His Fountain Of Youth

[AGothicLust]

Derrick Toolheimer's wrists burned from were the shackles had been digging into them... red welts the only thing wrapped around them now. He rubbed them as if it would help the sensation... a futile mannerism... almost as futile as his escape.

The women that were chasing him would most likely catch him...unlike him.. they had a good hearty breakfast... a good nights sleep... and plenty of excersice. He on the other hand, had been cuffed to a bed for the past two days... with little food to eat or water to drink. HIs legs were wobbly, his pulse racing. Over and over again they...

Yes! The dark alleyway Derrick was in, contained a open, rusty door. Discovering it he bolted towards the eye sore, uncaring of where it led, dashing into the even darker building inside... soon he could hear music... was this a club? Not his first choice of locations to flee to after the weekend he had just had..but it would have to do. He could easily get lost in a crowd... as soon as he could find some clothes that is...

Derrick's limp, but still thick, flacid cock... was sore from extended use. It had been magnificient for most of the ordeal... up untill about the 9th orgasm. Usually an impressive near 9 inches, and thicker than a handfull, the young man's manhood did not dissappoint. But even a monster prick like his could only take so much abuse. They wanted to live forever... and didnt understand why it wasnt working. He would die from exhaustion before they realized the key wasnt the amount of times... but...

"You there! What the FUCK do you think this IS a peep show!!"

Shit! A bouncer had seen im, even from withen the darkness of the clubs perimeter, the flourescent beems and white spotlights made it hard for a naked man to hide.

Diving behind a bar counter he began to wonder how he got himself into this situation... all his trouble started when his freind and him went on a trip to the carribean. They went scuba diving and found what they thought was some prop chest left behind by one of those "fine the buried treasure" tour boats. Once on shore they found a whole bunch of nothing inside..save for a little bottle of wine. Far be it for him to let good alchohol go to waste..so the two of them downed it. When they got back to the states he went back to work as did his freind.

Later that week he got a letter... it was from his buddy saying how the liquor changed something in his body..and his cum was really sweet now... something about his wife and his wife's odd new freind having a threesome and her broken arm being cured. He was as happy as a pig in shit and said Derrick shouldnt expect to see him for poker for a while...

A week later his friend was dead..and as he investigated the curious death, of wich no body could be found...more and more it sounded like he was screwed to death. But his wife wouldnt talk about it.. she only asked him if he drank the bottle too...

Thats when this weird cult of bitches started chasing him. Two of them found him in his apt one night and took him to to their place... he had never gotten so many blowjobs in his life. He thought dust was gonna start coming out of his cock. The two were insaitable...swallowing load after load of his spunk... and waiting for his body to produce more...

Thats when he realized it must be the cum. It must make you live forever or something....

A sexy female bartender looked down at the pathetic naked man... he stared up at her with a "what do you want" kind of look... soon she called for the bouncer...

Derrick took off again...

 

[Sinful_whispers]

Kat had tended bar in the club for more than five years. She like most of the customers was permanent fixtures in the place. There wasn’t too many faces she didn’t know, and she knew all the secrets. Kat was one of those that said little but knew a lot. The type of bartender that listened to the tales of slobbering drunks bitching, pissing, moaning and groaning about everything from the way recycled toilet paper chapped their ass to cheating spouses and shit marriages. When they talked about the lack of sex in their lives Kat always shook her head that usually ended up in them asking her to go home with them or them with her. She never mixed business with pleasure, you never eat where you shit was one motto of hers, and she stuck to it.

Kat was short for Katrina, as a name fit her. She stood five foot ten inches tall, with a head full of deep red rich locks that dangled down to the small of her back, she wore it with a wildness as it looked like a mane of a lion with the curls just everywhere, when you looked to her when she wore it down, you just wanted to reach out and run yours fingers through it, but if you knew Kat and you did that, you may just lose a finger or even your hand. She had the fire within her she took no shit from anyone, didn’t matter who it was, she would tell you exactly what she thought and where to stick your bullshit because she heard it all.

Behind the bar she wore steel tipped high heeled leather boots, mainly because she liked them but also for protection. She took great care of herself, she always said it was her family gene pool being so good, she had no sign of age yet, and her eyes were like a feline, they glistened in the night, almond shaped and green as an emerald, you could get lost within them. As for the rest of her, she wasn’t thick and yet wasn’t pencil thin, she had muscle on her tones body, in her line of work you needed that kind of hard bodied female, one with attitude and one you could trust. Her attire was always a tight shirt with a low cut front to show off her buxom breasts, and tight jeans to go with the heeled boots. She always smelled of a hint of White Diamonds or a light jasmine, enough that would linger about yet not strong and overpowering.

The club had just opened the doors, the music was blaring from all sides of it and above, and bouncers were at the door carding people as usual. A lot of the kids like to pull the old age fake ID bullshit but they never had much luck getting into the place. Kat stood behind the bar taking a long drag off her cigarette watching the other two tenders on either side of her. The bar was cut into three sections, each tender had their own that they took care of which prevented running into each other and cut down on the crowding as customers tried to be where a tender was to make sure they got their drink. It also made it easier for the serving girls to pick up drink orders. They didn’t need to fight the crowd to get to the bar. Kat ran the bar section, there was nobody around that crossed the line and if they did, they learned quickly where their toes had better never step again.

Both sections aside her were filling up nicely, so Kat turned and went back into the storage room, and then came back out and placed a box filled with assorted whiskey and mixers on the bar top, she looked down and felt her brow raise giving the young man a look that was crouched down and seemed to be hiding. To top it off he was naked, which was the obvious clue the guy needed help. She yelled out to Johnny a tall dark well built bouncer that ran the floor, he was another head of the club, and security was his forte’. Johnny was dealing with three kids that were trying to pass off as twenty-one years old so he wasn’t able to come over so Kat shook her head and left her bar to follow the guy. It wasn’t as if she couldn’t pick him out from the crowd, he was the only one running naked about the club.

She would have thought it was a prank but she noticed the marks upon him, she was a stickler for detail. ‘Fuck’ she thought why the hell she can’t have one night when something wasn’t happening. Anymore the club seemed to have drawn quite a crowd, a lot brought trouble and the security was beefed up to keep the riff-raff out, but Kat had good instincts and knew this one was different this one needed help. She watched where he was going, and shook her head knowing she could slow down and not slam dance her way through the club between bodies of people that moved to the dance floor and began dancing and those trying to fight through to make their way to the bar. The guy was obviously not a customer that had been in the club before, or he’d have never backed himself in a corner like he did as she watched the direction he was headed.

Kat’s still spiked tipped boots sounded on the tile as she walked her normal pace down the hallway towards the backroom area. The only thing at the end of that hallway was five doors, and two were locked offices as one was hers and the other was Johnny’s. Main management which was club owners was up on the second level; with glass panels that over looked the whole club. The two left, one was a dressing room for the ladies the other for the men and then the last was the door to a small storage room. There was no way out for him at this point unless he ran past Kat and if so, he wouldn’t get far. Her long curls bounced against her slender back with each step, she reached the first door and peered in, and then closed it seeing one of the girls getting dressed. She knew he didn’t enter there so that left two other doors.

The first of the two last she checked was the men’s dressing room, she peered in and looked down both rows of lockers and could see the small shower area as well, and that was empty. She let the door close silently as her hand turned the knob, hearing a slight click making sure it was closed, she wasn’t stupid, she pushed the button in and locked it from the inside so least if she overlooked him being in there when he heard her walk away she’d hear him trying to yank on the door to open it giving her a few second to least turn around before he had a chance to run far.

Kat placed her hand on the knob, and then curled her fingers around it feeling the tips of her long red cat like claw nails touch her soft flesh of her palm and then opened the door. She reached in with her other hand and flicked the light and peered about, she noticed a shadow in the corner and looked to it closely, and shook her head looking to the young man.

“Okay, you got five minutes to explain yourself or one, Johnny will be back here to bounce your naked ass out the door and two along with Johnny the local police will be waiting to scrape your ass off the alleyway and you can explain to them. Personally, I’d choose the better of the choices and that is me.”