by Chuck Tingle
Eventually, I pull back and stand up, walking over to the nearby desk and then bending myself over the edge. I pull down my pants and underwear, then slap my butt playfully, enjoying the way that Bater’s eyes linger across my muscular rump.
“Fuck me,” I demand. “Stop thinking about the Butt Star and come star in this butt.”
Bater nods and then steps forward, his cock rock hard and ready to go despite the constant masturbation. He places the head of his thick rod up against the tightly puckered rim of my backdoor, teasing the edge for a moment before trusting deep in one long, firm swing of his hips.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, my body struggling to adjust to his absolutely incredible size. I brace myself against the edge of the table, holding tight as the giant unicorn behind me starts to slam in and out of my taut rectum. “You’re so fucking huge!”
Faster and faster Darth Bater begins to pound me, hitting a spot deep within my asshole that creates an immediate simmering sensation. I’ve never been pounded in the butt before, so the erotic feelings that flow through me are something of a mystery at first, but the stronger they grow the more I’m able to identify their source as a profound prostate stimulation. With every slam of Bater’s cock up my rear, a new sensual wave of pleasure erupts out across my body, pulsing down my arms and legs.
“Faster!” I scream, egging on the unicorn.
Darth Bater is slamming away at my butthole as hard as he can now, anally reaming me with all of his monstrous might. By now, my body has somehow adjusted to the incredible size of his member, the painful expansion of my butthole now aching with an unexpected pleasure. I reach down between my legs and grab ahold of my hanging shaft, beating myself off in time with Bater’s slams up my tight rear.
Soon enough I can feel the teasing sensation of orgasm bubbling up inside of my loins, edging against the cliff that cannot be turned back from and then quickly pulling away. I’m just about to push myself over when Darth Bater pulls out of me and, using his strong unicorn arms, flips me over on the table.
Now I’m laying on my back with my legs splayed out wide, my reamed butthole completely exposed to this handsome Umpire master. I reach down and hold my cheeks open for him, giving himself the Darth Bater completely.
“Slam me with all of the force that you’ve got!” I tell him.
Darth Bater begins to align himself with my rectum once more and then stops abruptly, a new expression of excitement suddenly crossing his face. The unicorn reaches within his cloak and pulls out a small silver rod, only about a foot long and shimmering under the room’s dim lighting.
“Have you ever seen one of these?” Bater questions.
“No, what is it?” I reply, shaking my head.
The unicorn flips a switch on the side of the rod and suddenly a massive, sword-like length extends from the hilt with a loud hiss and hum. It glows in brilliant neon red.
“This is my light bater, it’s a powerful masturbation tool,” explains the unicorn. “It’s going to give you the best orgasm of your life.”
The next thing I know, Darth Bater is pushing the glowing red tip of this lengthy object right up into my asshole. My reaction is immediate.
“Oh my god!” I scream. “That feels so fucking good!”
My legs kick out straight and my stomach clenches tight as my entire body struggles to deal with this incredible new stimulation. It feels as though my insides are vibrating at a supernatural rate, an internal butt massage that quickly works its way out through my entire body.
“I’m gonna cum!” I scream, my eyes rolling back into my head. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard!”
The next thing I know, hot ropes of milky jizz are ejecting hard from the head of my rod, shooting out in a series of powerful blasts that are brought on with no help from my hands. The cum shoots up into the air and then splatters back down across my chiseled abs in a myriad of pearly patterns, coating me in my own warm spunk. Darth Bater wasn’t kidding, it’s the best orgasm of my life.
Fortunately, now that I’m sexually drained I can focus on the mission at hand.
I climb down off of the table and kneel before Bater once more, stroking his cock slowly as I gaze up at him with the most seductive expression I can muster.
“It would be so hot if you came all over my face,” I coo, “but you know what would be even hotter?”
“What?” Darth Bater moans.
“If you came all over some plans that you had laying around. Like… some blueprints for a huge project,” I tell him.
“Really?” the unicorn question.
I nod. “Fuck yeah. The bigger the project, the hotter it would be!”
Darth Bater reaches over and pulls open a drawer in the side of the table. He rustles around in the papers a bit and then pulls out some blueprints. “You want some big projects, huh?” he says confidently. “How about the fucking Butt Star?”
“Oh, yeah!” I groan enthusiastically. I stand up and open up the blueprints with one hand, keeping pace with the other as it moves across Bater’s cock at an ever-escalating pace. His dick is hovering right over the blueprints now.
“Do it!” I yell. “Blow your fucking load all over those top secret Umpire blueprints for the Butt Star!”
“Fuck!” Darth Bater screams, buckling slightly as a massive load springs forth from the end of his shaft. It splatters across the papers below, covering them like a beautiful pearly painting.
When he’s finally finished, Darth Bater stumbles back to catch his breath.
“That was amazing,” I tell him, balling up the blueprints in my hand. “I’ll toss these out for you.”
“It’s no problem,” Bater insists. “We’ve got people who clean up around here.”
“I’ve got it,” I assure him. I walk over and give the unicorn another passionate kiss on the mouth.
“When will I see you again?” Darth Bater asks as I pull away.
“This weekend?” I suggest, lying through my teeth. “Let’s talk about the hotel then.”
“Sounds good,” the unicorn nods.
I turn and walk back to the elevator, pushing the button for the ground floor and then offering Bater a playful wave as I drift downward. When he finally disappears from view I let out a long sigh of relief, clutching the blueprints tightly in my hands.
It’s not often that you can save the entire galaxy and have the best sex of your life, but I guess the called the right hustler for the job.
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STRANGER POUNDS
Even though this is a police station, and I’m here for emergencies, I’m not all that worried when the phone suddenly rings.
This is one of the perks of being a small town sheriff in a tiny little hamlet where nothing ever happens. On one hand, it can get a little boring, but on the other hand you don’t have to stress out too often because the scariest call you’re going to get on a Wednesday evening is to help someone coax their cat down from a tree. Typically, that’s the fire departments job, anyway.
I glance over at the phone and see that this call is coming direct to the station, not through dispatch, which makes me even less worried. This is not uncommon in our quiet city of Bawking. When someone has a problem they can just give me a ring, and most of the folks here know me by name.
“Hello,” I answer, half yawning as a grab the receiver. “Bawking Sherriff’s Office, this is Bopper speaking.”
“I need your help, Bop,” comes a frantic voice on the other end of the line.
I sit up immediately, recognizing the genuine desperation in her tone, and because it only takes me a few seconds to recognize the woman I’m speaking to. “Is this Weno?” I ask.
“It’s me,” she replies. “My husband, Porp, is missing. He’s been gone since yesterday evening, he never came home from game night with his friends.”
; I can relax a bit now, recognizing this call for what it is.
“He’s probably just drunk off of his ass somewhere, Weno,” I offer. “You know how those guys can get during game night, I’m sure he’ll be home in a few hours.”
“You don’t understand!” Weno yells. “He’s gone, but he’s still here. I need you to come over right away.”
I’m trying to follow exactly what my old friend is saying, but I’m having a very hard time. “What do you mean he’s missing but he’s still here?” I ask, making my best attempt to clarify.
“He’s talking to me from the other side,” Weno explains.
I stand up from my chair. “I’ll be right over,” I tell her, a new sense of urgency blossoming through me. It’s not because I’m particularly concerned about Weno’s missing husband, however, it’s because I’m now concerned about her own mental health.
I head out of the station and jump into the police cruiser, taking off towards Weno’s place at a reasonable pace. I reach down and grab the CB radio. “Heading over to check on, Weno Rhyno, nothing to worry about for now. Over.”
There is nothing but static in response, which is a little bit unusual although not unheard of. My officers are probably just away form their radios at the moment.
I wait a minute or two and then try again. “Heading over to Weno’s place down on Merkmood St, anyone else out there copy? Over.”
Still no response, just a strange field of static interference that washes across my ears in a series of hypnotic waves.
Suddenly, a voice cuts through the fuzz, but it’s not one that I recognize. “He’s lost in the upside down realm,” the voice announces, “we need to break in and get him back.”
“Hello?” I interrupt. “Who is on this channel? This is a police channel.”
There is no response, but before I can dive any deeper into this mystery I arrive at Weno’s place, a small, two-bedroom rambler out in the middle of the woods. The house has definitely seen better days, and as I roll up and park I notice that one of the walls of the building has a huge, gaping hole in it; not a good sign.
I climb out of the car and yell out towards the rambler. “Weno! Is everything okay in there?”
Moment’s later the door opens. Weno is standing before me in a disheveled state of anxiety, her hair messy and her eye’s wild. It looks as though she might have been crying, but I can’t quite tell.
“Mind if I come in?” I ask, now realizing that I need to be delicate with my line of questioning moving forward. Something strange is definitely going on here, and it’s likely all happening somewhere deep down within Weno’s own mind.
I walk up the front steps and my old friend gives me a hug. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she offers with a grave sincerity. “I need your help, Bop.”
“I know, I know,” I assure her, “I’ll see what I can do.”
We head inside and immediately my desire for calm is put to the test. Around the living room are hundreds of hanging butt plugs, ranging from massive and black to tiny, rainbow-colored. They are dangling from the ceiling on strings, seemingly at random other than the assortment of anal sex toys positioned over painted letters on the far wall. The entire alphabet is scrawled there.
“What is all this?” I ask, trying to keep the tone of my voice as even as possible.
“It’s how my husband has been talking to me,” explains Weno. “Porp is somewhere on the other side, but he’s communicating through these butt plugs.”
I’m not sure how to react to this, so I make the decision not to, instead taking a seat at the kitchen table. Weno sits down across from me, still deliriously frantic but trying her best to hold it together.
“So Porp was at a game night with his buddies?” I start. “Was that the last time you heard from him?”
Weno shakes her head.
“When was the last time you heard from him?” I continue.
“Right before you got here,” Weno admits.
I just stare at her blankly, utterly confused again but trying to remain as professional as possible.
“And how did he talk to you?” I ask, knowing exactly where this is headed.
“Through the butt plugs,” explains Weno.
I turn around in my chair and gaze out across the cluttered room, my eyes landing upon the wall with the painted letters. “Through that?” I question.
Weno nods.
“Well, can we talk to him now?” I ask, humoring her.
Weno nods again.
“Are you listening, Porp?” I yell out.
A deafening silence falls over the room. I keep my eyes looked onto the wall of letters, not exactly sure what to looks for.
“Where are you?” I continue.
Again, we are greeted by total silence. I’m just about ready to turn back around when suddenly there is a loud buzzing, making me jump in my chair with surprise. I stand up and walk over towards the wall for a better look, making sure that my eye’s are not deceiving me.
They aren’t.
One of the hanging butt plugs is vibrating hard, rattling against the wall as it hangs above the painted letter H. The vibration suddenly changes to the plug over the letter E, then R, then back to E.
“Here,” I say aloud, impressed but still skeptical about this whole thing.
“You see!” Weno announces loudly. “He’s talking to me!”
I turn back to face the women. “Are you sure they batteries aren’t just acting up in these things?”
“They don’t have batteries,” Weno informs me. “Those aren’t vibrators, they’re just butt plugs.”
I stare at the wall in shock, unable to fully comprehend this incredible occurrence of the supernatural. “How can we get to you?” I question the wall.
Suddenly, the butt plugs begin to buzz rapidly, spelling out an entire paragraph before us as we scramble to comprehend the whole thing. When it’s finally finished, it reads: Please don’t come looking for me. I am happy here. Just wanted you to know I was okay, but I will not be returning from the upside down realm.
Weno is shaking her head. “There’s gotta be some kind of mistake. That’s not really him! Someone is talking for Porp and trying to throw us off of the trail!”
I’m inclined to agree. Unless this other world is something truly spectacular, I can’t imagine why Porp wouldn’t want to return home to his beautiful, loving wife.
“I’ll find him,” I turn and tell my old friend. “I promise you that I will find him and I will bring him home.”
Weno nods as I head towards the door. I don’t trust the wall to give me any new information, but the term “upside down realm” made me immediately remember those odd voices on the radio from earlier.
Right as I’m about to leave, I spot the hole in the wall again. “What’s the from?” I question.
Weno hesitates. “Just be careful, Bopper. There’s monsters out there.”
Without another word, I leave, but her warning continues to swim in circles through my mind..
I climb into the police cruiser and flip on the radio, listening intently to the static as it cascades over itself in a strange repetition. There are no voices to make out at first, but the longer I listen the longer I begin to detect anomalies in the pattern, strange organic spikes in the radio feed.
I adjust the dial a bit, then finally stop when the same voice from before bursts through the buzz.
“We’ve got to get out there to the old power plant,” exclaims the voice. “That’s where the door to the other side is.”
Immediate, I spring into action, throwing the car into drive and then peeling out of the gravel driveway. I’m shooting down the road as fast as I can towards the old power station, my mind racing with all of the strange occurrences of the afternoon. Could there really be another world existing directly on top of ours, a strange parallel universe that you are vaguely connected to but cannot manage to see or sense? Even stranger still, could it really be possible to visit this other layer?
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br /> The more that I consider this, the more I realize I should proceed with caution. Even though I am the sheriff of this town, the power plant is federal government property and I have no real jurisdiction there. More importantly, if there actually is a doorway to the other side there, it is bound to be heavily guarded.
A lesser sheriff might use this as an excuse to turn around, to pretend that none of this ever happened and that Weno is just a crazy old lady in a shack in the woods. Fortunately, I am not one of those sheriffs. The fact is, I made a promise that I would find Porp and bring him back, and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
I pull over on the side of the road and get out of my cruiser. Between the power plant and me there is a rather larger forest, and instead of driving right up to the front gate I realize now that I might be better served by sneaking through the woods and trying my best to remain undetected.
With my gun at the ready, I head out into the thick trees, my eyes darting around for any sign of federal patrolmen who might be guarding the area.
Eventually, I arrive at a large, chain-link fence. Beyond it I can see the massive gray towers of the power plant and below that are several armed guards patrolling the front door, just as I suspected. Crouching behind a thick Douglas fir, I watch with rapt attention, making a mental note of their walking patterns.
It’s going to be difficult, but if I time my movements just right I might be able to scale the fence and then make a break for the door. Hopefully, I’m not spotted and gunned down on the way.
My heart pounding hard within my chest, I wait until just the right instant and then sprint over to the fence, climbing it quickly and then dropping down to the other side with as little noise as possible. Once over, it’s a straight shot to the power plant doorway, and somehow I manage to make it there undetected.
I slip inside.
The power plant immediately strikes me as unusually sterile and scientific, like some kind of medical lab rather than an industrial utility building. Moving onward into the depths of the structure, it immediately becomes apparent that this place holds many more secrets than I could’ve ever prepared for.
