The little comic book shop of horrors 2
#2 of The little comic book shop of horrors
The little comic book shop of horrors 2
By Sixclaws
2006 - 2008
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Chapter 2
"Hey," I got shook.
"Hey," I got shook again.
"Hey," I got shook once more. I turned around with my still bruised face.
"Jesus Christ," Said Paddy, "Torin really did a number with you."
"It was well worth the beating." I replied with a smile.
"You sure?" Paddy raised an eyebrow, "He's been bragging how much you liked his dick."
"WHAT?" That really woke me up, "What's that skinhead saying?"
"He's no skinhead you know."
"Then why Dave is his partner?"
"That's because the chief of police assigned them together."
"If you say so, those two seem to have a lot in common."
"Dave doesn't know Torin likes men." Really? That's something I'm going to exploit.
Paddy looked at me frown, "You didn't know?" He asked.
"Of course I do!" I lied; one of the advantages of always telling the truth was that you could lie anytime.
When I tried to rise from the bed I cringed in pain; Paddy looked concerned, "Turn around."
"Is that an indecent proposal?"
"Just shut the fuck up and let me check if your bones healed the right way."
Paddy's hands are soft... I could feel them rubbing my back, tapping and nudging when all of a sudden he said "Aha!" And squeezed a knuckle between my ribs. The most blinding pain struck me as the rib bone was moved by sheer pressure, me collapsing onto the bed.
"There you go, painless bone rearranging."
"Fuck you. I hurt so much you made me pee."
Paddy grinned, his moustache wiggled as he turned me on my back, I was still reeling from the pain when he checked if I really peed.
"You sick pig!"
"Intense pain really does that to you..." Paddy smiled, his fingers damp as he licked the drops of urine from them, "Nothing like tasting some fresh brewed bear piss in the morning."
I swung my right arm at him, and then my back protested and just managed to tap him. Paddy easily pinned me on my back with his hands, he whispered in my ear "It's time for me to charge the doctor's bill."
"Hell no!"
"Hell yeah." And he pulled my dick between the slit in my boxers, his mouth taking it to the base. Damn he was good giving head, and that tongue...
A low growling sound came from the entrance of my room, making Paddy jump and hitting the back of his neck on a cabinet while I tried to sit upright and in the process landed on my face in the floor.
Torin was standing at the entrance laughing his ass off, "What do you think of my impersonation of mom?"
Then, Paddy and I agreed on something, we pounced at our brother who I knew was dick enough to stand as if he could take the both of us, but he couldn't; our wrestling kept on until we rolled down the stairs and landed in front of the kitchen.
Then the real low growling sound coming from Morrigan stopped us dead on our tracks. "Having fun you three?" She asked, fuming as we almost hit the cabinet loaded with her fine china.
"Uh yeah," I said, "We wanted to see if we could hit the cabinet." Paddy smacked my nape.
"You two," She spoke to Paddy and Torin, "Go eat, and you," she pointed at me; "Take a shower."
So these two went to get an early meal; me heading for a nice hot shower. I was dozing under the warm water, letting it rinse the soap of my body; mmmm finally some alone time...
I was finishing rinsing when the curtain was drawn, making me jump when my brother Neil popped in.
"What the fuck?!" I shouted.
"Move it Miles," He said as he pushed his golden furred frame inside with me.
Neil is a year older than I; he decided to work with evil oil companies and mom has a shrine loaded with lit candles with Neil's picture in the center since he works at an oil rig up there in the northern sea.
"When did you came?"
"Right after I give your ass a good ride."
"Fuck off."
"I'm gonna need your help for that."
"No fucking way."
"Oh shut up you big girl, it's not the first time you and I played with each other."
"But that was more than ten years ago."
Neil grinned fondling his cock, "That's not going to be a bother isn't it?" He growled, "I heard that you and Torin had some fun yesterday..."
I checked Neil out; he was much larger than I, him getting the genes from my mother's side. Working hard at an oil rig gave him these fucking thick arms and bulging pecs, his legs looked like tree trunks and he sported a beer belly; all of that crowned with dense honey golden fur like mine except on his beard which was a much darker tone; sort of the golden brown you get from caramel.
"You checking me out lil' bro?" He whispered, his left hand fondling my cock, making me jump.
"Shit Neil, what the hell happened to your hands?" I asked him.
Neil chuckled, "I'm a fucking blue collar worker, what were you expecting?"
I held his right hand, touching the heavily calloused palm, then I checked the left one and was the same.
"What the hell did they made you do?" I was concerned.
Neil chuckled again, "Just what the rest of the guys do lil' bro."
"Oh shut the fuck up, if you had these calloused texture on the soles of your feet you'd be perfect for a guy with a fetish for hobbit feet." I really was sounding concerned.
"You sound like mom," He shrugged, "I'm fine and in a couple of days I'll have silky palms."
"Can you close you hands?" I asked him, Neil showed me; he laid them against my beard and kissed me on the forehead.
"Thank you for caring for me," He kissed me again, this time in the mouth and his rough hands roamed my back as we shared our bear spit. Reluctantly he broke the kiss, "Will you do me a favor? Will you soap me up? It's been months since I had soft hands roaming my bear body and I wouldn't trust anyone else but you to start that."
I growled and sighed, "You're one messed up bear, lower yourself a bit will ya? I can't reach your head well if you're standing up," Neil chuckled, lowering down while I picked up the deep cleansing shampoo.
I popped open the nozzle and poured a generous amount on his head, my fingers sinking inside that fucked up blond hair busted by grease and sea water.
"What the hell were you using on that rig? Kitchen soap?"
"I have no idea, I just picked up the first thing at hand, I was too tired to care."
"?bersexual as always." I chuckled as my fingers worked on that messy, tangled hair.
"What?" He asked, then winced as some shampoo reached his right eye, I guided the nozzle towards his face, rinsing the foam and the irritation, "You know," I said, "Intentionally a schlomo."
"What???"
"Forget it redneck, I'll explain you later." I finished washing his hair, not caring for the conditioner since it would be much easier to shave that mane and see it grow back.
I picked my bottle of body wash gel soap, Neil looked at the large beige bottle. "What?" I said, "It works wonders on fur and skin," Making him laugh.
"Is that a metrosexual thing?" He asked.
"No," I replied, "It means pampering myself from time to time and I have to hide this from that brute."
"Torin?"
"You bet, once he found out this leaves you a silky skin he won't stop using it on that cue ball he calls head, not to mention the rest of his body."
"And you're willing to use it on me?"
"Well... First time is free." I made him smile, I poured some on my palm and began to work on his face as he closed his eyes, my fingers working on his caramel coloured beard. "That beard of yours looks like it was made from candy," I said, rubbing the foamed gel all over his face and neck, hands scrubbing the grime off the ears, pushing him a bit back to let the warm water rinse the soap off.
Neil rose, I looked at his blue collared frame and poured some more of the gel onto my palm; now the fun part began, I rubbed the gel against his chest, my hands making it foam over the dense mat of golden fur and playing with the pink nipples, feeling them harden in my soapy hands, listening to the sighs that came from Neil who just looked at me.
My hands worked on his shoulders, the arms and forearms, shit they were huge, even relaxed his guns felt hard as rock; I rubbed some more gel over his palms in hope to soften the leathery feel on them but to no avail, only time will soften them.
"Raise you arms," I said, my hands scrubbing his hairy pits making him squirm and chuckle, exposing his not so pearly teeth.
"Still ticklish?" I asked and he nodded, my fingers tickling his sides and making him squirm like a worm in vinegar.
"Stop it," He said but I kept tickling him for a few more seconds before returning to his hirsute, barreled chest, my hands scrubbing and soaping towards his round gut, feeling the golden fur tickle my palms.
I thought that he had a soft beer belly, instead I felt a hard gut, "You've been eating like a bodybuilder?"
"When you do the work I do you have to." Then I made him jump when I scrubbed his bellybutton by pushing a finger inside.
Now the really fun part began; I knelt down, watching his fully erect cock pointing at my face; I peeled the swollen member and damn it stank.
"Damn you, this cock stinks!" I scolded him.
"Would you do something about it?" He asked, a shit eating smile planted on his face.
And you bet I did, with my left hand I kept the foreskin rolled back, my right hand rubbing the thick soap gel back and forth over the throbbing tool; my thumb working on the frenum and the fingers busy rubbing against his fleshy helmet.
Neil let out a loud sigh; I looked upwards while my hands were busy cleaning his erect bear cock. He had his mouth agape, from the neck down he was coated in white foam; his fingers were playing with the nipples just as he began to thrust into my hands.
Once I made sure his cock was thoroughly clean I went for his furry scrotum, because of the warm water they hung low at mid thigh; the testes as big as grade A eggs; my soapy hands getting them thoroughly clean, my fingers reaching the back of the sack, they caressing that soft area.
"Oh lord..." He muttered.
My hands stopped playing with his package, he opened his eyes and looked down, I was rubbing my hands over the skin under the dense golden leg fur; whatever he was doing at the oil rig had left him built like truck.
He giggled a little as I began to work on his feet; he raised each so I could work on them, rubbing the calloused soles, my fingers rubbing between his toes.
Neil leaned back a little letting the showerhead soak his front and the warm water washed away the white, soapy foam; exposing the golden fur as he rubbed his hands all over his abdomen; my hands working on the rinsing from the waist down getting the soap off his legs, his package and his feet.
Before I could rise he laid one of his meaty paws over my right shoulder, "Bro, check if there's no soap on my cock."
You sick fuck but what the hell, I knew what he wanted so I puckered my lips, taking his drooling cockhead into my mouth, tasting nothing but his salty precome.
Since Neil was much bigger than I he had his knees slightly bent, that also allowed him to grab my head for leverage as he began to thrust his thick meat into my maw; pushing it as my beard scratched his balls with every forward thrust he gave.
"Shit... Oh fuck... Damn, you give good head lil' bro... Take it all man; take my fat blue collared bear cock into your white collared college cub mouth... Fuck yeah suck it all..." His thrusts increased in speed and force, turning from long a slowly deliberate thrusts into quick but strong jabs, I was grateful for not having a gag reflex at the moment, Neil growled as he kept on cursing, "Git yer cunt of a mouth ready for my boar juice lil' bro... Ungh... Fuck..."
But right then he stopped, pulling his cock just before the imminent pulses, his fat cock pulsed and bobbed, a pearl of cum oozed through the piss slit but nothing else came; when I raised my right hand to stroke his cock, he swatted it off.
"Ow!"
"We're not done yet," he looked down at me. "Work on my back," My hirsute brother turning around, facing the water from the showerhead.
"Damn, I really wanted to get some of that Irish cream." I said as I rose. My hands rubbed the dense mat of golden fur on his upper back, the hairs growing outwards to his sides, leaving a well defined line that trailed over his spine and thinning down until his it vanished right before Neil's hairless asscheeks.
I slipped my fingers under his pits, "Hey!" Hey said before giggling like a kid as I tickled him there. My fingers roamed his lower back, slipping the fingers into his cleft and making him sigh; the moment my slippery fingers touched his anal ring he went rigid for an instant, then he relaxed as I worked my fingertips around it.
"Shit," Neil whispered, "You have soft fingers..."
My left hand laid on his neck, pushing him forward and letting the water slide down his back, rinsing away the dirt the soap took off his frame. Now, I lowered myself again, this time my beard rubbing against the hairless cheeks; the moment my tongue touched his wrinkled ring Neil let out a soft growl, him pushing back for more as my beard scratched around it and my lips touched his asslips.
"Oh fuck..." He growled, I looked up to see movement on his arms, by the way they moved I guessed the he was playing with his nipples; then his left hand lowered down, the rough hand stroked his dripping cock as I ate his pulsing anus, getting it worked over with my lips and my tongue; Neil stopped, turning his head when my ministration to his chute ceased and I stood behind him.
"Neil?"
"Yes?"
And then my cockhead touched his hole, the dripping cockhead kissing his asslips, "Ready bro?" I asked.
"You bet you ass lil' bro!" He growled, I pressed my glans against his tight ring, making him moan loud.
"Six months in that shithole and all of them just fucking human!" Neil growled, his sphincter slowly dilated and the warmth of his rectal passage slowly enveloping my cockhead.
"Can't fuck the bastards and these shitheads can't fuck even if their fucking lives depen..." He sucked his breath and I huffed mine as my cockhead slipped past the tight right, wasting no time to sheathe my swollen werebear cock deep inside his bowels.
I gave Neil time to adjust and then I asked him, "Ready Bro?"
"Ready for what?"
"For this." And I began to shift; the creaking sound of my bones moving, growing, the flesh stretching, fur replacing human hair, claws taking the place of nails...
"Oh oh oh oh oh oh!" He moaned, feeling my cock swelling even more in his arse, the penile bone forming and keeping the cock rock hard even if I became exhausted.
Neil just couldn't stop cursing now that my cock had filled his rectum; but still, he pushed his arse back, hungry to be filled some more.
"I'm not so little eh bro?" I asked him in a growling manner; relishing on the tight warmth of his rectum around my pole, my long werebear tongue licking his neck and my nostrils inhaled his musk still ladden with the scent of engine grease despite the thorough scrubbing.
My handpaws raking his nipples as I thrusted my throbbing bearhood in and out of his warm anal passage. At some point I just closed my eyes and bit the back of his neck, feeling closer to my climax as my thrusting increased in speed and force. The fucker squeezed me hard with his pucker and my knobs swelled, locking me inside him and triggering my orgasm which made me shiver and let out a loud growl, my thrusts becoming erratic as I filled my brother with my cum and still he squeezed me hard enough to actually hurt, I keep forgetting how hard these big monsters can clench their holes.
I was enjoying the feel of my cock filling his ass when all of a sudden the shower curtain was drawn and we both froze. Karl just smirked; to my surprise he was clean-shaven and wore white tank top that just didn't matched the gray slacks and the black shoes. "When you two are done playing you," He pointed at me, "Better get ready to work." I growled at him and sighed, welcome to the world of salary workers.
So I closed my eyes, concentrating on shifting back when I heard the all too familiar wet sounds of a good jacking. I opened my eyes and watched Karl rubbing Neil's pecker with his right hand, his left hand was gently rubbing my brother's neck.
And just like that Neil came; his anal ring literally choked my dick with every throbbing pulse of his orgasm. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!" I yelled. Finally able to pull back and washing my dick, "I bet you can crush a beer can with that pucker."
Karl chuckled and licked Neil's semen off his hand; in an instant he was making a nauseated face. "Are you taking Coke?"
Neil smiled, "Yeah, so?" BAM! Karl smacked him in the neck and in a snap Neil was very submissive "It's not like I'm taking it outside the rig! Six months I work almost non stop and even people like us need something more than caffeine..."
That old bear was pensive for an instant and then said, "I catch you doing that here and Morrigan will be glad to have an excuse to keep you here." Which made Neil cringe, mum's a tough woman, tough enough to frighten Karl; well, not frighten but he's very cautious when she's around and anyone who can make him act like that usually deserves the respect and fear from anyone.
Then he looked at me all wet and pruny, "Why the fuck are you still in the shower?" I rolled my eyes and finished, grabbing a towel and headed to my room. This time I picked a pair of beige cargo pants and a blue Old navy shit, not bothering with the socks and slipped into a pair of super classic white Nike Air Force One.
"I'm done!" I said as I looked around and saw Neil, on his knees and his wrists behind his back and of course Karl was fucking his mouth, petting Neil as if he were a good boy, something inside me made me cringe; mind you I'm still getting used to all that werebear incest crap but sometimes it's too much you know.
Karl looked at me, not losing his tempo and said, "Get in the car."
"But I want to see!" I did a mock complaining.
The old werebear chuckled and growled, "You're killing the mood now shoo." And as I picked the car keys he shouted, "Don't even think about driving it!" Aw man... What a sour puss.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! No wonder these keys were fancy! Karl's prized 1970s Mercedes was there! Even more important, this was a custom made car so he could fit comfortably. Scary though was that this was not exactly a safe vehicle considering all the outdated safety features but that's how he wanted the car to be.
So I waited inside the car, and waited, and waited until that old fart left the house; this time he was in full tuxedo. "Why all the kitsch props?" I asked him as he entered the car and we drove away.
Karl was smiling; he was all groomed up and looked so clean cut he literally looked much younger. "I'm going to a wedding."
"So you're getting the prima noche right?" Yay, I managed to erase that smile off his face.
"That was unnecessary."
"Then why so happy?"
"You wouldn't understand."
"Try me."
"My daughter's getting married."
And I looked at him with a blend of disgust and nausea which he recognized and he felt kinda offended.
"What kind of sick fuck do you thin... Never mind." He took a long pause, "You do remember my biological daughter Emilie right?"
"I remember three hundred pounds of fury." And I got the hardest smack in the neck that I can remember. Thankfully we arrived at the comic book shop, this time it looked even more kept than the day before. The other shops were almost complete now and ready to lure the young and homo and I felt like I was just a pawn in the oh so many schemes Karl had played before.
Karl handed me the keys to the shop, "Remember to close it at seven and don't worry if there's people in the basement; lock tight that door too." Okay that was disturbing. "Don't worry about them, chances are if they are there they deserve to be in it."
And just like that he drove away, leaving me in front of that ugly building and wondering what the fuck was going within the walls of that huge building...