Okay...first impressions might be wrong. Now that I was more cognizant, I could see that was no hospital room, I was in. It was something like you set up for clinical observation. Three solid, screamingly white, blank walls with nothing along them. White linoleum floor. Hell, I think even the ceiling was linoleum, it was so solid. No...no, it couldn’t be something that solid, because light was glowing from behind it. In fact, light was coming from everywhere, though not so bright it hurt my eyes.
While they did bring in a crash cart, due to their sensors going crazy, it was only because I’d replaced my clone and half of what had been attached to was disconnected. I found I was on a gurney so sat up to face a wall that was half window, beyond which I could see men and women in white coats. Some had clipboards, others were frantically working at computers. All stopped, horrified at seeing me looking back. There was a heavy-duty door at one end, through which the crash-cart crew came.
And skidded to a halt at seeing me.
Then they spun around like a clown car and scrambled back through the door. That was weird.
That is what I finally caught up to myself and realized I was as naked as the day I was born. And the tentacles’ cum was still dripping from my ass and in my mouth. I stood up, not at all shaky, removed the last of the connections and flexed my arms and legs and back...and I was fine. Just felt really dirty.
First thought? The Beast had handed me off to the very people who might cause it problems. Because I had all over me all the proof I needed to convince them of its existence. And I’m the kind of guy – you fuck me over...I’m fuckin’ you right back.
So...let the interrogations begin. Use as many rape kits on me as you want. Fill your files with what I have to offer. I’m ready, and the sooner it’s done the sooner I can shower this shit off me.
Except for one small problem – the motherfuckers wouldn’t come near me. They all gathered in the room on the other side of that window to stare at me as if I were some experimental lad rat. I walked over to the window and tried to call to them but my throat was too raw to speak, so I motioned for them to come to me, but they just took lots of notes.
This was irritating.
No, infuriating.
What neither they nor I expected was, coming back from the Beast like this...I was...holy, shit, I’d just been raped and milked for God knows how long while I with the Beast...but I was still horny as fuck.
In that room, there was this one doctor, early thirties, buff and beautiful in his dark hair, blue eyes and mustache who had a body that promised to be worth anything to get to it. Broad shoulders, full chest, nice ass, legs to die for, topped off with what I’d always called an Air Force Captain’s strut, where his head led his body by just a little.
I focused on him, and it was obvious what I wanted to do to him, considering how hard my dick was.
Of course, he freaked out because the look in my eyes was anything but human. And I’m pretty damn sure I was growling. That’s when I noticed a vaguely sweet scent permeating in the air...and my brain grew cloudy...and before I could take two steps back from the window, I collapsed.
Not unconscious. Just not able to move or speak or anything. Which gave some security guys the opportunity to float in, lift me up and put me back on the gurney, then strap me down nice and tight.
Some researchers rolled in with new carts and machinery, that Captain Doctor with them, and they vacuumed up the slime dribbling from my mouth and ass. Then I was subjected to a full rape kit, after which I was x-rayed, had blood drawn, stomach pumped, was Colonoscopied, catheterized, reflexes verified, and every part of my body swabbed and fondled by them. They even got me to cum so they could capture that. I knew every goddamned thing they did to me for the next twenty-four hours, or so. Felt it. Some of it painful. All of it making me hornier and hornier.
And all of them looking very confused by the results.
Then I was wrapped in a hospital gown, still unable to move on my own, and away they went. I was soon able to sit up on my own and stretch and hop off the gurney and walk around, barefoot on the icy floor.
No, I was pacing. Growling. Because I was still caught in my animalistic need. I tore that damned smock off. They’d already seen all of me so modesty was silly, at that point.
My Captain Doctor wasn’t in the room, at that time. Off-shift, maybe? So I latched onto the guards standing by the door, ready for anything. He had a fine form to him, and his rich pecs were made richer by him crossing his buff arms in front of him. Trim waist. Thick neck but it fit his head and face. I couldn’t tell if he was Latino, Jewish, Irish, or Turkish...with his brown eyes, he’d have fit any of them, as would the hair on his hands and a hint of a five o’clock shadow.
I hadn’t seen him before, and something about the way he stood, on guard but straight and sure of himself in a way that held none of the bullying of the other guards, made me think he would be a joy to have.
Holy fucking shit; if I couldn’t have that doctor I’d take him in a heartbeat. In fact, I got a nice erection just looking at him.
My eyes locked on the beauty of that guard. His uniform’s shirt and cross-belt only made his pecs and belly look even tighter, while his pants were too loose to provide much of a basket, but there was just enough of a bulge to prick the imagination.
Pun intended.
Next time that door opened, he’d be mine.
But then it did open, and in came Tuck pushing a cart of food. That dick of a biker gang fuck who’d thought he could bully me in jail, before I was transported out, but wound up being my bitch. More than once.
Which startled me. I mean, where the fuck was I? Back in that jail?
He saw me, gasped and scrambled back to the door...but it was shut. Locked. He started screaming to be let out, but the researchers just took notes.
Son-of-a-bitch, the motherfuckers had given him to me...
I looked at him, for a moment. He was in a white shirt and pants with those pull-on tennies on his feet. It looked like he’d lost a bit of weight, gotten leaner and neater, which looked damn good on him. He’d been a bit more chunky that I’d liked, when I first fucked him. Now I was thinking he’d be fun all over, again.
Which is what those assholes wanted.
I wouldn’t have given it to them, but instinct was talking over. Need and...and, no; demand.
Tuck saw it in me and grabbed a plastic spoon off the cart, then he scrambled along the wall, howling, “No, no, no, you can’t do this to me, not again. I’ll fuck you up!”
He snapped the spoon apart to make a small, short form of dagger and held it ready as he backed away from me. Damn, it made him even prettier. More desirable.
I circled around to him, a soft chuckle growling from. I really was a beast, right then, and he was my dinner. I was getting closer, to him.
And closer.
And closer.
Watching his pecs heave in fear. The hair on them peeking around the unbuttoned part of his shirt made him look even more erotic. His legs filled those pants so nicely, too.
I got closer.
He jabbed at me with his sad little dagger and looked past me at the window to scream, “What the fuck’re you doin’? He’s gonna kill me!”
No response.
He jabbed at me, again, but this time I grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him to me, spinning him around so I could slam my other arm around his neck, tight. He kicked and struggled to free himself, but thanks to the Beast I was twice his strength. I didn’t even care that his free hand was whipping back at my side.
“You’re killin’ me!” he shrieked.
“No,” I snarled. “That’s what they want, but they’ll have to do it, themselves. I’m gonna hand you back to them full of my cum. Ass and belly.”
“No! NO!”
I forced his dagger back and used it to tear open some of his shirt then pressed the point to his neck. I let my other hand shift down to caress his left pec and pinch at his tit. He flinched but didn’t dare fight too hard for feat I’d slice open his neck.
Which was a possibility, I must admit.
“Don’t. Please. You already...already...”
“Fucked you? Sucked you off? How many times’ve you made a woman do this for you?”
“That’s different,” snapped out of him before he realized what he was admitting. “I-I-I mean...”
“You mean bullshit,” I laughed. “It’s the same fuckin’ thing. Just you on the receiving end, this time.”
I tore the left side of his shirt away and slipped my hand inside the pants to grope his dick and balls. He was wearing briefs. How nice.
He howled and kicked...but not enough to free himself.
I picked him up and carried him to the gurney then slammed him across it. He could feel my dick raging between his legs, and the joy of his ass shifting against me was indescribable. I could have cum, right there. But the researchers wanted more than that from me, and until I could figure out how to escape these bastards I’d do whatever it took to make them happy.
I leaned in to whisper in Tuck’s ear, “Play it smart and you’ll live. Help me get that guard, and when I escape, I’ll take you with me. You’ve made through this, before. You know it’s not really that big of a deal. Go ahead and fight me, but if you help me get that guard, we’ll get out of here.”
“I...I...I don’t fuckin’ believe you.”
“You got no fuckin’ choice.” Then I pinched his left tit, hard.
He cried out in pain, then I flopped him onto his back, keeping the knife pointed at his neck, and yanked his pants open. These were like minimalist European briefs, so I just pulled them out of the way to reveal his dick, took a moment to appreciate how nice it was. I hadn’t remembered it being so fucking pretty. So damn perfect. Made me happy to drop to my knees and suck him into my mouth.
He got hard pretty damn quick for a guy who hated the idea of gay sex. I started to think his howling was just for image’s sake. What’s more, his balls were fat and sassy, not scrunched up in fear.
He still flinched and verbalized not liking what I was doing, but his dick was speaking a completely different language.
Maybe it was ‘cause I was hungry, but I loved sucking on him. The length of him. The thickness. The feel of him as he filled my mouth with his size. It was almost ethereal. I could have kept at this, forever.
After a moment, he started pushing himself down my throat. Harder and harder. And his words stopped. And his right fingers wove into my hair to hold me in place. And he pumped harder and harder and harder and harder and I let him because it felt so lovely and right and made me happy in ways I never thought possible as my tongue kept working him and toying with him and caressing him and my hands drifted down to grip his ass...his lovely ass...clenching and adding to the madness of the moment. I grew hungrier and hungrier for it and squeezed it...no, massaged it...almost petted it as he went harder and harder into me before letting a whine build from deep within in that became a gasp of the purest pleasure as he shuddered and stopped the oral fucking as he jolted and fired into my mouth.
Stream after stream.
I swallowed it. Every bit. Sucked more of it from him.
He groaned and tried to back away from my lips but I was still mauling his ass and wouldn’t let him go until I’d worked every drop from him, like some greedy wanton whore.
Then without the slightest touch on my dick, I let loose stream after stream of cum. Startled me with its suddenness and extreme elegance. I’d wanted to fill him with it but my dick wasn’t willing to wait. My back arched and my hips jolted forward and my ass clenched and I shifted back and some of my cum landed on Tuck’s half-exposed chest. And his face. And I felt the fullest pleasure merge with every part of my body.
I released his ass and let my fingers pinch my own tits...and nearly screamed from the explosion of fire within me. Shot more cum into the air. I didn’t know I could have that much in me...but it kept coming.
Pun intended.
I wound up seated on the floor, leaning back on my arms, my legs akimbo, the linoleum-like stuff smeared with my cum. I looked up at Tuck, still half-lying across the gurney, as he looked down at me, the purest confusion on his face.
“What...the fuck...” gulped from him. “What’d you...you do to me? Never let...a guy...near me...till you...you raped me. Now? Now I want it. Love it. How? What’d you do?”
I chuckled and managed to sit upright, cross-legged. “Showed you who you really are,” whispered from me. “Who all men are. Deep down.”
He huffed a laugh and looked away, still breathing rough. I could almost see tears in his eyes.
“You still gonna fuck me?” he murmured.
I took hold of his thighs, half still in the pants, and pulled myself up to my knees. Then I nuzzled between his legs, letting the hairs on them tickle me as my hair caressed his balls. I alternated between licking and kissing his left thigh and his right, moving back up to his dick. Then I caressed it with my lips and tongue, as well. Such a lovely dick. Perfect in every way.
My hands rode up the backs of his legs to grasp his ass, again, as I kissed around his pubes. Then I let my tongue work its way up his treasure trail to his left pec and used it to play with his tit.
He squirmed. His ass clenched. He gasped in a breath. His dick bounced a little, ready to get hard, again.
“There’s nothing I’d like more to do,” I whispered.
Then I looked at him. And the expression in his face was Do it! Do it!
So I stood up, rolled him over to lie across the gurney, shifted his briefs out of the way of his ass, spent a few minutes kissing his cheeks and licking them and nuzzling them until I pressed the head of my dick against his hole and slowly, slowly, slowly slipped into him.
He groaned and pushed back against me, making sure I was in him to the hilt. The little bitch, so wanton and needy and I loved it so. I pulled back and began to pump into him as I wrapped my arms around his hips and fondled his dick and balls. Getting him hard and ready, again.
Oh, my God, how right he felt around me. How he tightened himself as I pulled back, sending that screaming lightning crashing through me. How the feel of my pubes brushing against his ass multiplied my need. Again and again and again I pumped into him until this wave of extreme beauty crashed up to and over me and I came inside him...and he came at the same time.
“Oh, fuck...” I said.
“Oh, fuck...” he said.
Oh, fuck, was right. This hadn’t been rape or even sex. This had been wanton beyond belief as the two of us had merged into one. And I wanted to go, again.
And would have, but he vanished. Right out from under me.
What the fuck????
