So yeah, I died. No question in my mind. Even as I woke to find myself in a vaguely defined room of walls that were not solid and in shifting colors. I felt restraints of some kind around my arms, legs, torso, waist, pulsing, holding, caressing, almost tender. The only sound was a soft murmur of fear, to my right. I manage to look...
And it was Molinaro. He was lying on his back atop a counter that was almost invisible, held in place by thick cords that wrapped and twisted around his wrists and ankles and arms and legs and waist and neck. Shifting like a snake but not shifting. Glowing but not glowing. Pulsing but only as if they seemed to be, not actually were. Colors I'd never seen before gleamed within them. He was still in his uniform. One sleeve was partly torn away, but nothing else damaged.
To say I was confused would be an understatement. But more surprising? I was not afraid.
Molinaro was held down tight, but he still struggled to escape the constant manipulation by those cords. Scared little grunts came from him as his chest heaved with fear. Then he noticed I was conscious and gasped. "You...you were dead. Again. How? Alive? You were dead. Again. How's it? How's it happening?"
I couldn't speak. I was breathing but wasn't gagged; I simply had no words to say.
"It killed 'em," he continued, his voice shaking. "One by one. You. With 'em. You on 'em. Them on you. Fed 'em to the walls. Dissolved into it. Into the walls. Like it was eating them. After you. After you, and...and I can see it. See it. This is hell. This is hell."
That is when another cord glided up and forced itself into his mouth to silence him. His eyes, which I'd always thought were squinty, grew wide with fear.
That is when I sensed that my t-shirt was gone. And my jeans and briefs and...and I was completely naked. I was not being held in place, like Molinaro; it was more like the cords were massaging up and down my arms and legs and pecs and belly like a lover, with something thin and joyous wrapped around my dick and balls, softly stoking them in a way that felt deep and nice and elegant and so erotically wonderful.
There was also some kind of probe up in my ass, but it added to the beauty I was feeling. The whips danced above me then joined in to wrap around and pull at my tits. Toyed with the one that was pierced. Trailed down the center of my belly and back up, again, with a delicacy that was both depraved and erotic. Son-of-a-bitch, was I ready to fuck...
It sounded to me like Molinaro was gargling some religious bullshit, asking for forgiveness and pleading he be sent to heaven. What an idiot. Way too late for that bullshit.
Then the creature appeared from a dark space. Perhaps through the wall; I'm not sure. It almost seemed beautiful in its whispering moves, sharp pings of color bursting from it. I didn't remember seeing that when I first saw it. It almost seemed alive, in comparison. Joyous.
Its whips and tentacles focused on Molinaro. The cord around his mouth pulled out, dripping some kind of creamy fluid. He gagged, for a moment, then screamed when the beast's tentacles groped him, but he could not avoid being felt up and fondled. "Not me, too, not me, not me..."
It ripped open his shirt, shredding it, then tore away his T-shirt in strips, showing a nice full chest with perky tits. Flat belly. Next, his pants were torn in half at the fly and yanked away to reveal long legged boxer briefs. Those were shredded, next, to show he had a decent cock and balls. Which I'd already figured from the few occasions I'd seen him at the gym. He wasn't showing off just his physique, in that Spandex crap.
I could now see that he did shave his body. All but a patch of pubes at the base of his dick. Which to my surprise was growing hard from the whips caressing it. Like he was getting off on being raped, despite his howls of protest and anger and fear.
The cords around me guided me up into a sitting position, with gentle moves, the probe remaining inside me. I couldn't speak. Couldn't move except as whatever the cords would allow. The tentacles drifted over my legs and back and neck as the whips toyed with my tits and fondled my dick and balls. Waves of lightning washed over my body. Never in my life had my dick been so hard. Never had I been so in need of a good solid fuck. And I grinned at the thought of who was going to be my target.
I was maneuvered around to stand between Molinaro's legs. How? I don't know, because that platform he was on still seemed to be there. I simply waded into the middle of it. I watched the whips pull back his foreskin and toy with the head. So clean and neat and perfectly shaped. He was now raging hard, and somehow I knew I was going to be dealing with it.
Which, to my shock, I wanted to.
Still standing between his thighs and without a thought or moment's hesitation, I bent down so my mouth was directly over his dick. And licked at the head. And sucked it into my mouth. I grunted and groaned and almost choked...only almost. It was like I knew exactly how to give a blow job.
But how? Seriously! Never once in my life had I considered blowing a man. Even when I saw guys whose dicks I was envious of. Hell, I didn't even like licking a woman's pussy. Yet here I was, going down on Molinaro, and not only was I not fighting it; having his uncut cock in my mouth actually felt nice.
I slowly bobbed up and down on him, swirling my tongue as if I'd been doing this all my life, sucking and licking, up and down and up and down, making him harder and harder. He was not a small man, in that regard, but I was handling it. I wasn't choking or gagging but instead was eagerly digging deeper and wilder and faster on him. What's more, I realized my hands were free so I started pinching at his tits and rolling his balls, making him squirm like a frisky puppy, despite him grimacing and crying, "Stop! Stop! Not me, too, not me!"
I don't know how long I kept at it before he got to be as hard as any man could get and started to push back at my mouth. Buck inside me. Move like he was fucking me, orally. Harder and harder he pushed. Tighter and tighter I sucked. On and on in joyous unison until he groaned and gasped and let out a yelp, then fired his cum into me, filling my mouth and...and...shit, I swallowed it. Every bit. Sucked at him for more and more of his juice.
And I fucking loved the taste of it. Kept at him until there was nothing more. Then something made me whisper, "You were it...the best..."
And what's even crazier? I felt new strength coursing through my body. Felt even more powerful than before I'd been shot. Sure of myself and centered in my world. Something I hadn't felt since I was a kid, before I understood the ways of the world.
The cords drifted away, as did the whips, and I stood on my own. I shifted back to look at him. I hadn't really thought of it, before, but he was a damn good-looking man, even with those weaselly eyes. I'd enjoyed being face-fucked by him. I wanted more of him. Lots more. Like I was still hungry after having finished dinner, or something.
I caressed Molinaro's legs, still held in place by the cords. Nice legs. Good form to them. I noticed there were strands of his boxer-briefs still hanging from his left thigh, but otherwise he was completely naked. I nudged the cords and they lifted his legs up to reveal his very, very, very nice butt...and held him there...
My dick was still hard as a rock. Why hadn't I cum, yet? I mean, I don't think I had, but...
Instinct took over, completely. I wrapped my arms around his thighs. His ass looking so damned inviting. The whips danced over to caress my dick, up and down. I had no foreskin, so all they could do was trail along the length of it until I couldn't stand it, anymore. I gripped his ass and spread his cheeks.
He was screaming, "Don't do it, don't do it!"
That only made me growl and press against his hole, and plunge into him.
He howled in pain and that fed some need deep withing me. He screamed over and over, "Stop! Stop! Not me, too." But that only added to the fire in my soul. I fucked him slow and steady as the whips whispered around my balls and tits, and the cords caressed my thighs and calves, and the tentacles ran up and down my back and over my ass as I fell deeper and deeper into an insanely demanding want that was beyond prurient.
Pumping harder. Harder.
The more he howled and fought, the better it was for me. The more intense I became until every fiber of my being cried out and shifted down to my dick and balls and...and...I couldn't hold back...the sensations were flooding over me in ways too great...and I fired into him. Again and again and again...and he was screaming and I never wanted it to stop. I wanted the son-of-a-bitch to scream, forever.
But finally, I was done. Drifted down...down...down into another world...of the greatest peace and tenderness and beauty and joy...
And noticed he was hard, again.
Inviting, again.
Calling to my need, again.
So I sucked him off, again.
Swallowed every bit, again, even as he wept and moaned.
And for the first time in my life...even after all the women I'd fucked...right here and right now was the first time I felt completely satisfied.
I leaned back, like I was on a chaise and the cords were propping me up. I felt so decadent. So alive. I both wanted to sleep, yet not. I was too full of the pleasure of what I'd done and wanted every moment of it to stay in my heart.
I gazed at Molinaro. He was shaking his pretty head. Beautiful tears in his eyes. Those added greatly to my sense of joy. Kill me? I'll fuck you up. motherfucker. Which made me chuckle.
Then the tentacles grabbed his arms and yanked him upright. Nothing gentle about it. He sagged, but even held like that, he looked so pretty.
God, how I fucking hated him for doing this to me. Making me love fucking another man. No, not fucking--raping another man. He'd turned me into a monster. A joyous monster, And I was so fucking done with him.
That's when he was pushed against the gleaming wall. He stuck there. And he screamed and fought as it seemed to suck him in, like upright quicksand. Envelop him with ease, despite his struggles. Swallowed him whole into a sort of translucent Jello that grew brighter in its impossible colors. He'd been such a pretty man. Too bad he'd also been such an asshole.
I was allowed to continue lounging in place. Somehow, I knew that was not to be my fate. I could sit there, naked, corrupt, chuckling and watching this all with an amazing detachment.
Guess the motherfucker should have waited for backup.
