Frankencock Rides Again

My favourite line from Iron Man is in the beginning:

"They say that the best weapon is the one you never have to fire. I respectfully disagree. I prefer the weapon you only have to fire once. That's how Dad did it, that's how America does it, and it's worked out pretty well so far."

I stepped out into the morning sunshine and squinted. My cock had a now familiar blend of hot/happy/achy feeling I remembered from earlier in the week. I'd now fired it three times, and it worked out pretty well each time. Dad wouldn't approve and I didn't care. There are only two people in my world. People who are on my side, and everyone else. Dad wasn't on my side. What did he know? All he does is lay down the law, but I'm the one having amazing sex. He was in the way of my ambition with his rules and restrictions. I'd find a way to show him that I'm better than him. Winning at competitions seems to go well with my newly found sex life. All he does is put me down and put rules in the way, but I'm the one getting great sex and winning at competition.

However, it wasn't always like that. Until just now my sex life had been barren. After an accident on my erect cock; breaking it and disfiguring it, I thought I'd never have sex. I'd be too ashamed to allow anyone to see it. Since my accident my cock had gone from a smooth bell shape to a hexagonal, cube-like shape about half as big again as it originally was. The shaft went from square, to oval, then round. It started thick at the end and went gradually thinner to the base but that's not the worst of it. I had two new bends in my cock, one directly down, and one directly up. It meant my dick made a U-shape. I tried to tell myself that it was thicker than before, but because of the bends it looked half the length. A Frankencock.

The outdoor pool had that familiar smell of chlorine that burned my eyes, but there was also a faint smell of Eucalyptus oil and cum; was it just me? Would anyone else be able to smell it too? Why on earth do girls like that hot, burning feeling in their ass? My cock felt like it was on fire, and I could only assume it's so much worse in the butt.

I ambled over to the entrance of the outdoor pool to the presentation stand with a shiny new pickup on it, wondering if anyone had missed me. Mom was standing with her back to me chatting with a tall man. She'd changed into some branded clothing; a 'Whiteleaf Insurance' tee shirt and a pair of green yoga pants with the 'Whiteleaf' logo down the side. Interestingly she was barefoot too. Had I been gone that long?

I was still pondering the lubricant question when a tall thin man came up to me. I think he'd been speaking to me for a while, but it was hard to tell.

"...and to my cee-foo, young man, where's my cee-foo?"

Cee Foo?

"Alexandra, boy. Al-ex-an-DRA!"

I'd no idea what a Cee Foo was, but I left Alexandra washing the cum out of her ass and off her legs. Probably not the information this tall man required.

I smiled.

He muttered something.

I smiled again.

Mom spoke.

"Alexandria is the CFO of Whiteleaf Insurance. This is Mr Gustavson - he owns Whiteleaf Insurance!"

The tall, thin man made a gargling sound, then sounded like he was choking, then switched to a belly laugh.

"Mrs Reilly, I'm the C-E-O of Whiteleaf. We're owned by our shareholders and the board determines how our company is run." He gave both of us a wink.

"I'm just the person who makes it work."

He then began another round of gargling, choking and belly laughs at his own joke.

"What's so funny, Leif?"

"Aaah, there you are Alexan-DRA!"

"Yes, yes. Correct." I watched the interaction between Alexandra and Leif with rapt fascination. "I've finished the arrangements. We can start whenever you are ready."

More belly laughs, choking and gargling.

"EXCELLENT. EXCELLENT."

Both mom and I jumped as Mr Gustavson - Leif - barked his words and slapped his hands together. He turned and strode off towards the lectern stand with Alexandra trotting behind. I smirked at her tentative steps. Less than 15 minutes ago she begged me to fuck her ass so hard she'd collapsed. Not surprising then, she'd walk a little delicately. I wondered if she'd put the anal plug back in? Probably not.

Mr Gustavson took the lectern stand and immediately started to speak. At that very instance, a crowd assembled and fell into silence. Behind Mr Gustavson various people stood arrayed behind him, including myself and mom, and various employees all dressed in various Whiteleaf Insurance clothing. Alexandra stood next to Mr Gustavson. She had a small stain on the back of her tennis skirt and was fidgeting as she stood.

He spoke for about 10 minutes, but I didn't hear much of it. My name came up a few times and I instinctively smiled and gave a half wave. I don't think I took my eyes off Alexandra's legs for the entire time. There was a polite round of applause.

Then Alexandra got up to something, and turned to me. I smiled at her and realised I'd been ushered to stand next to her. Mom gave me a shove, and the next thing I'm standing there with a crowd of people in front of me. The staff of the lido are lined up next to us, and Chrissy and Helen are at the front, giggling and whispering to each other. I felt a hole open up in the pit of my stomach and the colour drained from my face. There was only one thing that would make this worse.

"...and now a few words from our next gold medalist."

Nothing.

"Andrew, say a few words."

Nothing.

"Aww, he's shy. Let's give him a big round of applause."

And in time-honoured cliche, the crowd goes wild. I gulp hard. I have to say something. All I can think about is Alexandra's gaping, ruined hole after I fucked her in it.

"Thanks." I beam, hoping that will help.

Apparently not.

"I'm honoured to have Whiteleaf Insurance sponsoring me, and I'd like to thank my mom who's here supporting me." I turn and smile at my mom, who looks like she's about to cry.

Not helping, mom.

I swallow hard.

"I'm going to win my next race."

Applause.

Oh god. My mouth has lost control. I cough. There's a whistle from either Chrissy or Helen.

"No, that's not true." For some reason I lock eyes with Leif Gustavson.

"I'm going to win everything." I spoke with a quiet determination. My blood turns to ice. Mr Gustavson is getting the thousand yard stare. Everyone goes quiet.

"No one. Nothing. Will stand in my way." I'm whispering.

"I will train harder. I will push harder. I will have single focus and purposeful discipline and allow nothing to get in my way in my pursuit of total domination."

I think that was the most words I'd used since my English exam. I had no idea what or why I said what I said, and as soon as I said it, I couldn't remember what I'd said. I think people thought I'd say more too, as it was silent after I spoke.

The audience started to clap, and then everyone else seemed to join in. I watched Mr Gustavson give Alexandra a look, which she returned. It wasn't so much that they were pleased, but somehow they matched my determination.

I now had Mr Gustavson and Alexandra standing either side of me. It was Mr Gustavson's turn to speak, which seemed to start with him gargling.

"A fine young man, and we're honoured to be able to support a young athlete from our home town."

Applause. I heard Alexandra whisper "Yes, yes. Correct."

"He's going to go on to do great things, and we at Whiteleaf Insurance are going to be there all the way with him."

More applause and a quiet "Yes, yes. Correct."

"So now it only leaves me the great honour of handing over the keys to our local hero." Mr Gustavson either paused for effect, or needed to cough or gargle away from the mike.

"Whatever you do, don't crash it." He's not smiling. "Not so much as a scratch." Still not smiling.

"Never leave a mark on my vehicle." I'm getting worried.

Then I hear those familiar words. "Yes, yes. Correct." and he finally lets go of the keys.

The press pushes to the front of the crowd and people are standing around with their phones out, flashing and snapping away. Mr Gustavson is holding the keys and I'm wondering if I should take them or just wait until he's ready to let go. He decides to hold onto them.

We had photos in front of the lectern stand, then in front of the car, then photos with the staff of the lido assembled behind me, then with Mr Gustavson, Alexandra and mom. Then everyone is standing in front of the car, and we're all having lots of photos taken. I'm getting bombarded with questions from anyone and everyone, with Alexandra neatly deflecting them back to how grateful I am and how honoured Whiteleaf Insurance are to sponsor me.

The following day I arrived at the outdoor pool in time to watch Chrissy and Helen lift the shutter to the cafe by the entrance to the Lido. I watched them both push on tip toes and reveal two perfectly formed butts from under their regulation tees.

I have a love/hate relationship with the moments before a swim. Part of me despises the cold prior to getting into the pool, and the other part of me loves it when I'm immersed in water. I was pondering the ambient air temperature when Chrissy gave me a nervous grin.

"You were amazing yesterday." I get doe-eyes and a lip-gloss smile.

"Erm, I think Helen was making you a coffee?"

She giggled and turned back to the cafe which told me all I needed to know.

I entered the private changing room the pool management had allocated to me and found it empty. As I pondered what to do, Helen knocked on the door and came half-way in. She was wearing a pool-side tee over her swimwear, which today consisted of a pair of boy shorts and swim top. The pool tried to make sure all staff looked respectable, but it was hard to hide Helen's curves and with a tug of her boy shorts and a pull of her bra top she turned utilitarian into sexy. A knot in the tee-shirt and she'd got curves, cleavage and to finish the look, the chill of the early morning air gave Helen hard, erect nipples.

"Erm, hullo Andy." I got the same nervous grin Chrissy gave me. "Would you like, umm, a coffee?"

I gave her a look up and down before I could catch myself, then offered a cheeky smile.

"Do you make the same coffee as Chrissy makes?"

She giggled again, and looked down. I needed to take control of the situation before Helen took control of it for me, and made an unwarranted discovery. While I had a strong urge to have sex, I needed to make sure Helen didn't see my horribly disfigured cock. After fucking Chrissy I realised that it was possible, just incredibly risky.

I unzipped my hoodie and hooked it above the wooden changing seat. Helen's mouth dropped open. I pulled off my singlet, then kicked off my cycling shoes and socks. By the time I'd tidied them up, the door was closed and Helen seemed to need to hold onto it. Her eyes went wide.

After years of suppressing my libido, I felt I'd found a way to release some of the frustration. I just needed to be careful...

Outside Chrissy finished setting up the till and writing up the day's roster. She then needed to prepare the pool, which involved taking a water sample and recording the result, setting up the lane ropes, putting noodles by the free swim lanes and hanging the lifesaver rings onto their respective poles.

As she wandered around sorting out the 50 meter pool, she heard Helen let out a long groan, followed by a muffled slapping. Next she decided to check the lockers, near the changing rooms.

She could now clearly hear Helen getting pounded. She was making loud, guttural noises, interspersed with "Oh god, fuck, oh shit, that's, oh wow..."

Chrissy cast a quick eye over the empty reception area and quietly hurried to the door of the private changing room allocated to Andy. She could hear him railing Helen hard and loud. She remembered how he'd done that to her yesterday and felt herself go involuntarily wet. After a moment, she quietly returned to the poolside to check if anyone had arrived. Still too early for the regulars.

She crept back, and held her hand on the door. Helen had already enjoyed at least two orgasms and was about to scream another. She could hear Andy grunting and their bare bodies slapping into each other. She couldn't resist, and opened the door.

She couldn't see Helen, but got an amazing view of the back of Andy. His back was soaked with sweat, running as rivulets down his rippling, muscled back to his firm, strong butt. A haze of spray surrounded him, like a halo, as he flexed his back and hips. Helen focused on his two dimples above his ass-crack. He was so hot that his whole body shone from exertion, but despite how physical he was with Helen, he wasn't showing any signs of fatigue or tiredness; he was utterly relentless and utterly focused.

Helen seemed like a plaything to him; she realised he was pounding her with a ferocity that had been done to her and those thoughts made her wet. He was magnificent to watch. However, he was approaching his orgasm, and she didn't want to loiter any longer than she needed to in case one or both of them realised they had an audience.

Helen screamed out another orgasm as the door quietly closed. She had no idea that Chrissy had been watching. It felt like her insides had been sexually ruined, but in a good way. It was hard to describe the intensity; she wasn't sure if she wholly liked it, but recognised this was a new and unique experience. Andy was the rollercoaster ride you couldn't get off and then couldn't stop thinking about for days after. There was the feeling that he became a part of her; physically connected. No, more than that. He seemed somehow 'joined' inside her; he was locked to her like a shackle.

Helen had another blindingly intense orgasm before Andy roared, and unloaded his cum deep into Helen. By now Chrissy was back at the reception desk, worrying that customers would start arriving soon and hear Andy fucking Helen. She pushed the chair closer, and reached between her thighs to finger herself. She didn't need to imagine what Andy would have looked like fucking her; she'd seen what he'd done to Helen, and so thought of those firm, hard abs and muscular butt hammering into her. She rubbed her clit which instantly rewarded her with an intense orgasm. As the post-orgasm tingles ebbed away she realised that she immediately wanted to do it again but she'd have to be careful. People turned up early to swim. They both agreed on the need for secrecy. Both vowed to be cautious. Andy will get a free coffee tomorrow. It would be her turn.

In fact Helen found herself waiting until next week. Sometimes Andy would be at the pool at dawn, and other times he'd not turn up for days. Both of them got increasingly frustrated with his lack of 'consistency'. However, on Tuesday morning Helen got to make the coffee. On Wednesday, it was Chrissy's turn. Neither of them saw Andy until the following Monday, but both of them realised that they'd need to sit at reception for the rest of the morning after making Andy his morning 'coffee'.

They both loved that Andy would 'take control'. Neither of them needed to do too much in the way of conversation, or seduction. Andy would strip them, fuck them and wash them. It was either standing up so they could enjoy his strong muscles, or they'd be taken roughly from behind. Their idle conversations at work were about being used by him. They let him have his way with them. He could 'do' them however he chose. They both wished for his changing room to have a massage table, or a small bed. Perhaps they would get missionary for a change? There was no foreplay, but both girls had intense, multiple orgasms when Andy fucked them at dawn in the private locker room of the lido. It was strange. Neither of them had to suck his cock, and Andy wouldn't go down on them. After many conversations they realised that a massage table wouldn't fit without removing something, and neither of them had time for extending their play time with Andy beyond any reasonable risk (also, any longer than twenty minutes and they'd not be able to walk back to reception).

Andy's training routine varied in activity but not intensity. Aside from fucking either Helen or Chrissy before a swim session, all Andy did was train. Helen and Chrissy were a welcome distraction from home, which was getting increasingly hostile. His Dad barked at him, and his Mom shouted back at his Dad. Andy felt himself caught in the middle. Trapped at home, he made sure that by the time he returned from training, he was exhausted and ready to sleep. He trained, ate, slept and occasionally fucked his way to the next competition.

Because of Andy's previous race win, he'd be starting with the elite athletes. This meant he was the first group out, starting on Saturday at 7am. The race briefing would start at 6am and prior to that he'd need his two transition points from swim to cycle, and cycle to run prepped and ready. Andy calculated that he'd need to leave home at midnight to drive to the race and be ready for the start. It already sounded exhausting. It seemed like he wasn't the only person who'd considered this, as his phone rang the week before the race. It was Whiteleaf Insurance.

"Andrew." That unmistakable and matter-of-fact voice of Alexandra. "This is Alexandra. We would like to inquire as to your race preparations? Yes? Yes."

"Umm, yeah I'm ready. Winding back the training a little this week." Was all that Andy could think of.

"Yes? And race day? We have arranged accommodation for your race. You arrive on Wednesday. Twin room in The Carlton on Main Street. We wondered if your mother may support you? You will have time to familiarise yourself with the course, yes? We have also arranged a sponsor dinner. Attendance is mandatory, yes? Yes."

"Sh-sure." Spluttered Andy. Now he cursed himself for not mentioning this sooner. It seemed Alexandra had thought of everything.

The motel details arrived later that day in an email for Andrew and Heather O'Reilly. It included a reservation for a restaurant on Thursday evening in the town. Everything had been paid for by Whiteleaf Insurance. Andy got an empty feeling in the pit of his stomach. This wasn't just acting out an act of revenge from his abusers and tormentors, channelled through an Iron Man event; this was now very real. People cared about him and were invested in his success.

Andy was looking forward to driving his mom in his sponsored truck to the race. However, it quickly became apparent that mom wasn't herself, and the journey was sombre. They barely spoke to each other on the way, and Andy assumed it was something he'd done wrong. As they approached the town where the race was held, people recognised his truck and they got some waves. Mom seemed to appreciate this too, and both of them waved back.

"I'm really pleased to be here with you." But Heather sounded strained saying those words.

Andy hummed. He was trying not to kerb the wheels while they made a left turn.

"It's good to get away." She paused. "And spend some time with my son."

Andy caught a glance. She was smiling but that was all the emotion on display. Andy realised he needed to reassure her. A red light gave him the moment.

"Mom, I'm really pleased you're here with me."

Andy smiled. He rarely did, and often those smiles had been staged lately. This time it was warm and generous; filled with love.

"Oh my son." Heather Reilly sighed. "Where have you gone? Have I been so terrible to you?"

She paused. It wasn't so much distance as dissociation. Perhaps this event was how they could reconnect.

"You came back from the Olympics and you'd changed. People said some terrible things about you, and I just want you to know that people can be so hurtful."

She looked genuinely sad. Andy felt guilty. He wanted to confide in his mom, but after so many years the distance had become so vast that they both felt alone and isolated. They'd once been close and he adored his mom, but his disfigurement had changed him. They had lost the language they used to connect. It was his mom who encouraged him to enjoy his sports, and he remembered she'd also been something of an athlete in her youth, with success as a gymnast. He recalled that she continued to do something at the women's gym in town, but because he was selfish and self-absorbed he hadn't thought to ask what it was.