Suvi-Tuuli Paju (suvipaju) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-02-15 06:58:00 |
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Current location: | In my apartment |
Current mood: | cold |
Current music: | Dethklok - Detharmonic |
Entry tags: | fairly odd parents, rated: explicit, slash |
Title: The Fairly OddParents
Author: Suvi-Tuuli Paju
Disclaimer: I do not own The Fairly OddParents
Summary: Cosmo-centric, but with some other pairings, some m/f, mainly PWP, and still a WIP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, mostly m/m, yaoi, violence, nonconsensual, rape, semi-nonconsensual, bondage, torture, BDSM, minor, shota, anal
Author's Note: Mostly slash between Cosmo/Jorgen and Cosmo/Anti-Cosmo, with other pairings, a little m/f between Wanda/Wandicimo
Cosmo, Wanda, and Timmy decided to spend the day in Fairy World while Timmy’s parents went on another vacation. Wanda had really wanted to go back the Fairy World Day Spa and spend an afternoon with Wandicimo Magnifico, the most wonderful masseuse in the universe. “I’m going to spend the day at the spa,” Wanda said. “You can either come with me or you can find something else to do. Either way, meet me back here at 6pm so we can get some dinner.” “Ok pudding, I’m not into all that girly frou-frou stuff so we’ll go somewhere else,” Cosmo said. “Alright Big Daddy, just don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone!” Cosmo and Timmy were left to find something to do while Wanda had all her troubles rubbed away…in more ways than one. “How ‘bout the arcade, it’s more fun than girly stuff,” Timmy asked Cosmo. “OK,” Cosmo replied. Cosmo and Timmy started down the walkway towards the arcade, which looked more fun than anything else around there. While walking they passed the military bunkers which housed the new fairy recruits in the Fairy Academy and housed Drill Sergeant Jorgen Von Strangle. Jorgen looked out his window as they passed by. “There is that fucking idiot Cosmo who single-handedly caused my to loose all five of my military stars, and his godson Timmy Turner. I will make sure Cosmo pays for what he did!” Jorgen sulked out of his bunker and into the hot day. Cosmo and Timmy neared the arcade until Jorgen grabbed Cosmo by his shoulder roughly. “Ahhh, what do you want,” Cosmo managed to stutter out. “You will pay for what you did to me! You pathetic asshole! I’ve been waiting until the right time to get my hands on you,” Jorgen replied harshly. “Hey you jerk, leave him alone! He didn’t do anything to you,” Timmy shouted. Jorgen looked at Timmy and laughed. “Why don’t you go to the arcade without me Timmy, I’ll catch up to you in a bit,” Cosmo said without an inch of confidence. Jorgen dragged Cosmo back into the bunker house and slammed the door shut. Timmy thought to himself, “I’ve got a really bad feeling about this.”
Meanwhile Wanda stood in line waiting for her turn with Wandicimo. The massage room door opened and a woodsy-scented purple smoke poured out of the room. Wandicimo appeared, his long black hair flowing behind him. He eyed Wanda and pointed his finger at her. “You,” he cried, “I’ll take you now.” Wanda passed in front of all the people who had been waiting before her. “I should only stay for (Wandicimo puts his hands on her shoulders) a couple…hours,” Wanda said as her tension melted away. Wandicimo picked her up into his arms and carried her into the room and pushed the door shut with his foot.
“You little bastard,” Jorgen ranted, “I will punish you for what you did to me.” Cosmo cowered in the corner of the room as Jorgen approached him with a ferocity he rarely saw in anyone, even Jorgen. Jorgen wrenched Cosmo up by his arm and threw him halfway across the living room. “Uunnn,” Cosmo groaned as he landed against Jorgen’s desk. Jorgen marched across the room and picked Cosmo up. “Ever since that day I lost my honor, I’ve wanted you to pay, but every time I think about it the only thing I desire to do to you is to fuck your pathetic little ass you puny little fairy,” Jorgen said as he started to pull off Cosmo’s clothes. He pulled off Cosmo’s pants and underwear. “Please Jorgen, I, I, I’m married, I’m sorry, please,” Cosmo pleaded with Jorgen. But Jorgen just laughed. Jorgen undid his pants and pulled out his massive, stiff member. He bent down and turned Cosmo’s face towards his. He seared Cosmo’s mouth with his own. He then spit onto his hand and rubbed it down his dick. He then placed it onto Cosmo’s asshole and proceeded to push it in. Cosmo shrieked as tears flooded his cheeks. Jorgen pounded his small little ass with such force that it about knocked a hole into the wall. Cosmo cried, but at the same time he felt a desire that had lay dormant for years. He had been afraid to mention it for fear of being ostracized or losing Wanda. Cosmo’s dick grew rigid and Cosmo gave in to his inhibitions. He threw his head back and moaned. This made Jorgen’s thrusting fiercer. Jorgen grabbed Cosmo’s hair and rode him hard, his mammoth dick stretching Cosmo’s ass enormously. But to Cosmo, the pain was worth it.
Wandicimo laid Wanda down on the massage table and brought out the lavender scented oil that he knew Wanda liked so much. Wanda undressed completely on the table and Wandicimo covered her up to her bottom with a deliciously soft sheet. He began to massage her shoulders. “My darling Wanda, why are you so tense?” “I don’t know but that feels so good….mmm,” she sighed. Wandicimo worked his magic down her back, slowly, teasingly slow. He reached her bottom and lifted the sheet away. He began to massage her soft bottom, savoring her soft, warm flesh. Wanda just lay still and her breathing became a little harder. It felt so good. “But I’m married,” she thought to herself. “But, but…” Her thoughts faded into enormous desire as Wandicimo’s hands found their way to the soft skin of her inner thighs. He teased her as he rubbed all around the sweet spot she wished he would touch. Wandicimo withdrew his hands, much to the dismay of Wanda, and he turned her onto her back. He then started to lick her thighs. He reached that sensitive spot and teased her by licking all around it. She squirmed, wishing he would hurry up. Wandicimo knew that and he flicked his tongue on her sensitive clit. Wanda arched her back and moaned. He pushed his tongue onto her clit and licked it in a circular motion. He pushed two of his fingers into Wanda’s wet pussy and fingered her while he played with her clit. Wanda thrust her hips toward him, coming close to climaxing. He sucked her clit and she climaxed violently, squirting her juices onto his hand. He then pulled her body towards the edge of the table and brought his hard cock out. He thrust it into her now drenched pussy and proceeded to fuck her. She came again and again as Wandicimo’s member thrust in and out, over and over, furiously. Wandicimo then withdrew and shot his load onto her chest. Wanda collapsed against the table as Wandicimo used the sheet to wipe her off. “Boy, if this is the kind of service I get, I’m coming back more often,” Wanda said to him as she dressed. Wandicimo smiled. “Come as often as you like my darling Wanda,” he said. Wanda dressed and opened the door and left. Wandicimo stepped out and looked around for his next customer, who would get a massage, but not the service he provided Wanda.
Cosmo felt himself tighten as he shot his cum onto Jorgen’s desk. Jorgen was close to cumming and he thrust long and deep. He finally came, shooting a mammoth load into Cosmo’s ass. “I’m still not done with you Cosmo,” he said, “but I have prior engagements so I will finish my punishment of you later,” he said. Cosmo’s trembling body turned around and went to retrieve the clothes that had so hastily been shed. He left Jorgen’s house and went to meet Wanda outside the spa. Timmy was already there. When he arrived, Timmy looked at him and said “What the hell took you so long, you’ve been gone for hours!” “Uuuh, Jorgen and I just got to talking that’s all,” Cosmo said hastily as he blushed. “And I didn’t know it took so long to get a massage,” Timmy said to Wanda. “Well, it was a deluxe package, so I got the special treatment,” she said, realizing that in itself didn’t sound right, but she didn’t think he would notice. “Oh well, I’m starved, let’s go to the Golden Crown and get some chow,” Timmy said. They agreed and were off to get some dinner.
Chapter 2
Dinner at the Golden Crown was good. They left, fulfilled. They headed towards the spa. "I think it's time we get home," Timmy said. "Mom and Dad will wonder where I am," he said. "Ok Sport," Wanda said, hoping nobody noticed her blush when they passed the spa. In a poof they were back in Timmy's room. "Oh Son of mine," Timmy's dad chirped outside. "Are you in there, I haven't seen you all day," he asked. "I'm fine, just been playing computer games," Timmy quipped. "Ooh, games, I wanna play," Cosmo said absent-mindedly. "No you idiot, I was lying to dad to keep him from getting suspicious," Timmy said while looking at Cosmo dumbly. "I think I should get some sleep, it's getting late," he said. "Ok Sport," Wanda said, poofing into a goldfish and swimming back into her house. Cosmo poofed back into a fish, but he didn't go into the house. Instead he swam around the bowl, looking out of the glass. Soon he heard Timmy start to snore. But he didn't notice the dark, tall figure that came out of the shadows.
Jorgen loomed over the fish bowl, picking up Cosmo as he tried to escape into his house. He took Cosmo from the bowl, forcing him to turn into his fairy form again. In a flash, they were back in Jorgen's den.
Jorgen picked up Cosmo by his shirt and held him at eye level with him. "You fucking whore, did you think dat you could get away so easily, you disgusting fuck," the German man spat out at him. Cosmo started to cry, the tears burning his eyes. Jorgen dropped Cosmo onto the floor onto his knees, making Cosmo wince. Cosmo tried to stand up, but the taller, more powerful fairy held him down. He slapped Cosmo across his face so hard that it left a handprint on his cheek. He looked down at the shivering little mass below him. "Now I have you right vhere I want you," he seethed. Cosmo cowered. He pulled out his monstrous dick, which was rock hard by now. He really got off on fucking this smaller, delicious little whore. Cosmo's mind was a blur, but he still couldn't help thinking that it reminded him of a Hickory Farms holiday sausage. Jorgen jerked Cosmo's head up by his hair, making him grimace in pain. Tears streamed down his cheeks. The moonlight shone inside the dimly lit room, dancing across it and making shadows. It made Jorgen look ten times bigger than he actually was. Cosmo felt the tip of Jorgen's cock at his mouth. Jorgen thrust it in his mouth, almost gagging Cosmo. Cosmo took in as much as he could. He began to suck Jorgen's massive dick, playing his soft tongue along its shaft, and then the head. He felt his own groin begin to stir. He traced his teeth along the shaft of Jorgen's cock, stopping every couple of seconds to nip at the soft skin. This forced a low-pitched growl out of the man. He withdrew from Cosmo's warm mouth, jerking the smaller fairy's head back. "Stand up, you filthy little fuck," Jorgen hissed. Cosmo did as he was told.
Jorgen came around back of Cosmo and shoved him roughly over the back of the sofa. Cosmo could feel his own erection pushing into the back of the sofa. He felt his hands being jerked in back of him. Jorgen took out a roll of duct tape and taped Cosmo's hands in back of him. Cosmo was beginning to panic, but his dick was still throbbing. He felt something hard come slamming down on his bare bottom, jerking his attention back to reality. He gritted his teeth as it came down again and again. Jorgen brought the cane down hard, leaving swollen, red welts on Cosmo's bottom. Cosmo lowered his head and bit his bottom lip. The sensations created were a mixture of intense agony and an even stranger feeling of eroticism. Soon the blows stopped, to be replaced by Jorgen's tongue. He traced every mark made on Cosmo's bottom with his hot tongue, making Cosmo writhe underneath him. He spread Cosmo's cheeks apart, trailing his tongue along the bruised, aching hole there. He pushed it in, still tasting a bit of himself in there. This made him even harder. He stood up, lubing his dick up with his own spit. Cosmo braced himself for the pain. Jorgen positioned himself outside Cosmo's bottom, and with one thrust, he was inside Cosmo, filling him completely. Cosmo screamed out, leaving his voice hoarse. This very much pleased Jorgen. He thrust himself into Cosmo cruelly, just enjoying the fact that this little slut was all his.
Jorgen's dick bumped into Cosmo's sweet spot and Cosmo had to hold back a moan. He jerked his head back, biting again into his lower lip, drawing a little blood. Jorgen bent his face down and brought it into a crushing, mind-numbing kiss with Cosmo. He thrust his tongue in and out as fast as he fucked Cosmo's tight asshole. He stopped kissing him only to bite down on his shoulder, leaving red teeth marks on the delicate skin there. He thrust himself in and out, faster and faster, like a wild animal. Cosmo was completely lost in that feeling when Jorgen brushed against that spot. He suddenly turned Cosmo onto his back and laid him on top of the back of the sofa. He again slapped Cosmo across his face, enjoying the contorted expression of pain and ecstasy. He dug his nails into Cosmo's soft little hips, leaving dark bruises in their wake. He lifted Cosmo's legs onto his shoulders and grinded his hips into Cosmo's ass, leaving them both breathless. He bent over Cosmo until their lips almost touched. "You sick son-of-a-bitch, you like this don't you, don't you, fucker," he breathed against Cosmo's soft mouth. Cosmo managed a yes. Jorgen then brought his face down onto Cosmo's chest as he bit one of Cosmo's hardened nipples. Cosmo whimpered and Jorgen bathed it with his tongue. Soon Jorgen had his head back as he pounded Cosmo viciously. "Fuck, FUCK," he cried. This sent Cosmo over the edge, his sticky, hot cum shooting onto his abdomen. Jorgen soon followed suit and shot a mammoth load into Cosmo's ass. Jorgen soon withdrew from Cosmo. "Get dressed and go home, and don't you say a fucking word, I am not done with you," he growled. Cosmo put on his clothes and poofed back into Timmy's room. Everything was quiet. Cosmo went to sleep. He would think more about it in the morning.
Chapter 3
At first I thought maybe a Timmy/Crocker chapter, but ya know, it's already weird enough that the dude has an ear on his neck..... So instead I changed it to a Timmy/Cosmo chapter.... I can't get enough of Cosmo ;) Sorry if anyone is offended by a Timmy chapter, but a reviewer said that Timmy doesn't have any fun....hehe....
Cosmo was out of Jorgen's grasp for now. He poofed back home with the intent of going to sleep and hoping his ass felt better in the morning. And besides that, he didn't want anyone seeing him looking as worn out as he was. He was about to turn into a goldfish when Timmy rolled over and opened his eyes. Timmy looked at the fairy, realizing that he didn't look right. His clothes were torn and he had a big red mark across his cheek. Looks like someone had beat the shit out of him. Cosmo, being embarrassed, turned away from Timmy. "What the heck happened to you, Cosmo?" The boy sat up in bed, suddenly becoming worried about his godparent. "Nothing Sport, I'm okay," Cosmo said with a defeated tone. "No, you don't usually dress in clothes that are torn and your hair is a mess Cosmo, don't lie to me, you know what happened last time I was lied to," Timmy said (movie reference).
Cosmo sat down on the bed beside Timmy and he noticed, now that Cosmo was close, that the red mark was a hand print. A big one. Tears began to well up in Cosmo's eyes and flowed freely down his cheeks. Timmy put a hand on Cosmo, turning angry. Whoever did this was going to pay. "I can't tell you," Cosmo said, suddenly fearful of what might happen to him, or Timmy, if Jorgen ever found out he had told someone. "Yes you can, you have to, I will not leave you alone until you do," Timmy told him firmly. "Ok, but you can't tell Wanda," Cosmo said. "Jorgen raped me," Cosmo started, "and I got off on it." Cosmo looked disgusted with himself. Timmy's eyes widened in horror, not just at the fact that Cosmo had been raped, but that he enjoyed it. "I'll kill him," Timmy said. "No, no, you mustn't say anything, or he could hurt us both," Cosmo said fearfully. "He told me not to tell anyone," Cosmo went on. "So you can't say a thing," Cosmo said, looking at Timmy with those pleading little eyes. "I won't tell," Timmy said, going against everything his mind told him was right. But Cosmo was right, Jorgen was a hell of a lot bigger and more powerful than they were.
Timmy noticed how small Cosmo looked right then. He scooted closer to Cosmo, putting an arm around his shoulders. Cosmo hung his head, obviously ashamed at what had taken place. "You forgive me, don't you Sport?" Timmy felt as if he held the man's life in his hands just then. "Of course I do Cosmo," he said, truly meaning it. Cosmo smiled at Timmy, making the boy's heart ache for him. Cosmo then laid down next to Timmy, just staring off into space. Timmy laid down too, facing Cosmo. He felt protective of Cosmo. He also realized that he loved him too. And not just the love of a friend. But he never wanted to hurt Cosmo. Cosmo closed his eyes. He nudged closer to Cosmo, until he could feel his breath wash over his face. He smelled vaguely of spice and aftershave. 'Nice,' Timmy thought to himself. When Cosmo's eyes were closed, he looked so sweet. Timmy nudged even closer, until his face was nearly touching Cosmo's. Timmy wrapped an arm languidly around Cosmo and drew the man closer to him.
Cosmo opened his eyes and looked into Timmy's. Sparks flew. Timmy brushed a hair out of Cosmo's face. Cosmo leaned into Timmy until his lips brushed Timmy's, eliciting a small gasp from the boy. Timmy tangled his hand in Cosmo's green hair, pulling him further into a kiss. Cosmo's kiss became a bit more urgent as the two laid together. Timmy nipped at Cosmo's lower lip, making the man shiver. After Jorgen, this felt, so nice. Timmy breathed in his scent. He could feel Cosmo's pants begin to bulge. He leaned into Cosmo's neck, placing kisses down to his collar line. He slowly undid Cosmo's shirt and tie, revealing his pale and slightly muscular chest. Cosmo drew in a breath as Timmy let go of his inhibitions and placed an erect nipple in his mouth. He sucked and teethed it until Cosmo's breathing was ragged. He then placed the other in his mouth, proceeding to suck and nip it until Cosmo could barely keep control anymore. He trailed his hand down Cosmo's stomach, stopping as he reached his belt. He leaned up and kissed Cosmo's swollen lips as he undid the belt. He slid off Cosmo's pants, freeing the aching erection he had inside. He traced his fingers over the velvety tip, causing Cosmo to buck involuntarily against Timmy's hand. He moaned quietly. A lot of demons were to be freed that night.
Cosmo pushed himself up and over Timmy. He deftly slid off the boy's pants and shirt, exposing his heated flesh to the cool room air. "Are you sure, Timmy?" Timmy breathed a "Yes," making Cosmo even harder. He spit into his hand, then rubbing it on his cock. He looked so incredible that Timmy bit his lower lip. Cosmo lifted the boy's legs onto his shoulders, slowly pushing his member into that tight, sweet little ass of his. After the initial pain was over, Timmy nearly came off the bed as Cosmo hit that spot, that delicious spot. He began to move in Timmy, slower at first, but then he developed a rhythmic pace that was just fast enough to keep going, and just slow enough to keep from cumming just yet. Cosmo's hair began to fall into his face, and he made no moves to brush it out. Timmy arched his back as Cosmo's cock pushed again and again into his sweet spot. Timmy clutched the blankets beneath him as Cosmo rode him. Timmy could feel himself nearing, and Cosmo must have sensed it, because he wrapped his fingers around Timmy and began pumping him until he finally released himself, all over Cosmo's hand, and onto his stomach. This pushed Cosmo over the edge, making him shoot his hot spunk all into Timmy's tight little virgin asshole. "J-, Jorg-," he started, then stopped, instead crying out "Timmy!" He thrust into him one last time before removing himself. He then collapsed beside Timmy, pulling the boy closer to him. He wrapped his arms around his lover. But he couldn't stay this way, he had to go back with Wanda. 'Wanda, ugh,' he thought to himself, remembering that he was indeed still married. He wrinkled his brow and looked at the boy cuddled against his chest. He rolled over and stood up, but Timmy knew that they couldn't sleep together for fear that Wanda, or worse Jorgen, would find out. Cosmo smiled and Timmy smiled, knowingly, and in a poof Cosmo was a goldfish and he was back with his wife. Timmy put his clothes back on and rolled over and went to sleep.
Meanwhile, Jorgen was brooding about his house, wondering what he would do to Cosmo next...
Chapter 4
Cosmo awoke the next morning to the sound of Wanda humming in the bathroom. She was putting her hair up when she turned around and asked, "are you awake Big Daddy?" "Hi Sugar Pie," Cosmo said, feeling the wrath of Jorgen pounding in his bottom. "Today's the day we get our wands revamped, you know," Wanda said nonchalantly. Cosmo's face distorted as he groaned. "But doesn't Jorgen do that," Cosmo asked, a sudden feeling of dread coming over him. "Yeah, he's done it every time," Wanda said, looking over at her husband. "Why do you ask," she said, becoming a tad suspicious of Cosmo's tone. "No reason, I just really really don't like him," Cosmo said, feigning innocence. Wanda believed him and just shrugged her shoulders, continuing to put her hair up into its signature style. Cosmo stood up, grimacing at the pain between his legs. He remembered what he and Timmy did last night. At least Timmy was a hell of a lot gentler than Jorgen. Cosmo brushed his soft green hair and put on his clothes.
Cosmo woke Timmy up, looking into his big blue eyes, wishing he didn't have to go that day. He told Timmy where they were going and asked if he wanted to come. "I'd better," Timmy said, "because I don't want anything happening to you when you're around that creep Jorgen." Cosmo snickered, thinking how futile it would be for Timmy to try and face up to Jorgen, but at the same time grateful for the boy's affections. Timmy dressed and donned his trademark pink hat and they were off to Fairy World.
They sent Timmy back to the arcade, much to Timmy's dismay. But Timmy followed Cosmo secretly anyway. They waited in line for a while before it was their turn to have their wands revamped. It was their 1,000 wish tune-up of sorts. Cosmo refused to look the taller man in the eyes, knowing full well what he would see hidden behind them. Jorgen took the wands silently and tuned them up, all the while never taking his eyes off of Cosmo. He had done some thinking the night before about what he would do to the smaller fairy when he saw him again. He was rather into bondage, so he thought he would introduce it to Cosmo that day. He straightened himself out and came to stand before Cosmo. Cosmo reluctantly looked up, seeing a raging lust that frightened him. He knew that resisting the man would prove futile, and only make things worse for him. "I need to see you after I am done. Come back at 5."
Cosmo felt his knees go weak upon that order, his heart lurching up into his throat. Wanda could sense something was amiss, and Timmy, hiding around the corner of the building, slapped his forehead before saying "shit." 'I knew this would happen,' Cosmo thought to himself. Wanda looked at him strangely, knowing that whatever was going on was not Cosmo's fault entirely. But she would have to wait it out and see. Whatever it was bothered her a great deal. They spent the rest of the day walking around and shopping. But Cosmo's mind was somewhere else the entire time. At 4:45 Wanda went to get something to eat while Cosmo went back to where he knew his fate awaited him. Timmy trailed, unseen, behind Cosmo. Cosmo stopped in the doorway of the building, feeling faint. A large, strong hand reached out and grabbed his arm, steadying him. He jumped at the touch. Soon the grasp turned painfully strong and Cosmo winced as he was led to a back room. Timmy crept in behind them, making sure he was not seen. What Cosmo and Timmy saw in that room shocked them both. Ropes, whips, handcuffs, and all sorts of sexual torture devices were laid about the room. Cosmo gasped in horror, feeling the stronger man pushing him towards a cold metal chair in the middle of the room. 'Oh crud,' Timmy thought, 'how am I going to get him out of this one?'
Chapter 5
Timmy thought to himself, 'if I could just get a hold of Cosmo's wand or something, maybe I could help him.' Then he shook his head, realizing that the wand was stuck in Cosmo's pants pocket. If he did get it and tried to use it, he would probably fuck it up, he thought, because he had never used it before.
Cosmo was leaned over the back of one of the harsh metal chairs. At this moment he wished he could hear a sound because the silence was making him even more nervous. Jorgen pulled the pants off of Cosmo, then his shirt, tossing them carelessly close to the door, which was cracked open just a bit in case someone disturbed them. But Jorgen was facing the door, making it impossible, at that moment, for Timmy to try and reach for the wand. Timmy cursed softly to himself. Jorgen silently tied Cosmo's arms behind him with a piece of rough rope. He then nudged his knee between Cosmo's legs, forcing them apart. He bent down and tied each of Cosmo's feet to the legs of the chair, leaving room enough with the rope that Cosmo wouldn't lose his balance. He then shoved a ball gag into Cosmo's mouth, which was just that side of being too uncomfortable, but Cosmo would somehow manage.
Cosmo heard Jorgen walking around in back of him, probably searching for something. He found it. Jorgen repositioned himself behind Cosmo, making ready the long leather whip he had in his hand. He brought it up and then down on Cosmo's bottom with such force that the crack of the whip could be heard clear across the almost empty building. At least Jorgen thought it was empty. Cosmo's eyes widened as the pain shot out across his backside. Jorgen brought the whip down again and again, until large red welts criss-crossed Cosmo's bottom, some of them just slightly bleeding. 'Well, I don't want to bleed him to death,' Jorgen thought to himself. Cosmo felt a wet, hot tongue trace itself across his welts, making him shudder as a small moan came from his throat. He hadn't meant for it to, but the feeling of that hot, wet tongue felt surprisingly good. 'Gah, what am I thinking, this man is raping me....or is he....what if I enjoy....NO, I should not get enjoyment out of this,' Cosmo thought to himself. But he was. He cringed as he heard Jorgen set down the whip. 'I don't know if I can last much longer,' Jorgen thought to himself.
Cosmo felt the man approach him again from behind. His groin was throbbing now, even though he tried his best not to let it happen. Jorgen pulled Cosmo's head back by his hair, whispering into his ear, "you are a sick little fucker, aren't you, you like dis, don't you, is this what you want you whore," he asked as a large finger rubbed over his aching hole. Cosmo bit into the ball gag harder, letting a small mewling sound escape him. "Dat's what I thought, you puny little fuck," he said in a heavy German accent. Cosmo hung his head as large tears ran down his cheeks. He never thought he could enjoy something like this. Jorgen rubbed the drops of pre-cum over his shaft before slicking it with his own spit. But before he would enter Cosmo, he kneeled down, playing his tongue all around, and inside, Cosmo's tender little asshole. Cosmo fought back a strangled moan as he felt the larger man's tongue swirl inside his most sensitive area. Jorgen stood up then, towering over the smaller man.
He placed himself at Cosmo's opening and thrust himself inside with one good movement of his hips. Cosmo screamed loudly, causing Timmy, who had been lost in watching the two of them, to snap back to attention. 'But, but, he's enjoying this,' Timmy thought to himself, slightly confused. He didn't know whether he should go for the wand now or not. His attentions were averted back to the situation in front of him as Jorgen began to move inside Cosmo. He pushed himself into Cosmo, grinding his hips into him, filling him to the hilt. Cosmo's head was thrown back and his eyes stared up, looking glassy. Jorgen hit that sweet spot in Cosmo over and over again, making Cosmo see stars, and blinding light as his head exploded with every dirty thought he'd ever had. Cosmo thrust his ass back towards Jorgen, making Jorgen growl with satisfaction, knowing that this little whore was enjoying every minute of it. "You like dat then, you fucker, you like my dick inside of you, filling you." The last few words were breathed huskily into Cosmo's ear. He then licked the edge of Cosmo's ear, making shivers run through Cosmo's body. He leaned forward until his mouth was in the crook of Cosmo's neck. He nipped gently, then more cruelly, at Cosmo's skin there. Lucky his shirt would cover the red marks that were going to be left there. A low rumble was let forth from Jorgen's chest, and he tensed from his feet to his head, as he began to climax. "Ahh, Gotte," he groaned. "Cosmo," Jorgen uttered, almost inaudibly, but just enough that Cosmo heard it, which made his groin tighten as he jerked spasmodically against Jorgen's bucking hips. Jorgen thrashed inside of him, grinding and jerking irrhythmically as his white-hot fluid escaped him, gushing into Cosmo's ass. Cosmo felt himself climax, much harder than he ever remembered, his cum gushing onto the chair in front of him. Jorgen rode out the rest of the feeling until all he could do is stand there and catch his breath. He undid Cosmo's bindings and both got dressed. "I expect to see you in a few days, you sick fuck," Jorgen said, his eyes gleaming. "Yes, Sir," Cosmo said, looking at the floor. Timmy realized that he was still right outside the door and he stood up quickly and made a dash for the exit, reaching it and going outside just in time for Cosmo and Jorgen to come walking out of the room. Timmy decided he would go find Wanda and pretend like none of this had ever happened.
But it had happened. And it was going to happen again. Cosmo had to come back to Fairy World in the next few days to receive more punishment. Part of him was still scared at what had happened, but part of him, that slut inside of him, looked forward to it.
Chapter 6
It was late. Cosmo sat up in bed with a start, having had disturbing dream. He got out of bed and walked around the room for a minute, trying to shake the dream because it had been so real, so vivid. Cosmo had been bent over the back of Jorgen's couch and he had had his cock rammed so deep inside him that it was like he could actually feel it, stretching him, filling him, and he was enjoying it, his cock as hard as Jorgen's. He could feel himself growing harder at the thought of the dream so he tried even harder to shake it from his mind. He shouldn't enjoy being raped and abused by Jorgen. But he did, and very much so, but part of him still screamed out to him that it was so wrong in every way. He poofed himself outside the fishbowl and into Timmy's room, needing a bit more space. He was deep in thought when he heard a noise coming from just outside Timmy's closed door. He quietly flew up to the door and peered underneath the door. Nothing. But he had most definitely heard something. Being nosy, he quietly and slowly opened the door only to find the hallway dark, with no signs of anyone being up. So he crept downstairs, making sure to be very quiet so as not to wake Timmy or his parents, much less Wanda. He came into the dark living room and peered around, feeling rather frightened and not sure of whether he wanted to move on or not. But a sound from the kitchen made him even more curious so he floated into the kitchen and towards the sink, not glancing behind him as a dark, and very large, figure appeared from the corner of the kitchen and quickly covered Cosmo's mouth and restrained him.
In a flash they were in Jorgen's living room again and Cosmo found himself staring up at Jorgen's face, which was half hidden by darkness, as he had turned no lights on this time. Cosmo dropped to the floor in a heap and sat there shaking, wondering what Jorgen was going to do to him this time. Like he had to ask. Jorgen loomed over him like a tower and bent down to grab Cosmo up by his hair and toss him over towards his couch. Cosmo landed with a muffled thud against the back of the couch. His head hurt now from being picked up by his hair. And so did his back, as it had hit the hardest against the couch. He slouched down against the back and watched as Jorgen came closer. Against his own will at that moment, he felt his cock begin to harden at the sight of the tall, muscular, and very obviously aroused man. Jorgen then bent down to wrench Cosmo up by his hair again, shoving him hard against the back of the couch, bending him over so that his tight little ass stuck out, just waiting to be fucked. He came around front of Cosmo and jerked his head up so that he was looking into his eyes.
"You like dis Cosmo, you like it when I treat you dis way, don't you, you fucking dirty little whore," he spat at Cosmo, his eyes glaring down into Cosmo's, his lips curled up into a rather frightening, sadistic grin. Cosmo just moaned softly, not knowing exactly what to say. Jorgen, with all his might, slapped Cosmo across his face, leaving a red handprint on his cheek. "Answer me you bastard," Jorgen threatened. "Y-yes," Cosmo managed to sputter, his face not broken, but feeling like it had been hit by a Mack truck. "Yes what, whore," Jorgen demanded. "Yes master," Cosmo said, submitting himself to Jorgen completely right then. Jorgen stood up straight and smirked at Cosmo. "Dat's what I thought," he said. Cosmo lay still over the back of the couch, fearing that if he moved at all he'd feel a lot worse than the pain his face was giving him. His cock was uncomfortably hard now, confined in his boxer shorts. But not for long. Jorgen took no time in wrenching those off of him and tossing them behind him. His cock sprang free and poked into the back of the couch, its sensitive tip rubbing against the soft material of the couch. Jorgen quickly discarded his camouflage pants and boots and let his monstrous cock stand out unobstructed.
He reached behind him for a piece of twine that lay on the countertop. He pulled Cosmo's arms behind him and tied them tightly with the twine so that Cosmo couldn't move them at all. Cosmo's dick stirred at the thought of being so helpless in front of Jorgen, being at his mercy, and getting the fuck of his life. Jorgen then reached for a large ball gag, large enough that Cosmo's already sore jaw would become even more sore after having this in his mouth for a while. He jerked it into Cosmo's mouth and buckled it around Cosmo's head, making sure that Cosmo was very uncomfortable. Cosmo tasted the rubbery taste of the latex, and for some reason this was an extremely erotic thing for him. Last thing he reached for was a pair of cruel nipple clamps that bit down so hard on Cosmo that it was all he could do to keep from crying out. But the pain dulled over the next few minutes to a bearable amount. Jorgen had grown impossibly hard at the sight of Cosmo completely helpless before him. He turned around to grab the rubber whip with metal studs that hung on the wall.
He turned back around and held the whip high in the air, bringing it down with a resounding whack onto Cosmo's bottom, making Cosmo scream from behind the gag, tears rolling down his cheeks. He brought the whip down again and again, raising large red welts on Cosmo's bottom. Then he moved to Cosmo's back and up to his shoulder blades, leaving cruel red marks up Cosmo's back. He wasn't done yet, though. He expertly brought the whip against the back of Cosmo's thighs and calves, making Cosmo bite down hard on the gag, his cheeks and the pillows below him wet from the tears. But his dick still stayed hard. He felt so sinful, so deliciously sinful for getting off on all of this.
Jorgen finished with the whip, having left Cosmo's body a battle ground of red welts, a few of them bleeding lightly. He then lubed up his enormous prick and shoved it between Cosmo's cheeks, eliciting an almost inaudible gasp from Cosmo. He began to push the head in slowly, torturously slow, and then with one swift thrust he was completely inside Cosmo, filling him to the hilt, his insides stretched to the max. It felt so painfully good to be filled up like that. Jorgen began pounding Cosmo with a ferocious intensity that left Cosmo breathless as he was pushed into the couch hard. Occasionally the thrust would be so hard that it would lift Cosmo off of the floor only to have him slam back down when Jorgen pulled out again. Cosmo clenched his fists tightly and Jorgen could see the effect he was having on the smaller man. Exactly what he had hoped for from Cosmo, that dirty fucking little wench. Jorgen wrapped his hands around Cosmo's small waist and lifted him up off the floor and held him tightly, digging his nails into Cosmo's skin, so that he could ram him even harder. The intensity of the thrusts and the way Jorgen's mammoth cock hit his sweet spot every time made Cosmo see stars, flashes of blinding light surrounding his vision and swimming in his ecstatic brain.
Jorgen ground his hips into Cosmo, his balls slapping into Cosmo's and his hair scratching against Cosmo's ass. Cosmo could feel the start of his climax winding its way through his body slowly, making every nerve in his body super sensitive and his muscles tighten as each slam brings Cosmo closer to ecstasy. Jorgen took his hands from around Cosmo's waist and as he thrust inside of him he dragged his nails down Cosmo's back, then leaned forward and bit into Cosmo's neck, licking it afterwards with his wet tongue, leaving a wet, red mark. He followed by biting the other side of Cosmo's neck, then lapping at the mark he left. Cosmo felt nerve jolts race through his belly every time Jorgen bit him and his hot tongue touched his sensitive neck. Jorgen's thrusting was becoming even harder, a ferocious rhythm that threatened to bring them both over the brink of insanity. Cosmo felt himself starting to cum as Jorgen hit his sweet spot even faster. He threw his head back and moaned loudly as he felt his cum shoot out of his cock in long, thick spurts onto Jorgen's couch. The site of this was enough to bring Jorgen over the edge and when Cosmo tightened his muscles around Jorgen, he felt the ungodly amount of hot, sticky cum flood his ass as Jorgen growled fiercely. There was so much cum that it leaked out of Cosmo's ass and all over Jorgen's floor.
Jorgen collapsed on top of Cosmo until he could regain his breath, then withdrew and began to undo Cosmo's bindings. First the twine, then the clamps, and finally the gag. Cosmo's mouth was sore after this and he knew he's feel it even more tomorrow. Jorgen went for a towel and cleaned up the mess on the floor, Cosmo, and the couch. But he wasn't done with Cosmo for that night. not even close. He closed in on Cosmo again and crushed his mouth with a kiss that made Cosmo's toes curl. Jorgen bit at his lower lip and tasted Cosmo's mouth, running his tongue along the roof of his mouth, his cheeks, and his teeth, and dueling with Cosmo's tongue, which was becoming bolder as the kiss grew heated. Jorgen ground his still erect cock into Cosmo, who moaned against his mouth, wrapping his hands around Jorgen's neck and in his short hair.
He then broke the kiss and picked Cosmo up again and tossed him onto the couch. He circled around in front of Cosmo again and prepared to fuck him so hard this time that he'd make Cosmo cum many times.
Chapter 7
Crocker gets to have fun now too! Yay!
As usual Timmy wasn't doing so well in school, what with his trips to Fairy World to keep him occupied he had other things on his mind than school. Crocker was used to it but it still annoyed the hell out of him. Crocker hated the devious little shit and knew deep down that he did have FAIRY GODPARENTS! *spasms* Maybe if he talked to his parents he could delve a little deeper into Timmy's life and once and forever prove that he wasn't a crackpot. Maybe he'd just invite Mrs. Turner to talk. He always had liked her somewhat. Maybe with a little *force* he could pry her open.
Crocker made the call to Timmy's house. "Yesss, is Mrs. TurnParent, I mean GodTurner home?" He asked in his whiny voice. "This is she, what can I do for you?" "This is Mr. Crocker, your son Timmy's teacher, and I'd like to have a word with you in private about his schoolwork," he said, his deviant mind conjuring up images of just what he'd like to do to her while they had their little *meeting*. "Ok, when should I meet you," Mrs. Turner asked innocently. "Tomorrow at 5 in his home room," Mr. Crocker said on the other end, smiling evilly. "Ok, buh-bye!" Mrs. Turner chirped. Crocker hung up the phone and rubbed his hands together gleefully. Things were working out perfectly.
As the next day wore on, Crocker became more and more excited. He knew that by 5 the school would be empty and he would be the only one left in the entire building, save for maybe a janitor. As the last of the kids, including Timmy, filed out of the classroom his eyes began to glower in that maniacal look he got when he began thinking about FAIRY GODPARENTS! *spasms*
Mrs. Turner arrived in her usual prim attire and sat down in the seat Crocker offered to her in front of the desk. She didn't even notice the rope that hung over the back of Crocker's chair or the fact that he was pacing back and forth like a caged tiger waiting to pounce. "Hmm, maybe she's not such a bright one after all," Crocker thought to himself, noting that she seemed completely oblivious to the surroundings.
"So Mrs. Turner, I just wanted to *talk* to you about your son Timmy," he said, emphasizing the word talk a little too harshly and leaning just a bit too close to Mrs. Turner's ear. She took some notice this time and turned her head to face him. He just smiled and began to pace around her chair. "I mean about, things, you know, his classwork hasn't been all that great, well, ever, and he seems to be *preoccupied* most of the time, you know," he said, wanting to just come out and say what he knew all along, but that might startle her away. "Oh that's just Timmy, he's young and wild and, well you know how boys can be," she said lightly. "Well if he can find the *time* to be occupied with one thing, I think it needs to be his classwork, don't you think Mrs. Turner?" He said harshly. Mrs. Turner flinched slightly at the inflection in his voice. She was beginning to feel a tad nervous at the way he was acting around her. Seemed odd really, even for him.
Crocker walked back around his desk and nonchalantly pulled the rope off of the back of his chair and kept it behind his back. He walked over to the classroom door and locked it. Mrs. Turner by this time was quite startled and beginning to get frightened. "Why are you locking the door Mr. Crocker?" She asked plaintively. He didn't answer her, he just walked back around behind her and said "Stand up Mrs. Turner. If you can't punish your son properly for misbehaving and doing poorly, then I'm just going to have to punish you." She started to bolt for the door but he caught her by her arm and wrenched her back to the desk.
"Why are you doing this?" She cried out to him, but to no avail. He gruffly tied her hands behind her back and began undoing her pants. He pushed them down around her ankles, along with her prim white panties. He pinned her underneath his long body against the width of the desk as she struggled to break free of his grasp. But he was stronger than she was. She could feel the large erection poking into her nude bottom as he pressed his body firmly against hers. Maybe she was a bad mother. Maybe she did deserve this. She tried to console herself, but it worked only minimally.
Crocker undid the fly of his pants and pulled out his stiff cock and spit into the palm of his hand, rubbing the spit against his throbbing flesh. He ached to be inside of her, he had wanted to fuck her for a long time and now the bitch was going to get it whether she wanted it or not. Mrs. Turner just buried her face against the cold desk as she waited for him to fuck her. Mr. Turner had always liked it rough and kinky but this wasn't her idea of a good time. She felt him position the rather large head of his dick against her pussy and he slowly began slipping it in.
She felt so good around him, so tight and hot, like melted butter oozing over his thick member. He began to thrust into her feverishly as his hands grasped her slumping shoulders. Tears began to fall from her eyes as he quickened the pace to where it was almost painful. His hips slammed into her harshly as he thrust in and out of her. "This'll teach you Mrs. Turner, won't it," he asked viciously. "I said won't it??" He asked again, giving a cruel slam into her pussy and gritting his teeth at the sensations it was causing him. "Yes Mr. Crocker," she said, succumbing to the numbing force of his thrusts.
His hands moved down to her slender waist and he held her there as he felt himself beginning to spiral out of control. He felt what he thought was her muscles tightening around him as he began to lose himself. "Impossible," he thought to himself obliviously. He pushed into her as his breathing became ragged and erratic. Mrs. Turner just held her head low as she began to cry harder. He slid in and out of her with a slick noise as his precum coated her walls. He bit his bottom lip and made a couple more massive movements into Mrs. Turner's pussy before he began to spurt his liquid fire into her cunt. He pushed in a few more times instinctively before loosening his grip on her.
He pulled himself out and tucked himself back into his pants unceremoniously and grinned savagely. He undid Mrs. Turner's bindings and ordered her to put her pants back on. "If you say one word about this to anyone," he said, "your son will be next. And I trust we shall start meeting like this on a regular basis Mrs. Turner. I expect to see you hear next Thursday at 5." Mrs. Turner blindly wiped the tears from her eyes and shook her head silently and gathered her purse up. She waited for Crocker to unlock the door and she hurriedly walked out of the empty building. "Or my son," she thought miserably to herself. I wonder what Mr. Turner would think about all of this. Or does he have something, or someone else, on his mind also?
Back at the house, Mr. Turner was mowing the lawn when his neighbor stepped outside and gave him a look that all but spoke of how he hated him. "Dinkleburg....." Mr. Turner cursed.
Chapter 8
Crocker was quite pleased with the way things had turned out with Mrs. Turner. If she was smart she would keep her mouth shut about everything. He very much looked forward to next Thursday.
Meanwhile Mr. Turner glared at Mr. Dinkleburg, who was flashing his brand new sports car at him, gloating at the fact that his stuff always had been and always would be better then Turner's. "Dinkleburg," Mr. Turner said under his breath, growing angrier by the minute. He'd show him, the pompous bastard. "So I have a fucking station wagon, who cares," he said to himself, mocking Mr. Dinkleburg with grandiose facial expressions. Suddenly an idea occurred to him. "Hey Dinkleburg," he called out in a falsely friendly voice. Mr. Dinkleburg began heading his direction, looking somewhat confused. Turner had never been friendly to him before. "Come here Dinkleburg, I got something I wanna show you," Mr. Turner said happily as he strode towards the house. Mr. Dinkleburg followed slowly, not sure of whether he should run or something. Mr. Turner opened the door and motioned for him to come inside. Mr. Dinkleburg stepped inside and Mr. Turner locked the door behind him.
"Ok Dinkleburg, you've always tried to be better then me by buying nicer and bigger things, but lets see just how much of a man you really are," he said, grinning evilly. "What the hell are you talking about Turner?" "Drop your pants or I drop them for you Dinkleburg," Mr. Turner exclaimed harshly, maintaining his grin. Mr. Dinkleburg went for the door but Mr. Turner grabbed his arm and swung him widely into the wall. Mr. Dinkleburg reluctantly began undoing his pants as Mr. Turner began to undo his also. They both dropped them at the same time and while Dinkleburg was impressive, Mr. Turner had him outweighed in every aspect. He was fucking huge! "Dear God," Mr. Dinkleburg stammered as he gaped at Mr. Turner's dick, which reminded him of no less then one of those huge pieces of salami that you get for the holidays. No wonder Mrs. Turner had stayed with him for so long! And he was rock hard too.
Mr Dinkleburg took a moment to process the fact that Turner was actually hard and here he was standing half-naked in his living room with the door locked. Not good. But before he could think, Mr. Turner was turning him around and bending him over the edge of the sofa and crushing him with the weight of his body. Mr. Turner laughed as Mr. Dinkleburg tried to squirm away so he pressed into him even harder, making it really hard for him to breathe. He lubed up his cock with spit and placed it at Mr. Dinkleburg's asshole. "So who's the better one now Dinkleburg?" With that he thrust inside of him, not even giving him time to adjust as Dinkleburg screamed bloody murder at the feel of being stretched like that so fast.
Mr. Turner began to pound into him, not caring how the other felt, just wanting to get off inside of him. But he kept hitting that spot in Dinkleburg, making him hard involuntarily. He fucked him so hard that the sofa actually moved with each thrust until it couldn't move any further. His hips hit Mr. Dinkleburg with such force that they began to bruise immediately. He wasn't far off at all and he could feel his balls tightening and he began to cum inside Mr. Dinkleburg. Mr. Dinkleburg came faster though with the constant pressure against his prostate. He spurted thick, white cum all over Mr. Turner's couch. Mr. Turner shot his cum inside Mr. Dinkleburg's ass, filling him up with his load. Mr. Dinkleburg was humiliated, not just because he had been fucked by Turner, but that he actually got off on it. Mr. Turner pulled his pants back up as Mr. Dinkleburg did the same. Mr. Dinkleburg glared at Mr. Turner, who only smiled cruelly at him. Dinkleburg would never again taunt Mr. Turner.
Now Dinkleburg left back for his house, his head hung in humiliation and shame as Mr. Turner cleaned up the mess they had made. Mrs. Turner soon pulled up in the driveway, looking much the same as Mr. Dinkleburg had. He hastily flushed the paper towels he had used to clean up and greeted his wife at the door. She put on a false air and went about her business of fixing dinner. Timmy soon arrived home from Chester's and went up to his room. "Boy my parents are acting really weird tonight," Timmy said to Cosmo and Wanda, who appeared from the fish bowl. "Yeah, we heard some pretty weird stuff going on downstairs," Cosmo said, looking befuddled. "I hope everything's ok," Timmy said, feeling that somehow it wasn't right, but that it was wrong. Really really wrong. He plopped down on his bed and looked at Cosmo, who looked at him, totally oblivious to anything that was going on around them. He always looked so cute when he was like that.
"Well Sport, why don't we take our minds off of everything and go spend a little while in Fairy World," Wanda said, hoping to lift everyone's spirits a bit. Cosmo cringed at the thought, knowing who would be waiting there for him. But he could never say anything. "Ok, sounds good," Timmy said, hoping the brief trip would take his mind off of the sinking feeling in his stomach. And with that they headed off to Fairy World. Cosmo looked around himself carefully as they began their little trip, knowing that Jorgen could be anywhere near them. And he was.
Chapter 9
Cosmo was in Timmy's room and Timmy was fast asleep from the boredom of trying to do homework. Wanda was out in Fairy World with her friends, taking a night off from her responsibilities but with a cell phone handy in case Cosmo did something dumb. Cosmo just sat on Timmy's dresser, absolutely bored out of his mind when he felt a hand wrap around his mouth and he was suddenly somewhere else, somewhere rather dark. It didn't feel like home and it didn't feel like Fairy World either. Suddenly he heard a voice speak behind him. "You're not afraid now Cosmo darling are you," came the British voice. Out of the shadows behind him appeared his Anti counterpart, Anti Cosmo. Cosmo suddenly realized that he was in Anti Fairy World. That's why it felt so strange.
"What do you want Anti Cosmo," Cosmo asked him, not entirely sure himself if he should poof away or stay. He decided to stay, he didn't know much about his Anti counterpart. "Lots of things Cosmo dear, that's why I brought you here," Anti Cosmo said as if explaining it to a child....well in truth, talking to Cosmo was sometimes like talking to a child, but that's beside the fact.... Cosmo just looked at him curiously. Anti Cosmo approached Cosmo slowly, as if taking him in. "You know I've been watching you for quite some time now Cosmo and I do say, you interest me greatly," Anti Cosmo said to him. What did he mean by interest him Cosmo thought to himself. Cosmo came to realize that they were actually in a house as his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room. It was after all nighttime. He wondered why there weren't any lights on. "Why is it so dark in here," Cosmo asked, suddenly afraid of what the answer might be. "I just prefer it dark," came Anti Cosmo's reply.
"Why don't you follow me Cosmo," Anti Cosmo said to him as he proceeded into the next room. Cosmo cautiously followed him into the other room. Anti Cosmo shut the door behind Cosmo but didn't lock it. This appeared to be a living room of sorts, with a television and a piano in one corner and bookshelves and a couch in other corners of the room. It had a window but it was as dark outside as it was inside. Cosmo approached the window and looked out to try and see anything at all. He could make out some shrubbery and a vehicle of some sort, looked like an SUV.
Suddenly Cosmo felt a hot pair of lips on the back of his neck, making his hair stand on end and his body get goosebumps. Anti Cosmo kissed his neck, making Cosmo shiver and almost inaudibly sigh. Anti Cosmo nipped at Cosmo's neck, making Cosmo moan softly. He then felt a hot tongue lave the spot where he had bit him. Cosmo arched his neck back into Anti Cosmo. Anti Cosmo reached his hands around Cosmo and began to undo his belt and unzip his pants. He pushed them down off of Cosmo and then pushed his boxers down. Cosmo's already hard cock sprang forth as Anti Cosmo gripped it in his hand. Cosmo moaned louder as Anti Cosmo began to pump his dick with his hand, slowly working his way from base to head and then back down again. With his other hand he deftly undid his own bindings and his cock jutted forth and pressed into Cosmo's ass.
Anti Cosmo spun Cosmo around and pressed his own mouth to Cosmo's hungrily. Cosmo parted his lips willingly and Anti Cosmo thrust his hot, wet tongue inside Cosmo's mouth. Cosmo ground his hips and throbbing manhood against Anti Cosmo, who in turn nipped slightly harshly at Cosmo's tongue, making Cosmo moan again. Cosmo intertwined his hands in Anti Cosmo's hair as they frantically kissed one another. Anti Cosmo pulled away first and led Cosmo over to the piano. He bent Cosmo over onto the top of the piano. The cool of the hard wood felt good against Cosmo's hot skin.
Anti Cosmo kneeled down and spread apart Cosmo's ass cheeks with his hands and looked at his pink puckered hole. He flicked his tongue across it and Cosmo gasped at the sensations it created. Anti Cosmo then trailed his tongue around it and flatly licked his tongue across it. He then pushed his tongue inside Cosmo's tight little asshole and swirled his tongue around inside Cosmo. Cosmo lowered his head onto the piano and bit his bottom lip as Anti Cosmo fucked him with his tongue. Cosmo thrust his ass out towards Anti Cosmo's face as he slipped his tongue in and out of Cosmo. Anti Cosmo then withdrew his tongue and stood up. He spit into the palm of his hand and generously lubed up his dick. He placed it at Cosmo's asshole and began to push it inside.
Cosmo moaned roughly as Anti Cosmo slid the rest of the way inside of him. He gave him no time to adjust as he began to slam into him at full force. It felt so good to be fucked by himself, or sort of himself. Anti Cosmo filled him up to the hilt as he withdrew almost totally and then slammed back into him completely over and over, hitting his prostate almost every time. Cosmo cried out against the cold wood of the piano as he was being fucked hard. Anti Cosmo gripped his slender hips as he pushed himself inside of Cosmo. He dug his fingers into Cosmo's flesh, leaving red marks on Cosmo's hips.
Anti Cosmo's hips slapped against Cosmo's bare ass, the noises it made echoing throughout the room. Anti Cosmo leaned over Cosmo's back and began to bite at his shoulders as he rode him hard and fast. Cosmo moaned loudly at the mixed sensations of pain and pleasure that were being created within him. Anti Cosmo then gripped his hips even harder as he forcefully and cruelly slammed into him again and again. Cosmo could feel his climax building very quickly and he came violently against the piano, is muscles tightening around Anti Cosmo's hard cock as he fucked him. Anti Cosmo pushed into Cosmo so hard that it pushed him against the piano, making Cosmo wince slightly. Anti Cosmo spilled his seed inside of Cosmo, coating the walls of his bowels in his hot, thick cum.
Cosmo let his head hit the piano with a thump as he leaned against it. Anti Cosmo withdrew himself and went over to gather their pants and boxers. As they put them on Anti Cosmo looked over at Cosmo. "That my dear is what I've been wanting to do to you for a long time and don't think I'm finished with you yet," Anti Cosmo said to Cosmo. With that Cosmo poofed back to Timmy's room, glad that Wanda wasn't home yet or that Timmy wasn't awake. It wasn't that late yet, only about 10ish, and Cosmo knew that Jorgen was not finished with him either.