Chapter Two of Goon!

So, the story will be titled Goon and I hoped to be out this week, but likely next. In the meantime, here's some more from the new story!

Work was a distraction. A blur of faces showing up at his cubicle, asking him for paperwork that he would hand over, having been handed the same paperwork by another. Another drone of the workforce, nothing at all to make his life remarkable. It was a life lived without courage. And more than the monotony of it all, the true insult was how his time at work kept him from his time with Carly in the trances. He was sure that one of the voices he was hearing in the sixth video was hers. It was high and giggly but in no way innocent.

Back home in front of his computer, he didn’t even bother with the pants. They fell as soon as he passed his front door. His apartment was second-hand furniture and mid-range electronics until the videos hooked him. Now boxes of takeout and pizza boxes with a single slice removed, the remains now tried out and curling up like the withered fingers of a corpse, littered the crowded countertops. A tart smell infected the air in the kitchen, but he couldn’t be bothered to search for it and eliminate it. Any time not in front of the spiral was time wasted. Carly waited for him.

When he woke slack-jawed in front of his screen, cum drying on top of dried puddles of previous ejaculate, he didn’t feel ashamed or embarrassed for having lost another entire night to a fog of hypnosis. Just the opposite. He felt energized and sexual, often jerking off two or three more times before bed while he watched some other porn besides his trances. Trancing as soon as he got home meant he could watch some other stuff he was fantasizing about, namely blowjob videos.

He lazily stroked himself while he watched a girl taking some gifted dude’s rod into her mouh, big blue eyes turned up to him. He was in no hurry to cum. It felt just fine to lie in bed and watch some gorgeous slut suck a nic heard cock while he kept himself at a nice hum of arousal. When he wanted to finish, he could find a few videos of Carly, now that he knew what to look for. She had some blowjob videos of her own, and it didn’t take long for Martin to cum when he saw her sucking off some guy, puffy lips sealed on some guy’s root.

After one of his nightly trance sessions, Martin was wandering back to his bedroom when his phone chirped in his hand. He stumbled some when he saw his phone suddenly wake and buzz in his grip. He felt so weak after the trances lately. He’d progressed to the seventh, and all he ever remembered after clicking play was Carly laughing and blowing a kiss at the screen, bending so that her artificial tits gathered and showed off cleavage. She was very tan, eyebrows thin, cheeks ruddy with rouge. She was the California girl fallen into porn, notable for a recent-looking rose tattoo that wound up her left leg.

So when he was shocked back into greater awareness by the notification, Martin lazily looked down to see it was his email informing him of a new message. He didn’t recognize the sender’s address, but he knew the face of the attached picture. Carly, making a kissy-face aimed at the camera, lips fat with injection, lashes long and as fake as her boobs.

The message read:

Hey sexy!

I hear you’ve been watching all my videos on InnerBimbo. I REALLY love it when I think people are jerking off to me, but I guess I’m kind of a slut. Anyways, there’s a get-together for some fans of the site. Super exclusive. I’ll be there if you want to say hi!

-Carly

p.s.

If you want extra fun while you watch the trances, shave your legs. You’ll thank me later.

He replied back, some pile of words that was equal parts effusive praise and humble worship. Carly, if that’s who it was, did not respond.

Nonetheless, he decided to try his hand at removing the hair from his legs. While he had never considered such a thing before, now it seemed perfectly reasonable. The notion of rubbing smooth legs together beneath his desk at work thrilled him. And having his bare, silky legs brushing against one another while he watched the latest trance… now that sounded like Heaven on Earth.

It was more difficult than he expected, and he left behind a dozen small nicks on his skin, strikingly pale under the dark hair that normally gave it some color. Once he’d achieved his goal, though, he was shocked by how much pleasure running his hands over his smooth skin gave him. He lost himself in a bath after the work was done, merely caressing his legs before he stood and rinsed away the loose hair from his body and the sides of the bath. When it was done, he found a pair of boxers, but no more covered his hairless legs, which had transformed into highly erogenous zones on his body.

Just as Carly promised, the trance was made mor epleasurable thanks to his shaved legs. His hands couldn’t keep off of them. Normally, he would be stroking himself slowly and supidly while the trance flashed and whispered from his computer. Now he caressed his shaved skin until the trance rose like a wave and crashed over him, leaving him blank and empty until the trance was done. When he came to, he was nude and the remains of an orgasm dripped from the tip of his flagging penis.

With a grin and full of energy, Martin bounced from his stained chair and hoped into bed, squealing like a teenager as he renewed his fascination ith both his legs and his cock. He’d manage another two orgasms before bed overtook him, fueled by a delicious assortment of oral sex videos.

Even at work, the hunger for oral pleasure haunted him. It was next to impossible to focus on his usual work duties when all he wanted was more trancing, more sloppy sounds of mouth on cocks, and, most of all, more Carly. When his co-workers passed by, he barely took notice.

Beneath his desk, Martin rubbed his legs together, keenly aware of how decadent it felt. He wished he could dispense with the work pants altogether. Maybe even slip on some silky hose or stockings to enhance that sensation. That sounded like a pretty fine idea, too. He’d have to do some online shopping when he got home if he could keep himself off the trance page long enough.

As it happened, Martin couldn’t resist. He had graduated to a new trance. He wasn’t certain why he’d made the transition to the eighth video, but it felt right to do so, and it was far easier to go with the flow when it came to InnerBimbo.com than it was to question every little thing.

And the trance was hot. He could remember bits and pieces of this one once it finished. It was only 90 minutes, too, almost nothing when compared to the hours-long sessions in the earlier videos. That made him feel proud that he’d done so well. More satisfaction than he’d ever gotten from his mundane day job, that was for sure.

There were no errant puddles of cum in his lap this time, but he felt no less fulfilled. He wanted to cum, of course, but something wasn’t quite right. He needed stimulation, that thing that would make him lose his mind. His orgasms were important and wonderful, and whatever means he could employ to improve them would be welcome. That need to find just the right thing to get him off was maddening, an itch that couldn’t be scratched. He stood and paced, idly stroking his hairless thighs.

He was contemplating that hidden thing when he happened to run his finger over his lips in a nervous tic, and before he realized he was doing it, he’d sucked his whole finger into his mouth and was sucking it. His cock sprang to attention in an instant as he was flooded with waves of pleasure that sent him to his knees. It felt like a dam had burst inside him, and he mewled in carnal bliss as he added a second finger, his free hand wrapping around his shaft.

My God, he thought, this is Heaven. His member sang with his strokes, his mouth and lips pulsed to please his fingers. He’d never thought seriously about sucking dick before that night, but now it felt right. It felt necessary. When he heard the sucking sound inadvertently made by his suction, he came. His muscles sagged while his balls drained, leaving him in a spent pile on the floor. A thin film of sweat coated his body, and his tongue felt very dry. He’d never had an orgasm like that, one that sapped him of all his strength and will. He remained in that pile of sweating flesh for several minutes, giggling to himself at how fucking good a climax could be. It was almost unfair it had taken so long to learn how to get himself off.

When some measure of strength returned, Martin cleaned himself with a cursory visit to the bathroom and returned to his computer desk. He was going to follow up on his self-made promise to get some nice hose for himself, maybe even those cute tights he saw girls wear sometimes. And while he was at it, maybe a little something for his newest fetish. One of the great things about those online retailers, Martin mused, you could get a dildo and panties all in one place, and no one would be the wiser. Better safe than sorry.

With some expedited shipping, Martin had only to wait for his trip home from work the next day to find the package from the online store waiting for him on the stoop of his apartment. He hurried inside with it, ripping it open with a savage need until he was spilling the contents onto his kitchen counter. Three pairs of panties in plastic packaging, a pair of stay-ups in sheer black, and a package of multicolored tights. The dildo was in a box of its own, tan-colored and surprisingly droopy when Martin removed it from its packaging. But oh that electricity when his hand wrapped around the middle of the dildo. He let out a gasp.

Leaving the box behind, Martin took the rest of his purchases into his bedroom. He would make an event of it, first showering and ensuring that his legs were still as smooth as possible. Once done, he would wear a pair of panties, the white ones with the black trim. When paired with the black stockings, he looked coquettish and sultry. It made his sex twinge and pulse in his new underwear. When he was done, he admired his legs with soft touches. He was only lost in that reverie a moment before he took the dildo in hand and relocated to his computer. Now that he was appropriately dressed, it was time to get his head right.

The video began and he saw more of it than he recalled before, the bimbofied image of Carly, her plump red lips wrapped around a cock, a look of happy lust in her eyes as they flitted up to the man providing her with this gorgeous rod. She sucked and slurped and the spiral on the screen turned, drawing Martin deeper and deeper into it until…

Until he woke again. His eyes fluttered and he groaned. His cock was achingly hard in his lap. It felt engorged and heavy, and a tentative touch made him whimper with need. That desire made it hard to think, so Martin didn’t. He followed his instincts and took the dildo from beside his keyboard and closed his eyes and opened his mouth wide. There was no performance or ritual as the evening began, no consideration o the moment or its meaning. It was only hunger, and Martin sated it with the dildo, shoving it mindlessly into his mouth. He sucked as he recalled seeing Carly do it, shameless and proud. Carly was a slut and made no apologies for it. When she sucked a cock, that cock was her world, and Martin followed that example while he tugged his dick. He extended his pleasure as long as he could, but the combination of the dildo in hi smouth and his steady strokes had him cryong out.

Again, he fell to the floor, reduced to a simpering, drolling mound until his senses returned. When they did, he was profoundly happy at how hard he’d managed to cum. When he found his way to bed, he resolved his evening with more blowjob videos and slow explorations of the contours of his stockinged legs. Occasionally he would mimic the girls onscreen with his dildo. Despite the continued porn playing constantly, Martin didn’t climax again. He maintained that steady, numbing arousal until sleep came for him.

He found the pale tights looked enough like socks that he could wear them under his clothes at work. That, coupled with the panties underneath the tights, ensured that his feminine side was properly fueled all day long. Where once he might have looked at the women in the office with interest or even potential romantic inclinations, now Martin studied their movements, the colors of eye shadow and lipstick, the way makeup colored their cheeks to add shadow or hue. An undiscovered country of feminine ritual revealed itself to Martin and he was an obsessive student.

The day of his first encounter with Carly was approaching, but his focus was less on that near date than on his greater understanding of her. Carly was a bimbo and a slut, sure, but she was so good at it, that was the part martin admired. When he looked at later pictures of her, she was perfection of a very particular stripe. Her skin was tanned now, but one could see visible white lines left by the straps of her bikini. Her face was flawless and stretched y cosmetic surgery, lips full and overripe, body sculpted to be undeniably feminine.

With her inflated tits and narrowed waist, the expansion of her hips and the surgically-enhanced roundness of her ass made Carly look like an illustration of an ideal, not something that could be true flesh-and-blood. And then there was the attention to the finer details, like her sharp brows, or the line drawn around her lips to make them all the more inviting. Carly was a woman created to generate desire.

While Martin dreamed of the right color polish, the wasp-ish figure of Carly loomed over him and waited.