Intense darkness surrounds me offering no safety from my nakedness. A chill wind scrapes it's nails across my skin, a reminder this is not a dream.
Don't know how long I've been lost and wandering this way. Seems like it should have been morning hours ago. This night is never-ending. I'm looking for something, but don't know what. Mind is in such a fog. Each step I take the more aroused I become...why?
I've stayed under the cover of trees. The wind whispering secrets I can't decipher through their branches. Stepping into a large area of finely powdered dirt, possibly a long forgotten parking lot, I decide it's safe to cross.
As I make it half way across, a car comes out of nowhere like a snake from its den, tires hissing, headlights a serpent's eyes glaring on my bare skin, exaggerating it. I have anything to cover me but my hands. Fully erect, I can't hide it.
Another car pulls up from behind me joining the other, circling, slithering around me, I'm trapped. The passengers whistle as I run, they cut me off. No options but to stand here and tremble...or fight.
Shivering from cold and fear, and confused because I'm fighting the urge to cum. As terrified as I am I still feel my testicles drawing up for ejaculation. The feeling is so overpowering, causing me to almost black out. I have to remove my hands from my cock, the slightest touch will send me over the edge.
The passengers of the cars react to my hardness bobbing in front of me, laughing and whistling more.
"He has a fucking hard on," one of them yells.
After throwing a beer bottle out the window the driver of the nearest car pulls a handgun and fires it at me twice. I can hear the bullets fly close by each side of my head. They're not playing, they're trying to kill me.
My confusion and fear turn to anger, it boils in me. Too much distance and not enough time to reach the tree line. The only thing I can think of to do is...I run to the nearest of the two cars and leap on the hood. The weight of my body caves it in, spider webbing the windshield. One of the wheels flies off, bouncing into the darkness.
"Holy fuck!! How the hell did he do that?" the driver's screams muffled by the glass.
I ram my arm through it, grab him by the shirt and pull him through, flinging him, leaving an arc of glass in the air over thirty yards from the car. A wet snapping sound is heard in the distance which I assume is his body careening into a tree.
Jumping through the hole his body made in the windshield, I take his place in the driver's seat. The other passengers are screaming and hitting me. It takes me a minute to get situated behind the wheel and get orientated. Taking another blow to the head I turn to see what I'm dealing with, a rather large male reaching for his gun in the floorboard to my right and two scared women in the back. The man hits me again not able to reach his firearm. His face buckles when I hit him with my elbow. I can barely feel the blows of the girls in the back.
The steering wheel slides across my erection as I'm turning and I lose control of the car fighting an orgasm. My intention was to steer into the other car, but instead plow into a tree, throwing me on the hood. The car stalls, all I hear from it is a hissing sound and faint sobbing from one of the girls. Standing up as the other car comes at me, I look down at myself, my slender body with its pale skin, covered in glass and goose bumps from the cold as I shiver. My dick is throbbing with a single thread of cum dripping from the head glistening in the light.
Just before impact I leap onto the cab of the other car and jam my arm through the roof, it pops like a wet paper sack filled with meat. I grab blindly until I feel a mass of hair and pull. When their head makes contact with the ceiling their hair rips free leaving a round protrusion with a hole where my hand went through. The car smashes into the other propelling me fifteen or so feet behind both vehicles on my chest and stomach in the. Dirt and gravel impale my skin mixing with blood.
Even in as much pain I'm in I'm still hard as a rock and fighting an orgasm. I collapse to my knees and fall on my side assuming the fetal position, rocking back and forth. The urge burns. I think to myself if I just cum and get it over with I might be able to think a little clearer, but I have this gnawing feeling that something bad will happen if I do...like I'm saving it for something. None of this makes any sense.
I don't know how much time passes while trying to regain control of the ugre. I take a kick to the ribs and immediately another to the face. The three passengers still alive from both vehicles...all girls, clothes ripped, bruised and bleeding from various cuts beat on me with all they've got.
"Where are your clothes and what's with that fucking hard on you freak?" the blonde haired girl says as she continues kicking me.
The auburn haired one and the brunette keep working my head. The assault seems to lessen my compulsion to orgasm so I welcome it but it doesn't make my hardness subside. If anything I'm getting harder and...bigger. I think it's been slowly growing all night. It has it's own heartbeat, a life of it's own.
When they tire of wailing on me two of the girls pen my arms to the ground and the third scrutinizes me.
"What are we gonna do with him? Fucking psycho killed the guys. That's some crazy shit he pulled back there," the brunette turns towards the other two.
"Why are you naked?" she asks me.
Why is he naked and why the fuck is he so hard? Does he get off on this shit?" she asks her friends.
"I don't know."
"Fucking say something." they demand of me.
For the first time in this screwed up nightmare I realize I can't speak.
"What are we gonna do with him? He's dangerous. Should we knock him out and tie him up, then go get the cops?" the girls contemplate.
The blond keeps looking at me uncomfortably.
"Cover that up. It's creeping me out," she says to the other two," referring to my dick.
A small puddle of pre-cum forms in my belly button as it drips.
"OMG...look at it, it's throbbing and dripping. Please cover it up I can't stop staring at it," looking at me with eyes wide.
"We need to hurry and tie him up," they contemplate.
What are we going to use?"
"I know, jumper cables should work."
The blonde runs to the closest car, the one that's least damaged, pops the trunk and pulls out some jumper cables. When she gets back they tell her to tie my wrists together.
While she's tying me up the other two talk about what to do with me next. The one banding my arms together seems to be doing a really good job, doing it tight. The closer she gets to my cock the harder it gets and seems to lurch more and more the closer she gets. She tries not to look at it but can't help herself. It's so surreal. When she's satisfied I can't get out of my bonds she sits indian style in the dirt beside me, studying me.
"Where did you come from Mr. Freakshow?" she asks.
Acknowledging my dick makes it ache and drip more. I try to speak but I can't utter a syllable.
"Holy Fuck, it started dripping more when I mentioned it. Do you like it when I look at your cock? Do you get off on it?" she questions me with revulsion and awe.
Just like before it oozes more, filling my belly button again then spilling out.
With a puzzled expression on her face she looks to her friends. They walked to the cars to check on the guys. She looks back at me, then biting her lip she moves her hand close to the head of my dick, about an inch from it. I try to scoot away but it does no good.
"Fuck, what's with you? You show up naked with this huge hard on. You look scared shitless but rip our cars apart like they're tinfoil and throw the guys around like rag-dolls. We're thinking you want to rape us...and in reality you don't want us touching you...Hmmm, I'm going to figure you out," she tells me with a thoughtful expression.
She reaches for my cock and stops an inch from it again. I shake my head furiously even though I crave her touch. This time it lurches and spits a single thick ribbon of cum on her hand in the shape of an elongated "S."
