9
Travis Gets What He Asked For
C huck’s nest turns out to be an apartment not too far away from campus. It’s… interesting.
In what is probably supposed to be a combo living room and dining room sits a huge inflatable hot tub and an over-sized leather recliner that looks new. The kitchen is completely bare, and the appliances look pristine, like they’ve never been used.
Chuck beams at me proudly. “I see you are properly in awe of my nest.”
“I…” I struggle for something positive to say. The best I can come up with is, “It’s very clean.”
His face falls. “You don’t like it.” Then he pulls himself together. “It does not matter. Livestock doesn’t need to approve its environment.”
“Look, buddy. Your sex skills are fire, but I am not your fucking livestock, get it?” I poke Chuck in the chest. “You might be full of tentacles, but you can’t just swoop in and say I’m your cow or whatever. That’s not how this works. If you’re gonna be like that, I’m outta here. Fuck that A.”
I don’t really mean this—I need that A—but I can’t have this alien dude thinking I’m a pushover, either. I need to play hard ball, as my dad loves to say.
Chuck looks shocked at my words, like a woman in a telenovela finding out her boyfriend is fucking her best friend and her sister at the same time.
“You can’t leave. You have no form of transportation.”
“Really? That’s the best you can come up with? Let me tell you about this fun thing we have called Uber.”
Chuck remains astonished. “You would pay a stranger to drive you home because you don’t trust me? That is illogical.”
“ You’re illogical. I mean how do you even work? And how is your suit not all fucked up from that tentacle explosion from your ass?”
“My tentacles do not come from my ass,” Chuck says, sounding cranky. “I will show you.” He turns around and I see that the tentacles are actually emerging from his neck and upper back. I try to figure out how many there are but it’s hard with all the wriggling. Eight, maybe. Like a spider. Or…
“Are you an octopus alien?” I blurt out.
“A what?” Chuck turns around to face me but leaves his tentacles out and proud.
“You know. Blobby. Eight tentacles. Lives in the ocean. Freaky as fuck.”
“I demand to see an octopus. My host’s memories cannot be accurate.”
“Whatever, dude “I pull up octopus in an image search and then flip the phone around to show him. “See. Octopus.”
“I need to see a real specimen. Alive. Now. Not in a tiny image.”
“Whoa, dude. Chill. I think they’ve got at least one at the Shedd. It’s too late to go today, though. And how the fuck do your tentacles not rip your clothes when they come all busting out?”
Chuck looks at me like I’m an idiot. Actually, he does that a lot for a guy with an inflatable hot tub in his living room.
“I rearrange the atoms to not be in the way,” he says. “Are you so primitive a species that you cannot do the same?”
I know they do some weird shit over at Fermi Labs, so I shrug. “We’re working on it.”
“Of course you are,” Chuck says, all patronizing as fuck. “I am done with talking.” One of his neck tentacles snakes over to me and grabs me by the collar of my jacket then lifts me off my feet.
“Hey! Put me down.”
Chuck totes me behind him as he walks down the hall of his apartment. He opens the door to a small room. It’s big enough for maybe a twin bed and a dresser but he’s only got pillows in there. It’s like a ball pit, but with pillows. More chance of suffocation, I guess. He puts me down and I notice I’m naked.
“Where are my clothes? That was my favorite pair of jeans! And your clothes are gone, too. How the fuck did you do that?”
Chuck drops me onto the pile of pillows. “I already explained that I rearranged the atoms. If you can’t understand beyond that, it’s not my fault. This is the inner nest. We never wear clothes in the inner nest. It is used for mating, but also sleeping, since these new bodies need so much rest no matter what we do.”
“So you want a nap?” I ask.
Chuck shakes his head. “Try again.”
So my ass is still kinda sore because it’s not used to having shit shoved up it, especially not tentacles, so I hold up one hand. “Wait, buster. The Tunnel of Love is temporarily shut down for maintenance.”
“I don’t understand you.”
I sigh. “You’re so weird. Okay. My ass is sore. You will not be sticking anything inside it. If you’re interested in sitting on my dick, though, we can talk.”
Chuck just stares at me.
“My dick,” I say slowly. “Your ass. Or mouth. Or hell, tentacle. You can jerk me off or whatever.”
His tentacles kinda writhe around, stroking various bits of me. Chuck looks so distracted that I’m not sure he realizes he’s doing it. “You will suck my cock or dick again?”
“Please, dude, call it your cock or call it your dick but stop saying ‘cock or dick’ because it’s just weird.” Although also kinda cute, I have to admit.
“You will suck my cock.” This time it’s not a question.
“Sure, as long as you get me off, too.”
“Get you off of what? The only thing here are the small cloth bags filled with softness.”
“Getting me off is making me come.” I’m about to leave it at that but this is Chuck. “You know, ejaculate,” I say, digging back to high school health class.
Chuck nods. “This is a fair transaction. I will go first.”
Works for me. I start to sit up but he pushes me down so I’m lying on my back. “Stay.”
“Okay. Whatever. I’ll just lie here and think about football and that A you’re gonna give me.”
Chuck frowns at me. “No. You will not think of those things. Your mind pictures will be about me.”
I think my alien might be a bit possessive. That’s always been a big no for me, but it’s way hotter when it’s coming from an alien monster holding you down with his tentacles.
Who knew I was so kinky?
“Okay, mind pictures all about you, promise. How are we—" I start to ask how he wants me to suck him off when a tentacle—one of the two largest—splits at the tip and opens up like it’s some kind of fucked up flower. “What the actual fuck is that?”
Chuck smiles, showing way too many teeth. “I use it to hold things.” He demonstrates by letting the tentacle’s petals grip my cock, which is hard as steel because apparently I’m bent and kinky and hot for alien tentacle monsters.
It's warm and velvety, with a firm grip. He expertly uses it to give me what would be the best hand job of my life except that’s not a hand working me over. Even hotter, Chuck is doing the same thing to his own cock with the other large tentacle.
So hot. So fucking hot. And then he breaks my brain when the tentacle petals open further and then pull my cock inside. Suddenly I’m fucking a tentacle like it’s a huge kinky purple and gold Fleshlight. Nothing has ever felt this good. Not ever.
Then my nipples are getting sucked by two smaller tentacles. They’re kinda rough against my skin, making my nips into two tiny points of electric sensitivity. I need more, though. The pleasure is fucking intense as shit, but I need…
“More,” I beg. Yeah, that’s right. I’ll admit it. My fine ass begged for more because I needed it and don’t be all judgy because I’d like to see you not lose your shit in my place.
Chuck coaxes my lips to open and then slips a tentacle inside and right down my throat. Just in time, too, because then that fucker starts touching my ass with one more tentacle. It’s slick with something that feels good and makes my ass go from sore to… hungry. My ass feels empty and wants to be filled.
“Fuck me,” I whine, not giving shit one that I sound like a total slut. “I need you… inside. Right now!”
“I thought you said your Tunnel of Love was closed,” Chuck says. It’s practically a purr of self-satisfaction. “Or did you change your mind?”
“Need you,” is all I can say. I’ve forgotten all the other words.
I find my legs bent towards my chest and held firmly in place, then something both harder and bigger than the tip of a tentacle starts to slowly push inside me.
“Are you sure this will fit?” Chuck asks. He pushes forward, but slowly.
Most of me wants to say no but my inner slut cries out, “Yes! Just do it, Chuck. Need your cock so bad.”
Under things I thought I’d never say, see also that.
Chuck pushes forward and it’s like being split in two but it’s also so intensely good it sucks all the words away. “Gah,” is all I can get out.
“Are you feeling satisfactory, larva?” Chuck asks. It’s like he’s asking me how my day is.
If I could, I’d tell Chuck to move or I’d kill him. Since I can’t, all I say is, “Gah.” But I somehow move my ass up, making him slide even deeper inside me, and thank fuck, Chuck figures it out.
“Oh, like this,” he mutters. “I understand now. This is very pleasurable.”
After he’s done with my ass and his tentacle has milked my cock dry, I am totally killing this alien asshole.
Chuck speeds up his thrusts and all thoughts of retribution fly out of my head. This is what I need. Exactly what I need. A dick up my ass and a tentacle Fleshlighting my cock. I can just stay like this forever.
Then bliss slips into desperation. I need to come, and I need Chuck to come inside my ass. All that alien jizz up in my bizness. Need that. Need that now .
Somehow Chuck reads my mind. Maybe that’s another alien power. Whatever. Don’t care. Just need all that alien cum inside me. Deep and hot and—
The tentacle on my cock is joined by another sucking and tugging on my balls. I start to come, which makes me buck violently against Chuck’s cock. He speeds up his thrusting past human limits then comes. I can feel it splash hotly inside me. It’s so good. The best. Better than best. Then it’s too much and I can’t take it.
Then I’m pretty sure I pass out.