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Philippe extracted his cock, not noticing how Chas had slowly bulked up before
his eyes. He dropped to his knees and took Chas by the thighs and tipped him up
and pushed his legs out and started rimming and tonguing his asshole. After he
had opened and moistened Chas's hole, he stood and, with great difficulty,
rolled a condom on the end of his cock.
"Oh, you don't have to do that for me," Chas said.
"It's for me," Philippe answered. He had no intention of sharing his precious
cum with his lover in training. And then he pushed a funnel-shaped object onto
his cock, ran straps around his waist and through his legs and tied them off at
the small of his back.
"What in the hell?" Chas exclaimed.
"This . . . ?" Philippe. "This is for you, my sweet, young, very nice piece of
ass. This will keep me from hurting you too much. It ensures that no more than
thirteen inches can go into you. And there's a bonus for you. See, right here on
the edge of the funnel? Studs, rubbery studs, with rubber spikes, that will give
your ass rim an extra little attention when I get that deep. As you can see, I'm
also putting on kid-leather gloves to make sure that I don't scratch you too
deeply with these nails of mine when we are in the throes of passion."
Chas didn't care about the gloves. He cared about being fucked deeply. "But
thirteen inches? I was rather hoping for . . ."
"More? Well, I am too, but we'll take this slowly. Again, I don't want to waste
you."
"Waste me? What an interesting way to put it."
"Yes, well, over on your side."
Chas did as Philippe commanded him, and, when Philippe draped Chas's right leg
up his torso and entered him in a side split and slowly pushed in and pumped and
churned to an eleven-inch depth. He was stroking Chas's cock, and when Chas was
ready to ejaculate, Philippe withdrew and went to the cock with his mouth,
drinking in all of Chas's manly juices. Philippe's physique bulked up noticeably
and his cock jumped a couple of inches longer and became thicker. Then Philippe
turned Chas on his other side and side split him from there. Chas was bucking
and writhing and moaning when Philippe had gotten to a thirteen-inch depth, and
Chas fairly came off the bed when those spiked studs on Philippe's funnel cock
ring latched onto the rim of Chas's ass hole.
He screamed in pleasure, brought his leg off of Philippe's torso, pushed the
older man to the floor, straddled him from above and took over the pumping
duties. He lowered his mouth to Philippe's and they engaged in a long, lingering
kiss, during which Philippe shoot his load, bursting an already-overstretched
condom and sending his load deep into Chas. As Chas was growing drowsy and
losing his orientation from the venom in Philippe's saliva, the load of cum
exploding and bathed his insides, sending electric shocks of pleasure and power
through him that he'd never experienced before. He could feel his insides
expanding, developing superhuman form and strength.
After Philippe had laid his young lover up on the bed and started to clean
himself up, he noticed the split condom and went into a panic. "What have I
done?" he wondered. "Will he still be alive tomorrow night?"
But Chas was still alive the next night and they repeated their love making.
And, as careful as he was trying to be, when Chas was blowing Philippe, Philippe
once again donated some of his precious precum to a Chas who was growing
hungrier for what Philippe had, but a clever Chas, who was playing docile and
cooperative to sustain Philippe's confidence.
On the third night, Philippe gave Chas his proposal, and the younger man
accepted with enthusiasm and alacrity. When Philippe was strapping on the
funnel, which now was governed at fourteen and a half inches, Chas just laughed,
grabbed it, threw it aside, and drew Philippe into him. Although the second
night, the condom Philippe had used had held, tonight Chas had drawn Philippe's
cock deep inside himself before Philippe had had the chance to sheath himself.
Chas wrapped his arms around Philippe's torso and his legs around his buttocks
and held Philippe inside him, writhing and bucking to encourage the growing of
Philippe's cock inside him. And grow it did, to seventeen inches before starting
to throw off fireworks-producing flecks of precum, which strengthened Chas's
passage and set his chute muscles into contractions and churnings which only
excited Philippe's cock more. Philippe was almost twenty inches in, marveling at
the depth and width that Chas was able to handle, before he gathered all of his
strength and threw off the bonds of Chas's arms and legs and slid out of Chas
just in time to cum all over the younger man's belly and chest.
Chas laughed and hooted all the time Philippe was frantically licking off his
hard torso, searching for every vestige of his magic semen, not wanting Chas to
get any by accident.
When he was finished, Philippe looked up into Chas's laughing eyes. He could
have sworn that Chas had light-blue eyes, but now they were darker, almost a
shade of . . . violet.
The next evening, Philippe wanted to go on the prowl. He didn't fully need to
yet; he'd found that snacking on Chas kept him in trim better and that he
probably could go longer without an extensive feeding now and would never
degenerate as much as he had been doing between renewals. Now he could cruise
without the nagging need to reach a conclusion within a certain time frame. But
tonight he felt ready for another snack beyond Chas and had ordered his
chauffeur to bring the limousine around, even though, if everything went well,
he wouldn't actually need the car. It was time to put the second part of his
plan into operation.
When the chauffeur started around the car to open the door for Philippe,
Philippe met him behind the trunk.
The man had to go. He'd given notice to Philippe. He'd said he was lonesome for
his family in Argentina and had saved considerable money from the special
services he had performed for Philippe. And he had regained his position on a
premier team in the Argentine football league. But Philippe couldn't risk such
loose ends.
"I'm sorry, Ricardo," Philippe said to him. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to let
you go now. Meet my new chauffeur." He turned, and there was Chas, very nicely
decked out in a chauffeur's uniform.
The young Argentine turned to face Philippe with shock and confusion in his
face. Right; he had given notice. He was going, and so what if there was a new
chauffeur.
He barely saw the flashing nails as they descended on him. Philippe pushed the
young footballer down on the trunk of the limo. His cape billowed out and around
them, as his slashing teeth went to the young man's carotid artery in the hollow
of his neck, sank, and drank deeply. He was injecting sedating saliva as quickly
as he was ingesting the hot Latin's blood. at the same time, he was slicing at
the Argentine's shirt and pants with those long, sharp nails. The young man's
struggles quickly dissipated under the influence of the numbing venom, and he
lay there, open to whatever Philippe wanted to do.
Philippe's mouth and teeth went to the Argentine's nipples and tore and suck at
those while his nails shredded the man's shirt off him and then proceeded to
bloody up his chest and belly. Philippe quickly worked his way, sucking and
licking, down the man's torso, and had his pants off and was engorging and
sucking off his cock while there was still time. When the man had jacked off
down Philippe's throat and his sperm had been sucked dry, Philippe munched on
those veins running between the groin and legs briefly and then just rose,
brought his monster cock to the man's ass hole and rammed it in. The man's
channel walls split immediately, bathing Philippe's cock in blood and causing it
to burgeon in size, as Philippe drove in twenty inches, and shot off deep inside
the unfortunate South American. He then just pulled out of the man who had
served him faithfully and well for four years and let the body slide off the
trunk of the limo onto the garage floor.
"Dispose of that, will you, Chas? I'm going to go back in and clean up. I don't
need to go out this evening now." Philippe was very pleased with himself. Both
aspects of his dangerous plan seemed to have worked out just fine. He had taken
care of a domestic loose end and gained a lover and companion all at the same
time.
Chas stood there for a moment, his violet eyes flashing, his chest heaving at
the sensations coursing through his body; the thrill of the kill, even if it
hadn't been his—at least on this evening. Then he dumped the man's body into the
trunk of limo, and pulled slowly out of the garage.
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