Date: Sat, 2 Aug 2008 02:36:23 EDT
From: MrCMpLiCaTD@aol.com
Subject: The Damian Chronicles 3

Dick of Death: The Damien Chronicles
By,
K2thaw

Disclaimer: This story contains content of an explicit nature, and is
intended only for 18 years of age or older.  I am not responsible if people
under the age of 18 read this.  This story is copyrighted and may not be
posted anywhere else, used commercial us, or reproduced without the authors
consent.


Chapter 3: Stanlee


     Stanlee crumbled his five hundred forty-third piece of paper, tossed
it over his shoulder, and threw his head down onto his art desk with his
hair falling over his folded arms.  He was surrounded by crumbled up
sketches.  He sat there in his dimly lit corner of his dark and stale
room.  The walls were covered with comic paraphernalia.  X-Men poster
over his headboard, Batman poster over his 19 inch TV, drawers full of
original and special edition comic books organized by comic book company,
genre, and artist.  He sat there for hours in his underwear trying to get
it right.  "God-damnit!  I've gotta get this right.  Magnum Comics is
never going to take me seriously if I don't come up with something worth
their time!"  This was his routine: He made his money trading and
selling comic book collectibles, and spent his other time trying to come
up with a comic book idea to be considered and sketches good enough to
land him a position as a comic -book artist for Magnum comics.  Magnum
Comics specialized in LGBT-oriented comics.  Stanlee was 6'1 and a firm
but slim 145 lbs.  If he didn't eat so much junk food and do push-ups
and sit-ups on his breaks, he'd be rail thin.  He had long dirty blond
hair that fell just below his shoulders and a milky white skin
complexion.  He never really left his dingy apartment unless he was going
to the comic book store or to mail off his comic submissions to Magnum so
he never got any sun.  However, his fare skin accented his pink nipples
and made his pink asshole look like a bull's eye.

     He lifted his head up and squinted confusingly at the drawing that
stared back at him.  It was a picture of a very muscular black man with a
well endowed cock in his hand.  The only color that appeared was the blue
in his eyes.  Stanlee looked incredulously at the Adonis that stared back
at him from the paper; he knew he had not drawn that picture.  The man
was smirking with a scary yet extremely sexy demeanor.  All of a sudden
Stanlee's eyes widened as the man started spanking his hand with his
cock as if it was a paddle.  Stanlee sat back quickly but not quickly
enough as the hand reached out of the paper at him and grabbed his collar
scratching his neck as he pulled Stanlee into the paper screaming.
Within an instant Stanlee woke up sweating profusely looking at the same
sketch he had been working on.  He decided he needed to get off to forget
about the terrible nightmare that felt so scarily real.  He reached under
his bed for his 8 inch dildo and lube.  He pulled off his t-shirt and
walked over to the lawn chair that sat in the other dark corner.  He
could feel the sweat between his toes as he walked on the hot wooden
floor.  He couldn't afford to pay his landlord for the air conditioning
so he was sweating from the hot summer air that stuck to his skin.  Some
days he'd make a lot of money from his sales and some days he didn't.
And the money he did make went back into buying the highest quality
utensils and paper for his comics.  He sat in his thinking chair and
lifted his legs to lube up pink slit which was already moist with sweat.
He wiped the sweat from his hole and smelled it then licked it.  The
salty musty smell combined with soap made his dick stand up on
attention.  "Fuuuck," he said softly.  He slowly slid his rubber cock
into his cavity and let it sit for a second to let himself get used to
the fullness. The other 6 inches were a breeze and he instantly started
pumping.  He gasped when it popped past his sphincter and his eyes rolled
half way up his eyelids.  He moaned as his toes pointed like a whore in
heels and imagined the cute guy who ran the comic book store was pounding
him relentlessly.  Sweat beads were forming above his red lips and he
licked it off as he pinched his pierced right nipple.  "Mmm fuck me
Tad!  Deepr, dee- AHHH! Yeah shit work that ass open!"  He started
twirling the stick around making his dick jerk ever time he hit his spot.
 He reached past his guiche piercing and took the dildo out for a second
to let his rosebud cool as he spanked it.  He was now sweaty from head to
toe and not even the 5 five fans in his room could cool him down.  Sweat
was rolling down the crevasses of his abs and mixing with his oozing
pre-cum at the base of his 7 inch dick.  As he continued to pump he could
not hold it any longer.  He erupted with globs above cum like he was
Mount Fuji.  He shook with spasms as he took the globs and scooped them
into his hole.  He cleaned up and headed to the shower.  When he stepped
out the shower, he wiped away the steam on his mirror and pulled his hair
back to ring it.  He was shocked to find the scratch he dreamed about on
his neck.

     The next day he walked up to the door of the comic book store with
his satchel of comic submissions and stopped at his reflection in the
window so he could check himself out before seeing Tad.  He pulled his
hair behind his ears and took a deep breath.  He suddenly saw a black
figure standing behind him in his reflection.  He turned around but saw
some no one.  He opened the door and a bell rang.  Tad looked up and
sighed.  "God here we go."  Tad had black hair that hung just below his
eyebrows kept messily under his black skater cap he always wore.  He had
on a thin layer of eyeliner, a lip ring, and two gauged earrings.  He was
wearing a black tank top which showed off his numerous tattoos.  Stanlee
shyly walked up to the counter as Tad pretended not to see him.  "Hey
Steven didn't see you," Tad responded dismissingly as he kept his eyes
on his magazine.  "Actually it's Stanlee.  So I was wondering if the
new issue of Gabriel: The Messenger has come in yet."

"No man not today.  Sorry, I don't think that one's coming in for
another month.  So I guess I'll see you then."

"Actually I was wondering if maybe we could --"  phone rings.

"Hi Catch `Em Comics, Tad speaking how may I help you?" Stanlee turned
around feeling defeated as he strolled down the aisle.  He remembered his
only friend Brodie, who he met at a comic convention, give him advice a
week earlier.  Brodie really hadn't counted on forming a lasting
friendship.  He only intended to give him a pity fuck so he could get his
favorite comic from him.



"Brodie I really like Tad, but I don't think he feels the same way."

"Dude the only way you're gonna know is if you approach him."

"Easier for you to say, looking the way you do."  Brodie was kind of a
legend in the skateboard scene and all guys and girls had it had for
him.  He had sandy brownish hair with highlights, an eyebrow ring, full
lips with a broad smile, and a jaw line that would make Brad Pitt blush.

"Ok fine you want me to talk to him?  Okay fine.  But you owe me!"

"Thanks Bro."



Stanlee walked the aisle and was suddenly stopped in his tracks when he
saw a comic titled The Dick of Death.  He picked it and up and was
stunned to see the same character from his dream.  He flipped through
pages, seeing a guy seduced by a black guy in a club, and some office guy
at a party, among many other guys.  He then flipped to a page that showed
a guy dressed just like him with long hair reading a comic in a comic
book store.  The man in the comic was him!  He turned to the cover to see
the author, and it said by Stanlee Parker.  He dropped the comic and it
burst into flames.  "Hey Tad- " it then disappeared.  He turned and was
stunned to see Brodie.  "I was calling your name like three times
dude."

"Sorry Bro, I'm buggin'.

"Dude don't you gotta get your submissions off before 6?"

"Oh shit!"   Stanlee ran to the door.  He mouthed don't forget to talk
to Tad!

I gotcha bro!  Brodie responded.

Stanlee ran out into the pouring rain, knowing he wouldn't get a cab.
He ran through the back alley to get there faster, but tripped and fell
into a soaking wet puddle.  He looked up to see three thugs staring down
at him.  "Hey faggot, you stumbled into the wrong alley.  But we'll let
you pass if you pay the toll."  Another thug snatched the satchel and
pulled out his comic submissions.  "Please don't!"  Thug #1 thumbed
through them as the rain soaked the pages.  "Faggot here likes comics.
He likes GAY comics!  This ain't worth shit!"  They passed them around
and threw them in the puddle.  All Stanlee could do was cry.  "Aw poor
faggot is crying.  You still gotta pay!  And that ass will do just
fine!"  They picked him up and threw him over a trash can and pulled
down his pants. With the rain as lubrication, Thug #1 stuck his dick hard
up Stanlee's ass.  He screamed in pain, and thug #2 punched him.  "Aw
shit yo, come get some of this white ass pussy!" Thugs #3 and #4 got in
line, and thug #2 pulled him up by his hair and punched him again.  This
time he fell over into a puddle.   Everything was a blur and his ass felt
torn apart.  He heard them arguing, "Yo why you do that we want his ass
awake!"  All of a sudden he heard loud commotion, like someone was being
thrown around.  He heard all four thugs screaming like he had earlier.
He couldn't see much but they were being torn apart, blood flying.  He
was so scared but thankful.  Then, no more screaming.

"Staaaaaanleeeeee..." in a low deep scary voice he heard and looked up
to see only a huge silhouette.  He passed out.



At the same time Stanlee was having his pants ripped and pulled down,
Brodie vigorously pulled down Tad's pants in the back room of the comic
book store.  He bent him over the couch and spread his cheeks to reveal
the fury patch that circled his pucker.  His ass hole had two beauty
marks around it that Brodie licked, and he dove his tongue into Tad's
ass.  Tad threw back his head knocking off his hat as he moaned with
pleasure.

Brodie pushed his head back down as he made circles with his tongue
inside Tad's anal cavity.  He swiped Tad's plump booty and watched it
giggle.  He stood up and unzipped his pants letting his 9 inch dick fall
out of his boxers.  He slapped his massive cock on Tad's cheeks and Tad
wiggled them eagerly.  Brodie pulled out a platnum colored condom and his
pocket-sized lube he used quite often.  He suited up and lubed up and
spanked Tad again to watch his booty clap.  "You want it?"  Tad
moaned.  "I can't hear you!  Do you want it?"

"Yeah, keep it down dude someone might come in."

"Oh no, we won't be interrupted, I put the "closed" sign on the
door.  Now shut up and take what I have to give you."  Tad spread his
cheeks open to help guide Brodie into his cum can.  His cheeks now showed
a read handprint.  Tad's eyes rolled in the back of his head as Brodie
crept up in him inch by inch.  He squeezed and relaxed to fill himself up
and absorb the burn.  Brodie didn't care to wait any longer.  He started
fucking hard and fast as Tad whined from pain and pleasure.  Soon Brodie
had all inches in him and his groin began slapping Tad's ass loudly.
Brodie pulled Tadd up and let him pound his ass into Brodie's cock.
Brodie held one hand around Tad's erect 7 inch dick, and one hand
covered Tad's mouth.  He slipped his black fingernail-painted fingers
into his mouth.  "That's right dude, take it, milk my fucking cock you
dirty boy!"  The pounding got harder and Brodie was about to blow.  They
repositioned so Tad was sitting on Brodie's cock with nothing but his
skater shoes.  He bounced on Brodie's cock with sweat dripping from his
bangs.  A few minutes later Tad was now lying down on his back and shoes
in the air, Brodie mounting him going full force.  Tad suddenly shot a
bullet onto his lip ring and licked it off as he shook.  "Fuck I'm
gonna blow too, right in your ass man, squeeze me fucker!  Uhhh, oh ,
shit it!"   Brodie took one more hard slam and lay inside Tad as globs
off cum poured into his hole.



****authors note: the appropriate music for this scene coming up would be
System by Chester Bennington.  Listening to this will make it hotter***



Stanlee awoke on his bed in his room surrounded by darkness.  "Hello
Stanlee," someone said.  He looked around realizing he had no clothes
on.  "I've been watching you.  I see your need to be recognized. I see
your desire to be notice.  You'd like to be acknowledged...by everyone,
including Tad."

"Who are you and how do you know about Tad?  Show yourself!"

"I wouldn't count on him though.  Your buddy just planted his seed in
that tree." The figure lit a cigarette and blew red smoke.  "My name is
Damien...and I've come to set you free."  He walked into the faint
light.  Stanlee gasped as the human form of the comic character walk
toward him.  A muscular black man walked toward him in a black leather
jock strap.  Both nipples were pierced with a chain connecting them.  He
had a black tattoo of a snake covering most of his upper body and then
led down under into his jockstrap.  He burned the cigarette on his chest
and flicked it away.  "No that's not true you're lying!"  Stanlee
tried to move but he felt paralyzed.  Damien crawled toward him on the
bed up between his legs and got right in front of Stanlee's face.  This
hunk of dark chocolate had juicy red lips with a piercing under the
bottom lip that had a little devil charm dangling from it.  Damien
surveyed Stanlee's face with his deep blue eyes.  "It's true, I'm
afraid."  With those words Stanlee somehow accepted the truth.  "But I
can give you something so much more if you let me.  I can rescue you from
this pathetic life.  I can make you the owner of Magnum
Comics...if...you...let me."  Stanlee began to cry.  "Oh tuh tuh tuh
don't cry," he took his finger and wiped the tears licking them.  You
want daddy to make it all better?"  Stanlee nodded helplessly.  Damien
bit his finger and raised Stanlee's legs.  He slipped his bloody finger
into Stanlee's hole, and Stanlee was instantly his.  He squeezed his
hole around Damien's finger, and Damien took Stanlee by the hair made
him pull down his jock strap with his teeth.  Stanlee found the snake
head at the edge of Damien's humongous dick.  He had a Prince Albert
piercing as well.  Stanlee licked the cool metal steamed from the hot
room. He then proceeded to suck on Damien's vein covered dick.  Slurping
feverishly, ropes of saliva dripped from his sausage.  Stanlee's hair
swung back and forth as he picked up the pace.  Damien groaned and
sighed.  He then forced Stanlee all the way down to his musty pubes.
Stanlee was choking, couldn't breathe as Damien's monster blocked his
air.  Damien did not let him go until Stanlee's throat muscles relaxed.
He let him up and Stanlee gasped for air coughing.  Damien lifted his
chin up with his finger till they were face to face.  Damien held his
head with two hands and licked his face.  Stanlee got on all fours and
Damien flicked his hole making it wink.  He knelt down and rapped his
lips around Stanlee's guiche piercing and tugged till his skin got red.
He then rapped his big lips around his hole and sucked it, letting his
tongue slither to depths he had never felt from a tongue.  Damien
strapped a red condom on and stuck his PA into his ass.  The coolness and
hotness made Stanlee squirm.  Inch after inch he inserted until he felt
the tickling hair on his ass.  He couldn't believe he was taking a cock
that big.  He burned around his sphincter.  He jumped as D began pumping
him, the PA knocking on his door bell.  "Oh my God!  Fucking open me up
daddy.  Fuck me!"  Damien grabbed his long hair and pumped hard and loud
like a horse rider, as the bed began to shake loudly.  "Goah-damnit!"
Harder and louder, skin slapping, Stanlee could barely speak.  All that
showed was the white of his eyes as they rolled back in his head.  His
mouth hung open, strips of saliva flew out of his mouth as he was fucked
so hard his ass turned red from D's groin slapping.  He flipped him over
and mounted him.  Stanlee's feet were pressed up against D's nose.  He
moaned as he sniffed the funky sweat between his toes.  As he rabbit
fucked Stanlee, sweat rolled down the crack of D's ass. He repositioned
and Stanlee sat on his cock.  As he bounced hard he threw his sweaty hair
back.  "Release me!  Free me!"  Stanlee was gone, cum shot all over D,
the bed, the floor.  He didn't notice comic pages falling all around
him.  They had been in the air and now they were dropping to the floor,
some catching fire.  He shook while on top of D uncontrollably.  He
wobbled off D's cock and licked clean the cum from D's abs and kissed D
passionately.  Damien then sat on Stan's face as he jacked his meat.
Stan licked and smelled D's salty ass.  Damien then stuck his cock all
the way down his throat roaring loudly as steaming hot cum shot down
Stan's throat.  He swallowed with his eyes close and opened them to find
himself alone, still tasting the cum.



The next day Stan walked up the store pale and toned, glistening but with
dark circles around his eyes.  His was messy and it hung shading his
eyes.  He had never felt so strong, but he could do anything now that
Damien was a part of him.  Brodie exited the door fixing his pants.
"Hey dude, how's it going?" he asked nervously.  "Dude you look like
shit what happ-" Stan grabbed his throat and looked him over.  He smiled
and walked into the store.  Tad looked up from the counter and saw the
gauntly looking Stan walk toward him (slow motion).  Stan grabbed him and
ravenously kissed Tad looking out from the pages of this story at
you...the reader.  He took Tad by the collar into the back room.  All that
could be heard was a loud bone chilling deathly scream from Tad.



As Brodie tried to compose himself he saw Damien staring at him from the
alley in a long black leather jacket across the street.  I don't do
black but what the fuck, Brodie thought.  When he met Damien in the
alley, he got on his knees, and Damien forced his dick down his throat.
Brodie couldn't breathe.  He tried to fight but Damien took his last
breath from him and threw him aside and walked off in the evening sun
leaving his lifeless body.



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