The Trials and Tribulations of Tim
Chapter 7
Wilson invited Tim to stay around and sample some of his special herbal
tea. The idea of drinking tea did not sit well with the tool man, but he felt a
little tired once he had finished doing the deed with Yuko. So while he sat and
stared at the two naked Japanese females still hanging from their bonds in
Wilson's parlor, listening to the sounds of Wilson bustling around making this
brew of special tea, Tim gave into the temptation to close his eyes briefly.
Moments later he had drifted off to sleep.
Before he was awakened by his host, Tim had a wild dream that was
obviously related to what had been happening over the last few weeks. It
featured Brad, Angela, her dog and Muffin. Brad, or was it Brenda, was on its
hands and knees, all dressed up in a pink outfit that left its hind quarters
exposed and quite vulnerable to Angela's dog who had mounted the teenager and
was nailing him or her for all it was worth. Meanwhile Angela was bitterly
complaining to Muffin about what a pussy her boyfriend had turned out to be.
Then Tim got a glimpse of the cock that the good professor was sporting. It was
massive and half of it was stuck in his former son's mouth.
Despite his body armor, Wilson jumped back to escape the wild swings
that Tim made as he crossed the divide between his weird dream and the new
reality known as Wilson's parlor. Once his neighbor calmed him down, out of
gratitude for his concern, Tim sampled this strange brew he offered. It tasted
kind of funny, but not like that stuff Jill occasionally tried to entice him to
drink. He took another taste and decided it wasn't half bad.
That's about when the "herbs" kicked in. Things started to melt as Tim's
eyes wandered about almost as if they were independent of his wishes. The two
Japanese wavered, then waxed and waned as he stared in silence at them. In a way
this reminded Tim of when he was very young and got his first look into a
kaleidoscope. He remembered how things kept changing as he moved his head. This
caused him to try moving his head into exaggerated positions just for the thrill
of seeing how things in Wilson's parlor changed. When he tried doing this on
Wilson, his every move was thwarted. No matter what he did, Wilson remained
Wilson, immutable and immune to the laws that controlled everything else.
When his host inquired if Tim was enjoying the tea his voice changed in
pitch almost as if Tim was on a train platform and the train was moving away
from him at a very high speed. The tool man couldn't help himself, he began to
giggle and clap his hands in ryhthm with the changes that were taking place
before his very eyes. He remembered Wilson's voice saying "I'll take that as a
yes. Just relax and enjoy your tea; everything will be fine once you've had your
tea."
Tim returned to the world with a jolt that made him sit upright in his
chair. Nothing had changed as far as he could see. That included the two naked
Japanese females who still were turning first one way and then the other as the
ropes around their wrists coiled and uncoiled. Wilson was gone and Tim tried to
rise from his chair, then thought better of it as the room began to spin.
It was then that Wilson made his entrance, this time clad in a long
flowing robe of muslin decorated with cabalistic signs that meant nothing at all
to the tool man. He arched his eyebrows when he saw that Tim was awake. "How do
you feel? Did you enjoy the tea?" All Tim could do was nod; he still did not
feel like himself. However he did enjoy feeling this way, everything seemed to
be fine. In fact he was kind of horny, which considering what he'd been through
so far today,was a bit surprising.
Wilson didn't bat an eyelash when Tim inquired if he might tear off
another piece of tail from his host's private stock. "Do you want another go at
Yuko's tight asshole or would you rather try Miko. That young lady has a cunt to
die for in my humble opinion. It feels as if you're moving in a vat of warm
butter that is just beginning to turn firm, but still has enough give to allow
you to go anywhere you wish in high style." Tim decided to go with his host's
advice. This time Wilson cut the rope holding Miko aloft and she fell to the
floor, her legs too weak to support her body. Tim watched as Wilson dragged the
girl by her long black hair over to an overstuffed chair that seemed somewhat
incongruous in this room filled with exotic skins, colorful swatches of cloth,
and a welter of competing woods. Wilson positioned her so she was lying across
its arm, her head almost buried into the plush seat.
At the suggestion of his neighbor, Tim warmed Miko up before entering
her. "She really enjoys a sound thrashing with the cane before sex; it must be
something in the genes, but I'm not one to complain. Feel her bottom and you'll
discover that she has a layer of scar tissue on that gorgeous round ass. You
don't see asses like this on many Japanese women. Every few months I take her to
a plastic surgeon acquaintance of mine and for a nominal fee that includes
having a go at her, he smooths the scar tissue to the point that it is almost
indiscernible to any but the most practiced eye. Miko is due for another visit
in a week or so, which means you can have at her as long as your arm allows. The
longer and harder you hit her, the ceamier her cunt becomes, probably another
one of those inherited characteristics that we men are unable to understand."
The cane felt a little funny in Tim's hand at first, but after a few
practice swings and a good look at Miko's delectable ass, his blood was up along
with his dick. Despite the fresh welts that Wilson had earlier added to the
layer of scar tissue covering her ass it still beckoned to the tool man, and he
responded to its siren call. His first stroke split her asscheeks neatly in half
from one side of her butt to the other. As it landed he let out a grunt that had
been absent too long from his vocabulary.
Miko joined the music, letting out a high pitched yell and some words in
Japanese that he did not understand, but Wilson did. "She just told you that she
loves your dick and wants it in her cunt after you whip her enough that it turns
into a frothing churn of butter. She says that to me all the time." Tim was so
taken by the display of rounded flesh before him that he didn't even bother to
wonder how one or two words in Japanese could turn into ten times as many in
American, or English, as his wise ass wife always told him he spoke!
His second stroke felt even better as it ripped into her flesh, leaving
a deep weal that started to explode outwards miliseconds after the rattan bit
deep into that gorgeous bottom. This time Miko yelped and strung about half a
dozen words behind it. According to Wilson she had just said, "Good one big
boy!" By now Tim felt as if the cane was an extension of his arm. He proceeded
to go to town on the woman's butt, slashing away to leave deep strips of
bleeding flesh in the cane's wake. Wilson finally had him hold up long enough so
he could check out the condition of Miko's pussy, which proved to be moistening
at a rapid rate with some high grade cunt spooge already oozing from its depths.
He then placed his middle finger that was coated with her cunt cream into Miko's
mouth and she happily sucked his digit until it glistened.
Tim was so focused on trying to destroy Miko's ass that when he finally
realized that Wilson had taken a seat on the chair where once her head lay, he
lost his rhythm and landed a lick that slid well past its target. Miko was now
sucking enthusiatically on Wilson's cock which jutted from a fold in his robe.
He was speaking to the young woman in a tongue that Tim did not recognize. Since
Tim had a problem recognizing any words other than those he heard every day,
this came as no great surprise. However these were so weird that he wasn't sure
that Miko understood them either. It mattered not, since a minute or so later
Wilson's body stiffened and he let out a half-scream, half-bellow and flooded
the young Japanese with an ocean of cum. Poor Miko damned near drowned as his
cum shot from her nostrils and dribbled from the corners of her mouth.
It was an impressive discharge considering that it was at least his
second of the day. When Wilson regained his composure he looked up at Tim,
smiled and said, "It's that herbal tea, it does this to me every time." The tool
man resumed tattooing Miko's blistered butt with the cane and with each stroke
she moaned a little louder and responded with a word or two in whatever language
she was yelling. Tim decided to give her the finger check and it felt as if his
midddle digit had been swallowed in a vat of creamy butter; it was time to do
the deed.
Wilson reached out and took the cane from Tim's hand and held it across
his lap as the tool man unholstered his weapon and lined it up with her swollen,
dripping pussy. As he sank in up to his balls, the feeling was indescribable,
especially to Tim since he was almost devoid of the ability to properly express
whatever he was feeling at any time. Like the dog, his world was one of black
and white, with no degrees of shading. Tim proceeded to grunt his way through to
a most satisfying release of his tensions. All the time he was drilling away
within Miko's buttery tube, Wilson kept him in rhythm by chanting in still
another mysterious tongue.
It made Tim fell strange, almost relaxed, unlike his reactions when he
was normally doing the deed, especially with one of those bimbos that frequented
the show's audience. As soon as he withdrew, quick as a cat, Miko turned
around, dropped to her knees and got busy cleaning his rigid rod, removing all
traces of whatever they had been doing. When she completed the task to her
satisfaction, she looked up, gave him a big smile and puckered her lips in an
air kiss. Tim was for once in many a week a happy man.
Tim sighed and gave a little grunt just for the hell of it. It was his
way of saying thanks to Wilson for one outstanding evening in his wonderful
parlor. Then he sucked it up and got down to business. For some odd reason he
knew that this was the moment for him to ask Wilson's help on the matter of Brad
and Tim's need for vengeance. "Let's talk some turkey about how I'm gonna get
even with all those responsible for what happened to my son." Wilson arched one
of his eyebrows. Tim couldn't help wondering if he watched the same wrestling
show as he did, since that was a Rock move if ever there was one.
( To be continued )
