Tag: FUCKMAN

FUCKMAN: A CHRISTMAS FUCKENING

December 20th, 2020

Commission for IftheArtistConstents (Minds), thanks again!

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
A creature was stirring, but twas not a mouse,
Not Santa, not reindeer, nor elves made a hush,
Pouring over her plans, it was the satyr; Krampus.
She prepared the spells from within her book,
She had vials of potions, ready to cook,
“I will destroy Christmas,” She muttered
“And there will be no more carols uttered.”
“I will be rid of that Jolly Saint Nick,”
“That piece of shit. That fat fucking dick.”
Krampus was not the only thing stewing
As some other kind of trouble was brewing
The dreaded Fuckman was lurking,
And Fuckman was wholly smirking,
He was sent by Missus Claus,
There was no time for him to pause.
Wearing naught but a panty mask,
He set about onto his task,
To defeat the satyr and her schemes,
And her anti Santa memes.
Krampus poured over her work,
Her cauldron bubbling, oozing murk,
Upon her door there came a tapping,
A form of Christmas kind of rapping.
Her cloven feet stomped towards the door,
As she strut across the floor,
A curious look up upon her mug,
“Who could it be, some kind of thug?”
“All the way to the South Pole.”
“Perhaps it is one of Saint Nick’s moles?”

Krampus stopped as she neared the door. She glanced behind her, the stench of magical herbs and incense hung in the air. She only held a candle in her hand. With the flick of her wrist, her gnarled, blackened wand flew to her hand. She pushed herself against the door, “Who goes there?” Answer if you dare!” She started to grumble, waiting for someone to call back to her. She shook herself, stepping away, “I must be going mad,” She cackled, “I should lower my usage of liquor, just a tad.”
Krampus turned and looked around her little hovel. She had not much more than a bed with a thick mattress, a pile of furs and blankets, and a few pillows in the bedroom in her meager bedroom. The main room served as a makeshift kitchen stocked with mostly knives and the biggest area was where she prepared her magical components and spells. Salts, herbs, dried magical fruits and a hatred of Christmas were what he used to prepare her spells.
She looked at herself in a cracked mirror that hung on the wooden wall. She glared at herself with bright yellow eyes that were filled with a hatred of Christmas. Her hair was a dark forest green, short and ragged just like the hair on her cloven legs. They stomped across the floor with an anger towards holiday joy. The horns on her head that she so desperately desired to use to gore anything bright red and bright green were gnarled and black. The black robes she wore hung loosely on her shapely form, large breasts, thick thighs and wide hips that all hated that jolly Saint Nick in one way or another. Did I mention that Krampus really despised the holiday season? Every year around Christmas she hid in her little hole beneath the ice of the South Pole, as far away as she could get from that jolly fat oaf and everything happy.
But this year, oh, this year was different. Krampus had a scheme, a scheme to suck all the joy from the world. She grinned maniacally as she returned to her work. She jumped as her door was kicked in. She grabbed her wand and turned to face the intruder. A man clad in no clothes, nothing more than a panty shaped mask on his face and an in season hat on his head. He wore nothing but oil on his skin, “Vile witch,” The man growled, “I’m here to stop you from destroying Christmas!”
“Foolish Fuckman,” Krampus hissed back, “You’d be better off if you turned tail and ran!”
He slammed the door shut behind him, keeping out the cold air. He dropped low and started to approach her. She slung a spell or two, neither doing much as he slowly and confidently walked to her. Both bounced off the oil on his skin, “Prepare to face the Cock of Justice.”
Thinking quickly, Krampus grabbed one of the potions she was brewing, a special curse that had been festering for years. As Fuckman reached to grab her, she splashed the brew in her face. He panted as he tried to recover from the witch’s magic. She started to cackle as he tried to rise, “What did you--” He stumbled and fell, “W-what!?” He faltered again, his strength leaving him.
“You must take your time!” She laughed, “To do anything, you must rhyme!”
“You’re lying!” He tried to lunge at her.
Krampus easily side stepped his attack and gave him a playful smack on his ass, “Alas, poor boy,” She mused, “Why not give up and become my toy?”
“No. I never will! I-I’ll...” He paused as he tried to rhyme, “Kill?” He tried. He felt some power return, “I, um, will defeat you. And it will... be easy too!” He readied himself for another attack, “Hey, this is kinda easy,” He mumbled to himself, causing him to stumble again.
“End these childish games. Join me and assist with my aims.”
“I have to stop you!” Fuckman growled, “And I know just what to do!” Fuckman moved his arms straight up, “Forgive me, Missus Clause. But I must, to release myself from the witch’s claws.”
“No! It cannot be!” Krampus cried as he began to glow, “Do not do this, hear my plea!” She begged.
Fuckman was stoicly silent as his body began to glow. Bright beams of red and green rained from the heavens, “Vile evil doer!” He shouted in a commanding tone, “I will bring an end to your grandeur!” He cried, “Christmas Ghosts! Give me your power and joy so that I may end her boasts!” All at once, the lights shot into the muscular, oiled body of Fuckman. He screamed as the power of the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future fuckings and horny all flew into his body. He screamed aloud, the power coursing through him.
“This is Chrismas’s power,” Krampus gasped. She suddenly scowled, her resolver was steeled, “It will have no effect on me! I am too sour!” She raised her wand, preparing a shield to block whatever magic was thrown at her.
Fuckman cried loudly as the power left his body. A bright Christmas colored beam filled with all the joy and magic of the season crashed into the shield that Krampus had erected. She cried out as the strength of the attack caused strain on her body. She felt time slow down as her black shield shattered, she gasped as the beam struck her. The power entering her pushed the air from her lungs and made her fall to her knees, “How?” She gasped, “I--” She paused realising she had to abide by her own curse, she had to rhyme to maintain what little power she had, “W-wow...” She shuddered as she felt something in here. A warm-- No, hot, boiling sensation. Her nipples felt uncomfortably hard. She started to rub them, causing a moan to escape her lips. One hand went to her groin, rubbing her wet cunt as she kept feeling hornier and hornier, “What is happening to me? The ghosts of fucking and horny, it has to be!”
“Surrender yourself to me, witch,” Fuckman growled, his cock red and throbbing, completely hard, “Or don’t. I care not, evil bitch.”
“Never,” She moaned, “T-though you seem quite clever. B-but...” She trailed off, hardly able to speak as she rubbed herself. With the failure of her rhyming on account of how horny she was, the last of her magical strength was sapped from her body.
Fuckman lifted her in his arms, taking her to her bedroom. As soon as she was lain on her back, the Christmas hating witch removed her clothing. Her large breasts and pussy were made visible to Fuckman, who grunted as his cock throbbed, “Hateful witch, I will make you mine,” He grunted as he climbed onto the bed, “With this cock of mine, I will make you feel divine.”
He began to touch and feel her lewd parts, one hand fondling a nipple and the other rubbing her clit. She cried loudly and shuddered, “Come, boy,” She grunted at the young man as she panted “Show me a bit of that Christmas joy,” Fuckman nodded silently and grabbed hold on her fluffy goat legs. He touched the surprisingly soft hair and ran his finger through it. She grabbed his cock and pushed herself towards him, “So big and thick,” She purred, making Fuckman’s face glow red, “Shove it in, boy, that should do the trick,” She stroked him as she was brought to the edge of the bed. She lined his member up with her gash, incredibly excited to be pierced by it. It slid easily into her tight cunt. Fuckman grunted and Krampus moaned loudly. He slid his cock back out, his hips brushing against her soft thighs. He slid back in with a somewhat wet, sloppy noise. The man’s hands wandered the satyr’s body, one moving to her hip and gripping it tightly as he thrust into her. His other hand grabbed her boob, fondling the soft warm sack of meat, causing her even more pleasure.
His thrusting continued, shoving himself into the witch. He groaned and moaned, the tight, hot and wet tunnel driving him mad as a furious lust took over. He leaned over her, plowing Krampus as she cried out, “Fuckman! Fuckman!” She called his name.
He wondered for a second if that counted as a rhyme. He realised he didn’t care if it did or not, all that mattered was violently thrusting with the power of Christmas joy into the witch, “I-I’m cumming!” He announced as the pressure snuck up on him, preparing to burst into the woman, releasing his seed.
“Cum in me!” She shouted as her fluffy legs wrapped around him. He couldn’t pull out, her legs were surprisingly strong. He gave in, knowing what he had to do. As the Fuckman violently splurt into Krampus, his balls draining as the Christmas spirit and cum shot into the satyr’s womb. As the precious baby making fluid filled her, she felt a warmth in her heart. They say as the Fuckman had his way with her, or as some say; her way with him, her heart grew three times that day. She hugged the man, running her hands over his muscles before he got off of her and stepped back, nodding in satisfaction as he gazed upon the cum that leaked from her. She smiled and crawled under the blankets, “Come lay with me boy,” She smiled with love in her eyes, “Continue to bring me so much joy.”

Krampus hummed a Christmas song as she stirred the food she was making for her holiday feast. She sipped on the glass of wine that sat near her with a smile on her face. She loved the Christmas season, she found it almost silly how much she used to hate it. She carefully took the roast out of the oven, being extra cautious due to her baby bump. The house was toasty warm, contrasting the snow that littered the ground outside. Five stockings hung over the fireplace, with a tiny sixth one next to them for the yet to be born baby. She was a little disappointed it wouldn’t be a holiday baby this year. She sighed as she stared out at the sky, wondering what old Saint Nick was up to on Christmas day. She shook her head. It didn’t matter, she had already moved past that.
She smiled and softly scolded her three little children for demanding their feast, “It will be done soon, return to your toys,” She grinned ear to ear, “You will have to wait another year for more Christmas joy,” All three children groaned at her rhyming, just like they did every time.

FUCKMAN: DON’T FEAR THE REAPER

December 3rd, 2020

   Commission for IftheArtistConstents (Minds), thanks again!

Who I am is not important, what I am about to do is. Hundred grand for the capture of the dreaded Fuckman. Bounty hunting isn’t a bad job, really. Its not hard to bring unmarried men to justice, especially the more ‘difficult’ to catch ones. I find it fun, really. I sat in the bar, cash still weighing down my purse from another successful job. Some mummy had me catch her man. I guess he was too scared to jump into the arms of his ‘mummy mommy’ as she called herself. I wanted to wretch at the thought.
I drank my cherry lemonade, the sour taste stung the sore in my mouth, but I loved the dark red drink so much. A lot of girls like me, red caps, to be specific, tried to get away from the aggressive and violent stigma by keeping as far away from the color red as much they can. But I reveled in it. Red clothes, red eyes, and red hats specifically. I didn’t dye my hair red, but it was a nice raven black and I kept it somewhat short and almost always messy. I tapped my fingers on the counter of the bar as I anxiously waited for my next job. The mommy-- Mummy thing had been a week ago or so and I needed something new to work on. I was jolted awake as my cell phone began to ring. I picked it up and growled into the microphone, “Red Reaper,” I announced my presence with a raspy voice. Red Reaper. I had been calling myself that for quite a long time. Like my villain or anti-hero name. I--
“Hi, sweetie!” A cheerful voice greeted me, rousing me from my thoughts.
“Mooooom...” I groaned, hiding my now red face, “I told you not to call me on my work phooooone!”
“Oh, I’m just checking in on you,” She giggled. My mother wasn’t another red cap. I had been born to a very sweet echidna. I was the black sheep, the outcast amongst her children. But I-- “Sweetie... Are you mumbling to yourself again? What is it called? Monologuing?”
“N-no!” I cried a little louder than I meant to, “I-I mean, I’m just trying to remember stuff. D-Don’t worry about it.”
My mom laughed to herself, “Alright, alright. Sorry for teasing you. Want me to let you go?”
“No... I’m happy to hear from you...” I admitted to myself and to her in a quiet tone. Despite being so different from her, I loved my mom, “L-love you, mom. I’ll come by soon, okay?”
“Alright, sweetie. I love you too. Make sure you bring your boyfriend this time! I want to meet him!”
My heart sank-- I made sure to stop mumbling to myself quickly so my mom wouldn’t hear what I nearly uttered aloud. I didn’t have a boyfriend. I had lied to my whole family during Thanksgiving dinner just to look cool. There was no way I could go home without one. Mom would definitely know something was up, “Uh, yeah... If he’s not too busy. He’s such a hardworking, busy guy, ha...” I chuckled quietly.
“Well, I just hope he has enough time to spend with you! I’ll let you go sweetie, I’m sure you are very busy.”
“See ya mom... Say hi to dad for me and any of my siblings that come around.”
“I will,” She hung up. I listened to the dull tone that came out of my phone’s speakers as pain shot through my soul. I couldn’t find a man. It was tough out here in the city. Its not like any man would WANT me either. I was too brutal and angsty for a man and my breasts, hips and ass were all too big for any man that enjoyed girls my height. I sighed and stared down into the dark red drink. I started to chuckle as I imagined bringing home Fuckman himself to my mom. What would she even say if I had bagged a serial mamano rapist?
I jumped as my phone buzzed again. I picked it up slowly and looked at the touch screen. I expected another text from my mom. Instead I got a text from a familiar number. My informant, ‘Fuckman has struck again,’ followed by an address. My heart skipped a beat. I might still have time to catch up to him. I threw down more than enough money to pay for my tab and hurried out the door, running to my pickup truck.

I sped over to the old docks. Not many girls or boys make that area their home, so its a safe bet that whatever happened here was less than legal or needed to be kept on the down low. I pulled up to the warehouse and shut off my engine. A few sabbath members were milling around the outside of the warehouse, pretending to be busy. I shut off my car and grabbed my tattered red cloak as well as my foldable, extendable scythe that I lovingly called ‘Death’s Finger.’ I pulled the hood over my raggedy hair and stepped towards the warehouse. The sabbath members didn’t stop me, probably on account of my fearsome aura. The inside of the warehouse was much less busy. Very few dared to actually enter the gruesome scene. There were clothes scattered about, about enough for five girls along with a handful of cum blasts that stained furniture and the walls. There was one spot where it looks like a girl had taken at least four massive loads to the face.
There was a goblin sitting in a chair, crying her eyes out as four powerful mamano tried to help her. She was inconsolable, babbling somewhat madly, “I saw him! He was HUGE and his dick was GIGANTIC!” She wailed as I approached. One of the baphomets gave me a glance but went back to listening to the goblin.
“Tipp,” An arch gremlin sighed, “Calm down. Its not like he murdered them--”
“HE DID!” She snaps, “He raped THEM! We’re mamano! WE are the ones meant to be doing the raping! How can those girls live with themselves now!” [See ‘Fuckman VS the Loli Menace Vol. 7’ for more information!] She cried out again, “We were joking around about catching him! And he got us! He fucked them! All of them! Ashe, Blue, Wolfe, Jay and poor Gizmo! They didn’t deserve that!”
“Can you tell us anything that might help us catch him?” I demanded.
The arch gremlin turned to me, “What the hell are you supposed to be? You don’t look like any of us on account of those big honkers.”
I tried not to be hurt about the big breast comment. To be fair, all of these sabbath members were pretty flat, “The Red Reaper!” I proudly announced in my most menacing voice, “I’m going to bring the dreaded Fuckman to justice!”
She looked me up and down and shrugged, “Your funeral, or wedding, I guess. Tipp, why don’t you tell the goofy girl what you know?”
I hid a scowl from her and looked at the goblin. She nodded quickly, “He-he loaded each of them into a van. It was... Black? I think? A-and it had some words on the side. I-I think it was a plumbing company?”
I quickly texted the info I had to my informant, “When? When did this happen?”
“T-this happened just this morning.”
It wasn’t much, but my informant had their way of finding stuff. I didn’t know who she was, but she had been on the Fuckman case for a while now. The sabbath leaders continued to try and calm the goblin down. Quickly, I received a photo within a text. It looked like a photo taken from a security camera. Didn’t really seem like it was nearby. I flashed it at the goblin, “This look like it?”
She nodded, “D-don’t go after him! He’ll fuck you too!”
I scoffed as I turned to leave, “I’m gonna fuck the Fuckman.”

My first stop was the address on the side of the van. It was on the other side of town, but I made it there pretty quickly. I found the small building and stepped out of my car, weapon in hand. The sky was dimming quickly, it was already a nice orange hue with a slight amount of dark blue or purple. I always did enjoy the twilight of the evening. I skulked up to the windows, sneakily trying to take an unnoticed peek into the building. Everything inside looked dusty, and whoever had been here had left in quite a hurry. They seemed to have left all of their tools behind, but probably took whatever valuables they had with them. I glanced around, it didn’t seem like anyone was looking at me. With... Some skill, I managed to pick the lock on the door, only breaking one lock pick this time. I stepped inside carefully, looking for any kind of clues I could scrape together.
I sneezed as I kicked up some dust with my mere presence, “Uuuugh,” I groaned to myself, “Stupid dust,” I grunted as I kept looking around. This place must have been abandoned shortly after mamano came into this world through those portals. I found mostly plumbing equipment that had been left behind and left to gather dust. I put up with the dust and cobwebs as I desperately searched through drawers and cabinets, I needed SOMETHING. I HAD to find a clue! I HAD to be the one to be the one to catch Fuckman! Everyone would know my name! They would hear ‘Red Reaper’ in a whispered voice and get shivers down their spines! I’d be famous! Rich! I’d have friends and--
I stopped myself during my monologue. I sighed as I found next to nothing. I did find a ten dollar bill at least and I could buy some ice cream and-- “Who am I kidding?” I asked myself, interrupting my monologue as I sat on the floor, “What the hell am I doing?” I hugged my legs to my chest.
“Playing detective?” I sneered at myself.
“No, I’m being a hero!” I replied, desperately trying to convince myself, “You saw how that goblin was sobbing!”
“Pfft,” I scoffed, “She was just upset he didn’t fuck her. You just want Fuckman to fuck you, don’t you? You don’t care about the money. You don’t care about the fame like you think you do. You’re all talk, you just want Fuckman to fuck you so you can wind up in an easy relationship like those other girls!”
“No!” I cried, “That’s not true! I have to catch him, I have to catch him so everyone will take me seriously!”
“No one will ever take you seriously,” I snapped, “You’re sitting on the dusty floor of an abandoned plumbing shop. Not even Fuckman would fuck you.”
I stopped. I was in over my head. Way, way over my head. I wanted to go home. I wanted a way out of this case. Maybe tonight I would tell my informant that I was dropping out? Over a nice big tub of ice cream. I gripped the 10 dollar bill in my hand, “Rainbow sherbet? Oh... Cookies and cream?” I asked myself, daydreaming about the sweet flavors.
I jumped as my phone started to vibrate. Why did it always go off when I was the least prepared for it? I grunted and glanced at the screen of my work phone. It was my informant. A simple text, ‘If you’re at that plumbing place, you’re really close to where this van was last spotted,’ A picture of the van sitting in an old riverside parking lot that must have been a prime spot for young couples to go make out, ‘Better hurry though. It could be on the move soon!’
I had cold feet. But I might as well check it out since it was close to my favorite ice cream parlor. I doubted he would be there. No way he would. Even if he was, he’d probably just scowl at my body and leave. I cursed my large breasts again, all the fat in my body was probably going right to them, but I craved ice cream. I replied quickly with, ‘OMW’ and left the store, locking the door behind me. I hopped in my truck and looked at myself in the rearview mirror. I gave myself a small smile and pulled away from the building.

I found the van exactly where my informant had told me I would. It sat alone in the dark, my headlights illuminating the van. I looked around, I didn’t see a single soul. It was late but young mamano couples didn’t really need to worry about hiding their affection for one another like human teens had to. Not like I would know anything about relationships-- I stopped myself before I could end up on another depressive tangent. Just check out the van and leave. That's all I needed to do. Then I could go buy my ice cream and go home to cry-- I mean, have a nice evening to myself and watch a nice horror movie.
With a hesitant sigh, I stepped from my warm truck and into the cold night. I pulled my cloak around me and raised the hood. I had my scythe, ‘Death’s Finger’ hidden under my cloak, ready to go. I had never really needed to pull it out, to be honest. Most nerds I caught came quietly. I walked up to the black van, leaving my truck running so I could use the headlights to see. I yawned, my mind focused on going home. I had already made up my mind on quitting this case so why was I here? I didn’t really know. I grabbed the back doors of the van and tried to open them. Surprisingly, it opened right up for me. I stared into the back, into the dim chamber. There was a soft looking mattress on the floor of the van along with pillows and blankets. Was someone living in here?
My pointed ears twitched as I heard a noise behind me. I turned to look at whatever had made the noise. My heart stopped as I stared up at him. Fuckman was here, “Oh fuck, oh god, oh Maou!” I cried aloud as my quiet monologuing turned into a loud cry. He was big. Like six feet tall and completely naked. His body was covered in some kind of oil and his face was obscured by that panty mask I had heard so much about. His muscles were rippling as he stood over me, looking down. He hesitated, looking somewhat confused as I started to panic, “Uh, uh, uh,” I stammered loudly, none of my one liners coming to my head as I drew ‘Death’s Finger,’ without another thought, I started to swing at him. He cried out as my demon silver weapon tore through his naked skin, quickly draining the energy out of his body. I stood over him as he collapsed, “D-die, Fuckman. You don’t belong in this world,” I finally stammered out, even if I had already defeated him. I started to giggle, then laugh. I had done it! I had beaten Fuckman! Of course, I found it a little strange that the demon silver had worked, I had heard before that the Fuckman was immune to it. I cackled as I went to my truck and got a bag and some rope. I put the bag over his head and tied his hands together then tied up his legs. I dragged his limp body to the back seat of my pickup and dragged him in. I threw a blanket over his body and continued laughing. Home. I had to get home. I needed to get a picture or something. I had to prove it.

I giggled all the way home. Screw ice cream! I had HIM! I can buy all the ice cream I could ever want after I collect that bounty! I pulled up to my apartment and parked as carefully as I could despite my excitement. I quickly unlocked my front door first and left it ajar. I was thankful for once that I had a first floor apartment. I glanced around, even if one of my neighbors did see me dragging someone into my home, it wouldn’t really matter. All sorts of mamano drag men home. I went back to my truck and carefully pulled Fuckman out. I pulled him into my home and locked the door behind me. I tossed him onto the bed, still wrapped in the blanket and rubbed my hands together, “Oh boy, oh boy,” I grinned as I excitedly grabbed my camera. Hundred grand. All mine. Or... Ours? “Am I gonna rape him?” I asked myself, “I guess as revenge for those girls... I should, right? Finally get my man...” I nodded. I felt a little disappointed, it almost felt wrong.
“Ugh...” I heard him groan.
“Are... You awake?” I asked quietly as I carefully removed the blanket. I stared into the mask of Fuckman. The panty mask with that weird male symbol on the forehead. He glanced at me, “Finally caught you, Fuckman,” I cackled as he probably rolled his eyes at me under the mask, “All mine to do whatever I want to!” I slapped a hand on his oiled chest somewhat playfully.
He shrugged, “Yeah, I guess you win, Red Reaper.”
“Y-you know my name!?” I gasped as I stared into his mask.
“Of... Course! I know the names of all my enemies, Red Reaper.”
“Well, I am a hero-- Villain worth knowing!” I cackled once more in a menacing voice, “I suppose...” I straddled him, “I can do whatever I want with you,” I removed my cloak, revealing my tight fitting red shirt and black jeans, “I have to know... Why? Why fuck all these girls?”
“Justice,” He grunted, struggling a little against the rope that bound him. I merely gave him a confused look, “Don’t you see? Girls like you, those sabbath members and gremlins, all of you need men like us to fuck the misguided evil out of you.”
“Us?” I echoed, a little concerned now. Every report I had heard, Fuckman never spoke, “A-are there... Fuckmen?”
“Every man has it in them. A boner... For justice! We just lack the power, the physical and magical might to defeat mamano like you! I showed you mercy in your moment of panic and weakness! And... Look where that got me...” He sighed and flopped his head down in defeat, “I’m not worthy of the mantle. Of the mask. Do as you want.”
With a fast motion I got off of him, leaving him to grieve alone. I looked at my camera. One hundred grand. Just take a picture and upload it to where people talk about ‘The Dreaded Fuckman,’ “But every man on the street could be Fuckman!” I realised aloud with a gasp, “This is just one guy! I doubt he even knows anything!”
“Just up the bounty! Double it! Sell this Fuckman! Who cares if Fuckman keeps showing up and fucking girls in the criminal underworld! Its not your problem!” My other voice demanded.
“B-but...” I stammered as I kept thinking, “My own man,” I whispered, “Mom will be proud of me. What do I get if I collect the bounty? A hundred thousand or two? Maybe my name will be known but probably not... Maybe more jobs in the future? Crippling loneliness?” I turned to Fuckman suddenly, “YOU!” I screamed at him, “Do you like these!? My FAT FUCKING breasts!?” I tore my shirt off as I demanded an answer from him.
He nodded quickly, “T-to be honest. Those are some of the best tits I’ve ever seen. Y-you’ve got a really nice body.”
I looked at his body. I didn’t feel like he was lying and his quickly stiffening member was surely telling the truth. The money didn’t matter. The fame didn’t matter. The only thing that DID matter, was that I got the dicking of a lifetime, one that only the-- A Fuckman could give. I grabbed a knife and cut Fuckman loose. I only cared about one thing right now. He looked at me in abject confusion and hesitantly sat up, “Look. I know I talk to myself, monologue, dialogue, all of that. But... I need you to fuck me. Fuck me into a good girl.”
He nodded and pulled me into his lap, his hands running over my body and paying special attention to my chest. He grabbed my fat breasts and gently squeezed both, one in each hand. I moaned and grinded against his hard cock. He squirmed and pulled me off his lap, forcing me onto my back. Leaning over me, his hands assaulted my nipples and areola, teasing and playing with them. I gasped as my nubile form felt the warmth of a loving man’s curious and gentle touch. He stuck his thumbs under his mask, lifting it up and revealing his mouth. I touched his shaved skin and brought his face towards mine for a long, passionate kiss. I smiled as he pulled away, returning to my breasts. I felt like I had finally found my man. ‘Fuckman’ continued riling me up, getting my body ready for our long love making session. I was already wet, I was afraid my wet pussy would dampen my black denim pants as well.
I continued to moan and squirm as he pinched, licked, kissed, sucked, rubbed and felt my nipples. I propped myself up a little bit with one of my pillows. He was completely hard already, throbbing as he delighted in my soft, pillowy breasts. He grabbed my hips and rolled me onto my stomach, my legs dangling over the side of my bed. With a firm tug on the hem of my pants, he pulled them down. In another swift motion, he peeled my panties off of my sopping wet cunt. I grabbed a pillow, anxiously hugging it as ‘Fuckman’ grabbed my hips. I moaned as he slapped my ass firmly with an open hand. He chuckled in between excited, horny pants for air. I pouted, only for my back to arch violently as his throbbing cock was gently slid into my gash, “Aw!” I cried aloud, “Fuck! Turn me into your Crimson Cocksleeve!” I wailed.
Without a word, he firmly grabbed my hips once more. He thrust slowly and carefully at first, testing my limits as his member pierced me, diving into my womb and then sliding back out with only the head still in me. He grunted and moaned as my hot, wet cunt begged him to cum. I was loud as I cried out in pleasure, it was almost too much to bear as my mind went blank and I started mumbling aloud to myself almost incoherently. Fuckman slapped my ass again, making me cry out as he thrust deep into me with a violent, wet, sexual, slapping noise. I swore loudly again, at least I think I did. It might have just been a random scream as my body prepared for a violent orgasm. My back arched as my fat rump got another slap. I gripped his hands, keeping him latched onto me as my pussy quivered and leaked. He stopped thrusting into me, I could feel his cock throbbing, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” I demanded with an angry snarl.
He leaned down, putting his weight on top of me. His hands went to my breasts, fondling and teasing again. He started to thrust again. I had already orgasmed, but I doubted my now sensitive nipples and pussy would let me last very long against his violent cock assault. He thrust and thrust, the scent of the oil slicken across his body and the sweet intoxicating aroma of sexual pressure mixing in the air. It was a wonderful scent. There had to be something in that oil, the way the scent made me feel almost numb and raised how horny I was. But I wasn’t focused on that then. The only thing I was focused on was the man fondling and fucking me. He grunted as the loud plap, plap, plap of his thrusting sped up, “I-- I’m--”
Taking hold of his arms, forcing him to stay close to me and fruitlessly trying to wrap my thighs around his hips, I cried out my demand, “Cum in me! Inseminate my womb! Make me your wife! Make me your good girl!”
“Yes... YES!” He cried out, thrusting violently into me. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I orgasmed just as powerfully as before, if not more so, in response to his splooge flooding my womb. I kept orgasming as his cock continued throbbing, emptying his balls violently into me. I was shouting and screaming as he grunted and moaned into my ear. With the last of his precious baby batter shot into me, he collapsed, panting and sweating as he lay over me, semi-hard cock still stuck firmly in me.
Struggling to wiggle out from underneath him, I felt his load gently trickling down my leg. He lifted himself up, letting me loose as I tried to shove the cum back into my snatch. I looked at his mask, only his mouth visible. I took hold of it and peeled it off his head. He looked at me nervously then tried to turn away but I took hold of his head and kissed him sweetly on the cheek. I settled into bed, forcing him to lay next to me as I gently caressed his hair and smooched his scalp.
There was a great feeling of ease as my negative emotions and maddening lust for the color red seemed to dissipate. I lay in the warmth of my now husband, ticking his face playfully and nibbling on his ears as he giggled and squirmed. There was a strange happy feeling that overcame me, “I love you,” I whispered into the man’s ear. I didn’t know his name, nor did he really know mine.
He looked up at me with big, happy eyes and smiled right back, “Love you too. Hey... What should I call you? Crimson...Cocksleeve doesn’t feel right.”
“Names tomorrow, sugar,” I whispered, stealing the pet name my mother used for my father, “Words will only stain tonight’s memories,” He nodded, letting me resume being the big spoon. The Red Reaper was no more. Just thinking about it that night made me cringe at myself. What did I want him to call me? I pondered to myself. Perhaps something cute like, White Wife or maybe--
“It-Its really cute how you monologue to yourself,” My husband chuckled as he gave me a squeezing hug.
I grumpily placed his face between my breasts as I returned to monologuing, wondering aloud to myself what kind of wife I was going to be and fretting over moving out, being a mother and most importantly of all, a loving partner to this wonderful man.

FUCKMAN VS THE LOLI MENACE

November 1st, 2020

“Did you hear?” Ashe the baphomet asked her witch underling, “Another sabbath group got attacked the other night.”
The witch, Blue, nodded, “T-the survivors said Fuckman did it.”
The familiar, Wolfe, spat, “Pfft. Fuckman. What a goddamn joke! He’s just a guy in a panty mask! If he came here I’ll bet even Gizmo there could overpower him!” She looked at me with a smug look, “Or Tipp. Her green ass would absoultely DESTROY Fuckman!”
The goblin nodded proudly, “I’d have him between my thighs, licking my gash and BEGGING for more!” The familiar and goblin laughed.
“This is serious!” The gremlin, other than me, Jay, growled, “Fuckman is going after sabbaths now! He could come HERE! He beat up those HELLHOUNDS last month!”
“Pfft,” Ashe shook her head, “Those girls pushing the ‘white men fuck dogs’ agenda? Or the ones going on and on about white boys being built to breed hellhounds?”
“BOTH!”
“What I’m saying is, even without onii-chans, we’re way stronger than those hellhound skanks,” Ashe was right, all six of us were single.
I smiled, “Don’t let our fearsome Big-Fukker hear that,” We all snickered at the mere mention of our small and timid hellhound friend and sabbath member. The nickname was given with love, but we couldn’t help but tease her. I put the finishing touches on another B.O.O.B.S. unit and set it aside. [Biosynthetic Optical Onii-chan Bewitching Stimulant. See ‘Fuckman Versus the Loli Menace: Volume 3’ for more information!] We were in a pretty decently sized once abandoned warehouse. It was pretty common for mamano groups to take refuge within once abandoned buildings like this. The sabbath had set up shop here and brought us gremlins and goblins in to work on the B.O.O.B.S. The warehouse was full of boxes full of various tech along with cabinets and gremlin sized workbenches scattered around. I touched my own chest. My breasts weren’t that big right now. But I, along with these other shorties, wanted big boobs. It might be heretical in most sabbath groups to do something like this, but we gremlins and goblins weren’t sabbath. These fake large breast devices would surely get us our own men! I wasn’t sure why the sabbath wanted them, probably just for their own personal agenda.
“W-What happens to the girls that Fuckman... gets?” Blue asked as she shook in her little boots. She clutched her staff in fright.
“That's just it!” Jay shouted, “Fuckman takes them, they stop showing up to whatever group they were a part of and they’re eventually found with a loving husband! But there's no way these guys can be Fuckman! One of those hellhounds that got fucked into submission was found with a pretty chubby lookin’ dude a few weeks later!”
“And?” Tipp sighed.
“Its a conspiracy to keep mamano down! He’s been around just as long as we have but he shouldn’t be able to live this long! Its like the Liliminati! Or the Flufferburgs! Or that the portal event was an inside job! Or bigfoot. A-and ignis flames--”
“Jay, we get it,” Wolfe groaned, “But Fuckman was last seen on the other side of the country. We’re fine.”
“We could take him, easy,” Ashe scoffs, “He’s just a human.”
“A really big human, with big oiled muscles and a dumb mask,” Tipp pointed out with a shrug, “But a mask and oil won’t save him from your sabbath magic.”
Wolfe smiled smugly, “That's true. But what of your tech? Surely that can stop a human man just as easily!”
“Could hold one down too,” I smiled as I picked up a H.U.M.P. [Heavy Utility Mover Pack. See ‘Fuckman: The Odds are Short Stacked Against Him’ for more information!] I put the backpack on, and used the controls to move the big metal hands around. They were three pronged clamps that could easily hold the average man down with a single hand. We used them for heavy lifting as well as ensnaring cute boys.
“I’d use a paralyse spell on him,” Ashe put simply.
Blue nodded, “Perhaps infuse him with various venoms as well?”
“Good idea!” The baphomet cackled.
Wolfe laughed haughtily, “Well, I’d just move earth to keep his feet in place then just stroke that cock till he begs me to fuck him! I’d tie him up and keep him as my little pet! For revenge for all of mamano kind!”
“Okay, Wolfe,” Jay wretched, “We know you’re a freak and wanna be some hunk’s dommy mommy,” She snickered.
Wolfe’s face immediately lit up bright red as her rage surfaced, “FUCK YOU, YOU BITCH--”
“Shut it!” Tipp groaned, “I don’t want to listen to your shouting! We’d all beat the shit out of him and one of us would fuck him. Let's all talk about something else!”
I chuckled, “Yeah...” I trailed off. As the other girls’ conversations turned to other topics, my mind stayed on Fuckman. Could his ‘killcount’ really be 410,757,864,350? Has there even been that many mamano in history? Even with human women included, that would be a LOT of fucking! I could hardly imagine a single man fucking that many wombs. Even someone like Fuckman. A muscular, masked and oily man. Somewhere deep inside of me, I wondered what it would be like to be pinned down and fucked like that. I was almost afraid I would enjoy it.
Another day of working with the sabbath. I sighed as I walked in the front doors. It was just me and the same five other girls again. I greeted Blue as she gave me a fresh stack of blueberry pancakes. I had already eaten but I couldn’t turn down that sweetheart’s cooking. I made my way to my station next to Jay and started working on more B.O.O.B.S. units, “Y-you don’t think Fuckman would come here, right?” Jay asked in a low voice.
“Dunno why he would. That other sabbath was gonna use their magic at a big metal concert to enthrall all the onii-chans they could,” I reminded her in a disgusted tone. I shuddered, “Fucked them all backstage and kidnapped them before they went on for their set. We’re just making these chest things to get big boobs,” I shrugged.
“Y-yeah but... These are made to BEWITCH! That could be seen as bad, right?”
“Can it. We’re not bad,” Tipp growled, “Mamano are the ultimate good! Fuckman is the antagonist you dolts. Next we should make something to kick his smug ass and prove mamano are the strongest!”
“Like what?” Ashe butted into the conversation, “Some kind of trap with live bait?”
“We could just use the B.O.O.B.S. unit,” I reminded them, “Its got one of those aether crystals to power your spell, right?”
“Well, yeah,” Wolfe frowned, “But that's no fun. We should do something with venom like Blue said!”
“Its simple!” Ashe cackled, “We fuck the Fuckman!”
I started to ignore them as I returned to my work. I just wanted this contract between sabbath and tech group to end. I was getting tired of baphomet antics. Their grand baph was especially annoying. I just--
“Did you hear that?” Blue suddenly asked, snapping me out of it.
All six of us looked around slowly. Blue was right. We could all hear weird noises. Something thumped across the roof. Tipp gasped as her eyes grew wide, “Santa!?”
“You dumbass!” Jay snapped, “Santa is an RIN spook!” [Ratatoskr Information Network. See Jay’s book: ‘Robotic Harpies and Why the Maou Can’t be Trusted!’ for more information!]
“He’s real! I know it!”
Ashe growled, “Shut up! I need to--”
Everyone stopped as the ground shook slightly. We all turned towards the main entrance with dread and fear. The sabbath members grabbed their staves and spell books while Jay grabbed a H.U.M.P. and started putting it on. I reached for a hammer but changed my mind and grabbed a B.O.O.B.S. unit. I started fumbling with it and trying to put it on. Just then, the front door burst open with a loud slam. I turned in horror as I heard moist stomping on the concrete floors of our little warehouse.
It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be him. But... It WAS him. I could only watch in horror as the legends came true. The man entered, muscular body, cock at full mast, messy black hair and a mask on his face. It was like a Deadpool mask but the black stripe in the middle was panties and the red was skin color. The eyes were the same though. It was the dreaded Fuckman, here to rape the ‘evil’ from us, “Girls!” Ashe ordered with a firm voice to rouse the other two casters.
“Right,” They said in unison.
Ashe, Blue and Wolfe all lept into action despite their fears. They all began to shout in their ancient, forbidden tongue as the room grew cold and dark. The wind picked up and papers flew off the desk as the trio casted their terrible dark magic. At once they stopped and the ball of energy flew at Fuckman and struck his pristinely oiled skin. The spell bounced off his muscular body and struck the wall with enough force to shake the building. I gasped as Fuckman kept walking towards the trio, all of them paralysed with fear. Jay came to the rescue with her H.U.M.P. and attempted to strike our attacker with one of the robotic arms. He easily parried and grabbed the arm, pulling the gremlin into his grasp. She shouted and struggled as she tried to get away from him. Fuckman easily tore the H.U.M.P. from her back before pushing her to the ground and removing her clothes. Tipp began to cry for the gremlin as she was held down on her stomach. Fuckman forced his throbbing member into her without a sound. Jay was already wet so he easily slid into the hilt. The sabbath members started to scurry as the fucking began. I expected her to scream in terror, in pain even; but no, she moaned. And she moaned LOUD. Within a few thrusts, her eyes rolled up into her head and her mouth became involuntarily agape as her tongue rolled out of her mouth. The dreaded ahegao, in only a few seconds flat. The entire room was silent except for the lewd wet slapping sounds of Fuckman’s oiled hips slapping against the gremlin’s plump ass.
I could only stand and watch as Fuckman relentlessly pounded Jay’s tight cunt, “Oh my god,” I suddenly realised, “He’s raping her! Then he’s going to rape me! Oh my gooooood!”
There was a loud noise as Fuckman grunted violently and Jay gasped. I covered my eyes with my hands as Jay arched her back and grabbed Fuckman’s hands, making sure he didn’t let go. I peeked as I watched Fuckman blow a massive load inside my friend’s gash. He even pulled out and got some on her back, “You fucker,” Jay growled as she went limp, “That’s ALL supposed to go in there...” Fuckman stood, leaving Jay to nap on the floor.
He looked around at the room, his now wetted cock already throbbing once more. His gaze passed over me and focused on the sabbath girls. They huddled in a corner, desperately trying to think of a spell. There was a pounding on the front door as Tipp desperately tried to get out of the building, “PLEASE! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND!” She screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks..
“You lying bitch!” Wolfe shouted at the goblin. Tipp had never said she had a boyfriend before.
Fuckman grabbed Tipp and flipped her upside down as she screamed and cried. He took a long whiff of her vagina before nodding and bonking her on the head with his hand. The goblin was out instantly. Fuckman, with Tipp under his arm, vanished behind a tall stack of boxes, “Where is he!?” I cried.
I heard Wolfe shriek. I ducked behind the workbench and peeked over it. Fuckman had grabbed her and the other two girls were dashing to the other side of the building. The familiar blushed as she was gently laid upon her back and her shorts were torn open for Fuckman’s member. Oddly he didn’t look like his cock had already violently nutted inside of Jay. No trace of either of their love juices on him. Maybe he had cleaned up? I was more in awe than I was afraid of Fuckman. He was like a cryptid, one of those things that Jay kept going on about but here he was! I watched as he put Wolfe in a mating press and went to town. He was more gentle than he had been with Jay. He grabbed her hands and interlocked fingers with her. She smiled at him as the ecstasy overcame her. She looked happy as she was intertwined with the man violating her body, “Come on, big boy,” She teased, “Give mommy your cummies,” Fuckman nodded and grunted as he began to pick up the pace. Wolfe gasped and writhed from the pleasure before gasping loudly. He grunted as he filled her up, only a little bit of his cum got on her shorts. Wolfe happily rolled onto her stomach as Fuckman released her. She curled up as she took a post fuck nap. Fuckman vanished again.
“Unhand me!” Ashe shouted as she was grabbed, “I will keep my--” She shut up as Fuckman tore a hole in her leotard. He held her up against the wall as he gave her a one way ticket to pound town. She moaned and gasped as the lewd slapping increased in volume. Again I only watched as Fuckman ‘punished’ her, “Please! Oh! More!” She gasped and pleaded as she ahegaoed. Her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs wrapped around his hips as she forced him to completely cum inside her. She went limp and slid to the floor with a big smile on her face. Fuckman wasn’t done with her. He grabbed his shaft and used her love fluids as lube as he began to jack off. Ashe smiled at him and fondled his balls gently. With a single grunt, Fuckman gave her the Bukakke Burial technique. [See Jay’s book ‘Bitcoins are a Tanuki Scheme and Why You Can Only Trust Gremcoin’ for more information!] Ashe was absolutely coated in it, inside and out.
Fuckman vanished once more. I looked around, more curious than afraid as to where he would strike next. I spotted Blue. She was sitting on a box of B.O.O.B.S. units. Fuckman approached her, “The hat stays on,” Blue ordered as she grabbed the brim of her witch’s cap. Fuckman nodded and gingerly removed her panties without any struggle and left it hanging from one of her boots. He gently touched her pussy with two fingers, teasing her. She moaned and gasped before grabbing him and trying to kiss him through the mask. He kissed her back before easing her back into the missionary position. He was incredibly slow and gentle with her as he pushed the head of his penis in her. She grabbed the brim of her at and pulled it down over her eyes as she gasped. Slowly and methodically, Fuckman pushed himself deeper and deeper into her with each thrust. They were like a loving couple fucking for the first time, so passionately and sweetly, “I-I’m gonna--” Blue was cut off as she involuntarily moaned and gasped. Despite her orgasm, Fuckman kept going. She moaned underneath him as he sped up and aggressively crashed his hips against her. He came, mostly in her, but he made sure to give her the 21 Cum Salute. [See ‘Demofaps and Recumlicans Volume 46’ for more information!] Fuckman helped Blue to the floor before glancing at me and stomping behind a wall again, leaving my vision.
I was the last one. It was my turn. I climbed up on the workbench and adjusted the B.O.O.B.S. on my chest before I took off my overalls. I left the panties on for Fuckman. They were striped of course. He appeared at full mast, same as every time before. He stomped towards me menacingly with wet stomps. I was intimidated of course. An oily, muscled man with a panty mask and a fully erect cock can do that to a girl. I gave him an impatient look causing him to speed up slightly. He was a bit shorter than any other Fuckman that had taken those girls and didn’t have any kind of after sex residue on his still erect cock. I glanced at Jay, still sleeping peacefully on the floor. Guess she had been right about one of those crazy conspiracies after all. I wondered if she would write another book, I could see it now: ‘The Dreaded Fuckman and Why Gremlins are Built for Human Cock.’ I glanced back at Fuckman. He was before me, cracking his knuckles. I adjusted the B.O.O.B.S. unit again to try and charm him, “Just be gentle, alright?” I instructed nervously. He took hold of my shirt and pulled it off of me. He gripped the B.O.O.B.S. unit in the back and easily tore the binds. He pulled it off of me and threw it to the floor where it crunched on the ground. I gulped nervously as he touched my real breasts and played with my nipples. I grabbed his wrists, praying he wouldn’t stop as I moaned and whimpered at his mere touch. Unfortunately, he did eventually stop when my panties were thoroughly soaked. My breathing was already ragged as my panties were removed. My panties hung from one of my ankles as Fuckman gently pushed my legs apart. I grabbed his shaft and guided it in. Even as just the tip penetrated me, I threw my head back and moaned. The scent of that oil was clouding my mind and making me incredibly horny. It had to be. He grunted quietly as he moved one hand to my hip and the other to my shoulder. He thrust slowly at first. We both lost ourselves in the ecstasy pretty quickly, “Come on you dumb ape, show me what you can do,” I demanded dumbly. Taking the challenge he grunts and suddenly slams himself in me all the way down to the hilt causing me to howl loudly. I tried to grip him to hold his body close but the oil made it nearly impossible. He was like an animal, wildly pumping into me with his throbbing cock, “Come on! Give it to me-aaaah!” I cried out in pleasure again as he slammed himself down to the base of his cock within me. He grunted loudly as he suddenly came inside me. My body shook as I orgasmed, a natural reaction to his cum hitting my womb.
We both panted as I leaned on him, my eyelids feeling heavy. I assumed it was that oil again. I could only wonder what was in that oil. Fuckman scooped me up in a princess carry before stepping past my fallen comrades. He said something garbled to another masked man in a robe who nodded and picked up Jay after finishing writing on the wall. Three more masked men all came in through the front door and handed the guy carrying me robes. He set me down on a box and quickly put the robes on before picking me back up. I caught a glance of Tipp in the corner, tied up, gagged, and still unconscious, “Don’t like goblins, Fuckman?” I pretty gently and playfully slapped his chest.
He chuckled, “Go to sleep,” He urged.
“If I pull that off, will you die?”
Even with the mask, I know he’s rolling his eyes, “It would be extremely painful,” He gives me his best Bane impression.
I grinned giddily despite my brain and body wanting to shut off and go to sleep, “You’re a big guy.”
“For you,” He finished. I smiled and finally closed my eyes as he walked out into the morning sunlight and towards a big truck.
I woke up slowly and groggily. A pair of arms were wrapped around me, not very strong looking arms but still familiar. I could still smell trace amounts of that oil on his arms. I pushed the arms off of me and rolled over. He was definitely the same size as the ‘Fuckman’ that fucked me yesterday, minus the huge muscles. He was a little scrawny and younger than I expected, but that didn’t matter much to me. I kissed him on the cheek and wrapped my arms around his neck. He stirred and rewrapped his arms around me, “Sup, stud?” I asked.
“Hey,” He groaned, “They didn’t tell me I’d ache this much.”
“Was that magic or what?”
He shrugged, “They just gave me the mask and told me to strip. You kept mumbling about Fuckman in your sleep.”
“Okay, yeah,” I playfully slapped his chest, “Maybe I WANTED to get boned by Fuckman! And now I’ve got my own Fuckman! You got any more of that oil?” I quickly added, wanting to feel that exhausting, erotic sensation again.
“The horny oil? I dunno I put the mask on, got huge and suddenly I was covered in the stuff. It was mostly instinct from there. I really wonder what kinda magic was in it. Oh, and we can’t really tell anyone about the whole Fuckman thing and give away the secret,” He shrugged apologetically.
I frowned, “Well, I guess I can try to reverse engineer it. Gotta be some trace amounts on your skin... So what secret society put you boys up to it?”
He scratched his head, “Not really sure, they really only sent one guy and he was really secretive. I just remember him having a face that looked kinda hairy because of his beard and big ass shoes.”
My mouth hung open, “B-Bigfoot?”
He gave me a weird look, “Bigfoot? Really? Did I get the crazy one?”
“No,” I quickly tried to recover, “The other gremlin, Jay, was the crazy one. I-I was just joking.”
“My brother got her,” He scratched his head, “So I hope you two were friends.”
“Your brother doesn’t have a clue what he got himself into. My name’s Gizmo by the way,” I pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
“Mines--”
“Doesn’t matter,” I interrupted him, “Right now, you’re my Fuckman,” I licked my lips as I ran my hands down his chest, “Come on, just try to defeat me, Fuckman!”