Into the Woods Chapter 14: The Wooden Boy, Part 2 Evan Andrews 2023
This is a fan fiction. A very late fan fiction. I apologize for how long this chapter took to write.
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Geppetto was getting his brains fucked out-- again.
`If there's a male equivalent of a nymphomaniac, then that old man is for sure one,' Miguel thought.
Where the other resident cum donors rolled their eyes, though, Miguel was keeping his own the shit going down on the other side of the workshop.
"I wouldn't mind the whole cum milking thing so much if I didn't know that it meant having to put up with a couple of hours of that!" Tulio complained, but he was preaching (mostly) to the choir.
I wouldn't mind,' Miguel thought, If he just shared.'
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After Tulio's and Miguel's cum had turned Pinocchio into flesh and blood, Geppetto had the golem pound his ass until, some hours later, the creature reverted to his wood golem form.
"Three hours, 20 minutes," Tulio whispered to his companion in the next cage.
"What?" Miguel said, his attention not, like Tulio's, glued to the cuckoo clock.
"200 minutes," Tulio clarified as Geppetto ordered the golem to get out of bed and follow him out of the workshop. "It's how long the golem stays flesh, from two doses. Remember that. It's important."
"200," Miguel repeated, watching Pinocchio's wooden ass saunter out the door, "Important, right," but he remembered the number.
Later, several boring hours later, Geppetto led his boy toy (literally) back into the lab.
"Fuck," Tulio complained as the white-beard approached the cages. "Not again."
"Oh, certainly again," Geppetto laughed, and he whispered in an aside to the dark stud, "Do you realize how long it's been since I had a lover like this?!"
"Don't know," Tulio growled, "Don't care. Why don't you use your own cum?"
"Silly boy, because it takes two loads minimum to set off the transformation. I don't know how many times a day you can cum (though I mean to find out) but at my age it's a little more difficult."
"Alright then," Tulio said grimly, "Hook us up on your fuck machine."
"You've got it wrong, brains," Geppetto said. "It's not your turn. Pinocchio, get the little redhead out of the birdcage."
Now Tulio was intrigued. How did this old perv plan to get enough cum out of the homunculus...? But Pinocchio had the little man held by his upper arms and was holding him spreadeagled.
Geppetto picked up a stick from off an instrument table and stared at the little man.
"Time to grow up, my boy," he said.
"No!" Pip said, but Geppetto had waved the stick, which was now surrounded by a baby blue incandescence. The glow spread from the wand (yeah, even Tulio, a materialist, had to admit this was magic in action) to the miniature man. It played all over Pip's physique making his muscles twitch and his head rock back and forth."
"Ghrrrargh!" the redhead moaned in pain, but slowly his body began to grow. From inches to feet to the size of an adult male, Pip became a man, with a big dick, his ass a perfect fit for Geppetto's milking machine.
"Get Pip mounted up, Pinocchio," the old man said, and while the golem forced Pip's butt down the length of the sybian's clockwork dildo, the old man reached into the cage for the miniature blond.
Pip screamed at the top of his lungs as his guts, or 7 inches of them at least, were rearranged and the dildo ran over his love-nut.
"No!" Zak cried as he watched his fairy buddy impaled on the infernal sex-engine. Pinocchio cuffed the redhead's hands behind his back and then strapped one ankle to the other. The rest of the milking attire he was clearly saving for later.
That done Pinocchio came back to his master who handed him the magically shrunken blond stud. The wood golem held Zak spread as well. Once again Geppetto brandished the wand, and once again the wand glowed blue. The shimmer transferred itself to Zak's body, causing his muscles to twitch and his body to contort, and, as Pip had, Zak gradually grew to normal size.
"Ghruuurgh!" Zak gurgled. He hated changing sizes.
Stunned by the transformation, the blond felt his own virgin ass forced down onto the device's dildo arm. The rubber massaged his insides, and the boy's cock slowly grew.
"Nooooo!" Zak screamed, but Geppetto had other ideas.
"Very nice," the old man crowed as he ran a hand up the length of Zak's man-meat. "Who'd have thought I'd end up with two humpy blonds to play with?"
Pinocchio fastened the two ends of the double testicular cinch around the base of Zak's and Pip's ball-sacks, pulling them close together. Grinning, Geppetto placed capture cups on their cockheads, and finally set the immobilizing collars, around their neck, holding the boys' heads, so they had no choice but to watch each other driven to orgasm.
"Time for a ride, boys," Geppetto chortled.
The old man threw a switch, and the clockwork abomination came to life, toying with the boys' insides as their bodies began the voyage to the inevitable. As he had with Miguel, the old man sat behind Zak and took pleasure in teasing the young man's body as the sybian drove his boycunt (and percolating balls) crazy. Miguel, in sympathy felt his own cock rise, and he wished he had a hand free so that he and Zak could reach paradise at the same time.
Thanks to the collars that kept the pair staring each other down, the new cum donors blew their wads at about the same time. (Nobody noticed that cum was flowing down Miguel's shaft as well.) Geppetto took the collection cups off their shafts and, while Pinocchio placed the former homunculi into a couple of the regular size cages that stood alongside Tulio and Miguel, he got ready for a few more hours of pleasure.
"Pinocchio, my boy," Geppetto said, pointing to the floor, and as the golem knelt before him to be rubbed down the old man dribbled the contents of the collection cups onto Pinocchio's heart-of-oak body.
The old man massaged the manjuice over the golem's forehead, eyes, and lips-- both nipples and the middle of the chest over the heart, and ass before the old man reserved the final doses for Pinocchio's pendulous balls and big dick. Watching dumbfounded in their cages, the captives marveled as the wood assumed all the qualities of flesh. Catching his now flesh and blood hunk by the chin, Geppetto raised his boytoy to his feet and led him once more towards the bed.
"Time for you to fuck me again," Geppetto said smugly.
"Yes, fuck," Pinocchio said, and he followed the old man towards his bed.
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Which brings us up to the present, with Geppetto getting his brains fucked out-- again.
In the intervening week, the two pairs of captives had traded off sybian sessions, and Geppetto's ass got fucked more than it had in the old man's entire life up to this point. But that week had given Tulio time to analyze what was being done to them in greater detail.
Two loads gave Pinocchio 200 minutes of real boy life, and Geppetto never availed himself of the flesh and blood Pinocchio more than three times a day. The adventurer wondered what would happen if all four cum donors could anoint the golem at once. Would they get 400 minutes, or would the increase be exponential--800? 1600? With enough cum, could the golem be made flesh and blood permanently?
What Tulio could not know, and had no reason to suspect, was that Pinocchio was a 2.0 golem. Geppetto's first wooden boy, also called Pinocchio, had "earned" the reward of being made flesh and blood permanently by that interfering Blue Fairy, drat her wings. Once the first Pinocchio became a real boy, he did what real boys do and grew up. There were a few good years, but as Pinocchio got to the right age to fuck his father, the boy also got a case of cold feet, or balls, or whatever. It was wrong to fuck his father, the maturing Pinocchio said, but clearly it was fine and dandy to lay his track up the Blue Fairy's tunnel. He had, and they eloped, leaving the old man crushed.
Abandoning his workshop Geppetto had wandered out into the woods one stormy night. The old man had had no idea beyond leaving his old life behind, and to his surprise he had. He'd found himself in the Woods, found a house that was perfect for him to continue his experiments in. He was able to recreate his Pinocchio, but no more of this boy stuff. Pinocchio 2.0, assuming he could find a way to turn him flesh and blood, would be a man! With everything Geppetto wanted from a man. (The old man had tried giving up his ass to the untransformed wood golem, but .. splinters!) A mature golem would be able to fuck, and, lacking any inhibitions to the contrary, would be happy to fuck his daddy whenever daddy wanted it. The only thing he was missing was a source for sperm. Once he had that he could get himself fucked silly, well, not as often as he'd like, but often enough. He'd need to be careful, and not get greedy. No more than three times a day, and maybe only twice ought to be safe. The last thing he wanted was for this boytoy to leave him as well.
Little did the toymaker realize that Tulio had figured part of this out and was just waiting for the right moment to break loose and ruin the old man's rape for sex factory.
Today, Tulio and Miguel were strapped onto the sybian milker device, while Pip and Zak sat disconsolately strapped into chairs in their own cages. All of them, were ball gagged, but today was the day that Geppetto got careless. The old man had been too eager to avail himself of his magical boytoy's meat and potatoes to bother with putting the cum donors safely away. So, instead of four donors behind bars, the two most dangerous were a step closer to freedom.
That's a rare bit of luck,' thought Tulio with as much of a smile as he could manage, With just a smidge more we'll be able to turn the tables on the old man!'
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Luck, as it turned out, was even then wandering towards Geppetto's fuck palace, and they weren't too happy about it.
"I tell you, captain, this place is wrong!" Ratt said.
The yardape had started off leaping from tree to tree, but a couple of poorly judged leaps had dropped him into the undergrowth, and he had scrambled out a moment later, out of breath and stripped down to his baby blue loincloth.
"Yes, Ratt, I heard you the first time," Sindbad sighed.
"And the second, third, fourth, and fifth," his right hand man, Kane, said. "After that we stopped keeping count."
The three of them were wandering along a path through woods. The path had started off wide and light, but the woods soon pressed in, and limbs caressed them. Caressed them sensually since a patch of thorns had torn away their own togs, since then all the men had had nothing more than their loincloths (Sindbad's red and Kane's yellow) to protect their bodies from the woods' vegetative groping.
"I just hope we get out of these woods soon," Ratt continued. "Trees! I ask you, and so many of them. This place is just wrong!"
Sindbad rolled his eyes.
The path went on this way for the rest of the day, but as evening approached, they stumbled out into clearing with a little house.
"Well, captain," Kane asked, his voice rumbling in his chest.
"It's too good to be true, so we don't take it at face value," Sindbad said. "Ratt, can you get up on the roof and do some listening? Kane and I will case the joint from ground level."
Ratt scampered up onto roof, without making a sound. Meanwhile Sindbad and Kane separated. When they came together again, they all looked grim.
"What'd you find, Ratt?"
"I heard strange noises from inside, captain, and the chimney stank of alchemy."
"Kane."
"Two men screaming," the big black said, "And not in pain, at least not precisely. It sounded like your upstairs neighbor in rooms in Basra."
"The top of his lungs lover?" Sindbad said.
Kane nodded, "Cumming for all he was worth."
"Wonderful, so that's two more men fucking."
"More men?" Ratt said.
"More. Because on my side of the house I heard a man screaming for someone else to fuck him. (Geppetto had never been a quiet bottom.) And then there was this titanic grunting, and a bed creaking fit to break.)
"We need to check this out," Sindbad said.
"How did I know we were about to do something noble?" Kane said.
"Who? Me?" Sindbad said, all innocence.
"History," Ratt said. "Nobility of spirit is the captain's one moral failing."
The two turned their faces towards Sindbad who simply shrugged and grinned.
"I can't help it. It's how the gods made me. Ratt can you get this door open—quietly."
He could and did, and the threesome sidled into a perfectly ordinary room. Fireplace, table—unslept-in bed. And another door that was doing nothing to muffle the screams from inside. This door, too, had a lock, and Ratt had it open in a twinkling. They cracked it open, and took a peek inside.
`What the bloody Hell?!' Sindbad thought.
On one side of the room, two men sat strapped to chairs inside cages, two more were strapped perched on some sort of sybian fucking machine—which someone had left turned on judging from the puddles of cum on the floor underneath them. Then on the other side, there was a big muscle lug energetically pounding the fuck out of some old dude's butt.
"Yes!" Geppetto scream-whined, "Fuck me, you gorgeous cock monster!"
Sindbad eased the door shut and consulted with is crew in a whisper.
"So?"
"We've got to stop the guy raping the old man," Kane said. Despite his professed take on Sindbad's tendency to nobility, the mate had his own code and was ready to act on it.
"You pull the big guy off the old man," Sindbad said. "Ratt, you set the captives loose, and especially get those two of the fucking machine."
Ratt nodded, and Kane said, "And you'll...?"
"You heard. The old man's gone full Stockholm syndrome. I'll see that he keeps out of things."
"Well," Kane said, "If either of you gets done early, feel free to help me with the big boy."
"As soon as we can," Sindbad said.
"And maybe the ones in the cages and on the machine will join us," Ratt suggested.
Ratt cracked the door again, and Sindbad said, "On three, men. One... Two... THREE!"
Kane shoved past the others, rushing to the bed where he wrested the (admittedly humpy) sex-fiend off his "victim." He drug the , taking him to the ground. They wrestled there, Kane trying to overpower and submit the big fucker while Pinocchio have no discretion only the order `fuck me,' started trying to get his big dick into either Kane's mouth or ass. Failing that, Pinocchio contented himself with rubbing off on the mate's chocolate brown muscles.
"Damn it!" Kane grunted. He wasn't usually on the bottom, and this was starting to get him hot and bothered. The middle of a fight was not the right time to take care of your hard cock.
Meanwhile, Sindbad rushed up and held a hand out to the old man who must be suffering terribly from the brutal sexual assault.
"Let me help you up, old man," Sindbad said. "My friend'll take care of that monster for you."
Ratt was busy releasing the cum donors from their bondage. He started with the dark-haired one perched on the sybian, but the second he got the guy's hands free Tullio reached up and tore the gag out of his mouth.
"No, don't!" Tulio cried as he rubbed at his aching ass. "He's the one who kidnapped us!"
"What?!"
Geppetto grasped Sindbad's hand and pulled him into the bed. Hooking the sailor's neck in the crook of his elbow, he hissed in Sindbad's ear, "He's lying!"
"He was using our cum to turn his wooden golem to flesh and blood!"
Ratt stared in disbelief, and Kane was distracted enough to find himself on his back in full guard with a muscle monster on top dry humping his ass.
"Wood?" Sindbad gasped.
"More lies!" Geppetto grunted.
"Yeah, but you're the one that's got me in a choke hold," Sindbad said, "Not the most usual `thank you for rescuing me' I've ever gotten."
"Quit gaping and unshackle my ankles," Tulio ordered Ratt, "And then let the others out."
Ankles freed, Tulio stumbled towards the other side of the room.
"Stay back," Geppetto screeched, "Or I'll break his neck!"
"Break my..." and with that the sailor had had enough. He let go of Geppetto's arm and landed an elbow where it would do the most good. Then, when Geppetto gasped, he landed a backhand punch into the old man's junk.
Tulio leapt over the dry humping on the floor and helped Sindbad wrestle Geppetto's hands behind his back.
Breathing hard, Sindbad said, "What now?"
"Here," Ratt said, holding out a pair of handcuffs. "This might help."
Sindbad snapped the cuffs on the struggling Geppetto's wrists.
"If you're not too busy cruising one another," Kane grunted, "I could use a little help with this one, if you don't mind."
Ratt, Zak, Pip, and Miguel fell on the golem and bit by bit pulled him off the black stud-- and they had to pile back on to keep him flat on his stomach.
"You have any suggestions?" Sindbad said to Tulio.
"Yeah, follow me lead!" and that said Tulio rolled off the bed and took aim at the pucker of Pinocchio's full ass.
This was not quite what anyone had expected. Pinocchio was handsome as sin, or as innocence, and his ass was begging to be fucked, but...
Geppetto screamed, "No!" and tried to spring out of the bed—they were finding he was pretty spry for an old dude. However, the old man met Zak's balled-up fist and fell back into the sheets unconscious. The rest just stared, mesmerized, as Tulio pounded weeks of frustration into Pinocchio's guts.
Tulio was getting close to the edge (in spite of his ride on the sybian) when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning his head, he met Miguel's eyes, eyes wide with surprise.
"Uh, Tulio, would you like to share with the rest of us what the hell you're doing."
Before he could answer though, Pinocchio cried out, "Oh yeah, Tulio! Fuck! That feels so good! Fuck my ass, man!"
The idea man grinned and said, "I'm wrecking the old man's set-up, at least for now. Two loads gives pussy boy here two hours of real life, so what would three do?"
"Or four?" Sindbad suggested.
"Five," Kane said emphatically.
"I was thinking as much as we can fill him up with," Tulio said. "After all, none of us has any pressing appointments."
"The Queen of Sheba can wait," Sindbad said as he worked his dick out of his loincloth.
"First dose ready!" Tulio cried, "Yeah! Cumming again!"
Tulio's dick painted Pinocchio's guts with sperm, and the golem cried out like he was being burned—but burned in the best way possible.
"Yes! Fuck me!" Pinocchio howled. "I want cock! I need cum!"
"Well, you heard the man," Kane said as he took Tulio's place and returned Pinocchio's dry humping, just on the inside and wet due to Tulio's load.
"That's one hole," Tulio said as he fell back on the bed. "Isn't anyone going to try the other?"
Zak, cock in hand, stepped up and filled the golem's mouth.
"Thrngyoo!" Pinocchio gagged out around the blond's piece.
As the hours-long gang bang began, Sindbad looked at the dark former captive.
"So, what's your story?" Sindbad asked.
Somewhere in the wee hours, Geppetto came to his senses and saw the debauchery that had been going on while he was unconscious. How much cum had these ruffians pumped into his masterwork, and had they reached the threshold past which there was no return to wooden boytoy?
"You've ruined everything," he sobbed. "Not only are your ruining my boy, but you're turning him into a power bottom!"
A power bottom, he didn't say, that didn't need Geppetto anymore, now that he had a half dozen men ready and seemingly willing to keep his tank topped off.
"Oh, it's gonna get a lot worse, old man," Pip said.
Taking up the Blue Fairy's wand, he approached Pinocchio, who had just been rolled onto his back.
"You enjoy this, boy?" Pip asked.
"Oh fuck, yeah!" Pinocchio gasped around the cum still in his mouth and that coating his face.
"Please," Geppetto begged.
Pip grinned cruelly and shook the wand at the stud on his back on the floor.
"Be flesh and blood, Pinocchio," he said. "Be so and remain so!"
The wand spat blue light at Pinocchio, and the (soon to be former) wood golem let out a scream just before his cock spat out one of the largest loads any of them had ever seen.
"Fucking! Yeah! Good!" Pinocchio howled as his cock shot and shot and shot white gold.
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"That is about the most impressive money shot I've seen, and trust me, I've seen a heap of cum shots in the last few days,"
Every eye in the place turned to the doorway.
The speaker, a mature man with long dark hair greying at the temples, dark skinned and bearded, thickly muscular, and jaybird naked, stood there, stroking his erect cock.
"Sorry I missed the middle of the drama," the man said, "But I was delayed. I'm glad to see, however, that you got this little misunderstanding resolved."
"Who...?" Miguel started, his jaw hanging open and his cock starting to plump up again.
"I am Qasim, and from here on out I'll be your guide."
"Guide...?" Sindbad said.
"Not that you need one, of course," Qasim said. "You're seen that the Woods is perfectly capable of making you go where it wants you to be, of keeping you warm and fed—you'll be naked, or next to naked, of course, but you get used to that in time. Ah, and there'll be so many men to fuck-- it'll astound you."
"Men? Fuck?" Tulio said.
"Yes," Qasim said, and he gently closed Miguel's mouth. "The Woods likes what it likes—which seems to include bringing men together."
"So they can fuck?" Zak said. He was failing to see a downside to this—aside from the being trapped in a magical forest that is.
"That certainly," Qasim said. "Anything else-- that'll be between you and the forest sprites."
Qasim held out a finger, and a mote of brightness detached itself from one of the lamps and floated over. It landed on Qasim's finger, and the stud brought it up to his ear.
"Of course, Tink," Qasim said, "This is a fairy or sprite, an agent of the Woods. Follow their lead. For example, this one is here to tell me that we have a meeting to get to."
"Meeting?" Pip was intrigued.
"You didn't think you' were the only men in the woods, do you?" Qasim said. "I told you there were more. Follow me and we'll meet up with them and see how much fun we can get into."
The naked stud left the room, and the gangbangers got to their feet to follow him.
"What about me?" Geppetto said from the bed.
All eyes went to Tulio who sighed. Unlocking Geppetto's handcuffs, he said, "Just remember, your boy's not yours anymore."
With a flourish, Pip broke the wand and cast the pieces into the fire.
"And he's not going to change back. But if getting fucked is what you want—then ASK ALREADY! Now, get to your feet and come along with us."
Tulio held out a hand and pulled Geppetto up off the bed.
Looking him over with critical eye, Tulio said, "After all, old man, you're not at all bad looking. And something tells me you've got a lot of not fucking to make up for."
Laughing, they headed off for the rendezvous.