Who's Laughin' Now?
"So what're we gonna do wid'im, Boss?" says Wheezy, a blue weasel wearing a button up shirt with a navy blue vest and unkempt tie hanging from his neck.
Smarty, a brown weasel wearing a white, double-breasted zoot-suit and magenta tie with a gem in the center looks at the insane mess in front of him, fidgeting with the gold chain hanging from his jacket.
"I say we just leave 'em here," Smarty says in his usual Brooklyn accent, "Ain't no tellin' when this tickin' time bomb is gonna explode."
"So we just leave 'em here? We need to get him some help, Boss." Wheezy says, taking a puff of his cigarette, its ashes falling to the floor of the white room.
Tipping his hat down to keep the fluorescent light out of his eyes, Smarty grins to himself, "For now... this is all we can do. Tell you what - you and the boys go lookin' for a doctor. Here, I got a card."
Smarty takes a business card out of his pocket, "While D. Goosechase is one of the best doctors I've ever heard of. Go see him and see if he'll take our friend here in as a patient."
"Never heard of this doctor, Boss, he that good?"
"I hear he's excellent. Now hurry up! Take the boys and get movin'!"
Smarty watches as Wheezy hops into the car with Greasy and Stupid, zipping off down the street to look for the nonexistent doctor.
He turns his gaze to his crazy friend, strapped to a metal table with his sleeves from his unbuckled straightjacket hanging from the edges.
"Psycho, my boy... you truly are gifted, did you know that?" Smarty says, getting closer, closing and locking the padded door.
"Aha! Hahahaha!" Psycho laughs, unable to form any real coherent words, "Hehehe-e-e-e!"
"Yeah, real funny," Smarty agrees patronizingly, "But you know what'd be even better? If you just lay there and let me do what I came here to do."
Psycho's blue eyes dilate - immediately, his irises and pupils shrink down to almost pinhole size, as a crazed, swirling spiral takes over both his entire corneas. His laughter becomes more intense as Smarty lifts the long straight jacket over Psycho's stomach, revealing a rather large, thick cock.
Psycho was diagnosed with a strange deformity causing his penis to be twice the size of the average human's phallic genitalia.
The flesh of Psycho's cock was often warm from being constantly erect. Veins protruded from his shaft, making it look as if his foreskin was wrapped much too tightly around the sixteen inch shaft. The tip was just as defined - the mushroom-cap shaped tip appeared swollen and almost always leaked of precum. The girth of the shaft alone is three inches thick.
It's not a wonder at all as to why this crazed weasel wore a straightjacket, especially one so long.
But why it was always unbuckled is another story. One that only Smarty and Psycho can answer.
Looking at the massive, monstrous cock, Smarty's heart begins pounding. The writhing weasel buckled to the table before him laughs and wiggles, struggling to get free.
Ignoring him, Smarty takes ahold of the massive shaft with both hands, drooling from the warmth in his palms. From the tip, a rather large bead of precum oozes down, tracing the bevel of a thick vein, landing on Smarty's hand.
Psycho laughs as he feels Smarty begin to stroke, kicking his legs and wiggling around more violently, trying his hardest to break free of the leather belts holding him down.
"Just calm down, will ya?!" Smarty scolds, hoisting himself up onto the table, "Trust me! We've done this a million times, you're not flakin' out on me now!"
"He! He-e-e he-e-e!" Phsyco laughs, kicking his legs a bit harder.
"Psycho! I can't... ugh," Smarty scoffs, mounting Psycho and sitting backwards on his stomach, coming face to face with his massive cock.
The glistening bead of precum is right there.The fellas ain't here... nobody would know. What would Psycho do? Tell someone?
With a massive, razor-toothed grin, Smarty clings for dear life atop the thrashing weasel, still struggling to escape his belted restraints. Smarty, leaning over to give the shaft a big, long lick, is jerked to the left, the right, and finally, he is bucked off the insane weasel.
"Stop laughing!" Smarty scowls, yelling over Psycho's laughter, "You know what happens when you keep laughin' like that? You die laughing!"
Psycho refuses to stop. He laughs so hard and so loud that he can't help but thrash harder and harder. The leather of the table's straps begin to stretch.
Psycho's cock grows even more erect, to Smarty's surprise. I gotta knock him out, he's getting out of hand!
Smarty reaches into his zoot-suit jacket's pocket, somehow pulling out a rather, abnormally large ACME mallet, hoisting it over his shoulders and aiming for Psycho's head.
Psycho frees his arms, thrashing his arms over his head and slipping off of the table from beneath the straps, landing on his head, laughing his crazed fit of laughter.
"Alright, wise-guy. I'm just goin' in for it!" Smarty drops the mallet behind him and throws himself at the lunatic weasel on the ground, trying as hard as he can to pin his wrists to the floor with his feet.
Psycho laughs as he picks up Smarty's left foot, stuffing it into his mouth.
Smarty looks back in shock, "Hey, why I oughtta...agh?" Smarty realizes that the feel of Psycho's tongue across his tired feed actually feels pretty good.
Psycho's wet, slimy, crazily unsettling tongue glides and caresses itself all around Smarty's foot and in between his toes, licking up the salty musk from his footpads, leaving a strong, pungeant scent and flavor in his mouth. Tugging on his outrageously spiky hair, Psycho's laughing is muffled to a satisfied, crazy, but contained muttering giggle.
Smarty takes this chance. He looks down at the massive, unnatural cock, stuffing the mushroom tip into his mouth and tasting Psycho's precum as it pumps glob after glob into his mouth.
Ah, it took me so long! Worth the wait... a cock like this ain't somethin' you can get ahold of every day!
Psycho's crazed body slowly calms down. His thrashing is lessened majorly and his twitching is almost ceased save a few jolts of energy now and then.
Smarty slowly engulfs the massive cock, unable to open his throat to welcome the monstrous girth. Something inside him tells him to keep trying anyway.
As the weasel forces the mutant cock into this throat, his airways become closed. Figuring he'd only have one taste, he ignores the fact.
Psycho's tongue slithers, weaving between Smarty's toes, warming his cold footpads. The feel of a claw or two slid across his taste buds, only exciting him a little more.
In Smarty's throat, Psycho's cock erects just a little more, lodging the large mushroom-like tip into his esophagus, pumping precum more copiously down his throat, forcing him to swallow every drop.
Smarty decides he should come up for a breather, but Psycho's cock is so large he can't pull it out by himself. Mumbling, he wiggles around, trying to motion for Psycho to pull out of his mouth, but Psycho ignores him, laughing.
Smarty struggles, feeling himself needing to inhale, but he can't. He stands on Psycho's stomach, his ass in the air, still bent over, his mouth full of the massive mutated cock.
Psycho laughs and rips Smarty's foot out of his mouth. Looking before him, Smarty's asshole is exposed. Psycho can't help but grab Smarty's hips with his sleeve-covered hands, pulling his ass toward his face and immediately shoving his long, sopping wet tongue deeply into the tight asshole.
Smarty reflexes to gasp, but instead, the massive cock refuses to allow it. Growing short of air, Smarty tries to expand his throat or even open his mouth a bit more - he can't. His mouth is as open as it'll be and his throat is preoccupied.
Smarty's eyes water as Psycho's tongue explores his asshole, caressing his walls and tasting him from the inside out. Thrusting his tongue in and out, Psycho giggles to himself, crazed and distracted.
Smarty feels himself losing more and more oxygen. His eyes feel heavy, but widen in fear; looking around the best he can, he notices Psycho's hips start to thrust.
He can feel the jamming of the monstrous cock slipping further and further into his throat, making it harder for him to see due to the tears in his eyes.
His glands moisten, producing more and more tears as Psycho's tongue travels further up Smarty's ass. His ass tightens around Psycho's tongue, making him be able to only lick further inside.
The two weasels moan in a strange, almost frightened pleasure. Smarty's airway is completely closed off, making him gag, unable to cough properly.
Mucus begins dripping from his nose as the pressure from being unable to breathe builds up in his lungs, in his head, behind his eyes.
Smarty can feel his eyes bulging as his drool seeps past the hard shaft blocking his airway; his face begins to turn a bit blue from being unable to breathe.
Psycho can only laugh as he plasters on a large, razor-toothed smile, blinking his eyes one at a time as he observes his tongue in Smarty's hole.
Still bucking his hips, a little faster now, Psycho laughs louder as he crams his tongue inside Smarty's ass as hard as he can, laughing harder and thrusting faster.
Smarty's nose begins running as his body tries to lubricate his throat, hoping that it'll be easier to help him breathe, but nothing at all can get passed the veiny monstrosity stuffed in Smarty's throat.
Gagging and muffling, unable to cough, Smarty can only ride along with Psycho's bucking, feeling the hot, wet sensation slithering in and out of his asshole while he unintentionally sucks and gags around Psycho's massive cock.
His fur becomes hot as he breaks a sweat. The heat rising in his body makes his musk smell stronger. The musty, wet, salty scent of the poor weasel only excites Psycho even more.
Before Smarty can brace himself, he feels Psycho's cock throbbing, twitching slightly and pulsating in his throat. Suddenly, unannounced, his throat becomes coated and clogged with hot, sticky cum.
Psycho laughs loudly, thrashing violently, flinging Smarty in all directions while his orgasm courses through is body.
"Ha! Ha-aagh! He-e-e he-e-e! Mmgh-ha haha!" Psycho laughs, moaning and pushing hard, cumming harder and excessively, filling the weasel's mouth until the cum has nowhere to escape except his nasal passage.
The cum provides lubrication, however, allowing Smarty to finally break free of the entrapment in his throat. Swallowing what he can, Smarty pants and coughs, wiping the mucus and cum from his nose and with his other hand, wiping the tears from his eyes.
He catches his breath for a moment, then looks over to the raving lunatic who's tongue is crammed into his asshole.
"Man, ya got some nerve gaggin' me like that! Wanted to show ya a good time, but then ya go and...a-and... mmgh!" Smarty is interrupted by an amazing sight.
Psycho has his feet stroking his own cock as more cum flows out. Smarty's mouth waters as he watches the salty, shining seed drip to waste down the veiny cock.
"I'll let it go this time, Psycho... but this stayed between you n' me, got it?!" Smarty grins, rocking his hips gently as Psycho keeps licking at Smarty's ass.
Smarty runs his tongue from the base of Psycho's shaft all the way up to the tip. The mess is invigorating and makes Smarty's heart slam against his ribcage.
"Psycho, sometimes I wish ya weren't so nutso. Maybe you'd actually appreciate all that I'm doin' for ya. You got yourself a nice gift here, ya maroon," Smarty laughs, moaning softly to himself, "Yeah... ooh, that feels real nice, Psycho."
Psycho only laughs as he digs his tongue deeper, as deep as absolutely possible into Smarty's ass, swirling his tongue around and slipping it back out again.
The flavor stays with Psycho, clouding his mouth with musky, sweaty flavors, along with the taste of Smarty's flesh. Psycho licks at Smarty's anus again, giggling to himself, slowly transitioning into laughter.
"No more laughing! What'd I tell ya?!" Smarty reaches over to where he dropped the mallet and picks it up, swinging it over his shoulder, "If ya keep laughing, you'll laugh to death! Now get back to business or ya get the... aye!"
Psycho steals the mallet from Smarty, hugging the entire handle in his arms, and leaning his head against it. Sitting up, his cock falls to the ground with a loud tap.
His cum oozes out onto the floor, running over Smarty's feet.
"Ya bum! Now we gotta clean this up before the boys get back here. You'd better help with this, you nut!"
"Hee-hee!" Psycho giggles, cuddling the mallet. He stands up, his cock hanging to the floor. Three inches of his cock is exposed from beneath the floor-length straightjacket, distracting Smarty from his worries yet again.
Man... I gotta get this place cleaned up before... ugh... but look at it! All that cum! It's goin' to waste! Maybe I should just make the boner go away. That'll work!
Smarty pushes Psycho to his back, making him kick and giggle like the maniac he is, making the mallet fall onto Psycho's head, knocking him out.
"Finally! Now... this is going to be fun!" Smarty giggles, lifting the massive cock in his paws once again, licking and suckling up the fallen, dripping cum.
He tastes the salty-yet-sweet sensation in his mouth as the air fills with an almost salted beef-like scent. Even when unconscious, Psycho's body just cannot control itself.
Licking faster, Smarty feels his own erection finally aching for attention. He reaches down and begins stroking himself as he swallows mouthfuls of cum, unable to get enough.
Breaking a sweat, Smarty licks faster and faster, his heat rising off him again. He begins thrusting his hips in his fist, his right hand scavenging for Psycho's asshole.
Finally, without a second thought, Smarty slams his thick, hard, albeit average-sized cock into Psycho's ass, thrusting hard and fast as he caresses the monster of a cock before him.
He traces his fingers slowly over the veins, feeling them bulging out from Psycho's foreskin.
"Oh man... Oh man, this dick is the most glorious thing I've ever seen!" the toon weasel can no longer control himself. His mind takes over his sex drive, causing his hips to thrust madly, pounding hard against Psycho's ass.
In his sleeping state, Psycho's smile remains plastered as small, gasp-like giggles escape his half open mouth.
"Yeah, real funny, Psycho, real funny... keep laughin' just keep laughin, heh! Ha!" Smarty's heart thumps harder, his pulse becoming auditory, loud in his mind. Reality seems to fade away as the poor weasel is engulfed in lust.
He is the one laughing now. No... I can't! I'll laugh myself into insanity! I gotta control myself. The boys, they'll be back soon!
Smarty laughs as he slams his hips against Psycho's ass, thrusting hard as his cock is swallowed over and over again by Psycho's tight anus. With each thrust, more cum oozes from Psycho's tip, providing more salty goodness for Smarty to lap up.
Smarty can't control himself. In a state of mania, he laughs. He laughs harder and louder than he's ever laughed before. Every swallow of Psycho's cum makes him feel happier, more satiated, more pleased.
His laughter suddenly becomes doubled as Psycho slowly wakes up. His insane giggles turning into manic bouts of laughter, grunts, and snorts.
The two weasels laugh together as Psycho claps in enjoyment; Smarty can only laugh and thrust harder, feeling his own orgasm approaching.
Feeling his cock throb and twitch, he laughs, "I'm... I'm heh! Ha-a-a haha! I'm cummin'! I'm gonna cu-u-um! Haa! Ha-ha-ha!"
Smarty releases his orgasm deeply into Psycho's ass, leaning down and lapping up more of Psycho's cum, caressing his cock tightly, almost romantically, since it's thick enough to caress in such a way.
His mind is altered, however. His body may be satisfied, but his mind is focused on one thing only now.
I need to get more of that cum!
Greasy, a weasel in a green zoot-suit, closes and locks the padded door, looking to Wheezy, worried now more than ever.
"Ya think the boss is gonna be alright?" he asks.
"Knowing Smarty?" Wheezy responds, blowing out a puff of smoke from his cigarette, "I dunno. But as long as those two are in a room together... ain't no tellin'."
"Looks like it's just you, me, and Stupid," Greasy sighs, looking into the door's tiny, barred window.
Smarty leans against a padded wall, laughing and resting a foot on Psycho's shoulder as Psycho strokes his own cock with his feet yet again, laughing along with his leader, snorting every time Smarty coughs from laughing too hard.
"They're gonna die if they keep laughing like that," Wheezy says, shaking his head and walking away.
The building echoes with moans and laughter, reminding the boys that a little pleasure can go a long way.