Cad and Lightning

This is a story written for a friend of mine. Inspired by a commissioned art piece she did.

"That's all I have to do?" Lightning said into his speaker phone, "I just have to sign autographs and pose for pictures?"

"That's all you gotta do," Harv replied, "Just a weekend of Meet 'N' Greets at Piston Peak. They'll cover your food, fuel, and hotel. And they have promised a ridiculous figure. So, what do ya say?"

Lightning thought for a moment, then said, "I'll do it. Sign me up!"

"Alright," Harv replied, "I'll set everything up. I gotta jump, Kid. Lemme know how it goes. I'm out!" and the line went to dial tone.

XXX

Lightning was at the Meet 'N' Greet at the Fusel Lodge, shaking tires, taking pictures, signing autographs... Schmoozing with the guests. When a large, white SUV pulled up to him.

"Is that Lightning McQueen, the world's fastest racing machine?" he said. Lightning smiled and opened his mouth to greet the SUV, but was cut off with, "Yes, it is! Allow me to introduce myself." He held out his right front tire, "Cad Spinner's the name. Superintendent Cad Spinner. That means I'm the Big Car in Charge."

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Spinner," Lightning replied.

Cad moved himself alongside Lightning and said, "Lightning, have you had a chance to check out your accommodations yet? Of course, you haven't! Come with me, I'll show you to your room." and he whisked Lightning away to a waiting elevator.

After the doors closed, Cad pulled out a keycard and inserted it into a slot near the button panel. After a moment, he pulled the keycard out, then a button marked "Pres. Suite" lit up. He pressed it and the elevator began to move.

Lightning was finding it difficult to breathe inside the elevator's enclosed space. He could tell Cad was wearing way too much of an expensive cologne... He smelled as if he backed over and broke the bottle this morning, then left it on him. Lightning hated the smell of artificial fragrances. He greatly preferred a car's natural musk. It was almost primal in a way. The smell of a sweaty, greasy, dirty car... After a long, hard race... Maybe in a dark, dirty garage, ready to teach a Rookie a few tricks from off the track... The thought alone was making him horny. He shook the thoughts away and himself back to the reality of the smell of the elevator.

After a minute, the doors opened to reveal The Presidential Suite. The room was quite spacious and very luxurious. Two large bedrooms, both with King beds. A full-size kitchen, rather than a kitchenette, complete with a fully stocked wet bar. And the centerpiece of the main room, the fireplace. With a plush, 4 car couch in front, it looked like a great place to spend an evening relaxing by the fire.

"Ohh, this is nice," Lightning said, preparing to back into the couch and relax by the fireplace, when he noticed Cad was still in the room, having gotten off the elevator as well, allowing the doors to close behind him. "Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Spinner?"

Cad smiled his trademark smile and said, "Please, call me Cad. But, there is... Did you, by any chance, read your contract?"

Lightning paused for a moment and replied, "Uh... No. Harv usually handles all that."

Cad opened a hidden compartment in his wheel well and removed a file folder, which he flipped open and pulled a few pages out and laid them on the table before Lightning, before saying, "Section 13, Subsection G, Paragraph 2, Line B."

Lightning looked at the page, but had no idea what he was looking it. The contract might as well have been written in Egyptian Hieroglyphics. He looked up at Cad and said, "I don't even know how to find that line... Break it down for me."

Cad took back the page and recited, "During Mr. McQueen's stay, he may be required to complete tasks outside of his usual scope. Chief among these, will be to ensure The Superintendent is completely satisfied by his (Mr. McQueen's) visit."

Lightning thought for a minute and said, "Soooo... what does that mean? I have to satisfy you, personally?"

Cad continued smiling his trademark smile and said, "Yes. That is precisely what it means."

Lightning was still puzzled by what exactly Cad meant. He said, "So what? You want me to retread your tires, wash the windows, do your taxes, and bring you breakfast in bed?"

Cad chuckled and said, "No. Not exactly." He rolled forward, placed a tire on Lightning's fender, and said, "I want you to satisfy me, sexually."

Lightning rolled back in shock. "You have got to be kidding..."

"No. I don't kid," Cad replied. "Either you do as requested, or you leave my hotel."

Lightning didn't like being played like this, but he didn't want to have to leave the hotel and disappoint all those fans... Not to mention lose out on all the money he had been promised... Hard would have his ass for that... And not in the fun way.

"Alright Cad," Lightning sighed, "I'll play ball."

"More like you'll play with my balls," Cad said. "Now, why don't we get started with a blow job?" and he lifted his front end onto Lightning's hood.

Lightning's front suspension protested under the truck's weight. His front end was pressed down until it almost rested on the floor. Lightning was now rendered immobile. Seeing no other option, he opened his mouth, allowing Cad entry. Cad pushed the swollen, sparkling chrome head of his shaft into Lightning's mouth. Begrudgingly, Lightning wrapped his lips around Cad's penis and began to suck.

"Oh yeah. That's it," Cad moaned, rubbing a tire across Lightning's roof. "Just suck on my cock until I shoot my thick, creamy load allover that pretty hood of yours."

Lightning simply continued to suck on the shaft, working it all over with his skilled tongue. Cad's undercarriage reeked of his expensive cologne. It was almost like he had dunked his balls into the foul-smelling substance. Lightning wanted to spit him out and turn away, but somehow, he willed himself to continue. Just the knowledge that he was sucking a dick was making him horny. He could feel his own penis starting to extend from its hiding place, ready to play. In and out he moved, gently working the short, stubby penis. He reached out a tire and started to play with Cad's balls.

Cad started to wiggle his rear to Lightning's left, then lifted his left rear tire. Lightning was facing straight at a mirror, watching himself suck on Cad's dick. It was then that his suspicions were confirmed. Cad did indeed have a small penis. He wasn't tiny, like a Smart Fortwo or a Fiat 500, but a Male Miata would be justified in laughing.

"Just look at that," Cad said, drool starting to fall from his mouth, landing upon Lightning's hood, "You look so cute with that cock in your mouth!"

Lightning continued to suck Cad's smelly dick, working it with his tongue, rubbing all around his swollen tip, trying to get this over with as soon as possible. Suddenly, Cad pulled his dick out of Lightning's mouth and pressed the tip to his header panel, just above his grille.

"Fuck, Baby!" Cad moaned, "Here cums my load! I'm givin' it to you, Baby!" and he groaned loudly as his hot, thick, creamy spunk shot from his cock and onto Lighting's face. It splattered from the end of his hood, all the way to the middle of his windshield. Lightning had to close his right eye to avoid it being hit. He was actually a little disappointed that Cad hadn't stayed in and let him swallow.

Cad panted, "Holy FUCK!... You're an amazing Cock Sucker..." and he climbed down from Lightning's face. That was when he noticed his cum all over Lightning's face. "Wow... Now, that's what I call a money shot!"

"Yeah, yeah," Lightning said, "I'm gonna go wash up," and he started toward the bathroom.

"Alright, but we're not done," Cad said.

Lightning stopped short and whipped a J-turn. "What do you mean 'we're not done'?" he demanded.

Cad smiled once more and said, "Your contract states that you must satisfy me... I'm not fully satisfied yet."

Lightning groaned, then said, "Let me wash my face, then we'll discuss where we go from there, Okay?"

Cad nodded as he backed onto the couch's bottom pad. "Take your time. I'll need a few minutes to recover," and he flipped on the 62" Plasma TV that was mounted over the fireplace.

Lightning rolled into the bathroom, kicked the door shut behind him, then rolled into the shower that was large enough to comfortably hold 2 horny Semis. He turned the water on and sat beneath the spray.

Cad turned the TV to Channel 4, which was a closed-circuit TV feed from a hidden camera in the bathroom and he could see Lightning in the shower. Now, while cameras like this could normally land a hotel Superintendent in hot water, due to the fact that it didn't record anything, and the feed didn't leave the room, he claimed that it had been installed so that someone could watch his or her spouse while they showered. Which, as it turns out, is a kink for some. (I couldn't make that up if I tried.)

"That's it," Cad said aloud, "Get nice and clean..."

After a few minutes, Lightning turned the water off, dried himself with a Chamois, then rolled out of the bathroom.

"So, are we ready for more?" Cad asked, having turned the TV back to the News station.

"I guess so," Lightning grunted as they headed toward the bedroom.

Once inside the bedroom, with both of them parked on the sleeping mat, Cad said, "Why don't we have a little something to set the mood?"

He pressed a button on the bedtable and a 50" TV screen dropped out of the ceiling. Music filled the room as a movie started to play. Please, don't fire me! was the title.

"This is one of my favorites," Cad said.

The movie opened with a Honda Accord being yelled at by a Cadillac Sedan Deville. Apparently, the Honda hadn't been doing his job well enough.

"You've left me with no choice," the Cadillac said.

"No, please!" the Honda begged, "Don't fire me! I need this job! I'll do anything!"

"Anything, eh?" the Cadillac said, "Well, maybe we can keep you on the payroll..."

Cad was rubbing lube onto his throbbing shaft. "Mmmmm," he hummed, "Gotta get nice and greasy for ya..."

Lightning looked back at the screen just in time to see the Honda attempting to swallow the Cadillac's dick whole.

'Man, I wish I was that Honda right now,' Lightning thought, 'just figures that I'd get stuck with a car with the smallest dick I've ever seen... Well, except for Luigi and Guido, but they know they're small, and they know how to use what they have. This jerk probably thinks he's the biggest and best since John Mobile-Holmes. He glanced over at the large SUV and thought, 'The things I'll do for a paycheck.'

He heard moaning from the TV. When he looked back to the screen, the Honda was underneath the Cadillac, who was pushing his large penis into the Honda's ass.

Cad slapped Lightning's trunk with one of his tires. "Now, let's get started", he said, climbing onto Lightning's rear.

Lightning groaned as he took the weight of the truck, but he held fast, now unable to move. He could feel Cad's stubby penis prodding his underside, searching for its target. Lightning moaned pleasurably when he felt it rub into his entrance. "Right there, Cad!" he said with a moan. "Ram into me!"

"With pleasure!" Cad declared. He planted his rear wheels and pushed his swollen, aching member into Lightning's tight, puckered ass. Lightning moaned as Cad's slimy chode pushed into his rectum.

Unfortunately, Cad didn't have enough length to properly stimulate the quivering bundle of sensitive nerves that was Lightning's prostate… Nor did he have the staying power to last very long… To Lightning, it just felt like pooping backwards for 30 seconds. Until…

"Oh Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Cad grunted, just before he came. "YES! CAD! CAAAAAAD!" Cad screamed as his orgasm hit its peak and he emptied his balls of their cream into Lightning.

'He actually screamed his own FUCKING name!' Lightning thought to himself as the SUV went limp atop him before climbing down.

"I'd say you've fulfilled your contract" Cad said, "Just let me rest a bit…"

Lightning grunted a response as he rolled back to the shower to was Cad cologne and semen from his body.