Page 54 of Habibi: Always and Forever

The interviewer fumbled with her clipboard and tiny microphone, giving off femme Clark Kent vibes with her short curly hairstyle. She sat facing us and put her notes to the side.

“You went from a long break to a number one album. Can you tell your fans about the change in your sound?” she asked.

“We are cohesive as a band, so with Linc leaving and Ner joining us, a slight shift was bound to happen,” I said.

“Yeah, but Ner added to our vibe rather than changing it.” Zoe leaned forward, bracing her elbows on her parted knees. “We didn’t replace Linc; we started a new era of Swimming with the Sharks instead.”

Vinny nodded. “Ner elevated our music and helped us find the new sound.”

We spent two hours on rapid questions from many interviewers who took their turn in the seat as if it was a speed dating event.

Throughout, I felt a rush at wearing the cage and knowing the key was around Ner’s neck. No one had to know, but Ner owning me was my own thrill. We belonged to each other, and the physical representation of his grip on me was exciting.

We finally made it into the changing room Ner and I shared at the arena where the awards show would take place.

“Don’t forget to finish signing these.” Frank handed me a box full of postcard-sized prints with a promo pic of the band, all of them with signatures of everyone else but me.

Last week when I’d been re-recording guitar for the next single, the other four had been scribbling furiously, but I had a set left to go through.

I sat on the sofa and took the marker and a bundle marked “Rick, you slacker”.

“I’ll shower first.” Ner slithered out of his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom.

By the time I was done writing my name a hundred times, the room was full of steam, and Ner was hanging our travel hangers packed with our threads on a door hook. I undressed where I stood and went to wash myself.

As the spray hit my back, I started my thorough wash with my caged cock, and smiled.

My life had become so much brighter since I’d met Ner, yet it remained chaotic in so many ways. I couldn’t even imagine how huge of a change joining the band had been for him. He’d left his family and a quiet town at the seaside in Greece, and gone on a crazy adventure with me and the gang.

This day was only one of many insanely busy ones. Between interviews, recording, touring, and attending events, we’d still found time for each other. Every spare moment we could grab, we filled with nurturing our relationship.

I knew what I had to do next.

With a towel around my waist, I sauntered out and pulled a simple gold band from the pocket of my discarded leathers, then hugged Ner from behind, inhaling the ocean scent of his drying hair, the shoulder-length teal waves tickling my nose.

He was smaller than me, but so much stronger in every way.

He turned in my arms and held me in his tentacles.

“I’m a bit nervous about tonight,” Ner said, nuzzling my neck. “I’m still new to being famous, but being here with you makes me feel like I can do anything.”

I stroked his cheek and kissed him briefly.

“I don’t care if we win. Sure, it’s always great to receive acknowledgement from the business, but we get the love from fans, and that’s what matters.

Creating music with the band and sharing it gave me much more than an outlet to my emotions, a safe space to thrive, and a found family—it gave me you. I wouldn’t have met you otherwise.”

I clutched the ring I’d been carrying around for weeks, kneeled on one knee, and took Ner’s hand.

“Rick? What are you—” Ner’s voice broke, and he looked down at me with tears shining in his eyes, and his cheeks flushing blue in the most adorable way.

“The ring is just a symbol, but if you agree, I’d love for the world to know that you’re mine. Will you be mine forever, Ner?”

“Of course! Yes!” Ner swooped me up in his tentacles, lifting me off my feet.

I yelped and held up the ring. “Can I?” He nodded, and I slid the gold band onto his finger.

“For now, take this as my promise.” Ner took the seawater stone ring off his pinkie.

“I can’t.” It was his most prized piece of jewelry, and he’d gotten it from his grandma.

He cupped my face with his free hand. “What’s mine is yours.”

“Including family heirlooms?”

“Yes.” He secured the ring on my finger and kissed my knuckles one by one. “I love you, Rick.”

“I love you too. Even when you keep my cock caged all day.”

“It was two weeks last time, and you liked it.”

“I did.” I grinned, recalling the way Ner had teased me, and stuffed my ass with his tentacles while I’d been unable to get hard in the metal contraption.

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N er took off the silver necklace with the key dangling from it. “I need to taste your cock and touch you everywhere you’ll let me.”

I spread my arms and wiggled my ass until the towel dropped to the floor. “Take me. Fill me up. Please.” I caught one of his tentacles and wrapped my lips around the tip, swirling my tongue over the nearest sensitive sucker the way he liked it.

“My needy monsterfucker.” With supernatural strength and agility, he maneuvered us, laying me flat on the ground and settling himself between my parted legs.

His upper tentacles caressed my chest, teasing my nipples, his mid ones held me by the thighs, while his two cocktacles, sprouting from his groin, danced in the air, ready to fill me up.

Being a tall guy with a strict gym routine, I’d always felt huge and bulky in the bedroom.

It had taken a smaller man with strong tentacles that moved me around with ease to convince me I could submit completely.

I craved the freedom of our quiet moments together before facing the storm of a life we’d led as rockstars.

Nereus swirled his tongue over the slit of my trapped cock and over the thick steel ring that went through it, peeking out from the cage.

I’d been thinking of getting more piercings for a while and seeing Ner loving my reverse Prince Albert only cemented the idea.

I thrived under his affection, that he didn’t hold back.

With one last lick, Ner unlocked the chastity device and pulled my dick free from its confines.

“You’re so gorgeous, and all mine.” Ner sent his tentacles to roam over my body, with suckers on my nipples and the inside of my thighs while he nuzzled my groin.

He took my flaccid dick into his mouth and played with it, but only for a moment, as it hardened on his tongue in seconds.

Ner scooped natural lubricant he’d produced from his tentacle onto his fingers and spread it between my ass cheeks.

With my legs parted wide, he had great access to do anything he wanted to me.

Just the way I liked it.

Ner traced a fingertip over my hole then pressed in, breaching the outer ring of muscle with ease. “You’re so eager.” His voice, laden with lust, sent shivers through me.

“I stretched myself with my fingers while I was showering.” I looked down at him between my legs. “I need you to fill me right now. I’m ready, and we're running out of time.”

I groaned, letting my head fall back to the ground with a thump. “Ner, the love of my life, the best lover under the sun, please fuck me or I’ll die before we get to attend the ceremony.”

“I’ve been thinking about you being caged all day, so I share your desperation, trust me.” He kissed the tip of my cock, then took the entire length into his mouth and swallowed around the crown.

I opened my mouth to release a loud noise of pleasure, but Ner quieted me by giving me his mating tentacle to suck.

I swirled my tongue over the round end of the appendage that was the shape of a dick but as long as two feet when at rest. His second cocktacle breached my hole, entering on a smooth glide until it hit my prostate.

Whimpering, I grabbed the tentacles holding my wrists above my head and squeezed once as a signal for green.

Ner massaged my p-spot while sucking my cock with the same enthusiasm he had for music, maybe even more.

We both had two lovers–each other and music, and that was the beauty in our relationship.

Ner released my dick from his mouth and gave attention to my balls instead.

“Hold on,” he said, then lifted me up like a puppet, with a cockacle up my ass and other tentacles around my limbs. I felt him everywhere and revelled in being able to let go and ride the intense feeling of being stuffed and manhandled.

His hooded eyes glowed teal with passion as he set me on the dresser, sending make-up bottles and other paraphernalia scattering to the floor in a chaotic rhythm. He chuckled, and I rumbled deep within my chest, our joy mixing with our lust.

Ner kissed my neck, then continued down to my nipples and abs, where the deep thrusting of his cocktacle in my ass was having a visible effect.

My belly bulged with Ner’s presence inside me, and he nuzzled the spot.

If I hadn’t been training to hold my orgasm until the end of our play, I’d come now, seeing my abdomen bulge with Ner’s every stroke.

“I need to see you.” Ner hoisted me up and turned me so my back was against his front. Holding me in the air with my legs spread, he walked toward the full-sized mirror on the wall.

My rim was puffy and parted around Ner’s cocktacle, my belly moving with every twitch of it inside me, my thighs starting to show bruises in the shape of sucker marks.

“Look at you, full of my cocks, and begging for more.”

I nodded, drooling around his cocktacle. I was so close to coming; I didn’t dare move more than that.

“You’re so gorgeous like this, submitting your big body and bulging muscles at my command.” Ner’s voice was low and full of lust. “All you need is your cum all over yourself and mine inside you.”

“Please.” I moaned incoherently with my mouth full.

Ner wrapped a tentacle around my dick and pulsed while the tip of it teased the slit, wiggling into my urethra next to the ring.