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Into the Woods - 3 (Finale)

By Jotto

Patrick screams as the creature picks him up by his cock and carries him close to the fire.  As Patrick grabs at the creatures arm trying to take some of his weight off his cock, he fears for his life as he dangles from the creature’s powerful grip.  Patrick is hovering so close to the flames that he’s afraid that he is about to be burned alive.  Patrick would have been afraid to touch this being before, but now hangs onto its’ arm for dear life.

The creature that has a hold of Patrick speaks, “I got’m, I got’m.  Have a look, he’s a cute one, and with a right good pee-shooter on’m.”

Upside down and in pain, Patrick is able to hold himself up by grabbing onto the massive hand clutching him, thereby taking away some of the pain away from his cock.  And even in the chaos, Patrick is surprised that the creature can speak, and even more so that he though he heard a cockney accent.  The first creature that was seated by the fire and walks up.

“Aye, good job Boog, he's looks delicious.  See, you can always trust my nose.  I could smell him coming for the last hour, I could.  And he’s got a real sweet scent stirring up in his blood too.  He’s going to make a real tasty meal, he is.”

Boog gleefully asks, “Ey, Smeg, since I caught him, you think I can have his pud to wear around my neck?”

Smeg, “We’ll see.”

Boog, “But you already got so many you can’t wear’m all.”

That’s when Patrick notices the severed cocks hanging around Smeg’s neck.  He realizes their talking about cutting off his dick and tries desperately to pry the creatures fist off of his cock even if it means falling into the fire.

Smeg flicks Patrick on the head with his huge finger, “Here now, we’ll have none of that.  Settle down blondie.”  

Patrick screams, “Oh God, help me!”

Smeg looks to Boog, “Turn’m over so I can have a poke at’m.”

In a flash, Boog tosses Patrick in the air and catches him into a bearhug that has him folded in half.  Smeg is quick and to the point and shoves his finger into Patrick’s anus.  Patrick cries out in pain as Smeg’s thick finger rummages around inside of him.

After a minute or so, Smeg takes his finger out of Patrick’s ass and sucks on it to sample the young man’s bouquet.

Smeg hums, “Emm, I can taste the fear, much sweeter than you usually get  with white meat.”

Boog gets excited, “Oo, I know?  Human Wellington, you know, rolled up in a  ball, coated in pâté de foie gras, wrapped in puff pastry, and baked to a golden brown.  He’d be right for that.”

Patrick can’t believe what he’s hearing and starts to hyperventilate.

Smeg nods no, “Normally, I would agree with you, but we didn’t bring our oven with us.”

Boog realizes his faux pas, “Oh, you right, hmm, that is a shame.  Well, we did want to travel lite.  We can only make soup or stew with the cauldron.”

Smeg has an epiphany, “Oy, I know, we can try that, Buddha Jumps Over the Wall recipe you’ve been savoring.  We got the flower, mushrooms and ginseng.”

Boog points out, “Yes, but none of the exotic sea life that’s required.”

Smeg shrugs, “Oh well, we’ll just have to substitute with some of the local fish from the lake nearby.”

Boog smiles, “You’re so resourceful.”

A trembling Patrick asks, “You’re going to eat me?”

Smeg to Boog, “Aye, we have a talker.”

Boog, “Maybe we should address our meal?  We haven’t done that in a while.  Make it all nice a formal like.”

Smeg likes the idea of being proper for a change.

Smeg looks to Patrick, “Hello little one, what would be your name?”

Patrick nervously answers, “Patrick.”

“Hello, Patrick, I am Smeg, and the one holding you is Boog.”

Boog says, “Hello.”  

Smeg continues, “And we are what is commonly known as, ogres.”

Boog interjects, “I prefer the term, bête noire.”

Smeg tolerates the interruption and clears his throat, “Well, what ever you call us, it won’t matter for long as we are going to dine on you.”

Patrick, “What?”

Smeg, “Eat you, we’re going to eat you.”

Patrick whimpers, “No.”

Smeg smiles, “There, there lamb chop, no need for grief or sorrow, we will be preparing you to be a most delectable repast.”

Boog inhales, “Em yes, we will enjoy you very much.”

Patrick, “You’re monsters.”

Smeg winces at that, “Hey, that is not a nice word.  We can’t help it if we have to go back to eating people.  We have avoided it for the last few hundred years.”

Boog, “But with urban sprawl and climate change, well it’s made quite an impact on the food chain.”

Smeg, “Yes it has, just not enough big game to go around.  But there certainly is a whole lot of you folk around.”

Boog, “Far too many, oh, and the mess you all make.”

Smeg, “Yes, so as we prepare to dine on you, you can rejoice in the knowledge that the consumption of your body will help in some small way to bring balance back to nature and that your meat will sustain us.”

Boog says, “In a way, we are environmentalist.”

Patrick refutes with, “You’re cannibals.”

Smeg corrects Patrick, “It’s only cannibalism if you eat your own kind, and we are quite dissimilar.

Boog, “Oh, and don’t forget the other thing.”

Smeg, “And what is that, Boog?”

“You know, his tallywacker.”

Patrick thinks he knows what that means, “My what?”

Smeg to Patrick, “Oh yes, and you’ll be glad to know that your handsome penis will survive you as a wonderful adornment around our necks.”

Patrick is aghast at the thought of it, “You’re going to cut off my dick?”

Smeg is quite nonchalant about it, “Yes, and because we know how much it means to you, we will help you to have one last orgasm.”

Boog chimes in, “Plus we like to wear the cocks with some sperm left inside of them, kind of makes it a symbol of fertility.”

Smeg politely says, “And we do tell you all this to terrify you.”

Boog, “Em yes, we find the release of adrenaline really gives the meat that extra zing.”

Smeg claps his hands, “Well, so much for introductions, let’s get to it.”

Before Patrick can utter a protest or plead for his wellbeing, he is turned upside down and his head is smothered by Smeg’s large hand while Boog holds him up.  Patrick claws and hammers away at the hand around his head as Smeg swallows his cock and Boog rims his ass.  The vacuum pressure in Smeg’s mouth is so powerful that it draws blood into Patrick’s cock forcing it to become fully engorged.  Deprived of sight and sound, Patrick can feel his cock being sloshed around in Smeg’s mouth.  He is frightened half to death that the snaggled teeth of the ogre will start shredding his cock at any moment now, but it never happens.  And even with as frightened and repulsed as he was to have his cock in that creatures mouth, he couldn’t help but take note that it was actually pleasurable eve while being terrified knowing this was a prelude to his demise.  

It was like the time four years ago while visiting relatives that he was woken out of a deep sleep by his ninety-five year old great-uncle sucking on his cock…without his dentures.  He wanted to push him off, but you know, it did feel real good.  And like a mountain climber he thought, just don’t look down.  And when that great uncle died just a few months later, Patrick gave some thought of volunteering at senior centers.

While Smeg was sucking on Patrick’s cock, Boog had his tongue planted deep inside his ass.  Patrick could feel Boog’s serpentine like tongue undulating its way past his rectum and pushing in deeper.  He could feel Boog’s viscus saliva coating his crotch and gumming up his very personal effects.  

Patrick was being betrayed by his own body, falling prey to the overwhelming manipulations of those two ogres.  Patrick tried to fight back his erection knowing that as soon as he would have an orgasm, they wold cut off his cock.  And he is all the more stimulated by erotic asphyxiation.  He becomes delirious as those two ogres really worked him over until he lost all restraint, his body spasms and his groin contracts as his seed is once again purged from his loins.  The two ogres, being experience in the ways of exploiting the male reproductive system, can sense the coming wave off semen.  And before Patrick’s sperm leaves his body, Boog swiftly grabs Patrick by his wrists and ankles and snaps him tight like a locker room towel.  Patrick is in the throws of a major orgasm and can’t hold it back though try as he might.

Boog gleefully, “Here it comes.  Here it comes.”

Simultaneously, Smeg whips out a giant pair of crude scissors, opens them up and places the sharp edges around Patrick’s trembling cock.

And as Patrick’s sperm gushes up through his cock, he yells, “NOOOOO!”

Then, Patrick’s seed geysers out of him, a true fountain of youth.

Boog cheers, “Now, cut it off now!”

Patrick screams, “NO!”

Smeg takes a deep breath, “No, we must wait for the thickest part of the flow.”

And as the second half of his purge shoots out of his cock, Patrick is finally able to catch his breath.

Patrick yells out as his cock squirts out, “I CAN GET YOU BIGGER COCKS!”

Smeg was indeed about to snip off Patrick’s cock, but decides he can wait a few more seconds before he separates him from his manhood.

Smeg is curious, “Bigger, you say?  Just how much bigger?”

Boog is impatient, “Don’t listens to him, just cuts it off.”

Smeg, “Hang on Boog, let’s here him out.  We could get a package deal out of this.”  Smeg turns to Patrick, “Talk quick, or I go snip, snip.”

Patrick frantically, “There are four huge cocks not far from here.”

Smeg, “You said bigger, bigger than yours?”

Patrick pants out, “Oh yeah, especially two of them.”

Patrick points with his head back up the path he had come down.  He was only partially lying as two of them are about the same size as him.

Patrick continues as he eyes the scissors poised at the base of his cock, “And they come in an assortment of colors.  You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Smeg asks, “What colors?”

Patrick says, “Well, there’s one more white guy like me, and he has one of the bigger cocks.  Then there are two black guys, and one of them has a cock so huge that it makes mine look like a frightened turtle.”

Boog is a bit incredulous, “Na, go on.”

Patrick, “Yes, it’s true.”

Smeg prompts Patrick, “And the fourth one?”

Patrick, “Yeah, he has a huge cock too.  He’s Asian, Korean to be exact.”

Boog asks purely out of culinary interest, “Light skinned or dark skinned?”

Patrick hated talking about people like this, but those four bastards back at the house are planning to kill him.

Patrick hesitantly, “Um, he is a dark skinned Asian.”

Both Smeg and Boog make a yummy sound, and in unison and they say, “Em, spicy.”

Smeg asks, “Any Indians, you know, from India?  Oh, they’re really spicy.  It’s because of all the curry they eat and so forth.  You know, diet really does affect the flavor of the meat.”

Patrick, “Sorry, no Indians in our group.”

Boog is absolutely parental as, “Come on, Smeg, you know Indian disagrees with you.  Don’t forget your tummy issues.”

Smeg pouts, “Yeah, I know.  All right then, no Indian.”

Smeg pulls the scissors away from Patrick’s cock just as the last percolation of sperm oozes up and runs down its side.

Smeg even surprises himself by abating the slaughter of Patrick, “Well Patrick, you have done what only a few before you have managed to do, you have talked your way off my dinner plate…for now.”  

Smeg instructs Boog, “All right then, put ’em down, Boog.”

Boog is disappointed, “Are you sure?  Can’t we eat him any way and get those associates of his ourselves?”

Smeg insists, “You know we have to minimize any risk of exposing ourselves to the their world.  So let’s see if he can deliver the goods.  Put him down.”

Boog lets go of Patrick and he falls to the ground close to the flames.  Smeg grabs Patrick by the arm and sets him on his feet, but keeps a hold of him.

Smeg warns Patrick, “Now listen up, Patrick, we are going to follow you back to this place of yours and we will watch from a safe distance.  Then you will deliver them to us one at a time.  But if you’re lying or even exaggerating to us even in the slightest, we will eat you in the most painful way possible…alive.”

Boog adds to the threat with, “Em yeah, it’s been a while since we’ve had human tartare.”

Patrick assures them, “No need for threats, you’ll see I’m telling you the truth.  And they all have way more meat on their bones too, they all workout a lot, very big muscles.”

Smeg grimaces, “Barbell boys are they?  Hmm, that means they’ll be a bit on the tuff side.”

“And gristly too.”  Boog thinks for a second, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to let them simmer a bit longer in the broth, that’ll soften them up right fine it will.”

Smeg, “Yeah, that’s why we prefers ‘em with a little fat on them, more juicy you know.  You wouldn’t have any plump ones you could get us, would you?”

Patrick hesitates at first, “Well… my boyfriend is what you might call…rotund, but he’s far away from here, in the city.”  He said hoping that would keep his boyfriend safe.

Smeg, “So, you what they call a chubby chaser are ya?”

Patrick is surprised that they would know that term, “Well, no, I’m not.  It’s just that he’s a really great guy to be with.”

Smeg, “Makes you feel good?”

“Yes, he does.  And, he’s really smart, knows all the answers on Jeopardy.  And he really appreciates my body, like a lot.  Whereas, other people who are super fit, they can be so judgmental and criticize you for not being as ripped or cut or pumped up as they are, like my asshole brother.”

Smeg asks, “So is that why you’re willing to feed him to us?”

Patrick, “Well, not just for that, you see, I just found out that he and his friends are plotting to kill me.  And if that’s not enough, they just raped me.  And that’s why I’m out here like this, I was too afraid to even get my clothes.”

Smeg, “Ah yes, I thought I tasted the scents of other men in you.”

Boog, “I can see why someone would want to rape you, but why does your brother want to kill you?”

Patrick, “I just inherited half of my father’s wealth.”

Smeg, “Ah yes, money is the root of all evil it is.  Have no need for it ourselves, living off the resources of mother Earth as we do.  You humans make life way more complicated that it has to be.”

Boog to Patrick, “This thing with your brother, very Cain and Abel it is.”

Patrick is religiously ignorant, “Who?”

Boog, “You know, from the Bible, brother against brother…oh never mind.”

Smeg, “Okay, I believe you, Patrick.  Now, let’s go and get those friends of yours.  It’ll be faster if you let us do the walking.  And since I can track your scent, I know the way.”

Smeg tosses Patrick up on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, raises his nose up to the sky and takes a big sniff.  And with absolute certainty, Smeg points the way.

Smeg proclaims, “That’s the way.”

And off they go.  With Patrick on Smeg’s shoulder, the ogres make there way through the trees at incredible speed. Their feet seem to barely touch the ground, and even as bulky as they are, they pass through the trees barely disturbing the branches of the mighty redwoods.  For Patrick, it’s like riding a rollercoaster, both thrilling and scary as the branches whiz by him lightly brushing his body.

The path that took Patrick a couple of hours to traverse is easily covered by the ogres in fifteen minutes.  Within the last patch of trees before the house, the ogres come to a stop and gently set Patrick down.

Patrick catches his breath, “Wow, that was kind of fun.”

Smeg takes a sniff, “Oh my, there has been a lot of testosterone spilt here.  Fee-fi-fo-fum; I smell the blood of horny men. Be they very alive, we’ll grind their bones to make our bread.”

Boog rubs his hands with anticipation, “Oh, and we’ll cuts off their cocks to make our jewelry.”

Smeg turns to Patrick, “Okay Patrick, let us start with the biggest one as to make sure that your telling us the truth.”

Patrick shows his dark side as a devilish smiles creeps across his face, “That would be Ty, he was the first one who raped me.  But it might be difficult to lure him out here.  My appearance will alarm him.  They think I’m locked up somewhere.”

Smeg reaches into a pouch on the back of his belt and pulls out a crumpled up flower that is electric-blue with a cluster of orange pistols at is center.  Smeg carefully hands it to Patrick.

Smeg instructs, “Careful with this, don’t touch the pollen, consuming it will temporarily paralyze you.  This is a rare breed of Papaveroideae from the Himalayas.”

Patrick was astonished, “Boy, you guys get around.”

Smeg continues, “Yes we do.  Now, all you have to do to incapacitate him is shake a bit of the pollen into a drink and give it to him, you know, as a peace offering.”

Boog adds, “Yeah, say that you forgive him for raping you and all that stuff.”

Smeg, “And that after you had some time to think about it, you realized that you like it and want him to do it to you again.”

Boog, “Yeah, that being raped really turns you on and all that, and that this time, you really want him to give it to you hard.”

Smeg, “That you really want to become his bitch.”

Smeg turns to Boog, “You know, Boog, I think we really should have a go at writing some erotica.”

Boog, “Yes, and it would obviously have to be homo-erotic in nature since our species is homosexual.”

Patrick has to ask, “Wait, you mean there are no female ogres?”

Boog, “Alas, no.”

Patrick asks, “Then… how do you… have baby ogres?”

Smeg, “It’s a complicated and messy process that involves a large cabbage.”

Patrick is like, “What?”

Smeg continues, “But since we have very long lives, there really isn’t much of a need for it.  But this is not the time for a biology lesson.”  Smeg gets back to their mission and nudges Patrick towards the house by goosing him with his giant finger in his ass, “Don’t stand there staring, best foot forward, spit spot.”

Hesitantly, Patrick takes his first steps out of the forest and heads for the house.  It is still dark out and the house shines like a beacon in the wild, the only source of manmade light for miles and miles.  All seems to be quiet and still at the palatial mountain retreat.  Patrick treads lightly over the hedge and past the pool and still no signs of activity.  Patrick goes to the master bedroom window and looks inside.  The room is dark and in the glow of the monitors displaying the video of his rape, he can only make out the silhouette of a lone figure in bed.  It’s too dark to dark to tell if it’s David or Ty.  But either way, Patrick figures that’s good cause it means that Ty is by himself, thereby making it easier to have at him.  

Patrick quickly works his way over to the sliding glass door and cracks it open.  The precisely made vinyl doors pop as the seal is broken.  Patrick freezes to see if anyone has been alerted by the noise as he amazes at just how noisy a door can be in the dead of night.  No one seems to have heard him, so he sneaks into the house.  The intrigue of it all has his dick a bit contracted.  He thinks of going up to his bedroom to get his clothes, but decides against it because any creaking of the stairs might alert the others.  His parent’s bedroom where he last saw David and Ty is just down from the kitchen.  Patrick stops by the refrigerator and grabs a bottle of beer.  Patrick thinks it will the perfect lure as he rarely saw Ty without one nearby or in his hand.  He pops it open and taps the flower over the bottle causing the pollen to fall in.  Patrick stealthily works his way down to the master bedroom and spies into the open door.  

And there he is, the architect of his would-be demise, David.  David is buck naked on top of the sheets and passed out from a night of sex and drugs.  David’s muscular body is lit only by the flickering glow of Patricks rape being automatically replayed.  Even with the audio muted, it was horrific and humiliating for Patrick to see himself on those screens.  Patrick looked for the tablet-phone that was feeding the recording to the large monitors so he could delete the video, but can’t find it.  The damn thing was probably lost in the tangle of sheets around David.  He realizes that he’ll just have to take care of it once everyone else is gone.  Patrick quickly swings his head around looking for Ty, but couldn’t see him.  Where was he Patrick fretted?  And that’s when Patrick notices the sound of running water from the en suite.  Ty is taking a shower, perfect, he’s alone, a perfect scenario for drugging him.  Patrick looks back at David and considers taking a poker from the fireplace and stabbing him.  It would be so easy to kill him right now since he knows from past experience that David always overdoes it with the partying leaving him all but dead to the world.  Or how easy it would be to take one of the discarded needles laying about the room and inject David’s slumbering body with an over dosage of his drug of choice.  But Patrick isn’t a murderer.  He’s just going to have to let the ogres do all the killing for him.  He reasons to himself that it’s just a preemptive selfdefense.  And it was either going to be him or the others that were going to be eaten.  Patrick stood there looking at that contemptible creature called David, the most unreasonable monster in his life.  He thinks of how David sculpted his body into muscular perfection only to end up in some ogre’s stew.  And then Patrick salutes David with his middle finger.

Patrick whispers, “Bon appétit, you fucking prick.”

Then Patrick heads to the en suite and carefully takes a peek into the shower room.  And it is that, a shower that is a room onto itself,  wall to wall and ceiling to floor tile with a dozen different shower heads strategically placed all around and focused on the center of the room, very sexy.  And when all the shower heads are operating and a statuesque figure of a man is standing in the middle of it all…well, it’s a show fit for the Bellagio Hotel.  And the statuesque figure standing in the focus of the sprays is Ty, who’s head is turned away from the entrance.  He is still a very alluring figure of a man even though he was planning to become a murderer.  Patrick spies on him for a moment to admire the junoesque form of his nemesis as water and suds run down his body.  Patrick gets a semi and decides to use it as bait.  Patrick swallows down his fear and his anger as he steps into the shower room and in clear view of Ty.  Patrick gets Ty’s attention by clearing his throat.

Patrick, “Hey, big guy.”

Aside from big cocks, the other similarity that Patrick and David share is their father’s voice, all three men sound very similar to each other.  So Ty expected to see David as he turned around.

Ty’s deep voice is as gentle as can be as he says, “Hey lover, I didn’t think you would rise from the dead for…”

Ty was shocked to see Patrick standing there smiling and with a beer in his hand.  Ty considers going into fight mode but hits the pause button on that as he is slightly disarmed by the sight of a naked boy-like man with a bottle of beer.  Patrick goes in for the kill wearing a sultry smile while he slides the bottle of beer down his body and along his cock.

Ty calmly asks, “How’d you get out?”

Patrick is coy, “Oh, just pure fag power.  And the roof was loose.”

Ty is guarded, “What do you want?”

Patrick calls upon his college acting lessons as, “Well you know, while I was in there, I realized something, something that I didn’t want to admit at first, but can’t deny anymore… I liked it.”

Ty, was skeptical, “Really, you didn’t look like it the last time I saw you.”

Patrick puts the beer in Ty’s hand, “I know, but I had time to think about it.  And it’s not so much that I like it, but… I think I need it.”

Having spiked many a drink himself, Ty knows not to accept an open beverage from a stranger, or in this case, an irate twunk.

Twunk: A term combining twink and hunk, used to describe a younger man (usually between 18-25) that has a soft boyish face with the physique of a muscular person.

Ty is suspicious, “You want me to drink this?  What’s in it?”

Patrick grabs Ty’s pec and squeezes it, “It’s just beer, drink it, don’t drink it, whatever.  I just thought it would give you something to do while I suck own your cock.”  Hoping that his nonchalant tone would disarm Ty.

Ty continues to let Patrick feel him up only because he likes being groped.  To further lure Ty into his trap, Patrick makes good on his promise as he slides his hands down and into Ty’s crotch and sets to his knees before the mighty phallus of a black man and places his lips upon it.  It repulses Patrick to go down the man who had inflicted so much pain on him.  But oh, what one does for king and country, or something like that.

As Patrick licks Ty’s cock, he takes some consolation in that it is freshly clean, thought the taste of Axe body wash is disagreeable to the pallet.  While the Phoenix scent (as it is called) with its hint of crushed mint and rosemary may sound delicious, it is not.  And you would think that the sight of a young handsome man going down on you would be incredibly hot, but to Ty, it wasn’t.  For Ty had nothing but contempt for Patrick, and he found the sight of him trying to get a rise out of him pitiful.  Ty had been up and coming all night and quite frankly, he didn’t have another erection in him at the moment.  After all, It does take a lot to engorge such a large volume of meat.  And the only reason Ty was showering at the moment is that he hates the feel of sperm drying on him.  Otherwise, he would have been asleep beside David.  But Ty wasn’t going to tell Patrick that and found it sadistically entertaining to see him degrade himself like this.  As Patrick ran his tongue all over his cock, Ty wondered just how far would Patrick go, and laughed at the absurdity of it all.

Patrick looks up at him, “What’s so funny?”

Ty scoffs, “How pitiful you are.  What are you trying to do?”

“You know, I’m trying to get you hard so you’ll fuck me again.”

Ty nods, “Not happening little dude.  I’m not falling for it.”

“And what do you mean by that?” Patrick asks so innocently.

Ty shoots him down, “After what I did to you, raping like I did and making you cry like a little bitch.  There’s no way you’d want me to do that do you again.  But you know what, I will do that do you again, but when I want to.  And in the remote chance that you really do want me to fuck you, I fucking love that I deny you my cock.  I got you, and I will get you again.”

Now, maybe it’s his swaggering braggadocio, maybe it’s fatigue from being up all night, or maybe it’s his autonomic response to having a bottle of beer in his hand, or it’s all of the above, but Ty forgot his suspicion about the beer being spiked and took a victorious (how about them apples) sip from the bottle.  And just a few glugs later, Ty realizes his fuckup and jerks the bottle from his lips.  Ty looks at the bottle wondering what’s about to happen to him, he looks down at Patrick who has a devilish smile on his face.  As a wave of unrelenting weakness hits him, Ty realizes his suspicion is justified.  He throws the bottle at Patrick who ducks out of the way and the bottle crashes to a far corner of the shower room.  

Ty looks down at Patrick and goes to slap him, “You mother fucker.”

But when Ty slaps Patrick, it is a very limp-waisted slap and his hand just flaps around on the end of his arm like a queen’s salutation.  Ty tries to call out for David, but all he can muster is a whispering…

“Da…”

And Ty collapses like a marionette that just had its’ strings cut.  His body hits the wet floor with the slap of dead meat.  Patrick turns off the shower and stands victoriously over his prey.  And when Patrick notices that Ty’s eyes are batting around madly, he realizes that he’s not unconscious, just paralyzed.  Oh how Patrick is going to enjoy this as he quickly improvs a scheme of revenge.

“Hey Ty, it’s my turn to christen you.”

And with that, Patrick urinates all over him.  Ty is very aware and becomes very angry, all he wants is to bash in Patrick’s head, but all he can do is barely flinch a finger and his yells are nothing more than a drooling gurgle.  

Patrick kneels beside Ty, “Welcome to my club, it’s called the, Ty Haters Club, and I’m the president and chief executioner.  You don’t know it yet, but I have the power of life and death over you.  But before I have you put down like the filthy rabid dog you are, I’m going to make you my bitch.”

Ty is filled with rage, but is completely unable to do anything about it.  He watches helplessly as Patrick rolls him onto his stomach and kicks his legs apart as far as they will spread.  Patrick stands where Ty can see him as he strokes his cock until it’s fully erect.

Patrick gloats, “I bet you’re a strict top, that you’ve never had another man up your ass.  Well, you see this huge cock of mine?  Well, it will have the honor of going where no man has gone before…up…your…ass.”

And that’s exactly what Patrick does.  Ty is not able to offer any resistance, he can’t even pucker up his hole.  Why, he couldn’t even make an angry face as Patrick shoved his sizable cock into his virgin asshole.  

The paralysis only affected Ty’s motor control so he could feel it all.  He could feel something he had never felt before, a man’s cock entering him, his hole being stretched open like it had never been opened before.  Patrick churns Ty’s butter something fierce as he exacts his revenge on the man who raped him and had planned to kill him.  And just a few minutes later, Patrick’s revenge climaxes as a monster load of his seed surges from his body and into Ty’s ass.  And Ty has his version of hell set upon him as he feels the Patrick white hot magma of vengeance filling up his innards.  But what’s this, Patrick keeps hammering away at Ty’s ass for Patrick has another load of vengeance to deliver.

Over an hour later and back in the woods…

Smeg and Boog spy on the house impatiently from behind the trees as the sun starts to rise on a foggy morning.

Boog takes a deep sigh, “He’s taking his sweet time about it.  I’m beginning to wonder if he’s coming back.”

Smeg, “Well, he wasn’t lying when he left here, I would have smelt it on his breath.  No, our little Door Dasher may have run into a snag.”

Boog worries, “Oo, do you think his brother may have discovered him?”

Smeg huffs, “Well, if so, we’re just going have to risk it and storm their wooden castle.”

Then boog sees some movement around the house, “Hey now, have a look.”

The ogres see something that makes them smile.  Patrick emerges from the house pushing a wheelbarrow, and in the wheelbarrow is the incapacitated body of Ty.  The terrain of the path is undulating and ruff making it difficult to maneuver the heavy load of angry human meat.  Patrick almost spills his load a couple of times as he makes a speedy getaway from the house.  And while Ty’s legs dangle helplessly over from the wheelbarrow, the former football player is befuddled and worried about Patrick’s intent.  And as Patrick hauls Ty closer to the trees, Ty starts to get a glimpse of the ogres who both are beaming with anticipation.  Ty is absolutely frightened, but his enfeebled body is unable to stop Patrick and run away.  And Ty is not even able to scream in horror as a panting Patrick enters the woods and sets him down at the feet of the beasts.  The two ogres kneel in for a closer look at their next meal.  Ty can only watch in shock and disbelief as Smeg reaches in a squeezes Ty’s thighs.

Smeg smiles, “Oh yeah, a lot of good meat on his bones.”

And for the first time in Ty’s life, he gets a sense of what all his victims must have felt when he handle and violated their bodies in unwanted ways.  And he now knows what it’s like to be violated as an overpowering creature takes a hold of his cock.

Smeg smiles, “Well look here, Boog, Patrick is true to his word, this one does have a bigger cock.  Now there’s a monster.”

Patrick is winded as, “See, I told you so.  Oh, he is a heavy load, must weigh a least two-two-hundred pounds.  I have to tell you, it was a hell of a time loading him into that.”

Smeg continues to inspect Ty as, “You did good, Patrick, real good.”

Patrick rubs Ty on his head as he would with a child, “Sorry, Ty, it was going to be me or you that they eat, and I really hate you.  But I’m sure they will find you tasty as they chew the meat of your bones, you asshole.”

Once Ty realizes the mortality of his situation, he is finally able to fight thru some of the paralysis and grunt out a muffled scream.

Smeg is impressed, “Oh he’s a strong one he is.  Best tie him up right away.”

Boog slaps Smeg on his back, “What say we start his tenderizing now and hauls him off by his balls.”

Smeg approves with delight, “Capitol thinking, old man.  I have some rope, you go grab a small tree.”

Patrick has a little sympathy pain at the sound of that, but not enough to keep from taunting, “Oh, that sounds painful.  Did you hear that, Ty?  Sounds like their going to carry you off by your big meaty balls.  You know, those same balls that slap me on my ass as you raped me.  I’m going to enjoy this.”

Ty is so enraged and wants so much to rip off Patrick’s head that he is able to move his arm and make a grab at Patrick’s neck.  But he’s still too weak and Patrick easily slaps his hand away.

Smeg sees that and hastens to take action, “Here now, we’ll have none of that.”

Smeg drags Ty out of the wheelbarrow and plops him facedown on the ground.  The impact forces a cough out of Ty, and as his lungs recover, he inhales some dirt.  Ty makes a swimming motion with his arms trying to get away, but Smeg swiftly ties his arms behind his back.  Ty can scream a little better now as he feels his legs being spread apart as that hideous creature ties a rope around his balls.  

Smeg pulls on the rope testing the tensile strength of Ty’s scrotum, “Oh yeah, I don’t think his sack will rip off.”

The pain is already so intense for Ty and he screams.  Boog returns with a small unearthed tree and strips all the branches off with a simple wipe of his fingers.  He hands it to Smeg who quickly ties the other end of the rope around it.  And like it was something they had done a thousand times before, Smeg and Boog take position on with end of the tree and hoist it up onto their shoulders.

Both Smeg and Boog say, “Upsy-daisy.”

The pain is so great that Ty is able to fight off more of the paralysis and start kicking at this captors.  But he immediately learns that any action on his part just adds to the torture of his balls.  And as the ogres start to walk off with their prize, Patrick wrestles with his curiosity and quickly gives in to it.

Patrick jumps in front of them, “Hey guys, can I watch?”

Smeg is surprised by the request, “Are you sure?  Things may get too intense for the likes of you.”

Patrick shrugs, “Well, you were going to do it to me, and I think I want to see him suffer.  Yeah, I want to see this.”

Boog wonders, “Hey, Smeg, shouldn’t he work on rounding up the others?”

Smeg thinks for a second, “Na, we gots a day before we needs the next one.  Okay, Patrick, but we’re not going to wait for you.”

And without warning, the two ogres and a screaming Ty whoosh off into the trees.  Patrick is caught off guard by the abruptness of their departure and has to run at his best speed to even keep them sight.

About an hour later…

Patrick finally catches up to the ogres at their campsite.  The ogres have already started prepping Ty for his dismemberment the same way they had done to Patrick before.  Smeg and Boog have Ty sandwiched between them and are working his crotch with their mouths.  Upside down and disoriented, a weakened Ty had very little control of his body as his hardening cock swelled within the mouth of a beast regardless of his fear.

Even as exasperated as Patrick is, he delights in watching this happen to Ty.  Patrick is so giddy with the sensation of revenge that he can feel his heart beating up in his throat.  Patrick made it there just in time to see Ty’s muscles ripple as a prelude to a pending ejaculation and hear his muffled screams of climaxing leak out from between the giant fingers wrapped around his head.  And just as Ty’s body gives up his precious bodily fluid, Boog flips in to the air, catches him by his wrists and ankles and snaps his body taught right over the roaring flames.  All the joints in Ty’s body crack all at once sounding like a brick of firecrackers exploding as his skin starts to sizzle in the heat of the campfire.  Smeg whips out his rusty shears and places them around the base of Ty’s massive cock just as it erupts with a pearlescent magma that contain enough seeds to create a billion humans.

Ty screams, “NOOOOOO!”

Smeg is giddy up with anticipation, “Here it comes, the good juice.”

And as Ty’s loins purge a second stream of his seed, Smeg snaps his scissors shut and severs Ty from the favorite part of his body.

Ty screams as there is an explosion of blood and his still ejaculating cock falls into the waiting hand of an ogre.  Patrick is instantly dismayed by the amount of blood and is paralyzed with shock and remorse.  Yes, he hated Ty, but never could have imagined the intensity of the moment he saw a powerful man reduced to a crying baby.  Patrick is most of all a humane person and is now sorry he saw this.  But Ty’s suffering is brief and over with when the ogre lowers him into the boiling hot broth that fills the cauldron.  The shock of the heat instantly kills Ty as it does with lobsters, or so one hopes.  And as a corner of Ty’s body floats back up to the surface of the churning broth, Patrick steps in for a closer look to make sure he is dead, and to make sure his suffering is over.  

At that moment, Patrick realizes that revenge is not as sweet as he imagined it would be and feels a hollowness take the place of is soul.

Smeg turns to Patrick, “There, are you happy now?  Now that your enemy has been vanquished?”

Smeg has lived for centuries and seen enough of humanity to expect a happy or victorious expression on Patrick’s face, but was surprised to see a contemplative and mournful gaze in his eyes.

Patrick is dazed as, “Wow, I never saw a man killed before.”

Smeg, “Well, you’ll get use to it, especially by the time we get to the fourth of your friends.”

Patrick knows his next response is not what Smeg wants to hear, but he cant help being honest after what he saw.

Patrick mutters, “But I don’t want to get use to it.”

Smeg, “What?”

Patrick, “I don’t know if I can do this any more.”

Smeg doesn’t like hearing that, “Listen up, precious, you will do this again, three more times to be exact, or I’ll put you into the pot.”

Boog adds on, “One way or the other, those so-called friends of yours are going into our pot, so you might as well do what you can to avoid going in yourself.”

Smeg pulls out his scissors and demonstrates them as, “And don’t forget, snip, snip.”

Patrick just stands there crippled with fear and remorse as he has to remind himself that he made a deal with monsters.  He can’t see a way out of this arrangement and begrudgingly choses self-preservation.  Smeg gives Patrick a poke in the stomach with the tip of his scissors and almost breaks the skin.

“Now off with you, you have a day to bring out the next one.”

Patrick recoils with a step or two backwards.  The poke feels so sharp that he checks to see if there is any blood, there isn’t.  Then Patrick turns away and begins the long walk back hoping that he’ll figure a way out of this without any further bloodshed.  And the ogres begin to stir the pot.

Meanwhile, back at the palatial cabin…

David stirs in bed.  Even in his drug and sex induce malaise, David could feel something is wrong, the other half of the mattress was empty.  Ty should be there, but he isn’t.  And even in his sleep, David’s arm searches the bed for his lover.  His head lifts off the pillow and his eyes are barely able to open as he looks for Ty.

“Ty?” David’s dry voice calls out again, “Ty?”

David struggles to get out of bed and on to his feet.  As he steps into the rays of the morning sun, he recoils like a vampire away from the light.  He stumbles around the room and wonders into the shower looking for Ty, but only finds the broken bottle of beer.  David wonders who did that and why didn’t they clean it up?

David mumbles, “Pigs, I’m fucking around with pigs.”

David goes on to search around the house looking for Ty and eventually ends up going out to the pool area where he’s not surprised to see that Tahj and Kyle have already started a new day filled with sex, food, drink and drugs…and more sex.  Tahj and Kyle are disrespecting the expensive patio furniture as they are blowing each other on the large picnic table made of finely crafted mahogany.

Kyle takes his mouth off of Tahj’s cock to ask, “Morning, David, do you want to join us?  There’s still plenty of room.”

Kyle reaches out and fondles David, David lets him as he looks around for Ty.

David responds with a smile, “Yeah sure, in a minute.  Have either of you seen Ty?”

Kyle says, “No, we’ve been clawing at over each other all night.”

David starts to worry and steps back causing his cock to fall out of Kyle’s hand.  

David, “Carry on you two, I’ll be right back.”

As Kyle goes back to blowing Tahj, David steps back into the house and comes back out with his cellphone.  David is casually fingering the device as he steps back towards Tahj and Kyle.

David is a bit more alert now, “Hey guys, according to the locator, he’s out deep in the woods somewhere.”

Kyle peels himself off of Tahj, “How can you tell that?”

David says, “I can track that smart watch of his, he never takes it off.”

Kyle offers, “Well, maybe he off doing his Tarzan routine?”

David nods no, “No, his loincloth is still in the room, and he wouldn’t start that without me.  You know, me as the great white hunter tracking him down.”

Kyle smiles, “Yeah, that’s so fucking hot, the two of you taking turns trapping each other.  I wish you would let me film that.  It would break the internet.”

Tahj takes his lips off of Kyles cock to say, “Hey, Kyle, remember I thought I saw something last night by the pool.”

Kyle reacts, “Oh yeah, I thought it was a deer.  It may have been Ty.”

David asks, “What time?”

“I think it was about midnight or so.”

David gets that tingle on the back of his neck, “No, we were in bed then.”

David speaks to his phone, “Siri, replay surveillance video starting from twelve A.M.”

Instantly, multiple images fill his screen, some in color and some in black and white.  Images of the rooms inside and the grounds around the house gently flicker.

David commands the device, “Fast forward.”

After about a minute, David notices activity on the camera footage focused on the pool.

David commands, “Pause.”

Using his fingers, David isolates the image from that camera and zooms in until he can clearly identify Patrick sneaking out of the pool.

David scowls, “Why that little piece of shit, he got out.”

Kyle points at Patrick’s erect cock, “What’s he so happy about?”

David scoffs, “It’s the water, it always excites him to get wet.”  He commands the device, “Continue playback.”

David watches the image of Patrick leaving the view of the camera focused on the pool and reemerge on the camera focused on the porch just outside the master bedroom.  David starts to worry as he sees the image of Patrick sneaking up to his window and spying on them.

David commands, “Siri, bring up audio from camera five.”

And sure enough, amongst the sound of crickets and a lite breeze, David can hear himself and Ty talking about their plans to kill Patrick.  David’s heart sinks to his stomach as he realizes Patrick is on to him.  He starts to worry dreadfully if Patrick has made a run for the law, or has he done something to Ty?

Even though the morning is cool, David starts to sweat, “Fuck, he must have done something to Ty.”

Kyle couldn’t believe it, “Oh come on, Ty is way stronger than Pat.  Ty craps bigger turds than him.  He would just chew up your brother and spit him out.”

Little did both men know that if they had just fast forwarded the surveillance footage a few hours ahead, they would have had the dreaded answer to their question and seen Patrick carting Ty’s body away in a wheelbarrow.

David, “Yeah, I know, but I really need to know that Ty is okay.  I’m going to track down his signal.  Will you come with me?”

Kyle is reluctant to stop sucking on Tahj, but, “Okay, but I think you’re worrying yourself over nothing.  Tahj, you stay here play with yourself.  And if Ty or Pat show up here, call us.”

Tahj asks, “We got service out here?”

David, “Yeah, my father had cell towers installed around the property.”

Kyle jests, “It’s good to be rich.”

David one ups with, “Filthy rich.”

So comfortable with being nude and so proud of their bodies are they that Kyle and David give nary a thought about conducting their search with only a pair of sandals or flip-flops.  And since sex is their number one priority, it was in the back of their minds that sex might breakout when they find Ty.  As they start out, David takes note of Kyle’s steadfast erection.

David smirks, “Are you coming with me like that, with your cum-gun cocked and loaded the whole time?”

Kyle smiles sheepishly, “I took a viagra.”

David is surprised and a little disappointed in him, “What the fuck dude, you don’t need that shit.  You know it’s dangerous for a healthy guy to take that shit.”

“Everything we do here is dangerous.  And I’ve been up all night and I want to keep it going no matter how tired I am.”

David slaps Kyles cock and runs off towards the woods.  

David playfully yells back at Kyle, “If you catch me, you can fuck me!”

After Kyle recoils from the slap, he chases after David.  Ah, there’s nothing like two naked muscular men frolicking in the woods.

About an hour later and somewhere deep in the forest…

Patrick is wrought with guilt and shock over Ty’s death.  He walks the walk of a dead man knowing that there is death at both ends of the trail that he is on.

Yes, Ty was going to kill him, and Patrick wanted revenge, but he never thought it out, never imagined he could be apart of somebody’s death…murder.  Patrick feels shame for walking in a dead man’s shoes, but is to practical minded to kick them off and start walking in his tender bare feet on the rocky and dirty trail.  His eyes are down on the trail and his senses are numb causing him to be unaware of his surroundings until he hears the familiar noise of two wild creatures going at it somewhere close by.  And one of the grunts has a familiar note to it, all to familiar in fact.  Patrick looks up and sees just off to the side of the trail, Kyle is fucking David who’s hugging a tree.

Apparently, Kyle caught David, and David doesn’t seem to upset about it either.  A lesson in just how easily distracted men are by sex.  Even though David was worried about his lover, he could take time to get fucked.

Patrick just stands there caught between wanting to flee and wanting to die, even by the hands of his half brother.  Patrick had always considered him his full brother until recent events proved the David was no brother at all.  Patrick also was captivated by the spectacle of two beautiful creatures so engaged in the celebration of sex, so filled with life and lust that they gave no care to anybody coming across them in the woods like this.  Just the medicine Patrick needs after dancing with death.  But this repast for the soul is cut off when Kyle notices Patrick staring at them.

Kyle slaps David on the ass, “Hey, look who’s here.”

Kyle keeps pumping away at David as he whips his head around an instantly becomes enraged.

“Patrick!” David yells.

David pushes Kyle off of him and Kyle stumbles back, his drooling cock pops out of David’s ass and recoils up into his stomach whipping a strand of his precum up into the air.

Kyle is disappointed as, “Ah shit, I was almost there.”

David, “That can wait.”

Now, David isn’t embarrassed to be caught in the act like this as he is an exhibitionist, and he was just so angry to see Patrick standing there wearing Ty’s bright-green Crocs and immediately assume the worst for his friend and lover.  David charges at Patrick, but Patrick is emotionally paralyzed and can’t decide between surrendering or fleeing.  And fighting is out of the question as David is so much stronger than him.  So Patrick just stands there and lets David capture him and get him into a headlock.

David demands, “Where is he, where’s Ty?”

David’s arm is tight around Patrick’s neck and his still harden cock is brushing up against his back, but Patrick doesn’t care anymore.  If David wants to kill him or fuck him, Patrick felt he deserves whatever comes next.

Patrick chokes out, “You wouldn’t believe me.  So just kill me like you want to or whatever, I don’t care anymore.”

David knows there’s no sense in denying it, “Oh you know it you piece of shit, I’m going to deal with you later in the worst way possible!  But first you’re going to show me exactly where Ty is!”

Patrick smirks, “Gee, you didn’t seem that worried about him a second ago.”

David hurls Patrick into a tree who bounces off of it and falls to the ground.

David yells, “Don’t get smart with me!”

Just then, Kyle sees something that cause him to slap David across the shoulder with frantic desperation.

Kyle panics as, “David, David, David!”

David can’t be bothered, “Can it, Kyle, you can fuck me again after I’m done with him!”

Kyle yells, “David, look!”

Kyle has seen the two ogres approaching them and decides to make a run for it and leaves David on his own.  All David sees is Kyle running away.

David yells, “Kyle, where the fuck are you going?”

That’s when David sees Patrick’s gaze looking over him and a shadow roll over them like an oncoming storm cloud.  David hears the sound of large feet grinding twigs and leaves into powder and looks over his shoulder expecting see a bear.  But what he sees incapacitates him with fear and disbelief.  The two ogres stand around him cutting off any avenue of escape.  Smeg reaches down and picks David up by his head.  

David is being smothered and can only utter muffled screams as he flails about wildly, his dangling legs kick at the air.  His hands are useless as he tries to claw away at the ogre’s arm.  His rapidly deflating cock flops around the ogre’s thigh.

Smeg turns to Boog, “What are you waiting for, go get the other one.”

Boog goes running after Kyle while chuckling, “I’m going to get that rabbit.”

While holding David up by his head, Smeg asks Patrick, “Is this the other big cock yo told us about?  The brother that wants to kill you?”

Patrick stands back up and is slow to confirm it knowing it will mean the death of David.  But he knows David is dead regardless, “Yeah, that’s him.”

Smeg examines David’s cock like an old lady would check for the ripeness of a tomato or honeydew melon, “Well, Patrick, you are a man of your word, he is bigger than you, and juicy too.”

David’s cock had just been erect and ready to purge a load when he and Kyle had been interrupted by Patrick.  So when the giant squeezes David’s cock, a copious amount of precum weeps out of his increasingly stressed member.  Even as David is being suffocated by the ogres monstrous hand, he tries to fight off the ogre’s other groping hand off of his prize cock.

Patrick helplessly watches David struggle valiantly against the huge beast, his legs thrash about as his hands search for a weakness in the ogre’s grip.  But if the decreasing volume of David’s muffled yells are any indication, his fight will soon be over.

Patrick runs up to Smeg and grabs his arm, “Wait, stop, you’re killing him!”

Smeg is confused, “What are you talking about?  Isn’t this what you wanted since he was going to kill you?”

David’s fight grows weaker.

Patrick pleads, “I know, but after what you did to his boyfriend, maybe this is enough to scare him to being nice.”

David’s arms start to fall to his side.

Smeg says, “I’ve been alive for centuries so I know humans better than you.  Any such redemption would be fleeting and insincere.”

Patrick was about to make one more plea, but suddenly David’s body goes limp.

Patrick feared to ask, “Is he dead?”

Smeg sneers, “No poppet, just put him to sleep I did.  Have to keep him alive for the tenderizing.  You know, bobbing his pickle.”

Patrick is overwhelmed, “Oh dear, God.”

Smeg gives Patrick advice that’s more of a warning, “Look little one, your debt to us is null and void, so go back home to your wooden castle and enjoy your wealth.  You know, you might want to consider being philanthropic with all that money.  Help out you fellow man and all that.  We won’t be back this way for another hundred years, so you wont see us again.  And pray that you don’t.  Fare-thee-well, Patrick.”

Patrick asks, “Wait, why were you guys here?”

“I could smell these two going at it and figures you might need some help.  And right I was too.”

And with a whoosh, Smeg disappears into the trees with David in hand.  So fast is his departure that he leaves behind a vacuum of wind that causes Patrick to almost lose his balance both physically and emotionally.  Despite everything David is, the humanitarian in Patrick can’t help himself, so he gives chase to Smeg and follows him as best he can hoping to save the life of his evil half-brother.

Meanwhile, further back on the trail…

Boog is chasing Kyle who is screaming like a five year old girl being chased by a bear.  Kyle regrets taking that Viagra earlier as it not only has hardened his cock, but made it sensitive enough to be triggered by his running.  It’s hard to run while having an orgasm.  Kyle’s high-pitched squeals amuse Boog who is pacing himself to stay just behind Kyle.  Boog could have easily caught Kyle long ago, but he so loves the chase and it makes him giddy to the point of laughter.

Boog laughs out, “Ah-he, ah-he, ah-he, I’m going to catch you puny human!”

And not so merrily, Kyle screams all the way home.

Meanwhile…

After an hour of running and sprinting while trying to keep ty’s oversized shoes from falling off his feet while his cock and balls are hurting from all the flapping around, Patrick finally catches up to Smeg at his campsite.

Patrick can barely breath as he shouts out, “Wait!”

But it is already too late for any rescue.  A screaming David is clutching his mutilated crotch while he’s being lowered headfirst in to the cauldron by Smeg.  David is screaming from the pain of his penectomy and from the horror of seeing his lover’s body simmering in the boiling soup.  David comes to grip with his mortality as he realizes that he has only a few more seconds to live.  In Smeg’s other hand is David’s severed penis.

Patrick cries out, “Oh, God!”

Having no desire to see this again, Patrick turns away just as David is being lowered in to the cauldron.

David cries out, “Patrick, I’m…”

Now, did David carry his anger of Patrick to his liquid grave or did he realize the folly of his ways?  Was David going to say I’m going to kill you or was he going to say I’m sorry?   Whatever he wanted to say will remain unknown as he becomes one with his boyfriend in the gruesome boiling brew.

The forest is quiet again except for Smeg’s melodic humming as he gently stirs his meal.  Patrick is in shock and looks over his shoulder to confirm the worst, David is gone.

Smeg eyes Patrick, “I told you to pray we never meet again, so off you go before I change my mind and put you in the cauldron.”

Patrick looks away and starts to step out of this grizzly scene.  But just as he turns around, he can hear the sound on two men crying and screaming getting closer.  Coming up the trail is Boog carrying an impromptu cage made of thick tree branches.  And in the cage are the brawny birds Kyle and Tahj, except their demeanor is far from manly as they are both sniveling little bitches.  Patrick correctly assumes that Boog caught Kyle and Tahj back at the house.

As the caged Kyle and Tahj are carried past Patrick, they cry out for Patrick to rescue them, “Patrick, help us!  Help us!”

Patrick is at a loss as to how to help them for they are all out powered by superior creatures.  Bewildered, Patrick can only shrug and throw his hands up.

Patrick is sincere as, “Sorry guys, I don’t know how to stop this.”

Boog rattles the cage, “And he can’t neither, so you two fret all you want, it’s just going to make you all the tastier.”

Boog shows off the cage and its’ beefy contents to Smeg.

Smeg approves, “Oh, good work, Boog, you made a nice little cage, real nice.  That way we can save them for later.”

Boog sees David has already been put into the soup and feels a little betrayed.

Boog pouts, “Ah, you started without me?  How could you?”

Smeg says, “Had to, when he came to, he put up quite a fight he did.  But I tell you what, to make it up to you, you can have his cock.”

Smeg hands Boog David’s cock.

Boog cheers up, “Oh, thank you, my first human cock.  I’ll cherish it always.”

Kyle and Tahj freakout when they recognize the bodies of David and Ty simmering in the churning fluid of the cauldron.

Suddenly, Smeg turns his head and puts his nose to the sky and takes a deep and thoughtful sniff.

Smeg is alarmed, “Oh-oh, I smell more humans not too far off, with a hint of chain grease, probably a group of mountain-bikers, three of them if my nose is right, and coming this way fast.  We best be moving along.”

The two ogres quickly gather their wears close to the cauldron, Boog clutches the cage full of men close to his chest as Smeg waves his hand over this head.  As Kyle and Tahj continue to plead for help from Patrick, Patrick can only watch as the wind starts to stir around them.

Smeg warns Patrick, “Best stand back my little hors d'oeuvre, unless you want to come with us.”

Patrick stands back as the wind becomes a squall and forms into a tornado.  The funnel-cloud starts to glow green and a storm of lightning breaks out.

And as quickly as it formed, it was gone and Patrick stands alone in a quiet forest that has no signs of the bizzar story that just took place.  The ogres and the four men he knew are all gone.  Then like being hit by lightning, Patrick realizes that no one will ever believe what actually happened, so how could he explain their disappearance.  Then it hits him, he can just tell interested parties part of the truth, that those four men went into the woods and were never seen again, except for the horrific memories he has of them.  And then he just stood there wondering just how damaged his soul was and if he would ever be able to smile again.  But then he remembers something very important, that he’s a young hot homosexual billionaire with a huge cock.

Just then, the trio of mountain bikers that Smeg had detected come wizzing down the trail.  Patrick tries as best he can to hide his nudity by placing his frontside against a tree.  The three riders see Patrick and nearly go off the trail as they pass.

The lead rider yells out, “Faggot!”

The second rider just whistles a catcall at him.

But the last rider slams on his breaks and pulls up beside Patrick while the first two ride on.  All four of Patrick’s cheeks start to blush.

The third rider says, “Sorry for my so-called friend calling you that.  That wasn’t nice.”

Patrick shrugs, “Actually, after the day I’ve had, well…that’s the nicest thing that’s happened to me.”

There is a brief pause in their conversation,  Patrick can’t see through the rider’s sunglasses and wonders if he’s looking him over.

The rider asks, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.  Just so you know, I didn’t chose to be out here like this.  But I sure could use a friend right now.”

The biker says, “Yeah, I guess we all could.”

The rider takes off his sunglasses and the two men exchange promising glances.  The rider leans to one side to catch a glimpse of the body part that Patrick is trying to hide.  The rider sees it and tries to keep his eyes from popping out of their sockets, and then looks Patrick in the eye.

The rider says, “I could be a friend.  Hi, my name is Brad.”

Brad puts out his hand.  Patrick recognizes the lifeline that’s being handed to him and decides to grab on to it.  

Patrick smiles and shyly reaches out to Brad with his left hand.

“Hi, I’m Patrick”

THE END