“I’m sorry Mr. Brody, my test results confirmed the first set; cancer has spread throughout your body.” Doctor Cynthia Peters wisely waited until the big man composed himself, pausing to make sure he was still listening to her words. “At this point, treatment is not only useless but would take away any time left to wrap up your estate.”

Brock Brody struggled to control his emotions as he ran his fingers through his thick long hair. The doctor’s office smelled like a hospital; he hated hospitals. From past experience, hospitals meant pain, suffering, and death.

Brock stood up, and paced in the small office, contemplating his next step. Right now, all he wanted was to get on his Harley and ride away. Maybe that’s exactly what he would do. Ride off into the sunset, literally.

Dr. Peters hated this aspect of her profession as she looked at the very big man with empathy in her heart. “Do you have any questions?”

“Nah, but you better send me your bill quickly,” Brock said, giving the doc a wink. His moment of self-pity passed, and his swagger returned. “See you, Doc, happy Valentine’s Day” he said, walking out of her office without looking back.

Brock never anticipated the results would be any different, but still, he held out false hope. His day-to-day casual approach to life was over. He never had a master plan; he just plugged along doing things that made him happy. Now, he was truly on his own, with no family or close friends to stand by his side. He wasn’t terrified of dying, nor did he have any regrets for the life he chose to live.

People quickly moved out of the way as Brock strutted down the sidewalk. His intimidating size and rough appearance did more than hint he was not a man to mess with. At six foot eight and three hundred pounds of muscle and sinew, only fools dared to challenge him.

Brock’s face was a testament to his line of work. His nose twisted to the left, broken multiple times. A long, jagged scar ran down his right cheek curtesy of a broken beer bottle from a punk’s sucker punch; he almost lost his eye on that one. Most of the fingers on his gnarly hands suffered breaks at one time or another; bare-knuckle fighting was hard on the joints. His slight limp was due to taking a bullet in the leg years ago.

For the past twenty years, Brock worked as the head bouncer at Pretty Gals strip club, protecting the dancers, and throwing out the drunks or rowdy assholes. His forty-one-year-old body endured numerous injuries and broken bones along the way. Brock’s fighting skills were good, but no one was invincible. The guys that tested him were out to make a name for themselves; to fight Brock was a status thing, even if you lost; just like in the movie Fight Club. Now Cancer was taking a swing at him, and all his strength was useless.

He threw his leg over his pride and joy, a 1949 Panhead with tank shifter and foot clutch. Sure, there were better, more comfortable Harley’s to ride, but he loved this old one. Brock shook his long dirty-blonde hair back and put on his vintage lid with leather straps. The law said he had to wear it; a stupid law passed by idiots who didn’t know the joys of riding.

The roar was deafening as Brock twisted the throttle. He smirked at the disapproving looks of passersby, smirking when an exhaust pop made them jump. Vibrations surged through his muscular body as he listened to the symphony. He waited until the machine soothed his internal stress. Then, with a flick of his right wrist, he shot out into the traffic, ignoring the honking horn and squeal of brakes of some dickhead in a BMW.

There was no destination, just the freedom of rolling on. The wind whipped Brock’s shoulder-length hair around as he exceeded the speed limit. The California sky was boringly sunny; he weaved in and out of traffic, daring vehicles to hit him. Being terminally ill gave him a new outlook, a fuck-it attitude.

His mind drifted as he faced his internal demons. He had never been a loving or nurturing man; from an early age, he learned to look after himself. His dad died when he was thirteen, and he fell in with the wrong kind of crowd. It was only by sheer luck he didn’t end up dead or in prison. Dealing drugs and fighting were the only things that made him feel alive inside; that and motorcycles.

Teachers and coaches tried to help along the way, but he was too stubborn to listen or care. He had the potential to go to university on a full football scholarship, but instead, he dropped out of school to be a pimp’s muscle. The seduction of free pussy and the opportunity to regularly use his fists drew him further into the dark side. It was ironic that one of the ‘street girls’ he protected changed the course of his life when she introduced him to the owner of a strip club.

The sun-bleached highway disappeared under his wheels and the scenery seemed to stay stagnant, time was no longer on his side. Reluctantly he took an exit when he felt the need to drain the dragon. He would have preferred to keep going, to not think about the future, or what little he had left, but a full bladder on a rigid frame Harley wasn’t a comfortable feeling.

Brock counter-steered into the run-down gas station, a small independent no-name, a dying sight among all the big oil company conglomerates. He parked his bike at the gas pump, topping up the tank, noticing he was the only customer. There didn’t appear to be an outside bathroom, so he headed to the main entrance. His heavy black boots added an inch and a half to his height, forcing him to duck going through the door.

Rati watched from behind the counter, as the tough-looking blonde giant entered; she had never seen such a big man. Colorful sinister tattoos covered his bare arms; a tight black tee-shirt stretched to contain his muscles. The leather vest made her think he belonged to a motorcycle gang. Like always, her not-so-innocent eyes drifted down to his tight jeans, and she licked her lips when she saw the large lump in his crotch.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” Rati smiled, as wicked thoughts filled her mind.

Rati’s East Indian parents named her after the goddess of love. She didn’t know if her name was the cause of her lust and passion, but her nineteen-year-old body constantly sought out sexual pleasure from men of all ages and sizes.

Brock took in the scene. The short brown girl was cute in a puppy dog way, with her wide-eyed enthusiasm. She barely came up to his belt buckle. Her tight yellow top accented small perky tits, and her semi-see-through leggings couldn’t be any tighter. He felt his cock react to his dirty thoughts. After watching his ‘girls’ in the strip club get demeaned by drunk men for the past twenty years, he took pride in not being a misogynist jerk. Now, with Cancer raging through his body, he didn’t give a shit about being nice.

“Well,” Brock said, eyeing up the young girl, “I need to use your bathroom to take a leak.”

He casually let his eyes roam over her body again; she was curvy and tight in all the right places. She seemed to bask in his attention and even pulled her shoulders back to show off her small tits. His mind reminded him he wouldn’t have many more opportunities to flirt with young girls like her.

“You have a pretty smile,” he complimented. “Nice full lips. I would love to see what they feel like wrapped around my cock.” He expected the young girl to scream and call the cops, but all she did was smile even bigger. Son-of-a-bitch!

“Really!” Rati exclaimed as she looked around for Laki, her sister. The two of them had the morning shift until their dad Sam and older brother Aadi came in. The service station was a struggling family business, and her dad made all the siblings help out.

“I don’t know if that line works with other girls, but it works on me!” she laughed, trying to visualize the size of his cock in his tight jeans.

Rati could hardly control her excitement. This morning’s boring shift just turned into awesome; any day she got to suck a cock was a good day.

“Let me find my sister, and I will show you what my lips can do!”

“Well, that was unexpected,” Brock said in disbelief as the tiny thing ran into a back room.

After a few moments, the clerk dragged out another brown girl, slightly taller, older, and by the looks of it extremely shy. The older sister dressed more conservatively, in jeans and a loose tee-shirt with a UCLA logo. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, accenting her high cheekbones. Even with the loose top, he could see she had a tempting body underneath.

“Dad will kill you if he finds out!” Laki whispered in distress. She did a double-take when she finally noticed the big white man. He was huge. Her eyes locked on his as he undressed her visually. She tried to stop, but her mouth gave him a slight smile before rendering her face in an embarrassing blush.

“Are you going to tell him?” Rati asked in a threatening tone. As soon as Laki submissively shook her head no, Rati excitedly grabbed the man’s hand. “Follow me, big boy!”

The young girl’s hand felt small in his oversized mitt. The older girl was demurely smiling at him, showing off her dimpled cheeks. When he winked, it made her blush deepen.

Rati led him to the storage area filled with inventory; boxes of potato chips and chocolate bars sat adjacent to cartons of windshield fluid and oil. It was orderly, but not really.

“Can I watch you?” she asked brazenly. “You know; when you’re peeing.”

Brock’s deep laughter bounced off the walls in the room. “Watch? Fuck, you can hold my cock if you want to.”

That little encouragement was all it took; Rati’s hands couldn’t move fast enough. She unzipped his jeans and reached in, pulling out his cock. The giant had a nice one, extra thick. She pulled him along like a girl leading an elephant by the trunk. As she stood beside him in the bathroom, his warm cock was too tempting; she couldn’t fight the urge to suck him.

“Well, aren’t you special!” Brock laughed as the small girl latched onto his cock, sucking deep. “Damn, girl! You’re good!”

The praise drove Rati to suck harder; next to getting her pussy speared, sucking cock was her second favorite thing. She took all of him, enjoying how quickly she made him grow with her mouth. “How bad do you need to pee?” she gasped, taking a quick breath.

Brock debated her question. “Keep sucking,” he smiled, still not believing what was happening.

“Sure! My name’s Rati, by the way.”

Brock had received hundreds of blowjobs from girls at the strip club over the past twenty years. It was one of the perks of being the head bouncer. The owner insisted every new girl had to blow both of them as an initiation to the club. Only the girls that sucked their cocks were hired. In return, each girl had fierce protectors looking after them. He never touched any of the girls after the casting, unless they proposed the contact first. Over the years, he had fucked quite a few of the dancers, but none of them became a steady girlfriend, and he never met a girl he wanted to marry.

“You got a sweet mouth, Rati!” Brock praised. Her face lit up with a bright, pleased look, like a schoolgirl who received a compliment on her grades. She continued to engulf his cock with no signs of fatigue or agitation. Rati was a blowjob queen.

There was no need to force her head down; she did that to herself. Still, he showed her he could. He held her nose pressed against his belly as she sucked, and used her tongue in tempting ways. You can always tell when a girl loves to give head, and Rati certainly belonged to that exclusive group.

Rati couldn’t believe how lucky she was; this giant had the best kind of cock, thick and long.

​~~~

Rati thought back to how it all started. Absurdly, she had her dad to thank for her oral obsession. She had found some of his porn magazines hidden in the basement. Her eyes took in all kinds of dirty images, but looking at the girls sucking men’s cocks were her favorite. Her early adolescent imagination fantasized it was her sucking all those cocks.

From that day on, she practiced sucking on whatever was available - toothbrushes, vegetables, the end of her hairbrush; anything that was long like a cock. Her gag reflex disappeared, so she had to find bigger and longer items to satisfy her craving. Every day she dreamed of sucking a real cock.

That’s when her neighbor, Mr. Smirnov, became her obsession. The first cock she sucked belonged to Ivan Smirnov, the old Russian man, who lived next door to them. Well, at least it did in her imagination.

He had the only pool in the neighborhood and let her and Laki use it after school. She loved to tease him by wearing a tiny bikini showing off her budding fourteen-year-old breasts, and pulling her suit up, so her pussy lips were accented.

She played a game where Ivan would try to teach her to float on her back. It was just an excuse she used to get him to touch her. Every time they had a ‘swimming lessons,’ his bushy eyebrows would rise and fall as his eyes fed on her young body. He would put one hand under her shoulders and one hand under her back as she floated face up. She would pretend to sink her legs until he moved his hands under her tight bum. Then, he would walk around the pool, eyeing her body as she smiled at him. Sometimes she would spread her legs to show him how the material of the tiny bottom pushed into her virgin pussy. She mentally willed him to push a finger between her legs and finger her, but he never did.

Being extra brave one day, her hand reached into his trunks, feeling his cock as he held her. She was surprised to find he was hard. His body froze in shock at her daring. He dropped her into the water in panic and seemed unable to comprehend what was happening. She massaged his cock as they locked eyes, then she loudly declared she wanted to suck him off. Ivan looked around to see Laki watching them, and quickly pulled away, rushing into his house. Rati laughed at his embarrassment and her sister’s flabbergasted face. Holding Ivan’s cock had been the most exciting thing to happen in her young life.

Lying in bed that night, all she could think about was Ivan’s big cock and how good it felt in her hand. She used a hairbrush in her pussy as she imagined Ivan was fucking her. In her adolescent mind, images rolled by like a porn movie as she pleasured herself. This time Ivan didn’t reject her, he dragged her into the pump house while Laki swam in the pool, knowing what was going to happen. As soon as the door closed, Ivan pushed her to her knees, yanking his suit down. He had a nice cock, not too big, and she stared at it for a long time until he grabbed her head. She gave him a terrible blowjob, but he didn’t care. She fantasized about the taste of his cock, the texture, his cum shooting into her mouth. When her orgasm hit, she had to bite her bottom lip to hide the moans of pleasure from her sister in the next bed. The hairbrush was making slurping sounds, and she imagined Ivan came inside her. She sucked on the end of the wet hairbrush, pretending her juices were Ivan’s until finally, she fell asleep.

The next day after school, Ivan reluctantly let her back in his pool. She apologized for getting carried away; the last thing she wanted was to lose the way he touched her. He told her if anyone found out what she did, he would go to prison, it was a crime to do things like that until she was eighteen. Ivan reluctantly continued the ‘swimming lessons’, and she never tried to touch his cock again. But that didn’t stop her from having dreams about him every night, where she sucked his cock, and he taught her ‘tricks’ to make him feel good.

As much as she enjoyed Ivan’s cock every night in her dreams, her ‘swimming lessons’ became scarcer and scarcer as her sexual frustrations grew. Ivan would lean over the fence, separating their yards and encourage her to come back. If she was in the mood, sometimes she would, dragging Laki along as her cover. She knew Ivan liked to look at her young body and touch her, but she wanted more.

Her dreams about Ivan started getting more aggressive, and he would call her all kinds of filthy names as she sucked his cock. She found herself enjoying the thought of being controlled by him. In one dream, he bought her birth control pills, and he became the first man to fuck her. Her fantasies got bolder and bolder; she would pretend to sneak out of her house and spend the night in Ivan’s bed. She loved her ‘sleepovers’ when he would fuck her over and over. Abusing her titties, mouth, and pussy, and eventually her ass. Mr. Ivan Smirnov had no idea how far she was willing to go or what she would let him do to her body.

One Spring day, while she was in school, Ivan passed away from a heart attack. The newspaper article said he was almost seventy years old. In her mind, he always seemed so much younger, maybe because of the way he looked at her or that his cock was always ready in her dreams when she needed him.

Her parents were worried about the change in her attitude and how she cried herself to sleep each night. She missed teasing Ivan, showing off her young body and having him touch her. She poured her heart out to her sister, telling her all about her sexual dreams. Laki is the one who brought her back to reality. Her offhand comment that there were a lot more ‘cocks’ in the world made her come to her senses.

Soon word spread through her high school, about Rati’s enthusiasm to give blowjobs, anywhere, anytime, and it made her one of the most popular girls in school. When she decided to let boys use her pussy and ass, she quickly became ‘the’ most popular girl.

​~~~ Rati deep throated the hard cock, glad the giant man had stamina. She wondered if he would fuck her after she swallowed his cum or if he would be a one-time man. She pulled back and just teased the slit in his bulbous cock-head with the tip of her tongue, waiting for him to take over. She smiled inwardly when his two big hands grabbed her head. She loved to be face-fucked.

“You little tease! Keep sucking until I come in your slutty little mouth!”

Her plan worked, like always. The giant took over, fucking her mouth with force. She loved it when a man took control.

Brock couldn’t believe what was happening. He only got off the highway for a quick pit stop, now he was throat fucking this young East Indian girl, and she appeared to love every harsh thrust. At least that’s what he thought her moans meant. Now he had a decision to make. Keep going and come in her mouth or take it to the next level.

“Fuck it!” Brock growled. He pushed Rati back; her mouth made a popping sound as she reluctantly released his cock. “Get your clothes off!”

“Yes, sir,” Rati exclaimed, wiping the drool off her chin. She was naked in seconds, obediently waiting for his next order.

The height difference made it a challenge; Brock lifted Rati’s light body and sat her on the filthy sink counter. Most young girls kept themselves shaved, not Rati. Her hairy pussy was old-school. Maybe it was an ethnic thing, not that he cared. She played with her nipples, twisting and pulling them as she waited for him to remove his jeans and boxers. She opened her legs as wide as possible.

“You better have a hole in there!” Brock laughed. “Otherwise, I’m going to make one!”

Rati’s hands rubbed his chiseled chest, feeling strong muscles under the black tee-shirt. “What’s your name?”

“Brock,” he said, as he directed his cock through the black rat’s nest. “You fuck a lot of strangers?”

“OH!” she exclaimed as his thick cock found her hole. “Only the brave ones! I love your big cock, Brock!”

Her cunt was warm and wet, velvety smooth. She pulled him close with each thrust. This little girl liked to fuck. The other girl, her sister, intrigued him as well. “What about your sister? Does she like cock as much as you?”

“You want to fuck my sister? Really? She will be so excited! Hurry! Fuck me; then, I will go get her!” Rati couldn’t believe how incredible this day was turning out to be; this would be another chance to establish dominance over Laki.

Brock laid into Rati, using her pussy, without regard to her feelings. Surprisingly she loved it all. Her back was against the cracked mirror for support as he drove into her. She was continually screaming, maybe from his big cock or maybe from the way he tormented her nipples.

“I wish we were on a bed,” Rati moaned. “I would love to ride your cock!”

The counter was too short for his height, and it gave him a kink in his back. He lifted Rati holding her skinny ass cheeks as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his body. He kissed her hard, forcing his tongue into her lipstick-stained mouth. Their tongues dueled as her pussy sucked him with a sudden sweetness.

Rati loved a big strong man, and Brock was her pinnacle. She matched his thrusts, pulling up with her arms and using leg pressure to move her pelvis. When his passionate kiss ended, she leaned back, changing the angle until Brock was hitting her G-spot.

The little brown girl was hard to hold as she squirmed in his hands. She threw her head back, closing her eyes. Her open mouth formed a perfect “o” as she moaned in pleasure. Brock knew she was edging closer to her orgasm; all the signs were evident. But this was about him, not her. He slammed her body against the wall, keeping his cock buried deep.

“Do you like it rough?” he asked, as her childlike face looked at him in shock at his sudden change of demeanor.

Rati didn’t know how this giant knew her favorite fetish. “Do it!” Rati cried out. “Hurt me!”

The silly girl had no idea of the damage he could inflict on her young tiny body. He pinned her arms above her head, giving her a snarl before leaning down and biting a nipple.

“Oh, god! More! I love it!” Her addiction to pain rendered her incapable of fighting back or rebuking his abuse.

He switched from nipple to nipple, clamping down harder each time, leaving teeth marks in her tender flesh. Her pussy encouraged him to keep fucking her as she kept yelling out.

“You scream too much,” Brock said, moving his hand from her up-stretched arms to her throat. “If you come before me, it will be the last thing you ever do,” he threatened, as his fingers tightened. “You’ll be dead before you hit the ground!”

The look in the giant’s eyes filled her with terror. His face was scary enough on its own without those demon eyes looking at her. She liked rough sex, but misgivings surged through her body as she struggled to get free. His strength rendered her helpless. She didn’t want to die.

Brock fucked her wildly, abusing her hole, driving his cock deep with every dominant thrust. He reduced her body to one purpose; his pleasure. Cancer drove him on, or at least the loathing inability to fight back. His strong craving for release stripped him of remorse as he exploited Rati’s body.

“Hurry! Please! I can’t hold out much longer!” Rati pleaded, not sure if her throat-whispers reached his ears. In spite of the degradation, her body was on the brink of coming. He took control and savaged her like no man before him. Her body and mind loved the unnatural physical lust.

Brock’s fingers tightened around Rati’s throat as his cock shot a load deep into her hairy cunt. She squirmed in his arms with wide eyes bulging out of her red face. The release was what the doctor ordered, well maybe not his doctor, but it still felt good.

As soon as she felt Brock cum inside her, she let go of everything she was holding back. The orgasm smashed hard as she struggled to breathe. Her body yielded to his power and corruption with a state of intense rapture. Brock gave her a ‘snuff’ orgasm, and she couldn’t wait to try it again.

Brock retained his indifference to her well-being. There was no compassion in his hard eyes, but there was comprehension. Rati’s oval face betrayed her sexual gullibility; he could have easily killed her. All she could see was excitement and pleasure, not the inherent danger.

Rati tried to talk, but the words wouldn’t come out. Finally, in a hoarse cough-whisper, she found her voice. “I would suck you clean, but I want you to make my sister do it.”

“Make her? You mean she won’t be as willing as you?”

Swallowing hard, Rati pushed the words out slowly. “She can be a little shy. Just say you’ll tell our dad about her sucking off our cousin,” she said, wincing at how the laughter hurt her throat. “She’ll know what that means.”

“Every family has secrets,” Brock said as he pulled out and dropped her to the dirty bathroom floor. He pushed Rati harshly against the wall. “If you liked it up the ass, you would be perfect.”

She looked up at him in a trancelike state. “Who says I don’t?” she teased, reaching for her clothes. “Go pee, and I’ll get my sister.”

Brock examined the young girl closer. She was an anomaly, she looked so innocent, but acted like a seasoned whore. Rati gave his cock a lick and kiss then rushed out half-dressed with a sinister smile on her face.

Brock was still draining his cock when there was a knock on the door. He looked back as Rati pushed her naked sister towards him.

“Have fun, Brock!” Rati laughed, then quickly slammed the door shut. “Laki, do it, or else!” Rati shouted through the door.

Laki was using her hands to cover her breasts and between her legs. She was embarrassed beyond belief, but it didn’t stop her eyes from looking at the white giant’s cock. His cock was big, like the rest of him.

“So, Laki,” he said, now that he knew her name. “Your sister said you like to suck cock,” Brock eyed up the beauty, as he made piss circles in the stained bowl.

“NO! He forces me!” Laki stammered swiftly, unable to break her stare from his cock.

Like night and day, the two sisters were that different. “Why are you naked?” he asked, giving his cock one last shake, before turning towards the apprehensive girl.

“Rati forced me,” Laki whimpered. “I have to do what she says or else.”

“Hmm, that ‘or else’ seems to be very powerful. Well, we don’t want to disappoint your sister then!” Brock laughed. “Lick my cock clean; then we can fuck.”

Tears leaked out of Laki’s eyes; she had to appeal to this man. “Please! I’m saving myself for marriage.” She could see her concerns didn’t make a difference to this man. “Maybe you can use my bum instead?” she begged.

Whatever the two sisters had going on, it was more than they were telling him. Laki was scared stiff of something. Yesterday he would have walked away; today, he didn’t give a fuck about being a nice guy anymore.

With cat-like quickness, he reached out and pulled her towards him. He slapped the hand, covering her breasts. She submissively stood there as he looked at her firm body. He liked her up-thrust breasts and big puffy nipples. Even scared, she was beautiful.

“You’re a virgin?” he asked, a little surprised at her revelation.

Laki couldn’t speak only nod her head yes. She couldn’t believe the giant’s cock was growing right in front of her eyes.

Brock twisted one of her brown nipples, waiting for her to complain. When she didn’t, he abused both nipples, then forced her to the bathroom floor. “Open your mouth. Taste my cum and your sister’s juices.”

Whether it was intentional or not, Laki kept eye contact. Her big, gorgeous brown eyes were silently pleading. All it did was make his cock harder.

“Now, suck me.”

At this moment, Laki hated her sister even more than she already did, and silently vowed vengeance, no matter how long it took. This was the second cock she sucked, the first had been her dad.

Laki’s dad attacked her in the storage room over a month ago, pushing her against the boxes, forcing her to her knees, making her suck his cock. She tried to fight him off, but he was too strong. His wild eyes looked right through her as he raped her mouth. Rati heard screams and caught them. Instead of coming to her rescue, she laughed and took photos of the sick act. Now, every day at shift change, Rati makes her suck their dad’s cock in the box-filled backroom until he comes in her mouth. Rati is blackmailing both of them, threatening to show their mom the dirty pictures.

Brock watched Laki doing her best to please him. The thought of fucking this girl’s ass was working, that along with her sloppy sucking. She didn’t have her sister’s talent, but those sexy deep brown eyes of hers were compelling. He forced her to take him deeper, making her gag violently.

“I haven’t fucked a virgin in a long time. If you suck my cock better, I’ll only fuck your ass.”

Laki didn’t know what else to do. Her dad’s cock was much smaller and easier to suck. She tried to do better, sucking harder, even using her tongue.