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Topic Started: Aug 1 2011, 08:09 AM (145 Views)
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This story begins where most stories end, in a morgue...

Chapter One

A dark eccentric man was plying his craft in a sterile environment in the basement of the county hospital. The harsh lights were cruel to his towering and gaunt frame giving his skins a sickly pallor that was not much different to the corpses he was stitching up and preparing for transport to the local undertaker.

A series of thudding sounds started up again interrupting his flow causing him to nearly gouge out the eye of the scandinavian woman before him.

"I thought the renovations would've been done for the day..." sighed Pug the mortician as he tore off his gloves and run his fingers through his shining dark hair. With annoyance seeping through his movements he hurried out to the area of the basement the was being renovated to ask the workers to keep it down for at least an hour.

"Whoa there bub, you need a hard hat to be coming in here."

A powerful muscular hand pressed against Pugs chest halting him in his tracks. The warmth of the touch stunned him momentarily, "Uh... I...i...is your supervisor here?" Pug asked as his dark eyes swept up the sculpted arm to it's owner.

"No can do, the rest of the guys are off for the night and it's just me working on some overtime." came the deep voice from a mountain of a man in a tight fluorescent shirt and short canvas shorts that left little to the imagination.

"Look, I just need some quiet till I finish up here, Mr..." explained Pug.

"My friends called me Jagged," said the man relinquishing his grip to pump Pug's own in a powerful handshake, and smiling broadly revealing his jagged teeth from whence his nickname originated. "Now if you can hold on for 15 more minutes i'll be done and you can have all the quiet you need, feel free to have one of my beers from the cooler."

Pug took a beverage from the cooler, and sat on top of it while he gulped down the cool amber liquid and watched the renovator Jagged get back to work.

He pulled the nailgun back up and finished nailing up the timber supports he was installing for a new wall, before carting some more lumber from the corner of the room to his working spot. After he finished carting the lumber he lifted up his shirt and used it to mop his brow before throwing it aside and continued nailing the lumber to the wall supports as the sweat glistened off his muscular torso and hung from his forest of chest hair.
Veins bulged out of his powerful arms with each shot from the nailgun, and the accompanying grunts from Jagged had Pug whimpering from each sound as his low tolerance for alcohol was easily overcome by the full strength beer.

The work took longer than expected and after twenty minutes and three beers the wall was finished. Jagged walked up to pug undoing his nailbelt and crammed it into the toolbox behind the mortician while his bulging crotch rubbed against his chest and his abdominals grated on Pug's face.

While he continued to fiddle around in the toolbox, Pug's hands went to work with great difficulty to remove the shorts in front of his face, while Jagged continued fumbling about oblivious until he felt one massive tug dropping his shorts to his ankles and exposing his throbbing manhood.

Pug looked up at the surprised construction worker with shining eyes and moist lips, "I love a man who goes commando, it's so invigorating."

Jagged let out a deep groan of delight at his buttocks were squeezed firmly and pulled towards Pug. The gentle actions by the mortician while giving great pleasure were not enough for the musclebound brute, so he grabbed a handful of Pug's dark hair and forced him to increase his momentum against the muffled protests.

"Oh, yeah..." grunted Jagged, "time to switch this party into overdrive."

Withdrawing his meaty rod and stepping out of his shorts, he hoisted up Pug who clawed gently at his back writhing in ecstasy at being dominated in such a fashion. Jagged grabbed his nailgun along the way and suspended Pug in mid-air by fixing his labcoat to a window opening in the wall he built earlier.
With no time for fooling around Jagged tore out the back of Pug's pants and dived in deep, slowly at first, then moving faster and quicker and harder. Pug's screams rocked the casba, filtering down the empty hallways asking for more, while the more subdued Jagged responded in a series of grunts that continued to increase in pitch as they felt the end nearing.

"O... o... oh...MY GOD!" screamed Pug reaching a climax of ecstasy"

"Huuuurrrrnnnggghh," grunted Jagged withdrawing his white hot member spraying Pug's coat with his construction glue.

Pug sat cradled in Jagged's arms while they shared the last beer before going on their own way home for a good night's rest full of wonderful dreams.
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Chapter Two

Elsewhere in the neighbourhood far from the cold basement of the hospital a group of lively women were celebrating nothing of consequence taking advantage of Women's night Thursday cut price drinks at the pub.

The gorgeous band knocked back advance after advance from drunken males all night, but accepted the proffered drinks nevertheless and became more and more boisterous and red-faced as the night wore on.

Amber was the leader of the troupe, celebrating a recent windfall dragging along her girlfriends, the 7th Wanda (so named due to having 6 older sisters all called Wanda) and Barbra Cuba. Scoffing down fuzzy nipples, bloody murders, triplesexes, cody spunk and firemen all night they soon found themselves being kicked out of the pub at closing time barely able to stand.

Hand in hand the trio skipped awkwardly to Barbra's apartment nary a block away to pass out for the night. Along the way they pass by a strange short Japanese fellow dressed in an orange martial arts uniform and with badly blonde dyed hair as he danced down the street to an internal radio shouting gibberish except for the occasional outburst of, "DO THE HEINMAN!"

While the ladies continued the party at Barbra's apartment the Japanese with the runny nose, called Baby Goo on his medical chart at the local mental hospital, continued jiving down the dark street passing an ominous looking alley.

CRASH! TINKLE!

Baby Goo, inspected the crash from the alley, "Whatist dare?" he mumbled.

A smelly hairy beastly looking 'man' leap from the shadows with a broken bottle and stabbed the tiny Japanese man multiple times dropping him to the ground muttering incomprehensibly and spamming. When the body stopped moving, the caveman-like hobo dragged the body into the dark behind the dumpsters which was soon followed by animalistic screaming, the sounds of tin cans rattling, a howling cat, the thwacks of a baseball bat against flesh and the scrunching of paper and plastic.

After a terrifying five minutes the alleyway exploded in a mighty roar and the broken body of Baby Goo was flung back out into the street looking much more worse for wear.
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