FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

By: Fuzzyroo

Commission by Narse

Tonight, was unfortunately quiet. The sort of quiet that comes after a long two weeks of hard-core battling, as well as ultimately defeating, the greatest foe you've ever faced… and now, after the countless hours of heavy breathing, punching henchmen till you sweat, and barely surviving each night by the skin of your teeth, there suddenly is nothing left but a long wait and tiring vigilance for the next villain to crawl out from under the volcano on main villain island. It's a sudden burst of high octane adrenalin, and then a terrible never-ending slogging crash until the next time the high comes around.

Tonight, the city was in rare form. Oblivious to the peril that loomed overhead days ago, New York was bustling in the darkness. A thick fog filled with white cotton hugged tightly against the lumens of the street lamps as if trying to keep them warm in the night air. The heavy sheet wafts in a lazy sleep over denizens occupying the city street markets and byways between the tall buildings. Night time shops peddle wares and their hastily cooked delights fill the air with the smell of sweets and deep-fried street fair. People passing by strike conversations with their companions on their way to the next event of nighttime entertainment. Nothing out of the ordinary happening at all. And it sucks.

An imposing figure lazes in the darkness up high on the rooftop ledge of a squat four story building. In the shadow of a rooftop water tower he leans against the rampart, idly watching over the people mucking about on the busy street below. Observing the cars go by while the cars honk angrily at people walking far too slowly in the cross walks.

Brooklyn sighs heavily in his boredom. His well-worn dark leather loincloth draped lackadaisically to one side on his resting leg. As the great beast halfheartedly commits to his over watch of the city streets for “bad guys", his heavy red claws gently paw at his flaccid shaft. It's a masturbation out of having nothing much else to do rather than a vigorous love making to one's own hand (or claws in this case). There's no real effort in it. No arousal, just the warmth of his touch and the feel of his steady heart beat while he slowly hefts the girth and trills his claws along the length.

The gargoyle's wings drape in his relaxation over the side of the wall, dangling down towards the streets below. His claw gives the base of his red skinned thickness a gentle squeeze, loving that he can't quite close his fingers around the heavy shaft. With a claw, he traces the veins along the thickness, moving his claws up to rub under the hood covered glands. His body flexes gently to the exploration of his own body. Well versed in his own ritual, one of his claws pokes into the small opening at his heavy foreskin.

He rubs gently at the tip for a few moments before pulling his pre-moistened claw out of the overhang. Rubbing his claw back downwards he cups his weighted monster nuts. The orbs pulled taunt in the carved stone skin of his thick red hide. He savored the view of his flaccid cock laying against the frame of those thick baseballs. Brooklyn gives the balls a firm but loving squeeze, electing a quiet surprised moan from his large red beak.

In the quiet fog of the night, he sits on the ledge hefting his bits in his claw, enjoying the weight of himself. His balls are pleasantly warm to his exploratory touching. A sudden near-by shuffling causes him to freeze in mid self-grope. His loincloth discarded to one side leaving him exposed with his claws fondling himself. He curses silently to himself, not the one to be caught with his pants literally down.

Footfalls approach on the rooftop. He panics but it's too late! A figure in the shadows, only a slight way a way, scrambles up onto the ledge across from him. The silhouette of a man stands on the ledge, a cowboy hat leaves a dark distinguished outline on his head and a cape billows awkwardly in the wind. In the glint from the light below, reflecting off the foggy clouds, the human's eyes could be seen covered with a thin black crushed velvet mask. The human clambers up the side of the wall and strikes a pose with his chest out and his hands on his hips.

Shakily, not sure in his footing, the figure stoops on the building's rim. In a slightly gravelly voice, the man calls down to the streets below, well out of earshot from the bustling people going on about their own business. “Fear me! Evil denizens of the night! For those who prey on the weak, those who take advantage of the helpless, I am here! And I shall be your undoing! Consider your nefarious schemes foiled, your plots punctured, your deviations deflated! For I am the 'Lone Avenger' YEEEEEEHAAA ~ whoops…. AAAAAAAH~!"

Brooklyn watched the spectacle, dick clutched serenely in one hand, holding perfectly still like the statue he resembles. He sits there on the ledge, hoping the shadows are dark enough to hide his exposed dick. The dull glow of his eyes nearly giving away his position. The man stands on the edge, his posture swaying about gently as he speaks. At several points during his monologue, he flourishes his cape to emphasize his threats to ne'er-do-wells. It took every fiber of strength within him to not burst out laughing at the costumed buffoon posturing about only a few feet away. To the red monster's astonishment, the human strikes an “at attention" pose at the end of his little speech. The figure's rigid posture pushes his balance scale just so and winds up plummeting accidently, although not entirely unpredictively, off the edge.

Death hung heavy and sharp in the air. Like a freshly whetstone worked scythe suspended in mid swing. The Lone Avenger's short career flashes before his eyes as he falls. Watching an old lady scream as a villain makes off with her purse in the line he was standing in at the sandwich shop on his lunch break. Walking into the costume shop and selecting the perfect mask. Buying a cowboy hat because he loves old western films like High Noon and The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly. The long nights at the sewing machine, pumping thread through the cloth, that now makes up much of his cape. It's all over now. His tomb stone would read “unidentified thespian committed suicide by 'jumping' off a building" … or “overly enthusiastic window washer in unexplained work mishap".

A sharp pain in his wrists snaps his mind back to attention. The sensation of weightless doom jerking to a sudden malfunctioning roller coaster stop. He finds himself not as much falling as dangling, with all his body weight on his wrist and arm. His eyes are still closed tight in terror as his arm starts being pulled on and, startlingly, in the opposite direction of the ground below. He braves opening one of his fear ridded eyes and was surprised to see him being lifted away from the threatening danger below. It's as if he somehow offended the ground the ground with his quick “hello" and now it's turned around to leave in a huff.

It must be something about falling to one's demise that leaves you immediately jaded, or at least the ability to hallucinate, with the ability to believe that while one is a masked caped crusader plummeting to his doom, the other is some sort of monster of the night who came to the rescue. A thick red clawed hand still holds tightly around his wrist as he's finally hoisted up and above the ridge of the building's roof. Brooklyn's twelve-foot wingspan had furled out and open, his bright eyes glowing in the dark.

A brilliant white mane billows behind a blood read beaked figure. The beak leans in close to the man's face “Hey, there…" it murmurs softly through a voice filled with enough tenner and tumbling rocks to pave a rather smooth driveway. The gargoyle speaks through slightly panted breaths “Almost had a bit of a spill there…" The masked hero's jaw dropped as the strong burly monster comes into view.

The red monster's chest heaves gently with sweat glistening on its skin his blood percolating a coffee maker. Finally, some action! The steel cables of muscle twist and flex as if made from strong bendable rebar buried inside of a body that isn't as much built as it is chiseled by a mad sculptor who never tired in his pursuit to bodily perfection. The human's hairs pickle on the back of his neck, the near-death experience mixing with the bizarre visual of the impossible movie monster holding onto his arm causes him to gulp. “Errr…“ he stumbles, his brain having trouble catching up to his predicament.

He holds the buffoon up in the air with ease, dangling him the air just a few feet off the ground for a moment. “…pants…" The human finishes his thought, sounding rather unsure of himself, not able to fully form a full coherent sentence, but still finds it in himself to point somewhat casually to the monster's legs. Looking down to where the human is pointing, the Big Red Hope ends up following the gesture that's pointed between his legs. Brooklyn's flaccid red dick hangs loosely below the belt buckle that generally is used to hold up his loincloth, but somehow, he managed to lose the cloth part in all the excitement, leaving his bits exposed to the city's crisp night air. Looking over his shoulder, he sees his loincloth laying discarded further back on the rooftop. “Ooops…" Brooklyn says with a bit of a laugh talking off the belt strap so he can re set the loincloth.

“Well, you shouldn't be out here on a rooftop in the middle of the night, pal. It's dangerous!" Brooklyn's words fall on deaf ears as the monster puts the human down on the flat rooftop now that he's safe and so he can go about getting his clothing back in order. The man's eyes follow the flopping doodad between the gargoyle's legs throughout Brooklyn's body movement. He can't stop looking at it as the monster berates him. It looked as if someone couldn't decide between a beer can and a summer sausage and ended up deciding “screw it, I'll just choke on both". The masked avenger didn't have much time to peruse the goods as Brooklyn fiddles with threading the belt through the looping cloth.

With an absent mind, those huge wings fold around the monster, acting as if he had put on a black leathery cultist's robe, actively covering himself to be a bit more modest. From the wing's mighty shift, a gust of thick heady musty air punches the breath out of the man. Something about the clean but heavy musk coming from the beat as those bright red coconuts jiggle about seems oddly familiar, like a forgotten attic that a Circ Du Soleil performer rented out to crash in after a hard day's hoop dance. The scent reminiscent of a well-used gym someone had built into an old stone worked French bell tower.

Brooklyn gulps and looks up from fixing his loin cloth with a start as he feels the human's surprisingly warm hands push against his folded wings. He can't help but moan a little feeling another's touch as they rub against the smooth stretched black skin of his inner wings. The masked man blushes underneath his face covering while his fingertips feel just how smooth the giant male's leathery wings are. He touches the monster almost lovingly. His savior, gently touching him, almost in disbelief as if the more he can touch, the more real it becomes.

Brooklyn is taken aback at the human's boldness and puts down the pieces of his nearly finished loin cloth back on the walls ledge as he stands up straighter. He figures that the poor guy is in shock from the near fall and holds still while the man's hands play over his folded wings. “Oh…um…" the creature of the night chuckled in the awkward car-horn night life filled silence “Heh, hey there…" Those pleasantly warm smooth hands push against the edge of the wings, parting them to reveal the lurking monster hidden just beyond the veil. The human's eyes go wide underneath the face mask as he gets his best close-up view yet.

“Oh…Woah~!" the human whistles with his slight cowboy draw. His hands reach shakily into Brooklyn's winged cloaked. The human's warm fingers press against the massive flaccid shaft and begin to feel along the length. He blushes and gulps in awkward reflex when his fingers trace out thick pulsing veins and end up running under the intimidating glands that bulge yet still hide underneath the mysterious cloak of Brooklyn's excessive foreskin. He tries in vein to find the hood's opening, finding it running down at least three inches of extra wrinkled musk kissed red skin, the sausage's casing having plenty of wiggle room.

Brooklyn stands there in shock at how bold this ten-gallon hatted and masked clumsy man just started playing with his dick so suddenly. Brooklyn knew he was looking for excitement, like a battle or a quick fight with muggers or something, but surly wasn't expecting anything like this. Though in the same breath, he couldn't bring himself to stop the human from touching him. It felt good to feel the another's hands rubbing against him, even in such an inappropriate manner.

The human reached below and gives the gargoyle's massive weights a soft rub, hefting the large softball sized orbs in his warm hands. Brooklyn's beak gives out a little grunt as his nuts are squeezed gently and massaged, only to blush when the human leans in and starts to kiss them gently. He can smell the musky sweat brushed smell wafting up from underneath his wings. The beast of the night can only imagine how strong and heady the smell is where the human is licking.

The masked hero moans out gently as he begins to kiss and lick over the giant orbs. He marvels at the sparkling ruby jewels. They are so big and perfect in shape, as if sculpted out of stone by a master artisan, their mass enough to make David feel a little insecure. The masked avenger revels in the feeling of being dwarfed by the heavy hangers, feeling quite intimidated by their size, their slightly salty, yet vaguely dusty, taste, and their massively musky smell that makes his eyes water. There's no doubt that this creature that had saved him is a living god and it might just be his new life to worship this divine celestial being. He'd feel content to just lick and nuzzle the smooth red sack for the rest of his days. He suckles gently on one side, drawing in a thick nut in to his mouth. Its sheer size forces his mouth wide straining his lips open to their limits.

As the thick flaming red coconut pops in place behind his teeth, the man immediately regrets it. The human nearly gags on the mouthful of monster ball, much to Brooklyn's amused pleasure. The red giant groans loudly feeling the hot wet vacuum seal form around one of his balls. His toe claws curl while he bucks the air a little bit in excited arousal. “Wow that's hot…" he mutters under his breath while he lets the human enjoy the mouthwatering morsel. With a gentle claw, he tickles the human's throat trying to coax him to start licking the water covered nut.

Small little squeezes reward the coaxing as the undulating pressure wraps tightly around the heavy orb while the human does his best to swallow and slurp against the thick gargoyle nut. Drool pours down the man's chin as it bubbles and gurgles around the ball. The skin has a thick taste of sweat and exertion from a night of hot and heavy crime fighting. After a while of exasperated gagging and sucking, the man lets the meaty morsel slip from his mouth, leaving him gasping for air and looking up at the thick floppy red fire engine before him.

With shaky hands he reaches up, rubbing the thick tube, tracing on the skin again, back where the glands create small bumps inside their casing. He runs down further feeling the tip and where the excess foreskin drapes off creating a small trail of a wind sock. “Oh…gosh…" he mutters under his breath with his astonishment of fully realizing the entire gravity of the monster dick in his grip with a good two to three inches of thick musky foreskin. He rolls the lose wrinkled skin gently in his fingertips feeling the wet squish of a bead of pre-finding oozing out between his fingers. He presses his face against the scary beast's floppy noodle, breathing in the heady musk, letting the foreskin play a little on his supple lips. He gives it a kiss and nibbles ever so softly on the stubbornly loose member letting it roll over his face.

Brooklyn stands there frozen in his growing arousal only able to bring himself to watch the human explore his perfectly toned body which was practically carved by Rodin himself. The creature of the night was not at all used to being this exposed to a human's supple attentions, let alone a human in general that isn't a) holding a torch and/or b) screaming and running away. He backs up panting, slouching a little on the rooftop taking a seat on top of a sturdy air conditioning unit. He grunts softly when the human begins playing with his dick's hood again, the gargoyle's wings shuffling a little bit. For once, Brooklyn is at a loss for words while he watches just how big the human's hands and face make his dick look, making him swell with pride. He smirks a little and shifts his weight a little bit, a little unsure of what to really do in this situation, other than just let it happen. Fights he knew, some random strange man he just saved from a terrible doom playing with his dick is a whole different battle.

The masked stalker of the night, Mr. “ne'er-do-wells beware", blushes a little bit as another smattering of pre-cum dribbles out from the loose noodle and smears over the soft crushed velvet of his eye mask. Such a stain will probably never come out, not even in the next few washes, but that is a small concern when worshiping such a beautiful monster. The beast smells so good, he can't get enough of it. Being emboldened, the masked avenger leans down, letting gargoyle's balls rest on the bridge of his nose while he starts to explore the underneath parts. With long rasping licks, he runs his tongue along Brooklyn's taint.

The gargoyle nearly goes cross eyed feeling that slippery slobbery wet human tongue play across his grundle. This night was becoming filled with new experiences and strange feelings as he feels the caped crusader's hot breath pulse over his groin mixed with that sudden hot wet slurp between his legs. His claws curl again, sinking into the stone tiles of the roof top. The human feels the balls contract as the red monster's groin muscle pulls on the skin while the big male clenches softly to the attentions being given to that fleshy fun bridge.

He kisses the thick muscle bridge gently, pressing his lips around the flexing bulge. With his hands, he coaxes the red menace up from sitting before the human starts laying back, pulling the gargoyle over himself to kneel over him. From his new point of view looking up at the beast's under carriage, he can watch the heavy thick tail swish against the giant muscled rump. He blushes under his mask, his hat cushioning his head, as he watches those massive balls swing low near his head and that thick exposed tail base show off the heavily wrinkled pouted pucker connecting the thick muscular tail root to the base of the torso in between the thick chiseled muscular rump.

The human pressed down on Brooklyn's hips, pulling the big hunk down gently to rest that body builder rump right on his face. He does his best to press up into the crack, letting the pure body heat wash over his face, squeezing out the night's chill. Timidly at first, he begins to lick gently upwards. Starting at the bottom of the base of the balls and up towards the tail in long arduous strokes. “H-holly hell! Y-you've done this before, haven't you?" Brooklyn murmurs down at the busy human with this new sensation while life starts to pour into his slowly hardening member.

It tastes muskier here than anywhere else he's tasted so far. On top of the fresh taste of man…er… “thing" [?] sweat, is the chalky earthy taste of stone that's been moistened and marinated the essence of maleness. It's like a marble statue that just finished working out on the basketball court, if the Thinker was trying out for the Olympics.

It was incredibly different and addicting. The more he licked, the more he wanted to lick. He let his tongue prey upon the thick smooth skin between the two massive cheeks, only to give one of the fleshy bubble spheres a teasing bite. This caused the gargoyle to clench and gasp in surprise. The human chuckles before giving a sloppy welcoming kiss to the wrinkled pucker, pressing his lips to match up with the squeezing orifice's wrinkles. Brooklyn could swear the human below him was using that tongue to count every single wrinkle, fold, divot, and crease inside his pursed doughnut.

The pucker flexes ever so gently against his lips, giving little kisses back against the man's attentions. His tongue presses against the tail star feeling the heat pressing down on him as the monster shifts weight on the human's head. The warm wet tongue causes Brooklyn to start grinding back, rubbing the hole against those hot wet lips, his tail arching in bliss. “Oh-oh wow" the gargoyle moans out softly, his hot breath adding to the fog in the air, a claw snaking down to his own thick maleness. Brooklyn starts to tease himself as his body pulses and flexes gently against the human's tongue, the gargoyle pressing down into the man's face.

The man kisses the hole softly and gently. Teasing his tongue against the quivering ring the human starts slipping his tongue up and in, pushing just inside to lick every tasty mile of the hot fleshy ring, worshiping it like he would a lover he hasn't seen for several years, needing desperately to make up for long lost make-out time.

Trapping the human's head between the hard surface and his fleshy rump, Brooklyn lowers his thick tail, fully entombing the noisy slurping tongue in a musky gargoyle rump hug.

The thick red muscular tail flexes, pushing the human's head down harder up into the big red rump. The big bubble hemispheres spread wide to accommodate the face exploring the forbidden cave. Shifting his weight, Brooklyn presses back and downwards. The masked avenger gives a muffled yelp in surprise as he becomes trapped and the full sitting weight of the giant red monster presses him ever more tightly into his musky make-out date. With a satisfied grunt, the deep red gargoyle presses a constant weight down heavily onto the wannabe superhero's face.

The hot doughnut smushes down smearing the glaze of saliva all over the velvet of the black mask. The smell is like an old dusty bell tower that's been converted into a sauna surrounds him on all sides. The human's world is a mess of slobber, Brooklyn's rump musk, and a winking pucker that demands kisses. A tender claw poke to his belly gives the signal and with a sudden timid-ness, the human resumes licking with renewed passion. He feels the muscular ring clench here and there against the attention his tongue gives to it.

Brooklyn groans and rocks his hips into the human's frenzied, yet attentive, licking. The Gargoyle's muscular tail arches softly while he brings a claw back down to his needy and slowly hardening member. He peels back his shapely foreskin to rub the fleshy blood red glands underneath, watching the pre dribble softly from the exposed tip. He lets the skin roll back over it, feeling it slip and slide over the never ending slow seeping font of pre-cum. “Oh, pal, that feels…. Ungh… amazing."

A small bead of sweat collects on the smooth tough hide of Brooklyn's back and makes the long arduous journey down through the mountains of muscles that make up the roots of his wings rolling down the small of his back and around the base of his tail. With gravity as an ally, the clear droplet of pure distilled gargoyle perspiration finishes its long pilgrimage by resting at the crease between Brooklyn's large muscular bubble rump. The human's licking slowed as the globule of liquid, filled with the glistening gleam of streetlights, catches his eye.

His eyes go wide as he watches in horror when gravity's grasp tugs the bead down the final few inches of Brooklyn's tail canyon like a rocket. A taste like licking a liquified salt lick, that someone left for years in a blistering sauna, that warrior monks had rested their tired worn out muscles after day long matches of might and brawn, whose monastery was carved out of stone out of the side of a long-lost stone quarry, explodes over the masked avenger's tongue.

The musk quickly overwhelms his senses bringing tears to his eyes as the sitting pressure of the rooftop monster proves unrelenting. He can't get up, he can't move away. He can just lick and rub, taste and smell, all within this prison between the beast's rump, caged in by the thick muscles of the powerful tail.

A grin slides wryly onto Brooklyn's beak when he feels the wet slippery slug dance around his sour pursed tulip. He begins to grind his hips in a slow undulating rhythm. A slow but hard pace, pressing down on the large round object he's precariously seated on top of. The gargoyle digging his feet claws into the roof tile to keep his balance upon his perch.

The deep and musky pocket of wrinkled flesh and tail root presses and pulls at the masked avenger's face. The creature's sweat soaking into the soft velvet fabric of his mask. The man's face being used a s a door mat for the red monster's rump.

Brooklyn moans out softly as he continues his face-lap dance. “You ever have one of those itch's, buddy? The ones that you just can't seem to scratch until you get just the right type of scratcher? Yeah… that's what your face is for my ass!" he laughs a deep staccato laugh that comes down muffled by Brooklyn's muscular bulk.

All the while the human can't help but watch, feel, and taste in wonder and musk drunk awe while the fluctuating blood red skinned gargoyle tail hole presses down and rocks against his face. The pert ring clenching ever so softly at times, like an ocean current that crescendos on every up swell as a refrain from each deadly undertow. The slow grinding face-under-lap dance moves and pulses pressing the soft sweat kissed slobber glazed doughnut down over the human's face and lips. The man struggles to keep his licking in time with the beats and rhythms of Brooklyn's rotating hips. The beast's sweat from the “Leg Day" workout softly permeating down into the man's facial skin, bathing him in the dusty scented musk.

A soft avalanche of pleasure rumbles down from high in the mountains before leaving Brooklyn's beak as a deeply contented moan. His claws playing along the vascular girth of his slowly awakening monster. The sharp tips clinking against the hidden silver door knocker that's nestled deep within the hooded cloak that's covering his stiffening length. “Ooooh" he moans, his voice deep and sultry as he coes down to the man trapped just below his tail, “if you've never done this before, kid, you must be a natural~!" The human jumps a little bit as he feels droplets of warm drool slosh from the large male's beak onto his exposed legs.

They stay that way for quite some time. The human slurping at Brooklyn's fleshy moist bundt cake, continuously drenching his own face in a mix of spittle and sweaty gargoyle rump musk. The crime fighting red winged terror of the night sits atop him like a monarch perched upon the royal throne. The king's servant diligently tending to his liege's every licking need. Each lick and every squirm from the masked man sends little waves of pleasure through Brooklyn's sensitive exposed flesh.

Noticing turgid cock can't get any more aroused at this point, no matter how much the human below French kisses his rump. Brooklyn slowly rocks his hips a couple more times on the human's face, pinning the man's body down hard against the tough roof tiles, with particularly long over-exaggerated motions before getting off and releasing his pleasure prisoner.

“Open up real' quick, sweetheart. This will make it a bit easier" he murmurs down to the exhausted figure sprawled out prone on the cold roof. With a couple of claws, he guides the tip of his foreskin draped shaft to the man's slobbery overworked mouth. The wannabe crime fighter is caught off guard and opens a little too slow, jumping when something thick and metal, hidden away behind the uncut folds of the red monster's dick covering, clinks against his teeth. Brooklyn chuckles at the flinch and presses his thumb claws into the man's mouth behind his cheeks, pressing between the parts of the jaw to force the human's mouth to open wider. The fingers have the distinct taste of salty precum as they open his face up for the gargoyle's heavy dick.

As the accommodations improve, Brooklyn sinks his shaft into the man's used mouth. An explosion of concentrated sweat and stone flavored musk dances more directly across his tongue making him gag a little bit from the shear overwhelming strength of it. The gargoyle holds the man in place while he pushes his hips forward, sinking as much of his beer can thickness into that warm mouth as he can in one slow forced-feeding thrust before he pulls out quickly leaving the human coughing for air. “Alright, Princess, time you learned what it takes to fight crime in this city" Brooklyn teases mischievously as he yanks the human's legs up, pressing down on the knees so the legs bend down near the man's head effectively raising the masked avenger's ass in the air.

With a sharp claw, the gargoyle tears a hole in the back of the man's costume trousers, creating a window that shows a hidden sneak peek of the pert exercised rump to the world. “Not gonna lie" Brooklyn huffs in arousal as he reaches down to line up night watchman's club with the target “Some of those fights are tough as nails. You'll need to learn how to take it." His statement is followed by a slow and steady push forward.

The man grunts out in discomfort as he feels the blunt broad cock head pushing at a spot between his legs yet underneath him. A girly high-pitched squeal escapes his lips as he feels his body being forced open by an impossibly thick dick, the only lube being used is his own slobber. “Oh!" Brooklyn laughs “Princess is tight! Am I breaking in you in for the first time?" he asks rhetorically, not waiting for an answer to sink in a few more inches.

There's an odd sensation inside the man. On top of pain and discomfort coming from the massive worm splitting him in twine, he can also feel a temperature anomaly as well. Brooklyn's dick burns hot like his personality and passion, but the heavy hidden pure silver prince albert piercing is cold, as if the cool night air was in cahoots with the gargoyle, helping Brooklyn to double penetrate the man's tight ass.

The human grunts through clenched teeth as another inch sinks into him. He wasn't a stranger to dick, but this stranger's menacing nightstick was easily the thickest tree trunk in that forest by far. The man's hole was stretched taunt around the invader, the folded wrinkles being pulled into a smooth yawning ring. Brooklyn pulls back a little bit and spreads the man's pink rump cheeks wide. He chuckles down at his own handiwork, watching his own red sausage sink gently into the tight warm cavern below.

With one last jerk of the hips, the last few inches of gargoyle dick vanish into the human with a loud clap of thick armored hide banging against exposed supple bubble rump. The human yelps in surprise at the sudden motion, his hole flexing in panic around the gargoyle's cock root.

“Now, the fun begins" Brooklyn whispers the bemused warning into the masked man's ear before starting the long motion of pulling out. It seems to take forever as the sword draws from the sheath, the massive engorged tip slinking out from the inner most velvety depths, the piercing giving one last tug to the abused ring until the exposed and empty freshly gaping hole becomes kissed by the cold air of night. Big Red smiles down as he watches with fascination the yawning inviting hole slowly closing as it winks around the phantom of his cock that filled it moments before.

In a brutal jerky movement Brooklyn suddenly slams home. The hole yielding little resistance to the savage single thrust, penetrating the man's defenses with ease. The fleshlight clenches harder, his toes curling in his boots as the beast begins to jackhammer into his innards. The human's body shakes every time Brooklyn rams home into him. His hole gapes wide every time the massive foreskin cladded shaft pulls out, only to be slid back into its new-found home, spreading out wide like an unabridged encyclopedia Britannica. The man could feel every pulse and heartbeat, every muscle flex of the giant shaft that claimed his body as its property.

Brooklyn roars out in effort as he fucks the welcoming heat with the fervor he would have otherwise put into a good rousing fist fight. Every thrust landing blow after blow on the man's pleasure button. With a strong grip, he wraps his arms around the man and pulls up, lifting him off the ground. He turns the human around on his dick, the gargoyle's impressive display of incredible strength as he manhandles the human with such a nonchalant manner. Facing the human away from him, Brooklyn sits on one of the rooftop ledges, facing the street, kicking his legs off the side as he starts to bounce the cock warmer against his lap. The creature's grip and stoically hard cock being the only things keeping the man from falling off the building's roof a second time.

Seeing the long drop presented to him once again, the man squeaks causing him to clench down harder in panic. The gargoyle grunts out at the sudden increase of tension, tightness, and resistance meeting his power-driven thrusts. The scare being an accident as he was just moving to a more comfortable seated position, but the gargoyle decides he welcomes the challenge of bottoming out inside his now tighter play toy with even harsher thrusts. Using his strong arms, he hoists the man up, then releases him, having gravity slam the man's rump down onto his shaft.

The sweat from such exertion practically pours forth from the red fiend of the night. The perspiration drips down to stain and soak into the stonework of the rooftop wall. Without much warning, the man tenses up tighter than ever, clenching around Brooklyn's dick like a vice grip that's been wrapped in a warm velvet bag. Small jets of seed spurt from the human's cock, falling off the edge of the building into fog lit dimness below.

The masked wannabe hero's body becomes sensitive as the post orgasm afterglow washes through his brain. But Brooklyn doesn't stop. He pays no heed to the man's finishing. Instead, he picks up the pace, fucking his fleshlight companion with earnest. The man's world becomes that of constantly falling backward onto the classic movie monster's massive poll. Every thrust against his prostate electrocuting his senses while his body feels so full.

With an abrupt change of pace, the heavy stone-worked muscular arms lift him neatly free of the metal ringed foreskin covered intruder. The feeling of emptiness is replaced with a terrifying state of freefall that becomes interrupted by the thick dick pressing back deep into him and his thighs slapping down hard onto the gargoyle's upward thrust with a loud thunderous clap.

The human's head lolls to one side as he surly can't take much more of the beast's brutal fucking. Brooklyn's wings spread wide as his body jerks erratically up into the human's rump. With a loud roar and a slap of his tail against the rooftop, the man feels the mini monster pulse and spread him out while thick globs of hot lava gush deep into his bowels. It feels like he sat on a spurting garden hose as it pushes out thick viscous gargoyle cum deep inside him.

He sits there, waiting for Brooklyn to pull out… but the bright red gargoyle doesn't do anything of the sort. In fact, everything is oddly still, even though the haze of being so thoroughly rutted. The man tries to sit up, but the strong arms that dangle him precariously over the edge of the rooftop don't yield. He turns his head best he can to look over at the big monster still hilted inside his cum heavy guts.

In the breaking of the daylight, the gargoyle had turned completely into to stone. In panic, the man struggles, trying to pull himself free but it's in vein. He's stuck, the giant stone cock rubbing turgid and hard against his prostate. The man's struggling only causing him to fuck himself on the aroused statue. The heat of the monster dies down gently, turning back to the cold petrified slab of granite, still hilted completely in the man's ass. The masked avenger is thankful that his mask did stay on, the smell of the beast's permeating musk and precum still wafting from it, driving him mad in arousal. He just hopes nobody looks up and sees his naked form in such a compromising position.

--- Elsewhere ---

In a dingy apartment, another masked figure holds tightly to his binoculars. His eyes are locked looking out of his high-rise window from between his apartment's window blinds. Fresh cum had spattered the wall, the blinds, and his wing. “Ho-fuck! That's hot…" Darkwing Duck mutters to himself as he double checks to make certain his camcorder is still recording for the fifth time.