Free The House by Edward Lee

such now. A scrotum stretched to the point of shining, housing lumpen testicles the size of boiler onions. A penile shaft that, flaccid, measured sixteen inches long and probably four wide. A glans big around as a navel orange.
    "Holy shit," Leonard muttered.
    Then it was lights, camera, and action. "A delectable measure of talent," Plugger complimented as Sissy and Snowdrop fervently laved the elephantine genitals with their tongues. They were antsy tonight, fired up and nearly shivering in their zeal, for both were close to clinical withdrawal. "Twins of passion," Plugger commented, lounging back on the floor, manicured hands behind his head. "You, blondie," Rocco gestured Snowdrop. "Do that finger thing like last time."
    "Huh?" Snowdrop squinted at him.
    Rocco kicked her in the side of the head. "Stick your finger in his dickhole!"
    Snowdrop, her memory refreshed, was quick to comply. "A most tantalizing combination of sensations," Plugger pointed out. Snowdrop sheened her index finger with saliva and inserted it into Plugger's urethra, drew it fully in and out as Sissy masturbated the mammoth tube of flesh with both hands. Rocco articulated, "Yeah, it takes two hands to handle the whopper!"
    Rocco and Knuckles busted out laughter.
    Now Snowdrop was drawing two, then three  fingers in and out of Plugger's urethra.
    It took at least twenty minutes of proper attention before Plugger's penis came fully erect. And, erect, it proffered a terrifying vision. It looked like some strange, glistening and puffy sea creature. Eyeless, with a puckered mouth. Beneath which sat the bloated scrotum traced with veins.
    Rocco took the camera away from Leonard. "Okay, kid, here's where I take over. Hate to do this to ya but it's how Vinch wants it."
    "Um, what?" Leonard asked.
    "Have one of the bitches blow ya till you get hard, then fuck Plugger."
    Leonard stared. Blinked. Gulped. "You want me to, uh, sodomize  the man?"
    Rocco frowned, setting the Canon on his shoulder. "No, kid, you ain't gotta butt-fuck him. Get your willy up and fuck his dick. "
    "Um...oh," Leonard said.
    Plugger winked at him, grinned with—believe it or not—a gold tooth. "Step right up, my boy. It'll be grand! "
    Leonard sorely doubted that it would be grand. Sissy briskly sucked his cock amid a flurry of wet, smacking sounds as Leonard squeezed his eyes shut and thought very resolutely about the hostess at the Widow's Walk. He thought long and hard but, alas, it took some time before Leonard could achieve the necessary erection considering what he would resultantly be required to do with it.
    "Come on, kid," Rocco griped. "You're pissin' me off. Raise that crane and get with it. The Yankees are playing fuckin' Baltimore tonight."
    "Hurry!" Sissy whispered up to him, a grim plea in her eyes. "Don't get him mad!"
    It was a good point. Thus far, Leonard had managed to avoid Rocco's wrath, and he facilitated this simply by doing what he was told. Do as you're told,  Leonard thought desperately. Perhaps it was the fear element, then, but against all odds, Leonard finally achieved an erection—
    "Yeah, good, good woody, kid," Rocco praised from behind the camera. "Now fuck Plugger's dick and come in it."
    Leonard considered that these were perhaps the most absurd words ever spoken in the history of civilization. "That's the spirit, son!" Plugger elated, standing now and holding out the strange tube of meat. The urethral entry was already well-lubricated with Snowdrop's spit, so Leonard—
    —stared. Blinked. And gulped—
    —and then admitted his penis into Plugger's urethral tract.
    It was a tight fit, yet Plugger, the passive partner of this standing duo, made no protest. Leonard held Plugger's shaft as he moved his hips back and forth. More strained thoughts then, of the Widow's Walk's pert and horny hostess, the new girl on Charlie's Angels, Helga on Hogan's Heroes, the cover of Roxy Music's Country Life, and, the end-all: Mary Ann from Gilligan, and those