1980's Workout DEIMOS - BANANA HAMMOCK! Hard Version

A new song began to play. Robert Palmer's "Addicted to Love" caressed Deimos' ears. Suddenly his manhood was completely erect.

It was an unnatural erection. His cock ached and throbbed... in a good way, but not in that recognizable, familiar manner. 

"You may be wondering why your penis feels the way it does, Deimos. Quite simply, to guarantee you provide us with a memorable performance, I have introduced a compound into the air. It's a potent male aphrodisiac from the planet Melkot Twelve."

"A compound from...? Hey, fuckface -- I don't need no help getting wood -- especially not from YOU!"

"No one is insinuating that you do, but you do have a tendency to be... obstinate. I'm not interested in your bad mood, Deimos, or your resistance. Neither are my guests. What interests us is watching you pleasure yourself."

Deimos growled under his breath. He was pissed... and oddly turned on. He resented being manipulated like this, but his cock felt so pleasantly strange, and it was so incredibly rigid, like a pillar of hairy concrete between his legs. It kinda made him forget he was angry.

He debated for a moment, then decided he had no choice, and truth be told, he didn't want a choice. All he wanted was to stroke his cock until he came. 

"Yes, Taro Demon. That's it. Reach for your penis. Masturbate for us. Goooood." 

Deimos played with his foreskin, rolling it over and off his engorged mushroom head, half smiling, half snarling.

"You win, Collector. You wanna see me nut, then get ready for a huge Goddamn explosion!"

"Excellent. But first, let's get you out of your singlet. My companions and I wish to see every naked inch of your perfect body. 

TO BE CONTINUED...

DEIMOS is © Copyright and TM 2017 Patrick Fillion / Class Comics Inc. All rights reserved. 

LINES: Fillion

COLORS: Cabrera & Fillion