Plot: Mr. Masoom must team up with Detective Syed Ali to finally stop the new Dicksaw. Meanwhile, Mahmud is trapped in cyberspace hell.
Intro
The stench of gasoline was prominent. Coldness drifted through the air. And it made the hairs on his cock stand up.
‘’W-where am I?’’ The 30-year old pilot said awakening to darkness.
Suddenly, the fluorescent lights went on. He was blinded by them but could not raise a hand for blockage.
‘’Hello Harry Puther,’’ the voice echoed through the walls. ‘’I’d like to play a game.’’
‘’If it’s sex I’d like to inform you I’m not gay.’’ Harry shifted in his seat.
He was in a jet hangar. A very large one. The pilot was strapped with handcuffs on both wrists in front and on the ankles. His nakedness was freezing by the touch of metal. There were two red beams pointing at his testicles on either side.
‘’Yes, look around.’’ The hoarse voice spoke. ‘’This is the same platform you used to take off your jet. You piloted filthy rich people. All was well until you were promoted to a mainstream airline.’’
‘’Fuck you bitch!
‘’So when you graduated into a prick you always jacked off in the passengers’ toilet. That too on the hot air hostesses. They filed a complaint but you managed to frame the co-pilot with his DNA. Now is the time for justice. Now is the time for redemption.’’
The lights on the crotch got deeper. There was a claymore on the floor with its beams upward. A timer was next to it.
‘’To escape you must come so that the semen hits the metal plate just further above your head. It must deflect to the claymore with such force that the functions melt. Live or explode, make your fucking choice.’’
The timer started its mere 30-second countdown. Harry shifted in his seat again but to no avail. He then used his left hand to awake his dick.
Then he pushed up and down rapidly.
‘’Ahhh!’’
The first shot barely missed. So did the second.
‘’Fuck!’’
The third got unbalanced and hit his face and stuck on like a giant sticky spider-web.
‘’Fuck!’’ I can’t breathe!’’
The timer reached zero and…
BOOM!
Chapter1
Mahmud saw only pitch black then three distinctly colored lines appeared dimensionally on the floor.
A triple of young hotties left their glass tubes and approached him.
‘’Why don’t I feel my hard-on?’’ Mahmud asked himself.
‘’Because Sir, you aren’t wearing any clothes. ‘’The African chick told him.
Mahmud looked down at himself and tried shielding his dick.
‘’No I’m gonna get gang-banged.’’ He whispered to himself nervously.
‘’We are here ordered by Lord Shahwath to dress you up.’’ The white hotties explained.
They quickly dressed him up. Then the zipper on the black and shining light blue tights ripped open.
‘’It is too tight.’’ The Asian deduced the obvious.
‘’One question: why are you all from different races?’’ Mahmud asked.
‘’Because our Lord is not racist like Nisar.’’ The black woman stated.
Chapter2
‘’Excuse me, where is the Detective?’’ A wavy-haired guy asked the female police officer behind the yellow tape.
‘’He’s near the exit with his vomiting partner.’’ She pointed her finger.
‘’Thanks and do you want me to sign your tits?’’ He took out a gold-plated pen
The tit-signer was introduced to the detective (in cuffs).
One guy was queasy and the other patting his back roughly. ‘’Relax man you’ll get used to it.’’
He noticed the man in chains held by the female cop. ‘’I don’t think this is Dicksaw, Jasmine.’’
She wrote up a sexual-harassment ticket and stuck it on his crotch hard. Then she uncuffed his and walked away.
The man held out his hand, ‘’Hi, I’m Mr. Masoom.’’
Syed Ali’s giant hand mounted his. ‘’ I’m Detective Syed Ali. This is my chickenshit partner Detective Teesra.’’
The other one did not have the time to shake hands.
‘’So writer you got Sexy killed and now you want me to get fucked up?’’
‘’I tried to save her. Still I’m here to finish my new book. The Dicksaw Chronicles.’’
‘’First you need a new title.’’
‘’And you need a smaller head.’’
Ali dropped him with one punch.
Chapter3
Mahmud entered the medium-sized stadium of the Tron world. It was designed the same way as in the movie. Shahwath was seated wearing white and golden robes a long way right across him. He had two hot feminine guards on either side.
‘’Where’s your fucking oxygen mask you Bangladeshi Darth Vader?’’
‘’Let the games begin!’’ Shahwath started clapping ignorantly, and so did the computer-generated Bangladeshi crowd.
A warrior emerged. He looked exactly like the Black Ninja in GI Joe.
‘’Fuck, I’m wearing a Pakistani cricket shirt and green doti. And where’s my fucking weapon!?’’ Mahmud demanded angrily.
A glass case emerged from the ground in front of him. Meanwhile, the Ninja was showing off his blade skills to the crowd.
‘’Enough heating up. Fight!’’ Shahwath ordered.
The Ninja swung his samurai sword at the hero. Mahmud raised his weapon and the long rubber dildo was cut in half.
‘’Fuck!’’ He ran away.
The ninja threw his sword at him tearing the doti.
‘’Great now I’m half-naked in cyberspace.’’
Then the Ninja shadow-jumped to helm the sword. And Mahmud shoved the dildo like a shawarma into his mouth.
‘’WTF you don’t have a moth!?’’ Mahmud shrieked like a blonde.
The Ninja kicked him down as the crowd roared. The swordsman looked at Shahwath before he could deliver the ultimate blow.
Shahwath raied a thumb then it went down. ‘’Finish him!’’
The warrior shoved his blade down but he hit only the floor. He turned around to be speared by the hero’s gigantic stomach.
Mahmud got up dusting his shirt. ‘’You don’t need to say ‘Finish him’ ’cause he’s already dead.’’
The crowd booed. Then the cyberspace lord got up from his throne.
Chapter4
It was night-time and a 20something year old man walked up to a tree. It was in a secluded area of the neighborhood.
‘’Is he here?’’ The man asked the shadowy figure near the tree.
The stranger handed him a cellphone.
‘’Hello Tinda, I’d like to play a game.’’ The voice on the other end plainly said.
‘’Where’s my son?’’ The phone shivered in his grasp though the weather was mild.
‘’Somewhere safe I assure you. From childhood you’ve been pissing on the neighbor’s lawns. Now is the time for breaking the habit. Now is the time for redemption.’’
The tall shadow came closer and took away the cellphone. He put it on speakerphone loud enough for only them to listen.
‘’To get you son back you must beat the person beside you in a fluid race. Whosever piss reaches the top of the tree first wins.’’ Dicksaw explained.
The man dropped the device on the device as Dicksaw’s voice began the 3-second countdown.
‘’Go.’’
Tinda had his zipper wide open and his fluid felt fresh on the wood as it was quickly going to reach the top. Then he realized the other man hadn’t even begun to release.
He must’ve forgotten his Red Bull, Tinda thought happily. I’ll win for sure.
His piss was almost about the reach the top when the tall guy’s urine started and beat his at nitrous speed. Then it deflected back onto Tinda’s bald head.
Then the figure took off his hood.
‘’No wonder you beat me. You’re a nigger.’’ Tinda said his last words.
‘’So what happened here exactly?’’ Masoom asked the couple of investigators.
‘’Well, we have explosive residue near the body so claymore surely.’’ Syed Ali answered. ‘’The guy’s testicles were the first point of impact so we figured it was a Dicksaw trap.’’
They were inside the yellow tape line. The officer in charge walked up to the trio, and told Syed that a kid had just been dropped back at his house
‘’He was presumably kidnapped by Dicksaw.’’ He continued. ‘’The wife was too busy crying to give a full interview.’’
‘’So the father came in for the ransom drop.’’ Masoom declared. ‘’But instead of money paid with his dick.’’
‘’I think even a lowlife writer could figure that shit out.’’ Teesra mocked shaking his head.
‘’Hey Teesra I got a question.’’ Masoom told him.
‘’Yeah?’’
‘’Why did your parents name you Teesra?’’’
‘’Because I’m the third child. As Urdu number go: Pehla, Doosra, Teesra.’’
‘’Oh I thought your parents didn’t know your gender so they labeled you in the third kind.’’
Syed Ali couldn’t control his laughter. Teesra was getting ready to brawl when Ali’s Iphone rang.
‘’Yeah? No shit? Be right there.’’ Ali hang up.
‘’It couldn’t be worse than a Dicksaw trap.’’ Masoom suggested.
‘’It’s not worse. It’s identical. Another Dicksaw trap in the same night.’’
Chapter5
Mahmud was shoved out of the laptop. He was in a steel cage with grey bars. Nothing but the laptop on the floor.
Dicksaw’s puppet filled the screen.
‘’So ya couldn’t face me on cyber-combat huh?’’ Mahmud said proudly arm over the other.
‘’Well, it wouldn’t have been really me would it?’’ Shahwath giggled like a psychopath. ‘’I’ve been here all the time. Also you beat my greatest warrior in Tron Puberty.’’
‘’No wonder you weren’t wearing a mask.’’ Mahmud tried to break the steel bars with his bare hands. ‘’Hey let me out. I’m tired of your sick games.’’
‘’I could’ve killed you. But I need you.’’
‘’Are those lyrics?’’
‘’I need a partner. Two heads are better than one.’’
‘’You crazy fish!’’
‘’Now I’ll show you my next trap. Your eyes will burn and the images forever fixated in your mind. You’ll join me in spreading fear throughout the universe.’’
Mahmud kicked the prison door. ‘’Let me out!’’ He shouted to the darkness beyond.
The light from the laptop being the only illumination.
Chapter6
‘’What do we have here?’’ Ali asked the first-to-the-scene officer.
‘’Definitely a Dicksaw trap. Urine found on the tree and grass. Like a tank of it. One the victim’s and the other not in the system. Cause of death was victim’s pulled out forcefully.’’ The officer explained in detail.
‘’I hope the suspect’s a prostitute. I’d really like my dick pulled with a grip.’’ Masoom imagined taking notes.
‘’Yeah, a male prostitute.’’ Teesra teased.
‘’You’re so gonna be gay in my next book.’’
Mahmud wanted to close his eyes. But he could not stand more dusk. The laptop screen showed a familiar teenage girl stopped to a dentist chair. The chair was in a laying-low position.
Right in front of her area was a similar-aged boy in a doggy-style receiving position. He was naked as well with his neck cuffed to the seat’s end.
‘’This would’ve been real comfortable if we were in a hotel room.’’ The lad said dazed to the girl as she woke up.
The girl didn’t speak. She lay silent and serious.
‘’Are your boobs real?’’ The boy questioned with eyes of sexual curiosity.
‘’Hello Mina and Umer. I’d like to play a game.’’ Dicksaw’s voice echoed through the loud speaker on the edge of the wall.
No it can’t be, Mahmud almost thought out loud. I saved her life so she could relive that moment?
‘’Umer you’ve always been a fan of pussy-licking. So here’s your foremost try at your ambition. And Mina darling, you will be tested once again if you’re still a slut.’’
Mahmud was about to break the screen. But he wanted to know whether Mina would make it out alive, again.
‘’In your fixation, you failed to notice a hose up your ass Umer.’’ Dicksaw said.
‘’Finally it got rid of that itch in my hole.’’ Umer said happily.
‘’There are razor-sharp braces attached to your teeth. If you do not finish slashing Mina’s pussy whole the hose will inject a lethal poison in your asshole. Live or die with wet butt, make your choice.’’
The timer started on the wall behind Mina and in Mahmud’s confused head. Umer did the tongue twister with his mouth and the gal did not even scream. Blood dripped on the white floor. Remains of pussy were stuck between Umer’s teeth.
The timer reached ten when Umer stopped to take a breath. He was too tired and his face fell flat on her vagina. Then the countdown ended and there was so much screaming from the male. The poison was in excess and poured out through his shredded balls.
All that was left were two bodies, and a bottom of blood and poison.
Chapter7
Mahmud finished his vomiting in the toilet and saw the desktop screen. He quickly noticed that Wi-Fi was on. And why wouldn’t it be? It was Shahwath’s machine.
He logged on to Facebook and hastily updated his status.
At the latest found crime sight, Masoom was checking stuff on his Xperia. His eyes almost bust out of their sockets when he witnessed Syed Mahmud’s update.
He commented: Whoa Mahmud u finally uploaded aftr a yr.
The reply was: Dumbass 1st look at da status.
Masoom looked and hurriedly informed Ali.
A trace was successful and after an hour. The writer and detectives, along with the police squad and SWAT, were gathered outside a seemingly abandoned warehouse.
‘’Okay ya’all listen.’’ Syed Ali declared. ‘’Me and Teesra will initially rescue Mahmud then give the order to invade the premises. Do not, I repeat, do not engage until either one of us gives the command.
The I want the fucking police, the fucking SWAT and even the fucking military to raid and fucking kill Dicksaw.’’
‘’I so have to increase you use of adjective in my novel.’’ Masoom ticked the pen rapidly on his notepad.
‘’You mean only you’ll go right.’’ Teesra shuddered.
‘’Where the fuck are you going?’’
Teesra then tore away his investigator coat and revealed the expected by Masoom.
‘’See I got boobs. I am actually a Teesra.’’
‘’Holy shit Teesra. Put your clothes back on.’’ Ali pleaded shielding his eyes.
‘’I could show you my pussy-dick.’’
Ali held out a gun to the writer. ‘’Looks like it’s you and me pal.’’
Masoom refused and took out a gold pen which was actually a tazer.
Chapter8
Ali booted down the old front door and there was blackness and nothingness everywhere. Then Ali’s flashlight pounced on a door near him. Masoom’s did the same to a door on the opposite side. They were about to enter each one by the signal when rattling was heard.
Both shone their flashlights on Mahmud’s tired face behind bars.
‘’Hey you ain’t gonna rescue my ass first?’’ He asked sticking his tongue out between lines.
‘’Dicksaw is the priority. Masoom now.’’ Ali gave the signal.
Ali’s door was automatically shut and bolted when he entered. He tried the knob amounting to no result. Then he noticed the lights were on. It was a plain storage room. A figure holding a gun emerged from one of the many cardboard boxes.
Syed Ali struck him with a headshot.
‘’I play MW3 Dickhead. You can’t get me that easy.’’ Syed Ali remarked conceited.
He kicked the guy in the head and its robot head fell out. A robot dressed in Black Ops 2 attire. All of a sudden, more shots were fired from multiple positions.
Ali took cover but his hand had been shot.
‘’Oh fucking shit!’’ It burned.
He smelled the shot. It was boiling semen. Shahwath emerged from the door breathing in gulps with his oxygen mask.
‘’Haha but you don’t play Black Ops 2.’’ Shahwath pointed his finger. ‘’There guards, finish him off.’’
The three robots were shot at that instant all struck down by headshots. Syed Ali blew his Glock-hole and was finally face-to-face with the nemesis.
‘’Yeah but I play online.’’ Ali reloaded his pistol. ‘’And why the hell are you wearing an oxygen mask?’’
‘’I was shoved into a cow’s ass in AAW 2 remember? I don’t want to be reminded any further.’’
Ali was hit from behind the moment he aimed his Glock.
Chapter9
Masoom was busy untying the poor girl from her second brush with porno torture. He held her cheek.
‘’Are you okay? He asked with deep concern.
Mina opened her eyes lazily yet seductively at the same time. Masoom eyed the pussy job once again then said, ‘’I mean ignoring the cut-up vagina, are you okay?’’
Mina suddenly smiled and grabbed hold of his face as their lips embraced. Then they released.
‘’What no tongure?’’ Masoom asked raising a brow.
Then they French-kissed again and Masoom’s shriek of fuck was muffled inside their love chamber.
He pulled himself back and his head hit the wall. His hands reached up to his mouth as he was sitting down and Mina had stolen his tongue.
‘’Finally you can shut up and I can enjoy my bitchy gossiping again.’’ Mina stood up in dominance.
She knelt down and was about to dig her nails into his sockets, when he tazed her with the pen.
‘’Ahh.’’ She began to close her lids.
Masoom quickly realized it was an act because the charge only went through the fake boobs. She snatched the pen and pushed it onto the dick.
Aftermath
Masoom woke up to be laying facedown on the cold floor. This was not a room but a hall as he realized while getting up hazily.
It was as large as the hangar and the area was quite wide. Masoom was about to have a heart attack when he saw the contraption.
Syed Ali was hanging from the ceiling. The brave detective was still alive. A chair below his feet balanced him. A rope was tightly strung around his neck.
‘’Hello heroes, I’d like to play a game.’’ Dicksaw’s words echoed along the walls.
Writer guy couldn’t say anything as he had no tongue. He looked over his shoulder to see SWAT banging on the motel door with a bulletproof glass on the small top see-through area.
‘’On either side of Ali’s head are two 10-feet size boobs. These were actually fossils found in England. Yes, where girls have the largest breasts. I mean did you see the heroine in Jack Reacher?! Humungous. So I reconstructed them to become the real deal.’’
Masoom saw the colossal milky tits juggling from the ceiling.
‘’You saw the death of your first detective friend. Prepare to see the others’. Unless you beat the trap. You have 5 seconds to say stop.’’
Masoom tried with all his brain but he had no tongue. He thought of replacing it with Syed Ali’s but his run ended near him when the timer clicked off.
The novelist slipped to the ground and the last words that he could make out were ‘’fuck you’’ inaudibly from Ali in the dizziness, then boobies smashed against his skull. Milk splashed all over Masoom and the room.
-The End?-
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