Pubeman

I shielded my eyes from the sudden burst of bright light that burst into my prison. I wasn't caught surprised by it, I never was. The horrendous ripping noise that always preceded it was plenty of warning of what was coming.

I had more or less grown use to the activities of my host and nothing he did surprised me any more. It was simply a matter of what particular thing he was going to do this time.

Redwood sized fingers came into view, grasping at the monstrous log that was beneath me, pulling it free of its cloth prison. The building sized hand that the fingers were attached to ballooned out in front of me, obstructing my view of the outside world.

I didn’t bother to try moving into a position where I could see out, it was futile anyway and only raised false hope that some day I might get to live in that world again.

The cock below me burst into life as a stream of hot yellow piss shot out of it. I could just barely see it, dozens of feet below me, through gaps in his fingers.

A quick earthshake to fling free the last few globules and then the cock was being tucked back in below me. The light disappeared and I set to work.

I was glad it was only a piss he had taken, they were so much easier to tidy up after. I unhooked myself from the pube I was on and reattached to another that was longer and descended downward. When I reached the base of that one, I steadied myself against others while I again detached and reattached.

In this fashion, I moved down from above the base of my masters cock and down beside it.

I never even noticed the movement of the body around me any more, I just accepted them as the norm.

As I moved down the left side of his scrotum, I started moving across as well, not just down. The jungle of thick, cablelike pubes around me made traversing my world an absolute breeze. It was just a variation on my rockclimbing days.

Finally the head of his massive prick came into reach. The head was at least three or four times taller than I was and was bigger than some apartments I had lived in.

Attaching myself to a pube right below his piss slit, I started my work. The slit hung in front of me, big enough that I could have easily crawled inside it. Indeed, I once had and that was not an experience I cared to repeat.

It had been right at the beginning. I had still been highly aroused by what had happened to me and the thought of climbing inside that beckoning tunnel was too much. So I did.

And promptly gotten wedged inside it, unable to crawl back out or turn around.

It had taken an impossibly powerful surge of piss to blast me out. If he hadn't been so observant and noticed me swimming in the toilet, I would have died that day. He simply plucked me free, dropped me back in his pubes and that was it.

I think that if that happened today, he wouldn’t even notice, so used to me he has become. Back then, he was highly conscious of me and I suppose was looking to see if I fell out of his pants.

Anyway, that was a long time ago now. I used the rag to finish wiping the damp remains of his last leak from the outside and surrounds of the piss slit and then carefully started to wipe just inside. I say carefully because this is one of the most dangerous things I have to do.

Too much pressure and it does one of two things. One, it tickles him and he can’t resist an urge to scratch, putting me in dire peril of being crushed. Second, it arouses him. This second scenario could then go a couple of ways. The massive cock continues to grow, pushing rapidly at me and threatening to crush me, or, it dies and goes away. It tends to grow harder more often than not.

Some people would probably assume that I live in constant fear, but that really isn't the case. I discovered early on that I was really too small to worry about being crushed simply by day-to-day movement. Even showering wasn’t a trauma. The pubic bush was so thick that it tended to shelter me quite well, and I was always well attached.

My biggest fear is when he gets horny and isn't happy to handle it himself. When he masturbates, at least all that I have to worry about is how quickly I clean up the mess. But when he feels an urge to go and get some company, then I have problems.

My first problem is if the other guy gives him a blowjob. With another mans face so close to my home, I am in real fear of discovery.

The first time it happened was the worst. I was already getting used to the angle with which he held his own cock, but another guy holds it totally different and massive fingers invaded my previously safe hiding places. This faceless and nameless other nearly crushed me under his finger as he wrapped his hand around his cock. Not knowing what to expect next, I was badly prepared for when a giant face came in close.

He nearly swallowed me on the first suck. That massive cavern of a mouth had wrapped itself around his cock, enormous lips coming down in the bush before hitting flesh. If he hadn't opened his mouth to spit out a loose pube and thereby release me to move to safer ground, I'd have died for sure.

And of course when you are giving a good blow job you lick and suck nearly every part of a mans groin. At first I thought it would be safer under his balls, but they were soon sucked into that hungry maw leaving me exposed. I couldn't hide above the base of his dick for fear of being seen. That left only the space on either side of his scrotum.

I was never really safe when he was having sex or being blown, but I had grown used to it now.

I had barely finished cleaning the tip of his massive prick from his piss when again light invaded my prison. This soon afterward it could only be one thing.

I bolted for cover, fleeing the rapidly growing tower of his manhood. The only safe place for me when he jacked off was under his balls and between his legs.

A continual earthquake shook me as he started to stroke that skyscraper sized shaft. I firmly attached myself to his pubes until I saw my cue.

His balls started to draw upward and away from me. Now was the time for me to move as fast as I could.

I had to climb around his balls and back up above the base of his shaft before he came. No time for reattaching now, I had to leap from pube to pube, always climbing higher.

If I wasn't in position when he came, I would be punished.

Most people wouldn't think of a bath as punishment, but when you can't get away and you are under water, then you start to realise why I think of it that way.

When he immerses himself in water, I have to breath from the tiny bubbles of air that get caught in his pubes, each one never lasting more than a minute.

But no time for that now, I was nearly in position.

His massive hand was pounding away in earnest, impossibly huge and powerful beyond my imagination, it had a firm hold and was determined to strike oil, so to speak. It rose and fell right above my head. A fraction of an inch (to him) lower and I would be pounded below it with no chance of survival.

There, his first spurt arched upwards. It splattered on his wrist even as another shot burst forth. More powerful than the first, it hit just above his groin.

Eruption after eruption shot skyward. By the time he was finished, the web of pubes above me was smothered in his spunk. It was slowly descending downward towards me. I moved to a position where a thin patch would coat me, knowing that he would be watching me. He loved to see me covered in his cum, even now.

The thick liquid coated me like thick mud, still warm from being inside him. I watched as a cloth of some sort wiped the majority if his juice off his body, knowing that he would leave his pubes up to me.

Already I was eating it. This was my food and moisture all in one. I had to eat fast before it dried. Before I was even half full, I was enclosed in darkness again, left to my meal and to my job.

A brief respite after eating and then I set to work. There was no way I could ever remove so much cum, but I had to make it disappear. So for the next couple of hours, I smeared the stuff over the pubes around me, coating them with a thin, polish like layer. The rest I would allow to dry and then peel the flakes free. They would quickly drop down into his underwear or be washed away when he showered next.

Before too long, the cycle would start again. It has been some hours since he took a leak so he due again soon. And I he is about due to get a blow job again, it's been a while.

Oh well, makes no difference to me. There's nothing I can do about it except do as I was told to do and make the best of it.

Perhaps some day it will be different.

But I doubt it.

End