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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Rick_and_Morty
  Relationship:
      Rick_and_Morty_-_Relationship
  Character:
      Rick_Sanchez_(Rick_and_Morty), Morty_Smith
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Tentacles, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-15 Words: 1569
****** Hung ******
by Sentimental_being
Summary
     Somebody was here. Somebody was enjoying the entertainment. And
     nobody helped him.
Panting and sweating, Morty woke up to pure blackness. The last thing he could
remember was going upstairs to his bedroom and a dark apparition moved swiftly
through him before he could react. But he heard someone running up the stairs
hurriedly before he passed out. Who? Morty won't be able to find out so soon
because he couldn't see anything which worried him the most. His main objective
was to find out where the hell he was, then figure out who exactly put him
here.
He moved his hands across his face frantically but everything seemed to still
be imperceptible. His eyes had still not adjusted and he figured they weren't
going to for a while. It was very cold inside the dark void of space that hung
a dank stench in the air.
The floor was moist and slimy as Morty then realized after he got up. His shoes
suck to the syrupy floor after each step. He paced across the room aimlessly,
bumping into objects that seemed to be lined up against something.
Moving his hands against the furniture, he depicted, it stopped against a
concrete wall. Maybe this wasn't some endless simulation. “Hello?” His warbling
voice echoed inside the confined space. There was a flicker of light as it
danced across from where he was standing. Some visible outlines from the dimly
emitted light showed objects that seemed quite antiquated and odd as ancient
machinery was stationed a couple feet away.
That's what those sharp objects were as Morty skimmed his hand across those
weird gadgets.
The prominent wound caught his eye suddenly as a wave of pain ushered it’s way
towards his reverie. He preoccupied himself around his surroundings, blood
pouring onto the ground without him realizing.
Continuing to move around with the candlestick in hand, Morty swore he heard a
squelching noise right beside to him. The room could have secreted some
hallucination gas before Morty woke up which could have explained his
misconception. Earlier he felt a faint suspicion of the apparition from before,
but as he turned it vanished. Returning his thoughts to the now, the sound was
closer this time, but Morty was quick to shine the candle towards the noise.
His fast reflexes withdrew the candlestick from the vibrant, purple, worm thing
that slithered about.
“Gah!” Morty's high pitched yell seemed to have irritated whatever that worm
was because it retreated into the darkness expeditiously.
There was the sound of a scraping door closing shut, but Morty was too slow to
pinpoint the sound exactly. The number one thing to do was to remain calm.
Hyperventilating was the worst and least thing to do in a situation like this,
especially with a tentacle around.
What did Rick teach Morty on one of their adventures again? If there's a
tentacle... there's more!
“Rick?” As useless as calling Rick's name, even here, it'd be worth a try.
Maybe this was some elaborate scheme to test Morty and the things he could
recall from their adventures. But what would you do if not just one, but a
dozen tentacles were here? There was nothing that Rick usually didn't discuss
much about. He must've said something about tentacles, but a typical anxious
teenager never listens. Morty hated himself for even bringing Rick up, he was
probably kidnapped and was going to be conducted on. Rick would never do that,
would he? The thought provoked him in the need to find a way to escape.
His dimly lit candle was not so helpful as he thought as he wandered through
the darkness slipping on something squishy.
Whatever is was it prolonged towards Morty's feet from the darkness, wrapping
themselves tightly around his ankles and slowly up his thighs. Morty tried
batting it away, aiming his candlestick towards the curious tentacle, but it
refused to detach itself. He could see that it extended further on until
another tentacle appeared.
“Rick!” Rick was the only person on Morty's mind that could've set this up.
Morty dumbfoundedly dropped his candlestick as the tentacle curled itself
around his upper thigh. “No, no, no!” Morty's objection to the tentacle was
useless, these things aren't comprehensible, nor to light. The pressure it put
on his thigh was enough for it to have that staticky feel of sleepiness. Blood
flow was starting to be restricted, making Morty wheeze breathlessly for help.
A sudden clapping sounded off the walls and back to Morty’s ears. He shot his
head up towards the direction of the sound. Somebody was here. Somebody was
enjoying the entertainment. And nobody helped him.
A scratchy voice touched Morty's earlobe. A tongue licked against his cheek.
“Having fun, my sweeet boy?” This voice sounded too distinctly familiar to
belong to someone he knew.
“Rick? Please! Help me, I w-” Morty's mouth was filled with a garish colored
tentacle. It's slime gushed out, overpowering Morty's capability to talk. His
eyes rolled back willingly.
Rick tutted and growled, squeezing Morty's cheeks playfully. “You're fucking
cute when you're held captive.” An aged finger skimmed his face to collect a
tear from his cheek.
There was still no way to see anything but the luminescent slime that painted
the floor. The young boy squirmed, but failed as he was weighed down by the
interested tentacles. They felt him up and down, caressing his stomach and
navel. Rick's cock swelled as he unbuttoned his slacks. Rick was craving to be
touched by his grandson.
The old man pressed a button on the controller he obtained and less than a
second lights flickered on.
The adolescent’s eyes widened, not because of the lights appearing, but the
pressure he felt on his dick. A throaty laugh filled the air of sloshing and
moaning. Morty felt the need to come any second but prevented to do so.
His grandfather matched his pace easily, precum dripping onto one of the
tentacles he stood so closely over in admiration of Morty.
One black tentacle with intricate blue neon stripes slipped effortlessly into
Morty's pants. Morty's eyes bulged and he sensed the next thing to come. It
skimmed over his thighs and reached his ass with a needy force to plunge itself
in. The warm liquid lubed his entrance, but before Rick could come he ripped
the jeans off his grandson to fully view the process.
“Why didn't I do this before? I never knew you were such a freak over this.” He
emphasized loudly, spittle flying onto Morty’s body.
The tentacle pressed against the boy's entrance which seemed too thick for
Morty to handle or enjoy. With tentacles at his dick and one plunging into his
mouth, he was sure to come but the tentacle wasn't inside yet. He was expecting
it to usher it's way in, but nothing came. Rick wasn't seen to be anywhere
either.
The tentacles suspended into the air, lifting Morty up. His legs felt so weak,
his knees wobbled wanting to give up, but he was forced to bend over.
The cold air greeted his ass, but footsteps were heard coming behind him. The
warmth of the body moved against him with his dick longing to fill Morty up.
“My turn, Morty.” Morty could hear the smile in his grandpa's voice as he
turned his head around to look at Rick.
Tentacles continued to knead Morty, but he still hadn't come yet, like he was
forced not to. Dynamism between Rick and Morty was conspicuous. “Can't you be
still? You're about to f-fucking fall like a deer on ice.”
Morty hadn't noticed this but he maintained his calmness and waited
expectantly. His grandpa squoze his ass apart until his anus was in view. Rick
licked his two bony and long fingers, reaching his entrance and pushing in with
moxie.
“Ohhhahh!” The boy convalesce quickly and grinded his ass against the fingers
that filled his asshole. There was no need to be scared and it was silly from
the start. Morty smiled ruefully at his grandpa.
“Oh? You think it's cute after being molested by tentacles? You're going to get
fucked and you're still smiling.” Rick said gruffly. “I should’ve expected you
to like it. Slut.”
The harsh words didn't affect Morty until his fingers slipped out and was
replaced with his grandpa's yearning, dripping member. Morty forgot about the
tentacles until they sped up, creating friction on his dick until he moaned
loudly. “Yes, oh please!” Rick picked up the pace until another tentacle
smoothly filled his ass. It deftly moved rhythmically as another pair moved up
his legs and fondled his balls. Rick thrusted into Morty faster as he groaned
and grunted. He pulled onto his hips hard enough to bruise as his hot come
discharged into his ass.
His dick thrusted lifelessly into his ass until he heard his grandson shudder.
“Another time, babe? You liked it?” Rick hummed.
“You know I did. Let's not frighten me next time. I loved the tentacles though,
really made it a more stimulating experience.” Morty chuckled, massaging his
softening dick.
Rick rolled his eyes as they wandered towards one of the tentacles in his ass.
“Lemme fix this fucking mess first. I'll make it more mesmerizing, but in the
meantime I've gotta deal with these...tentacles.” So many littered the floor
while it percolated with their gooey substance.
Morty closed his heavy eyelids, flying into a more happy place without the
eccentric atmosphere pressuring him.
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