Glenn II: Tom Get's the Hint
By: DKINNY
This particular Saturday morning for Glenn was not starting off a
good one. He had a few things working against him. He was broke and
couldn't afford to go out that night, and he was having women
problems. To make matters only worse, he was riding the public
transit to his job on a day that he was supposed to be off. After a
few too many drunk driving charges, he could no longer afford to
insure a decent car. He was stuck driving older cars that always
broke down.
Glen had just arrived at his job at one of the more upscale private
owned gym chains. Patrick also worked there and was the nephew of
the owner. He was around 20 cute and fit and a smaller build. At
first Glenn hated him and wanted him out of his way no matter what it
took. Then to his suprise they became great friends and maybe a
little more. Glenn was by no means a fag, but Patrick and him shared
a secret "bud" type arrangement to help keep Glenn sexually
fulfilled when he couldn't hold down a steady girl. It was not that
he had any problem attracting women, with his large well muscled 6.3
210 pound frame, and his cock on the verge of 11 inches. It was
keeping them. Glenn's job was in jeopardy time and time again and he
was no longer allowed to carry on as a whore at the gym with the
female members. There was always some problem with the women in
Glenn's life. Or they couldn't deal with his lack of financial
stability and partying all hours of the night. Of course his whoring
around got him in trouble as well, the times he got caught.
The girl, Roxie, that Glenn considered to be somewhat his property
was no prize, but could screw all night, was bisexual, and
didn't seem to be as demanding as some of the more classy women that
found fault with him. He met her at a strip club one night when she
was a spectator, not a dancer and they hit it off in no time. Roxie
was a safe bet for now because of not being as big of a risk if he
ever got caught fucking around with Patrick, after all she was bi as
well. One other thing that made him go wild was she had this strange
habit of poking her finger into his asshole right before he came. It
was the hottest thing and he loved it way more than he wanted her to
know. They were having problems now because her snobby ex boyfriend
was trying to get back in her pants again. Tom had really starting
to become a problem and caused a lot of fights when he would spoil
her and send expensive gifts and flowers that Glenn simply could not
afford right now.
Glenn got through most of the day and really was looking forward to
closing time. The gym closed around 8, he would do his usual routine
of working out around 7 with a few buddies. Then he would take his
evening shit and shower and head out on the town to party it up.
That is if by some miracle he found money and a car to use.
He was just halfway through his workout later that night when Patrick
approached him and said there was a guy in his office that wanted to
talk to him. Patrick also commented that this guy was a total dick
head and that Glenn would not like the attitude either and could deal
with him anyway he saw fit. Patrick would keep guard outside the
office door. Patrick was well aware of what Glenn was capable of and
did his best to make sure he never ended up on the wrong side of him,
literally.
"I hear you're the dirtbag that Roxie hangs with" said a
real cocky Tom. "Say what man, you don't even want to piss me off
today after the shit your causing" Glenn responded as he was sizing
up this guy that he totally did not care for. Tom was not a whole
lot bigger than Patrick, had to be early 30's, and totally arrogant
and preppy. He appeared to be wearing expensive clothes as
well. "Well all I can say is that your going to loose her and she
will be mine once again, its just a matter of days now, besides, I
bet that a wanna be bad boy closet queer like you is only with her so
you can have her stick her finger in your ass, that's been a habit of
hers for years" At that Glenn totally snapped, had Tom knocked out
of his desk chair and on his back so fast. Tom head hit the thin
carpeted floor so hard that he was light headed and seeing stars.
All in seconds he was laying on the floor on his back with Glenn
sitting on him and holding him by the neck. "oh yea, you think I am
a fag and like to have things stuck in my ass? Well let me show you
just how much I really do like that…since you like causing shit so
much, you can smother in it for awhile, haven't gone yet tonight"
None of this was making any sense to Tom as he saw Glenn squat over
his feet and drop down his perforated gym shorts. He could feel his
toes brushing against the elastic of the crotch area of Glenn's
jock strap. Then he could feel the deep hairy ass crack begin to
engulf them as they were poking against his tight sweaty asshole. He
was almost ready to laugh when suddenly a small dumbbell that had
been on Glenn's desk rolled off and knocked him out the rest of the
way. When Glenn lost his temper and sent Tom flying out of his chair
he had bumped the desk and got it rolling around.
It only took a few minutes for Glenn to get into action and start to
work Tom's entire legs up his ass. He had done this once before
with someone who crossed his path and was getting good at it. Tom
came back to from the unexpected hit on the head to find his entire
lower body, waist, and wrists were up inside Glenn's ass. His clothes
were all stripped off and in a pile next to him. "what are you
doing" cried Tom "please stop this is going to kill me, I promise, I
will never get near either of you again." ugh, well I guess its just
a little too late for that now, if I try to pull you out now its
going to make a real bad mess in here with all that shit you pushed
back up my guts. Besides, its going to give me great pleasure to
feel you inside me being turned into a big log of shit" By this
point Tom was almost in tears begging to be let go and Glenn was
laughing hysterically. This was almost as much fun as swallowing
shrunken guys, but full size, this was the only way to deal with
them, for now anyway. They always ended up in the same place
anyway. Tom came to the realization that this was the end when all
he could see was Glenn's ass and lower back. He was still trying to
understand exactly how this could be happening. One more loud grunt
from and Glenn could feel Toms face sliding into his enlarged asshole
and then stop when his nose got caught. That's it he thought, from
now on head first. He reached down and using his big strong hands
was able to force the rest of Toms head into his ass with one steady
somewhat painful but pleasant motion. His ass slammed shut over Toms
head and he was able to stand up. It took a minute of twisting and
flexing his lower body to allow his guts to compensate for the newest
visitor. After a few minutes he let out a loud wet fart and felt
better.
It was now closing time and he had to act fast and cover up his deeds
now. He straightened up the office furniture, stuffed Toms clothes
into the trash basket, and his wallet. He now had some cash and what
looked like the keys to an expensive import. He left the office and
could see Patrick standing there with a smirk , "are you all done
in
there" yea, just make sure you take out the trash tonight and
don't
leave it for morning" with that Glenn showered and changed and
headed for the parking lot. Pressing the buttons on the remote he
had in his hand he saw lights blink, indicating the car he was to
drive out of there. He now had cash and wheels to use for maybe a few
days before abandoning it. Now it was time to go fuck his girl good.
As Glenn is walking toward the car, (Tom's car) Tom can feel the
slime coated shit tunnel flexing and rubbing against him with each
step. He can hear and feel a cushioned thud as Glenn sits down on the
car seat and the vibrations of the cars engine start to resonate
through his lower body. Tom realizes that the air is getting thin
and he cant last much longer in here as another fart blows out just
below his head and he is getting squeezed in tighter and farther away
from where he went in. Tom begins to doze off and awake sometime
later to frantic rocking and shaking and an occasional spec of light
coming in through the tight asshole. However he soon figures out
that he is not as close to it anymore as he once were. The reason
for the flashes of light turn out to be a nicely polished female
finger nail probing into the hole as Glenn is fucking her. Just as
it was in Toms hole before. The world is getting real blurry and Tom
is having a hard time breathing as he is becoming more and more
encased in the stinking excrement. Finally he can feel the rocking
sensation as Glen is getting off and pumping a load. Now there is
no movement at all and he can hear the once rapid thud of Glenn's
heartbeat slowing down. An occasional wet gurgle from the guts
surrounding him and above are all that he can hear. He can only
hope to fall asleep now and never awaken. His body was moving
farther and farther up into Glenn's intestines where it was being
shrunken and formed into a log of shit.
Around 2 the next morning, not that he knew or cared about time
anymore, he wakes up, but in a somewhat comatose state and only
somewhat familiar with his senses and surroundings. Yes, he was still
alive and somewhat human. He can hear voices, and a loud thumping
bass of music not far away. The smell is still just as bad as ever
and the tightness around him has intensified. All in all, his life
is hanging by a thread and he cannot believe he is still alive.
Hours have had to of passed by now. He can hear a ceramic like
clanking sound and then feel a real hard non-cushioned thud jolt
through the large bones not far his tube-like prison. He can sense
the heartbeat picking up slightly and then that horrible sensation
again of air moving over him and the sound of farting. This time it
was closer and louder just as it was when this ordeal all began and
he thought it was all a dream. He could feel himself being moved
again, but this time the opposite direction, straight downward.
Tom's face was being squeezed real hard and tight and rocked back
and
forth slamming into this rubber like wall with slight give in the
very center. One more hard rock and he could feel himself and the
layer of excrement around him being pushed through that opening a few
inches. There was a sensation of cold air, in fact ice cold compared
to the warm humid air he had become accustomed to. He could also
hear the sound of liquid running in a fine but powerful stream as if
a lawn statue water fountain was very close by. Some of the
excrement falls off around his face and he can see again, even though
there is not a whole lot of light. Tom is suffering yet again
another humiliation. He was being shat out another guys ass and into
a toilet bowl of some trashy techno bar that he was sure he would
never be caught in. He can see
that the streaming liquid sound is piss. It is running out the few
inches of cock that he can see the back of hanging below a now huge
nut sack he is facing. He slowly begins to slide down more. He was
hanging inches from the water when he can feel a pinching around his
feet then its released and he drops into the pool of piss and cold
water. He begins to float around with the not so pleasant of views.
He can see a huge asshole pucker and push out a few more lengths of
shit. He then began floating towards the edge of the water where
there is more light. He can see straight up past the enormous and
intimidating semi-erect penis, past the treasure trail, and at the
well defined body of the person who did this to him. With that the
ass lifted up to one side and you could see his big hands begin to
wipe the gaping hole that now had brown smudges on its otherwise
perfectly pink surface. The heavily soiled paper drops right on top
of him. At last there was a lot of light as the hulking form stood
up and was no longer in his view. Then he hears the inevitable
metallic rattle as the toilet is flushed. He was effortlessly sucked
down into a wet dark tunnel and the last of his life was drowned out
in the gallons of water that were carrying him to his wet, foul,
underground grave.
Patrick and Roxie were waiting for Glenn at the bar when as he came
back from the men's room. Roxie mentioned that she was having
fun and hoped that Tom would finally get the hint and stop
calling. "ugh, I think he pretty much got the hint and you wont
hear from him ever again" Patrick and Glenn break into laughter as
they order another round of drinks.
THE END