The Crying Game 3
by Fahrenheit80
Carl was at the end of his rope. The tentacles pulled him and Tommy further into the Venus flytrap’s mouth. It wouldn’t take long until they were both eaten alive by that ridiculously giant monster. And if they weren’t crushed by those sharp teeth the tentacles would strangle them to death. It didn’t look good for them. The moment they would take their dying breath seemed inevitable. At least his arms and legs were wrapped around his lover’s tanned and muscular body. Tommy really had become a hunk. His skin was smooth and smelled like honey since he regularly went to the beauty shop to have a full body-waxing and to take an expensive bathe in warm honey-milk. The latter was recommended by a fuck buddy of his who happened to be the owner of that beauty shop. Tommy told Carl that he always gave him a discount in return for a few special services that included some bondages, blowjobs, rimming and ass play. Although the fuck buddy got a big cock he rarely hit Tommy’s soft spot when he fucked his hole.
Anyway, Carl and Tommy were about to die. Strangely enough, Tommy wasn’t afraid of the pain they would soon face when Venus flytrap would take its first bite. In contrary, he was happy that Carl didn’t leave him. That was all that mattered to him. Really, if earth would explode in the next two minutes he would still have a smile on his face because Carl was by his side. The way how he hold him. His arms around his upper body. His legs around his hips. And the beautiful cock that was rubbing his stomach. To be honest, it was kind of hot.
“You know, I’m getting a hard-on,” Tommy whispered in his ear. “I wish we could fuck some more.”
“We’re about to die in the next few seconds and all you can think of is sex,” Carl wondered.
“Gallows humor. At least I die in the arms of the man I love.”
Tommy forced his tongue into Carl’s mouth for a passionate French kiss. After all, it was his lover’s lips that made him gay.
Tommy remembered the day Carl dragged him into that dark alley and opened up his horizons. Prior to that Tommy was a very straight and devout Christian who went to church every Sunday and preached for a society without gay, lesbian, transsexual and bisexual men and women, putting them into reeducation camps to convert them into heterosexuals. But a strange twist of fate made him to reconsider his attitude and transformed him exactly into one of those people he was firmly against. And not only did Tommy embrace gay life but also a kinky side of him he wasn’t aware of before he went through his total makeover. He remembered the night he sucked his first cock. It was difficult for him to enjoy the sensation of having another man’s penis in his mouth. But with time he got used to it. He even learned how to deep-throat and to like the taste of cum. Right after that he got fucked for the first time by a leather daddy. Tommy was dressed in leather chaps, Wesco boots and a harness. His leather daddy who wore a leather police uniform put him in a sling and didn’t waste any time to invade his tight hole with his monster dick. Of course, it hurt like hell. And unfortunately his leather daddy wasn’t one of the sensitive types of guys. Tommy’s screams remained unheard, but they were soon replaced with moans of pure lust. His leather daddy fucked him mercilessly for hours until Tommy had one of the best orgasms in his life without even touching his cock. That was the moment he realized that he was a natural bottom. His ass was meant to be fucked by aggressive leather men. The more forceful they were the greater was the sex.
If Carl didn’t kiss him on that day and lured him into the gay world Tommy would never experience the joy of rough man-to-man-bonding. During the last seven months he made up for lost time. He really didn’t miss out anything. However, there was still one thing that was on his wish list.
“I wish I could have participated in a gangbang party with me being the one to be abused by a bunch of sexy leather men.”
Carl shook his head. “Nobody will die today.” He grabbed hold of one of the coffee table’s legs, and with all his strength he hurled the furniture in the direction of the Venus flytrap. It landed in its mouth, breaking into pieces.
Tommy sighed. “It’s hopeless.”
“You’re giving up already?” Carl managed to pick up one the broken coffee table’s legs, rose up and furiously thrust the piece of wood like a stake into the mouth of the Venus flytrap. With just one thrust the monster was defeated. As a matter of precaution Carl drew out his weapon and stabbed it into the plant over and over again until it didn’t move.
Meanwhile Tommy freed himself from the now lifeless tentacles. He watched Carl impaling the monster with the stake. While doing so he had to admit that the sight of him totally naked going all berserk on the thing that almost killed them turned him on. The scene reminded him of a porn flick about gay Barbarian warriors fighting off dangerous monsters by day and being rough lovers by night. Then Tommy realized what just had happened. Carl’s plant transformed into a giant Venus flytrap and tried to eat him! How could that be? Plant didn’t come to life and attack people unless something supernatural was behind all of it. Well, Carl did mention that a vengeful soul locked his heart away. At first Tommy thought of it as a metaphor. Now, he wasn’t sure about it anymore. It would explain a lot of things, though.
Tommy looked up to Carl with an irritated face. His lover was sweating and breathing heavily. After all, killing a monster was hard work. And he could need some sleep. But first “Let’s clean up.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not going to touch that thing,” Tommy said. “Look at it. It’s slimy. It’s totally gross. Can’t we just call our cleaning lady?”
“Don’t be such a drama queen,” Carl replied. “It’s just some blood. Tentacles… And guts.”
“Eeekk!” The muscle hunk screamed in a high-pitched voice. “That’s disgusting. Disgusting. Disgusting.”
“Geez, you really are the woman in our relationship. When did that happen?”
“Well, you made me that way. And I’m feeling comfortable in my skin. Just live with it.” Tommy discovers some drops of the monster’s blood on his legs. “Oh my God, I have to take a shower. Couldn’t you be more careful?”
“Well, excuse me for rescuing your life.” Carl threw the stake away and left the living room.
“Where are you going?”
“I’m getting a mop and a bucket. Somebody has to clean it up.”
Tommy hesitated. At the end he got over his disgust.
While they were cleaning up the mess Tommy thought about all the changes he went through in the last seven months. He really had become some sort of a sissy. Prior to the events that led to Carl’s introduction into his life Tommy was admired by his family members and friends as a man among men. He loved sports, cars and everything that fitted the stereotypical masculine image. In other words, Tommy’s old self was an old-fashioned guy who didn’t care for the clothes he wore and wasn’t afraid of getting his hands dirty. Today, he was the total opposite. He loved to go shopping with his friends. He would always scream like a little girl if he purchased something for a special price. He enjoyed romantic movies and didn’t hold back his tears even in public. He went to the clubs and could shake his ass on the dance floor for hours. And he watched football only for the tall and buff players in their tight trousers. All in all, Tommy had adopted a new personality in just seven months thanks to Carl.
When the mess was thrown in the dumpster Carl led Tommy into the bathroom to take a shower with him. Again, they shared a long passionate kiss while a stream of hot water washed away the last evidences of their fight to the death. Although Tommy was still haunted by the horrible images of the giant Venus flytrap, he soon got an erection. To appreciate his rescue he went down and sucked his lover off. When it came to blowjobs he was an expert. Deep-throating were just one of many things he could do with his mouth and tongue. Even Carl admired his undeniable talents. Really, if Tommy started a career in the adult movie industry he would be awarded best cocksucker of the decade. Sadly, he had no desire to do raunchy videos for a living. A few of his fuck buddies were porn actors and every one of them told him that it was hard work to have sex in front of a camera. Furthermore, Tommy didn’t have the time for it due to his charity work and his other commitments that included Carl and his friends.
After their hot shower the two muscle hunks finally laid themselves to sleep. Carl stayed awake, though. And so did Tommy. How could they close their eyes considering the incident that just occurred? They kept silent until Carl began to speak out the words he couldn’t hold back anymore. “I have to go. I have to reclaim my heart.”
“I will help you,” Tommy replied.
“It could be dangerous.”
“I don’t care. I won’t leave your side.” Tommy was serious. Nothing could change his mind. After all, Carl was the love of his life. “Where are we going?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you remember where you got the plant?”
“I don’t know.”
Mariella’s curse prevented Carl from remembering any details of his old life. No matter how hard he tried his past remained a mystery. He turned around. And there she was, standing in the shadows, his guardian angel. Again, he could hear her voice in his head. “Don’t lose hope, my dear.”
Another image flashed through his mind. He watched two boys doing their homework in the kitchen. The same woman from the hospital scene was looking over them. She was a little older but Carl recognized her in an instant. Somehow he felt a strong connection to her. His inner voice told him that she was a very important person.
“Let’s see. We are in that area. Ah, there it is.” The woman pointed at a town on a map that was lying on the table. “That’s where we are living.”
Carl could get a glimpse of the town’s name before he returned to the present day. The next morning he secretly packed his luggage and decided to embark on a journey without Tommy because he didn’t want to put him in any more danger. Unfortunately, when he was about to leave his sexy leather man woke up. Of course, he made a scene.
“You’re an asshole, Carl,” he shouted. “I told you that I want to help! Why don’t you take me seriously?! I won’t let you get away with that!”
When Tommy calmed down he packed his luggage which took three hours as he couldn’t chose between his numerous leather pants, vests, shirts, tank tops and boots. After all, he was the woman in their relationship. And if they went out on a journey together fighting monsters and reclaiming Carl’s heart he wanted to look good.
In the meantime the garbage men collected the trashes. The moment they opened the dumpster that contained the remains of the monster plant millions of spores were blown away into the sky. They scattered to the four winds, spreading Mariella’s curse. Within a few hours two million men were infected. Among them, there were high-level officials, soldiers, police officers and a self-help group of widowers. Even a biologist wasn’t spared from Mariella’s curse. His name was Mitchell, a 52 year old divorced father of two grown-up daughters. If his transformation succeeded he would mass-produce the spores and mixed them with drinking water, turning Mariella’s curse into a world-wide epidemic. Carl and Tommy had only eight days left to find a way to stop the witch. Or else, mankind would overrun by cold-hearted gay muscle hunks. And that was Mariella’s plan all along.
“In less than a year nobody will ever have to suffer the agony of true love.” The vengeful soul laughed. “Then at last, I will have my revenge!”
“You haven’t won yet,” the spirit of Carl’s wife said to Mariella. “My husband will stop your madness.”
“We will see.”