It was late afternoon when the Watcher came to; having being knocked out for fourteen hours straight. He woke up with a major hung-over without having had the pleasure of indulging any alcohol at all. His head felt heavy due to the pillow clued to his head and his groin itched like crazy. Sperm seemed to stuck like clue to everything as he tried to move. Feeling as if caught in a mirage, ready to die, he stumbled towards the bathroom, trailing the sheets of the bed behind him as well. A very cautious look into the mirror confirmed that his life sucked. Or his job. He couldn't decide what was worse at the moment. First things first. He couldn't go see the pharmacist with a pillow attached to his head; that wasn't an option. He couldn't get rid of it, either. For the first time since twenty-five years doing this job successfully he was in a serious dilemma. Performing in a shady business like his he couldn't lean on a friend who'd help out. He'd never had one before and his line of business didn't really call for making friends, so there wasn't anyone he could call to assist in an emergency.
Option # 1 was going to be it then: attempt to wash off the pillow under the shower; option # 2: if all failed he'd have the scissors ready to cut off the hair attached to that annoying pillow.
Option # 2 won; one hour later the Watcher stared wearily into the showcase of the pharmacy he'd only visited a couple of days before under most embarrassing circumstances. And here he was again, seeking for help. He took a deep, self-assuring breath and breezed through the door with a confidence he didn't really feel.
The clerk behind the counter gave an excited shriek at the Watcher's appearance before he called out to the back of the store. "The guy with the tiny…" he paused, trying to hide, without much success, the shock at the sight the peculiar customer presented.
The man, unlike the other day, wore his hair shaved close to the scalp, but his other, more significant features - that under different circumstances would've been forgettable in any case – made this customer recognizable. The clerk remembered very well the laughs they all had once he'd left. Too bad the usual gossipers had already left for today; they'd have had a field day.
Recovering from this surprise and recalling acting like a pro was expected from him, the clerk straightened his posture and went into his normal professional mood.
The Watcher had stood stoically through the emotions displayed on the clerk's face and he couldn't say he felt comfortable during those. He shot the clerk an angry look and turned to leave when he felt drawn back by a soothing, professional voice.
"Ah, Werner, you found your way back to my small store! I can't tell you how delighted I am that you did!" Dan hastened to put in as his customer set to leave. He'd heard the clerk acting extremely amateurish and hurried to do serious damage control.
Said customer was torn between the obvious ambitiousness of the druggist who'd done a great job to relief his pains and the rudeness of the clerk and finally his need to find help again won over the given embarrassment. He gave a slight nod and allowed Dan to take his elbow and lead him toward the back of the store.
"Welcome back in my small chamber," Dan said, easing his customer into the only chair. If he found the new hairdo of his customer odd he gave no indication that it'd interfere with his profession. He just didn't mention it; as it was Dan's business policy in general.
Feeling pampered after all he'd gone through, the Watcher still couldn't help but aim his original anger at what he assumed was the owner of the pharmacy.
"I can't say I'm too happy with the performance of your clerk", the Watcher spat out.
"I'm very sorry for that," Dan replied and sighed. "Good staff is hard to get these days; looking for impeccable ones seems to have become impossible. They all want a high salary for providing a quarter of what they're worth actually." He underlined his own troubles with a heavy, meaningful sigh.
"Wouldn't I know that," the Watcher murmured in agreement, wondering at the same time what his boss would make of that conversation.
Dan wasn't a man cut out for meaningless chitchat. He meant business and already had felt uncomfortable being forced to apologize for his staff, so he went straight to business.
"What can I help you with today?" he asked brightly.
"Oh… well, that, yes," the fake Werner replied, avoiding looking up at the druggist, who was towering above him.
"Well?"
"I seem to have caught the same bug as last time," the Watcher coughed out.
Without batting an eyelid Dan squatted in front of him. "Show me."
The Watcher fumbled with the zipper of the pants, eager to get the cure; the thought of undressing before an audience never occurred to him as he pushed his pants past his hips. Once again he would display the family jewels to a stranger. His breath came out in short staccatos as he revealed his problem to Dan.
Out of nowhere Dan's hand appeared and examined his balls, his penis and the area surrounding it very meticulously, and then he shook his head in incomprehension.
"You've got to get yourself a different pastime, Werner. What you seem to be doing is beyond being healthy; if you continue this I'd consider it self-destroying, especially in your condition."
The Watcher picked up on the last statement lightning-quick. "What do you mean 'in my condition'"?
Dan looked taken aback for a second; he hadn't meant to voice his knowledge about what he referred to think of under-minimum-considered sized penises. He recovered quickly though.
"In a physical sense some men are prone to get painful rashes that put them out of circulation in the sense of being able to copulate for a few days if they overdue the… umh… action. Since this is your second visit here I figured you're one of the unfortunate."
"Hmm…" the Watcher grumbled, never having heard of such a physical condition. On the other hand, he was sitting here again with the same problem on his hands… er… currently in Dan's hands. "What's the worst that could happen?"
Dan scratched his head. "You could render yourself unable to perform sex for a long time if not forever if you keep that up." He pointed his index finger to the angry-red shaped crumbled cherry that used to be the head of his customer's penis. "This is a very bad case, my friend."
The Watcher paled visibly. "And you couldn't cure it with your magic remedy?" he asked with an all-consuming sense of dread.
The druggist nodded in serious contemplation. "I might be able to, but I warn you: it's only temporary. If you continue to mistreat yourself you're in serious trouble."
The Watcher hastened to nod in agreement. "I'll have a triple amount of your remedy then." At the druggist's incredulous look, he added quickly. "Just in case because I'm going to leave town in a couple of days."
Dan wasn't convinced if this expression was any indication. He just couldn't figure out this weird guy, but he was a businessman after all. He had to meet ends, too. He calculated fast; reckoning the amount of bucks he could make today would buy half of the necklace his wife had kept an eye on for quite some time and was nagging him into buying it for her.
The Watcher, seeing several notions cross the druggist's face hurried to feather his nest. "I'll give you five hundred for five," he offered, his hand already thrust into the back of his pants.
"Deal," Dan agreed quickly. It was more than he could've hoped for. "I've got to prepare it, though. Shouldn't take more than ten minutes. Make yourself comfortable," he added with a pointed look at his customer's ridiculous privates.
"Uh," the Watcher grunted and zipped up his pants with learned care.
He watched the druggist disappear behind the customary curtains and started to reminisce on a life in the future he wasn't supposed to have. Firstly, he conducted; he couldn't continue watching Manoso and Plum as he used to have without a bucket full of ice water at the ready or at least without an icepack stuck to his groin. Secondly, his dream of the paradise island got sort of diminished due to his alleged condition, so he'd have to be very careful with the remedy.
Lost in thoughts and lost dreams he didn't notice the time that had gone by since he was left alone until Dan returned and handed him the requested large case of salvation with a flourish.
"Werner, be careful, please. It's powerful stuff, but not to be misused or overdosed." He had not a good feeling where Werner was concerned, but it was easy made money and there was that necklace.
"I promise," the Watcher said and pulled out his wallet. He easily counted off five one hundred dollar bills from a bunch of them and handed them over. "Thank you very much, Dan."
"My pleasure, Werner. Good luck then," Dan replied and proceeded to show the Watcher out.
It occurred to Dan once this weird customer was gone that he could've made a lot more.
It never occurred to the Watcher that the weird druggist hadn't used gloves as he examined him. He was just happy to leave the humiliation behind and have a large supply of remedy at his disposal.
Two days later in the Manoso/Plum household
"Ranger? You want a bottle of water, too?" Stephanie yelled as she headed down the stairs, short of approaching the kitchen. She was thirsty as hell, hungry like a wolf and deliciously worn out and she was still in her Eva's suit. But thirst was the first she had to squelch, later she'd dwell on running around naked.
"Yes," Ranger yelled back.
Life at Ranger's house had turned out being… interesting, busy as a bee and where sex was concerned… well, that had proved to be magnificent. Not that that had been anything near bad before her moving in, but it had heightened ever since they'd found the housewarming gift. Though that piece, sadly, had literally melted, their lovemaking sessions still had improved without it. Maybe it was the secure location, the safety she felt here; she didn't care what it was. For the first time in her life she was genuinely happy.
"No, don't, Babe," Ranger yelled again, his words chased by his footfalls on the stairs.
Stephanie opened the fridge with one hand, blindly grabbing a bottle of water from its customary place. "What's wrong?" she asked and turned around in confusion as she heard Ranger approaching shortly after his second yell.
Ranger paled when he saw the fridge's door standing wide open. "It should've come as a surprise," he whispered as he beckoned to the open door of the fridge.
"Huh?" Once again Stephanie turned in confusion and took a closer look. Her gaze swept over the shelves of the fridge, found nothing out of the ordinary and turned her head back. As she did so her eyes caught on the egg section. Instead of eggs, though, ten replicas of her lover's privates stood like ten brave soldiers in a line and the shelf was lowered so they could fit.
"Oh. My. God." She squealed in surprise when her brain comprehended what her eyes perceived.
"It is a surprise then," Ranger dryly observed, his eyes turning dark.
"Holy fucking moly, yes! Oh boy…" her eyes, in turn, adopted that sapphire shade of blue she always developed when she was aroused.
He loved that and it never ceased to arouse him, too. His cock twitched and stood to proud attention, taking on the same profile as its counterparts in the fridge did. Hard and ready to be buried into her, eager to have her long legs wrapped around him until they'd both scream each others names.
"Babe", he beckoned, sure she'd follow the lead.
He was wrong. Steph's gaze was torn between Ranger's hard-on and its marzipan fakes. Each looked edible beyond – erected and ready-to-be-consumed. She couldn't choose which one to benefit from first when the choice was taken out of her hands. Ranger leaped into action; snatching one of the fakes off the shelves, closing the door of the fridge and grabbing Steph around the waist happened within a heartbeat.
Ranger was in a hurry; he did not know yet in which way to use his second cock (that's what he came to think of it), but he was sure it'd be worth their while.
Despite the hurry her lover displayed by sort of kidnapping her in front of the fridge, Steph had managed to take hold of one bottle of water, thinking she'd surely be in need of it once her throat would be dry because of all that screaming and panting. With the urge Ranger was walking her upstairs two steps at once; her innate curiosity was bound to pique.
"Anything special in mind, lover boy?" she asked with a wicked grin as he dragged her along.
"You bet, Babe," he growled and locked his dark eyes with her.
"You wouldn't share, would you?"
"You get a taste of both, naturally," Ranger assured a squealing Stephanie while he rushed them upstairs. "Consider it breakfast… or whatever. Nutrition's just around the corner, Babe, either way."
"Oh… I'm starved," she said and faked a grumbling stomach.
"You better be," he said and tossed her on the center of the bed.
With a screech of delight Stephanie tossed the bottle of water she'd had a tight hold on beside the bed and spread her legs in anticipation of things to come.
Eyes dark as the night, cock twitching in eagerness, the fake cock held like a weapon ready to strike, Ranger covered Steph's body with his own. True to his promise of nutrition around the corner she got a taste of marzipan in her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, enjoying the flavor and the shape of it. In her now dizzy mind she realized she wouldn't complain about the calories it carried; especially not when he thrust two fingers in her wet pussy. Her lower body arched deliciously, inviting the assault of his nimble fingers.
Ranger groaned at the readiness of her body, the slick walls that encased his fingers with heat that expected more heat in response. He'd give her that, but it'd be different than she expected. He just got the right idea and that turned him on even more.
Sad to interfere with the sucking relationship Steph had with his second cock, he withdrew it gently and asked her to turn around. She pouted, but didn't complain since his fingers only left her pussy for the instant of the turn. If she was puzzled he wouldn't know it, but he counted on it.
Ranger used his fingers in the usual way; thrust them up against her g-point and then he got more creative. He grabbed a pillow and put it beneath her belly for the leverage he had in mind. Steph didn't complain as he continued finger-fucking her during the preparations; she panted and wriggled her butt, trying to meet his fingers, to urge them on. He could feel she was close. Fuck - his plan in mind - so was he.
His cock as hard as steel, his balls filled to capacity, he twisted his fingers inside her, added his thumb to circle her clit and there she came, erupting like a volcano and releasing juices he needed to complete the encounter. He rode her orgasm out with her, slowly decreasing the pressure of his fingers. Then, as if to withdraw he pulled them out, making sure to drag the released juice with them, smearing it across her butt, between her buttocks and as he was certain there was enough he buried his cock between her still contracting walls.
"Ranger!" Steph cried out as he filled her in one smooth stroke in doggy-style.
He almost came as he'd driven home; she was so wet and tight, clenching his shaft with convulsions that made it next to impossible to keep his control. Ranger managed, only by a thread. One day this woman would kill him and it would happen in bed with her, none of his enemies involved. He knew that, but it didn't matter. As long as he could she'd be his and, right now… fucking was on his agenda, foremost.
And fucking he did her; slowing down though, because he planned a different approach; one she wasn't used to yet and as a negative he'd would have to sacrifice one of the counterparts, but that didn't matter either. He grabbed her ass cheeks, massaging them in rhythm to his slow thrusts, and then sneaking to gyrate his fingers towards her yet pristine star shaped hole where he – so far unnoticed by Steph – smeared more of her own wetness around. Closer and closer to his destination he got until he felt the telltale ridges under his fingertips; for good measure he added some spit and worked the fingertip of his pinkie finger into her ass. It went rather smoothly so he replaced it with his middle finger, going deeper there with each thrust of his cock into her pussy.
"Ranger?" Stephanie gasped. "What's happening?"
"I'm fucking you good," he replied somewhat smugly. "Going smoothly, I believe."
Suspecting nothing being out of the ordinary, Stephanie continued pushing her butt against Ranger's slapping hips, meeting his strokes with an eagerness she'd developed ever since they'd become a couple, but she wanted more, feeling another orgasm approach.
"More, Ranger. Faster!" she urged him on.
Now that was part of the plan; she'd get more he thought. They both would. He picked up the pace as demanded and reached for the second cock. It felt dry at the tip and since he wouldn't have that he put it in his mouth with some reluctance and sucked on it briefly. Oh boy, what he'd sacrifice to make his lover happy… Once it was suitably wet he wound one arm around her abdomen and gently attacked her clit with his nimble thumb. When she acted to the distraction – speak squealing in pleasure – he increased his pace once more and inserted slowly the marzipan clad head of his second cock into her ass.
That incentive was rewarded with a delayed shriek of surprise, but nothing more so he felt encouraged to add a few more inches of solid marzipan into unknown depths. The sight in front of him was nothing he'd encountered before… He watched his shaft sliding in and out of her; side by side with the fake only separated through a thin membrane from each other. It was beyond amazing… Stephanie moaning in ecstasy at two cocks moving in and out of her… even if she didn't know that yet. His thumb on her clit… it drove him over the edge rather quickly and she followed him at the same time.
As he spent his sperm deep inside her he felt as if he'd come twice. Maybe there was a connection? At this point he wouldn't dare to dismiss that thought.
Some miles away, at the same time
He'd been a good boy for two days. He hadn't turned on the video to watch. He'd tended to his itch with the magic cure and stayed out of temptation's reach, careful not to use much of it. But he was also bored to death, even though he'd watched TV until his eyes crossed over. His belief in Dan's announcements was also strong. But he was still bored to death and his penis area seemed to heal nicely; only the occasional pimple left here and there. The Watcher felt almost out of harm's way.
More out of boredom then feeling the need to he turned on the feed coming out of the other man's house. As soon as he caught the feed from the bedroom The Watcher bolted for the kitchen. Even the noises from the feed triggered a hard-on and he knew dead-on he shouldn't have an erection. Thank God he'd prepared several ice-packs; grabbing one from the freezer he rushed back to the bedroom to sit on the bed and place said ice-pack across his lap.
He was just in time to see the other man holding something close to the bitch's asshole. Holy shit! He gasped in animated surprise; one hand acting as an automaton, reaching or the remote. In a matter of mere seconds the picture on the screen zoomed in, showing the counterpart of the hated man's cock slowly being inserted into the woman's pink asshole while the real huge cock thrust deep in her pussy. Short of spontaneously combusting at the unexpected events he ripped the zipper of his pants open and wrapped the ice-pack directly around his erected cock.
It helped in an instant; his erection shriveled. That were the good news; the bad news were he fainted from the shock of the ice against his most sensitive area. As The Watcher drifted into a fast developing darkness he slowly lost hold on the notion that putting the ice-pack to his cock was the bravest thing he'd ever done to himself.
