Strangely, it's that time again — Part II of Vividblurry Fan Fiction, submitted by an anonymous reader. You people really need to get jobs. (Be sure to catch up on Part I before reading ahead!)

Part II: Toby and His Ass of Time

When he came to, Toby was already exhausted- his cock was throbbing, his head was pounding, and his ass- his ass was clenching. He didn’t know how many guys had fucked him at that point, but he was guessing it was more than a few. Had Bravo already fucked him? He hoped not… not that there was much he could do about it. He was tied tight to the goal-post, and no amount of struggling was going to free him. Suddenly, he felt his ass relax- the fucking had stopped… at least for now.

“How do you like it now, Toby?” It was Bravo. Even without the affected speech, the slight lisp, the ever-so-subtle stiffness of the upper lip, one could always tell if Bravo was talking. What Toby couldn’t tell was that Bravo, at this point, was rock-hard- more ready than ever to fuck the life out of Toby like he had dreamed about and jacked off over for years and years.

Indeed, if there was one dream—one yearning Bravo had throughout his life, it was to fuck a guy as gorgeous, as intelligent, as full of machismo and good humor as Toby. The only thing he wanted that surpassed this dream was to be fucked by a man like Toby… but he could never embarrass himself in front of his teammates by bottoming for the guy they just gang-raped.

Bravo began stroking his long, thick, smooth shaft. Pre-cum was oozing out of him, and the wetter his cock got, the harder it proceeded to get. He sidled up behind Toby, and, upon hearing Toby’s protestations, got even harder.

“Bravo, you sick fuck, if you fucking get your dick anywhere near me I will kill you as soon as I’m free.”

“Oh Toby, don’t talk like that…” Bravo gasped in response, “You know I’ve loved you… loved you madly from the first day I ever met you! This entire thing, this whole setup… it was all arranged as a setup so that I could get close to you. The only thing I want more than to fuck you right this moment is for you to fuck me. When I slide my foot-long into your tight, quivering asshole, I’m going to pretend that I’m the bitch slaveboy and it’s your hard cock penetrating me. That’s all I’ve ever wanted in life, Toby- to belong to you.”

Before Toby could respond, Bravo covered Toby’s mouth with his hands. Shaking with fear, with rage, with despair, Toby prepared for what was to come- but before it did, he heard Bravo gasp.

“Oh my god!” Bravo lisped, “Oh my god! What on earth is that?”

Right as Bravo had prepared to push his cock into Toby’s eager bottom, something had happened. Something Bravo had never dreamed about, never even dared to imagine might happen.

A vortex- a tear in the space time continuum- had erupted out of Toby’s asshole. Toby closed his eyes- he was afraid this would happen. His entire life he had known that within him he harnessed the eternal power of the ages, but the only way to access it was through just such a brutal bondage bang that Toby knew he could never, as a hot top, subject himself to. But now it had happened, and only time- in that traditional sense we know it as- could tell what would happen.

Bravo’s teammates’ limp wrists shook and their nelly voices cried out for help as the vortex exploding out of Toby expanded, bigger, bigger, until it was big enough to swallow Bravo whole- and then, as Bravo’s scream sank into the depths, the vortex took a change of course- and swallowed Toby up whole.

With Toby and his Ass of Time gone, the vortex disappeared as well. All that was left on the ground where Bravo was about to fuck Toby was their clothes. Yes, Bravo and Toby had taken a portal to another era—completely naked.

NEXT WEEK: JOIN US AS TOBY AND BRAVO ADVENTURE THROUGH TIME TO DEFEAT THE EVIL SCOURGE THAT THREATENS TO HOLD HOMOS THROUGHOUT TIME HOSTAGE: THE EVER-VIGILANT POLISH PLAGUE… TRABACA!!!