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Subject: American Horror Porn 8 DISCLAIMER: This story is completely fictional and aimed only at entertainment purposes. Any similarities to real life people or characters is coincidental. If you have trouble seperating real life from fantasy or you are offended by such themes, stop reading now. To the readers, Please email me at if you enjoyed the story or have any questions or want to see morphs perhaps. Don’t forget to donate to to keep this site of erotic fiction fty/donate.html AMERICAN HORROR PORN by Nick Pecman Chapter 8: Authority Wyatt was locked up in the Groves residence, expanding his knowledge of witchcraft as much as he possibly could. He had no idea how much longer he’d have before someone found him in his new hideout. As the day came to an end and Michael returned with Justin, Wyatt heard their car and was dying of curiosity to know if Juan had managed to heal his brother. But he knew he couldn’t just risk it by going there. So he tried out this new spell he had just found, about contacting a friendly presence no matter the distance. He sat on the floor and after lighting the candles and formulating all the appropriate ingridients he concentrated on contacting Juan. “Juan Vasquez…” he whispered. At first he could hear nothing. But after a few moments of silence, he felt a distant screaming of pain coming towards his ears. “Wyaaaaaaaaaaaatt” Juan screamed from afar. “Juan?” Wyatt whispered concerned. “Wyatt, I failed…” Juan said in agonizing pain, “I’ve been claimed by the dark” “No…” Wyatt said desperately. “I’m sorry, I was weak…” Juan whimpered. “It’s not your fault, Juan, I shouldn’t have gotten you into this…” Wyatt nearly cried. “No, you were right to consult with me…” Juan’s voice got interrupted by a thrusting sound and he screamed, “aaaahhhh… I just wasn’t strong enough for it…” Wyatt’s eyes teared up. “Wyatt… I don’t have much time… I need you to know…” Juan screamed again in pain between his phrases. “Yes..?” Wyatt asked in suspense. “If he claims you, the deal will be final” Juan managed to utter, “but if he doesn’t claim you…” Juan didn’t manage to finish he sentence, as pain overcame him. “Juan…” Wyatt cried. Silence. Wyatt took a few deep breaths and broke the spell. He threw himself on the ground, on his back and tried to grasp the gravity of his situation. He wasn’t even entirely sure how far implicated he had been in the cops’ murders. In the meantime Detective Kincaid was already gathering as much information as possible about him. No one knew where he was so he started interrogating anyone who had come to contact with the Myer family the past days. Dr. Gordon, Dr. Holmes and Dr. Wheeler were a start. But all they seem to do were turn the conversation to Justin Myer. And Kincaid was totally fine with that. The subject of Justin Myer interested him more than he could admit. Then he interviewed Coach Carl, who was very upset over Justin’s absentism at the gym, as were all of the gym members as he could assure. Then Lance and Jennifer who were pushing the subject towards Wyatt’s guiltiness and overall weird and dark behaviour, but Kincaid now only wanted to talk about Justin, much to Jennifer’s annoyance. And finally Kincaid interrogated Mr. Dallas, the former boss of the company and an old friend of his too. He found him wasted on alcohol in a cheap motel. Dallas’ life had been a wreck ever since he lost his job for having sex with Alex the intern. His wife had left him, his money was dropping and his friends were all money-driven bastards who had no interest in him anymore. Kincaid mostly felt sorry for him and decided to drag him in as a leg up. He sat in his cheap motel and gave him a coffee he had brought him. “What if I told you, you could get your job back?” Kincaid told him. Dallas chuckled. “That’s not possible, officer…” he said with barely any energy. “Oh it is… we just need to sober you up, and get rid of the current boss” Kincaid said. Dallas stared at him. “Off the record: his son Wyatt is the prime suspect of four officers’ murder. And Michael Myer is hiding him” Kincaid said. That really drew Dallas’ attention. “That’s enough dirt to get him thrown out of that company” Kincaid continued, “as for the slut you banged… if she gets involved in a couple more harassment stories, everyone will come to realize she’s the one causing it” “And how will that happen?” Dallas chuckled, losing hope again. “Let’s just say I did some background check on her… and then altered a few things” Kincaid smirked. “You son of a bitch” Dallas said, his face cheering up for the first time. In the meantime, Michael had returned home with Justin who was just coming back to his senses. Not remembering much. “Dad?” he asked, as he laid on the living room couch naked. Michael was by the front door hanging his jacket and taking off his shoes. “You’re awake…” Michael said with a smile. “Yeah…” Justin looked around. His dumbing down seemed to have subsided a bit. “Why am I naked?” he asked, not complaining, but just curious. Michael approached him. “Cause you’re a fucking slut” he said calmly. Justin looked up at him. Michael grabbed his crotch and stoob in front of him. “Look at this, you made me horny again” he said strictly. He took out his massive cock from the hole in his jeans. Justin stared at it and exchanged his glance from the dick to his father’s eyes. “Suck daddy’s dick” Michael whispered. Justin slowly took it in his mouth and looked up at his father. “Yeah, that’s right, look at me” Justin started bopping his head up and down the shaft of his father’s cock. “You have to know one thing Justin: I made you, and I can use you however I want” Michael said calmly. Justin grunted affirmatively while sucking dick. “And this is the tool that produced the seed that created you” Michael continued, “so you need to worship it forever” Justin let out a muffed moan as his father spoke. “Let me demonstrate…” Michael said, “…just how obliged you are to this” Michael undid his pants belt and then extended it around Justin’s neck. Then he tied it again, tight around Justin’s neck and his waist, keeping Justin’s mouth locked on this cock deep. Justin panicked and tried protesting but was gagged. He gave a few slaps to Michael’s thighs trying to break loose, but he was choking too and couldn’t move much. “You are to stay there” Michael ordered and tossed his head back with a moan. Justin was now an extension of his father’s cock, in the literal sense. “I’m just gonna sit here and watch some tv now..” Michael said and sat on the couch next to Justin, forcing the young man to bend in an uncomfortable position to follow his crotch with his head. Michael sat down comfortably with Justin bend over sideways on the couch and locked down on his cock with the belt around his head. He turned on the tv as Justin gagged and moved around trying to adjust. “Let’s see what’s on…” Michael whispered casually, spreading his legs on the couch. Justin slid down on the floor between his father’s legs and stayed there which was somewhat more comfortable for him. “Yes…” Michael moaned as he switched channels, “fuck yes!” Upstairs, David was having once again a raging hardon and was humping his pillows to take care of it. “David…” a whisper was heard. David slowed down his humping to hear better. “David” the voice whispered again, more clearly this time. David got up from his bed, and stood naked in the middle of his room, his cock still throbbing. “Hello?” he whispered back. “Over here” the voice said, coming from the side of his room that had a large mirror hanging from the wall. David looked at his reflection and walked a little closer to the mirror. His reflection got bigger and clearer as he approached it. And then he noticed that he had kind of sneaky look on his face, unlike what he was feeling. As if the reflection wasn’t exactly following his real-life self. “Come closer” the voice said again, coming from David’s reflection. David freaked out but remained still. He couldn’t believe that he just saw himself speak through the mirror, without actually speaking himself. But he was too horny to care much. “David, come” the reflection insisted. David walked a little more, and a little more, till his cock nearly touched the glass. He stood there, the reflection mimicing his position but still not his face or voice. “That’s it, touch me” the reflection said. David leaned forward and his cocktip touched itself in the looking glass. Then with a sudden move, the reflection extended his hand out of the mirror and grabbed David’s cock. “Shit…” David exhaled. “Shh… it’s okay” the reflection said. He slowly started jerking off David’s cock. David closed his eyes and moaned, instantly remembering his raging hormonal horniness. The reflection slowly lowered himself on his knees, still jerking off David. He kept smirking at him too as he was getting more and more through the looking glass. “F-fuck…” David exhaled. He opened his eyes and escort bayan saw himself smirking at him from below. Then he opened his mouth and started sucking on his cock. “Ooooh, holy fucking shit…” David moaned as he was getting blown by his own self. He slowly began to thrust his hips, fucking the reflection’s mouth. His moans started intensifying as he did. “Fuck, fuck… shit I’m mouthfucking me.. I’m fucking my own mouth.. fuuuck” David moaned enjoying the perversion of the situation. The reflection stopped sucking and jerked David’s cock a little more. “Wanna take it further?” the reflection asked. David nodded rapidly. Then the reflection got up and turned around. He leaned forward, pushing his ass out of the glass, while keeping the rest of him on the other side. Only his tight ass was sticking out to David’s room. “Shit…” David said and without losing a beat he humped his own ass. He stuck his cock deep in, with a few slow thrusts and then started thrusting incontrollably. “Ahhh, fuck yes” the reflection moaned from the other side. “oooh fuck” “Oooooh, fuck” “FUUUUCK” both Davids yelled homophonously. David then realized he was feeling the dick in his ass. He could feel both his dick entering his asshole and his asshole receiving his dick. “Oh my god…” he moaned and began thrusting harder, enjoying deeply both feelings. The top and the bottom part of him. Both syncing. “OH MY GOD” both yelled. Then David started spasming and shot his load all up his ass. Rope by rope. With each shot David felt less and less his cock and was now mostly beginning to feel his asshole having a dick inside him. Not his dick though. Someone else’s. “What..” he muttered in deep breaths. He looked around. He was in his room. But everything was reversed. And he had no mirror in front of him. The mirror was behind him and his ass was sticking out on the other side. And David was right there, still having his cock inside of him. But that wasn’t really David. “No… no…” David pleaded in panic. He pulled himself away, getting the cock out of his asshole. The David on the other side pulled away too and smirked evilly at the David that was now trapped on the side of the reflection. David rushed to go through the glass, but he couldn’t. The mirror was once again solid. But his reflection was still different from him. He kept smirking and then walked to his bed. He took the sheet. “No, no, no…” David pleaded. The evil David took the sheet and with it he covered up the mirror. Blinding David and leaving him in the reflection world. David looked around at his reversed room. He was no longer hard. He was just panicing. And also he was slowly starting to remember who he really was and realizing he had been under the influence of something else. Something evil driving him. But it was too late. Now he was trapped outside his world. The Evil David, got dressed and went downstairs. He saw his father on the couch, having Justin tied with his belt around his cock. He smirked at his father’s perversion, but then quietly proceeded to go to the backyard. There he met up with Lance, Jennifer and Alex. “Our new subordinate” Alex introduced him to the other two. Jennifer and Lance started at him and smiled indifferently. “Your only objective will now be to find Wyatt Myer. And don’t fail me” Alex said strictly. “Won’t you help us?” Lance asked. Alex gave him a death stare. “I’ll be otherwise occupied at the office tomorrow. I have a big plan coming up for Mr. Myer” Alex said. “Hope it’s pretty big, I’m kind of getting tired of this whole drama leading nowhere” Jennifer whined. Alex laughed at her. Then he turned to David. “David, I’m counting on you. You know Wyatt better than any of us” David nodded and smiled evilly. The next morning found Michael asleep on the couch, with Justin still tied around his crotch with his belt and also asleep having an erect cock in his mouth. Michael woke him up as he needed to go to work and undid his belt. But then seeing as Justin’s door in his room was still broken and he couldn’t lock him inside, he decided to tie him up. While just was still half asleep he lead him to the kitchen and had him sit on a chair. He tied his hands behind him on the chair’s back bars using his belt. And then using some rope he tied his ankles around the chair’s front legs. “Dad, how long will you leave me here?” Justin complained. “Why? Do you have someplace you need to be? At some sextoy covention?” Michael chuckled. Justin remained frowned tied in the chair, still completely naked. “You are to stay there till I get home from work so I can keep an eye on you” Michael ordered and exited the kitchen. Justin remained still and made some whiny noises. Moments later David entered the kitchen, getting ready for school. “Hey, bro” he said casually like Justin wasn’t naked and tied up. “Dave, untie me, man…” Justin pleaded. “Can’t do, I’m running late for school” David said casually once again and grabbing some cake out of the fridge. He took a bite out of the cake piece and sat at the chair beside Justin. “Please, man, I can’t stay like this all day..” Justin whined. David shrugged. “If dad tied you, he’d have his reasons” he said chewing on the cake. The he turned and looked at Justin’s tits, hanging out. “If you don’t mind, some milk would really go with this” David said to his brother. “What? Come on, man, let me loose” Justin complained. David grabbed his tit and gave it a few squeezes. “Mmmm, seems to be full to me” he whispered. “Ah, Dave, come on…” David leaned in and took the nipple in his mouth and began sucking. “Ah, mmmhmm… Dave, just untie me please” Justin said tossing his head back. David gulped down the milk and returned to his piece, eating the rest of it. “Sorry, bro, I can’t” He got up and gave Justin a couple light smacks on his tits. “See you later” he said exiting the kitchen too. Justin scoffed and sat still again. Once Michael and David had left the house to each attend their own business, a car that was parked outside of the house, opened its door. Detective Kincaid came out and got his smartphone out to make a call. The other door of the car opened too and Mr. Dallas walked out. They both stared at the Myer residence. The line Kincaid was trying to reach picked up. “All clear, we can proceed” he said to the phoneline and hang up. Soon a car appeared by the end of the lane and drove next to Kincaid and Dallas. The window lowered and the driver turned out to be Coach Carl. “So what’s the plan here, Kincaid?” he said stopping his car. The doors of the car opened and Dr. Gordon, Dr. Holmes and Dr. Whelmer all came out. “We have to get our hands on Justin Myer. We get Justin and he leads us to Wyatt… that’s the plan” Kincaid said strictly and with determination. Coach Carl nodded and parked his car next to Kincaid’s. Then all of the six men together went to the Myer residence’s door and broke in. “Be very careful, Wyatt Myer might be expecting us and he’s already been accused of dark extreme witchcraft” Kincaid whispered as the men all entered the house. They started splitting up to cover all the rooms. Kincaid went upstairs followed by Dallas and Dr. Gordon. Dr. Holmes and Dr. Whelmer began searching the downstairs floor, while Coach Carl entered the kitchen right away. He saw Justin tied up on the chair and his dick twitched in his pants. Justin turned and looked at him. Coach Carl motioned him to be quiet. He carefully closed the kitchen door behind him, not making any noise and walked up to Justin. “Justin, there’s a bunch of men out there all looking for you” he whispered to him, “they claim to need you as part of an investigation to find your brother, Wyatt” Justin listened carefully as Coach Carl started undoing his ties. “But I don’t believe that, cause I know what you are and I know what they want with you” Coarh Carl continued as he kneels to untie Justin’s legs. Once released, Justin got up, and flexed his limbs. “I got some clothes in my car, you can wear. I’m going to get you out of here” Coarch Carl said to him, “I mean won’t you rather come be my whore, than have six men rape you at once?” Justin looked at him in shock. “I’ll never share you with anyone if you are mine, I promise” Coach Carl said and grabbed Justin by his elbow and dragged him to the kitchen window. Justin tried to resist, but didn’t want to make noise and attract the rest of the men. “Get out from the window, I’ll go out and pretend I found nothing in the kitchen. Then I’ll come find you by my car” Coach Carl instructed and quietly opened the window. Justin had a hard time to fit his huge body through the window, but managed. He jumped to his lawn naked and proceeded to walk around the neighbourhood, as such, covering his junk with his bare hands. Coach Carl wasted a few seconds to stare at the muscle hunk’s ass as he walked away, but then quickly resumed to his plan. Justin stood by his car, completely naked and waited. Soon a car drove by, slowing down as the driver wanted kocaeli escort bayan to sink in the sight of the nude Justin. He stopped his car and lowered his window. “Hey, man is everything ok?” the driver said. He was a man not over thirty that Justin had seen a few times driving by. Must have live near. “Yeah, I just forgot my keys…” Justin said awkwardly. “Well, do you want me to drive you to my place? Maybe get you some clothes…” the guy said. Justin shook his head negatively. “No, I’m fine…” “You really shouldn’t stay out here naked, someone will get the wrong idea” the driver insisted. “The wrong idea?” Justin asked. “Yeah, you know, it’s rather provocative. You should just get in the car” the guy said impatiently. Justin looked at his house and saw Coach Carl exiting the house. “No, man it’s fine, thank you” Justin refused politely. “Get in my fucking car” the driver yelled. The loud voice attracted Kincaid’s attention from upstairs. He walked to the nearest window and looked down. He saw the nude Justin and Coach Carl getting him to enter his car, while driving away the random passing driver. “He’s coming with me, get the fuck out of here” Coach Carl yelled. The driver was furious, but felt defeated and drove off. “Son of a bitch…” Kincaid said to himself. Then he rushed to head downstairs again, followed by Dallas and Gordon. Coach Carl got Justin in the backseat and then drove off fast. Moments later, Kincaid, Dallas and the doctors exited the Myer residence and rushed to Kincaid’s car. They all got in and started driving behind Carl’s car. “Justin, get some clothes from my trunk and put them on. I don’t want you attracting anymore stares” Coach Carl instructed as he drove superspeed. Justin obliged. He found a V-neck t-shirt which he stretched around his massive torso, and had it hug his body like a second skin, with his cleavage showing. Then he grabbed a pair of leggings which he put on without underwear. They slid tight between his asscheeks, caressing his hole and shaping his dick and balls in the front. He also put on a pair of socks and trainer shoes. The fabrics covering his body, left nothing to the imagination, but at least could excuse him walking around in public. The wild car chase continued till the centre of the city, where traffic got too intense and didn’t allow Coach Carl to escape or Kincaid get too close. “We’ve got to shake them” Coach Carl said and made a turn into a small alley. He stopped there and him and Justin got out and started walking fasts, to the nearest Subway Station. Justin’s pecs bounced around like crazy with his rapid walk, causing everyone around to stare. Kincaid saw this and after cursing he told the doctors and Dallas to exit and follow them as he parked his car somewhere. The four men did so, and Coach Carl noticed from afar. He rushed with Justin down the Subway and rush to catch the train that was about to leave. Dr. Whelmer being the youngest was the only one who managed to get in the train before the doors shut. The remaining three left behind and cursing as the train left. Justin and Coach carl sat down in a pair of seats, that had another another old man, sitting on Justin’s other side. Soon Dr. Whelmer found them and stood beside Coach Carl, catching his breath. “What the fuck, man? What is your deal?” he quietly asked him. Coach Carl scoffed. “I’m claiming him” he replied quietly. Now it was Dr. Whelmer’s turn to scoff. “You can’t claim him” he argued. The men forgot about Justin and didn’t notice that the old man sitting next to him was magnetized by his massive pectits, covered by the tight fabric. Justin was also observing their conversation, that he didn’t realize either. Until the old man put his hand onto Justin’s pectit and started fondling it. Justin turned and stared at the old man, who was staring him back, like a hungry dog staring at a piece of meat. “Um… sir, what are you doing?” Justin asked quietly. The old man kept on fondling him like nothing was happening. Coach Carl and Dr. Whelmer turned to see and got hard immediately at the sight, forgetting their quarrel. “Sir, please stop that” Justin whispered. Then Coach Carl placed his hands on the other pectit too and began fondling along with the old man. “Coach, what…” Justin turned to him surprised. He observed as both his tits were being groped in public, above his tight shirt. He looked around helplessly trying to find someone to reason with. But by doing so, all he could see were hungry and confused stares, by men and women who were all either turned on by him or repulsed and had no intention of siding with him on this. “Fuck…” Dr. Whelmer said and also placed his hand on Justin’s chest, going for the V-neck and pulling it down. “No, stop…” Justin grunted quietly. The old man and Carl also began pulling on the V-neck each to his side, stretching it apart, and uncovering the large breast-like pecs. “Ugh… what are you doing?” Justin moaned. More and more people from around started to take notice and staring. A guy got slapped by his girlfriend for staring. He seemed to be in shock. But he kept on staring causing her to get up and leave him. Justin’s shirt got overstretched and his tits both popped out through the V-neck. The men now kept on squeezing while pinching his nipples every now and then. “Oh.. ahh.. please, no..” Justin cried. Then a new hand appeared from the seats behind Justin and joined the groping action. Some horny man from behind couldn’t resist anymore. The guy who got dumped by his girlfriend just then, got up and approached Justin’s seat and also tried to fit his hands in there. “No… no…” Justin cried. The hands were groping, pinching, pulling and the men were all beginning to moan. Justin’s clothes were getting pulled apart. His shirt was no longer on him, as it had been torn apart and tossed. His leggings were pulled down exposing his cock and ass, and holes had tore on the fabrics from the constant stretching. “Stop, please… what are you doing to me?” Justin yelled. He was drowning in the midst of men going wild, having his hands and now mouths all over him. The subway train had turned into a whorehouse. His tits were getting squeezed hard and spraying milk out his nipples. His legs had been spread and his ass was groped and fingered. Men were licking him all over with their mouths opened wide, hungry and entranced. Some were suctioning their lips on his nipples when they got a chance to drink some of his milk. The young guy dumped by his girlfriend had kneeled between Justin’s legs and was now blowing him. Sucking dick for the first time and loving it. “Ahhhh, aaaaahhhh, noooo” Justin moaned again. But his voice got overran by the men starting to express their thoughts. “Fuck he’s such a fucking tease” “He’s got whoretits” “Check out his massive ass” “Damn that boy is turning me” “He deserves a good dicking” “What the fuck is going on here?” a loud manly voice echoed the place. Everyone stopped to their tracks and without moving turned to see a large, black man standing at the wagon entrance. He was a ticket collector. “What on earth are you doing?” he said approaching the wild orgy. Everyone turned to look at Justin and then back to the ticket collector. “It’s him, sir. He started it” Coach Carl said pointing at Justin next to him. “No. NO! I didn’t do anything, I was just riding the train and suddenly all of them came up to me” Justin pleaded, looking deep into the black man’s eyes. The man of authority walked closer. “You were riding this train?” he asked. “Yes, sir” Justin replied. “Then would you mind showing me your ticket, please” the man asked sneakily. All the other men, realized he was now one of them. “He doesn’t have a ticket, sir” Coach Carl said. “I see…” the collector said. He walked closer, standing right in front of the currently molested Justin. “So you don’t have a ticket and you’re riding my train?” he asked threatfully. “No, sir… but..” “And you got the nerve to speak against all these people who are lawful citizens” the man yelled. Justin whimpered. The collector undid his pants and took out his massive black cock, which was half erect. “Clearly you don’t know when to shut up” he said. “Yeaah, now you gonna learn when to shut the fuck up” Coach Carl said grabbing Justin by the hair. “Yeah suck that cock” “You gotta pay for not having a ticket” “Suck that black monster” “Pay up to the man” “SUCK IT” The men around were going wild. “No, no, please.. I didn’t mean t—mgglllmmmmmm” Justin’s words were interrupted by the large cock penetrating his mouth. The hands and mouths kept on molesting the young man, the guy between his legs kept on sucking his cock and now Coach Carl took out his dick too and slithered beneath Justin’s asscheeks. He shoved his dick in and began humping him from below, fucking him, while JUstin’s head was locked around the donkey black cock. “You need to be taught a fucking lesson, for riding my train with no fucking ticket, kocaeli escort bitch” the collector kept on saying, thrusting his huge tool deep in Justin’s throat. The old man and Dr. Whelmer were now sucking hungrily on Justin’s nipples, drinking his milk. Other men were groping, caressing and licking him any way they could. Some were pushing his head down on the black cock. A couple of strangers had taken their cocks out and had Justin jerk them off with his unoccupied hands. “MMMGMGLLLMMMGHHHLLLMMM” Justin was trying to moan the entire time. Soon more and more men had taken out their cocks and were jerking them or humping Justin any way they could. Loud and deep male moaning was echoing all around the wagon, as the subway train kept on moving, from station to station. Anyone who entered the wagon either exited right away, seeing the orgy that going on, or remained till the doors closed behind them and then joined in the sexual act. The men who couldn’t reach Justin, had started having sex among themselves, others wanting to be treated like subs and others wanting to shove their cocks in a mouth or ass. Everyone giving in to whatever their deepest, most supressed desire was. Meanwhile Justin’s throat was completely filled by the black monster cock, but his ass had room for more and Dr. Whelmer had Coach Carl adjust accordingly in his seat so that he could sit next to him and slide his hard cock inside Justin’s asshole too. Justin’s ass was getting stretched aparted and his balloon asscheeks spread wide along with his legs to the sides of his waist. Thanks to Justin’s remarkable physique he was able to do splits and remain in spreadeagle as he was getting double penetrated. He still kept on jerking as many cocks as possible with his hands, the men constantly moving his arms to get him to jerk their own dick. Justin’s eyes rolled back in his head as his was going ecstatic. He realized he was in no control at all and let go completely for the first time. And just then he knew that he was exactly where he wanted to be. In public. Getting used for sexual pleasure. “Fuck I’m gonna cum” Soon this phrase and others like so, were coming out of everyone’s mouth. The ticket collector shot his load deep inside Justin’s guts. Coach Carl and Dr. Whelmer loaded up his ass. And the rest around him, starting shooting their jizz up in the air, with Justin as their centric target. Cumshots started landing all over him, coating him in thick white cream. Load after load. Dozens of men. And loud orgasmic moaning everywhere. Justin was soon covered up entirely in cum and as he himself shot up his load inside the guy’s virgin mouth, everyone slowly started stepping away and putting on their clothes back. Justin was left alone in a puddle of cum on the train floor and himself covered up and dripping from the wildest bukkake ever. “Holy fucking shit” Coach Carl exhaled as he zipped his pants again and checking out the wasted hunk on the floor. But Dr. Whelmer was faster. He already had gotten up, grabbed Justin from below his armpits and lead him to the doors, which were about to open. “Hey hold up!” Coach Carl yelled at him and got up too. Dr. Whelmer and the nearly standing Justin walked out the subway as the former was already dialing on his cellphone. “Hold the fuck up” Coach Carl yelled barely having time to exit the train before the door shut. “I’m sending you our location” Dr. Whelmer said to his phone. Coach Carl caught up. He grabbed onto Justin and forced Dr. Whelmer to stop walking. “Let us go” Dr. Whelmer said. Then the two realized they had become the center of attention. Not a surprise as they had a naked adonis covered in cum with them. As they stared awkwardly to the crowd that had gathered around, time seemed to lose its value. Everyone remained still, not aware of how long it had passed. Until Kincaid’s voice broke the silence. “This is a police event, everyone resume their business” he said raising his badge in the air. Soon everyone broke away and Kincaid along with Dr. Gordon and Dr. Holmes approached the three men. “Let’s get out of here right now” Kincaid ordered and all of them started walking towards the exit. Outside as they were approaching Kincaid’s car, parked in an alley, Coach Carl was excusing his behaviour the entire way. “… I was… I just got carried away you know… he’s just so hot… I wasn’t thinking straight… I know him for so much longer than you do… it only seemed fair to me… but it was stupid… I was… I admit it… I was stupid…” The doctors put Justin in the backseat and waited for Coach Carl to end his deranged monologue. “…I only want to fuck him… that’s all I want… for ever… I promise… I… I… I’ll never try to cross you…” Coach Carl kept on saying. Kincaid pulled out his gun and shot at him multiple times. Coach Carl fell down near two large garbage cans. “Throw him in there” Kincaid ordered Gordon and Whelmer who were standing by. The two doctors wasted no time and grabbed Carl’s body and tossed it inside the can. Then the four men and Justin entered the police car and left the scene. Meanwhile, Lance, Jennifer and David were walking around the city visiting all the places Wyatt could supposedly be hiding. “Man, it’s been 5 friggin hours… I need a break” Lance whined. “You fucking pathetic waste-of-air fuck” Jennifer yelled, “I’m so fucking sick of your fucking whining” “What do you want me to do? Be happy about this?” Lance complained. “I want you to take a gun and shoot yourself in the face” Jennifer yelled. Lance scoffed. “You’re both so sad…” David stated. Jennifer glared at him. “What’s sad about me, bitch?” she taunted. “Your need for praise” David clapped back. Jennifer got silenced and started walking faster. Then she stopped and turned around to look at both of them. “Ok, fine, let’s go to my place for a break… we can eat and have some coffee and then continue. Sound fun?” she suggested angrily. David and Lance nodded. A few minutes later, the trio was entering Jennifer’s apartment downtown. The moment they closed the door and went from the hallway to the living room… they saw Wyatt! Standing there and looking around. “Holy shit!” Jennifer screamed more surprised than ever. “It’s him” Lance exhaled. “GET HIM” David yelled. Jennifer ran towards him. And then… Wyatt disappeared in a pile of smokes, causing Jennifer to crash down on her glass coffee table. The table shuttered and she found herself to the carpet underneath, hurting herself badly. She started screaming. David and Lance looked at her appalled by what she just suffered. “HOW DOES HE KEEP DOING THAT?” Jennifer screamed in massive fury, turning to look at them. Wyatt returned to the Groves residence, having performed another successful spell. His heart was racing and his head was spinning, but he was hopeful. Michael was at work all this time of course, and he was having troubles of his own. Mrs. Lawson was constantly coming to his office requesting some documents he had never heard of before. This had been going on for hours and Michael had a raging headache. Until Alex came in his office with a small briefcase. “Mr. Myer…” he said entering the office. “What do you want?” Michael asked out of energy and rubbing his head. “I found the papers, Mrs. Lawson has requested” Alex said approaching Michael’s desk. Michael exhaled in relief. “Oh thank god…” Michael whispered. “Don’t thank him yet” Alex said more sarcastically than Michael perceived. Alex opened the briefcase and pulled out some papers, tossing them on the desk in front of Michael. “All these documents have been signed by you, Mr. Myer” Alex said innocently. Michael of course, having never done such thing was even more confused going through the papers. “You signed off parts of the company that do not belong to you” Alex kept on going like he was only trying to help. “This… these aren’t… I never signed these” Michael said. “From the looks of it, you did. You sold away the Anderson shares, our CEO” Alex said. “As I suspected” Mrs. Lawson said entering the room. She stood in the front door. And beside her walked… Mr. Dallas. “Perhaps I was too fast at judging Dallas” Mrs. Lawson continued, “he may have been unable to keep his dick in his pants, but he never commit such fraud” Dallas chuckled next to her and stared at Alex. The slutty female version of her. Alex stepped back shocked and stood beside Michael. “Not to mention from what he’s been telling me, your son is involved in a murder case?” Mrs. Lawson said with surprise and disgust. Michael readjusted himself in his seat, trying not to sweat. “This is a matter far beyond my power, Myer” Mrs. Lawson continued “Tomorrow you’ll have a meeting with Mr. Anderson and his lawyers” Michael had a hard time gulping. He still couldn’t believe any of this and just remained frozen like a child getting preached. “In the meantime, I’m rehiring Mr.Dallas in his old position and degrading you back to your old one as well, along with this… petty slut of an intern” Mrs. Lawson said staring with disgust at Alex. Alex repaid the stare. Then Mrs. Lawson exited the office. Dallas stood there and smiled with satisfaction at the two of them. “Get the hell out of my office” he said cockily. To be continued…