The Last Resort 8
by AKA
Everything went black.
Everything went black.
Everything went black.
“He’l be all right. Just give him a moment.”
Everything went black.
“He really is quite good. I thought he’d understand.”
Everything went
“See there? Things are working themselves out.”
Everything
“Open your eyes, please.”
Every
“Just open your eyes. Everything will be all right.”
I opened my eyes.
I was in a car. I was in a jet. I was in the residence. I was on the beach.
“He’ll settle down in a moment.”
Tuo was naked. I was taking a drink from Pulchro’s hand. The captain’s cock was in my mouth, plumping and pushing.
“Always a bit of an adjustment.”
Fortis and Tuo bent over. A hand on my prick, jerking me off, rubbing against the King of Cocks. Sipping scotch in a dove grey car. The sound of birds. The taste of cum.
“Sir?”
“Tuo?”
“Yes, sir.”
Tuo’s handsome face. His steady blue-green gaze. His soft, perfect lips. His carefully combed golden locks. His mouth moved. “You’re all right, sir. Everything is all right.”
He was bending over me. He was naked. There was light behind him. Light everywhere. “Give him a suggestion. He’s lost his way.” The host’s voice. I could hear him, but not see him.
“We’re back in your residence, sir. On the cliff overlooking the sea. You’re in the living area.”
“A bit more, I think. He’s almost there.”
“It’s night now, sir. The air is still warm. It smells of cinnamon and vanilla and the ocean. You can hear the waves, sir. Can you hear them?”
Things seemed to coalesce all at once. Color leached into my eyes. The light faded to shadows. I was on the couch, by the window. Tuo stood over me, looking concerned but stoic. He was holding a glass in his hand. “Is that scotch?”
He smiled. “Yes, sir. You looked like you needed a drink.”
He was in his resort clothing. It was stretched tightly against his muscles. It looked too small on him, now, as if he had changed into a smaller size. His cock pressed insistently against his cotton pants, and every detail was obvious and overt. “What happened?”
“My fault, I’m afraid,” another man said. The host was sitting in the Eames lounger, his long legs crossed at the ankle on the matching ottoman. “Love what you’ve done with the place, by the way. You’d be surprised at what I’ve seen of it. Simply the most appalling...but no need to offer any suggestions, is there?” He smiled, and I tried to etch his face into my memory again, but the shadows shifted, and his handsome features did too.
“Who are you?”
“Your host, as you keep saying.”
“I haven’t said anything.”
He tapped his forehead. “Internal monologue. You haven’t given me a name, yet. But I enjoy being your host. It simplifies things, in a way.”
“What things?”
“Ah, now we come to it at last, don’t we?”
“Come to what?”
“Surely you’ve suspected by now. I’m sure the others have.”
“Others? What others?”
“Never mind that, for now. Let’s concentrate on you. Are you feeling better? Back on an even keel, so to speak?”
“You look different,” I observed, because he did.
He looked at his hands again, and ran his fingers along his squared jaw and over his massive chest. “Yes, I’d noticed that. Curious thing, but I think I rather enjoy it. And it speaks well of you, of course. That your tastes are a bit...eclectic.” He looked at Tuo and added, “but we already observed that, didn’t we?”
“We did, sir,” Tuo agreed.
The host leaned forward towards me and said, “I thought Pulchro was particularly inspired. But you have a thing about command structure, or perhaps it’s more about roles.” I looked confused, no doubt, so he said, “Playing roles? No? Well, no matter.”
I sat up. It was, indeed, nighttime. The residence was lit with candles, and a gentle, warm breeze came in through the open windows. “You haven’t told me anything,” I said, a bit miffed.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“At The Resort.”
He nodded. “Yes, but...where are we? Rather, where is The Resort?”
“On an island?”
He nodded. “All right. Anything else?”
“I don’t understand.” Was he testing me? Had I passed out? Perhaps hit my head?
“No, you didn’t hit your head. I just don’t want things to get too...confusing for you again. I’m leading you there a bit more gently.” His head tilted. “Does this make you more comfortable?”
He was naked. His clothes were simply gone. I looked at his body, because I couldn’t help myself, and he was perfect. Gorgeous. Beautiful. I looked up, distracted by something in my peripheral vision, some movement, and Tuo was naked as well. The movement was the slow sway of the massive shank of cock hanging between his thickly muscled thighs.
I looked down.
I was naked.
My cock was hard and throbbing. My balls tingled. My skin was caressed by the warm ocean breeze. There was a hand on my neck, on my chest, fingers on my nipple. I looked up and Pulchro stood naked behind the couch. His beauty stunned me, again, as it constantly seemed to do. His olive skin looked silken in the soft light. He was smiling at me and my cock pulsed hard, drooling a runnel of honey from its mouth.
“Better?” the host asked.
I felt a bit stunned, but not dizzy. “How do you do this?”
He smiled, evidently amused. “See, that’s the interesting thing. I’m not doing this. You are.”
I shook my head. “I’m not doing….”
“You’re doing it right now.”
There was a mouth on my prick. The captain’s bald head was bobbing up and down on my erection. His mountainous shoulders bulged with muscle. His wide back was a rippled mass of dark brawn. I could see the perfect roundness of each buttock like bowls mounted on his hips. I sucked in a breath and my eyes rolled into my skull and I could feel intensely the man’s mouth and tongue as he slurped and sucked on me.
The host laughed slightly. “Such facility,” he said. “Really quite remarkable.”
“What…what’s…?”
“Happening?” the host asked, finishing my unfinished thought. “Where do fantasies come from?”
“Oh, fuck,” I said. The captain’s mouth was really quite remarkable. Pluto’s talented hands were caressing my chest, rubbing my sensitive nipples, stroking my flesh. His soft, warm lips kissed my neck. His tongue was in my ear.
“They have to come from somewhere, don’t they? Nothing just…,” he snapped his fingers, “appears, does it? Light and energy. Wind. Stars. Everything comes from something.”
The captain grabbed my cock in his stern grip and pushed my leg up to move his mouth towards my asshole, lapping at my pucker with a unique hunger.
“They come from you, and others like you.”
Pulchro kissed my lips, pushing his tongue inside my mouth. Tuo began to suck my cock as the captain rimmed my hole with his hot, wet tongue.
“Writers, artists, musicians, dancers...even movie stars and porn stars and drag queens. Fantasies are born from something, and you provide the...seeds.”
I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was growing. I watched the muscle on his perfect body begin to swell. I watched his frame expand to welcome it. I watched his chest bulge outward and his legs balloon with meat as his cock lengthened and thickened and grew larger and larger.
“Some of you end up here, with us.”
“Who...who are…?”
“Muses. That’s one name. Not your muses, of course. You hardly need us. Look what you’re capable of, all by yourself.”
I looked at him.
Muscle was blooming on him rapidly. Stronger and stronger. He bent his arm. I watched the biceps swell majestically and continue to rise. I watched his chest bulge forward, the cables multiplying, the nipples pointing further and further downward as the masses of raw power bloomed. “See, I knew you could do it.”
“I’m not…” Pulchro silenced me with a kiss.
“You are. You know you are, now. You’re doing all of it. And they’re reading about it. Here with you. In your words.”
“My words….”
“Your fantasies. They become reality, here. Your words, your descriptions, your schemes and dreams. And they are all out there reading this. Now. With you.”
“Who…?”
“Sitting at computer screens, now. So much more convenient. Just turn them on and everything floods in. All your filthy delightful musclebound sex. All your beautiful men, too perfect to be real. Swelling bigger and bigger. Pushing their cocks inside your mouth. Pumping gallons of sweet cream in endless supply. They’re sitting out there with their cocks in their hands and you’re inside their heads. Like I’m inside yours.”
This can’t be real, I thought. None of this is real.
“Of course it’s real,” he said. “It’s happening. Right now.” I could hear him inside my head, speaking with my own voice. “You’ll have memories of this, just as you have other memories. You’ll remember it all, and recall it. How is that not real? How does that make this less real than any other memory?”
It’s happening.
“Think of your dreams. Some of them are as clear and strong as your memories. Some are stronger! And we use that strength. As you do.”
It’s all happening.
“You know it now, don’t you? You can feel it. Sense it. Know it. This is real. This is all real. I am real.”
This is happening.
I came. I exploded with cream. I flooded Tuo’s hungry mouth. The captain was fucking my ass. Pulchro was kissing me. I came inside Tuo’s ass. The captain was kissing me. I felt his lips on my lips and on my cock and on my ass. I felt his hard, rough grip squeezing my cock, felt his tight, warm ass squeezing my cock. Pulchro was riding me, I was pushing myself inside him as he kissed me and stroked me and came inside my mouth.
I started to grow. I started to swell with power. I could feel myself growing. Feel my muscles expanding, pushing against my skin, my strength increasing, filled up with power.
I fucked the host. He fucked me. I watched him fucking Pulchro, fucking Tuo, fucking Fortis, fucking me. I watched him fucking me as I came in his mouth and my muscle was growing, bigger and bigger, and my cock was growing, bigger and bigger, and I came and he came and I sucked it all down, all his cream and all my cream and I fucked him hard and deep and I grew bigger and bigger and I was fucking you and you’re fucking me, your cock is inside my mouth, I can feel your cock growing, swelling, lengthening, pushing inside me and you’re so close, you’re so close, and my fingers are on your nipples and my mouth is on your mouth and I’m sucking your cock and stroking your cock and you’re so close you’re so close and your muscles sing with power as you begin to grow bigger and bigger and you’re fucking me and I’m fucking you and you’re getting bigger and bigger and bigger……
You are sitting before a computer screen, reading these words. Your dick is in your hand, and you’re slowly stroking your hardness, luxuriating in the sensation of sexual satisfaction and your own masculine power and beauty. Your cock is beautiful, the most beautiful cock you have ever seen. You look at it, and then back to the screen, at first disbelieving the words you’re reading until you see your own beautiful, thick, hard as steel cock and you squeeze yourself and rub the helmet and coax a slow slickness of pre-cum from its mouth and run the slick warmth all over yourself.
Then hands are on your shoulders. Lips are on your neck. Another hand grabs your cock. My hand. I am grabbing your beautiful hard cock with your own hand and I am squeezing you, stroking you, rubbing you. I cup your balls in the warmth of my palm. I rub your taint with my finger, as you move forward in your seat to allow me closer to your asshole.
You want me inside you. You want to feel me licking your ass, lapping your hole with warm wetness as I cradle your balls and stroke your cock. Your amazing, beautiful, perfect cock.
“Do you want to come?” I ask. You silently nod. That is all you want, now. You want to come. You want to come very badly.
I lick your hole and stroke a runnel of honey from your magnificent prick and use it to stroke you. You can feel the tingles of perfect sex all the way along your legs and your belly and your nipples. You close your eyes and feel me there, at your hole and your cock, stroking you, licking you.
You start to grow. You can feel it. Your muscles tingle, then throb, then burn. The delicious burn of muscle growth. Your arms and your legs and your chest. Swelling thicker and harder, swollen with masculine power and overwhelming strength.
I am doing this to you. I am making you grow. “More,” you say, softly. Not a whisper, but a growl. “More.”
Muscle is swelling everywhere, now. Your thighs push against each other. Your chest developed fat balloons of power that swell outward farther and farther. Your body is growing heavy with brawn, as it blooms everywhere across your body.
My mouth is on your prick. I swallow you whole. In my dreams you grow bigger and bigger. Bigger still. Bigger than anyone. Bigger than god.
You come.
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