Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Loving Hamster
Title: A cumbersome boy pear
Part: Lone story
Universe: Fantasy
Summary: However appealing a sex god may be, friendship is always the
best spring of love, and a big testicle can be too.
Language: English

   ***************** A CUMBERSOME BOY PEAR

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You must be 21 years old or older to read this story.  Themes: male
homosexuality, bisexuality, bestiality, foot and sock fetishism, body
modification, cum bath, furry, fantasy world.  All characters depicted in
the story are adults.  However, some of them look much younger (a
science-fiction story, thus the ScFi, mm, Mm and MM codes).  While it is
technically MM and MF, the story would interest readers looking for mm or
mf.  Date: June 2017, version 1.0

   The story and the characters, including the narrator, are fictional. 
Don't have unprotected sex in real life because you can get very ill and
catch incurable diseases.  STORY CODES: Mm, MM, mm, mf, MF, ScFi, furry,
feet, anal, oral, mast, rom, Mdom, caution ******************

   FOREWORD

   I am Dog, an immortal, anthropomorphic dog with godly powers.  I stand
proudly 7 feet tall.  I live in a castle high into the mountains, on the
island of Gertroponisbimsadroli, where humans venerate furry characters for
their immense powers.  I live in my palace with my companions, Jonas the
angel, a flock of pegasus, three ice witchs, and a tribe of troglodytes.

   All characters in this story are adults or ancient non-human entities of
godly powers.  Some of them have a body resembling those of a teenager, but
with unmistakable differences.  All characters are fictional.

   The list of characters is a follows:
Dog *** Age: More than 1000 years old
Race: a demi-god
Appearence: a 7 feet tall furry character, an anthropomorphic dog who
walks on hind legs and has prehensile hands.  Dog can talk.
Note: Dog is the narrator of the story
Jonas ***** Age: More than 250 years old
Race: a demi-god, Jonas does not belong to any race but is the direct
creation of a long-forgotten god.
Appearence: like a 4 ft 3'' tall albinos, thin male human with very pale
skin, with furry and feathery white wings in its back, and small genitals.
Jonas has no body hair.
Thomas ****** Age: 52 years old
Race: A branch of the human race, for which the body stops to grow at an
early age.
Appearence: Male human.  The body of Thomas has stopped growing at the
age of 13.  Thomas has white fur growing on the back of his thumbs.  This
fur grows only at 25 years old and unmistakingly marks him as an adult.
Michael ******* Age: 37 years old
Race: A branch of the human race, for which the body stops to grow at an
early age.
Appearence: Male human.  The body of Thomas has stopped growing at the
age of 14.  Jonas has white fur growing on the back of his thumbs.  This
fur grows only at 25 years old and unmistakingly marks him as an adult.

   Clann, Annistanea, Sephrana *************************** Age: more than
500 years old Race: Ice witch Appearance: Female human, breastless, thin,
without body hair.  They look like teenager humans only after a mutation
that happens at the age of 50.  Ice witchs have cold blood and a cold aura,
which is unmistakable.

   The kobold servants ******************* Age: various age, all adult
Race: kobold, a race of short humanoids with pointy ears and noses
Appearance: In the story, they are only working and occasionally do menial
and trivial tasks for Dog.

   ***************************

   As a demi-God, it is a disturbing experience in which you are willing to
worship your own worshiper.  Anyway, this happened after Thomas came to me,
with his ball as big as a large pear.

   It is not an easy trip to reach the Circus of Heavenly Clouds where I
reside.  One has to walk through steep slopes, slippery rocky edges, hail
and thunder storms, ici torrents and cascades, colossal cliffs must be
climbed, and ice caps with deadly holes and twisty edges would be the tomb
of many an adventurer willing to reach my home.

   This path is intended for the commoner, the unknown, or the unwanted. 
But there is another way.  I know when someone makes the ritual to enter
the Arch and penetrates the inner courtyard at the bottom of the Mountain.
If he or she is worthy, a secret entrance makes itself visible from a crack
into the nearest cliff.

   However, I was surprised to see that Thomas did not enter the secret
passage as I entitled him to.  Instead, he chose to go through the ordeal
of the commoner's path.  Therefore, I was deeply worried when this human,
who could be no more than 52 or 53 years old, started the climb on foot
into one of the most terrible storm I had ever witnessed below my palace.

   Yes, on the island of Gertroponisbimsadroli, humans do not grow the same
way.  At some point they stop growing, like this little man.  Therefore,
while he was 52 years old, he looked the same as when he was 13, the year
he had stopped growing.  He was fully educated, had a job and was a
well-respected member of the community, he also has a wife and has grown-up
children.  But there is a period where people aged 50 or more wish to break
the daily burden of their lives and act as if they were children again. 
However, their innocence would be faked, their appearent weakness would
dissimulate a genuine strengh of mind and body, and at that time nothing
would stop them from getting what they want.  In such time they are wolves
disguised as sheep.  It is a game, a game they prefer to play with gods or
demi-gods, for their weak fellow humans could suffer from such malice. 
Then they leave their human community and go to live for a few weeks or
more with their preferred god.  Thomas had chosen me, and while I was
probably the most wanted (demi)-god, I was also the most difficult to
reach.

   Therefore, the Thomas I just telepathically bonded was just as cute as
he was old and cunning, but I willingly played the role of the gullible
fool believing he was just a 13 years old kid, and I know he would
willingly play the role of that innocent kid in order to get what he wants,
but in the mean time offering me a genuine demonstration of juvenile
spontaneity that would fill up my heart with the highest level of
hedonistic pleasure.  If he did not, if his roleplay as a kid was not
credible enough, I could get angry and leave him to die of cold on the
glacier.  That was the rule of the game.

   For my palace was a Temple to depraved sexual pleasure, and he knew it
well.  And only the best actor can access it.

   It is without saying that real kids are never allowed here.  For to
appreciate the hedonistic school of Dog, you must receive, when you are a
kid, the most strict and conventional education one can ever imagine.  Only
then can you truly appreciate, when you reach adult age, the terrific
release of all accumulated restrain you have put on yourself in your
conservative human community.

   My link with him being telepathic, I could not well distinguish his
features.  However, I knew that the was wearing warm clothes and was
somewhat prepared for the trip.  I also understood that he had never
considered entering the secret passage, which puzzled me.  I also felt a
heavy burden between my legs, which was not completely unpleasant.  I was
carrying something big, heavy and encumbering, but also precious in some
way.  I went deeper into my meditation to strenghen the telepathic bond.  I
felt joy and pride.  The bond worked both ways, and he must have felt it.
he was not alone anymore in his journey.  It must have been reassuring to
feel my muscular anthropomorphic dog body, my powerful legs and paws.  did
he feel, too, my hunger for love and close companionship?  I was impatient
to find out.  But later.  A terrible ice storm was in his path, and I knew
that, courageous as he may be, he could not possibly survive it alone.

   I called my long-time companion Jonas, and told him about the visitor.
Jonas was an immortal, who chose to serve me and live with me 213 years
ago. His body could be mistaken with those of a 11 years-old, blond-haired
albinos, skinny boy.  But he has angle-like wings white, soft and feathery.
Jonas brought me my saddle, and worked with art to fix it on my back.

   I had no power against the storm, and it would be rude even to me.  I
recollected the landscape and the path he would have to follow.  I felt a
feeling of distress from Thomas.  From the telepathic link he must have
visualized the path ahead and realized the extent of the terrible climb in
a desert of rock and ice.  I managed to find out an adequate plan to pick
him upjust before he had to climb the first cliff with his bare hands and
surely falling to his death, like a few unworthy people did before him. 
The mean and the ugly and the weak-minded I would not help.  This was my
darker side.

   I wished to lick the small penis of my angel Jonas before departing, but
he jumped back and denied me.  It was an elegant move, and he was soon
gliding backwards in a windy wing deployment.  I remembered just in time
about the telepathic bond I had with Thomas at the moment.  Jonas did not
like to share our intimate moments with anyone.  I winked to Jonas and
departed, on all fours, jumping from rock to rock across the stony and icy
mountainous desert.  Soon I was into the storm, but my fur protected me
somewhat from the casual assault of the wind.

   This as no casual wind however.  I struggled to find the scent of my
target, but the fiery wind blew my senses in an explosion of wet and bitter
cold.  I had to trust my eyesight, which was not too excellent.  I
zigzagged to find shelter behind rocky and icy ridges, jumping to avoid
huge packs of snow in which I could have drowned.  The snow storm went
unabated and merciless.  But eventually I went through.

   I found him blocked in a chasm at the foot of the first cliff.  At this
lower altitude rain mixed with snow and he was drenched and shaking.  I
knew that even with my help he would die on my back in the storm, if I had
put him on the saddle and brought him back through the storm to my palace.
Therefore, I did put him on the saddle, but I headed downward towards the
inner courtyard at the bottom of the mountain.

   Of course I rushed him to the secret entrance.  It was not a damp, dark
tunnel, but an ancient corridor made of polished stone and marble.  It was
dry and wide and very high and well-lit by electric lighting all along and
had central heating.  At the base there was series of rooms where chosen
visitors could change and shower and get warm against huge radiators.  In
one of the locker rooms, Thomas removed his wet clothes and I could have a
better look at him.

   He looked to have stopped growing at the age of 13, he was of average
size for that age.  He had dark blonde hair, approximately cropped and now
in disarray.  He had just a hint of freckles on his cheek.  His large dark
brown eyes and his slightly prominent front teeth made his face especially
cute.  He was athletic and moderately strong.  His face radiated anxiety,
unusual wisdom and intelligence, and betrayed his true nature.  A flaw in
his disguise, but not so unpleasant.  Many visitors would be shaking in
fear at this point, for they knew I could be cruel, but only with ugly and
feeble-minded people.  This is my bad egoistic side: I only tolerate cute
and strong-minded ones.  I was happy Thomas had both qualities.

   Below his belly he had a penis.  If nature denied someone of symmetry
this would have been him.  The dick was 3 inches long, but bent on a 25°
angle, like a boomerang.  The foreskin itself was much longer than
necessary and its final flaps of skin where longer on one side, leaving the
other side with a eight of the glans appearant, while the rest was covered
in a huge cascade of irregular pink moist skin.  The tip of the foreskin
abruptly protruted backward in a last elegant twisted hook similar to a
snail shell.

   The sausage did rest on a gigantic pear-like testicle.  Not a pair of
baby pears like normal boys would carry there, but a big diseased hanging
testicle of at least 300 g.  It was a difform mass of several ill-shaped
big spheres grossly stitched to each other, and the sparsely hairy ballsack
could barely hide all the blobs and inner pustules that would adorn them.

   His legs were well-proportioned and smooth.  He had feet of the "greek"
type, with the second toe slightly longer than the big toe.  His feet
looked a bit rough and criss-crossed by veins, with some irritation marks.
The boy was a hard-working sportsman.

   "You have a cancer", I said, while drying his body carefully with a huge
and soft dry cotton towel.  "Yes" he answered shyly.  "This is why you came
here?" "Yes...  and...  also to see the griffins." Wow...  it is true that
a flock of griffins was nesting in the area.  It is also true that
occasionally they could be seen from the "path" leading to my palace.  And
so this was his excuse to take the hard path?  How cute.  "You'll see
them." "Right?  Oh man yuhu!!" He sprang and turned in joy and excitement,
all naked, colors flying.  I returned to the main subject.  "You did not
like what the doctor was saying, did you?" "He said that he could not save
it.  I lost the first already.  I do not want to do it again.  Never..." he
started to sob, a clear tear was running along his cheek.  I hugged him
against my soft furry arms.  "You don't want to undress again at the
hospital, leaving your genitals exposed to be butchered.  You do not wish
to spread your legs indecently in front of a doctor who will mutilate you
mercilessly withy the pretense that you are sick.  You do not wish your
private organs to be tossed away in a container to be left to rot, waiting
for the incineration in an unmarked plastic bag.  You do not wish to smell
the ether poured onto your skin while they prepare to cut your ball away in
a bloody mess, while the cold air was sadistically eating your heat away
from your body in anticipation of the cruel act." Am I right?  I had
re-awakened the telepathic bond, and all of this I felt and thought just
like he did.  "Yes, you are." He admitted.  He also stopped crying.

   "Well, my friend", I said after a minute of cuddling, I promise you, no
one will do that to you here.  I am a magician, and we will perform a
ritual to cure your cancer and keep your big ball of yours attached to you,
right?" He started kissing me on the cheek and on my snout as a thank you.

   I was moved, because this cancer was not faked, and I knew these kisses
were genuine too.  He did not came only for pleasuring himself, but also
looking for a cure for this terrible disease.  Not just the easy cure of
amputation, but the cure that would allow him to have sex again and again.
And for that he had thrown himself into the ice storm to impress me,
knowing he would die in minutes if I did not take the bait.

   Then he jumped in joy and made several backflips to my greatest
surprise. This boy was a talented gymnast!

   "Come, Thomas, I have a surprise for you..." He followed me to an
adjacent room.  There, dozens of costumes were stored, all of furry
characters of various sizes and types.  "You know what kind of god I am,
right?" "Yes, Dog.  Your are the Master of Furry, the Hedonistic Master of
Heavenly pleasures, the King of Laziness, and ..  uuuuh...  the Perverted
Beast." his face went red.  "Yes man!" Do you like furry?  I also have
standard clothes and pajamas, blue jeans, sweaters, pull-overs, socks of
all kinds, whatever you want..." "Can I dress as an animal
pleeeeaaaaaase...." It was not a question.  There were a dozen costumes his
size.  First he wanted to be a tiger, but the costume was uncomfortable
because of his handicap.  Then I got an idea.  I took the kangaroo costume
and I quickly arranged it with my sewing machine that was always at hand.
In that costume he could put his ball in the front pouch by inserting it
from the bottom, and locking it securely with a series of fasteners.  "How
is it?" "AWESOME!" he said while looking into the mirror.  Now he was a
light brown kangaroo with cute pointy ears and a trailing tail...  and a
front pocket with a 300 g testicle in it.

   I led him into the huge corridor adorned with a bright red carpet, we
went up gigantic carpeted marble stairs.  Huge statues of good-natured
furry gods and demi-gods adorned the most majectic fly of steps.

   At first he hopped and bounced and sprang, but soon he had to admit he
was tired.  After a while I put him sitting on my shoulder.  His front
pouch was resting on my neck.  I felt it pulsating with life and hope. 
After 3879 steps up and three times as much ahead, we finally arrived.

   Thomas was now asleep, so I brought him to the bedroom of the three ice
witches.  These many-centuries old immortals had the appearance of young
teenage girls.  In ancient times they lived in a cavern nearby, but as I
built my palace I invited them to dance and sing for me.  They loved music
and all the nice music instruments that I bought from the city of humans. I
gave them a huge bedroom.  It was round-shaped with columns of white marble
all around, a huge bed, a scene for playing music and singing, and a stone
bath connected to the clear and cold sources of the nearest glacier. 
Around the bath were all sorts of scented soaps and creams.  There was no
closet or wardrobe, as the ice witchs never wore any clothes.

   There was Clann, the tallest.  She was always cold in nature, in body
and in character.  Her skin was greyish white, her eyes blue grey, her hair
cinder white, long and wild.  She was 5 ft 2'' tall, slender, with long
feet and hands.  She spoke only the ancient language of her race, long
forgotten by all but her two sisters.  She played the flute, and would
often sing alone, standing on the highest peak, in the coldest night and in
the direst storm, and her song would bring sorrow and a cold heart for
every dweller of the mountain.  Like her sisters she had no breasts and her
skin was smooth and hairless.  One could mistake her from a 13 years-old
human girl from afar, but make no mistake: her heart is hard, she will not
forgive any misstep, and she has walked the island for countless centuries.
She frightened even me, and I avoided to be alone with her.

   Annistanea was the most sophisticated.  While she wore no clothes, she
always wore elaborate hair dress and delicate earrings.  She was blonde and
the smallest of the three sisters.  She was a painter, and she made the
three huge portraits of her and her sisters, 15 feet high, that adorned the
walls of their bedroom.  Most of the scented soaps and creams belonged to
her, as she had willingly adopted some of the customs of the human women.

   Sephrana was looking human in every respect.  She was just five inches
shorter than Clann, her skin was the same color as those of humans, while
her hair was chestnut blonde and slightly curled.  Like her sisters she was
centuries old and literally cold-blooded but looked like a young human
teenager, breastless and smooth.  She liked company of other races.  She
played the violin.

   The bedroom looked empty.  I removed the kangaroo costume and rolled the
naked Thomas into thick, soft and warm blankets.  I saw Thomas sink into a
dreamless sleep.

   Little did I know that as soon as I left, the three sisters emerged from
behind the marble columns.  Thomas eyes wer half-open and he saw them
coming.  He had faked falling asleep on my shoulders to make himself more
childish.  10/10.

   Now I could feel that Thomas' penis was fully erect.  That alerted me.
Sitting on my throne far from the bedroom, I connected to his mind one-way,
witnessing the follow-up, sharing his feelings, but not mine.

   The three sisters cornered him in the middle of the bed.  I felt his
surprise when he felt their cold blood nature.  Sephrana was the first to
extend her hand.  With her left hand she cold-touched his naked body
sensually to accustom his skin to the cold.  With her right hand she openly
and deliberately fiddled with her clitoris with wet fishy sounds.  The body
of her sister Clann started to glow an eery blue so Thomas could plainly
see the wet fingers of Sephrana acting.

   He did not last long.  I subtly opened my telepathic bond the other way
to urge Thomas not to restrain himself in any way.  He gently assaulted
Sephrena, forcing her to land on her back, and penetrated her.  After just
a few vigorous strokes, he ejaculated into the wet and cold vagina of the
ice witch, kissing her face wildly.  I felt that the curved shape of his
small penis offered a wonderful sensation when he penetrated Sephrena.

   The two other sisters were not jealous.  The sisters had plenty of
visitors and Thomas would stay for a long time.  They gently repacked
Thomas into the warm blankets and continued to cuddle him.  He did genuinly
fall asleep this time.

   The next early morning, well before Thomas was awake, I had another
visitor.  He made the ritual to gain access to the tunnel at the bottom of
the Mountain.  While the storm has abated somewhat, the morning was bitter
cold on the mountain.  His name was Michael.  I could feel from his stature
that he had stopped growing at about 14, but his recent memories told me
that he was now in his thirties.  He was not smart and not a good actor and
I briefly thought about plainly dismissing him.  However, I wondered if
Thomas would have liked to play with Michael, or with Michael's body.  As
usual I could not directly see Michael's features or describe him
completely only with my telepathic link, but I opened the tunnel for him.
Since Michael was thickly dressed I telepathically instructed my kobold
servants to prepare for him the perfect attire of the lazy teenager in
summer.  While I would impose nothing specific on him, he understood the
purpose and choose long red shorts, an ill-matched white and black T-shirt,
and plain blue plastic sandals without heels.  I was reassured that after
all, he could act reasonably well.  I felt the guy was plainly and strongly
in love with me, and he was a devout.  By our very first telepathic link he
would convey me his desire of the most barbaric and dirty fetishist
desires.

   Michael was ready and thirsty for anything, and that would suit me well
in the present day.  I just hoped he was not ugly, or I would be very hard
on him.

   I received Michael in the throne room.  I told him: "Are you ready for a
few challenges?" "Yes, My Lord" he answered, bowing.  "You are hungry?" I
asked, seeing a bulge on his shorts.  "Yes, my Lord." He was rather tall,
with blonde hair neatly cropped.  He was handsome, with a muscular but thin
torso, long and delicate legs, an ovale face with brown eyes, and nice
smooth feet.  He was white-skinned but moderately tan from the beginning of
summer.  I started a telepathic link and nearly dropped to my knees.  His
sexual appetite was awesome!  I had no choice but to give him something
now, anything else would be torturing him in denial.  "Tell me something
dirty, Michael."

   If I had thought him unworthy, what he said next would evaporate any
doubt I had about him.

   He kneeled down to his his belly, imploring:

   "My Lord Dog, I want to fuck you in the ass, I want you to fuck me in
the ass, I want to lick your feet, I want to eat your cum, and want to kiss
you everywhere and also on your big dick, I wish to drink your hot piss and
eat your shit.  I want to cumbath in the semen of you and any creature you
would point out to me, I would lick and kiss the feet and the socks of
every people you point out to me.  I want you to humiliate me and make me
feel wet and dirty.  Lord Dog, take me and hurt me and soil me, I beg you!
Bring me dicks and vaginas, penises and clitores, feet and hands, beasts
and animals, drown me in a sea of goo, make me breed with beasts, higher
and lower creatures.  Take me in your world of savage pleasure,
pleaaaaaaase."

   This made me hard.  My 2 feet long hot red dog penis went out of his
shaft.  I jumped from my throne with a growl and drooling.

   "Naked!" I commanded, while walking to him, leaving a trail of precum
and drool on the white marble in my wake.  He hurriedly obeyed.  He had a 5
inch erect penis, uncut, dangling from left to right, above walnut-sized
testicles, and just a hint of pubic hair.

   I seized him and rolled on my back.  I put his naked body against my wet
dick.  He started to kiss and suck greedily, even if it was way too big for
his mouth.  I made him fuck my dick with his hands and feet.  His modest
dick was also against my shaft and he came quickly with little cries of
pleasures.

   I covered him with my arms so my ejaculation would not disperse in the
room but would bounce back entirely on his naked body.  I came a lot.  More
and more powerful blats of sperm erupted from my big knotty penis and
covered Michael of a thick layer of goo.  Again and again it slammed on his
face and chest, and rivers of semen pouret onto his legs, feet, and
testicles.

   The cute voice of Thomas broke out from afar: "Dog, can I have some
breakfast?  Do you have cereals?" Just as if he did not see anything
special happening...  "Here is the breakfast" commented Michael meekly. 
Thomas came closer.  I retired in my apartment and had a shower.  "Wow.  I
think I will rather have nature yogurt" said Thomas, who was still naked
after getting up.  "Come, sit you big pear of your in the puddle and enjoy"
said Michael.  Thomas stepped into the puddle of "nature yogurt", wetting
his bare athletic greek feet.  Then he sat into it and his big ball went
also wet.  "You make me a cuddle?" pleaded Michaël.  Thomas took Michael in
his arms and they exchanged kisses and caresses and a lot of goo.  Thomas
put the slimy hand of Michael on his own erect dick and was rewarded with a
sweet handjob.  He came for the second time.  Soon they were both covered
in nature yogurt of Dog.  They started licking at each other face, hands,
feet, arms, pear and all the rest until they had swallowed it all.  They
also licked the floor clean.

   "That was awesome!" exclaimed Michael.  "I am still hungry." protested
Thomas.  Maybe we could have orange juice now..  I mean real breakfast...."
Thomas was frowning at his suggestion, fearing that I would interpret the
wrong way, and looked worriedly at my throne, but I was long gone.

   "Yes, said Sephrena, who suddenly appeared from behind the throne.  You
two have breakfast with me and my sisters.

   The three sisters witches and the two small men spent the day together
playing cards, looking at home cinema and bathing in water and perfumed
soap.  The sisters provided the two small men with real clothes and socks
so they could be very comfortable.  In the evening they went outside to see
the sunset together.  The next day they listened the Sisters playing music
and Annistanea made the portraits of Thomas and Michael.  They became great
friends and completely forgot about me for two entire days.

   At the end of the second day Thomas and Michael went for a walk outside.
They had retrieved their own clothes and shoes and were holding hands.  "I
heard you the other day..." said Thomas.  "Were you serious about eating
Dog's shit?  This is insanely disgusting.  I wish to puke just thinking
about it." "I"m not sure...  we all have our own dreams.  I was madly in
love with Dog when coming here, but after we had this breakfast...  I don't
know, I think he is too violent for me." "So you are not in love anymore?"
"I don't think so.  I prefer to be with you.  Would you stay here long?" "I
like Sephrena" answered Thomas.  "And you too" he quickly added.  Thomas
continued: "So you will eat his shit or not?" 'cause I do not want to be
there when it happens..."

   "No, I won't" sait Michael, who squeezed Thomas' hand harder.  Michael
started to cry, ashamed of being such a wind vane.  "Next year I will go on
holidays alone", said Thomas.  If you still like me so much at that time,
you can come with me.  We will sleep together and have fun." "Real?" "I
promise." "Dog will heal your testicle, right?" "You know why I swallowed
all this cum with you the other day?" interrupted Thomas.  "You seemed to
like it." ventured Michael.  "Did you?" "I thought I would.  But it did not
taste as good as I thought." "I liked it, and I did it to please him.  But
what I really wanted was to be fucked in the ass by Dog.  But he did not
even ask what I wanted.  He left." "Do you think Dog will ask things from
you to heal your cancer?" "He bought me with his power.  I do not like it."
"What will you do then?" "I will go to the hospital, I will spread my legs,
and I will let the doctor butcher my genitals." Thomas let go a tear.  He
was terrified.  "I will hold your hand when it happens." said Michael.

   The following morning, I dismissed them.  They descended back to their
human city at the bottom of the mountain.

   When Thomas went to see the doctor again, they would find out that his
testicle is fully healthy.  Of course I had cured Thomas with my powers the
very first day, when I inserted his big ball into the kangaroo pouch.

   It was not the first time visitors deserted me, but this time Thomas
plainly told me that I was an ass and abusive.  After they left I ran alone
through the woods hoping for a pack of wolves to eat me.  I howled my
frustration and anger at myself for being such a dick.  I prayed to become
a little man and have a true little man friend, but there was no one above
me to answer my plea.  I let the sisters and Jonas run the palace by
themselves, I eventually found a pack of wolves in the woods, and I lived
with them for three generations.  Jonas eventually found me.  I was wild
and declining and powerless.  I could not speak anymore.

   Today I am back in my palace.  I still have visitors, but I respect
their feelings.  I have a few little man friends who chose yo stay living
with me, and people call me Cuddle Dog.  I demolished my throne and put the
portrait of Thomas in its place.

   EPILOGUE

   While the two little men passed the Courtyard at the bottom of the
Mountain, Michael said: "You phone me.  Don't go to the hospital alone."
"Michael, would you like to make love to me a last time, before we go
home?" "Sure!" "Do you think you could.  Hum....." and he whispered
something in Michael's ear, despite the fact that no one was around to hear
it.  Michael whispered back something and they giggled.  Michael smiled to
the ears.  He sat on a rock and unlaced his walking shoes.  His socks were
heavy fashionable hiking socks, mostly blue and gray.  They were moist and
warm.  Thomas removed his shoes and pants and briefs.  He sat half naked on
the floor, the cold stone against his butt and pear.  Thomas started to
masturbate, while Michael was teasing him and presenting his feet (with the
socks) to smell and caress.  When Thomas reached a climax, Michael worked
directly on his dick with his feet until he came.  Thomas wetted his
friend's socks in a big sigh of relief.  "Remove your socks", instructed
Thomas, "I want to see how your toes move when you come into my ass."
Michael's penis was way bigger than Thomas, and Thomas' ass was virgin and
tight.  Michael had to use his fingers and saliva to make a passage.  It
was awkward and time-consuming, and all the the Thomas giggled in delight
while Michael was gently molesting his ass and fumbled awkwardly with his
fingers.  It failed numerous times, but each time Thomas instructed his
friend to go on.  Eventually Michael had to force his long finger inside,
extracting a cry of pain from his lover.  "Sorry, I..;" "Aaaaaah, that's
wonderful...  continue..  break me Mike, aaaaaaaah!" Michael tried a second
finger but it was just impossible..  "Break me with you penis, Mike,
pleaaaase, force it inside." Michael's dick was 5 inches long and very
hard. Michael tried to push it inside but they tripped and nearly fell to
the ground.  Thomas, who still had his socks and shirt, removed all his
remaining clothes and gripped the rock firmly.  Michael removed also his
sweater and T-shirt (his only remaining clothes).  He caressed the big pear
of Thomas so his penis would gain half another inch in excitement.  Then he
firmly gripped Thomas' shoulders and forced himslef inside the tight ass.
Thomas muffled his cries.  Michael felt all the intricate details of
Thomas's anus all along, until he bumped against the resctum's entryway. 
Michael slowly raised his friend from the rock and sat on the floor, Thomas
sitting on him, still impaled on his dick.  Michael started to fumble with
Thomas' little crooked flaccid cock.  "All my socks for you.." he said,
wiggling the toes of his now dirty feet in plain view of his friend. 
Thomas had a second painful erection.  Mike masturbated Thomas.  Thomas
gathered his strength and with his powerful guymnast legs, he started
pumping himself up and down on Mike's dick.  Microwounds started to tear
his anus and the base of Mike's shaft started to show blood stains.  But
Thomas did not stop pumping until Mike came, all gasping and sweaty. 
Michael stayed inside for a few minutes, all drooling love words over his
friend's neck.  Eventually Michael removed his cock which was a flaccid
bloody shitty mess.

   They put their clothes back.  They felt dirty and happy.  They kissed a
last time, before next summer....

   THE END - for now

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