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Bukkake to the Future [Apr. 6th, 2006|08:24 pm]
Madam Revenge's Requests

Bukkake to the Future

Marty sat on the covered Delorean playing with the wooden toy car. He thought about Jennifer. How was she? Had she even missed him? Was she missing him now? Damn, 1885 was weird. He was especially sick of people pointing out how white his teeth were.

Just then, the door to the workshop slammed open.


Marty fell off the car in shock. He scrambled up onto his elbows.


"Oh, come now, don't make such a fuss." Doc Brown said, waving his hands dismissively. "The sooner this is over with, the sooner we can get Back to the Future!" He dragged a huge metal bathtub out into the stable and in a matter of minutes, quickly wired it up to the Delorean.

Marty sat up and held a hand out, warding the manic Doctor off. "Now, Doc, you gotta... you gotta think about this. It's not that I don't like you... but not like th... What the hell? You're crazy! How the hell can that help?"

Doc Brown paused, thoughtfully. "Great Scott! Could I have made a miscalculation?" He stumbled over to a blackboard and scribbled some hasty equations, muttering. Marty took this opportunity to slowly edge towards the stable door.

"It's no use trying to run, the door is locked!" Doc Brown called, whilst he chalked furiously. Marty sagged.

Doc Brown drew a large equals sign and wrote after it "Marty+My Penis = Vital!"

"No!" He threw the chalk over his shoulder. "My calculations are absolutely correct in every detail! Now get on your knees, we must get this over with as soon as possible."

"No way!" Marty yelled.

Doc Brown produced a ten-inch Bowie knife. "I really must insist, or else I shall be forced to cut your pretty lips off." He advanced.

Marty backed away, holding his hands out. "Doc.. you don't know what you're doing, you've gotta stop this."

"On the contrary, I know exactly what I'm doing." Doc Brown said, tickling Marty under the chin with the Bowie knife. "Head for the bathtub."

Marty carefully backed away until he felt the cold metal against the back of his legs.


"Shush. Get in."

Marty stepped into the bath. There was a hollow clang as his spurs hit the tin sides.

"Doc, please..."

"On your knees." Doc Brown fumbled with the zip of his trousers with the hand that wasn't holding a knife to Marty's throat. Marty sank slowly to his knees. What the hell was going on? The Doc had finally snapped, flipped his lid. The months trapped in a strange time must have screwed with his brains. Come on, Doc, wake up. Snap out of it.

But no, the Doctor had finally freed his wrinkly old-man penis from the confines of his trousers. Marty froze.

"Oh, Jesus, Doc. You can't tell me you're going through with this..."

"I can and will." Doc Brown said, and began pumping, hard and fast. Marty watched in horror as his member slowly engorged and became angry and red as his hand moved rapidly up and down. An expression of complete concentration was on his face. The hand holding the knife wobbled dangerously and Marty winced.

"Nearly there...!" Doc Brown was going rather red in the face. He squeezed one last time and with a grunt, blew his load. Marty's eyes widened in disbelief and then shut again in disgust as semen squirted all over his face like whipped cream.

"Augh!" He yelled, and then realised this was a bad idea as some of it had now got in his mouth. It was horribly salty. He fell over in the bath, wiping furiously at his face, disgusted and ashamed. Then he heard a whirring. He sat up, briefly forgetting the white liquid dripping down his face. The delorean's lights were on, and the engine was gunning.

"HAHA! I knew it! I KNEW IT!" Doc Brown shrieked, dancing around, knife in one hand, dripping cock in the other. "I told you!"

Marty's eyed widened in disbelief again. "This is heavy.."

"It's not enough though! Not enough power!" He pointed the knife at Marty, sat in the bathtub. "Bend over."

Marty shrank back, terrified. "Oh no...You can't."

"I assure you, this is all in the interests of science."

"You think that HELPS???"

"I suppose I shall have to cut your lips off then." Doc Brown sighed. "Shame."

"Okay, okay." Marty shuddered, knelt up and laboriously pulled down his jeans, exposing his sweet, tight little teenage ass. He leaned over, shut his eyes and braced himself, blushing with humiliation.

"I'm glad you've decided to be so co-operative." Doc Brown said, "Believe me, this is as difficult for me as it is for you."

Marty doubted that. He felt something hard press against his tight asshole, and briefly wondered how sort of a virile old bastard the Doctor was to become hard again so quickly.

"Doc, shouldn't we be using some kind of AAAAAAAAAAAGH."

"No time!" Doc said, pumping back and forth vigorously as Marty cringed in pain at the rough entry, his rectal muscles clamping down painfully around the unwanted invader.

"God, I think you tore something." He winced.

"Don't be such a sissy! Listen to that engine noise!" Doc Brown told him, in-between grunts. "We've nearly got enough power to get up to Eighty-eight!" As the engine noise increased. He shifted changed the angle a little, hitting Marty's prostate and sending a shiver of something enjoyable through the boy, which if anything, made Marty even more disgusted, although he couldn't stifle a little moan of pleasure.

"That's more like it. You may as well enjoy this."

"You're nuts!" Marty cringed. "Don't you dare come in me!"

"Too late!" Doc Brown replied, balls twitching as he emptied himself inside Marty's anus. The delorean roared like a hungry tiger.

Marty dragged himself away from his abuser, and huddled in the corner of the bathtup, ashamed, frightened and painfully aroused.

"Excellent job!" Doc Brown exclaimed, putting his shrinking cock away, much to Marty's relief. "Your noble sacrifice is well worth it, yes?"

"What...How the hell.... I don't get it..." Marty shook his head, trying to ignore the pain of his smarting ass.

"Science, my boy. Science." Doc Brown said, tapping his nose mysteriously. "Now pull up your pants and let's get Back to the Future!"