Wade Gets Snu Snued Pt. 02

Wade Gets Snu Snued

Part Two

by The Preve

Wade Wilson Created by Wade Wilson

The Author wishes to express his deepest thanks to Wade Wilson for his permission in writing this story.

The cameras installed throughout the facility were not cheap, out of date, state-of-the-art in 1985 viewers.

These cameras stood at the cutting edge; high definition, digital, recording everything in sharp color, from all angles.

They recorded the writhing, rippling, gyrating orgy in the showers; the almost comical sight of a young man's head, dark brown hair plastered wetly across his broad forehead, wide dark amber eyes staring, like a terrified puppy, at the vision above him.

The bottom half of the young man's pale face, buried between the muscular thighs of the woman grinding upon it.

The young man's fearful eyes rolling, infrequently, at the warm touch and taste of cunt flesh sliding, wetly, over his nose, mouth, and chin.

The woman performing the grind was the Grace Jones lookalike. Her actual name was Anisha Morris, a thirty-five year old designer and engineer from New York.

She also participated in weightlifting competitions on the side... and was one of the new facility's designers.

Wade, of course, did not know that. It likely wouldn't have mattered if he had. His mind and senses were in a state of distraction, caught between the fear of a giant woman, who could crush his head like a watermelon, and the scent of warm cum smearing over his face.

The view from above recorded Anisha's head, tilted back, eyes ecstatically closed, while her hard body, complete with rock hard ass, gyrated on Wade's chest.

The cameras offered a brief glimpse of Wade's flat belly, its pale, slightly flesh-pink skin contrasting with Anisha's glossy dark brown, rolling orgasmatically before panning down to the other body covering the young scout.

Pam's head and body obscured the rest of Wade. Her head bobbed up and down, her mouth worked Wade's cock with the expertise usually reserved for carefully selected costars.

Pam made it clear to the others: she had first dibs on the young scout's cock. She'd rarely in her life seen something that perfect on a male. Certainly she wouldn't expect something this beautiful on a young, skinny worm like this one.

Life's full of surprises.

Her throat took him deep. Her tongue slobbered around his shaft. She found a trigger, inadvertently, when she glided across its underside, near the glans.

Wade bubbled a loud moan into Anisha's cunt, and Pam's mouth burst with salty, nutty, cum.

"Whatever you're doing Pam, keep at it," gasped Anisha. "He feels like a vibrator here."

"Mmmm hmm," Pam was too busy drinking Wade to give a proper answer.

The other women showered and occupied themselves, while waiting their turn.

Anisha and Pam ground and gulped Wade until the former said, "Session's over Pam. It's Elsa and Sang's turn."

Elsa Bock, the eight-foot-tall titanic Teuton bodybuilder from Eisenhüttenstadt, and Baek Sang-Hee, the international taekwondo champion turned K-pop princess, smiled and took their turn.

Wade, spreadeagled on the tiled floor, in the brief interlude, tried and failed to process what happened.

Shock, awe, and post sex bliss fought a wrestling match in his head. Another pair of giantesses blocked his sight.

"Eep!" he gulped.

"Oooo, it looks like this one's schwanz is still up for it," husked the dark-haired Valkyrie. "You two didn't break him."

Wade followed her amused eyes to his cock, spearing like a periscope from his groin.

"Gee, I didn't know I could get that big," he detachedly thought before a pair of She-Hulk hands reached down and picked him up like a toddler.

"So how about it, Sang? Venus Flytrap?"

"Oooo, I've not played that in awhile," giggled Sang.

"V-V-V-Venus Flytrap?" gasped the young scout.

"You'll find out in a second, girly man," the voluptuous Valkyrie chuckled, setting him down. "Now sit."

Wade, always deferential and polite to women (enhanced by his Youth Scout indoctrination), did immediately as commanded.

Elsa and Sang took positions, and sat, in front and behind the young scout, respectively.

"Up and at 'em Wade," said Sang. "On my lap."

Wade gulped and scooted his bubble tush onto Sang's lap. What are they going to do?

Sang brought her arms around his body, took his cock, and stroked it hard.

Elsa scooted forward and spread her pussy. The wide-mouthed, brown-eyed scout watched that thick, meaty flower swallow his schlong like a second mouth.

The two Amazons closed the trap, with Wade between them, wrapping their long, muscular legs around each other.

Wade found himself wrapped in a vise of boobs, flesh, and muscle; squashed like a bug, his thin, lithesome, arms and legs splayed out from the hard-bodied cocoon.

"Flytrap!" chorused the two women in unison, to the claps, cheers, and whistles of the viewers, and they began to grind.

Wade found it difficult to tell which was worse (or better) in regards to pleasure and pain.

He could not see anything, as his head was trapped by pneumatic pillows, made of tit flesh.

He felt everything though, from his torso and thighs, crushed between the two rock-hard bodies, to his long, thick schlong, vacuum-pumped by a pussy that looked to try to take in his balls, groin, and pelvis, along with his cum.

Wade's soft grunts, moans, and gasps were absorbed into the giant Valkyrie's boobs. His thin arms made a futile attempt to find purchase around her back before giving up.

Elsa and Sang seemed more interested in each other, with Wade as a sex accessory. They drew closer together, in a test to see how much they could compress the young scout, before the insides squirted out.

Wade thought he might have heard a bone crack, but was too busy cumming to investigate.

The others watched the writhing threesome; all pussies were wet and dripping.

"Don't squish him too hard, girls," Anisha said. "There's others in the line, remember?"

Sang and Elsa gave a thumbs up. Wade's hand was limp.

Elsa milked Wade's cock until Sang signaled for a switch. She rose. Wade's cock slurped out, followed by a gush of cum.

The women took each other's place. Elsa to stroke, Sang to milk.

The semi-conscious scout had time to catch a few breaths before the session resumed.

Elsa's hands were larger, Sang's pussy, tighter, but the session was a repeat.

Afterwards, over the subsequent hours, Wade was passed around, used, and mashed by a bevy of the hottest, tallest, curviest, most vulvaed, and muscular women to walk the face of this green planet.

A bone crushing tsunami of gigantic, meaty pussies, humongous breasts, hard ball asses, power suction mouths, and bear trap thighs tenderized his body, and nearly wrenched his schlong from its roots.

Among them: Petra Petrovic, the 6'9", 300lb power lifter from Croatia, who held him down in a hard-bodied sixty-nine, nearly crushing his head into Wade jelly, while vacuum-pumping his hard cock of nerd milk. She gave his balls a few extra squeezes to squirt some out.

Zhang Bai, the 6'3", thirty-five year old mixed martial arts titan from Beijing, basically used Wade's tongue on her clit. She gave his head punishing thigh presses, should he make the mistake of trying to withdraw his tongue into his mouth.

The Aragon triplets, Elena, Sofia, and Valeria, all double D'ed fitness models from Uruguay, tag-teamed the already pussy-pounded scout's schlong, while holding his head captive in a triple-paired mammary trap.

Wade, by the time Aragon sisters got to him, had stopped begging, pleading, moaning, and groaning. After the Amazon horde fucked him into unconsciousness, he stopped moving as well.

He woke, briefly, sometime later. His body felt strange.

His groin and cock were resting on a hard surface. His arms were above his head, but some strange force seemed to pull gently at them from above. His face felt as if the blood were rushing to his head.

People were talking; the women.

"Wow! Just look at this ass!" said one.

Hands and fingers fell upon, and caressed, his ass and balls. His cock plumped against the hard surface..

Wade raised his head. His confusion cleared, along with his vision. He was viewing the rippling glutes of the woman carrying him over her shoulder.

"Careful girls," the woman, he didn't know who, said. "Let's give him some rest for a few. We kind of got carried away back there."

"I'm still horny," said another, joined by a chorus of agreements.

"We'll sleep in the barracks. There's a lot more room there than the dorms."

"Barracks?" Wade thought. "In a sports facility?"

He moaned and passed out.

He woke again, later, in the night, blinking, confused once again. A warm, damp cocoon immersed his body, at once soft, at once firm. Something was wrapped around his cock, caressing it like a wet satin purse.

Something was also at his back, stroking along his ass and butt crack, moving down to cradle, fondle, and gently squeeze, his balls.

Fingers?! Hands?!

They moved into the tunnel imprisoning his cock, to the secret spot just under his glans. His trigger, the place that set him off.

Wade gasped a soft, "Ah!" into the flesh of the woman against his front, flooding her vulva with a burst of cream.

He was trapped, in a bed, between two Amazons, one milking him, the other assisting.

Boob flesh, skin, and muscle smothered his slender, lithe body. He didn't know these two women. He was too exhausted, and drowned in sex, to care. His only option was to try and flow with their movements, and hope they would let him sleep.

****

Maxine strode through the barracks, viewing the sleeping women. "Barracks" though, was something of a misnomer, a throwback to the section's original function at a time of war.

Today, it was simply a large communal area, where the guests could hold "gatherings" and "slumber parties", as the regular dorms were too small for such things.

The beds were luxurious California Kings, strong enough to accommodate multiple couplers, evinced by the two to three sleepers per. The Thornbush Foundation spared no expense.

Maxine had some regret young Wade would have to await her ministrations. The women were highly energetic and Maxine's administrative work took longer than anticipated.

Plus, the Associates needed to be informed of the situation. Assurances had to be secured about the arrangements, and cover ups.

Still, her pussy couldn't help but moisten at the sight of the young scout's skinny, lithe body, sandwiched betwixt the luscious hard curves of Valsa Angström, "The Swedish Valkyrie," major action film star, considered a taller, hard-bodied Anita Ekberg, and Cass Gupta, the Mumbai Olympic Women's Decathlon champion.

Much of his head and upper torso were obscured by arms and tit flesh. One of his arms was draped over Valsa's waist; his hand moved, faintly, along her back.

His pale, naked, thigh was also visible, smooshed tightly, between the thighs of the other two.

A faint moan seeped up from the flesh pile, and the young man's thigh quivered.

"Such a sensual sight," thought Maxine. She wanted to partake but, "It's too late for that tonight."

Her wet pussy still needed service. Kris (the guard) can take care of that, maybe, or one of my toys.

****

When Wade woke the next morning, he was wet. He was also nude, on his belly, face down, on a bench.

And he couldn't move.

It wasn't as if he suffered paralysis. He ached from head to toe.

"I feel like I ran a marathon," he thought blearily. Then memory and realization returned. Oh frack!

He remembered a maelstrom of boobs, pussies, mouths, muscled arms, and bone crushing thighs that pumped, pounded, sucked, fucked, and broke him into boneless oblivion.

His last image was a large bed and two giant women. Now the questions: why was he on a bench? Why was he wet? What happened to his clothes? What happened period?!

Splash! One question got answered. The water on his nude body was hot, but not scalding.

"Hand me the towel, Kris, so we can dry him off."

"Yes Mistress."

Wade recognized Maxine's voice, and the voice of the guard at the gate.

"Mistress?" he thought, then let out an involuntary groan.

"Oh," said Maxine, "you're awake. The girls really took you out. You slept through the washing."

"Um, I... uh... can't move."

Of course you can't. Given what happened last night, I'm surprised you can even speak. The girls were pretty rambunctious."

"Um... the shower..."

"Oh, yes, I lied. That is the only shower for this facility, sorry. I thought the girls could use a little treat, well, not so little given what you have. They like some cock now and then."

Wade didn't know what to think or say. Crazy was too poor a word for last night. Technically, on some level, he should feel some outrage.

He'd been tricked after all, but the memory of all that nude flesh, the hands, the mouths, the pussies, the asses... His skin blushed rose, and caused a reaction from his vital part.

Maxine and Kris were very appreciative. Wade received the benefit of that appreciation, via the hands which first dried him, then oiled him for a massage.

Wade, face down, couldn't see what the two were doing, but he certainly reciprocated their appreciation.

"Wade, you have the best ass I've ever seen on a person, male or female. It's almost a shame you keep this covered with pants," admired Maxine, "and it's firm too. Have you shone this to anyone?"

"Um... er... only people in a... um... cosmetics class. Someone I knew was giving a class on hair removal, and she convinced me to... uh well... be the subject."

"Well, you must have made an impression."

"I... guess. It was... kind of awkward."

"Maybe less awkward, looking back?" asked Kris.

"Compared to last night? She has a point," thought Wade, but he only answered with a soft moan.

The women's hands roamed over his backside, kneading and molding his glutes, calves, back, and shoulders. They oiled him, thoroughly, from nape to feet.

Wade's cock was hard, almost painfully so, against the bench. So it was kind of awkward for Wade, when the time came for him to turn over.

He still found moving difficult, in spite the relaxing massage.

"We'll help you," said Maxine.

The two women turned the young scout on his back.

The coincidental thought, it could be said, which entered all three's brains, in some form or another, was the sound "Sproing!"

The view, for Maxine and Kris, was Wade's long, thick cock, standing straight and perpendicular, and pre-cummed, up from his nude, pale body.

Wade, on the other hand, viewed for the first time, them who'd massaged him to spear hard cockness, said sight making him even harder.

Maxine and Kris were hard-bodied, nude, and oiled; the contrast of body types providing an extraordinary, and sensual, vision.

Maxine was less surprising. Wade had an idea of her body type from their first meeting. Still, she was every bit as overwhelming as the others.

Her F-cups were well-placed on a body built to support them. Her torso was thick, but her toned abs laughed off any notion of fat.

The carpet displayed, over a thick and meaty pussy, matched the drapes. Red seemed a theme for Maxine, as her skin held a ruddy, freckled appearance.

In contrast, Kris, whom Wade would later find was short for Kristine Conway, was pale and wiry.

Her B-cups were an apt match for a body built for speed and agility.

Her face held a strong, elvish, appearance, with a pointed chin, slightly almond-shaped eyes, and a snub nose, matching Wade's.

A pixie cut crown of glossy black hair topped her whippet head, and her body, from below the eyebrows to her feet, was smooth and hairless as a newborn.

Wade's cock almost yearned towards the two women.

Both stared at his meat, and him, with hot eyes, licking their lips with hunger.

"Can we please oil that, Mistress?" asked Kris.

"I think his whole front will look better that way, Kris."

Wade's moan, whether from fear or lust or anticipation, he knew not, was audible.

The head to toe, and extensive cock, oiling of Wade Wilson, senior scout, earner of at least fifteen merit badges, and exemplar of youthful good conduct, proceeded for a considerable section of the morning.

It would be an understatement to say the experience was intensely arousing for the young man.

Maxine and Kris were experts, making sure to slick him up before proceeding in earnest.

Wade's body's reaction was more involuntary. Even with exhausted paralysis from the previous night's massive orgy, it was difficult, if not impossible, to hold still while two hot women oiled your balls and cock.

Wade's body arched up and down. Maxine didn't have to do much work with her hand, just watch and smile, while the young scout's oiled and slick schlong pistoned through her fist.

One moan from Wade, and a gush of cum bubbling out of his peehole, and the two women were spritzed.

"Wow!" goggled Kris. "He has so much!"

Wade, himself, felt some surprise at his volume. He'd self-pleasured (furtively) and had wet dreams (somewhat awkwardly), but the results never produced this much cream. He even opened his mouth to apologize.

Maxine, looking at the cum running over her hand, had a moment's shock. She'd had partners, of both sexes, before, but this young man was a wild card.

Where did this one come from? A youth scout, with a giant cock, and a cum fountain. God bless black swans.

She noted the apologetic look on the scout's face, and placed her cum-drenched finger to his lips.

"Don't apologize, Wade. You have a gift you should never be sorry for. Embrace it. Now, here's what is going to happen. You are going to lick my hand, and then me and Kris are going to fuck you to within an inch of your life. And then I'm going to tell you what we want you to do for the rest of your time here."

A less nice, more macho-oriented, man would have retorted some quip, or made some angry, defiant remark, or simply said no and demanded his clothes back.

Not Wade. Wade was nice, and extremely deferential to women. The kind of deference that made it easy to convince his participation in the aforementioned waxing and hair removal demonstration. Wade was a boy scout, through and through.

A deference that, given enough pressure, would see him do anything, and everything, a large, powerful woman commanded, unhesitatingly, without question.

So Wade, dark amber eyes wide, gulped, nodded, and with a "Yes, Ma'am," opened his mouth and began to lick.

The act was far beyond anything the young scout could ever imagine. Wade remembered a scene from a movie, where one main character performed an act like this.

I am definitely not telling anyone about it.

When Wade finished, Maxine and Kris did exactly what they promised, then gave Wade his instructions, and Wade's answer to them was, "Yes, Ma'am!"

To Be Continued.