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[I]Smack! Smack! Smack!

[/I]You may wonder how I ended there with my ass stuffed like a turkey and tied just as well.

[I]Smack! Smack! Smack!

[/I]It's not a really long story! I promise! You're okay to hear it? Good!

It all started a bit early this evening. I had been invited to one charity Gala where you party, drink, pity, and build your network. Me? I had none of it. But I stood there, dapper and proper. Bow, shirt, pants, all bought and recently taken from the cleaner. Even my boots had been neatly polished! … Although I might not keep them after this party.

So, here I was. Our hostess stood prompt to welcome me with her mat of a husband nodding along. People granted me a smile and asked me how I was faring. Her forgettable husband asked me about my next contract. I took a glass and sipped some bubbly piquette. McReid deigned to look at me and tell me he would be there for a future investigation. Did I tell you how mundane those events were? Well, they are. So bothersome that after three rounds of little sips, chatting, and sampling appetizers, I went out for a breather.

Oh… The air. Fresh, clean, so far from the stench of the party. To the point, strange things edged around. Vagrants or vagabonds, I thought… Then I equivocated myself as I saw shiny green eyes.

Not the normal green eyes, a little note of grin amidst some… Thing. But pure green, toxic green, the green you'd see in yellow barrels marked with a radioactive symbol, the green so shiny I saw it through the darkness.

And they were looking at me. Why? Who? What it was? I wasn't so sure. I'm not as much, either. And what was the piquant perfume that came from that garden?

Nonetheless, I found a way to take a stroll around the little park behind the building. The green eyes were still ahead, disappearing and popping further away. From me… And the party. Still, I followed them with my nose up, catching up wafts of an intense but sensual perfume; One that made my dick stir and my appetite rise.

“Hey! Who are you?" I shouted, so intelligent and insightful, I know. But it… he… well, there was no answer. Perhaps a grunt or another noise. I assumed that was a beast? Yes. I followed it? Yes. Am I a moron? Uh… Yes. Am I a moron that followed a beast through a burst-open drain gate? Yes. Not my smartest move.

I followed along, not discouraged by the stench that wronged my sensitive nose and the tiny squeaks from the rats since the eyes were still there. Somehow, that pair still eluded me, and my accommodating eyes only managed to glimpse at the massive and muscular form in the shadow. Not a beast, I assumed. But different as his scent was musky but closer to perfume than bestial. Those assumptions were right when those eyes disappeared…

For a moment, I squinted my eyes, perhaps to see where my guide would go.

But no. And instead of watching, I felt it. That tongue, long and drippy, right by my ear.

“Are you lost, puppy?" asked my “friend" with a sophisticated but a tad gruff voice. That wasn't the voice of someone used to speaking, smart nonetheless.

“Perhaps? Is this still the Gala?" I answered, smart-ass, while pulling on my collar.

“No. But thanks for bringing the cakes to me."

“The cakes-Oh!"

That Oh? That was the most clever, most keen, most astute sound that escaped my mouth… When that tongue managed to slip under my belt, trousers, and underwear to give my innocent pucker the longing kiss it deserved. … Yes, innocent as never before had someone taken my ass' tongue cherry.

Oh, my heart sank at that moment when that tongue nearly reached by going up, allowing us to meet heart to heart… or tongue to heart, as so many sensations filled my thoughts.

Anger? Fear? Lust?

Perhaps it was the creature's touch. Or the musky but refined smell around that gruff partner, but I'd say Lust took the lion's share of my mind as I began to pant and nearly burst into my pants. I couldn't see anything, smell anything that wouldn't wrong my nostrils but that guy.

“Stop it!" I pleaded! With less intensity and heart to it in reality.

“Sto- stop it!" I repeated… Still with less indignation.

“Please, stop," I said… … … I begged him to keep going.

In and out, with his green scaly hands on my ass and my thighs, I felt fuller than if I'd stayed in the Gala. My belly bulged beneath my suit, my pants were damp, and I managed to coat my beard with enough saliva to make it stick.

Yet, I continued to beg. Words cannot suffice to describe the needs I felt at that moment. Ass burning, dick just as hot, mouth dry, and humping that tongue like my life depended on it!

“Needy?" asked my monster Partner, his green eyes glimmering with the faint light coming from the sewer grates. His scales are like swamp green in various shades, with strokes of black atop his head as if he wore a wrestling mask… With a sort of mustache?

Worse, he is a hulking giant. Muscular and all. Just monstrous, and with a red tongue so long, it'd be nearly impossible to have it all tucked in.

“Yes," I said. What could I say when those digits were digging into my meaty ass and thighs? I should have asked for pity and to let me go? And pass up that chance?

I didn't, and I rode on.

Pants and shoes away, the former ripped and the latter thrown off. The shirt in little bits, and my vest following. Only remained my tie he pulled onto it before he forced me into another kiss. A long kiss, so long I thought I'd die of it, before he released me and snapped the tie, too.

Romance isn't dead, guys.

My legs are, though. He was… He is hung. So fucking hung. Uncut green dick, red tip, humongous balls. He rubbed it between my asscheeks like they were buns. He chuckled but didn't ask me if I was ready. After having his tongue inside me, I was… I fucking was ready to take an ass-beating.

His baseball bat-like shaft poked at the entrance. I gulped, I gasped, I moaned. More than that, that guy laughed and chuckled all the way as he pushed inside.

“Breathe," he told me, all smug and teasing. As if it wasn't him who had his ass split apart.

“Fuck," I did breathe out my frustration and through gritted teeth. It took me much more not to call names, but in the end, I had more than a quarter inside him.

Thus began the back and forth. In and out. Pull and push. Smack and smack. But not those [I]Smacks! [/I]I mentioned, they're for later.

He stretched me wide; he stretched me good. More than that, he made my ass-kissed gape turn into a crater. And made me love it all seconds of it. All seconds of that turgid mast against my prostate felt like being taken in heaven and back by the second while my cheeks were beaten red and blue 'til I begged for mercy.

My abs were stretched, my mouth agape from that tongue. And more than that, through strange circumstances, I was bound. Why were there police cordons lying around? I should ask him. But he attached me and passed them around a pipe before pulling me up like a piece of meat.

That I was, since he tasted me and my sweaty skin while filling me up.

And that's how I ended here. That is how I am here.

Stuck, bound, and attached. My legs spread, my arms behind my head, and… Well, kissing a monster.

My guts are fucking aching from being stuffed, and I feel it's been like his third ejaculation, but he hasn't stopped fucking yet. Whenever he pulls his tongue out to let me breathe, he only allows me a gasp before he gags me again. No more musk huffing for me.

And… It's fucking good. It's already my second ejaculation, while he is racking many more. But… hell. I should try to leave the parties more often if I can meet up with that guy.

That would be humiliating if someone saw me walk home in that state… If I still can.

He'll get tired, eventually… … Right?