SPACE CADET vs THE PRICK - COLORS!

Poor Byron. 

The Prick had overpowered him easily. A few poisonous spines had  quickly leeched away the young hero's strength and drained him of all fight. Now he lay helpless on his back, in the middle of a cold, dirty, shitty back alley, while looming ever closer, the Prick laughed, confident in his victory. 

The often underestimated villain crouched over his prize. With a coarse, clawed hand, he caressed Byron's flat stomach and cupped one of his big, muscular tiddies. He tweaked Byron's nipple and suddenly, fear appeared in the youth's eyes. 

"You're soooo damn pretty! All that perfect chocolate... you make my mouth water, boy! This is my lucky Goddamn day! You... not so much!" 

Byron whimpered beneath his breath. He couldn't move -- paralyzed by the Prick's toxins. He couldn't speak, scream, or shout for help. He was completely helpless, and the Prick aimed to take advantage of that. 

"I just can't wait to get my hands on your big black cock, Baby Boy! The shit I'm gonna do to you -- UNF!!"

The small villain slipped his hand down into Byron's blue brief, slowing to appreciate the soft, curly hair at the base of the young hero's cock. He didn't linger there long, however -- he had other goals. Soon, his hand wrapped around Byron's sweaty dick, squeezing and coaxing the organ to stiffness. 

Within moments, the Prick produced Byron's impossibly hard penis from its confines.  Crouching between his victim's beautifully muscled, spreadeagled legs, the diminutive creep studied the beautiful pillar of solid flesh he clutched in his grasp. 

Byron began to sweat profusely as the Prick unfurled his velvety foreskin and exposed his wet knob. Languidly, repeatedly, the uninvited fingers rolled the silky flesh hood up and down, until finally a single bead of crystal-clear precum emerged from the slit of Byron's penis. 

"What a pretty, pink knob! And you're already leakin'! That's my Boy!"

Our young hero moaned in protest, but that only fired the Prick's loins even further.  Finally, the villain stuck out his monstrously long, slimy tongue. He flicked it at the opening of Byron's glans, sliding the tip inside and out, until more translucent liquid was produced. 

The Prick withdrew is grotesque tongue and licked his cracked lips, smiling with immense satisfaction. 

"Shit, stud... you taste so sweat. You're gonna make lots of cum for me"

He chuckled. There was malice in that laugh. 

"Yup... it's my lucky Goddamn day!" 

TO BE CONTINUED...!

LINES: Patrick Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion

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