** This work is a sexually explicit fiction intended for audiences 18 and over, or as determined by local ordinance(s). The reader, aware of the nature of the work, assumes all risk and liability. This work is the property of its author and may be protected under U.S. and international copyright, and may not be reproduced, modified or reworked without the author's consent. All rights reserved. **
(ST: "Wormhole" - SF/Fantasy, NC, Bond, Milking)
WORMHOLE - Part 1 by Prime12357
The thing moved closer to my cock. I struggled again in the straps but couldn't move more than a few inches, not enough to keep the undulating form from approaching my fear-limp dick. It seemed to track my movements, pausing and swaying slightly as it extended a thin, finger-like tendril toward my cock. I tried to shout and thrash my body free, but the gag and firm straps kept me muffled and immobilized. The tendril barely touched my dick, bobbing slightly as it seemed to "sniff" its way toward the tip.
With a sudden deliberate slowness, the thing reared up, opened at the front, and began to slide over my helpless cock. My breathing mixed with screaming, but only I could understand the sounds.
Next to me, Kent said aloud, "This is my favorite part."
###
For years Kent was my hookup, but not in the purely sexual sense. Playing with Kent was always an experience that broadened my horizons. He was a bit older than me and gave me my first blowjob during a sleepover while I acted like I was sleeping. In high school, I watched countless porn movies on his parents' couch while he slowly stroked me to one orgasm after another. The first fingers to push against my virgin prostate? Kent. And when my first experience with e-stim had me twitching and groaning, it was Kent who answered my cries for it to stop by smiling and turning up the power, watching my dick grow stiff, purple, and dripping strings of precum as I helplessly rode the brutal currents, eventually forcing my untouched cock to spit ropes of semen as I screamed into my own wadded up sock.
Kent was my gatekeeper to a world of erotic sensations I couldn't find anywhere else -- certainly not at home where the sex was good but very mainstream. For years -- since a time when our balls were smooth and botoomless -- Kent and I had a secret arrangement that benefit both of us. Basically, in return for letting him "molest" me, I experienced body-wracking orgasms from sensations no straight man should ever know. No part of my body was off limits to Kent, inside or out, and he?d witnessed me in conditions my wife couldn?t begin to imagine.
Still, I knew I was safe with him, that I wouldn't get hurt or left with suspicious marks to explain, but I also knew that he'd sometimes completely ignore some of my boundaries and limits. In other words, if it meant I would get off, Kent ignored my groans and begging to watch me writhe and gasp in the grips of some new pleasure.
But life interfered and we both moved and time rolled by. We stayed in touch, but it had been a few years since Kent last forced my cock to scream cum and my memories of it were blurred by the regular supply of pussy at home. So when I showed up recently on his doorstep, he welcomed me like a spider welcoming a fly. We chatted a bit about his job and my marriage, playing catch-up, and despite the years packing some pounds on him, my cock started to tingle at the prospect of what might happen. But that wasn't why I came to visit and I tried to keep things light. Kent had other ideas.
"Come on upstairs," he said during a lull in our conversation. "I have something to show you."
And like always, I followed him up into his room. Locking the door behind us, Kent dimmed the lights some. "I thought of you immediately when I found this," he said. "I know how you love to cum, especially when it's out of your control."
"What is it?" I asked.
He smiled and nodded toward the bed. "Get undressed and lay on your back."
I hesitated. Suddenly I remembered a time in high school, lying naked from the waist down on the edge of Kent's bed, his tongue drifting down across my balls then suddenly flicking around my puckered hole as I tried to protest. But he pushed my legs up higher, leaving me panting and staring at the ceiling as his tongue raped my ass. I was hooked. My dick pulsed at the memory, and looking at Kent now, excited to have me as his ?plaything? once again, I caved. As I stripped down, still comfortable with exposing myself to him all these years later, he brought a large portable lockbox case out of the closet.
"Go ahead and pull the straps up,? he said. ?We'll need those."
I brought nylon straps with Velcro cuffs onto the bed from the corners, strategically positioned for those opportunities when Kent needed some help to keep his "victims" secure. In fact, these restraints held me fast during my last trip here as I helplessly rode wave after wave of electro stimulation while Kent watched.
He placed the lockbox on his desk and began snugly attaching the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. Next came some thick cargo straps across my body, pressing me firmly against the cum-stained flannel sheets (only a fraction belonging to Kent, the rest to previous donors?at least a few of the donors unwilling, I was sure).
Finally, I was fastened to the bed, barely able to move. Kent turned on the radio, something heavy and techno, and began opening the case. "I had a guy use one of these on me a couple times and it was unlike anything I'd ever seen. And recently he gave me one of my own. It's very rare, Japanese, only a few known to exist."
I was more than a little intrigued and growing impatient with Kent's theatrics. He pulled a translucent plastic snap-top container about the size of a shoebox out and set it on the edge of the bed. "Dude," I said, "what the fuck is it?"
He smiled a little, a typical Kent look, but with something almost diabolical in his eye. "It's...like a dream. And a nightmare."
I froze at that for a moment, a premonition of tomorrow's "Unidentified Victim Found" headline in my head, but then remembered this was Kent and how he loved dramatic flair. I relaxed again but my hands and feet had started to grow cold with anxiety.
"Is it some new electro toy?" I asked, trying to get some more information out of him. He shook his head.
"No, not quite," he said, and very clearly I saw the container move slightly on its own. Now I was getting freaked out.
"Hey, I don't think?"
But Kent cut me off. "It's pretty cool actually, once you get into it." And then he laughed, mostly to himself. "Or I guess once it gets into you, too."
Before I could say anything else, Kent pulled the lid off the container and gently "poured" its contents onto the bed between my legs. Well, it didn't pour ... not exactly.
What tumbled onto the sheets was a large blob of clearish jelly. Or at least that's what it looked like. As it came to rest, it seemed to settle into a semi-solid form and I stared at it in a mix of amazement and fear.
It was about six inches wide at the "front" with a tapering body that stretched about 20 inches long where it looked almost like a blunted tadpole tail. On the "front" of it was a small, clenching "mouth" and numerous little finger-like projections that continuously changed in size and shape. It was almost crystalline in appearance but slightly opaque, and it reminded me of a silicone breast implant I'd seen before. Squishy but oddly solid. And it seemed to be aligning itself with its "head" toward my exposed crotch.
"Kent, what the fuck, man," I protested. "This is too fucking weird. I don't know what the fuck this thing is but?" and that was about all I got out before the gag went on. Quickly Kent snapped it behind my head and I was left breathing heavily through my nose as the fear I felt spread through my chest.
"I know, I know," Kent said. "I freaked out too my first time. But believe me, you'll fucking love this thing. I promise."
While he spoke, the thing moved slowly, like an inchworm, searching the air around it. It moved closer to my crotch and I reflexively tried to squirm away. No use.
"Just relax, okay?" Kent said. "Once it starts, it won't stop, and it seems to want that cock of yours." It slid even closer to me. "Just wait, you'll see." Even closer.
Kent continued: "It's a type of tubeworm, I guess. Something they found off the coast of Japan, some fucked up lifeform that doesn't get energy like most animals do. The guy who showed it to me says it gets its energy from amino acids or protein or some shit like that." He looked at the thing for a moment. "Basically, it loves cum. Can't get enough of it, actually."
It moved closer and my struggling got more intense but all I was doing was working myself up, there was no escape, no safeword, no hope of making it stop unless Kent stopped it. I looked at him as pleadingly as I could manage.
He looked back and gave me that smile again, the fucking jerk. "I'm sorry, man, I know you're scared. I was, too. But just one time and you'll be hooked." Again with the little laugh. "Yeah, you'll be hooked...and so will it."
The fat worm sent out a finger-probe and "sniffed" at my flaccid cock, a drop of precum still hanging from the tip from my earlier horniness. The finger-probe zeroed in on this, almost touched it, then retracted. I knew something was about to happen and I began struggling like never before.
It lifted up slightly, the hole in the "head" opening about an inch wide. I couldn't make out what was inside but it wasn't smooth. Did I see bumps? More finger projections? Cilia? Teeth?
Kent smiled. "This is my favorite part."
With a steady deliberate motion, it began to open wider and engulf my cockhead, touching me, covering me with a slightly cool smoothness. I screamed frantically around the ball-gag as the worm slid onto my dick. And barely noticed that something inside of it was also pulling me into it. Slowly sucking in my dick, swallowing my cock whole.
Once I was completely inside of the worm, its "mouth" pressed against my pubic bone, I waited for the inevitable pain. The bite that would remove my cock forever. I knew it was coming and I accepted it. I was probably going to die.
And then it began stroking my cock.
Kent watched my face as I froze in confusion and then stared distantly in slow realization. As my breathing smoothed slightly and my panting turned into a sudden moan that surprised me. Kent smiled again and said, "Told you."
Inside the worm, my cock was pulled tight, stretched as long as it would go, as hundreds of little fingers and bumps began a wicked stimulation up and down the length of my dick. It was unlike any sensation I could have ever imagined. It was the best blowjob, best handjob, best fuck ever, combined and then multiplied. It was beyond ecstasy and it was getting more urgent by the second. My cock was trapped but it didn't mind; it quickly throbbed and thickened inside the worm.
My second moan emerged around the gag and Kent looked at me. "It's working you pretty hard already, isn't it? God I love to watch this thing work a guy. Watch it suck and stroke and lick your cock until you can't help but give it your cum.
"Okay, a few things you should probably know." I tried to focus on Kent standing next to the bed but found myself slowly trying to hump my hips and pushing my head against the bed as the worm went to work on my stiffening dick.
"So like I said, this thing loves cum. It feeds on it, it's how it lives. Or I guess that's how it lives now. It doesn't need to eat all the time but when it does, it eats a lot." I looked at him, and he read the question on my face and shrugged. "I don't know, like a half cup. Maybe more."
What??? My expression, between moans, must have said volumes to Kent.
"I know, seems like a lot, but it does all the work, so all you have to do is lay there and cum. And let me tell you, this thing will make you cum harder and more often than you ever thought you could. It hasn't even gotten started, dude, believe me. It's got some tricks that will have you on the ceiling soon. That's why I had to gag you. The people next door will think someone is dying in here, and they wouldn't be too wrong.
"See, the other thing you need to remember is that now that this thing started, it won't stop until it's done, until it's full. It's locked onto your dick and you're kinda here for the ride. There's no getting it off without killing it and it won't go quietly. Let's just say I wouldn't want MY dick in it when it died, you know?"
Despite how nervous I was growing, my cock was growing inside the worm more every second, somehow pumped fuller and stiffer than I've ever felt it. The army of projectiles continued to flick, rub, and stimulate my dick, focusing more and more attention to the edges of my bloated cockhead. Moaning again and quickly losing control, I felt a dollop of precum working further and further up my urethra.
Kent watched me for a moment and looked at a clock on the table. "You have no idea how much you're going to cum, dude. The next couple hours are going to be like heaven and hell, trust me."
My body was tensing, my hips slowly pushing up, offering even more of my dick to this thing attached to me, trying to somehow get even more sensation from it. But my stiff prick was trapped inside it and I was a slave to whatever this worm did to me. I tried to not concentrate on the feelings, tried to ignore the endless waves of pleasure that swirled around and over my cock, but I was helpless to stop it. I was going to cum soon, there was no doubt about that. Despite my fear and disgust, this creature was demanding I give it my semen. I moaned again.
Then something new happened. As the precum began to ooze out of my dick, a dozen tiny tendrils suddenly attacked my piss-slit, lapping up the liquid as it emerged; but when it did, it also pushed open the lips of my cockhead, reaching the tips of countless tiny probes just inside my urethra. I was inside the worm but now it was going inside me, too.
I was about to cum.
I looked at Kent with pleading eyes, whimpering behind the gag for him to stop the rape of my cock by this creature before I finally came, but he only stared at me like he was stoned, a look of pure lust on his face as he watched my body writhe in front of him.
"Fuck yeah, man," he said aloud. "Fuck, you're going to shoot, aren't you? It's making you cum already." He rubbed at his own crotch through his jeans and his tongue absently touching his open lips. "Can you feel it fucking your cockhole? Going inside you to get the cum? Just wait, man, just wait..."
I realized what Kent must have seen when he looked at me. I was naked, spread-eagle, arms and legs pulled tight toward the corners of his bed, gagged and moaning, trying to escape as this worm pulled and lapped at my stiff dick. It was trying to feed on my cum, milking me like a cow, raping my cock with pleasure as I helplessly bucked and thrashed under its assault. Looking down, I saw my own body splayed out, my legs wide, feet still covered by white socks that were coming loose in the struggle. I watched my toes move involuntarily inside the flopping socks as my heels pushed down, trying to shove my hips up?trying to shove more of my dick into the worm.
Inside the translucent creature, I saw the dull, flesh-toned mass of my cock surrounded by a glimmering blur as thousands of tiny cilia stroked and flicked at my dick. It was learning quickly what made me bounce under it, focusing more and more attention to the edges of my sensitive dickhead. It was driving me mad, stimulating me over my entire dick but refusing to give me the stroking motion I was accustomed to. It was like being forced to orgasm from having my cock tickled.
Suddenly I felt the lips of my piss-hole pulled even wider and a larger cluster of tendrils quickly breach my urethra, probing even deeper inside my cock, forcing more panting groans from me. As one tendril retreated, pulling tiny dabs of precum out, another quickly entered in its place, pushing just a fraction of an inch further down inside me. A quarter inch. Half an inch. Pushing deeper still. It felt like a wad of cum being pulled out then pushed back inside me over and over.
I couldn't hold back any longer. I took a breath. I froze, my muscles locked. I opened my mouth behind the gag and stared past the ceiling above me. And then I screamed.
I came.
To my right, Kent whispered, "Oh fuck yeah."
With my cock twitching and bouncing but not yet shooting cum, my orgasm began. Spreading from my cock to my hips to my back and on down my body, my entire being began heaving and humping. And then iron cables of muscle in my neck strained and my muffled screams grow even louder as the semen burst out of my imprisoned cock.
As the first ribbon of cum exited my dick, the worm tendrils pulled out all at once, the sensation like a seizure in my penis, making the wad feel twice as big as it was. Then immediately after the shot came out, a pencil-width cluster of cilia blasted through my cum-widened piss-hole and halfway down my cock, seeking out more semen. As the second shot spewed out through my urethra, the cilia exited with it, the deep recesses of the worm slurping up my cum; meanwhile, the cilia dove again into my cock, even further this time. And so it continued for each deminishing shot, the worm's probing wad of tendrils fucking their way back into my throbing cock between jets of semen. It felt like each wad was shooting out and then back into my dick.
Pleasure, fear, ecstasy, agony, all blended together as my cock spit hot semen into the worm as it continued to work me over unabated, sending me into orgasmic fits in the straps. My cries behind the gag blended into one continuous inhuman moan, and my body still arched up, offering myself to the creature.
My cock strained inside the worm, my orgasm subsiding, and cum flow tapering off, when the tendrils abruptly drove deeply down my urethra, almost to the base, and began "fluttering" inside me. While my piss-lips strained to accommodate the probing tentacles, any discomfort only added to the indescribably erotic sensation. The tiny tips tickled the inside of my cock in waves that moved up and out, while the mouth of the worm flicked, nibbled, and polished my cockhead with renewed vigor.
Barely did the first orgasm stop when the second began. A feeling unlike anything I've ever known swept over me, a pure mind-crashing sense of release, as I realized my dwindling orgasm was given new life, and my breathing grew raspy. With a silent, open-mouthed scream, I suddenly twitched uncontrollably and dumped fresh cum into the worm, the tickling, probing fingers refusing to stop their attack on penile nerves that were rarely used and now overloaded.
"Try to fight it, man," Kent muttered. "But it's going to take it all. It won't stop until you're dry"
For another minute, my body continued to jerk and twist in the straps as it unwillingly supplied the worm with my second seemingly endless cumshot. But eventually the sensations grew almost painful, and the pumping of my prostate muscles trickled into faint twitching, even as the cilia continued to "flow" inside my cumtube. The orgasm fading and simply unable to cum anymore, my body grew relaxed and still except for a low pitiful moan from my throat.
But the worm was only getting started. Everything it had been doing, it continued to do. The cilia worked my cock, inside and out.
With increasing discomfort, my cock sent signals to my brain that enough was enough. The exact same sensations that were pure bliss moments before grew harsh and raspy on my spent prick. Reflexively my torso twisted to escape the stimulation but I was trapped. Trapped on the bed while my penis remained trapped inside the insidious creature.
I turned to Kent with growing protests behind the gag but his lust-filled eyes only watched me writhe. "Here it comes, man. This is where it gets really interesting. And where you really need that gag."
Something nudged at my ass.
###
TO BE CONTINUED.