Suddenly, the creature jumped to its feet with a bloodcurdling scream. "Aiyeeeee!" it shouted, in a powerful, high-pitched voice, and launched itself out of the sink and onto the floor of the lab. It began running this way and that, zigzagging among the lab benches and equipment, and bouncing off the walls that it occasionally encountered. Harold and Deepak scurried after it in a panic, not knowing what they would do if they managed to capture it. But after a few minutes of pursuit, it stopped short, in the middle of the floor. Harold and Deepak stopped as well, holding their breath. The creature looked at them, one after another, and back again. It seemed to make up its mind, and then it leapt through the air and thudded directly into Harold's midsection, knocking him to the ground.
Harold lay on his back, the animated creature straddling his pelvis, and wondered what would happen next. The creature planted its mouth on the lump in his trousers, and sucked for all that it was worth. Naturally, nothing much happened through the thickness of his denim jeans. But the creature was not long fooled. After a few moments, it grabbed for the waistband of Harold's trousers and tugged; buttons and zipper teeth went flying! In moments, Harold's boxers lay bare, and in a few seconds more, the creature had likewise shredded those. His dick was naked to the air, inches from the delicate mouth of the artificial creature! Harold stared in disbelief, barely daring to breathe.
What happened next was inevitable: the creature plunged its mouth onto Harold's stiffening cock, and inhaled it deeply into its throat. What it lacked in technique it made up for in enthusiasm: the moist sucking action of its mouth pulled Harold's pud down deep into its throat; the suction brought his manhood instantly to life. There was no tenderness, no love, no sense of relationship; just an intense urgent need to suck the essence out of Harold's cock. Harold, of course, was familiar with the need for pure carnal release, and lay back on the floor, letting the creature have its way with his rapidly hardening organ. The creature sucked and sucked, slurping his bone deep into its mouth, and applying a peristaltic motion on his shaft that soon had the juices rising in his loins. Harold felt his balls swell and his prostate spasm; he felt the jism enter the chamber of his love launcher; he felt the sucking on his cock prepare him to ejaculate a monster load. As the unholy creature sucked harder and harder on his cockhead, he knew that the time had come, and his hips began to buck. He spurted a long thick rope of semen into the gobbling mouth of the strange little creature, which hungrily swallowed every drop. It continued to suck and gobble, extracting every possible drop of Harold's spooge. When Harold was completely dry, if finally lifted its head from his lap, and looked around. Harold was glad to have his balls drained so completely, of course, but didn't feel much better than if he had whacked himself off.
"Ayeeee!" the creature cried, and began running around the lab once more.
"Whoa, that was cool!" said Deepak from across the room, and instantly regretted it. The homunculus turned its large glistening eyes on Dee, and launched itself at him before he could duck or defend himself. It bowled him over onto his back on the floor, and ripped his trousers off, just as it had done to Harold only moments before. Deepak's trousers soon lost their buttons and zipper teeth, and he lay naked to the ministrations of the creature. It then applied its sucking mouth to Deepack's pud in a virtual rerun of its assault on Harold.
Harold, still sitting on the floor and gasping for breath, watched the creature as it sucked and slurped a gigantic load of jism out of Deepak's cock, happy that his own ordeal was over. Getting sucked off was nice, of course, but the abruptness was a lot more than he had expected! And a kiss or two would have been appreciated. He watched as the little golem hungrily tugged on Deepak's root with its mouth, acting out of pure instinct, needing another load of spunk and thinking of nothing else.
"Dee, I hope you're enjoying it!" Harold laughed, thinking that he, having given the creature all of his deadly sperm buildup, was out of the woods. He watched as the tiny creature, with the disproportionate face and delicate limbs, devoured Deepak's cock. Before long, Deepak was shouting out in orgasm, and his thrusting hips pumped round after round of sperm into the horny little homunculus.
As Deepak stopped thrusting and lay still, the creature again got to its feet and glanced around the lab. It looked once more at Harold.
"What? No, not again!" he yelled in horror. "You've already got all I have to give!" He held out his palms in protest. But the creature was ready for round two, even if Harold was not, and was soon all over him once more, sucking and tugging on Harold's tortured tool.
"No, no!! Stop it!" Harold cried, trying to pull the determined creature off of his crotch. But he could not disengage it from his cock. He felt the sucking, the pulling, the slurping. His tender dick was still hyper-sensitive from the first round, but he couldn't stop it all from happening yet again. Eventually, he felt his juices once more rising, and his hips bucked. Another blast of jism erupted from his loins, and was quickly swallowed by the horny creature.
Deepak was already looking around the room for a weapon. He grabbed a glass stir rod, the closest thing he could find, and brandished it as the creature plunged toward him. The homunculus lunged and bashed the stir rod aside, and soon had its face once more buried in Dee's crotch. Dee gave up to the inevitable, and let it suck out a second, much smaller load from his gonads.
Meanwhile, Harold was just recovering from his ordeal. He glanced up to see the creature again running toward him, its obscene red lips open wide to swallow his cock once again. "Dee! Do something!" he shouted, before being tackled once more.
Deepak did something indeed. He bolted for the exit while the creature was otherwise engaged. "I'll be back as soon as I can, dude!" he yelled. "I'm going to find help!" And with that, he was gone.
"Noooo! You bastard!!" shouted Harold, before he lost consciousness, feeling for all the world as if his dick was being pulled through a knothole in a picket fence.
For the next half hour, Harold found himself drifting in and out of consciousness. Every time he woke up, he saw the homunculus straddling his pelvis and licking its lips. It would rest for a moment or two, and then plunge down onto his cock once more. Mercifully, at this point in the cycle, Harold would generally pass out. He had no idea how many times the ordeal was repeated. He prayed for a merciful stroke or heart attack to end his suffering, and of course for eternal damnation for that bastard Deepak.
Finally, Harold awoke to shouts. Human, male shouts. Deepak was back, along with two others. Harold didn't know them. They were both tall and muscular, and wore rugby shirts. They were manhandling the homunculus into a burlap sack, which they then secured with a chain.
One of the two turned to Deepak. "Thanks, dude! You're the best. We'll get you the rest of your money by tomorrow, okay?"
"No problem, guys. Tomorrow is fine. But don't screw me, or I'm gonna want her back!"
"Oh, we won't fuck with you, dude! You'll get it, every penny." And with that, the pair was out the door, carrying the squirming sack between them.
Harold tried struggling to his feet, thought better of it, and lay back again on the floor. At least he could manage to zip up what was left of his trousers. "Okay, Dee," he said. "Not that I'm ungrateful that the little hellion is gone and all, but what the hell just happened?"
Deepak looked smug. "Just the greatest idea I ever had, Dude, that's all." He made a few preening gestures, adjusting his collar and tugging down his sleeves. "When I left here..."
"You mean, when you abandoned me to my near-death."
"...I called up some fraternity brothers of mine. They have a house of fifty or so guys. All horny as hell. I asked them what they would pay for a nymphomaniac who would keep them in blowjobs round the clock. They offered me a hundred bucks."
"Brilliant!" said Harold. "So she's gone, and we have fifty bucks each!"
"Not exactly," said Deepak. "I turned down their offer. A hundred bucks? For a treasure like our little cum-gobbling golem? I just laughed at them."
"What? I'm laying here on the ground, getting my internal organs hoovered out of my body, and you're negotiating? Why I out to kill you...."
