Chapter Eleven: First Meal
(Note: first I apologize to those readers offended by my careless use of German words. I would take more time and be more considerate if i were to make this a novel; I've written a few. I wanted no more than to have my character make "utterances" and could just as well have made them alien. NP)
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Nutte too liked taking me by the balls, and used them to lead me out of the bedroom. I figured all women were like this and gave it no mind. She guided me down the steps and headed for the kitchen. I was led to a corner of the kitchen and made to stand facing into it. Nutte allowed me to put my arms down and keep them by my sides. Though a bright and well-lit room, my corner was quite darkened. I found myself staring into a long thin line created by the walls juncture. I let my eyes travel up the corner and down, but dared not look around.
We'd moved to the kitchen quickly and my brain was clouded, so I'd seen little of the rooms we'd moved through. I'd considered them for a moment and remembered only thick dark-colored carpeting. I was happy to be clean and rid of the itching, at least most of it. There were still a couple spots and as I stood there contemplating, newer ones arose. I was still perspiring and my cock still drooled like a teething baby, so what was I to expect. Now my stomach began to complain and competed with my hard-on for attention. Nature's two most basic appetites collided in an ancient battle for supremacy, and I had no control over anything.
My nose picked up the scent... lamb chops probably. My persistent boner realized he was being overshadowed, though not vanquished. The stomachs satisfaction was to their mutual well-being, but I needed to orgasm so bad it hurt. Never had I stood so rigid, stayed hard for so long, or ached so much. Only my stomachs ache could compete, and the competition added to a wealth of psychological misery. This was all on top of the growing itchiness, and there was nothing I could do except tolerate.
My imagination was a cauldron of sexual fusion, as I tried to see through the crack formed by the meeting of the walls. They were a pair of white walls that blended into a darkening gray and then black. I traveled on and in, looking for the opening to another dimension, seeking an exit, the crack of light leading out. I sensed being close and spotted a glimmer, but the aroma of toast slowed me down. I was so exhausted I almost fell forward into the crack. I'd wanted to, to fall through the crack, but the smells kept me in reality. I wanted to send my hard-on through to the other side, to fuck the crack and shoot my load into another world, but my stomach stayed with Nutte.
"Achtung," I heard Nutte bark. Her word came as an echo growing louder. I was stopped at the edge of an abyss and turned around. I turned from the world of shadows and reentered her reality. With head lowered and breathing labored, I turned to face Nutte.
The little monster was sitting in a chair facing me. To her left was a table on which she rested an elbow. It was set with a plate of food and accompaniments. I was starving and couldn't wait to dig in. I looked to the tom-boy for direction and her eyes took mine to the floor. She sat straight, with her legs parted and her feet planted on either side of a big bowl. It was a large pink bowl and very deep. On the outer edge facing me was the word 'BOY' in large letters. The word was done in glitter that sparkled. I looked up from the bowl, to a very sinister looking Nutte.
"Hinunter," she continued, motioning for me to kneel. I did and watched for further instructions. "Kriechen zu mich," Nutte said pointing to the bowl and calling me forward with the tilt of her head. She gave me a sarcastic look and said, "mmmmm, lunchpaket." I began crawling, drawn on by the aroma.
