Jordan the Homophobe (Part Two)
As soon as the liquid is in my gullet Jordan climbs off of me with a look of disgust plastered across his face. Jordan pads over to my couch and sits down, then begins watching me. I wonder why the hell I swallowed the liquid, and what it could be, and I'm about to ask when I feel an incredibly odd feeling. It's feels as if someone's attached a tube to my stomach and is pumping it full of something.
To my horror the odd feeling continues. I look up at Jordan questioningly, and to my surprise I see that he is actually sneering at me. The pressure in my gullet keeps increasing, and then suddenly I begin to puke. Spray after spray of a thick, red substance sprays from my gullet, and the pain begins to dim slightly. Alarmed at the liquid that my bed is now drenched in, I close and cover my lips with my paw, trying to hold the substance in. The pain comes back in an instant and I quickly drop my hand and double over.
I wake up to a thick coppery smell. Groggily I open my eyes and get to my feet, realizing quickly that something is terribly wrong. I'm standing in what appears to be a sea of blood. As my eyes start to refocus I realize that I'm in a bedroom, a gigantic one at that. It doesn't take even a second for me to realize that this gigantic bedroom looks identical to mine. From the hole in the wall from one of my skateboarding incidents to the cheap glow in the dark stickers that randomly dot the roof.
Memories bombard me as I look to the empty couch, and I actually have to take a step back to stop myself from falling over. I remember my little incident with Jordan, the vial, and then the pain. I realize in horror that the liquid I drank somehow shrunk me, either that or it fucked me up so much that I'm just hallucinating. I've never heard of a drug as realistic as this, one that makes you puke up blood and then black out, so I decide to stick with the first possibility, well for now at least.
I realize that Jordan didn't drink from the vial, so if I really did shrink he would still be normal size. It takes me a minute to wrap my mind around that. Jordan as a giant, he would be almost like a god to me... he could force me to do what ever he wanted. I quickly stop thinking about that and scan the room, breathing a sigh of relief as I realize I'm alone. I decide that the best thing to do is get myself off the bed, then decide what to do next.
I pad over to the edge and look over. My stomach fills with butterflies and I take a step back. I definitely won't be able to jump, so I'll have to find a different way down. I pad over to my night stand and look at the gap between my bed and it with wide eyes. Taking a deep breath I run the distance and then flex my legs and leap into the air.
My feet just make it but I can't get any traction. My slippery paws slide a little ways, and then with a scream they kick out from under me. I land with a thump half on the bed stand, and half off, the upper half of my body dangling dangerously over the gap. Ever so slowly I pull my self to an upright position, and then drag my butt towards the center of the stand, not daring to get to my feet.
After a few minutes I get enough courage to stand up. Ever so slowly I ease myself over to my alarm clock, not daring to look down at the floor below. I go around to the back and grab the thick wire, pulling with all my might. To my satisfaction it doesn't budge. The sticky pads at the bottom finally did come in handy. I dry off my hands as best I can against the smooth wood of my bed stand, then slowly take the cord in a bear hug. I hold it tightly and then carefully ease myself to the edge. Taking a deep breath I slide off the table and down the cord. Once I reach the base I jump the last little ways and then book it towards my half open door.
I stop in my tracks as the door opens with a loud squeak. I look up as Jordan strolls in, my face awash with a mixture of pure horror and utter wonder. The lion takes two slow steps into the room, the muscle's in his legs moving with exaggerated power. Jordan stops and scans the room. I dare not move, instead I just stare at the muscular behemoth before me.
I thought he was hot before, but seeing this hunk as a giant just makes everything seems so much grander. To me his biceps look like boulders, his veins like ropes, his chest like fields, and his legs like towers. The simplest movements he does are displays of pure power. Every breath he takes makes the muscles in his chest expand and contract. I look down at his crotch and wonder just how big it is compared to me.
I feel two blue eyes lock onto my tiny body. My heart skips a beat and I'm overcome with fear. I turn and run as fast as I can towards my bed. I'm halfway there when I feel the floor shaking. Realizing that I'm in pursuit I force my legs to go faster, faster then they ever have before. Just as I think I'm going to be squashed to a pulp I cross over to the shadows beneath my bed. I stop in the very center and turn, my small lungs gasping for well needed oxygen.
I can see two huge paws, but thankfully my blanket blocks out the rest of the view of the giant. I'm trying to think of what to do when I see the blankets lift a few inches. I fall over backwards as the side of the bed slowly begins to rise from the floor. Higher and higher it goes, until finally I hear a roar and it goes flying over me and into the wall.
My heart begins pounding faster and faster as the lion locks eyes with me and walks over, kicking a shoe box and sending it sailing over my head. Jordan stops a foot pace away from my shriveled frame, and looks at me with pure disgust.
"Your nothing but a bug you worthless runt. People like you don't deserve to live." He says, slowly raising is foot from the floor. I gasp as I realize what is going to happen, and begin crawling back uselessly. The large paw follows me hastily, still steadily raising higher and higher of the floor. My heart drops as I see a flash of light against one of the lions razor sharp nails, and then I become lost in darkness.
As the paw makes its downward descent I notice one of two things. Jordan is smiling, and he is rock hard. I put my hands up in a desperate attempt to stop my inescapable death, but within seconds they collapse from the pressure. I breath in deeply to scream, but then the paw is upon me and I'm instantly smothered.
Thankfully being an otter I can hold my breath for a long time, but this does nothing to help me from the ever increasing pressure spreading across my body. Jordan keeps grinding his foot lower and lower and I know there is only so much I can take. My body is on the brink of collapsing, and I find myself praying to every god I know asking him to forgive me for my sins, and then that's when I think of my mother.
I'm remembering the first day of school, her standing out and waiting for me to go on the bus, when suddenly the weight is lifted from my body. I look up and realize that Jordan is stroking himself above his pajama pants absentmindedly. The way he is looking at me is really giving me the creeps, but I dare not move an inch nor say a word. Right now I'm embracing every breath as if it's a gift, not a given right.
"Maybe I'll keep you..." Jordan says to himself, peering down at me. I could practically see the gears turning.
"It could be fun, and hey if your bad I could always just dispose of you like I was going to anyways." I decide to ignore the last little bit and just be thankful for being spared a little while longer. Jordan reaches down and scoops me off the floor. My stomach explodes in butterflies as I'm picked up and I realize for the first time that underneath all of the blood, I'm missing a pair of boxers. I know that this should be the least of my worries, but for some reason after what I've been through tonight, it somehow seams wrong for Jordan to be touching me there. My heart drops as I realize I can't do anything about it.
Jordan walks into my bathroom and closes the door behind him, casually flicking the light switch before dumping me on the counter. The lion walks over to the shower and swings the curtain open. He turns the knob to the select temperature, then pulls backwards. There is a low rumbling as the pipes kick in then the water begins spraying out into the tub below. Jordan places his hand in the stream and readjusts the temperature. My jaw drops as he turns around and drops his pajama pants and boxer briefs in front of me.
"Where going to play a game of cat and mouse." Jordan says, smiling down at me. The lion pads over to me and picks me up and places me on the bathroom floor below.
"And I'm the Cat." I fall backwards as Jordan falls forewords, catching himself with his hands just before his pecks would've crushed me to paste. I crawl backwards as Jordan brings his knee's forewords. I still have no clue what is going to happen. The lion lifts one paw off the ground and grabs his sheath then suddenly a large torrent of piss shoots forth, slamming into my body and pushing my blood slicked body across the slick linoleum floor.
I scream, getting a mouthful of the stuff, then get too my feet and run towards the sink. Jordan, using his sheath like a gun, keeps his aim pointed at me. I am in mid stride when my paw catches a crack in the flooring. I scream in pain and then go flying, literally landing on my face and skidding a few feet across the linoleum. I hear and feel Jordan moving, and then suddenly he is upon me, his shaft shooting me only from a few inches away. To my embarrassment the hot liquid has enough force to push my half dead body across the floor.
Thankfully Jordan runs out of ammunition, and I skid to a stop, utterly embarrassed. I go to my feet at the same time as Jordan does and feeling a new found courage began screaming at him at the top of my lungs.
"Who the fuck do you think you are, you sick bastard! You can't piss in my bathroom, or on me for that matter. I want you to fuck off, because my parents are going to be pissed right o--"
"Your parents aren't here though are they?" Jordan says as he gets into a squat, picking me up by the extra skin at the back of my neck.
"Guess what? They also don't know I'm here, you didn't tell them did you. I'm not even supposed to be here right now." Jordan smiled at me and lets the words sink in. He gets to his feet and leaves me dangling.
"Oh, and another thing. You better fucking understand something. I'm not your bitch. You're my bitch you little faggot." Jordan says as he turns on his heel, placing me near the rear of the tub. I watch as the fur who used to be my best friend steps into the shower, snapping the curtain shut behind him. It is almost mesmerizing as the lions fur became soaked with water. I watched in fascination, my eyes following a single droplet at a time as I watched there pursuit across the lions muscular back side.
Jordan turns and looks at me, then using one of his foot paws drags my limp body between his legs.
"At least go in the water you dumb ass." Jordan says before returning to his shower. I rub my fur absentmindedly, (holding my breath so as not to have to breath in the pungent smell covering me from head to toe) all the while watching as the behemoth above me uses my body wash to clean his body. He is right in the middle of cleaning his pecks when I notice the body wash bottle slowly sliding down the cheap shelf that is resting slightly crooked on the showers wall.
I scream out to Jordan but it's to late. The bottle plummets and hits the ground where I was resting only moments before. The bottle's momentum carries it down the tub, and I have no time to move before the object collides into me, sending my flying head over heels into the air. I scream loudly, and then just as gravity is about to pull me back down to earth I land comfortably in a huge, fuzzy paw.
"Pitiful." Jordan says, looking at me in clear disgust. The lion uses his free hand to pick up the bottle and then points it at me and squeezes. I have just enough time to close my eyes and mouth before I'm doused in the liquid.
"Now clean yourself up, you smell disgusting. I'm not going to tell you again." Jordan says, tilting his hand and letting me fall to the ground below. I land with a thunk against the base of the tub and slide a few inches before coming to a stop beside the drain. Keeping my eyes closed I begin to scrub vigorously at the slippery substance in my fur.
It takes me only a few minutes to get all of the gunk free from my fur. When I'm done I sit back and slowly look up at Jordan. I realize that the lion is finished with cleaning his own body, and as our eyes lock I realize something is wrong. He Is looking at me with dead eyes, his arms laying limp to his sides, and his face holding an expression that I've never seen him with before.
My eyes widen as Jordan lifts one of his paws from the ground and positions it above my head. I fall onto my back as the paw plummets towards me. It slams into me and begins dragging me to the rear of the tub, my slippery body offering no resistance against the tubs surface. Thankfully the lion doesn't plan to crush me.
Jordan lifts his paw from my frame leaving me in the same place that I was in when I first got into the tub. I look at the back of the lion in confusion. What was that expression? It definitely wasn't anger or hate. Could it have been regret, or maybe... was it lust? I'm still turning this over in my head when Jordan turns around.
The lions sheath is pulled back and his large, 9 inch member is rock hard. Embarrassed, I realize that it is over double my size. Looking up, I see that the expression on his face is amplified, and It only takes moments for me to realize what it is. Lust. I watch in awe as the large tool swings as Jordan takes a step foreword, slamming his paw down only inches beside me. I use my paws to shield my face as water splashes up, and I watch as Jordan lowers himself to the ground.
I take a few steps back as Jordan begins to slowly drag his hand up his slick member, a low purr escaping from his half open lips. I realize that I'm not turned on in the slightest, instead, I find myself fearing for my own safety. The lion keeps pumping himself slowly, and I find myself edging closer to the wall of the tub, trying to keep my clean body far away from the steady stream of pre shooting forth from the lions head.
My feet fly out from under me as I accidentally go too far and slip against the gradual incline leading to the wall of the tub. My head slams into the tub and I find myself quickly sliding towards the lions member. Jordan see's my little incident and pulls is legs back and lowers his abdomen so he is on his knees. I sail under his balls and slam into the lions feet, which are acting like walls to keep me from running towards the other side of the tub.
Jordan begins lowering his ass, and realizing that I am about to be smothered if I don't move. Getting to my knees I crawl forward, arching my back as I dip beneath the lions balls, desperately trying to ignore the substance beneath the pads of my hands. I'm crawling away from the lion when suddenly I hear a low, straggled moan.
I turn around slowly. Jordan is beating himself so fast that his hand is almost a blur, and as I watch I see that his muscles are tightening slowly. I close both my eyes and lips, then put my paws up, bracing for impact. Jordan arches his head back and lets out a guttural, feral roar, cum exploding forth from his huge, god given tool.
The first wave of his warm essence sends me flying backwards. I hit the back of the tub with a bang, then slowly begin sliding forward. Jordan keeps his aim directed at me, sending wave after wave of cum slamming into me with torpedo like force. Finally, after about 5 shots I can feel the lion dieing down. He finishes on his eighth and leaves me laying there feeling defeated, worthless, and used.
The lions cum is holding me down like glue. Sadly, I can't even find the strength to lift a single finger, let alone me entire body. I feel Jordan move and then I'm rising high up into the air. He puts me inches from the nozzle and begins rubbing my body vigorously, cleaning his essence from my fur. When I'm half decent Jordan shuts off the water and gets out of the tub, setting me on the bathroom counter before quickly pulling his boxer briefs and pajama bottoms on.
Jordan stares at me for a moment in disgust, looking at me as if I'm to blame for what he just did.
"Bet you like that, huh, faggot?" He says before picking me up in a vice like grip and jumping over the puddle in the middle of the bathroom floor. The lion begins walking through my house and I find myself wondering... what's next?