Date: Sun, 28 Jan 2007 16:24:16 -0800
From: Christopher Trent <anticmete@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Antidote 2

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The Antidote

Ending of Chapter 1


Casey's nostrils distended wide to get more of the smell of cock. Just a few
hours ago he would have puked at the thought.  Now he was looking at things
from a different point of view.  "Yes sir! It's a fucken beauty, sir."

"You bet your ass it's a beauty.  Now chow down on that fine piece of
throbbing man meat."

Now that he was all warmed up, Casey got down to work in earnest on Milosh
Vlasovitch's root. All three of the men were stroking their meat watching
him working on Vlasovitch.  He knew it wasn't going to take much longer to
coax out the fluids that would save his life.


Chapter 2

Part 1


Whether Casey played the men cagily, so as to extract the antidote out of
them, or else, the two men fucked it into his skull, is still a question
without an answer.  Milosh and Meric, it is true, took charge of Casey, took
charge of him body, soul and mind. But maybe Casey, in his own way was
steering the ship a bit, too.  These guys were amoral henchmen; dick-driven
ex cons.  Dick-driven men are always either fucking or fighting--- with no
in-between.  He knew enough to keep their attention on fucking. And him, the
lucky fuckee.

He knew how the big bad guys played.  The key was to let them be on top.
Flattery would get you anything you wanted.  Something about a man with a
big ego, and a low I .Q.,  made him easy to lead around by his cock.  That
was particularly true if the cock was extra big.  Kiss his dick and he'll
bend over backwards to get you to do it again.

Casey had never kissed dick in his life. He made his way through the world
getting what he wanted with knuckles and bullets.  Would have killed anyone
who whispered the word cocksucker in his direction. But when you brush up
against the shoulder of death, kissing a bad man's dick with your tonsils
might seem like the sweetest thing in the world.

Casey breathed deep--- filling his nostrils with the fine smells of hot cock
and leather.

Hot cock?  Leather?  Fine smells? Where the Hell did that thought come from?
Raven had mentioned something about the side effects of the poison horning
him up, but he said nothing about it switching the signals. Yet there was no
denying what his cock was telling him. The taste and smell of these two
hunks of testosterone soaked salami were intoxicating him.

Yes, indeed, things could change.

Last night he had landed his helicopter on Raven's island.  A sky full of
moon lit the sandy beach. Huge crashing waves covered the sound of the
engine. It was almost too easy to land.  Kissing dick was the last thing on
his mind as he'd made his way through the thicket to the main house.  No
alarm went off, none that his ears could detect, anyway, when he slipped in
the door of the darkened room.  Then the lights came up.  He was in a large
sleekly modern great room with a dais, and padded leather chair, at one end.
  An exam table in front of it.  Before him was a 20 foot wall of television
monitors all tuned to the same channel which showed a closeup of Raven's
face.  Rows of recessed lighting marched across the ceiling.  The ceiling
sloped down a few feet to meet the floor to ceiling wall of glass on the
opposite side.  Casey barely had time to sweep his eyes around the place
trying to locate himself when that pesky dart stung his neck,  and told him
instantly, that he was in deep shit.

Way deep shit.

And that one instant after the sudden sting, unfolded into an eternity of
realization--- as he fell into slumber.

Now he was awake, naked, on sore knees spread wide, his body glowing with
sweat,  his blood poisoned with a mysterious poison, pounding his leaky pipe
with his fist and getting his face and the back of his throat ploughed by
two hoods, who, for all their evil, made his blood boil and his cock surge.
They had backed him into a corner of the room teaching him how to milk dick
with his throat. Well, he figured if this was as bad as it got, he would
still be alive, his body intact.  There were just a few memories he'd like
to forget.

And some he wanted to remember. He wanted to remember being on the town,
with Rhonda the night before he found himself here on Raven's island.
Sitting across from Rhonda, a satin stripe on his trousers, and her wearing
an eye popping Versace number, the two of them being served a decent meal of
tender medallions of venison, slow cooked in butter and olive oil, along
with wild mushroom risotto on a velvety carpet of black truffles, served
with tiny peas in butter and shallots and garlic roasted baby red
potatoes--- Casey made only one mistake.  That was when he ordered the Dom
Perignon '75---

"But, sir," the sommelier said, "the earthy flavors of the venison are
liable to obscure the lighter notes of the champagne.  May I recommend a
bottle of a hearty Chateauneuf du Pape."  And sure enough when he had poured
the first taste of the red wine and held the goblet against the light
admiring its' clarity and then the taste, big and buttery, with hints of
oak, berries, and plums with a long, finish.  "Perfect!" he declared,
dabbing his lips with a white linen napkin.  He loved it when she clapped
her hands in delight at the flaming chocolate cherry bombe he ordered for
her dessert.  He himself did not care for sweets.

And after dinner, over a demitasse of strong espresso with just a sliver of
lemon rind,  he knocked back several small tapered glasses of vintage
Armagnac, so warm and nutty, and lit a brandy soaked Havana cigar.  As they
got up to go, he had slipped the spray of small, pale green orchids from the
slim vase for her to carry.  Then he and Rhonda strolled along the bluffs to
get the car.  They'd topped off the evening with a moonlit drive along the
beach in the Lamborghini, followed by a night of lovemaking under silk
sheets--- If he just held on to the memory of that night, perhaps the
terrors of this nightmare would be nearly forgotten.

He knew that in a life or death situation, where your opponent holds all the
cards and you hold none, you'd best get with the program and become a yes
man.  If they wanted him to put out like a whore then he was going to be the
best damn whore they ever saw.  He didn't know they wanted not just a whore,
but a demented cock slut they could finally turn into nothing more than a
hole; but even at the end of that road, the kind of man he was dealing with
was never going to pass by a hole, whether a human hole or a hole in the
wall, that he didn't feel the need to plug. If an eyeball had fallen out of
his head they'd have fucked that hole.

Okay, so he would live through Hell for a few days.  He knew it wouldn't be
easy, but there was only thing he had to make sure of, namely, that James
never found out that Raven's men had turned him out as a total cock bitch.
He would die of shame if James knew.  He and James had come through the
academy together.  Had hard knuckled and kicked their way out of impossible
situations together.  Drank hard, dined well, and fucked fine bitches
together.  Now that Casey was in a bit of a hard scrabble---would James find
him; and if he found him could he save him?

These thugs had put him through their hoops.  Training him like a poodle
puppy was pretty harsh for openers.  Usually you worked up to that.  Hell!
If they were going to push him right to the wall from Day One , what would
Day two be like?

On his knees before the likes of Milosh.  That, right there was shame. Then
Meric joined the party. Pushed his way in.  Meric was smarter and smoother
than Milosh but he was still a hard edged cocksman.

Casey kept his mouth open wide as it would go.  The two men, Meric and
Milosh took turns fucking his face, one slamming a long hard stroke of cock
probing the depths, pulling back,  then the other taking its' place in a
machinelike action.  Casey's cock oozed a steady stream of clear fluid
pooling on the smooth marble floor.  Till it seemed to Casey the two cocks
invading his skull were one hard piston and the back of his throat just a
fuck toy.

Fuck me, I'm just a fuck toy fuck toy fuck toy! The words ran in widening
circles around what was left of his mind.  If he ever had a mind; what there
was left of this alleged mind seemed to disappear in the shredded rags of
identity, flying off in centrifugal tatters leaving only a spinning darkness
at center. The back of the throat was the empty center of his existence and
knew only one thing: the fierce  need to be filled by more.  And here came
more and he was the joy of the vacuum filled--- plugged--- but then the
slimy dick pulled out and the need was there again.

It was funny how you didn't get tired of it, you just wanted it to go right
on for as long as it was going on.  As long as there was an it to go on.

And he was it.

Fuck me I'm the it being fucked.

It's a fuck toy  And the words started a little rhythm in his head in time
with the two hot cocks banging his throat. I'm a fuck toy.

fuck toy

fuck. toy

That was all that was in his head.  In that space--- where there was no past
or future, only more fat dong sliding in, hitting home, and sliding out.  If
there was a thing beyond this, a future, it held only more of him and them,
no,--- not him,--- but it, naked and hot, on his knees, and damn! it felt
good to be on his knees, before these fully dressed men, his head held
steady by the men's hands for the whirring whizzing hard cock machine. And
then in that dark center the words sang out loud and clear:  It is a fuck
toy and that's all it is---  and all it was ever meant to be.  Funny how you
could be an it and still lose it, whatever it was.  To give up and let the
meat take over.  It was all just walking talking meat anyway. Raw meat.
Letting go.  It was three cocks minus one.  The one being it.

Fuck toy.

Meric's forehead dripped with sweat down his face and ran down to his neck.
He shook his head to get the sweat out of his eyes. Sweat flew off, some
drops hitting Milosh who hardly noticed, himself being just as hot and
sweaty.  "He's getting there," Meric said.

"Yeah?" Milosh said.  "Where's that?" Milosh bit his lower lip as his hips
curled back and forth in mean hard strokes.

"Right where he needs to be." Meric laughed.  "Ain't that right, puppy?  You
want to be right where I want you to be. Don'tcha?"

He wanted to answer his daddy but it was too busy.  The twin smells of the
cock and leather though, were sending him sky high.

Suddenly, he couldn't find his breath.  His body froze up.  Eyes stared
unblinking.  Breath went wild. Lungs sucked for air and couldn't find
enough.  He forgot who he was and where he was and what he was doing.

Meric saw where he was at and held his head close to him breaking the
rhythm. "Hey, you're okay," he said. "Daddy's right here. You can do it."
Then Meric slid his cock slowly into Casey's mouth and kept it going on down
until his meat was way deep.  "That's right, boi, Daddy's home."

Casey felt such a sudden glow of love and gratitude---  He worked his throat
muscles, milking that cock as deep as he could.  As a reward, Meric pulled
out quick and came back with an extra hard slam. Then Meric moved aside for
Milosh to step up to bat.

Milosh threw his own hot fat fucker in the hole. Casey shuddered and
trembled all over like a drug was taking him higher and higher.

"He's a fucken fuck toy if I ever saw one,"  Milosh said

Fuck toy.

"Right about now," Meric said. "he's starting to know what he is."

"Born to be ploughed by real men."  Milosh said.  The two men laughed and
never lost the rhythm.

He worked to hold his gag reflex at bay, but the steady onslaught of massive
meat forced him to lose it a couple of times.  But each time he gagged and
his throat threw up more thick fluid, his nose dripping, and his eyes teary,
all of it mixing with his sweat---  seemed only to spur the two men till
they both, almost simultaneously, were caught up in the iron grip of white
hot necessity which lifted them still higher and then from an impossible
height, shot them over the top.

Milosh grabbed Casey tight by his hair, as much to steady himself on his
feet, planted wide as they were, as to pull Casey down onto his cock.  In
all the wet urgency, Casey couldn't breathe, but found himself content to
hold his breath so he could feel, on the roof of his mouth, his cheeks and
tongue, the fat cock's pumping action as the precious liquid splashed down
his gullet.  Milosh shouted out loud.  As Milosh pulled his meat out, Casey
clamped his lips against the shaft cleaning it as it withdrew.  Milosh's
softening dick no sooner plopped out of Casey's lips then Meric stepped up
and stuffed Casey's mouth with his boiling hot cock until his bull balls,
pulled up as they were, slapped Casey's chin and in three strokes blasted
his load down Casey's eager throat.

Milosh, shocked by the might and power of  shooting his load with a sweet
fiery intensity he had never felt before, buckled at the knees as the
powerful cocktail of chemicals gushed in mind destroying, body wracking
waves from the whipped cream in his nuts coursing up and out into Casey.
"Drink it, fuck head!" he yelled.  His voice somewhere between a growl and a
scream.

He held himself right there, where he was, bent over the top of Casey's
head, squirting out the last drops until he felt Casey's hands give him a
gentle push, needy as his lungs were of air--- and then Milosh fell back
onto a long leather couch.

Meric, too.  As soon as Meric felt his big balls pumping a furious load,
till they were totally emptied of the  frothy, searing elixir, he fell back
alongside Milosh.  The two of them exhausted from their labors, relaxed,
catching their breath.

Casey however, did not cum.  Not that he didn't need to, his balls ached
with the need for release, but instead his body surged with a new wave of
hormonal energy.  His fist tightened around his cock and he began to work it
fast and furious. "Hey, look,"  Milosh said. "He finally found what those
fists are for."   It seemed that the more antidote he swallowed the more
intense his drive.

But, Casey knew that however it went, his life was fucked.  If he saved his
life, he was driven to find more sex with unsavory partners whose intentions
were to violate him and everything he stood for.  What the Hell was he
saving?  Himself?  How could this be himself, naked and on his knees before
his enemies.  He had been turned into a dog and worse than a dog.  He was
now closer to a pig.  And the very thought caused his mind to shut down in
agony as he fought to blot the image out of his mind's eye and at the same
time hoisted him to a razor edge of excitement.

Casey was feeling shame and it was overwhelming. But just behind the shame
was a new surge of need.

He wanted more.

A lot more.

Now two loads of the antidote had been delivered.  One load to go and his
life would be saved.

For today.

"Now ain't that a pretty sight."  Jelly Roll said.  "You all got to party
and I got to watch.  Shee-it!  Let me grab me some of that."  He pulled
Casey's arm till Casey was standing up right but his eyes were still glassy.
Unfocused stupefaction was all over his face.  If he focused on anything it
was on how hot his cock felt.

Then he saw Jelly Roll's monster.

The two cocks he just serviced and had serviced him were forgotten.  He
needed the next one just as bad. His knees hit the floor.

The silky satin smooth, dark brown monster was hanging out of Jelly Roll's
polyester pants. Casey figured it must have weighed five pounds. His jaw
dropped open and his tongue lolled out like a dog in the desert sun.

"See, that is what I like," Jelly Roll said.  He never bothered to direct
his remarks at Casey.  Jelly was talking to the other two men across the
room as they sprawled on the couch.  "A pussy boy with a hard dick and a
brain full of stupid."

He turned Casey like a rag doll and pushed him over the table.  Casey's
waist was flat on the table and his butt nicely pushed out. Jelly Roll
grabbed a strap and fastened it across his back through a ring on one end
and a buckle on the other to keep him in that position.

"Uh huh,"  Jelly Roll said, "I'm going to have me some fun with that sweet
azz."  He opened a drawer and pulled out a medium sized dildo.  Found a tube
of lube and with two fingers lubed Casey's hole.  Then he squeezed a big
dollop of lube on his fingers and slicked up the dildo and worked it into
the hole.  "I like a loose hole." he said.  "The looser the hole, the better
I like it."  The dildo went in with just a push and the new sensation woke
Casey out of his stupor.

"Hell," Jelly Roll said.  "That ain't nothin'.  When I get this old thang up
there you're going to feel like you're gettin' fucked by a five inch dick---
sideways.  Oh yeah, it'll hurt at first, but you're going to get so much of
it you can't help but learn to love it.  You be walkin' around with a
wide-on for dis here from now on."

The tone of wickedness in Jelly Roll's voice as he whispered into Casey's
ear was soothing.   Immediately Casey felt a need to be filled.  "Meanwhile,
I'm gonna make you ma bitchboi."  He put his swollen cock in front of
Casey's face.  Casey did his best to wrap his lips around Jelly Roll's dick
head.   He slurped up the precum, laved his tongue on the glans,  worked
half his tongue down the piss slit.  He wanted to crawl in.  Under his
breath he repeated "Gimme that fucken cock."

"Oh, yeah,  you're gonna crave a lotta this." Between Casey's virgin hole
and his own huge cock he used one whole tube of lube.

Then Casey felt him at his backdoor pucker.  But when Jelly Roll pushed his
knob over his ring there was no pain. Something in the poison seemed to
cause the various body parts to shape and stretch just right.  Jelly Roll
just stayed there for a moment.

Casey was impatient to get that big dick moving inside of him.

Jelly Roll held a small round pill in the palm of his hands.  "Take this,"
he said.

Across the room, Milosh sat up straight.  "Whoa!" he said.  "Holy shit!
Izzat what I think it is?"

Meric laughed out loud--- doubling up on the couch.  "Wa-ha hoo, " he
laughed.

Casey just looked at the pill.  "What is it?"  he said.

"This is your female estrogen pill. Baby.  Well, you could say it's estrogen
that's been tweaked just a little.  You need this."

Casey couldn't think straight.  He didn't know why he needed estrogen but
that big old log in his pussy felt so fine massaging his prostate like it
did, and then Jelly Roll started flicking his fingers on Casey's nipples and
that was sending jolts of pleasure to his dick head so he was getting
flooded with so much sensation.

"What? Why?"

"I like my boyz to have nice big bitch tits.  So when I say, "Yo, bitch,
suck my dick," they know they's the bitch. Don't you want to make Daddy
jelly Roll happy?"  The log moved in and out of his hole in a way that drove
him up the wall.

Jelly Roll's fingers pushed the pill into Casey's mouth. "Swallow, baby,
yeah, that's right."

Meric and Milosh having rested got up off the couch to see what was
happening with Jelly Roll's ding dong working into Casey's hole.  One on
either side hunkered down to get a close look.  "Fuck,"  Meric said.  "Look
how that huge fucker goes all the way in there."

The discomfort in Casey's ass was calming down. The big log was nicely
sliding in, hitting the prostate, nearly pushing a big load of cum right out
of him. "Unnnn" was all the sound Casey could make as another spurt of white
cum popped out out of his dick lips.  His own hand couldn't make it happen.
But that big log of fuck meat could push out three or four loads and he was
just getting started.

"Check it out!"  Milosh said.  There was a sense of awe in his voice. "As it
slides out, how the ring of flesh comes up like fucken Krakatoa."