Professor Walter F. Larsson awoke from his nap with a start. The TV was still on, the silver-haired commentator deploring the most recent depravities in this godforsaken wasteland that his wife of four months called home and in which he had so unwisely chosen to spend his sabbatical..
He heard the sound of motorcycles revving up and then shutting down. His wife had not invited the local chapter of Mensa to this night's festivities. This was going to be much worse.
The front door flew open and Henry saw Kali's silhouette, dimly lit by the moonless sky. Behind her stood an array of drunken bikers, three woman among them, if you could call these tattooed monstrosities women.
"Just give me a sec to get a few things boys, and then we can get started," Kali said, disappearing into the kitchen.
The lead biker, 6'9" if he was an inch and at least 300 pounds of pure muscle, stepped forward menacingly. "She told us what you done," he told the now cowering Professor Larsson, "and it weren't right. This is gonna be payback, you egghead motherfucker."
"Whatever she told you, it's not true," replied the Field's Medal laureate mathematician. "She's using you just like she uses me."
"Shut up, you sleazy fuck," said the acromegalic biker, whose name would turn out to be, somewhat incongruously, Ricky. "We gonna do you just like you done her."
"I think I have what we need, boys," Kali said cheerfully, as she reemerged from the kitchen. She was carrying a stick of butter, several coils of rope, plastic handcuffs, a very larger butcher knife, and several devices that Walter had never seen or even imagined before in his hitherto apparently sheltered life. Evidently, Kali had done some shopping.
"Tonight I am going to be fucked by a real man," she proclaimed to Walter, "not raped by some limp-dicked faggot sissy city professor." She walked over to Ricky and grabbed his denim-covered genitals. She cupped his balls, squeezing them rhythmically through his jeans. Then she moved her hand up to his by-now swollen cock, whose magnitude could not be concealed by his jeans. She squeezed it and ran her hand up and down its throbbing length, which was readily apparent to every observer in the room.
Finally, she kneeled down to unbuckle Ricky's belt. She unzipped his jeans and tugged them down to his knees. Her hands returned to Ricky's cock and balls, which she stroked through his jockey shorts, now inadequate to the task of housing Ricky's gigantic member. The damp spot caused by Ricky's precum announced his excitement to the gathered throng, as did the head of his cock, now jutting several inches beyond his underwear.
Kali tugged Ricky's shorts down to his ankles, her cheeks pressed against Ricky's large balls. She turned her head to take each of those magnificent orbs in her mouth, then rose slightly to take the head of Ricky's cock in her mouth. She then lowered her mouth on his shaft, taking in the top nine inches, which was the best she could manage. She ran her tongue up and down that magnificent tool, bobbing her head up and down as she impaled her throat upon it.
Then she withdrew and displayed the 11" cock for all to see. "Do you see this?" she asked Walter. "This is the cock of a real man. This is going to be inside me tonight while you sit there and helplessly watch me get fucked by a real man. "But something else is going to happen first, Walter. Do you know what that is?"
Walter, now restrained by two bikers, shook his head back and forth.
"You know what Ricky said to me down at the bar, Walter?"
Walter again shook his head.
"Ricky told me that was so horny that he's ready to fuck anything that moves."
"That's raight, anythin' that moves," echoed Ricky, looking at Walter with a knowing twinkle in his eye. "Anythin' that moves."
"You move, don't you Walter?" Kali asked.
"Now strip him and take him into the bedroom," she told the assembled bikers.
They did.
She turned to the biker girl with the blue Mohawk and the snake tattoo running up and down her right arm and leg, "Please get the stuff I bought. It's on the kitchen table."
She did.
When they were all assembled in the bedroom for the night's fun and games, Kali asked Serpent Girl for the plastic cuffs and the collar.
"Now get up on the bed and kneel sideways," she told Walter.
He did.
She roughly cuffed his arms behind him and then more gently placed the collar around his neck. She stroked his hair and whispered, "You don't feel like such a tough guy now, do you Walter?"
She brought Ricky around to the front of Walter, leading him by his massive 11" prick, which still jutted out like a misplaced telephone pole. "Hand me the butter," she told Serpent Girl.
She did.
Kali began to apply the butter to Ricky's throbbing cock, which, almost impossibly, seemed to grow even larger as she slid her hand up and down its length, squeezing it and pumping it as she rubbed the condiment deeply into Ricky's skin. "Look at this, Walter," she said, as she licked the butter surrounding its head. "This is what a real cock looks and tastes like. But you know what, Walter, you're not going to taste it until later. This is gonna go in your cornhole right now, not your mouth."
"Get Billy ready for his mouth," she told Stripper Annie, but as she turned around she saw that Stripper Annie was already hard at work, her mouth impaled on Billy's swollen cock, her hands cupping and massaging his balls. Kali was not surprised, as Stripper Annie had told her in the bar that she was up for a gangbang all the time and anytime.
She led Ricky by his cock around to Walter's rear. "Spread him," she told two of the bikers. They grabbed Walter's thighs and yanked them apart, so that his ass was spread wide open, fully vulnerable to the coming assault.
Stripper Annie let Billy's now stiffened cock escape from her highly talented and eager mouth. She led him by the cock over to Walter's face and rubbed his 7" cock back and forth across Walter's lips. Walter tried to lick the precum off his lip, and the tip of his tongue accidentally met the eye of Billy's cock, sending a tingle down his body.
Billy brought the butcher knife to Walter's neck.
"I bet you've heard this line before, mister," Billy said, "but you got a real purty mouth. You better suck me just like a woman. You bite me or do anything else and I will cut your throat.
Comprendi, Amigo?
"
Walter nodded his head.
Big Ricky then grabbed Walter's balls painfully with his right hand. "And I will rip these right off your body. We got a deal, buddy?"
Walter gulped and nodded his head. Despite his fear, he felt himself getting hard.
Danger must the ultimate aphrodisiac, he supposed. It looked as though he wasn't going to be able to prove that theorem about Diophantine equations after all.
Ricky pulled Walter's head up by the collar to meet Billy's cock just as it was about to enter Walter's mouth. Walter opened his mouth to receive it, and Billy shoved it in, right down the moist groove of Walter's curled tongue.
Big Ricky yanked on Walter's collar as if it were the reins of a horse, as he drove his massive 11" cock into Walter's ass. He got it all the way in on the second shove, and Walter felt his anus stretched to child-bearing dilation. He could feel the warmth of Ricky's cock halfway up his large colon.
Then Ricky began his motion, slamming his telephone pole cock into Walter's hopelessly violated body again and again.
In the meantime, Billy was gripping Walter's head firmly with his hands, holding it still for point-blank target practice as he brutally battered his way into Walter's violated orifice. Walter futilely tried to slow his progress by tightening his lips and tongue around the skin and veins of Billy's rapidly-moving cock, but it only inspired Billy to increase his thrusting to warp speed.
Ricky was pounding Walter's ass and internal organs now, as each thrust brought his Nathans'-worthy wiener more and more deeply into Walter's body cavity. He brutally grabbed Walter's balls and hardened cock. "If you come, boy, Ah'm gonna rip these right off your body, do you understand me, son?"
Walter nodded his head in understanding, tears rolling down his cheek.
