I was probably being a bit overly paranoid about the Beast ending me. It had taken several tries with my pack in order to figure out how to set up a helper. And by several tries, I mean it was with the dudes I’d considered my best friends.
Of course, all the girls had been stripped and handed over to the wall. It accepted them but it was obvious they were not its favorite food. Sort of like Brussel sprouts or Lima beans. Edible, but not one’s first choice.
The Beast showed me how it had tried its ritual first with Jack and Charley, who’d been close to cumming with his girl when the Beast snatched him. I guess it felt he was primed. So as Conner, Winn and Molinaro watched, all held in place by the cords, my two buddies were stripped in the usual fashion.
Poor Charley had always been on the chunky side with a round face, and little hair. It also turned out he had an average dick and was uncut. But face up on the platform he didn’t seem to have as much of a gut, better tits, and his also-chunky ass wasn’t as visible.
Jack was tighter and trimmer, dark hair swirling over his body, back and ass, and a dick that was longer and also uncut. His face was sort of rat-like, so I was surprised it was him forced to suck on Charley’s dick and not the other way around while one o fhe cords forced its way into Charley's mouth.
They fought it. Both of them did, as Conner, Winn and Molinaro cursed and howled and also struggled. And Charley finally did cum...after a lot of effort on the part of the tentacles and whips.
And I do mean a LOT of effort.
Then it made Jack fuck Charley, just like I had Molinaro. And while he managed to cum, Charley’s second blow job was just not to be. He was too freaked out and crying in fear, so no matter what the Beast did he would not get hard, again. He was finally taken to the wall, which made it very happy.
What was that old saying my asshole father used so fucking much? “Beef, it’s what’s for dinner.” Always just before he fucked my mother. Who giggled the whole time.
What a stupid thing to remember when witnessing the death of my buddy.
However, despite receiving part of the energy from the meal Charley made, the Beast was not satisfied.
So Jack was forced face-up on the platform, naked and struggling...and actually looking pretty damned hot while doing it. I mean, I’d noticed years ago how jacked he was, pun intended. And I’d seen how his dick was more than adequate, but lying down flopped back over his belly...it seemed bigger and ready for servicing.
Winn was chosen to rape him. Which made even less sense, because he’s on the thin side. Not scrawny or anything, just lean and tight and well-formed. His clothes were shredded, just like the others, and his dick turned out to be as lean and tight as he was. The Beast seemed to like it and his perky ass, from the way it felt him up and down and around and over and under and again...for God knows how long.
Of course, he didn’t like the Beast’s tentacles and whips fondling him and caressing him and slipping up into his butt. And he didn’t so much give Jack a blow job as get face-fucked by him. He’d been gotten hard, again, and managed to cum in Winn's mouth. Then despite his struggles, or maybe because of them...Winn wound up hard. And was pushed into Jack’s ass...and fucked him. Long and steady, his ass clenching with each thrust. It was actually perfect gay-porn, they way he went at it.
Of course, Jack didn’t like it, but then...he didn’t have to.
When Winn came, he went into a kind of shock, so he had to be pushed back down on Jack’s dick. Which wasn’t exactly hard, anymore. But the whips did their fondling of him and started him going, again, and..
Then the beast stopped. Pulled Winn away before his second face-fucking. Two of the whips circled his and Jack’s heads as they howled in fear, then the Beast released Jack and let the cords take him to the wall. He disappeared into it with barely a whimper.
Obviously, something about Jack hadn’t been right, like he wasn’t going to give Winn the second ejaculation or something, and the Beast had no interest in wasting more time on him.
Was this the same as sending your meal back, at a restaurant?
The cords forced Winn onto the platform as the Beast wrapped a whip around Conner’s and Molinaro’s heads. Oh, did they not like that. But it didn’t care. It seemed to sense something was missing in those guys so just scurried off to pick up my body. As dead as I was, apparently it still it wanted to check me out.
It carried me back to the craft, laid me on the platform and removed my clothes, carefully. Almost tenderly. Once I was naked, it rolled me onto my belly, slipped two whips into the wound and pulled the bullet out of my back. Then it scraped something from the wall...which I later found out was its knock-out serum...and layered that over the bullet hole.
As Winn, Conner and Molinaro watched in horror, I jolted and winced, and began to breathe. Which was more than a miracle. I’d been dead for hours, by that point, so rigor mortis should have been setting in. Or at least a bit of dead-brain damage. Instead, like Frankenstein’s monster, I shifted and moved my arms and flexed my shoulders and ass...and then sighed and stopped breathing, again.
The tentacles whispered around me, and one took more of the serum and maneuvered itself up into my rectum. After a moment I started breathing, again. I was turned onto my back, the tentacle still in me, and the whips and other tentacles caressed my dick into an erection. How? I have no idea. But there it was.
I was raised up into a sitting position, the Beast’s tentacles and whips still whisking all over my body. I never opened my eyes, not even when I was lifted to my feet and positioned over Winn’s dick.
Other tentacles and whips slicked up and down and over Winn, working him up into an erection. A cord pushed into his mouth and almost appeared to be face-fucking him as I...as I and went down on him like a side-street whore. Sucked on him. My eyes closed the whole time. But I was working it, from what I could see. Licking. Sucking. Caressing with my lips and tongue, like I'd been doing it all my life. And finally, Winn came in my mouth.
And I swallowed.
I’m fucking dead and I swallowed...and my eyes almost opened.
Next, Winn’s legs were raised and his ass exposed, and I was maneuvered up to his hole and pushed in. And I began to fuck him. Long and easy, like he had Jack. In and out. Over and over. Until something filled my heart and my eyes opened wider and I came inside of him.
By this point, he was semi-erect, again, so I went down on him, again. And after a fair amount of work, got him to cum, again. Not much. Just a dribble. But it made the Beast happy. Then Winn was given to the wall.
But when I was laid back on the platform and the cord removed from my ass...I smiled and sighed and stopped breathing, again.
So we went through the same ritual with Conner, who I’d always thought was the best-looking of us all. Solid build even better than me, with rugged good-looks, dark hair and a permanent five o’clock shadow on his jawline.
I went through the same process with him, every step. Brought back to life as his clothes were ripped away. Sucked him off till he came. Swallowed. Fucked his ass, which actually flatter than mine, to my surprise. No wonder he wore baggy jeans. Came in him, again. Sucked him off, again. Got way more cum from him than Winn’s second time. Swallowed it all. Opened my eyes all the way and saw the gleaming colors were exploding, everywhere and the Beast was pleased. They went wild when Conner was taken by the wall.
Then I sat on the platform...and fell back, dead, again.
That’s when Molinaro happened...and I was rebirthed, again. But after him, I stayed alive. Stronger than I’d ever been. What's more? All my old human moral concerns were gone. I was no longer a man; I was one with the Beast...and all that mattered was finding sustenance for it and the craft. I smiled when it showed me all of this, through the whip wrapped around my head.
I was now a monster. The world was my prey. And I was ready to go hunting.
