Story of Unreality - Permanent Paralysis - Third part: Through the Tunnel

Since that winter ended

Since that friend vanished

Since you decided to abandon

Since you started to slip...

Through the tunnel that leads to where the darkest flower of the city grows

Through The Tunnel, Joaquín Sabina (and Los Secretos)

"The Tunnelor. He's the Tunnelor, he's coming this way, dude. He's coming!"

For a moment, almost complete darkness fell in the room. This was due to the enormous body that, for a moment, occupied almost the entire doorway, his head having to duck slightly to pass through. Not a man, but an impressive giant walked to the center of the room, casting his shadow over - poor me - my defenseless body. This giant among men, whom everyone stared at in awe, was dressed in a work jumpsuit from the municipal public works company, with the zipper down all the way to his crotch, so that this huge black man displayed his muscular chest, covered in curly and abundant hair, very sweaty or very wet from the foam, and also showing his monstrous, veiny, and humid penis, which he was swinging shamelessly, and which, although not yet fully erect, was already larger than anyone else's in the room, including mine. On all fours and agape in front of him, I seemed to be in an attitude of supplication, of adoration towards this black titan. The man looked around and said:

"Well? Who dares?"

No one dared. No one was that crazy. I noticed around me how many guys were masturbating while looking at him, and I even seemed to notice the sound of fingers applying lubricant to their asses, but between the huge cock and the fear that the guy inspired, a mature, very black, curly-haired man with arms and legs like barrels, everyone was too impressed and scared. I saw the older man hug the red-haired boy, as if protecting him, so that his young boy wouldn't be disgraced, who was cowering in fear. The disdainful gaze of the enormous black man passed from one side of the room to the other, challenging anyone who wanted to volunteer, without finding anyone. And at that moment, he turned his gaze downward, and saw the latex doll prostrate at his feet...

"I like white bitches," he said, grabbing my hair in a fist, "blond, chubby, and begging for a real man. Take note of what awaits you."

As he said this, my anus began to open and close compulsively. No one saw my S.O.S. for help. Everyone was staring at the black man's cock, which, when he observed my defined body, and which he undoubtedly found desirable, finally became fully erect, reaching monstrous proportions. I don't know how big it was, and how much was due to the drugs and my own terror; it didn't seem physically possible. I'm a passive guy with the path well open, but this was the tunnel boring machine of a highway, and it was going to open new paths. I noticed a general movement of recoil in the entire room, so that, motionless as I was, poor me, poor wretch, I ended up as the default volunteer....