The little comic book shop of horrors 1
#1 of The little comic book shop of horrors
The little comic book shop of horrors
By GrayLocke
2006
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*THUD* "Owww!" Damn that hurts!
"Open up your eyes bitch!" Yelled my brother Torin. Did I forgot to mention that I have siblings? Well you never asked me if I had any.
Then all of a sudden *THUD* *THUD* *THUD* he smacks my back with his truncheon.
"You sonofabitch!" I cursed at him as I kicked him in the ribs. Of course that monster of a werebear doesn't even flinch. Torin picking my legs and twisting them at an odd angle. "ARGH! You fucking cop! Why don't you go and take bribes like the rest of them!"
You see... Torin is a cop, one that patrols the borders between the human and the werebear neighborhoods, the chief of police knows about us but keeps it very quiet; no one wants to see a raging mass of Bible thumpers spraying their version of Holy water. My brother is just a tad smaller than Rae and a tad less built like him, but that doesn't stops him from being a huge menace.
Once the cobwebs vanished from my eyes he slapped me in the face. I tried to slap him back and in no time 300 pounds of pure six foot six muscled werebear cop was sitting on me, Torin already dressed up in his blue police uniform, "Wake up sleeping beauty, or do you need a kiss from a cock?"
"It's a kiss from a chick you idiot!" I whispered, barely able to breathe, "Not a kiss from a cock!"
Torin grinned in all his shaved glory; oh yeah, he kept shaved his head and his face, looking more like a bull than a bear, "We'll see!" He shouted as he unzipped his fly and seven inches of limp uncut bear cock slapped me right in the nose.
"Nononononono!" I yelled, he used one of his meaty hands to immobilize my head and pulled the foreskin back, exposing his cockhead, coated in a thick and pungent layer of cock cheese.
"I was gonna save it for my bitch at The Razorback but you'll do just fine." I kept my mouth shut and Torin placed his meaty left hand on my nose. I struggled trying to move him off my body but my 250 pounds of solid civilian chunkiness was no match for his 300 pounds of raw cop muscle.
"Open up" he said, his vicious skinhead look intensified as he licked his lips, "Open up bitch, if and Finn and Karl can make a bitch out of you; you can be my bitch too."
My face was turning purple as he was using asphyxiation as a way for me to open my mouth when all of a sudden a low basso growl came from the entrance of my room.
Torin stopped dead in his tracks and let go off my nose, I gasped with a loud "Gah!" And panted like a horse.
"The hell are you two doing?" Growled Morrigan, our mother; then she looked at Torin, "Why is your dick out of your pants?"
"Mom! He's trying to make me lick it and he hasn't washed it in days!" I told her.
Morrigan gave my brother an evil eye look, "Get off your brother and wash that thing. You breakfast is getting cold. I don't want to hear any more rustling in this room," She said with a commanding tone, "Why wasn't I blessed with girls?"
Me and my big mouth said, "There's one on top of me." Torin punched me in the left eye so hard I could hear a small crack in my skull, God that hurts so much.
She growled, "I'm a structural engineer, why can't my children be educated like the Ainmire's?"
My big mouth said "Duh! That's because we're the children of engineers." Torin punched me again, this time in the other eye.
"I appreciate the gesture sweetie," She said to my brother, "But those hands of yours can cause a lot of damage. Now get off your brother and eat your breakfast." And as she left we could hear her growling "Five boys! Augh!"
Torin and I exchanged glances, "Well?" I asked him, "What are you waiting for?" Sensitivity on my forehead returned and the purple marks on my eyes vanishing as the advanced healing kicked in.
My brother chuckled, "Oh yes!" Torin pinned my head again and in a swift motion wiped his cheesy cockhead between my lips and sprinted, leaving me coughing and spitting; that sonofabitch is going to pay as I felt like gagging.
Moments later I walked down the stairs wearing a black Judas Priest shirt, my ever trusty faded blue bermudas and white converse sneakers; right before I washed my mouth with a lot of gargle and scrubbing my lips with toothpaste. Don't look at me like that! Sure I eat cum, I drink piss, I lick armpits and I even eat ass but I draw the line when it comes to dick cheese.
In the kitchen; mum and Torin were eating breakfast. Morrigan was eating her bowl of raspberry muesli and Torin was eating like, well, a bear; on his large plate were sausages, scrambled eggs, pancakes and bacon.
"Where's mine?" I asked.
*Thump* my face was hit by a cereal box. My hands holding onto it before it fell, I glared at Torin who just grinned.
"Asshole," I growled, picking a bowl and some cold milk.
Right after I served my breakfast, the backdoor opened. Paddy, the oldest one of us five arrived; as usual, he yawns and drops his backpack on the kitchen floor. He had these bags under his eyes after a 24-hour shift at the hospital. Paddy's still wearing his white doctor's clothing, a bit of blood sprayed on his front.
The room was silent as Torin and Morrigan were staring at me, "What?" And I realized that they were expecting an acid comment from me. "Oh great, blame the gay guy! What were you two expecting from me?! Crap like 'Hey Paddy, how much do you charge for a pound of ground beef?'"
And Paddy gave me the evil eye stare; then yawned, "I'm too tired to argue with you Miles," He scratched his black haired head and then rubbed his nose, making his bushy moustache wiggle.
"Next time try plumbing. All you need is a skinny brother and a taste for turtles."
*POW* Morrigan smacked my neck.
The backdoor was opened again and Karl stepped inside, "MMMM!" He hummed, "That smells delicious! Is there something for me?" *Thump* I tossed the cereal box at him.
Karl was the second person to give me evil eye; wow, a personal record; two evil eyes before 7AM. Karl wore a white Guayabera that made his brown chest hairs crawl through the embroidered garment, brown slacks and a stainless steel watch.
"Going for the Latino daddy bear look?" I asked him.
"Do you know what happens to cubs who behave badly in front of me?" He asked me.
"I look forward to that!" I grinned. Suddenly the atmosphere in the house changed radically, Torin and Paddy were staring at me. Did Karl and these two have something in common?
The awkward silence was broken when Torin said, "Come on mom, let me drive you to the plant." The two left the house but not without Torin giving Karl a severe look; Karl and Torin aren't exactly amicable. My brother being an officer of the law and Karl having a lawless officiate.
Paddy looked at me and yawned, "I'm gonna get a shower and hit the sack. I have another watch on twelve hours." And left upstairs.
Well, that left me and Karl alone in the kitchen, both sitting and munching on soggy cereal floating in cold milk. He looked at me after swallowing his last bit of cereal.
"Don't you ever say that in front of your mother." His face was somber and threatening.
"And I suppose that shutting up at that moment would sound less awkward, they expect that I have to talk back."
"True, but you never say something like you just said."
"That's because I have new material for my bag of tricks." I grinned, resting my right hand on his left one, giving it a tender squeeze.
Karl's gaze softened and smiled, "I can't be mad at you..."
"Well, I'll try hard to piss you off more often." I showed him a big grin.
He chuckled and raised his left hand, the fingers caressing my right cheek, stirring the golden beard; I suckled on his thumb, the appendage going in and out of my lips.
"That's it..." He said in a soft voice, his right hand disappeared under the table, "That's my boy..."
I jumped a bit as I felt his foot touching my calves, raising slowly when he suddenly pulled the hand from my face.
"We're wasting time, I'll drive you to the comic book shop." Yay! A dream comes true. Finally my degree in Cryptozoology should come in handy.
Karl picked his bowl. When I picked mine I swear I saw through the reflection of the glass next to it that Paddy was peeking through the stairs and was groping his crotch.
I shrugged, me being the youngest one and way past the pedophile expiration date I thought that wouldn't be any surprise that Finn had gotten their cherries popped.
***
The drive was short but slow due to the long traffic lines; it gave time for some petty talk. "Karl?"
"Yes?"
"Did you and Finn rode my brothers?"
There was a pause, "Yes" Was the laconic answer from him.
"Well, this is awkward."
"Is that so?" Karl raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, did you pulled back in the kitchen because Paddy was seeing us?"
"What?"
"I saw his reflection on a glass and seemed to enjoy the show."
"Well," He smirked, "I hope that show will help him get a nice sleep."
"You're sick."
"But you already know that."
"Touché." Then the conversation ended for a few minutes before I asked "Where's Finn now?"
Karl paused for a long time, then said "He's somewhere in England."
"I thought that he hated the English."
"That's why he went there to fuck them."
That caught me off guard, making me laugh. "Seriously, where is he? I haven't seen him in weeks."
Karl looked at me briefly, "He's negotiating with some elves. That's all I can say."
"You're much better than him at that, why don't you go?"
"Because they fear me."
"Who doesn't?"
"You for example. You're the only one with the guts to piss me off."
"That's because I love to see them squirm when you give me the evil eye."
***
We stood before a large nondescript building, as I stared at the doors encrusted on some faded sea foam paint on the walls I said "Is this a money laundering operation?"
Karl gave me a nasty look, "NO, we just haven't had the time to finish the walls." He headed towards the front door, fumbling with the keys and opened it.
"Whoa," I said as the place inside was very nice, a bit too small for my tastes but considering the place the shop was this was better than having no job at all; plus I got to read all the comics I wanted.
"I thought this was going to be a much larger shop. The building is huge but the shop is tiny."
Karl gleamed, "That's because I have plans to put more shops," He extended his arms as if he were showing me a vision.
"Maybe an internet café, another store specializing in RPG games, a sex shop with tinted windows, a manga store. A sci-fi library..."
"You're hunting gay nerds!"
Karl gave me a shocked look. "How could you think of that of your favorite grandfather?!"
"Let's see... Three of my childhood friends are now serving their daddy werebears thanks to you."
He pretended to be innocent, "It's not my fault that I have a good gaydar and that those kids liked hairy men."
"Heh sure..."
"Hey I didn't do anything to them," Karl then leaned closer to me, "Nothing that you don't know I'm capable of..."
"Oookay! I'm outta here!"
"Wait! Wait!" He stepped in front of me, his meaty hands resting on my shoulders, "Just try the job at the counter for a few days. It'll be great!" He literally dragged me upstairs; he showed me a large room upstairs, "This is the manager's office but it's empty right now."
"Hold on! I'm gonna have a boss?!"
"You majored in cryptozoology, not business management."
"But, but..."
"Don't worry, if you fare well you'll be the manager. If not it's going to be probably someone you know."
"Great consolation."
Karl chuckled and rested his left arm around my shoulders, "Relax! You'll do well."
"Really?"
"No, but you know how I love to give my cubs a glimmer of hope before crushing them."
"You're one sick man and they wonder where did I got this sense of humor."
Karl laughed, his face beaming , dragging me downstairs and into the basement. Surprisingly nothing new to see; a robust looking table, just a full bathroom on one side and nothing more than a light bulb shining in the center.
"Nothing." I said.
"See? It's a safe place."
"But this basement is so small and the building is so big..."
"What makes you think that?" He looked at me stick to the walls.
I closed my eyes and shifted a bit, just enough to let the senses of smell and hearing increase profoundly. My nails tapped on the wall, listening for any hollow sound. To my surprise there was none and no strange smells came from it.
"Wow," I said, "You really are clean!"
"See?"
"Must be the years of me snooping around."
"You bet! Thanks to you not even the dogs can sniff my rooms now."
"So all I did here was for naught because you made sure to neutralize the scent effectively."
"What? No, no!"
"Aha!"
"How could you think that from me?!" Karl pretended to be offended.
"We are going in circles Karl. Cut the crap, where's the entrance?"
Karl chuckled, crossing his arms, "You'll have to find out for yourself. Knowing you it will take a matter of days."
"Damn you."
"So what else is new?"
I growled as I continued checking for anything that would allow me entrance, at this point I sounded like a bear cub trying to get out of a cage; all this time Karl was leaning on the table and he was all smiles.
"You're getting off on my despair." I told him.
"You know me quite well." He sank his right hand under his guayabera, fondling the left nipple, "If you want me to tell you how to open it you have to work for it." I looked at him, his other hand unbuttoning his shirt, exposing the dense brown fur pelting his abdomen.
"That is a nice offer..." I said as I approached him; Karl reached with his left hand my chest, his palm rubbing around my right pec, the thumb flicking the hardening nipple. His hand then rose and he grabbed me by the neck, taking me by surprise as I felt the pressure on my shoulder.
"Down boy." Said Karl.
"I'm not a dog."
"Be a good boy and I won't turn you into one."
So I knelt, looking up at Karl with our gazes meeting, not daring to break the eye contact as his right hand unzipped his pant and that thick fucktool just popped out with a life of its own.
My hand gripping the base of that ass splitting cock, shit; it wasn't fully hard and I had trouble wrapping my fingers around it.
"So?" asked Karl.
"So what?" I asked back.
"What are you waiting for?"
"Waiting for what?" Then I heard a grumble from Karl, "I'm just toying with you." I peeled the foreskin, grateful that it was clean and sucked that fat cock into my maw. "Oh fuck..." He groaned, him sinking one hand inside his guayabera and playing with the nipple as I stuffed my mouth with his pecker. Karl's other hand gripping my long hair, guiding the speed between his fucktool and my cocksucker's mouth.
"Oh shit... Oh Fuck..." He grunted, changing the pace as he starting pounding my mouth with his cock, despite it all he was unusually kind, I'm guessing because I'm well... Me; I've seen him riding other's and he's anything but kind.
I closed my eyes, this was best enjoyed by letting the senses of taste and touch be in the driver's seat. My right hand stroking the base of his ample member, the other hand slipping into his pants and tugging those heavy balls out.
There was a rustling sound, Karl's cursing stopped and slurping sounds came from above; another hand fondled my head, way too big to be Karl's. Something warm and spongy touched me; I opened my eyes and saw one of the fattest cock I've ever seen jutting out from the fly of a blue cop pants. I switched hands stroking Karl's cock, my left hand now stroked the hard piece of meat as I wrapped my right hand on the other guy's cock; damn, he had so much frenum I hasn't even peeled the foreskin back off his fat cop cock and the cockhead was tugged downwards.
Shit, that was going to be a jawbreaker but what the hell. I slurped on it and felt his mouthful slipping inside, keeping care that the teeth won't scrape on it as the fat cockhead pushed between my tonsils.
My knees were complaining but I didn't care, I alternated taking Karl's cock and the cop's hard pecker, tasting the precome oozing from the two bears.
Karl and the cop took their turns mounting my mouth, feeding me their cocks when Karl gripped my head hard, thrusting a few times before feeding me his salty seed, seasoned a hint of tobacco. My face buried in his crotch and Karl's pulsing meat spurting his cum down my gullet.
THEN I heard the cop say "Shit, Karl, he's a fucking good cocksucker." And I jumped back from the two as if struck by an electric discharge.
Torin looked down at me with a surprised look; after a few seconds of silence I punched him in the nuts. Hard enough to knock him down and make him kneel, he looked at me with a pained look and I punched him in the face.
Karl on the other hand had this perverse grin on his face, his semi hard cock hanging in front as he lit up a cigarette; he said "This is what you get for throwing that cereal box into my face." That sick old bear had all this planned.
My brother rose, a bit pained from the punch in the nuts and leaned his ass on the edges of the table, "Fuck, you punch hard." He said with a nasty smile, "No kneel back and suck me off."
"Hell no!"
"Aw come on! I'm in the middle of a patrol and I need to get off or I'm gonna bang some unwilling suspect in front of my partner."
In the middle of a patrol? Hm...
I walked towards Torin, Karl looking at me with a surprised look; gathering all my strength I stroked Torin's fat monster, my cop brother moaning as my hands worked his fat bearcock. I said "You like you baby brother stroking you pud eh?" with a lascivious tone.
"Oh fuck yeah."
"Even better than those little punks you're used to pin." I squeezed harder on his cock, knowing a bit of the sexual habits (don't ask me) of Torin's, my left hand slipped into pants, fondling his shaved balls (don't ask me that too.)
"Oh fucking yess.." He moaned, my fingers fondled and caressed the large testicles, tugging the sack and leaving his package hanging out, he jumped a bit when I flicked a finger on each nut but he moaned even louder.
"I'm gonna milk that cop cock of yours, you hear me?" I growled; Karl was looking at me nervously but remained silent, his own member was starting to swell back to life.
I kept talking dirty to him, Torin was squeezing his nipples through the fabric, "Yeah," He grunted, "You're gonna milk my cock... But you're gonna suck it back to life little bro.... You hear me? I'm gonna fuck that tight lil' bear hole... I'm gonna make you squeal like a pig as my copper cock fucks your civilian piece of shit mancu... Grrrr"
Torin trusted his cock upwards, I backed a bit, still stroking his purplish looking cock and I felt the heavy pulses of his fat assplug in my hands. My brother howled as his throbbing fucktool spurted rope after rope of thick bear come, some landing on his face, his chest and his belly.
He licked the semen off his lips, ecstatic that he finally has gotten me to sexually please him. I looked at my hand, feeling a bit sick because I had this asshole's come on them but it was well worth the effort.
"Torin?"
"Yes lil' bro?"
"How are you going to explain your partner in the police car that you have cum all over your uniform?"
There was a loud plop and Karl was curling on the floor, laughing his ass off. It took a few seconds for that bull goon to realize what I had done.
"YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!!!" He screamed as I sprinted out of the basement. It would have been a lovely way to end the story if it weren't for the fact that I slipped on the stairs and Torin grabbed me by the ankles...