Boosh Drabbles: 3. The Hitcher
Another prompt: The Hitcher. My favorite!
And yes there will be urine.
pairings
1. Howard Moon
2. Dixon Bainbridge
3. Piper Twin 1. in Maids Dress
4. Piper Twin 2. in the Fountain of Youth shower
5. Harold Boom
1. "I told ya boy, a thousand euros. but nooo, you failed me, like I wanted ya to."
Instead of subjecting himself to the sexual pleasures of Elenor, no, Howard was too proud for that. He ran out of the shop after he explained it to Vince, too ashamed to let him coax him to do THAT for the money. He was now in an alley, hunted down from The Hitcher, backed against the fence of a dead end.
"I'm gonna have to punish you squire." The witch-man stalked forward, enjoying Howard's obvious fear. Soon Howard was against the fence, rattling it, screaming for help. But no one listened, no one came to him, and now he was surely trapped. Hands grappled him and tore him from the fence, pushing him against the wet brick walls of whatever building composed the alley. The slickness was against his crushed face, he gasped and struggled. Despite being a grown man he was still very much like a child.
"H-help…! VINCE! V-VINCE!"
The Hitcher laughed nastily in his ear, pressing his body against the poor squire. "Your girlfriend's too smart to save ya. Not when I'm gonna stick an eel up in ya."
"NO NOT THAT! NO!" His struggles continued, his hand reaching down to slap and claw The Hitcher's hand as well. His belt was unbuckled and his pants were being pushed downwards. His struggles only delayed the inevitable. In a few more seconds his bum was naked, goosbumps across the Moon's surface when The Hitcher pulled away. He stood, still against the wall, genitals freezing in the night breeze wondering what was going to happen next from what he couldn't see behind him.
And then the eel came. Right up inside him.
2. Bainbridge was always one to love taking luxurious baths. especially after a hard days work in the laboratory, making Platypeels.
He reached for the soap, humming a tune as he prepared to rub-a-dub-dub.
But instead he grabbed an eel.
"HITCHER! One of your blasted tarnations is in…here…"
Instead of flopping about, the eel gave a vicious smile and wriggled out of his grasp, into the water again, and between his legs and…
Howling at the sudden rape occurring, he soon began to squeal, kicking about in the bath, sputtering. It was going in deep and fast, trained by The Hitcher in the art of anal rape.
"B-BOBBY! HELP! I NEED YOUR…A-ASISTANCE!" His last word was a high pitched upon the quick contact with his prostrate. Shuddering he gripped the edge of the tub, bucking and utterly perplexed at how the eel's natural slime made it lubricated. He even saw the end of the eel wriggling about in the water. It gave him something to stare at, naked and manly in the tub, with an eel finding the propulsion to thrust in and out of his orifice. Soon he could no longer resist the slimy fish's ministrations; its gills were ribbed for pleasure, its head and mouth suckering, the suction and fishy movements…
"UNG! B-Bobby…oh…oh Bobby…deeper…n-no wait….s-stop it eel…ungh…"
If anyone found out how much he loved Bob Fossil, well, his evil career would be over. Taking a deep shallow breath, looking about the privacy of his bathroom, he sank back into the water, moaning like a bitch as the eel wriggled faster and faster, un-shamefully enjoying the eel rape.
All the while the eel's owner was video taping it in the towel closet in front of the tub.
3. "Boss it…tickles…."
The twin had bent over to dust the table besides The Hitcher's chair. It all seemed awkward enough being asked to wear this ridiculous maid uniform…for women…and ruffle-frilly panties. But to houseclean in that wasn't enough.
The Hitcher smoked his pipe, reading his newspaper like usual. Seemingly not paying attention to the twin he ordered to wear that dress. That he ordered to vacuum, wash and dust the den.
But the other hand was not where it should be.
The twin bit his lip, shaking as he dusted the table legs, his ass being so groped and thumbed by his boss. He figured this wasn't normal behavior one should do to their henchman, let alone a maid. Maybe he saw some dust on the…the p-panties…yeah…boss wouldn't do…OH
The Hitcher continued to puff his pipe, appearing absorbed reading. But his hand now wander to cup his henchman's sack. That's when he squeaked and leaped, clutching his bottom.
"W-why you doing this for? W-what do you want? Boss?" He said fearfully, pushing the petticoat skirts down as much as he could hiding his pantyhose man-legs.
The Hitcher calmly set down his pipe, turning at last to face his frightened and groped twin. The look in his eyes wasn't what he thought was 'absorbed'. They were intense. With lust.
"Bend over the table and I'll show you what I want."
Blushing, the twin did so.
And when he heard The Hitcher stand up, and push him, crush him down, and ripped those panties off, the twin definitely knew what he wanted.
Their work relationship would never be the same again.
4. "Come on then, I haven't got all day!"
The twin startled and proceeded to wash The Hitcher's back. He was already surprised he was naked in the shower with the other man. But, he was his boss, he should do as he's told, and what better than to run his hands over glossy green skin to gain immortality?
That is when he got lower with the soap. He couldn't help but blush and become…uncomfortable when the Hitcher pressed against him to let The Piper's thicker, shorter arms wash and scrub The Hitcher's chest. In fact he could have sworn he heard a cockney moan from the geeza, but the din of the shower may have messed with his hearing.
The Hitcher grabbed The Piper's hands when they were moving away from his groin.
"You know pipah…" He purred in a husky tone, a tone the twin only heard when he was enjoying a particularly good rape or bottle of wine. "I've always liked you…and you're my loyal henchman, correct?"
"Y-yes boss?" He answered fearfully, arousing more than he thought he would at the sound of his boss's voice. It would pain him to let him know how attracted he was, a little to his boss…he pulled back from The Hitcher's lower back so he couldn't know what was going on down there…and how much it tortured him that his hands, in the shower together, were so close to the prize, were to held by The Hitcher's own…
"Why dont'cha 'get to know' me better?"
With a gasp the twin found his hands being wrapped around The Hitcher's own erection, slowly rubbing about the length.
"B-but sir…I…we're…m-men sir…I…" Oh G-God…
"tis alright if I tell ya to." The witch groaned, rubbing back against the twin who now was freely giving a slopping wet handjob to him, without the help of another pair of hands. "Besides I'll reward ya if ya get me off. How about that?"
"Y-yes sir. Oh I'd very much like that…boss…"
5. "STOP IT! AUGH! You bloody nutjob!"
Harold should never have copied them. Never. Ever. What a stupid idea. What a stupid idea.
"That's right ya bloody wanker." The Hitcher waggled his tongue like a snake as he pissed on the unfortunate soul underneath his boots. "That's whatcha get for pretendin' to be my squire!"
"YOUR squire?" He sputtered, the urine now hitting his face. He shut his mouth, squealing and rolling his head about as he was coated with the salty fluid. What, The Hitcher claims the REAL Howard as his…
"That's right you stupid git." The urine now was aimed at Harold's pants, making the whelp buck and squeal, now soaking there as well. "Imitating my personal prey you gutter-scum. I oughtta kill you after I make ya look like you wet yourself real bad now…"
"D-don't kill me! DON'T!" The man begged once the urine hit his chest again. The more and more it rained on him on the alley ground, the more and more he regretted the business venture. The more and more he wished not to die bleeding in a pool of piss.
"Unless you do something for me. …..ooh…yeah…" Finally the yella rain stopped.
But he didn't zip up.
"I'll d-do anything to live! I promise to n-never imitate Howard Moon again s-sir!"
"You bet you won't. Because you're going to have ta…make me happy boy."
Blinking droplets of yellow from his face when he sat up, he soon realized what he would have to do. And why The Hitcher didn't zip back up.
"I've got a cucumber waitin' to get eatin' boy." The Hitcher cackled.
Harold Boom got on his knees, urine dripping off his pants, shirt and nose, and got to work like the coward he was.
And yes there will be urine.
pairings
1. Howard Moon
2. Dixon Bainbridge
3. Piper Twin 1. in Maids Dress
4. Piper Twin 2. in the Fountain of Youth shower
5. Harold Boom
1. "I told ya boy, a thousand euros. but nooo, you failed me, like I wanted ya to."
Instead of subjecting himself to the sexual pleasures of Elenor, no, Howard was too proud for that. He ran out of the shop after he explained it to Vince, too ashamed to let him coax him to do THAT for the money. He was now in an alley, hunted down from The Hitcher, backed against the fence of a dead end.
"I'm gonna have to punish you squire." The witch-man stalked forward, enjoying Howard's obvious fear. Soon Howard was against the fence, rattling it, screaming for help. But no one listened, no one came to him, and now he was surely trapped. Hands grappled him and tore him from the fence, pushing him against the wet brick walls of whatever building composed the alley. The slickness was against his crushed face, he gasped and struggled. Despite being a grown man he was still very much like a child.
"H-help…! VINCE! V-VINCE!"
The Hitcher laughed nastily in his ear, pressing his body against the poor squire. "Your girlfriend's too smart to save ya. Not when I'm gonna stick an eel up in ya."
"NO NOT THAT! NO!" His struggles continued, his hand reaching down to slap and claw The Hitcher's hand as well. His belt was unbuckled and his pants were being pushed downwards. His struggles only delayed the inevitable. In a few more seconds his bum was naked, goosbumps across the Moon's surface when The Hitcher pulled away. He stood, still against the wall, genitals freezing in the night breeze wondering what was going to happen next from what he couldn't see behind him.
And then the eel came. Right up inside him.
2. Bainbridge was always one to love taking luxurious baths. especially after a hard days work in the laboratory, making Platypeels.
He reached for the soap, humming a tune as he prepared to rub-a-dub-dub.
But instead he grabbed an eel.
"HITCHER! One of your blasted tarnations is in…here…"
Instead of flopping about, the eel gave a vicious smile and wriggled out of his grasp, into the water again, and between his legs and…
Howling at the sudden rape occurring, he soon began to squeal, kicking about in the bath, sputtering. It was going in deep and fast, trained by The Hitcher in the art of anal rape.
"B-BOBBY! HELP! I NEED YOUR…A-ASISTANCE!" His last word was a high pitched upon the quick contact with his prostrate. Shuddering he gripped the edge of the tub, bucking and utterly perplexed at how the eel's natural slime made it lubricated. He even saw the end of the eel wriggling about in the water. It gave him something to stare at, naked and manly in the tub, with an eel finding the propulsion to thrust in and out of his orifice. Soon he could no longer resist the slimy fish's ministrations; its gills were ribbed for pleasure, its head and mouth suckering, the suction and fishy movements…
"UNG! B-Bobby…oh…oh Bobby…deeper…n-no wait….s-stop it eel…ungh…"
If anyone found out how much he loved Bob Fossil, well, his evil career would be over. Taking a deep shallow breath, looking about the privacy of his bathroom, he sank back into the water, moaning like a bitch as the eel wriggled faster and faster, un-shamefully enjoying the eel rape.
All the while the eel's owner was video taping it in the towel closet in front of the tub.
3. "Boss it…tickles…."
The twin had bent over to dust the table besides The Hitcher's chair. It all seemed awkward enough being asked to wear this ridiculous maid uniform…for women…and ruffle-frilly panties. But to houseclean in that wasn't enough.
The Hitcher smoked his pipe, reading his newspaper like usual. Seemingly not paying attention to the twin he ordered to wear that dress. That he ordered to vacuum, wash and dust the den.
But the other hand was not where it should be.
The twin bit his lip, shaking as he dusted the table legs, his ass being so groped and thumbed by his boss. He figured this wasn't normal behavior one should do to their henchman, let alone a maid. Maybe he saw some dust on the…the p-panties…yeah…boss wouldn't do…OH
The Hitcher continued to puff his pipe, appearing absorbed reading. But his hand now wander to cup his henchman's sack. That's when he squeaked and leaped, clutching his bottom.
"W-why you doing this for? W-what do you want? Boss?" He said fearfully, pushing the petticoat skirts down as much as he could hiding his pantyhose man-legs.
The Hitcher calmly set down his pipe, turning at last to face his frightened and groped twin. The look in his eyes wasn't what he thought was 'absorbed'. They were intense. With lust.
"Bend over the table and I'll show you what I want."
Blushing, the twin did so.
And when he heard The Hitcher stand up, and push him, crush him down, and ripped those panties off, the twin definitely knew what he wanted.
Their work relationship would never be the same again.
4. "Come on then, I haven't got all day!"
The twin startled and proceeded to wash The Hitcher's back. He was already surprised he was naked in the shower with the other man. But, he was his boss, he should do as he's told, and what better than to run his hands over glossy green skin to gain immortality?
That is when he got lower with the soap. He couldn't help but blush and become…uncomfortable when the Hitcher pressed against him to let The Piper's thicker, shorter arms wash and scrub The Hitcher's chest. In fact he could have sworn he heard a cockney moan from the geeza, but the din of the shower may have messed with his hearing.
The Hitcher grabbed The Piper's hands when they were moving away from his groin.
"You know pipah…" He purred in a husky tone, a tone the twin only heard when he was enjoying a particularly good rape or bottle of wine. "I've always liked you…and you're my loyal henchman, correct?"
"Y-yes boss?" He answered fearfully, arousing more than he thought he would at the sound of his boss's voice. It would pain him to let him know how attracted he was, a little to his boss…he pulled back from The Hitcher's lower back so he couldn't know what was going on down there…and how much it tortured him that his hands, in the shower together, were so close to the prize, were to held by The Hitcher's own…
"Why dont'cha 'get to know' me better?"
With a gasp the twin found his hands being wrapped around The Hitcher's own erection, slowly rubbing about the length.
"B-but sir…I…we're…m-men sir…I…" Oh G-God…
"tis alright if I tell ya to." The witch groaned, rubbing back against the twin who now was freely giving a slopping wet handjob to him, without the help of another pair of hands. "Besides I'll reward ya if ya get me off. How about that?"
"Y-yes sir. Oh I'd very much like that…boss…"
5. "STOP IT! AUGH! You bloody nutjob!"
Harold should never have copied them. Never. Ever. What a stupid idea. What a stupid idea.
"That's right ya bloody wanker." The Hitcher waggled his tongue like a snake as he pissed on the unfortunate soul underneath his boots. "That's whatcha get for pretendin' to be my squire!"
"YOUR squire?" He sputtered, the urine now hitting his face. He shut his mouth, squealing and rolling his head about as he was coated with the salty fluid. What, The Hitcher claims the REAL Howard as his…
"That's right you stupid git." The urine now was aimed at Harold's pants, making the whelp buck and squeal, now soaking there as well. "Imitating my personal prey you gutter-scum. I oughtta kill you after I make ya look like you wet yourself real bad now…"
"D-don't kill me! DON'T!" The man begged once the urine hit his chest again. The more and more it rained on him on the alley ground, the more and more he regretted the business venture. The more and more he wished not to die bleeding in a pool of piss.
"Unless you do something for me. …..ooh…yeah…" Finally the yella rain stopped.
But he didn't zip up.
"I'll d-do anything to live! I promise to n-never imitate Howard Moon again s-sir!"
"You bet you won't. Because you're going to have ta…make me happy boy."
Blinking droplets of yellow from his face when he sat up, he soon realized what he would have to do. And why The Hitcher didn't zip back up.
"I've got a cucumber waitin' to get eatin' boy." The Hitcher cackled.
Harold Boom got on his knees, urine dripping off his pants, shirt and nose, and got to work like the coward he was.