by Patrick Kill
Even Dick sputtered with excitement from time to time when his twelve-inch phallus-head would get rubbed the right way.
Masturbation never worked. He found it impossible to fantasize with a putrid glob of flesh stuck to his shoulder, as well as the realistic nature of his fantasy-based mirage was always shattered by the common fact that no woman with a sound mind would come within ten feet of him with Dick growing out of his side.
“Okay, I give up. I can’t take it anymore,” Kalep yelled, pausing for a response. When no reply came, he said “I’m tired, so very tired.”
He settled in bed that night, after swallowing a bottle of sleeping pills. He drifted slowly in the darkness, away from the prison of the world.
This time his dreams became more vivid than life and Dick had traveled with him. He waded, with his brother on his side, through the black lake and grasped onto the ivory bridge, hoisting himself onto its surface. He trudged through endless sand dunes, beneath a red-tinted sky. He never stopped until he came to a house in the middle of nowhere. It was a white two-story house with a picket fence. In the back yard, a garden of flowers peeked from the plain of sand and wind chimes echoed across the property. Though it was simple, it was the most beautiful sight Kalep had ever seen before, and he knew it was his.
He entered the house to a fully furnished interior. Candles burned on a dinner table that was set for two. Red roses draped out of a vase in the middle.
Kalep peered out the window, noticing the scenery had changed to a beautiful green field layered with waterfalls and winding rivers. Golden rays of sunlight filtered through the thick canopy of trees, making ponds sparkle and rainbows glisten over the land.
“I remember the sand and lake, but never this,“ Kalep said, stepping out into the sunlit warmth.
Finally, a thunderous voice boomed from above. “The world I’ve created is ending. Your death has started its demise. I’ve created this as your place of refuge, son.”
Kalep began weeping. Never before had he ever been called ‘son’. He looked down at his shadow. Dick’s shadow fell beside his and the contrast was haunting—a beast among heaven. He also witnessed another shadow which spread across the floor, drawing closer.
The darkness shifted, eclipsing Kalep’s shadow. He glanced up and saw the most beautiful woman with auburn hair and emerald eyes. Erika’s smile glimmered in the sunlight. She wore a white gown which she quickly shed to a giant hole sinking into her shoulder. A dark pubic line circled this hole, contracting rhythmically, moist and dark.
“I’ve missed you, Kalep,” she said softly, “Psychotica wasn’t the same without you.”
Kalep embraced her as he felt the pull of his Siamese twin toward the strange hole. Before he knew it, Dick had worked the top half of his head into the gaping fissure in the woman’s shoulder. Kalep grunted in pain at the stretching of shared skin between them.
The woman nodded with acceptance. “She is my sister, she has grown with me.”
Dick kept plunging his head madly in and out. The woman ran her fingers down Kalep’s face and said, “Don’t worry, the Master has outlined a fairy tale ending for us both.”
“How do you know that?” he asked.
“It just came to mind,” she answered.
Their tongues met creating a fevered frenzy of sexual groping. Clothes were ripped and cast aside.
Erika pulled Kalep’s face between her cleavage. He massaged her arm, working his way up to the moist opening on her shoulder where Dick’s head still bounced in and out. He plunged his fingers into the wetness and she screamed.
Kalep dropped his other hand and searched with his fingers until he found the other one between her legs.
“Oh yes,” she screamed, her body contorting on both ends to shove Kalep’s hands deeper. “We were made for each other.”
Hours of sex followed. As Kalep climaxed inside her, he felt his body changing. Dick was disappearing along with Erika’s sister. He felt everything returning to normal as Erika’s body pressed deeper into his own, the motion molding her flesh with his.
A wondrous overload of feelings flooded every inch of Kalep. He watched the scenery in Psychotica change colors and swirl until everything was a colorful collage of blurred memories and a forgotten past which slowly faded, finally leaving room for him to dream about things to come. And look forward to the waiting…
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Patrick Kill never waves at his neighbors, has spent some time in jail, and likes bar whores and Russian mail-order brides. He hates the majority of humanity and spends most of his time doing business in the dark, seedy underbelly of an underground market.
Although he never updates his website, you can still visit it at: www.patrickkill.com.
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Table of Contents
THE DAY MR. LANGFORD CRACKED
THE BOY WITH THE RAZOR-SHARP TEETH
TWINS
BITCHSLAPPED
THE GIANT MAN
PSYCHOTICA
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Table of Contents
THE DAY MR. LANGFORD CRACKED
THE BOY WITH THE RAZOR-SHARP TEETH
TWINS
BITCHSLAPPED
THE GIANT MAN
PSYCHOTICA
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Table of Contents
THE DAY MR. LANGFORD CRACKED
THE BOY WITH THE RAZOR-SHARP TEETH
TWINS
BITCHSLAPPED
THE GIANT MAN
PSYCHOTICA
ABOUT THE AUTHOR