THE FLESHLIGHT
Jason was an 18-year-old schoolboy that lived alone with
his 46-year-old father. He approached his father’s room diligently. He looked
around to make sure dad wasn’t around. He had been caught in the past before,
and didn’t want to run the risk of it happening again. Jason’s Playstation 5
had broken suddenly the week before. With a single stroke of poor mechanical
luck, something that was totally out of his control, it was gone. Without a job
or much to speak of in terms of savings, he needed money. And the way to get
that was to prowl around his father’s room, looking for loose dollar bills.
Jason’s father was unimpressed the last time he caught his son up to his
pitiful little act. For punishment, he’d banned him from all electronic media.
No phone, no computer, not even ebooks on the Kindle. Jason was committed to
being extra careful this time. His old man had had a few beers and dozed off in
front of the TV downstairs.
Showtime.
Jason had acquired some pills from a local drug dealer,
but they weren’t the kind that you popped and then danced and chattered all
night with infinite energy. These were shrinking pills. The drugs were not
approved for use in any country. They had been smuggled out of a Chinese
chemical weapons lab and had just reached American shores. They’d keep you
shrunk for up to 24 hours. Convenient for Jason too. They were relatively
unknown and demand was low, making them just affordable enough. And he knew the
right guy. All he hoped was the gamble in buying these pills paid off and he
made more from searching around the bottom of his father’s bed as a tiny man.
“50 dollars. That’s what I need to justify these
pills. And it’s all going into my savings account. I must have a new
Playstation 5.”
He took one final look behind him, opening his ears far
more than his eyes. Not a sound and no sight of his father. Jason opened the
door gently, creeped in like a burglar, and closed the door again behind him.
“God I hope dad didn’t hear that” he thought to himself.
Adrenaline was flowing through his veins like a flood.
His anxiety was through the roof. Jason definitely wasn’t born to be a thief,
but desperate times called for desperate measures. Then he took out the pill from
his pocket. It was but a quarter of the size of a penny and a pinkish white. If
he wasn’t so fixated on getting a new PS5, he might have applied some
scepticism to taking an illegal pill from a Chinese lab. But who needed health
and safety anyway?
Jason threw the pill in his mouth. It landed on the back
of his tongue and he gulped it down dry, taking it like some medicine he wanted
to be done with ASAP. He coughed a little bit as it went down. He really hoped
that minor sound didn’t draw his father’s attention. When dad had been drinking,
he wasn’t receptive to much outside of whatever room he was in, but punishments
for misbehavior tended to be a lot more harsh too.
The pill worked like a charm. Jason had shrunken down to
a quarter-inch tall and climbed out of his enormous clothes.
“Damn,” he thought “I should have moved closer to the bed. Now I
gotta walk a few football fields of distance!”
As so he did. With that annoyance out of the way he
started to make use of his time under his father’s bed.
For a businessman that ran his own car repair shop, the
bottom of his father’s bed was an absolute mess. What made it worse was that he
couldn’t see anything. Night had fallen only an hour earlier and the lights
were out to ensure his father wouldn’t walk by outside and get suspicious. Jason
could smell something gross as well. He felt a lot of fabric in his travels.
Fabric that was moist and stinky. No doubt these were dirty clothes and that
most of them were socks. Although the smell invaded his senses, he pressed on.
He then thumped into something. It was soft and heavy. There was also a small
opening, just large enough for him to squeeze into. What was it? Jason thought
to himself that it might be an old backpack made out of a foamy material, or an
old pair of pants. Gambling that he was right, he ventured into it and hoped
there might be a few bucks laying about.
The smell in there was putrid. He couldn’t describe it
exactly, but there was something faintly familiar about it. Only it was far
more intense than anything he had previously experienced. This was a side
effect of the pill. It heightened his senses. If only it could allow him to see
in the dark! The smell was a little chlorine-like with hints of mud and dried
sweat. Maybe this was the bag his dad used for his swimming gear? Yes, that
explains it! And he has to pay a fee every time he goes to the Olympic pool!
There has to be some cash down here! With these thoughts in mind, Jason
ventured deeper into the tight object, not knowing where he was truly going.
He came to a dead end. It was just as soft and tight as
the rest of the bag. Only at the end he came across a material. The source of
the awful smell. He desperately covered his mouth and nose to avoid it. The
substance was sticky, but also kind of crusty. Although he couldn’t see, he
touched it. Feeling the flaky material in his hands, breaking it apart in his
fist he tried to work out what it was. Lint?
Suddenly, Jason felt movement. Very rapid movement. The
object was being lifted into the air! And then it dropped again. Light began to
emanate from the entry. He saw that the walls of the ‘bag’ were pink and that
the substance he’d just put his hands in was his father’s greenish-white, dried-up
semen.
“Oh dear god,” Jason thought to himself. “I’m
in dad’s fleshlight!”
He peered through the fleshlight’s entry out into his
father’s room. He could see his father stumbling about. Tipsy and removing his
clothes. Jason started to crawl from the bottom of the fleshlight towards the
entry in a desperate plight to escape. His father had removed his underwear,
revealing his veiny, mushroom-headed cock. He started to jerk it, moaning in
excitement of what was awaiting him. As his father stroked and look through
porn sites on his phone, Jason scrambled for the exit. He knew what was coming,
and if he wasn’t so distracted by the horror he could just make out through the
hole, he would have been able to crawl through much faster. His father had
lubed up his cock, which now stood fully erect at 6.5 inches. The thought of “Dad’s
much bigger than me” crossed Jason’s mind briefly, before he returned to
his panicked rush for survival.
Jason had made it halfway through. Being a relatively
unfit guy, he was already puffed out, feeling as though he had just completed a
500-foot sprint. Then he felt the fleshlight move again. He saw a bottle placed
above the entry and squirt a thick jelly in.
Lubricant.
Totally helpless and his prior efforts in vain, Jason
slid back down to the end of the fleshlight.
*THUMP*
He had slipped and landed face-first in the dried-up semen accumulated at
the bottom of his father’s pleasure toy. Then he looked up again, horrified at
what he saw. Although he knew from the moment the fleshlight was picked up it
was inevitable. He saw the thick mushroom head of his father’s lubricated cock
struggle to enter the fleshlight. It was that tight. It stretched his urinary
meatus open, before releasing pressure on his tip and allowing him to slide in.
The darkness returned and Jason was once again blinded,
and more terrified than he had ever been.
“DAD! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS! I’M DOWN HERE! I PROMISE
NOT TO STEAL AGA—”
*SQUEALCH*
Jason’s pleading screams were silenced by the sudden
thrust of his father’s penis deep into the fleshlight. His miniscule body was
sandwiched between the end of the device and his father’s thick and horny cock.
The pressure was unbelievable, like getting hit by a car if it was made of wet
flesh.
*SQUEALCH*
*SPLOOOD*
*FLOOPPFF*
“Oh, fuck yes!” his aroused dad moaned, caring not
if his son heard him from another room. Not knowing where he truly was.
His father was looking at a porn video on his phone while pleasuring
himself with the fleshlight. Back and forth. Back and forth. He felt absolutely
fantastic and completely unrestrained after having a few beers. Each thrust
produced a sloppy wet sound. Not unlike if you tried to juice a peeled orange
by hand. Little did the aroused middle-aged man know what he was inflicting on
his poor, but mischievous son.
Inside the fleshlight, Jason was being pulverized. Only
minutes earlier he thought he was going to steal a bit of loose change; and now
he was being demolished by his father’s erect penis. Over and over again the
massive cock slammed down on him into the end of the fleshlight, rising off of
him ever so briefly only to pound down on him again. The entire experience was
relentless. Jason was coughing, as he inhaled a mixture of lube and precum. The
oxygen in the fleshlight was lacking, leading to him taking hurried gasps of
thin air. The worst part of all was the broken bones he was enduring. First it
was his left knee; then the toes in his right foot. Several dozen thrusts of
the enormous cock in and he felt an agonizingly painful crack in his neck. In
that moment he had become a quadriplegic. Paralyzed from the neck down. Lost in
the dark, in the tight and slimy depths of his dad’s fleshlight, getting beaten
to death by the biggest cock he’d ever seen. All Jason could do now is let out
desperate screams in between thrusts and his gasps of thin air. Screams his
father would never hear.
His father’s thrusting became more aggressive. In the
excitement (that he didn’t share with his father at all) he was flipped over.
As Jason tossed about midair within the flashlight and his butthole exposed, he
could see the cock coming down. It was as though time had slowed down.
Jason gulped, terrified.
*POW*
His father unknowingly, slammed into his son’s asshole. Although dad had no
idea what it was that felt different, he really liked the feeling as it tickled
the tip of his penis. He thrusted even harder, absolutely loving this new
effect. Struggling with broken bones and the feeling of his body being
stretched in unnatural ways, Jason had lost hope when he felt twitches in the
end of his dad’s cock. Erratic twitches.
“Oh god. Oh dear fucking god, dad, no!” he wailed, knowing his fate was
sealed.
*SPLOOT*
*SPLOOT*
*SPLOOT*
His father had had one of the best orgasms of his life. He ejaculated deep
inside his son’s asshole. The fluids rushed through Jason’s body like a
tsunami. Unable to move in his final moments, all Jason could tell was it was
coating his innards. Blasting blood out of his body, coating his bones,
rupturing organs and causing cum to leak out in every hole in his body. His
ears, his eye sockets, his mouth. All of them drooling out gallons of semen.
Even his lungs had become sacks of jizz. Jason, of course, did not realize much
of this before his consciousness disappeared and he succumbed to death. A
painful death.
Jason’s dad, not knowing he had killed his thieving son, looked into the
fleshlight. He observed the sticky mess that he created and noticed something.
Was it a bug? Yeah, it must be a bug. A beetle or a cricket. Being a filthy man,
he ignored it, believing wholeheartedly that this dead bug was the reason for
his added pleasure this evening.
He placed his toy back on the shelf and went back downstairs, cracking open
another can of beer and putting the baseball on. Mindlessly he zoned out,
falling asleep in front of the TV. The pool of cum that became Jason’s tomb
dried up, becoming the same sticky-but-crusty substance he found at the bottom
of the fleshlight earlier. Jason’s remains were glued to the bottom of the
fleshlight.
Time had passed. Although he was upset, Jason’s father
assumed his son had run away.
“That boy can’t live without his videogames! He ran
away in anger!”
The fleshlight, which now felt much better by
neither his or his late son’s intentions was used more regularly than ever.
Increasingly violated again and again for years to come. Eventually, Jason was grinded
down to little more than paste and had a new role in death: As that thing that
made his dad cum so damn good!