It was definitely Scotty's _c_o_c_k_iness that got our Clown asses plugged at high speeds. Someone (MIGHTY BROTHER Dean I think) hurled an empty JD bottle at Scotty's clown face which luckily missed. So Evan decided to start the fun manually. He traipsed over to the bungee tower controls on the wall and dropped us.
Four quick clicks and empty air greeted out bullseyed asses. DROP. DROP. DROP. DROP. We hit our targets exactly.
"OOWW! _f_u_c_k_! OOOOFFF! OOOOOHHHH! _s_h_i_t_!" as the four of us got our butts impaled on our plug and then rocketed back up the top of our towers to start all over again. And there was no stopping it. Evan had constructed the towers, and the special cords to keep us dropping and popping all night if need be. We would drop down on our _d_i_l_d_o_s, getting butt_f_u_c_k_ed in mid-air, let out a humiliated "whoof" of air, and hurl back up. Picture it. Four jocks, naked except for clown make-up and wigs, muscular legs with floppy clown shoes kicking and wiggling when we came down on the rubber _d_i_c_k_s torturing our already spanked asses.
"Please! Please! Let us out!" we moaned and pleaded. UP, down, up down. As they pointed and laughed at us.
Suddenly on descent number five. The _d_i_l_d_o_ suddenly was stuck in my butthole. "Oof" I said, feeling torn apart as I was rudely captured. I squirmed, the _d_i_l_d_o_ was suddenly too big for my butt and I was stuck on it. My bungee cord remained taut, but wasn't strong enough to pull me off my buttplug. I looked over the others, they were also wiggling and moaning. The brothers had inflated our _d_i_l_d_o_s in the middle of the butt_f_u_c_k_. They were now lodged in our asses.
"Is it over?" Joey asked pleadingly. I felt my rump was stuffed like a Christmas turkey.
Suddenly we all heard hissing sounds coming from the direction of our buttcracks. We looked around, panicking. They were deflating our _d_i_l_d_o_s! We were going for another ride.
Jabba strode up to Joey and squeezed his erect _c_o_c_k_, and his clown nose.
JABBA: Not even close.
Wham! Our buttplugs deflated enough to release us! We shot upward even faster than before, coming down hard on EVan's cleverly constructed assplugs!
And that's how they left us. Bobbing up and down, begging and pleading for release. They shut the barn door on us and left us, butt_f_u_c_k_ed and bouncing, for hours like perverted puppets. I planned to win the next wrestling match, I thought, _c_o_c_k_ flopping in the air. OUCH!
The end, e-mail comments, critiques, ideas, the next story featuring the Mighty BRothers and their Butts (if I have a place to write it) will be my take on Robin Hood: Men In Tights. Heh.