You were a stupid man. The locals of Appalachia knew to ignore the strange calls and whistles that could be heard from the forest as night fell from time to time.
And they had warned you.
But you had either forgotten or not believed them.
When you heard a strangely beautiful whistling you allowed it to take you out of your new home and deep into the woods.
That's when you heard the soft flutter of wings. And bathed beneath the light of the full moon you saw him.
He matched the description of a being the locals called the Necropia Mothpire. Half cecropia moth and half vampire.
His massive wings were outstretched, white half moon crescents that were framed by red stood out amongst the black.
The cryptid's antenna twitched in your direction, taking you in with the same thoroughness as his sensitive vampire nose.
It was a scent he was familiar with.
He had been stalking you since you moved into the area. He had crept into your room while you were at work. Huffed your clothing.
Soon he had you pinned on the forest floor, his fur covered abs pressed against your back as his slimy cock pressed into your asshole.
As he pounded you mercilessly he sank his fangs into your neck and drank deeply, the combination of sucking you dry as he came in you was the only way of ensuring that you'd become the second Necropia Mothpire.
You Can’t Have Just One (Tentacle Alien) [M/M] [Trans]
Featured Characters: Gay, trans, Latino male character and a male tentacle alien.
Description: Javier is very pleased to discover a new business that caters to a specific sexual interest of his—i.e “sessions” with the tentacle-pile alien species known as the Ulpha. He’s ready to take everything Aular has to offer.
Character Ages: Javier is 23 and Aular is a few hundred years old (an adult of his species).
Note For Trans Readers: Javier is post-top surgery and specific terms are not used to describe his anatomy—aside from words for male genitalia being used in reference to his bottom growth.
Completion Date: March 8th, 2020
Word Count: 3481
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Javier had always approached life with a ‘try everything at least once’ mentality. So when a new business opened that provided people the opportunity to indulge in a particular niche sexual interest, he very quickly jumped to the chance and got himself onto the waiting list.
To say he hadn’t fantasized about this particular thing long before would be a lie. There were a fair amount of videos online involving it which he had initially stumbled upon by accident but found himself enjoying immensely—and repeatedly.
The subject was aliens; a specific species of them. He had done his fair share of interspecies fucking already, not at all put off by alien men twice his size or claws or gelatinous anatomy—and certainly not by the wide variety of dicks. Human guys were all fine and good, but there was something about the unknown of an alien species that just got Javier so damn horny.
if you push the bulb of the hitachi wand just right inside her hole (so she’s clenching and bearing down on the head) and turn it on, she’ll see god i promise you. bonus points if she’s tied up and you leave it inside for a while, turning the vibrations up. she’ll squirt in minutes and won’t be able to get it out, since she’s bearing down on it like a knot, just crying and convulsing while it stimulates her continuously from the inside out. just leave her there for a bit, gagged and teary with her legs spread as the handle sticks out of her pussy, go finish some work for a bit. her pussy will be swollen and fat and glistening around the wand when you get back, and your sweet girl will probably be in subspace, taking it helplessly like a good girl
Warm afternoon, I was going through the comments, messages and asks here on Tumblr and your appreciation turned on my sub side again.. so enjoy me moaning and whimpering with some wet sounds
imagine a couple of boyfriends both bound, ass in wall, free use in a basement of a bar
one of them has more experience with anal sex and his ass is more developed, more sensitive when someone takes an egg vibrator to the rim, it makes him shudder and his cock twitch. this gets laughs from the surrounders, who tie his dick with a leather strap, preventing him from cumming. the egg vibe is taped to his cock for some relentless stimulation. the bar patrons don't hesitate to thrust in his warm hole.
the other guy's pussy is slightly drooling even before being touched. their ass is tight, so much that people wonder if they're an anal virgin. a few fingers poke and pinch their small hole, making them twitch and whine, their cunt drooling even more.
the onlookers laugh and guess there's no way they've never taken it before, they must love it if they're getting this wet, or maybe they're just this eager to have their inexperienced ass ruined.
a hand slides over their puffy lips, quickly getting covered in their slick. they're berated for how wet they are as its spread on their own ass, before the same hand quickly slaps their cheeks.
their little ass doesn't feel too appealing, rim tight and unyielding, pubic hair patchy and untrimmed, hardly fitting for a slut. next to them is a perfect bubble butt, shaved smooth to put that welling asshole on show. it looks pink and plump enough to match his asscheeks. there's already a train of men lining up to pump that ass full of their spend once the first guy is done, and others just stroke themselves off over him, leaving the cum to dry on his skin.
the other toy's immature hole needs to get to the same stage. someone brings a bottle of lube and squeezes it directly into their ass. a fat string of anal beads is brought out, and the first pops into their hole with surprisingly little effort. it brings a laugh from the men around them, maybe their little hole was more well trained than they thought.
the next few beads are pressed in, and it gets harder as the toy curls and cramps inside them, putting a little bulge in their navel. lube leaks from their hole from around the beads already inside.
the last bead is a little bigger, but they’re made to take it, with repeated thrusts and rubs against their unwilling asshole, it eventually slides through their slicked up rim. the boy's moans are rewarded with another spank to their ass.
the man fucking their boyfriend finishes. he pulls out, leaving cum spilling thickly from his hole, which twitches around the white sticky load. someone rubs a thumb against his swollen rim, drawing a pathetic squeal from him. his cock hangs between his legs, egg vibe still providing relentless stimulation but the tight leather cockring keeps him from spilling anything but a steady stream of watery precum.
someone has the idea to develop his ass even more. a pump with a plug is brought out and fitted to his hole. the boy twitches, clearly feeling the insertion, but he doesnt realise what's happening until the vacuum is pumped out and it starts to pull on his hole. his ass twitches in his restraints. its not clear if he understands what's being done to him but his desperation is obvious.
the other boy is in the same state, trembling and slightly bucking their ass despite the restraints. the men make fun of them, that they cant even take this much, how to they expect to take a cock? their ass is slapped in mockery yet again, and thats what makes them cum a little, with a small gush of fluid.
now they're in trouble, revealing that having their ass filled and spanked is turning them on, they get teased relentlessly, getting slapped until their skin is red and tender, while getting mocked for the way their pussy is leaking with slick the whole time.
someone slaps a cock against their pussy lips, and then again, just to degrade them. he thrusts against their slit until pushing inside their cunt. theyre so wet and yielding, but tight from the fullness in their ass, and their position isnt helping. several are waiting for their turn in their cunt.
now the onlookers see how the prized anal whore has been getting on. the pump is released and pulled off with a lewd pop. a couple fingers examine what its done to his hole, feeling how much its become swollen up, turned from pink to red now the skin is so irritated with sensitivity. the men mock that it looks more like a fleshlight than ever. its easy to spread him wide open with two fingers, then his hole is pinched again, the ring of muscle teased without mercy
that much is making his cock twitch desperately against the wall of the gloryhole, and he only gets more desperate when someone thrusts two fingers inside, pressing against his prostate.
it makes his whole body tense, but there's no relief as the fingertips rub against his gland again and again. his assailant uses their thumb to rub his perineum, teasing the same spot from the outside. its too much, but the improvised cockring prevents him from getting any release.
the continued massaging and rubbing only makes him ache as he continues to make strained and desperate noises.
eventually someone takes mercy, releasing the leather strap, letting him spill his white spend all over the wall, his twitching member still leaking for several seconds after when the stimulation inside his ass refuses to let up.
of course he won't be left with just this. several men have been waiting impatiently for his tender, ripe ass. either because they've finished with the other's already or still haven't gotten a chance at either of the subjugated faggots tied in front of them. some of them are just stroking their cocks and cumming over the boys restrained in the wall.
the one with the anal beads is driven to their limit with the continuous stimulation to their pussy, their stuffed back hole twitches occasionally around the little balls inside them.
they've already cum a couple times already, leaving their inner thighs sticky with their own cum and the semen that drips from their hole each time someone finishes with them.
they're mocked, called selfish for reaching climax so many times while their boyfriend is right next to them with his poor cock denied. they're slapped and it stings but at this point everyone knows that's barely a punishment for them.
they feel themself approaching another edge, the rough fucking against their gspot making them tender and tense. at this point it doesnt take a lot more to push them over, but as their muscles spasm, it causes one of the anal beads to pop out of their hole, earning a laugh from the men around them.
they've probably been in for long enough. but before pulling them out someone just starts to rub and tease their hole as it clenches around the string of toys, spreading it open, teasing that one day their cute virgin-like hole might become just as lewd and sensitive as their cunt. or even like their boyfriend's hole.
another bead slips from their spread hole. the pressure inside them is too much now to be held back by their tired aching rim.
someone takes hold of the string of beads and pulls. the first couple exit slowly, gliding past their hole almost gently, in the way that makes them moan. the post orgasm oversensitivity has their nerves screaming.
the rest are pulled out roughly. the restrained boy yelps and spasms. now with the large toy pulled from their ass, they feel suddenly empty, and the excess of lube drips from their hole that's now twitching around nothing.
a cute boy who goes to an abandoned parking garage at night, goes there on purpose because he knows that there’ll be the men there that always greet him just the way he wants, tying him to a nearby fence with his tight little pussy exposed to the cold air, gagged and blindfolded as they fuck him to ruins. keeps moaning and drooling like the slut he is, cock after cock entering him with no breaks, until he’s lost count of how many times he came and how much cum is leaking out of him. when they’re finished they shove a cool, hollow metal pipe in him so all the cum can leak out him slowly and his pussy stays wide open all night as he’s kept tied to the fence just the way he likes. they’ll clean him up in the morning and send him home in a cab so he can visit them all later again
Currently imagining having a pretty boy in heat on his hands and knees, legs held apart by a bar, a comfortable cushion tilting his hips up into the air exposing his dripping, sensitive pussy. Mounting him, feeling how wet and tight he is as I stretch him around my cock. My fangs nipping at the scruff of his neck as I pound into him, his needy whimpers urging me on. Rutting into him for what feels like hours, too focused on properly breeding his puppycunt to stop after he cums a dozen times, overstimulating him into a moaning, blissed out mess, begging me to knot him. Nearing my own climax and pulling him farther down on my dick, nearly dragging him, my claws digging into his hips. Forcing my knot into his cunt with a wet pop. Pumping rope after rope of thick cum directly against his cervix, his pussy walls spasming, milking every drop it can from my cock as he orgasms one last time. Panting & holding him close, praising him for how well he took my knot, and what a good little breeding bitch he makes.
Hazel's just been dumped by his shithead ex, and he's got the perfect palette cleanser. A boozy Halloween dance + a very slutty costume + three horny strangers in masks. What could go wrong?
Click under the cut for sexy frotting, groping, semi-public sex, trans guy pussy spanking, masks, a foursome in a van, under negotiated sexy stuff, anal sex, oral, and some creative use of bondage tape!
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They called it the Barn Dance. What else were they supposed to call it; the nightclub it was thrown in was inside an actual, converted barn, because the proud people of South East Michigan were not going to go all the way to Detroit (or worse, Ann Arbor) just to party on Halloween. So, every year, Hayloft filled all three dance floors with decorations and booze and candy and charged 30 bucks for tickets. Costumes were mandatory, drugs tolerated, and drunk sex in the bathrooms, parking lot,and less visible corners virtually guaranteed. Hence, why Hazel was here, dressed in the sluttiest costume he could get his hands on, three drinks deep, and determined to fuck the memory of his ex-boyfriend anyway.
Bentley was around here somewhere; the asshole never missed the Barn Dance. Had, in fact, met Hazel at the one held three years prior. Now, he was likely prowling around for new hole to stick his dick inside, since fucking Hazel had gotten old, or whatever he'd said ten days ago, while dumping him on the patio.
Hazel ordered a fourth drink.
Now thoroughly buzzed, he jumped off the barstool he'd claimed nearly two hours prior, and stalked out of the bar area and towards the main dance floor. He felt eyes on him the whole way. Some were doubtlessly judging the skin tight shorts and bikini-like top, but most felt appreciative, maybe even greedy, and he tried to smooth his expression into something welcoming. He hadn't shown his belly in a long time; not since the t-shots had thickened up his treasure trail and chest hair, as well as putting the extra squish onto his hips and stomach and legs.
His blood boiled as he thought of Bentley's grim looks and back-handed reassurances that Hazel could "lose it", of his oh so innocents remarks about shaving and waxing and fucking electrolysis. Boiled as hot as it had when he was buying the itsy-bitsy ensemble he was now filling out so nicely. Both the bikini top and the shorts were fuzzy and brown, textured like a fancy teddy bear's fur to go with the tiny ears nestled into his hair, and the Ugg-like boots on his feet. The top, two triangles pointing inward to meet between his soft pecs, showed glimpses of his surgery scars, and was closed with a delicate red bow. A matching one was around his neck, and from it dangles a small, gold tag. It was that tag that had sold him in the costume shop: up close, you could see that it was stamped with Pet Me, I'm Soft.
Music pounded and thrummed and all around him, the bodies surged and swirled until he was swallowed into the chaos of the dance floor. More eyes were on him, so he showed off. He let the music worm its way into his bones and make him writhe and shimmy and roll his body in a way he'd normally never do outside of a gay club. Hell, normally he never danced in "straight" clubs at all, had been too worried about dancing like a girl.
Well, guess what? The ways girls dance is hot, and Hazel looked hot doing it, knew that for a fact, and that's what he needed. Hell, bagging a bi-curious straight dude might be the exact thrill he needed to make Bentley seem as irrelevant as possible.
Most of the faces around him were covered by masks, and that seemed to be making people bolder than usual. Some of the gazes on his body turned to hands. Hands grabbing or petting his ass, or his stomach; hands trailing down his back, sending shivers up and down his spine; hands reaching around from behind to fondle his chest through his fuzzy top. Face flushing, he let them, welcomed every caress like a compliment, and even rewarded some of the gropers with warm gasps of pleasure.
Someone stepped in close. Very close: his back was brushing against the leather of the stranger's jacket and the sensation had his painted toes curling in his boots. Hands, also wrapped in leather, caught his hips in a possessive, commanding grip, and Hazel let out another exaggerated gasp. Instead of turning around, he continued to flirt with his body, rolling and rocking in place until he felt the stranger's cock start to plump up behind his fly.
Not looking back, he grabbed his admirer by the wrists, and started to guide them up and down. Getting the message, the stranger caressed his waist and his ribs and his stomach, and Hazel ground his ass back against him. Pressed in this close, he could feel the strength in that body, and it made him ache with want. "Cute costume," the stranger shouted into his ear; where their faces touched, Hazel could feel a mask covering the top half of his face.
"I know," Hazel shouted back, and blushed when he laughed.
His lips pressed a few teasing kisses against one bare shoulder, and then his fingertips danced up to the edge of Hazel's top. "Not sure you need this part." His eyes rolled back into his head as two fingers on each hand slide under his top and rubbed his scars appreciatively. Over the last couples of years, dark hair had bloomed around both of them, contrasting with the soft, red lines. "Yeah, you don't need it! Lemme take it off."
"Right here?" Hazel shouted back, as his pussy ached and his dick whimpered for attention. "Oh! You do mean right here!" He laughed, delighted and stunned, as those eager hands undid the bow between his pecs and peeled the top open. "You are bold," he said, trying to purr seductively. Unfortunately, he choked on the words a little when the stranger began pinching and rubbing his nipples. Frantic, energizing pleasure rolled through his chest and his pussy, and he pressed harder back into the stranger's chest. When he looked down, the flashing, multi-colored lights of the dance floor reflected off the glossy black of the gloved fingers toying with his chest.
"Like that?" One hand dropped from his chest to his crotch, and Hazel moaned as the stranger started to rub him off through the front of his shorts. "Hump my hand. Hump my fucking hand, cutie." A hard cock rubbed against the swell of his ass, making Hazel's mouth water and his pussy ache even more. Too turned on to even think of resisting, his hips started bucking on their own, and the stranger growled "Oh, fuck yeah," as Hazel desperately humped the hand between his legs.
Hazel let his eyes fall closed as the stranger played with him with both hands, and could both feel and hear the small audience they'd attracted. A couple of the bolder (or drunker) party-goers had shouted "Fuck him" or "Rip him up" and more and more heat was rising to his face and building up in his pussy. But then the air in front of him shifted, and his eyes flew open as a second body pressed into his space. A guy in a Devil costume, horned mask and cape and tight black body suit, stared down at Hazel with obvious hunger, and Hazel opened his mouth to say something.
Sculpted rubber pressed against his lips and face as the devil kissed him through the full face mask, effectively gagging him with the stretchy black material that covered the grinning mouth. The first stranger, the one all in leather, laughed, and both of his hands went to Hazel's hips. While Hazel panted against the devil mask, the man in leather started bouncing his ass against the bulge in his jeans. "What took you so long?" He shouted, and the devil mask pulled back to answer him.
"I'm here now! And look what you caught!" Now it was his turn to fondle Hazel's scars and nipples, sniggering about the shiny gold tag the entire time. "Got him all turned on, too" he taunted, and Hazel gave him a highly exaggerated bat of his eyelashes. Biting his lip as the cock against his ass continued to grind away, he did his best to hold his thighs open. "Whore." With one final pinch, he turned his attention from Hazel's chest to his pussy. He rubbed one hand down his belly and over his pubic bone, until he was cupping him through his shorts. Instead of stroking and petting, however, he started to spank.
"HEY!" Hazel jumped in the first man's leathery grip, and both strangers laughed at his reaction. "Stop!" He said, mostly on reflex, as devil mask continued slapping his dick and pussy through the thin fabric.
"Oh, shut up," devil mask cooed, and his free hand gently grabbed Hazel's throat. "Yeah, keep flinching for me, whore. I'll kiss it better when I'm done."
Hazel was no longer yelping: the firm, rhythmic smacks were making his pussy even hotter, and he squeezed down on nothing with every blow. His breath was coming in loud pants as he tried to both hump the hand between his thighs and grind his ass against the other stranger's cock. "Fuck me!" He moaned, and devil mask stopped spanking his pussy to fumble at the front of his own costume. Behind him, the first stranger growled, and grabbed the back of his shorts. Buttons snapped open on devil mask's fly, and the stranger in leather started to pull down his shorts to expose the curve of his ass. "Do it, fucking do it," Hazel pleaded, as their small audience tittering with excitement.
Devil mask let his dick fall out of his fly as he yanked down the front of Hazel's shorts, leaving him exposed to the hot, sexually charged air of the party. Two hard dicks slid into the tiny gap that his fuzzy shorts allowed between his thighs, and Hazel nearly fainted from the electrifying tease of anonymous cock rubbing against his sensitive labia. “So this is the only spot where you’re bald, huh?” Devil mask said, and tickled his fingertips against Hazel’s naked vulva. Hazel nodded and giggled against the stranger’s neck. Shaving made him much more sensitive between his legs, so he did it when aiming to get fucked into oblivion. It had never failed before, and tonight was no exception.
Squishing him in between their bodies, the strangers frotted against Hazel and each other, cockheads already leaking. Their hands groped up and down his body: squeezing his ass, twisting his nipples, pulling his hair, fingering his mouth. "I wanna be in you," the stranger in leather groaned, and devil mask fucked his thighs faster. "I wanna fuck your tight little boy cunt and then stuff your mouth with my dick."
"I wanna cover you in my fucking cum," Devil mask said, and Hazel suggested that they take this to the parking lot. "Knew you were a whore. Think you're up for a foursome? Or are two cocks gonna be enough for your cute pussy?"
The thought of a third stranger plowing him outside the packed club had him feeling light-headed again, so he nodded eagerly, and the stranger in leather reached around to fondle his dick as a reward. "He's gonna love you," he assured Hazel, as the two of them put their cocks away and pulled his shorts back into place. They left his top open as they each grabbed one of his arms and escorted him out of the throng and towards the nearest exit.
Outside, the air was cold and the wind was biting, and only a few starkly white lights were scattered among the rows of cars and trucks. "Why wasn't he in there with you?" Hazel asked, and purred as the one in leather squeezed his ass.
"He likes when we do the shopping for him."
Devil mask led them through the park lot, towards a panel van parked in the back corner of the lot, and normally Hazel would run screaming in the other direction, but, honestly? He was too turned on to be scared, and happily followed the two strangers into the back of the van.
Inside, the floor was carpeted: his hands and knees sunk into a dense field of red, and he looked up to see the first two strangers eagerly greeting their friend. Their friend, who was huge, six something and broad as a tool shed; Hazel's breath hitched as his eyes roved over his curves and valleys, from his bulging, pillowy chest, to his equally plush gut, to his broad thighs, which were sprawled lazily open as he stubbed out the joint he'd been smoking.
Above his chin and very tasty looking mouth, the rest of this features were obscured with a very creepy looking pig mask, and Hazel squirmed in place, very happy he'd come out here. By sheer coincidence, he had a bit of a thing for pig masks. Not that he'd ever felt safe telling Bentley that.
Behind him, another icy breeze blew through the parking lot, and the third stranger said, gruffly, "Babe. Shut the doors."
"Oh!" He pushed himself back to his knees and turned around, shuffling to start pulling the doors shut.
"Nice ass," the third stranger added, and Hazel shivered in anticipation as the doors slammed shut. Any noise from the outside world was gone in an instant, and the overhead light in here was much warmer than the light outside. Under his knees, the engine idled away, smooth as a purring cat. When he turned back around, the joint was being snatched away in a metal pencil case, and the stranger in leather was undoing the fly of the pig mask's jeans. "Take your little booty shorts off," he ordered, and grabbed the stranger in leather's chin without looking at him. "Wanna watch you two fuck his mouth."
"That's not where I wanna it," Hazel tried to pout, as he peeled off the costume's bottoms. He left the boots on, wiggling the shorts past them. He tossed them aside, and then braced one hand behind his back before spreading his legs open. His dick was throbbing above his pussy, and the stranger in leather paused in opening the devil mask's fly to watch Hazel touch himself. "I want it here," he insisted, stroking his pussy with two fingertips, and pig mask snorted.
"Who cares? I might not fuck you there at all. Might pin you down and fuck your ass instead."
Hazel blushed, and his pussy clenched on nothing. "Please, please, I'm so fucking horny. Please, I need it--"
"Close his top," Pig mask ordered, and the devil mask crawled across the van to him.
"Move your hand," he said, and then didn't wait to be obeyed; he grabbed Hazel's wrist and pulled his hand out from between his legs. "Should I punish him for being greedy?"
"Eh. If you want. But then, close his little top, and share his mouth. I'll tell you where to cum, and then I'll pick which hole I'm using." One big hand was wrapped around his cock, and Hazel's mouth ached as bad as his dick as he watched him jerk himself off.
Exposed to all three of them, his pussy felt even more vulnerable than it had inside, when the first two men had pulled down his pants. His mouth watered as devil mask petted his vulva for a few seconds. "Apologize for thinking you get a say," he said, words somewhere between a tease and a threat, and Hazel let out a nervous--but very aroused--laugh. "I mean it," devil mask said, giving him a few more tender strokes. His other hand grabbed Hazel by the tag around his neck. Between them, his cock was out of his suit again, tip shiny with pre-cum, and Hazel squirmed, thinking of what they'd done to him inside.
He shook his head, and tried to reach for the cock dripping onto his inner thigh. Leather mask crawled over to him and pushed his hand away, before kneeling behind his friend's shoulder. Hazel gave them his best pout, and said, a bit too eagerly, "I think you should make me."
Devil mask tsked, and then started spanking him again, this time with nothing in the way, and fuck, that sting was nice. Better than nice, and Hazel's eyes rolled back as his mouth feel open in raw, sharp pleasure. Pig mask chuckled and jerked himself faster, which just made Hazel's cries louder. "Apologize," Devil mask said, every few smacks, as Hazel rolled his hips and sobbed and moaned for more. "Apologize, so we know you're ready to be a good toy." Behind him, his friend pressed in even closer as he wrapped an arm around his waist and let his free hand wander up and down his arm, the one still holding Hazel by the tag. Devil mask finally let go of that and, between fast, sadistic slaps, gave Hazel a light shove, right in the middle of his still-bare chest.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Hazel's arm gave out, and he fell onto his back. The impact sent his fake ears tumbling out of place, and he heard them fwap onto the floor a few inches away mere nanoseconds before Devil mask resumed spanking his pussy. Splayed on his back, he panted helplessly at the van's scratched ceiling. His body rocked with every slap, and with their faces out of view, he felt more naked and slutty than he ever had in his life. And he fucking liked it.
Shuddering with pleasure and restless want, he grabbed the backs of his thighs and pulled them open wider. His dick pulsed with heat and he couldn't fully catch his breath; slick was dripping down the crack of his ass, like his body was trying to lubricate both holes at once. Might pin you down and fuck you in the ass instead. Blood roared in his ears and he thrashed his head against the carpet, ass now clenching on nothing too. Above him, by the sounds of skin on skin and the sharpness of Devil mask's next few breaths, the one in leather was jerking him off. More pre-cum dripped onto his naked thighs and his pussy was screaming for more attention, to be stuffed and claimed and humiliated properly--
Quaking with need, he gasped out an apology as best he could. "Oh! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I--OH! I'm sorry I tho-thought I got a SAY OH--" With his last slap, devil mask didn't take his hand back. Instead, he let it rest in place, completely covering Hazel's junk, and then started to rub it, slowly and lovingly. "Nnn-nnn-EE--" Hazel writhed in place like a panicking snake, trying to pull his legs apart even wider and bucking frantically into the touch between them. His thighs screamed in protest, but he didn't care, not when his dick was this happy.
"He's close," Devil mask said over his shoulder.
"Hot. Close his top and stuff his mouth."
"NO--" Hazel tried to scream, but Devil mask slapped him across the face this time, and then grabbed him by the open halves of his top to haul him into a sitting position. Leather mask was still stroking his dick from behind, fondling his cockhead and his balls every so often, and Hazel's own dick nearly died of jealousy as Devil mask carefully re-tied the bow that held the fuzzy top closed.
"Get down here." One hand grabbed a fistful of Hazel's hair, and he was unceremoniously manhandled onto all fours so that Devil mask could shove his hard, sensitive cock into Hazel's panting, drooling mouth. The first brush of thick, soft shaft against his lips had Hazel moaning, and the girth of it filling his mouth made him spasm in place. To his astonishment, he got hornier, despite already being more down to fuck than he'd ever been his entire life up to this point. Devil mask moaned in pleasure, and Hazel felt a leather-wrapped thumb brushing against his lips, tracing where they were wrapped around the shaft. Drooling slick down his thighs, Hazel moaned again, louder this time, and started to suck and bob. "Fuck yeah. Yeah, keep going, baby. Suck it nice and sweet."
Eyes closed in bliss, Hazel heard the two of them shuffling a bit; Leather mask's hand left his face briefly, and Hazel sensed that he'd moved to the side and forward. Then the leather glove was back, also in Hazel's hair and hauling his mouth of Devil mask's cock and onto his own, which was longer and pressed into his throat as he was encouraged to swallow as much of it as he could. Leather mask didn't let Hazel suck; he moved his head for him, up and down in a fast, rough pattern, and he moaned whenever Hazel choked on him. Drool slid down his chin as he was pulled back to the first dick, and Devil mask made him even messier by rubbing his pre-cum all over Hazel's wet, sore lips. Back and forth they passed him, jeering when he gagged and taunting when he moaned. Each thrust into his mouth made him drip and ache more and more, and he was curling his fingers into the scratchy carpet to remind himself not to demand.
Finally, Pig mask growled, "Cum on his fuzzy little tummy, then put him on his back and hold his arms down." Hazel could faintly hear the sounds of him jerking himself off faster and faster, and his pussy clenched with anticipation.
The other two strangers man-handled him again, easily forcing him onto his back and pinning his arms under their knees. They knelt above him on either side and jerked each other off while their free hands went back between Hazel's trembling thighs. Hazel screamed, too wound up not to, as their fingers clumsily danced over him, driving him more and more insane. Transfixed, he watched their hands stroking up and down each other's shafts, and his tongue flicked out desperately as they both started to cum. The heavy white mess spattered over his stomach and his treasure trail, and he bucked his hips against the empty air, filled with brief despair that they hadn't stuffed his pussy with it instead.
The van rocked as Pig mask sat up and then rolled to the side to crawl towards the three of them. Hazel moaned and felt himself squeeze a fresh river of pure need out of his desperate pussy. "Fuck me. Please, god, fuck me. Either hole, please, I need it in me, your dick looks huge--"
"It is fucking huge," Pig mask rasped, and his friends, no longer dazed from their orgasms, crawled off of Hazel's arms. They grabbed his arms and pinned them down by their hands instead, and Hazel moaned at their touch. Pig mask grabbed him by the hips and lifted him up, bowing his lower back and ass off the carpet. "Gonna break you in half." Panting down at Hazel's flushed face, he humped his big, bare cock against his naked pussy, flicking his cockhead against Hazel's dick until they were both gasping in pleasure.
"No condom?" Hazel asked, and Devil mask grabbed his throat. Lightly, but clearly a warning. "Oh, right. I don't get a say."
"Good boy," Devil mask whispered, and Hazel shivered in pleasure.
"No, babe, I only do bare-back," Pig mask said thickly, and then, to Leather mask, "put my fucking dick in him."
He obeyed, reaching out to grab Pig mask by the base and then guide the head inside. The first press past the tight ring of muscle had Hazel throwing his head back and whining. On either side of the body kneeling over him, his feet scrabbled, boots rasping against the carpet, and Devil mask lovingly called him a whore. And god, yeah, he was huge, stretching Hazel wide and fast as he worked his cock in deeper and deeper. Pig mask's pubic mound rubbed against Hazel's dick, hard, and Hazel vaguely heard himself calling the guy a sex god.
"Barely even started," he said, staring intently down at the spot where their groins met. With one last thrust, he was buried to the hilt, and Hazel screamed as he felt the tip against his cervix. "Gonna cum in you so fucking deep. Gonna cum in your other hole too."
"Break me in half," Hazel moaned mindlessly, and Pig mask drew his hips back so he could fuck back in. "H-harder--" He writhed in place again, just to feel how pinned and exposed he was, relishing the weight on his body and the ache in his pussy and the sweat beading on his back, under the costume that had gotten him all this attention in the first place. "Wanna cum--need to--need to cum--"
"Me too, babe, me too." Pig mask started thrusting in earnest, each plunge rocking Hazel back and forth with the force of his hips, knocking shriek after shriek from his sore lips. "Scream for it. Get the fucking cops called, I don't give a fuck, I'll keep fucking you right in front of them--"
“Need to cum! Need to cum!” Hazel tried to fuck his hips back against his thrusts, but Pig mask held him still and kept drilling into him, pace merciless. “Please, please, I wanna milk your cock, please, I wanna milk your cock so fucking bad–”
“You are so fucking sexy,” he panted, and, on his next thrust, stayed buried to the hilt, grinding against Hazel’s desperate, throbbing dick. For his part, Hazel dissolved into wordless screams of pleasure and desperation, and used the little leverage he had to try and hump against Pig mask’s underbelly. “Sexy costume, sexy little chest, sexy, fuzzy, needy, whore–” Another few seconds of rough frotting, and then he abruptly drew back. Only by an inch or two, but his thrusts were no less mean as he started fucking Hazel properly again. Pussy and ass both clenching on nothing, Hazel drooled more slick into the puddle underneath him, and all three strangers mocked and praised him for it. “You like my dick that much, babe?” Pig mask shifted their position. He let Hazel’s ass rest on his huge, folded thighs, freeing up his hands to lovingly, and greedily, explore his mostly naked body. Grabbing at his ass and his gut and his arms, petting him just like the tag said. “Your naughty little t-cock getting all slutty for my big, fat dick?”
Hazel just sobbed and tried to keep grinding on him. He’d been so close, so fucking close, and now the bastard had stopped moving at all, was just groping him instead. It wasn’t fucking fair, and Hazel told him that, whining it past his desperate gasps for air–And then Devil mask and Leather mask were pulling him off of Pig mask’s cock and Hazel remembered that he wasn’t supposed to get a say.
“Chest down, ass in the air,” Pig mask panted, still out of breath, and Hazel moaned helplessly as he was manhandled into the requested position. “Hold him still. I’ll remind him who’s in charge.”
“Struggle for us, baby, and he’ll hurt you extra good,” Devil mask breathed, as he gripped Hazel’s forearm with both hands. On his other side, Leather mask had one hand on his wrist, the other on Hazel’s nape, keeping the side of his face against the carpet. Hazel wiggled his hips, vulnerable pussy on display for Pig mask as he rummaged for something in a battered duffle bag.
“Gonna–gonna spank me?” Hazel asked in a rough moan, and Devil mask purred.
“I told you, guys, boys with pussies love having them spanked.”
“Let’s see if he loved this too,” Pig mask rumbled, and then he was looming over Hazel again. Hazel shivered, sensing that massive shadow covering him, and gave his hips another enticing wag. He knew his pussy was shiny and slick, knew Pig mask’s mouth had to be watering, and his dick had to be screaming to get back inside–
His drooping eyes snapped open and he tried to squirm away as something was pressed over his abandoned pussy. “What are you doing?” It was sticky, and tight, and flexible– “What–what are you doing–” Alarmed, he tried to crawl away, and Pig mask chuckled, low and hot, and Hazel whimpered as he felt those divine hands rubbing him through the– “Is that–is that tape?!” He gasped, trying again to twist away, and Pig mask shushed him. “N-no–” His dick had gotten so big that it was touching the underside of the tape between his trembling lips, and he felt himself somehow getting even wetter.
Meaty hands grabbed his hips and dragged him backward, spreading his ass open wider. “Mmmm. Look at that fuzzy little hole.” A thumb as thick as a marker rubbed against his rim, and Hazel’s pussy clenched desperately under the tape. The other hand slapped his thigh affectionately, and then returned to rummaging. “Your dumb little pussy could barely take me. How do you think your slutty ass is gonna do?” Hazel bit down a moan, but that turned into a yelp of surprise as Pig mask pressed something plastic and weirdly shaped against his rim. “Open wide.” Cold lube was squeezed out in a thick, messy glob, and Hazel cried out, once again trying to get away. “Noisy fucking teddy bear.” More squishing and slapping noises, and Hazel knew that he was lubing up his cock. “You take it up the ass often?”
“S-sometimes–” Hazel gasped, and Pig mask growled approvingly as he roughly massaged the lube into Hazel’s ass.
“Gonna finger fuck you. Stop trying to boss me around, and I might let one of them peel the tape off and fuck you in the cunt.”
“I like him taped,” Leather mask said softly, and scratched at Hazel’s scalp as best he could. “Toys behave better when you ignore their pussies and their dicks. Otherwise they get spoiled.”
“You’re lucky he’s not in charge,” Devil mask said, and let go of Hazel’s arm with one hand. Reaching under him to rub Hazel’s dick through the tape, he added, “he thinks toys shouldn’t get to cum at all.”
“Why should they?” Leather mask asked simply, as Hazel whined and shivered and once again found himself humping Devil mask’s hand and getting no closer to the edge. “See? See how good he is now?”
“Let me cum–” Hazel begged mindlessly. “Please, I’ll behave, I’ll do anything–”
“Put his ears back on.” As Devil mask grabbed the headband and shoved Hazel’s teddy bear ears back onto his head, Pig mask pressed two finger tips against Hazel’s already messy hole. Lube mixed with the slick that drooled out of his pussy, and those fingers were coaxing the ring of muscle to relax and open up, fraction by fraction. “If you can cum from something I’m doing, babe, go right ahead.” With no further warning, he started to shove his huge fingers inside, and Hazel came under the tape, screaming into the van’s carpet.
If I was tired of being stuffed full of eggs making me look full term with triplets but I knew that they'll still grow and double in size would you help me incubate them? we could press our warm slick cunts together and I could birth a few into yours right? I'd grind my hips against yours and let our hard clits rub against each other while we're connected by a particularly large oddly shaped egg stretching both our cunts open 💕
A problem halved is a problem solved Anon!
God that is so hot, how heavy and exhausted you must be, all of that pressure just building in your body and your womb. Of course I would lend a hand.
Lining up my cunt neatly against your warm puffy one, praising you and telling you how brilliant you are as you bear down, forcibly trying to expel any one of your incubated eggs before it manages to get even bigger . Getting the eggs into you was the easy part, getting them out proves a little tricker. You grunt and whine, panting as the egg slowly makes its way down your canal, your pussy bulges against mine. We’re both warm and slick with wetness but I feel the heat from your cunt as if it’s my own as you finally make headway, the egg lodged as a teardrop into your pussy before slowly spreading you apart as you crown.
“It hurtsss”,
“I know, I know, just give it me okay? Push the egg into me~”,
You grind against my pussy, hands gripping my hips harder as the egg begins to leave you. I thought I was ready for the stretch but I was wrong, it was like nothing I had ever felt before. We’re a mess, high pitched pained moans leaving our mouths, punctured with yelps of pleasure as our clits rub against each other. Wet, slick and in complete desperation. By the time the tip of the egg is finally inside my cunt, now we’re awkwardly connected as your struggle to push out the middle part, it triggers another of what had been countless orgasms for us.
I try to stretch my legs wider, to receive the egg better, “W-Wait, give me a minute, I need to stretch some more”, but you’re beyond hearing my words as you desperately try to push the widest part of the egg out and into my cunt. Grunting in concentration, you thrust your hips against mine, “I can’t stop, it’s coming. It’s coming out of my cunt!”.
The pressure, the heat, the burining and stretching of our cunts is simply too much and we cry out in climax again. This time, pushing, followed by a timely orgasm proved fruitful. Half of the egg was now in me.
“Almost there! Just keep pushing your eggs into me!”
Anon this ask was hot as fuck and I need you to come over asap begging for help with your massive clutch of eggs
