up the motion.
Disgusted with the mess of his pants, Lance quickly shimmied out of his snug jeans, stepping out of his big sneakers to get the pants off of each leg. The young stud then stood back up, and it took a minute for him to realize that he was naked from the waist down. He’d not worn any boxers that day, and he belatedly tried to cover up his prodigious cock and balls. It was no use, though, for even his big hands couldn’t hope to completely hide his thick tubesteak and meaty balls.
“Shit, shit, shit! Sorry for the show, folks! Well, we’ll just have to edit this…” He hastily reached for the camera, and then stopped. “Fuck.” He swore leaning back against the table, and chuckling as he blushed slightly. “Well, I guess I got nothing to worry about! I mean, everyone knows I’ve got a huge cock, so I don't need to be shy.”
A mischievous look filled Lance’s sparkling blue eyes, and he flashed the camera his famous Colgate smile. He stepped back a pace, hefted his thick, uncut sausage in his right hand, and proceeded to show the camera how a real man was equipped.
“This is my sheath…” he snickered, grabbing his thick foreskin and skinning it back to reveal the large glans beneath. “And this is my cock…” He bent it to the side, showing off it’s profile. “Notice the nice flare? That’s what makes my girl friend scream every weekend.”
Lance continued to snicker as his thick hose began to stiffen and fatten up, pulling his sheath even farther back. The young stud spread his muscular thighs wide and pulled up his weighty balls. “These are my big, fat nuts… the things ol’ Corbin would have given his right eye to have!” He stretched and rubbed them a bit, making them bulge bright red and shiny in their smooth sac. “As you can tell, Cindy’s going to get a hosing tomorrow night. These bad boys are packed full of thick stud cream, cuz I haven’t blown a load all week.” He stroked the big balls, fingers splayed lovingly over their surface. “Just right for a growing girl… and trust me heh.” He grabbed his by now half-hard, long, floppy cock and wiggled it at the camera. “Some parts of her are stretching out just fine!”
He chuckled, the fear of the place lost as he goofed around. He dropped his heavy cock, which only half hard was still already nearly 10 inches in length and approaching the thickness of a beer can. It continued to grow as he turned his attention to the wet mess on the table.
Lance turned around to pick up the jar, and he finally noticed the black worm-like thing sprawled out on the table. His fingers dug around in the smelly fluid, and fished out the noodle-shaped thing.
“I'm not sure what this is. It looks like… I dunno… a very shiny centipede perhaps, but without any legs. Hmmmmm... Definitely a preserved animal of some sort.” The thick fingers massaged and maneuvered the creature, stretching out the dead, pickled corpse into an approximately foot-long strand.
“I wonder if this is… huh…”
He laid the worm-like thing against the length of his penis, noting that it was just as long. “Maybe...” His dick hardened even further, throbbing hot and heavy against the creature’s preserved body. “But I didn’t think they were real… Professor White taught us about Corbin's… errr… ‘penis bugs’, I think he called them. I forget their scientific name… sorry Professor.”
The hunk maneuvered the dead creature around his big hard on, picking up his long, thick, rubbery cock in one hand. He then angled it towards the camera, as the other hand held the worm about three inches back from the camera.
“This bulbous part here, yeah,” he said, holding the creature close to the camera, the tiny mouth in a little snarl. “This part was the front… the head... and it went down into a man’s piss slit.”
He had no idea why, perhaps just to show the camera, but he pulled back the foreskin on his cock and pointed the glans at the camera, showing his gaping piss slit. The opening was unusually wide, for Lance love to play with metal sounds and other instruments that he could stick down the length of his huge cock. He was a particular fan of sticking a straw down the length of his mule dick and having his girlfriend suck on the other end like it was some kind of Hi-C fruit drink. He’d always reward her with a thick load of splooge that she would suck straight from his balls.
Without stopping to think, Lance shoved the head of the worm down into the open glans. The worm was thicker than the sounds Lance would normally shove down his dick, but Lance managed to wedge the worm down the tight fitting tunnel, aided by the fact that the worm was slick with the preservative fluids.
“And the thing would crawl down into the victim’s penis… Ahem!” he grunted, almost imagining that he had felt the creature move. “Supposedly it would like eat a man from the inside out, or something.”
Lance grinned off camera, and seductively began to stroke the thing into him. A few inches in, and then pulling out, then pushing it a little further in.
“There are no fucking ghosts down here!” the handsome stud grunted, quite thoroughly aroused by now. “So I’m gonna show you a little jerk off trick I call the pipe cleaner.” His dick surged with heat and firmness, swelling out rock hard with all of its veins and bulges sticking out.
“Yeah, now that’s hot… See how my thick cum tube is all swollen and bulging? This fucker is stroking my cum chute real nice.” He grunted as he shoved the creature up and down inside of his urethra.
“I can feel it… it’s… Wait a minute!” Lance grunted as he definitively felt it wiggle and expand this time. “Whoa!” He grunted again as a shiver of fear and pleasure ran up his spine.
“What the… Oh shit! It can’t be…! The HELL!?!” he squealed, as the slender black creature’s body suddenly began wriggling like a snake in his big hands. Lance gripped the exposed half of the creature’s body and yanked powerfully at it, hoping to pull the suddenly living and squirming invader out of his steel hard cock. But the wet and fluid-slick body slipped right out of his fists, and as he watched in abject horror, it slithered in deeper.
“Mother… fucking… HELL!!!” the big stud screamed and quickly grabbed at the few inches still hanging out of his piss slit. Again he tried to pull the wiggling and squirming creature out of his mighty cock, grunting with the strain. Lance felt the thing’s fat body dig against the tender flesh inside his swollen cock, painfully preventing him from pulling the creature out by more than a millimeter.
The young man’s mind was racing, trying to remember everything he could about the nasty penis grubs. But all he could really recall was that they didn’t start eating until they were imbedded all the way in a man’s plumbing. He knew there was some reason for that, but couldn’t remember what it was. At the moment, though, that hardly mattered; what was most important right now was getting the squirming and wriggling black worm OUT of his huge horse cock.
But the more Lance struggled, the further the slug wormed its way inside him. The young stud’s grip slipped again on the creature, letting another couple of inches slide up inside of him.
“NO!!! FUCK NO!!!” Lance squealed, clamping his grip down tightly again. This was bad, Lance realized. Very bad. He was going to need medical help, and quickly. The handsome jock trotted over to the door, hands still firmly gripped on the slippery creature’s tail, but he immediately realized that as long as he held the creature with both hands, he couldn’t open the door. Lance stood there in an indecisive panic for a moment, but then released one hand to reach for the door knob.
“NOOO!!!!” he screamed as he felt the creature surge through his single-handed grip and climb even deeper into his precious cock. He immediately released the door knob and wrapped his other hand around the wriggling tail, swearing as he did so.
“Shit shit shit shit!”
Lance was getting desperate, for just a couple of inches of the slender black worm were still visible dangling from his achingly hard cock. “HELP!! HELP!! SOMEBODY!! PLEASE!!!” the young man bellowed before remembering that Corbin had all the rooms, especially those in the basement, completely sound proofed so that his wife and little daughter wouldn’t hear any of his depraved and murderous activities. Nobody would be able to hear him screaming even if they were right outside the door. His only hope was that the Professor or one of his jock classmates would come down to look in on him. And how embarrassing would that be? Standing there naked with a huge boner and gripping the black worm that was still struggling to plunge the rest of the way into his meaty dick? Still, it was better than having this… this hideous, horrific THING chew his huge cock off!
He hadn’t noticed that the camera lens had been following his every move, catching every moment of his panicked and desperate attempts to remove the invader from his loins.
Lance quickly moved back over to the table he sat again, spreading his hefty thighs wide and unknowingly giving the camera an even better view of his nude groin and his desperate struggle. He tried to clear his mind and think. There HAD to be a better way to get this creature out of him!
The young man’s blue eyes lit up with a sudden idea. Gripping the creature’s tail even harder with one hand, Lance reached down to almost the base of his very wide cock and pinched down hard on the underside, closing off his urethra just in front of the worm’s head. The creature wiggled and struggled even harder against the pinched off tube, then suddenly relaxed.
“Ahhhh that’s easier!” the big stud sighed in relief, momentarily relaxing his grip on the long slimy tail, when a sudden sharp pain flared in the base of his cock.
“OUCH!” the big stud shouted, his fingers reflexively releasing the pinched urethra. Instantly, the creature began slithering deeper into his stallion hood. “Son of a fucking BITCH!!” Lance grunted, grabbing at the tiny bit of tail left hanging out of his distended piss slit.
Suddenly, his mighty cock leaped up in his grasp, pleasure tingling through it. “Uunnnhh!” Lance groaned. It felt like the creature’s long slender body had begun to vibrate within his cock. The intense pleasure was making it hard for him to concentrate, his fingers losing what little grip they had left. He was so consumed by lust and pleasure that he hardly noticed as the last inch of the worm slithered into his cock.
Lance’s handsome head rolled on his broad and powerful shoulders.
“Unnnnhh! FUCK!!” he moaned, clutching at his big organ now with both powerful hands, stroking up and down along its entire length. The pleasure kept growing and building within his swollen loins, feeling like they might explode, and then he felt that sudden rush of orgasmic release.
Strangely, it almost felt like his big load was going from his cock into his balls instead of spurting out of his huge, over-full nuts and out of his cock. The cum tube on the underside of his throbbing cock was so packed by the foot-long worm that his massive load couldn’t escape. Lance looked down and could see a thick drool of pearly white cum oozing out of his distended urethra, as well as the little pin of a black tail wiggling around in his copious white spunk.
“OH GODS!!!” the big stud squealed, realizing that the thing was fully inside of him! He gripped his colossal cock tightly in both hands and tried to milk the creature out of his pulsating cock, but to no avail. In fact, the rough frigging of his cock only sent Lance into greater orgasmic bliss. The combined sensations of an earth-shattering orgasm and of having his huge load backed up and trapped in his balls was just too much for the handsome stud, and he passed out, sliding slowly to the floor even as his gorgeous body was wracked by massive spasms of pleasure.
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Lance came to some unknown time later, awakening from an intensely erotic dream. It took the handsome stud a few moments to blink himself awake and remember where he was. He sat up with a start, realizing that he was completely naked with an almost painfully hard and swollen boner in Corbin Harper’s famous basement laboratory. His heart began to thunder again in his chest with terror, but when he looked down, he saw a little, wrinkled black noodle lying there on the floor next to him. It was the slender black worm, and it looked as dead and shriveled at it had when he first saw it in the jar. There were a couple of ounces of whitish fluid surrounding it and leading in a trail back to where the young man’s bone-hard cock had been resting on the floor, but other than that, there was no evidence that the creature had ever been alive or had been inside his huge cock.
Maybe Lance had imagined the whole thing.
The young man picked himself up off the floor and brushed himself off, chuckling nervously to himself. This damn house gave him the creeps, that was for sure! And some damn weird dreams as well. Lance decided that he didn’t care if he flunked Professor White’s class — he was getting dressed and getting out of here!
At that moment, a powerful wave of pleasure washed over Lance’s gorgeous body, making his runner’s legs wobble and almost buckle at the knees. His huge cock gave a mighty lurch, slapping hard against his washboard belly with an intensely erotic rush of energy. A second wave washed over him, and he felt a strange tingling in his balls. He reached down to cup his huge jewels, and was amazed at how hot they felt to the touch. Almost like they were feverish.
As Lance held his huge nuts, he felt the right orb jiggle in his hand, then a twitch in his left ball. His heart started racing even faster as he looked down at his two heavy, sperm-packed nuts and felt them twitch and spasm again, harder this time, as if they were coming alive on their own.
Then, to his extreme horror, Lance saw the wriggling motion of a tiny worm beneath the silky smooth skin of his nutsac.
Unbeknownst to Lance, the penis grub had laid hundreds of tiny little eggs deep inside the young man’s huge and sperm-rich nuts. Though themselves only about the size of tiny sperm cells at first, these eggs quickly hatched, releasing microscopic worms that had wriggled and squirmed their way throughout the hardy, over-juiced meat of Lance’s massive balls. They had anchored themselves inside all that beef and begun to feast on the massive stud supply of spunk contained in those two orbs. As they fed, the worms had grown larger and fatter, sucking down the young man’s sperm even faster, twinning through the young man’s balls and making them swell ever larger until they were now one and a half times their normally huge size, looking massive and bloated and intensely masculine.
The only problem was that the tiny worms had now exhausted Lance’s enormous supply of sperm and now had to look elsewhere to feast… and they chose that moment to begin feasting on the young man’s testicles themselves.
Lance screamed in sudden, overwhelming agony as hundreds of tiny mouths began to chow down on the delicate and fragile interiors of his two huge balls. He immediately dropped to his knees at the extraordinary pain, still cupping his balls as they began to writhe and twitch with the bodies of hundreds of tiny, feasting worms. His scrotum swelled larger and larger still, growing lumpier and more distorted as the worms grew bigger and bigger. Lance uttered shriek after shriek of unimaginable agony as he felt his proud bull balls consumed bit by bit, piece by piece, every nerve ending raw and flaring with a pain that he didn’t think was possible.
At the same time, the young track star’s cock was somehow just as incredibly hard and randy as ever, and was in fact approaching orgasm. Lance released his quivering and swelling scrotum and instead clutched both hands around his throbbing pole, holding it steady as his orgasm suddenly crashed into his loins with the force of a steam engine.
One, two, three throbs of his massive cock, but nothing came out of the gaping tip. Lance was alternately moaning and screaming in a mind-tearing blend of ecstasy and animal agony. On the next pulse, half a dozen tiny black worms, each just a few inches long and no more than a millimeter wide, erupted out of his cock like some sort of dark party streamers. The next pulse sent out more than a dozen of the little creatures, as did the next and the next and the next. Lance’s humongous horse cock had now turned into a fountain of baby penis grubs.
Lance could only watch in rapt horror as more and more of the tiny worms blasted out of his cock, shooting out up to ten feet from his cannon of a cock and then crawling and wriggling in every direction. As his cock thundered out his final, excruciating load, Lance’s horribly swollen ball sac began to sag lower and lower, deflating as the sperm- and meat-engorged worms were pumped out of his body.
It took more than a minute, but after several dozen blasts birthing hundreds of worms, Lance’s mighty orgasm came to a shuddering end. The young man’s voluminous scrotum, once packed with two huge, healthy stud balls, was now completely empty and almost flat, hanging floppy and loose between his legs like a deflated child’s ball. Every trace of Lance’s proud bull nuts was completely gone.
The young man let out a final whimper of terror and loss, and then he blacked out, dropping heavily to his side. His massive cock twitched and lurched a couple more times before it too wilted, draping heavily over a muscular thigh as if admitting defeat. Lance was a man no more.
A cold breeze swept through the laboratory, whispering between the tables and pieces of broken equipment, and creating a sound that very much sounded like a dry, raspy chuckle…
