By Dylan
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The Nightmare before Easter

It was the week before Easter, and everybody was in a spirited mood. Spring had come early this year, and in California the weather was as fine as could be. Muscle Beach was full of the notorious bodybuilders and their crowd of fans and hangers-on, tourists and the few natives that still could afford to live here, down by the beach, where housing was so expensive that only very rich people could afford it.

Tyler Johnson was one of them.

He lived only a few hundred yards away from the building where he had been trained, just a year ago, just around the corner from the coffee-shop where he had met John Meyers for the first time.

After the Cabana-Boys and the Foundation had freed him from the clutches of Prince Hamza – the man that had bought him, enslaved him and abused him, and after they had given him fifty million Dollars out of the frozen accounts of the Prince, he had returned to Los Angeles, back to his roots, to start his life afresh.

The gym was still there, under new ownership, as well as the coffee-shop and muscle-beach.

Tyler’s psychotherapist had been sceptical, but returning back here had helped Tyler to heal, to overcome all the brainwashing techniques John Meyers had used on him.

He was free again, free to do what he wanted. He lived his life to the fullest.

Today he had decided to join the crowd and hang out at Muscle-Beach to watch the bodybuilders. One man had caught his eye, a black guy who winked at him whenever he had lifted a really heavy weight.

The man he had watched working out at Muscle-Beach was a beast. Tall, very well built, with all the right bulges in all the right places. His small gym-shorts had shown the man packed an ass to die for and a bulge that promised a cock easily able to fill all of Tyler’s orifices.

Tyler liked his men big.

While ‘away’, that was the way he talked about his enslavement, very big dicks had opened the former straight boy up for good, had opened up his mind to the harder aspects of sex.

Even though his therapist worked with him three times a week and Professor Spiner, the scientist working with the Cabana Boys, had almost decoded even the last riddles of the nanites now living in Tyler’s bloodstream, the sexy boy was ‘tainted’, turned into an insatiable slut.

‘Tainted’, that was how Tyler saw himself. While he was ‘gone’, his parents had taken up an offer from Dickson Enterprises of good jobs and a better life in Dickson County.

Tyler did not even blame them. He had introduced his own Dad to John Meyers and the gym. He was responsible for the fact that his own Dad got infected with nanites, that he had changed considerably.

His Dad had looked much younger very quickly, had gained muscles and even dick-size, just like Tyler himself, had and his more than delighted mother had also been tasting the forbidden fruit and fully indulged themselves in all the new sensations that lay before them.

Tyler more than once had heard them having sex, enjoying their new bodies to the fullest, or overheard them discussing the offer from Dickson. Even before Tyler had been abducted, they already seemed to have forgotten their only son.

And now, back home after a hard time in Hamza’s Palace in the desert, owner of a beach-house, several cars and a fortune in the bank, Tyler was able to do what he wanted.

Or was he?

It was still early in the morning. His bedroom was on the first floor, overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Today the sea was calm, a light mist illuminated by the rising sun, still hidden behind one of the high-rise buildings behind Tyler’s beach house. The sun would have to climb much higher before it was not concealed by that building anymore, but the early morning glow was already bright enough to illuminate Tyler’s bedroom with a soft light.

He woke up early, much too early. After the party he had forgotten to close the blinds, he now realized, cursing himself.

He had accepted the invitation of the big black bodybuilder to join him at a housewarming party of some friends, and he had picked up the sexy man right in front of the outdoor gym at Muscle Beach.

Tyler realized he still did not even know the name of the guy.

He knew the size of his dick, though, and he knew how good it felt, fucking him deep and hard. The housewarming party had soon turned into a full-blown orgy. He was the only white boy, the only boy of eighteen, somehow the gift of his new friend to the owner of the apartment.

Soon the dress-code had changed, from sporty casual to jockstrap or naked. The other guests, all young and hung black guys, had certainly looked forward to meeting sexy Tyler, and they were soon more than willing to give him a warm welcome.

He had been drinking a few shots, felt warm and relaxed, and was waiting for the guys to introduce themselves in a proper manner.

They had all had fucked him, that he knew . Virile studs, muscular, well trained, hungry for a new sensation, they had all waited in line to take him. Soon his 'old' training had kicked in again. Even though his therapist wanted to ‘heal’ him, cure him of those cravings, Tyler needed his fix from time to time, and the night of the party had been perfect to take a few dicks, one after another, once again.

It had been a work-night, though. The party was just one of several housewarming parties for the new owner, and this one had to take place in the middle of the week.

That was no problem for Tyler, but the other guests had to go home early, so around three AM the host called quits. Everybody was spent, it seemed, even Tyler, after everybody had cum a couple of times, all of the men at least once in Tyler’s ass or mouth.

He took a shower with his friend from muscle beach, called his car, and was home by four, once again alone in his huge bed, tired after an evening of dinner, dance and debauchery.

A peek at the clock showed he had not slept very long. It was just six o’clock. He felt a burning thirst and got up to drink something, planning to go back to bed right away. Returning from the kitchen, he just wanted to close the blinds, then he saw it.

It was eerie, to say the least.

The terrace on front of his bedroom, the huge terrace that was his pride and joy, the terrace that faced the ocean, the terrace that was made of solid concrete with Italian tiles was today made of green grass, and Tyler did not look out over the ocean, covered by the usual light mist of an early morning, but into a park of sorts, a well kept green oasis.

Tyler felt his world spin around him.

He was dreaming, he knew he must be. No one had abducted him, again, for a second time. That could not be true. He was always careful now, wasn’t he? He had been taken by a new friend to a party full of new friends. He still knew none of their names, phone-numbers, the only details he remembered vividly were the cock sizes of the men he had met last night.

How could he be so stupid? He cursed himself. They had drugged him, that much was clear, drugged him and abducted him, and now he was here.

On the other hand, this was his bedroom. he had wandered into his kitchen, sleepily, found his refrigerator, found his favorite juice. He was at home, but somehow he was not at home.

It was eerie, to say the least. There it was again, that same thought. Tyler was still naked as he walked out of his house to feel the grass under the soles of his feet.

He needed to be certain, he wanted to see if his dream ended when his feet touched the familiar tiles of his terrace instead of that freshly mowed lawn.

But the scene did not change. Only one thing happened. Someone was approaching from afar.

Tyler blinked a few times, but the ‘someone’ stayed the same. A brightly smiling young man, in something like a weird Easter Bunny costume of sorts, now stood in front of him, complete with ears, a bow-tie, a jockstrap that promised a nice cock, and thigh length boots, all in white and pink colors.

The young ‘Rabbit’ held two colorful Easter Eggs in his hands, and, presenting them too Tyler, simply asked: “Hungry?”

Yes, he was hungry, Tyler now felt his stomach rumble. The offer from the sexy bunny was just too inviting. Tyler smiled back at the friendly young man in the sexy outfit and answered: “Very!”

However, the sexy Easter Bunny was not just merely handing out his eggs. He grinned broadly and asked: “Are you willing to play a little game to get them?”

Tyler nodded. He could not think straight, his brain was clouded, maybe from a lack of food or maybe from the lack of energy after his night of debauchery with the black studs. Perhaps because of the amount of all those drinks he had had.

The eggs in the hands of the sexy black Easter Bunny looked too good to resist. Tyler wanted those eggs, he needed them, craved them.

He looked down for a moment, trying to concentrate. He was just about to ask the Easter Bunny what sort of game he wanted to play, when he realized the funny young Bunny was gone.

Instead, a dark figure had replaced him.

A real Easter Bunny of Doom stood where the athletic young Bunny in his white and pink outfit had been standing a second before.

Tyler blinked, not believing his own eyes. The smallish and cute young black boy in the frilly outfit was gone, now a tower of a man replaced him. Just like the cute bunny before him, this monster of a hare had huge rabbit ears, but instead of a white jockstrap and thigh length boots this giant was naked, except for a pair of black gloves.

Tyler realized he had thought “Bunny” and “Hare” and corrected himself, blinking again to clear his head. They were men, men in weird outfits maybe, but still men.

The huge bodybuilder in front of him walked closer to the scared young man. Tyler was as naked as the huge hare, the tall man, Tyler again correcting his train of thoughts. The naked black man was oozing manliness, towering over Tyler at at least seven foot, as tall as some basketball-player. However, he was huge all over, with bulging muscles, easily able to win a heavyweight bodybuilding competition.

Tyler had admired guys like him at the Muscle beach outdoor gym, and some of those big guys had even bedded him, fucked him into oblivion, but this one was somehow different.

His fat cock still hung soft, but still impossibly thick. Tyler felt his mouth water and his stomach rumbled, still unfed. The huge hare smiled: ”Are you hungry, baby-bunny?”

His deep voice made Tyler’s stomach rumble even more. The boy could see a drop of precum on the impossibly thick dickhead of the huge bodybuilder, a drop of pre that looked soo tasty and smelled so good that Tyler did not think as he knelt in front of the big man.

He felt the gloved hands at his ears. The fat dick in front of him started to ooze pre as it grew hard, growing bigger and bigger.

The hare made him open his mouth, without thinking, and while the fat dick slid deep down Tyler’s throat he tasted the creamy pre, tasted all those fillings he had loved as a young boy. The Easter Egg chocolates of his childhood were filled with cream, like vanilla, sweet nougat, sometimes even a syrupy alcoholic liquor when he had managed to steal one of his mothers Easter Eggs.

Tyler’s head started to swim, from the taste of the hares precum and from the lack of oxygen. Tyler knew the feeling well, many men had tied him up and facefucked him until he passed out.

He knew his anxiety would rise until right before the euphoria ended, the high would change into panic, and he now used his hands and his strong arms to push the big muscled brute away. He felt the legs of the big hare were like pillars of stone, warm, soft, but hard and not moving. The fat cock itself was embedded deeply in Tyler’s throat, oozing the sweet precum, but Tyler was unable to taste it any longer. The dick was directly feeding into the boys stomach, blocking his windpipe, and as he felt himself passing out, he heard the Easter Bunny of Doom chuckle:

”Now you’re well-fed, you can visit the Red Queen!”

“Hello young bunny, what are you doing here?” Tyler heard a voice, demanding respect as he slowly woke up from his deep unconsciousness, trying to open his eyes. The voice spoke again, this time with explicit authority: ”He doesn’t want to answer! You two, help him to get up and bring him to her Majesty!”

Tyler felt strong hands grab him and lift him up. He opened his eyes fully and saw the boy, the man, the Rabbit who had spoken. He wore a red leather outfit, like the caricature of a solider's uniform designed by the gayest designer ever. Somehow though Tyler knew the young man was the commander of the other bunny-rabbits, their superior.

He tried to wriggle out of the tight hands of the other 'bunny rabbit' soldiers. He struggled in vain, those young bunnies had hands like steel that held him tight. As they dragged him forward, he saw one of the bunnies in all his glory, a kind of handsome but somehow girlish looking bunny, also clad in a red leather outfit, but with significantly less to cover his nakedness. Even though Tyler had at first thought the boy looked girlish, the bulge promised far from boyish or girlish equipment. The bulge in the leather jockstrap was huge, and now the young rabbit-boy gave Tyler an arrogant smile. Even though his lips did not part, Tyler knew what the boy thought. He clearly would make Tyler scream, given the chance of fucking his ass, uhm ... like a rabbit.

The solider dragged Tyler towards a huge golden portal with red insignia, opening up in front of him, leading down into the burrow of the rabbit family living in the strange land of dreams that the boy was now being abducted to.

A Grand Hall opened up in front of him. He saw a throne at the far end where Her Majesty was seated.

An elderly man stepped out into the path of Tyler. The boy, still being held and lead by the strong hands of the young soldiers, looked up to the man, feeling a deja-vue. He demanded respect, that much was clear, and Tyler saw that the man looked just like Mr. John Meyers, the man who had trained him, used him, broken him to little pieces, stripping him of his youthful innocence and moulding him into a devoted slave, a tireless sextoy.

The man, however, did not seem to even recognize or acknowledge Tyler, but simply addressed the soldiers:

“Very good, you did well! Her Majesty is pleased with your service. Go and rest until she needs you again!”

The elderly hare stared down at Tyler, and Tyler saw he was well-muscled and looked fairly fit for his age.

He wore a shiny red suit that clearly displayed the still impressive physique of the Major-Domo, the highest ranking servant of the Queen. His bulge was most impressive, and Tyler’s mouth watered, remembering the countless times John Meyers had face-fucked him with his ample endowment.

“Listen closely! I said: LISTEN CLOSELY!” The man in the red suit now grew impatient. Tyler had not paid attention, lost in his daydream of being fucked, in the mouth and in the ass.

The loud and demanding voice pulled him back to reality.

“You will now meet the Queen! You will go down on your knees in front of her, show her the respect we all owe her. You will not speak until she asks you a question, and you will address her as “Your Majesty”. Fail and you will be punished severely, much to the amusement of our great and mighty Queen, Her Majesty, The mighty Red Doe, Mother of the Land and Destroyer of our Enemies!”

Tyler did not know if this all was a farce. The soldiers had let him go, the old man had given him a quick lesson in behavior, but all he wanted to do was break into laughter, into a hissy fit of giggling.

The Queen looked like a frilly Transvestite, complete with a well kept head of black long hair and a perfectly trimmed thin beard.

Her body was all manly, well muscled, tight and athletic, with even a sixpack and bulging pecs, but

‘She’ wanted to be called “Queen”, “Her Majesty”, seen as a woman? Weirdly enough the Queen had a fat bulge in that small leather pouch between her strong legs, and Tyler felt the hunger again, the urge to kneel and worship the seemingly huge cock of the Red Queen.

He saw the eyes of the Transvestite, of the Queen. They were deep black seas under strong brows, a hypnotizing presence radiating from them. Tyler felt his knees go weak as his mouth watered.

He knelt in submission, and the Queen simply parted her legs even wider, giving her newest slave permission to touch her, to free her fat dick, to open the buttons of the leather pouch that still covered the forbidden fruit.

When Tyler smelt her manly scent, saw the first drops of precum, all he could do was lean in and lick that huge dickhead. The Queen’s pre tasted salty and sweet at the same time, like an easteregg of salted caramel. He felt that she wanted him to go down on her cock all the way, he knew she wanted him to suck her off, he knew the Queen wanted to feed him her nectar, and he started to suck in earnest.

The Queen’s hands in her thin red gloves held Tyler’s head, guided him, helped him, holding him down in a vice-grip, giving him no option other than taking her load.

While he sucked her dick, he heard her voice, arrogantly giving an order: ”Fuck him, my good soldiers, fill up his ass with the seed of your loins!”

Tyler knew the Grand Hall was full of hares now, ready and able to fuck him, follow their Queen’s commands.

While just licking her dickhead now, he was able to look left and right. Many bunny-rabbits were waiting for their turn, it seemed. He saw soldiers, he saw playful rabbits in fluffy onsies, he saw some already naked and hard, others still dressed in posing straps or leather thongs.

Tyler was held down on the Queen’s hard cock while several bunny-rabbits fucked him, hard, quick, mercilessly, depositing loads of hot cum inside his tight little ass.

One fucker, however, was saved for last. The Easter Bunny of Doom had changed, but his dick was the same. Thick, long, hard, a real ramrod, ready and able to open up Tyler’s wellfucked ass-chute even wider, giving him the fuck of all fucks.

The Queen let Tyler’s head go once again, and as he let her dick slide out, just suckling the plum-shaped head, she seemed to look down at him, pitying him for the fuck he was now about to endure.

When he felt the monstrous pillar of black meat open up his sore ass, Tyler screamed out.

He struggled, opening his eyes. The Queen was gone, the Grand Hall had reshaped into his bedroom, and he felt a cool breeze and the strong arms of the man of last night.

He even remembered the man’s name. Maurice.

Maurice held him tight, whispering soothing words, like calming down a young child after a nightmare.

Tyler felt the man’s huge dick, but not penetrating his tight ass against his will, like he had dreamt. Maurice cock was massive, but it was soft, resting against Tyler’s back as Maurice kissed the boy’s fears away.

The Nightmare before Easter was over, and Tyler knew Maurice was the man to protect him against other nightmares from now on.