Post by Vincent Augustine on Nov 14, 2018 23:05:57 GMT -5
Vincent stumbled back towards the ledge, the impending doom before him creeping in. The flying Monkeys with Vagina’s were flying for him, there was nowhere to go, it was over, he had lost, The Loser of Poonzguinea had won! His heart sank, shoulders fell and his chin struck his chest. In that moment he saw the way out, he saw the reality. Vincent clicked his heels and announced. “There’s no place like home.” Three times he did this, and with a swoosh of air he was gone, pulled through the neither and back to reality, where he woke up face down in a mud ditch, a coffee mug of coins next to him. He shook his head trying to gain his bearings but there was nothing, his rage, his hate, his confusion was back, his broken mind once again in charge, and its lone focus, Odin Balfore. The one man he knew would have answers for him, if not the man who was the orchestrator of his torment, the only man who may be able to set him free so far.
ONE DAY EARLIER
The drunken rambling Vincent stumbled out of the Bar; guided by the hand of a bouncer three times Vincent’s size, and 9 times more sober. “Stay out!” The bouncer yelled as he delivered a giant boot to the back of Vincent that sent him sprawling face first into the mud in a ditch just outside of the bar parking lot. He raised his hand holding a coffee mug, dropped it and then passed out. The bouncer simply shook his head and returned to the bar.
Wiping the mud off his clothes, Vincent stood up and glanced around. Immediately he realized his head was clear, the cloud of anger, the pull of the alcohol, the torment of his three months in the cell was gone. Taking in a deep breath Vincent felt the crisp cool air bite at his nostrils, it stung in all the best ways. “Hello there stranger.” A tall man with spiraled pants, no shirt and suspenders said. “Where you from?” He said with a limp wave of his right hand and big smile on his face.
“Better question, where the fuck am I?” Vincent asked as he continued to survey the area around him. More men were arriving, some in assless chaps and no pants, others wearing leather skin tight clothes, all of them sporting giant mustaches. “What the fuck? Where?” Vincent stumbled backwards as his mind tried to process what was happening.
“This is PoonzGuinea.” The man in spiraled pants and no shirt with suspenders said, he smiled wider and offered a hand to Vincent, who swatted it and continued to back pedal until he fell into a seat.
Breathing heavy Vincent gave himself a moment to catch his breath then resurveyed his surroundings. He was sitting on a pair of balls with a giant cock as the back of the bench. Vincent shot bolt upright, “I was, where the bar, the big bouncer, what the fuck is this!” Shock and confusion took over and Vincent passed out.
Vincent woke, unsure of how long he had been out, but the man with the pants and suspenders was caressing his inner thigh. “What the fuck!” Vincent yelled as he sat up and kicked the man away. “How the fuck do I get out of here?”
The man in the pants simply smiled at him. That’s simple my friend. Then the unimaginable happened, all the men came together and started singing and dancing, a huge number. There was even a multicolored disco ball that descended from nowhere and hung over the area putting off a multitude of colors all around. Vincent didn’t understand most of what they were saying and as he got to his feet he was ushered by the thousands of men towards a yellow paved road, a yellow paved road of tiny dicks. And that’s when he realized what they were saying. “Follow the yellow dick road, follow the yellow dick road.”
It had to be a nightmare, had to be, it was the only thing that made any sense. But then how did he pass out in the dream only to wake back up in it. No this was no nightmare, this was fucking hell, Vincent’s worst nightmare come true, a gay man version of the Wizard of Oz, ‘The wizard of Poonzguinea’. “See if you just follow the yellow dick road it will take you to the All Father, and he can get you home, you will just have to pay the toll.” The man giggled as he and all the other men seemed to just vanish as they ran away. “Remember to swallow his pride.” A distant voice announced and then Vincent was all alone.
Vincent shook his head and began down the yellow dick road. A road of pavers shaped like dicks. Some small, some big, some hard, some soft, some even seemed to grow as he approached in size. There were even some he couldn’t see but then they got big as if they were a grower not a shower type of dick. None of it seemed real, and yet all of it seemed real at the same time. He walked for what felt like hours, and then came across an upright Zebra that looked vaguely like Liam Hemsworth.
Putting his head down and walking faster, Vincent tried to put some distance between him and Zebra, but it followed, the hooves on its back feet clacking on the yellow dick road. “Won’t ya help me?” The Zebra asked, sounding almost exactly like Liam Hemsworth. “My wife has fallen victim to the all father, and I wish to win her back.” Vincent stopped and let out a sigh.
“What do you think I can do about it?” Vincent asked as he spun on his heel too look at the Zebra.
“You can help me swallow his pride, only then can I have my wife. See the All father has pushed her shit in, and in order to be worthy, I must have my shit pushed in as well.” The Zebra ducked his head in shame. “I just worry that it will hurt, that I can’t take the All Father’s offering without pain, I am a coward.”
“Oh fucking Christ.” Vincent shrugged. “Come on then.” He waved the Zebra on and the two of them proceeded to walk in silence for hours, the only sound the clacking of the Zebra’s hooves on the yellow dick road. Along the path the two came across another traveler, a man as it looked from the back. But as the man turned to look at them it became clear this was no ordinary man. His face was deformed, where his mouth was there seemed to be an asshole, no lips, no teeth, just a starfish looking ring.
Both Vincent and the Zebra stopped to stare in wonder. “What the fuck are you?” Vincent asked, with an exacerbated tone.
“I am Sock Yordik, last of my kind.” The man with an ass for a mouth somehow spoke plain as day. “I seek the All Father, I wish to grant him a gift, but need the lube in order to do so. See my mouth is so dry and only the All Father has the oil that can lube it up and bring the moisture back.”
“Whatever.” Vincent just shook his head and started walking. “Why not join us then.” He said with a dismissive wave and continued to walk. Both the man and Zebra caught up and began singing about walking on the yellow dick road. Vincent tuned them out and just walked head down, almost resigned to his fate. Even as the Zebra and man bonded and danced Vincent paid them no mind, he had one goal, and that was to get the fuck out of here.
That’s when the new sound caught his attention. It was the flapping of wings, hundreds, maybe thousands, and instantly his eyes went to the skies. There he saw what looked like a squadron of Monkey’s with Vagina’s all swollen and ripe flying for them. Vincent grabbed the Zebra and Ass for mouth man dragging them into the forest just off the yellow dick road to hide in the shrubs and trees. “What are those?” Vincent asked.
“The All Father’s Pussonkeys. He fucks them all night so that he can make sure his pride is not too overwhelming for mortals to swallow.” The Zebra asnwered
“Jesus enough with swallowing this dudes load, no one is going to be swallowing his load ok.” Vincent shook his head in annoyance.
“But the All Father’s pride is the only thing that can lube my mouth.” The Ass mouth man said.
“Look you two can suck his dick and swallow his pride all you want, but I will be refraining.” Vincent glanced around seeing there were no monkey’s flying around. “I think we are clear, let’s go and get this over with, I think I saw the castle at the end of the road there.”
“That’s where the Pussonkeys came from.” The Zebra announced as they stepped out onto the road and began their trip towards the castle in the distance along the yellow dick road. No one spoke as they walked for what felt like hours, until arriving at the door. Vincent clanged the knocker three times and stepped back.
A full minute passed and then the door swung open and the three of them stepped in. Before them was a giant throne and a man sitting upon it. Long hair, larger than life with a thick bear. “I AM THE ALL FATHER, ODOM BALFER!” The man announced as he leaned forward. “I AM THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME, I AM THE SHIT, KING OF SHIT PUSHING AND ALL THAT IS GREAT IN THIS WORLD. YOU WILL BOW TO ME, YOU WILL SWALLOW MY PRIDE AND IF I LIKE IT I WILL GRANT YOU A WISH.” The man leaned back and let out a bellowing laugh.
“What did you say your name was?” Vincent asked.
“INSOLENT TWAT, I WILL FUCK YOUR MOUTH SO HARD YOU SHIT MY CUM OUT OF YOUR ASS AND THEN ASK ME FOR MORE.” The man let out another laugh as his head tilted back to the ceiling. It was at that moment that Vincent noticed a shutter in the man, a feint almost flicker of light and translucence.
“Oh great All Father I am here to swallow your pride so my wife and I can be one again!” The Zebra announced as he stepped forward. “I have even had my teeth removed so you can enjoy it that much more.” The Zebra smiled a toothless smile and the image before him smiled as well while leaning forward to see the offering before him.
“VERY WELL, COME THROUGH THE DOOR AT THE BACK AND I WILL BE WITH YOUR SHORTLY. WHAT HAVE YOU TO OFFER THE ALL FATHER?” The image leaned further forward and pointed at the man with an asshole for a mouth.
“I offer you my Mouth, in exchange for lube.” The man graciously bowed.
“I SHALL ACCEPT YOUR OFFER SO LONG AS YOU SWALLOW MY PRIDE!” The All Father laughed hard and pointed for the man to enter the door on the other side of his throne. “AND WHAT DO YOU OFFER THE ALL FATHER?” He asked of Vincent.
“A punch to the dick if you bring it anywhere near me.” Vincent defiantly replied.
“I HAVE SEEN YOUR TYPE BEFORE, SO FULL OF GUSTO AND PRIDE. TAKING EVERYTHING FROM YOU WILL BE SO MUCH FUN, IT ALWAYS IS. NOW BOW TO YOUR GOD, THE ALL FATHER, THE PUSHER OF SHIT!”
“Did you just call yourself the pusher of shit?” Vincent let out a laugh. “Do you actually hear yourself when you talk?” A long pause filled the air as the man seemed to ponder the question. “It’s rhetorical you fucking moron, I know you don’t because if you did you would realize how fucking ignorant you sound. Sure you have confused these people here in Poonzguinea but I know the truth, you’re a scared fucking little bitch that has to pretend to be bigger than life, else someone might see the reality.” Vincent turned to the left to see a curtain and he smiled.
“HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE ALL FATHER, I AM THE KING OF POONZGUINEA AND I AM THE GREATEST. AL THAT HAVE COME BEFORE ME HAVE FALLEN, ALL HAVE SWALLOWED MY PRIDE AND GIVEN INTO THE REALITY OF MY GREATNESS, YOU WILL BE NO DIFFERENT LITTLE MAN.”
“What’s behind the curtain?” Vincent casually asked as he motioned with his head.
“PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE CURTAIN, INSTEAD GAZE UPON MY ENORMOUS COCK!” The All Father stood and whipped his dick out. It seemed so huge, but then a dick on a man 12 feet tall would seem huge no matter what.
Vincent just laughed and pulled back the curtain to reveal a midget watching a video of the room jerking off. “What the fuck?” Vincent stepped back in shock.
“You must leave, I can’t let you destroy the All Father!” The midget shooed at Vincent. “Click your heels and say there is no place like home three times. Now run before he gets you!” The midget pulled the curtain back shut.
Vincent stumbled and turned, running for the door of the castle. “PUSSONKEYS GET HIM!” The giant pronounced. As Vincent ran towards the door he caught a glimpse of a small man through a door standing with his little bitch dick out dressed like the giant man. It was a holographic projection, Vincent let out a laugh and had to force himself to keep running.
Down the road Vincent ran, laughing about the All Father and his little bitch dick and small frame. ‘That’s how it usually was with the big dick shit talkers, behind every man who thinks he is great is a little man with a small dick overcompensating.’ Vincent said to himself as he turned off the road and ran through a field towards what was a cliff. Seeing his fat Vincent slammed to a halt and turned around.
Vincent stumbled back towards the ledge, the impending doom before him creeping in. The flying Monkeys with Vagina’s were flying for him, there was nowhere to go, it was over, he had lost, The Loser of Poonzguinea had won! His heart sank, shoulders fell and his chin struck his chest. In that moment he saw the way out, he saw the reality. Vincent clicked his heels and announced. “There’s no place like home.” Three times he did this, and with a swoosh of air he was gone, pulled through the neither and back to reality, where he woke up face down in a mud ditch, a coffee mug of coins next to him. He shook his head trying to gain his bearings but there was nothing, his rage, his hate, his confusion was back, his broken mind once again in charge, and its lone focus, Odin Balfore. The one man he knew would have answers for him, if not the man who was the orchestrator of his torment, the only man who may be able to set him free so far.
ONE DAY EARLIER
The drunken rambling Vincent stumbled out of the Bar; guided by the hand of a bouncer three times Vincent’s size, and 9 times more sober. “Stay out!” The bouncer yelled as he delivered a giant boot to the back of Vincent that sent him sprawling face first into the mud in a ditch just outside of the bar parking lot. He raised his hand holding a coffee mug, dropped it and then passed out. The bouncer simply shook his head and returned to the bar.
Wiping the mud off his clothes, Vincent stood up and glanced around. Immediately he realized his head was clear, the cloud of anger, the pull of the alcohol, the torment of his three months in the cell was gone. Taking in a deep breath Vincent felt the crisp cool air bite at his nostrils, it stung in all the best ways. “Hello there stranger.” A tall man with spiraled pants, no shirt and suspenders said. “Where you from?” He said with a limp wave of his right hand and big smile on his face.
“Better question, where the fuck am I?” Vincent asked as he continued to survey the area around him. More men were arriving, some in assless chaps and no pants, others wearing leather skin tight clothes, all of them sporting giant mustaches. “What the fuck? Where?” Vincent stumbled backwards as his mind tried to process what was happening.
“This is PoonzGuinea.” The man in spiraled pants and no shirt with suspenders said, he smiled wider and offered a hand to Vincent, who swatted it and continued to back pedal until he fell into a seat.
Breathing heavy Vincent gave himself a moment to catch his breath then resurveyed his surroundings. He was sitting on a pair of balls with a giant cock as the back of the bench. Vincent shot bolt upright, “I was, where the bar, the big bouncer, what the fuck is this!” Shock and confusion took over and Vincent passed out.
Vincent woke, unsure of how long he had been out, but the man with the pants and suspenders was caressing his inner thigh. “What the fuck!” Vincent yelled as he sat up and kicked the man away. “How the fuck do I get out of here?”
The man in the pants simply smiled at him. That’s simple my friend. Then the unimaginable happened, all the men came together and started singing and dancing, a huge number. There was even a multicolored disco ball that descended from nowhere and hung over the area putting off a multitude of colors all around. Vincent didn’t understand most of what they were saying and as he got to his feet he was ushered by the thousands of men towards a yellow paved road, a yellow paved road of tiny dicks. And that’s when he realized what they were saying. “Follow the yellow dick road, follow the yellow dick road.”
It had to be a nightmare, had to be, it was the only thing that made any sense. But then how did he pass out in the dream only to wake back up in it. No this was no nightmare, this was fucking hell, Vincent’s worst nightmare come true, a gay man version of the Wizard of Oz, ‘The wizard of Poonzguinea’. “See if you just follow the yellow dick road it will take you to the All Father, and he can get you home, you will just have to pay the toll.” The man giggled as he and all the other men seemed to just vanish as they ran away. “Remember to swallow his pride.” A distant voice announced and then Vincent was all alone.
Vincent shook his head and began down the yellow dick road. A road of pavers shaped like dicks. Some small, some big, some hard, some soft, some even seemed to grow as he approached in size. There were even some he couldn’t see but then they got big as if they were a grower not a shower type of dick. None of it seemed real, and yet all of it seemed real at the same time. He walked for what felt like hours, and then came across an upright Zebra that looked vaguely like Liam Hemsworth.
Putting his head down and walking faster, Vincent tried to put some distance between him and Zebra, but it followed, the hooves on its back feet clacking on the yellow dick road. “Won’t ya help me?” The Zebra asked, sounding almost exactly like Liam Hemsworth. “My wife has fallen victim to the all father, and I wish to win her back.” Vincent stopped and let out a sigh.
“What do you think I can do about it?” Vincent asked as he spun on his heel too look at the Zebra.
“You can help me swallow his pride, only then can I have my wife. See the All father has pushed her shit in, and in order to be worthy, I must have my shit pushed in as well.” The Zebra ducked his head in shame. “I just worry that it will hurt, that I can’t take the All Father’s offering without pain, I am a coward.”
“Oh fucking Christ.” Vincent shrugged. “Come on then.” He waved the Zebra on and the two of them proceeded to walk in silence for hours, the only sound the clacking of the Zebra’s hooves on the yellow dick road. Along the path the two came across another traveler, a man as it looked from the back. But as the man turned to look at them it became clear this was no ordinary man. His face was deformed, where his mouth was there seemed to be an asshole, no lips, no teeth, just a starfish looking ring.
Both Vincent and the Zebra stopped to stare in wonder. “What the fuck are you?” Vincent asked, with an exacerbated tone.
“I am Sock Yordik, last of my kind.” The man with an ass for a mouth somehow spoke plain as day. “I seek the All Father, I wish to grant him a gift, but need the lube in order to do so. See my mouth is so dry and only the All Father has the oil that can lube it up and bring the moisture back.”
“Whatever.” Vincent just shook his head and started walking. “Why not join us then.” He said with a dismissive wave and continued to walk. Both the man and Zebra caught up and began singing about walking on the yellow dick road. Vincent tuned them out and just walked head down, almost resigned to his fate. Even as the Zebra and man bonded and danced Vincent paid them no mind, he had one goal, and that was to get the fuck out of here.
That’s when the new sound caught his attention. It was the flapping of wings, hundreds, maybe thousands, and instantly his eyes went to the skies. There he saw what looked like a squadron of Monkey’s with Vagina’s all swollen and ripe flying for them. Vincent grabbed the Zebra and Ass for mouth man dragging them into the forest just off the yellow dick road to hide in the shrubs and trees. “What are those?” Vincent asked.
“The All Father’s Pussonkeys. He fucks them all night so that he can make sure his pride is not too overwhelming for mortals to swallow.” The Zebra asnwered
“Jesus enough with swallowing this dudes load, no one is going to be swallowing his load ok.” Vincent shook his head in annoyance.
“But the All Father’s pride is the only thing that can lube my mouth.” The Ass mouth man said.
“Look you two can suck his dick and swallow his pride all you want, but I will be refraining.” Vincent glanced around seeing there were no monkey’s flying around. “I think we are clear, let’s go and get this over with, I think I saw the castle at the end of the road there.”
“That’s where the Pussonkeys came from.” The Zebra announced as they stepped out onto the road and began their trip towards the castle in the distance along the yellow dick road. No one spoke as they walked for what felt like hours, until arriving at the door. Vincent clanged the knocker three times and stepped back.
A full minute passed and then the door swung open and the three of them stepped in. Before them was a giant throne and a man sitting upon it. Long hair, larger than life with a thick bear. “I AM THE ALL FATHER, ODOM BALFER!” The man announced as he leaned forward. “I AM THE GREATEST OF ALL TIME, I AM THE SHIT, KING OF SHIT PUSHING AND ALL THAT IS GREAT IN THIS WORLD. YOU WILL BOW TO ME, YOU WILL SWALLOW MY PRIDE AND IF I LIKE IT I WILL GRANT YOU A WISH.” The man leaned back and let out a bellowing laugh.
“What did you say your name was?” Vincent asked.
“INSOLENT TWAT, I WILL FUCK YOUR MOUTH SO HARD YOU SHIT MY CUM OUT OF YOUR ASS AND THEN ASK ME FOR MORE.” The man let out another laugh as his head tilted back to the ceiling. It was at that moment that Vincent noticed a shutter in the man, a feint almost flicker of light and translucence.
“Oh great All Father I am here to swallow your pride so my wife and I can be one again!” The Zebra announced as he stepped forward. “I have even had my teeth removed so you can enjoy it that much more.” The Zebra smiled a toothless smile and the image before him smiled as well while leaning forward to see the offering before him.
“VERY WELL, COME THROUGH THE DOOR AT THE BACK AND I WILL BE WITH YOUR SHORTLY. WHAT HAVE YOU TO OFFER THE ALL FATHER?” The image leaned further forward and pointed at the man with an asshole for a mouth.
“I offer you my Mouth, in exchange for lube.” The man graciously bowed.
“I SHALL ACCEPT YOUR OFFER SO LONG AS YOU SWALLOW MY PRIDE!” The All Father laughed hard and pointed for the man to enter the door on the other side of his throne. “AND WHAT DO YOU OFFER THE ALL FATHER?” He asked of Vincent.
“A punch to the dick if you bring it anywhere near me.” Vincent defiantly replied.
“I HAVE SEEN YOUR TYPE BEFORE, SO FULL OF GUSTO AND PRIDE. TAKING EVERYTHING FROM YOU WILL BE SO MUCH FUN, IT ALWAYS IS. NOW BOW TO YOUR GOD, THE ALL FATHER, THE PUSHER OF SHIT!”
“Did you just call yourself the pusher of shit?” Vincent let out a laugh. “Do you actually hear yourself when you talk?” A long pause filled the air as the man seemed to ponder the question. “It’s rhetorical you fucking moron, I know you don’t because if you did you would realize how fucking ignorant you sound. Sure you have confused these people here in Poonzguinea but I know the truth, you’re a scared fucking little bitch that has to pretend to be bigger than life, else someone might see the reality.” Vincent turned to the left to see a curtain and he smiled.
“HOW DARE YOU INSULT THE ALL FATHER, I AM THE KING OF POONZGUINEA AND I AM THE GREATEST. AL THAT HAVE COME BEFORE ME HAVE FALLEN, ALL HAVE SWALLOWED MY PRIDE AND GIVEN INTO THE REALITY OF MY GREATNESS, YOU WILL BE NO DIFFERENT LITTLE MAN.”
“What’s behind the curtain?” Vincent casually asked as he motioned with his head.
“PAY NO ATTENTION TO THE CURTAIN, INSTEAD GAZE UPON MY ENORMOUS COCK!” The All Father stood and whipped his dick out. It seemed so huge, but then a dick on a man 12 feet tall would seem huge no matter what.
Vincent just laughed and pulled back the curtain to reveal a midget watching a video of the room jerking off. “What the fuck?” Vincent stepped back in shock.
“You must leave, I can’t let you destroy the All Father!” The midget shooed at Vincent. “Click your heels and say there is no place like home three times. Now run before he gets you!” The midget pulled the curtain back shut.
Vincent stumbled and turned, running for the door of the castle. “PUSSONKEYS GET HIM!” The giant pronounced. As Vincent ran towards the door he caught a glimpse of a small man through a door standing with his little bitch dick out dressed like the giant man. It was a holographic projection, Vincent let out a laugh and had to force himself to keep running.
Down the road Vincent ran, laughing about the All Father and his little bitch dick and small frame. ‘That’s how it usually was with the big dick shit talkers, behind every man who thinks he is great is a little man with a small dick overcompensating.’ Vincent said to himself as he turned off the road and ran through a field towards what was a cliff. Seeing his fat Vincent slammed to a halt and turned around.
Vincent stumbled back towards the ledge, the impending doom before him creeping in. The flying Monkeys with Vagina’s were flying for him, there was nowhere to go, it was over, he had lost, The Loser of Poonzguinea had won! His heart sank, shoulders fell and his chin struck his chest. In that moment he saw the way out, he saw the reality. Vincent clicked his heels and announced. “There’s no place like home.” Three times he did this, and with a swoosh of air he was gone, pulled through the neither and back to reality, where he woke up face down in a mud ditch, a coffee mug of coins next to him. He shook his head trying to gain his bearings but there was nothing, his rage, his hate, his confusion was back, his broken mind once again in charge, and its lone focus, Odin Balfore. The one man he knew would have answers for him, if not the man who was the orchestrator of his torment, the only man who may be able to set him free so far.
