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  Fandom:
      Hetalia:_Axis_Powers
  Relationship:
      Canada_(Hetalia)/France_(Hetalia), South_Italy_(Hetalia)/Spain_(Hetalia),
      Prussia_(Hetalia)/Russia_(Hetalia)
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      Canada_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), South_Italy_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Russia
      (Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), Prussia_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers), France_(Hetalia:
      Axis_Powers), Spain_(Hetalia:_Axis_Powers)
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      Shota, Tentacles, Kidnapping, Attempted_Rape, Rape, Swearing, Other
      Additional_Tags_to_Be_Added, Human_Names_Used, Pedophilia, Smut, Crack,
      lots_of_crack, Aliens, Dehumanization, Breeding, Mpreg, Mind_Break,
      Asphyxiation, Anal_Fingering, choking_on_tentacle_cock, Punishment,
      Collars, Bondage, shota_topping_adult
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      Published: 2015-06-10 Updated: 2016-11-21 Chapters: 5/? Words: 13634
****** Just another Ordinary shota fanfic ******
by Kat_the_Hetalia_fan, MerryGoat
Summary
     Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio were walking to Francis' house late at
     night after a night out drinking. As they were walking through the
     forest to get there faster, they see three little boys swimming in
     the lake and decide to take advantage of the situation. See, just
     your average Hetalia shota fanfic, or is it?
     Human names used.
Notes
     Eeeeee I can't believe I'm writing a story like this for the very
     first time! :D I can't WAIT to see where it goes! Anyway, I wrote
     this chapter, and ajollygoat is writing the next one. We'll be going
     back and forth like this for the entire fanfic, which will be pure
     smut and crack by the way. >3
***** The kidnapping *****
Francis, Gilbert, and Antonio had been out drinking for the night, systems full
of alcohol and minds beyond reason. They were currently heading back to
Francis’ house just before dawn. They were completely wasted, laughing at their
own little jokes without a care in the world. Half way down the road, they
decided to make their way through a forest as to a short cut.
They veered off the dimly lit road and entered the forest, with nothing but the
night sky and a few distant street lamps to light their way. As they sauntered
their way through, they hopped from topic to topic. After a few failed attempts
of other topics, they all finally settled for their one common interest. Under-
aged ass.
“You know what is the cutest, my friends?” Francis asked, wiggling his brows.
“A cute little shy boy, just begging for a kind and handsome ‘papa’ to look
after him~” He laughed, a perverted grin on his face from the thought.' Always
one for fashion, no matter the occasion, he was sporting a dark blue dress-
shirt, tucked in tight black pants and dress shoes to finish off.
Antonio chuckled, a bashful smile as he shook his head, “No, I prefer one with
a fiery personality who doesn’t take orders easily. Their so much more fun, and
it is so much more worth it when they finally trust you.” He sighed, a dreamy
expression on his face. “And they’re so cute when they blush, because that
takes true effort compared to some shy little thing~” He hiccuped, swaying on
his legs. Always one for being a tad of a fashion disaster, he was wearing a
yellow t-shirt with a bright red tomato on it, jeans, and sneakers.
Gilbert rolled his eyes, “Psh, you loser have no idea what you’re talking
about!” He scoffed, rolling his eyes at their ideas. “The best kid is an
innocent one! A good, naive little boy you can keep pure even after you fuck
‘em!” He said, biting his lip at the thought. Another perfect example of
painful fashion, he had on a black long sleeved shirt, a punk vest, biker
jeans, and black combat boots.
The three of them continued to playfully arguing over which type of child was
truly deserving of the title “best boy” for the better half of 20 minutes,
continuing their merry way down the forest. It wasn't until Francis had slipped
out his phone to look at the time that they realized how long they have been
walking. The small forest was no larger than 2 miles wide, yet they hadn't seen
a single road! Even the earlier distant street lights had completely vanished.
It was clear that they had somehow gotten lost.
Francis looked around, instantly sobering up at the realization. He spent a few
moments trying to figure out where the hell they were before sighing in
resignation, turning to his friends. “Well, it looks like we are officially
lost. I don’t know how we did it, but we are.” He confessed.
Both other men groaned in unision. “Are you serious?” Gilbert asked.
Francis nodded in reply and shrugged in apology. “I don’t know how they
happened! We’ve been here before at least a dozen times.” He said.
Before anyone else could get another word in, they all jumped when they
suddenly heard a splashing sound. All three of them fell silent and paid
attention, a few moments passing before again, more splashing started up just
to their right, somewhere beyond the foliage.
“Hey, what do you think that was amigos?” Antonio asked. Gilbert gave a small
shrug and headed towards source of the noise without further prompting. Francis
and Antonio looked at each other before they decided to follow along. The trio
walked for a minute before they were able to distinct a new sound.
“Hey... Is that children laughing?” Francis asked, turning to see the others
nodding in agreement. “What are children doing out in the forest at this time
of night?” He questioned. The others shrugged their shoulders. All three of
them were considerably more perked up than just minutes ago, and they were up
for an investigation.
It only took them a few more steps of walking for the sound to become loud and
clear, coming from just beyond the large bushes ahead of them. Francis went
ahead first, pushing the bushes apart and peering his head above. His jaw
dropped and nose nearly bled at the sight in front of them. Antonio and Gilbert
followed after, one hovering above each of Francis’ shoulders to catch what he
was looking at. Antonio nearly collapsed, Gilbert nearly sprung forward.
The bushes led to a large clearing to a decently sized lake. Swimming in the
water near the shore were three little boys, three naked little boys.
One boy was floating on his back in the water just a few feet away from the
grass. Blond hair swirled around his head in the water, and violet eyes blinked
lazily up at the sky. His body was lean, with an adorable little perky chest.
And best of all, because of his position he left a clear view of his
underdeveloped cock just resting on his lower tummy.
The second boy was paler than the first with ashen blonde hair. He was swimming
around the lake, occasionally diving under water which let them see his perky
little ass. He would stay under for a good while before bouncing back up again,
holding up a rock or usually a piece of plant that he found interesting. He
would then swim back to the short and toss whatever he found into a small
growing pile of objects in the grass. It was a bit harder to see his body, but
he was definitely in the pudgier side.
The last, but certainly not least, of the boys certainly stood out the most. He
had tan skin and dark brown hair with the slightest hint of red in it. His eyes
were amber. He was standing in the shallower water, water reaching up to his
knees. His upper body was just slightly bent over as he looked down into the
water, eyes scanning for something. And when he finally found whatever he was
searching for, he bent over at the waist to pick it up. He exposed his ass,
cock, and balls to the entire trio at once.
Antonio sharply inhaled at the third child bending over and had to swallow to
keep his drool out of sight, “I don’t know about you two amigos, but I want
them~” He licked his lips, the alcohol still affecting his judgment.
“Oui, I want them as well~” Francis answered.
“Do you really think the awesomeness that is me would skip out on not one but
three tasty looking kids like them~?” Gilbert added, not wanting to be left
out.
So the three men waited until all three boys were on or near the shore before
quietly sneaking out of the bushes and heading towards them. They tried their
best to keep low and away from immediate sight. Luckily for them, all three
boys were conveniently turned away from him.
Just as they were about to grab the boys, thin slits on their backs that they
hadn’t noticed before opened up and thick tentacles shot out of them. The
surprise tentacles grabbed all three men, lifting them up into the air. Francis
was already sputtering calls of defeat, Antonio was simply too shocked to
react, and Gilbert immediately start to thrash and put up a fight. The
tentacles brought and presented the men in front of each boy, the two blonds
smiling and the brunette cackling.
The boy with the violet eyes giggled and said, with a big, cheery smile on his
face, “Surprise mother-fuckers! Hehe, sorry, I heard that from a video and I’ve
been wanting to use it since I did!” He giggled.
The brunette rolled his eyes, “Do you even know what a mother-fucker is?” He
asked.
The violet-eyed boy shook his head, “Not really, English is a really weird
language. I just wanted to say it.” He replied. Despite the situation, learning
that he had no idea what that meant only strengthened the growing erection in
Francis’ pants, making him blush.
The ashen blonde boy chuckled and looked up at them, “Were you three trying to
kidnap us? What would you have done, make us your little slaves who you could
play with all the time?” He huffed. ”That is not very nice you know, trying to
kidnap children.” His grin darkened as he talked and a dark aura appeared
around him. The trio shivered at that, yet so far no killed boners.
The brunette crossed his arms and smirked at them, “Stupid bastards, we’re
gonna be the one kidnapping you! You’re gonna get a good, long, messy taste of
what you were gonna try to do to us!” He laughed, fingers already twitching in
anticipation of just grabbing the men.
Gilbert glared angrily at the brunette, “Oh like HELL you are! When I get down
I’m gonna-!” One of the ashen blonde boy’s tentacles shot into his mouth,
effectively silencing him. Gilbert’s eyes widened hugely and he gagged
slightly, his mouth nearly stretched to its limit.
“What a bad boy you are, talking back to your owners like that.” The ashen
blonde boy tsked, “We will have to train all three of you to be obedient, yes?”
He smiled.
The trio tensed up, Antonio being the first to speak, “W-What do you mean by
training us to be obedient? Who o-or what are you?!” He continued to struggle
against his captor, who only gripped their tentacles tighter.
The brunette rolled his eyes, “Well, I guess we should tell you. We’re what you
would call aliens, and in your language, my name would be Romano. The one who
called you a mother-fucker is Matthew and the creepy one is Ivan, and we’re
your masters now, got it?” He tapped his foot in annoyance. Gilbert, Francis,
and Antonio looked at each other in worry.
The three men were suddenly pinned to the ground by the shota-aliens and their
clothes were half-pulled half-ripped off of their bodies, leaving them in
absolutely nothing, not even their underwear. The boys talked among themselves
for a bit before deciding on who would take who. Matthew would be taking
Francis, Romano would take Antonio, and Gilbert would be all Ivan’s to play
with.
Matthew lied Francis down on his back, his tentacles holding his legs wide open
and two more holding his arms behind his back. Matthew crawled on top of him
and kissed and sucked on his chest for a while before moving down his body and
licking his puckered entrance. Francis shivered slightly, but despite the fact
that he knew he was going to be raped, the Eiffel tower (a.k.a. his boner) was
still standing tall and proud. Matthew giggled slightly at that when he noticed
and kissed the tip, making Francis groan at the sight and start to leak pre-
cum. Matthew repositioned himself, pressing his child-sized cock against
Francis’ entrance and pushing in fully on the first thrust, moaning. Francis
gasped slightly, glad that he was the size of a human child, so it didn’t hurt
as badly as it could have. Matthew waited a while to get used to Francis’
tightness before moving, thrusting in all the way and pulling out almost
completely each and every time, gradually going faster and harder.
While that was happening, Romano positioned Antonio so that he was on his hands
and knees with his ass in the air. He wasted no time gripping his hips and
thrusting into him, moaning loudly. Antonio cried out at the sudden
penetration, tensing up.
Romano groaned as he did, “Loosen up you bastard, I can’t move if you’re so
tense!” He complained. Eventually Antonio did relax, and as soon as he did,
Romano started thrusting hard and fast, holding onto Antonio’s hips hard enough
to make bruises as he pounded into him. A tentacle pushed down on Antonio’s
upper back, shoving his chest and face into the dirt, keeping him mostly quiet
as Romano owned him. Soon enough he was ramming into his prostate, dragging out
loud moans and gasps from the Spaniard.
Ivan decided to go about things differently. He lied down, his upper half
propped up by his arms, and bound Gilbert up with his tentacles so his arms
were behind his back and his legs were bound together and spread wide. Ivan
held Gilbert above him, slowly lowering him onto his cock. The albino tried to
thrash around to avoid his fate, but the tentacles were holding onto him too
tightly for him to get away. Both groaned softly as Ivan entered Gilbert. He
waited for a little while so as to get used to his tightness before using his
tentacles to move him up and down on his cock, bouncing Gilbert on him.
The orgy went on for what felt like forever, Francis, Antonio, and Gilbert
cumming twice as much as their alien captors. Just as the sun was rising, the
three adults finally passed out, completely spent. When they woke up again,
they were in a strange looking cell of some sort, still naked and covered in
cum.
Gilbert groaned and slowly sat up, “Ooh, mien ass hurts like crazy…” He
complained.
Antonio nodded and rubbed his lower back, “Si, mine too… Where are we anyway?”
He looked around their cell.
A portion of the wall moved like water, Matthew stepping through it with Ivan
and Romano, “You three are awake, finally! You’ve been asleep for hours, we
were beginning to get worried!” He sighed in relief and smiled softly. The
three men backed up as much as their tired and sore bodies would allow them to,
not at all trusting the boys before them.
Romano rolled his eyes, “Relax, we’re not going to fuck you right now, these
two just wanted to see how you were doing.” He motioned over to Matthew and
Ivan, who smiled and waved at them.
“Where are we, and what the fuck is going on?!” Gilbert glared angrily.
Ivan smiled more and tilted his head, “It’s simple really. We’re taking you
back to our home world where you will be our breeding slaves~” He stated
matter-of-factly. The trio didn’t believe them, how could they?
Francis shook his head, “That is impossible, how could we leave Earth anyway?”
“Where do you think we are idiot?” Romano walked over to a wall and pressed a
button, a shutter which blended in perfectly with the wall moving away to
reveal a window. The trio, sorely, moved to see what was outside, and all they
could see were stars, and a purplish-grey planet slowing getting closer and
closer to them. At that moment they knew that no matter where they were, they
weren’t on Earth anymore, and that they were in for a long and painful time on
this new world.
***** A whole new world *****
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the slightly punny title. XD Either way, the plot
     progresses!
“Gilbert won't stop complaining, Antonio keeps looking at me funny, and I get
the idea that Francis is enjoying this whole situation a little too much.”
Romano informed when he walked back to the ship’s control room. The enormous
room was in pristine condition, not a speck of dust in sight. The main
navigation system was set up directly ahead, behind a large window to the
outside.
Matthew sat behind the main controls, giving an aloof nod to show he heard.
Ivan’s head peered up from above the back of the large spinning chair he had
previously been toying with, whirling himself around with the help of his
tentacles (one of their most useful uses, in his opinion).
“You should start preparing them for exit; we won't take longer than 10 minutes
to get home!” Ivan informed gleefully, tentacles wagging in the air behind him
in excitement. Romano rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah make me do all the work you
bastards!” he complained, still turning back around to do the task.
Romano walked down the short corridor, turning right once he reached his
destination and walking into the room. He noticed Gilbert and Antonio were
still moping on the floor, their asses still sore beyond belief (really, how
sore could a kid’s cock get you!?) but Francis up and about again as if used to
the sensation.
It was clear from the new burn marks Francis was sporting on his finger tips
that he had tried to exit the liquid barrier, not figuring that human skin was
not exactly compatible with acid.
“Get up bastardos, we’re going to land soon,” he announced, walking through the
barrier as if it was nothing. All eyes were on him, much to his annoyance.
“What did I just say!? Get up!” he ordered again. Antonio was quick to scrabble
up on to his feet, albeit still shivering slightly from the pain. But Gilbert
was another story…
The albino was still on the floor, looking up at Romano defiantly. His mouth
was shut in a thin line and his eyes staring down Romano’s as if to say “make
me”.
Well, Romano was never one to back down from a challenge…
Gilbert shrieked when he felt himself being lifted off the ground with ease,
the tentacles protruding from Romano’s back holding him up like a slab of meat
as Romano stared at him smugly. “You better learn to obey your new masters!”
Romano reminded, and couldn’t help himself when he let a tentacle wander off
just a little…
“MEIN GOTT! WATCH WHERE YOU’RE POKING THAT THI-EEEE!” Gilbert writhed in the
air as the very tip of a tentacle made its way up his ass.
Romano snickered at the sight, but decided not to push his luck for now. Ivan
was rather territorial and he didn’t want to chance facing him if he
accidentally broke his little toy…
Gilbert sighed in relief when the tentacle slipped out of his ass and he felt
himself being brought down again, stood up gently and the tentacle began
unraveling from his body. He ignored the small yearning feeling he felt,
‘what’s wrong with me!? The awesome me would never want it up the ass!’ he
reminded himself.
He was pulled out of his reverie when Romano walked off to the side of the
room, pulling a small lever that opened up a panel in the wall to reveal three
stacked metal… collars? ‘Oh there is no way I'm going to let a kid-’
“Lean forward, fuckholes, unless you want to have a get together with my dick
up your asses.”
On second thought, Gilbert decided he’d better follow along for now.
Romano walked forward, collars in hand as he walked to each one of them,
snapping the collars in place. After they were all in place, he walked down the
line again and snapped each of them on. The men gave an undignified yelp when
suddenly all three of their collars were connected by an electric blue wire,
startling them. Francis was the first to test it out, taking a step backwards
which caused Antonio to stumble back and Gilbert to fall on his ass. Like a
domino effect, but with three bumbling klutz.
“We’re going to play a game of follow the leader, and I am your leader” Romano
said, walking up to Francis’ collar and snapping on a leash. “Do not try to run
away unless you want hell to pay.” He warned, narrowing his eyes at the three
of them; Gilbert still struggling to get up and Antonio leaning down to avoid
getting choked by the collar chain Gilbert had pulled down with him. Only once
all three of them had gotten themselves collected had Romano switched off the
barrier with a tentacle that was able to reach the very top of the ceiling
where the off button was, and begun to guide the trio out the door.
By the time they had made their way to the main control room, the trio’s left
to be desired coordination slowing them down with the amount of times they had
fallen, veered off course, or simply just stopped with complaints their ass was
still hurting, the ship had already landed on their planet.
Ivan and Matthew were waiting at the door way to help escort the new slaves
out; forming a triangle formation around the trio to ensure none of them tried
anything funny. Not that any of the three would, all too mesmerized by their
surroundings to even think about running off into the unknown yet.
The earth was a bright pale purple, covered in curly grass like plants. Few
creatures scuttled about the ground as they moved away from the groups' path to
avoid getting squished, each odder than the last. The sky was bright blue, but
red in the farther horizons. They could see what they assumed to be the sun,
only 10x larger than their own, and 3 spheres in the sky that looked like moons
since they didn’t shine.
They allowed themselves to be led into a half-spherical building jutting out of
the ground, finally having the situation sink in. They were being kidnapped BY
TINY LITTLE TENTACLE WEILDING BOYS, AND THAT WAS JUST FUCKED UP!
Antonio was the first to speak up, “What are you going to do to us?” he asked,
nervous eyes studying his surroundings. They were inside the building and now
being herded into another room, this one completely empty. They all gave a sigh
of relief when the rope-like thing connecting their collars together suddenly
disappeared, their collars snapping open and falling to the ground.
“You're going to see~!” Ivan chirped gleefully, picking up the collars while
Matthew walked off to the back of the room. Matthew flipped a switch, the trio
simultaneously turning around to see the source of the sudden noise. The ground
had opened up and three cages, just large enough for a human to be able to sit
up in and lay down in if they curled up, had risen from the ground.
“Who are those for!?” Gilbert demanded, backing away from the cages only to
find himself pressed against a large, slimy… “NO!”
Gilbert suddenly found himself suspended in the air, a large tentacle wrapped
around his waist as he was strung upside down right above Ivan's head. “Hello
pet!” the alien said happily, reaching his arm up to pat the albino’s nose.
“You're so noisy already! We haven’t even started” the boy pouted, “Save those
shouts for play time.” he said, a deceivingly innocent smile spreading across
his face.
“LIKE HELL I WILL! LET ME GO YOU FUCK FA-” Gilbert was silenced when he got a
mouthful of tentacle, feeling it reach the back of his throat. He squirmed in
the air, chest convulsing as he desperately tried to breathe in but was not
allowed.
It seemed that this triggered a bit of a chain reaction among the rest, for now
Romano had Antonio pinned against a wall, a tentacle wrapped around his neck as
the rest worked to rip off his clothes. Romano wasn’t too worried about the
shredded clothes; it wasn’t like they'd actually ever need to wear clothes
again!
Francis was the one who took initiative on the other side, pouncing Matthew. He
realized that if there was really no hope of escape at the moment, he may as
well attempt to top for once…
Of course those fantasies were quickly flung out the window when he found
himself face down on the ground, arms being forced down as his hips were being
held up by Matthew's hands. “That was sneaky!” Matthew giggled, letting go of
Francis’ hips once he made sure the man was knelt over properly and wouldn’t
just slide back down.
“And we don’t like sneaky people here” Matthew cooed.
(Mid way note from Kat_the_Hetalia_fan: So funny story here, ajollygoat was
supposed to write all of this chapter, but her laptop broke down. Fortunately,
she had sent me what she had written prior to it breaking down because she was
experiencing writer’s block. Everything prior to this is all her, aside from a
few minor edits I made such as spelling corrections and adding one or two words
to a sentence to make it flow better. Next chapter, I’m going to be writing the
first half and then ajollygoat will be writing the next half, and then the
chapter after that will be all their’s, so enjoy the two of us writing two
chapters together directly for now! And if you don’t enjoy it, well, it’s only
gonna be for the two chapters unless this happens again, so don’t worry.)
He smiled and pressed a tentacle to Francis' mouth, forcing him to suck it.
Francis took the tentacle into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and
bobbing his head. Even though the sensation of pleasure, or any other feeling
really, was greatly diminished in their tentacles, Matthew shivered slightly in
pleasure as Francis sucked it. He shook his head, reminding himself to focus,
and turned his attention back to Francis' ass. He spread his cheeks and looked
at the puckered hole, slightly red from their earlier activities. He sucked on
two of his fingers for a while, covering them in saliva, before pushing them
into Francis, scissoring him as wide as he could. The Frenchman groaned, still
sensitive from having been fucked so roughly and for so long, even if he was
more used to bottoming then Antonio or Gilbert.
Gilbert, on the other hand, was still trying to struggle against Ivan, though
not as much due to the tentacle that was down his throat. His vision was
starting to fade when Ivan finally moved the tentacle out of his mouth enough
for him to breath, though it was still in his mouth. Gilbert took as big of a
breath as he could around the tentacle, relieved that he wasn’t going to die by
tentacle cock today.
Ivan giggled and smiled more, “I hope that will teach you not to say such rude
things like you were about to. Of course, bad boys still need to be punished
da~? As such, this time I’m not going to get you ready~” Ivan thrust a tentacle
into Gilbert’s ass harshly, causing the albino to cry out in pain. Ivan kept
pushing his tentacle into him until the thickest part of it was inside of him,
stretching Gilbert out to his outer limit, which wasn’t much.
Ivan cooed in delight as he saw Gilbert's stomach bulging from the inside, the
tentacles visibly squirming again the albino's tummy. He was almost sure the
boy could burst! Ivan giggled at the thought.
Ivan made a mental note to work on that in the future, holding still for the
time being until Gilbert loosened up a bit. After all, he was punishing his
pet, but he didn’t want to break him! Humans were fragile things after all.
Romano on the other hand didn’t really care about that, and once Antonio’s
clothes were all ripped off, he pressed him against the wall harder, a tentacle
wrapping around his waist like the one around his neck. A third tentacle
pressed against Antonio’s entrance, causing the elder to squirm slightly and
press himself against the wall to try and escape but to no avail. The tentacle
pushed in, gaining a small gasp from Antonio as Romano wasted no time in
thrusting hard and fast, going in a little deeper each time he trusted in.
Antonio bit his lip hard, trying to hold back the tiny moans and whimpers that
threatened to spill out over his lips. However, Romano was determined to hear
the man cry out, so he started searching for his prostate. He found it after a
few thrusts, Antonio crying out in pleasure and arching his back, gripping at
the tentacle still around his neck which had started to choke him lightly.
Matthew had stopped scissoring Francis and pushed one of his tentacles into
him, the Frenchman moaning loudly at the penetration. Matthew was gentler then
his friends, thrusting his tentacle slowly yet deeply. He gradually picked up
speed with each of his thrusts, humming softly in pleasure as he did. Francis
bit his lip after that first initial loud moan, holding back his cries of
pleasure as much as he could.
It wasn’t too much longer until the three of them were pounding into their
slaves with the same forcefulness that they had back in the forest, going until
the three adults were passed out, even going on for a little longer then that.
After they were satisfied, they moved them into their cages for transportation
to the main city where they lived.
Ivan giggled and smiled excitedly, “I can’t wait to take them home and play
with them more!” He twirled around, smiling excitedly. Matthew smiled and
nodded in agreement. Romano just rolled his eyes at the two, though he was just
as excited to get home and start training his new breeding slave.
***** Teddy bear *****
Chapter Notes
     *flexes* YAAAAY GOATS FINALLY GOT HER SHIT TOGETHER
When Francis finally awoke, he first noticed how hard his bed was. He groaned,
perhaps he got too drunk last night and passed out on the kitchen floor again.
He carefully pushed himself up on shaky arms, looking at his surrounding to get
a hint of where he was.
Oh right, alien children and space ships and tentacles.
Well, there goes his consciousness.
Francis passed out, slamming his head face first on the steel floor again.
The second time he woke up, he was a little more prepared for what he woke up
to. He struggled to push himself up again, his head throbbing from when he fell
forward face first. His mind was reeling through the memories of all the shit
that's been happening lately.
He finally pulled himself out of his reverie and began to look around, he
needed to get a good look at his surroundings. He noted that the room was
large, in pristine condition to the point it reminded him of a doctor's office.
It appeared that he was now in some sort of house. It vaguely reminded him of
the high-class apartment that he himself lived in, but if the view from the
window was any indication, he was still on the strange planet he had been
brought to.
From his view point, he could see that he was in a city of some kind, only the
buildings were more rounded then those on earth and he couldn’t see any windows
on them. The sky was now a darker shade of green-blue, puffs of white he could
only assume were clouds.
From the window he could also see other large dome like buildings, lined up
neatly in some sort of neighborhood formation. He was shocked to see even more
aliens, well - he was the alien now but that hardly mattered right now,
strolling out and about. All of them looked like normal children, and he would
have been fooled had it not been for the giant tentacles squirming out of their
back. None of them wore clothing, leaving their tentacles out in the open.
He also noticed that a grand majority of them had an adult with them. Except
these adults weren't standing over them, or standing at all really. Each of
them were bound by the neck to large, thick collars and leashes, and forced to
stroll around on all fours.
The majority of these, what he assume to also be humans, were males. Women
could be seen here and there if he looked hard enough, but nearly all of them
were... Males. At least that's what the cock between their legs told him.
The only thing that made him question this was the fact that each and every one
of them had their stomachs swollen as if they were pregnant. No, beyond
pregnant seeing as a few of them had stomachs so swollen they nearly touched
the ground as they crawled on all fours.
But his thoughts were then interrupted before he could get even try to make
sense of it when he heard the small pattering of footsteps and he looked up to
see Matthew approaching him, a few bags dangling from his tentacles. He put
them down on the couch then looked over at Francis, smiling.
“Oh, you’re awake! I was beginning to wonder if I may have accidentally put you
to sleep a little too permanently” he giggled, running —hopping? — over to
Francis.
Francis sat up, as much as the cage would allow him, and looked at Matthew. He
ignored the dryness in his throat and decided to at least try to get some
information. “Where am I?" he managed to groan out, suddenly aware of how sore
his throat was from all the screaming he had done. "And where are my clothes?"
He asked, looking down and his own bare body. "And where are your clothes?!" he
said, finding it hard to actually complain about the lack of clothes but
figuring he may as well know the reasoning.
"Well we don't really need them, do we?" Matthew said, giving Francis a stare
that said "Isn't it obvious?"
Well first off, he needs clothes because... Ok kid had a point. "Well where are
Gilbert and Antonio?” He asked, just now remembering his friends and how they
were nowhere to be seen. He knew he probably wouldn’t get an answer to all of
his questions, but this seemed simple enough for now, no chance of saying
anything wrong.
“Gilbert and Antonio? Oh, you must mean your friends!" Matthew exclaimed,
clapping his hands together. "Gilbert is with Ivan, and Antonio is with Romano
at their houses." He explained, "You’re at mine right now!" He said, a small
wave of his hands indicating their surroundings. "And the reason are naked is
because it’s summer now, and it’s too hot with clothes on. Your natural body
temperature is much higher then ours, so if you were to be outside for too long
without one of us around to cool you off, you’d die of heat exhaustion. It’s
air conditioned in here, so you don’t need to worry about that as long as you
don’t try sneaking out." Matthew explained.
Thinking about it, Francis reasoned that that did make sense. He looked out the
window, making the mistake of actually trying to look directly at the sun and
hurting himself. But even without a direct look, it was clear the sun looked
larger. It seemed it was much closer than their own sun, and it would only make
sense that the planet was hotter.
Of course, Matthew was completely bull-shitting Francis right now. Their sun
wasn’t any hotter or cooler then the sun on Earth, despite looking larger. The
reason no one wore clothes was because it was just more convenient, and their
bodies regulated their core temperature much better then a human’s so they
weren’t really needed except for in winter. But even then they only wore light
clothing, basically the Earth equivalent of a t-shirt and shorts in material.
As for Francis dying from the heat, well, that wasn’t true at all. Having him
believe that it was would make him less likely to try and escape. Humans could
be surprisingly easy to deceive!
Matthew looked out the window with him, down at the street, “A lot of people in
the city have pets and slaves, it’s really common.” He mentioned when he saw
Francis looking at them.
The Frenchman turned his head to him, looking slightly confused, “Is it? Why?”
He asked. Sure it felt weird having a conversation with the child... Alien? ...
That had just sodomized and kidnapped him and his friends. But it was better to
at least get some information rather than stay in the dark.
Matthew giggled, giving Francis a knowing smile. "You’ll figure that out soon
enough. You are one too after all, slave.” He chirped before turning away.
He walked over to the bags he had put down, carrying them to what appeared to
be a kitchen and started to pull out random... food, he assumed, out of the
bags. They looked much stranger than anything Francis had seen before, and he
started to wonder if he was going to have to eat them at some point. He hoped
that his captor would have mercy on him and give him some regular food instead.
Large black... Eggs, he assumed, the size of his head. A see through bag full
of multi-colored beads. Something that looked like a ginger root, had it not
been for the very similar appearance to a human hand. And... Oh, he pulled out
a carrot! Yes! Some normal foo- never mind, the carrot just twitched, and
carrots are not supposed to move. He flinched when Matthew suddenly grabbed the
still twitching "carrot" by the end leaves, and swung it down on the counter
with a smash. Matthew then pulled it back up, turning it in his hands and
inspecting the now completely stilled carrot before nodding to himself with
satisfaction and setting it aside.
Huh. So he just killed a carrot.
Francis backed up slightly in his cage, glancing out the window and avoiding
looking at Matthew again. This was all a little too much to take in, and
several bloodied marks running up and down his arms from his futile attempts to
wake himself, had proved this was still not a dream.
But taking his eyes away from Matthew meant he didn't notice when Matthew
pulled out 4 long black ribbons from the bottom of the back, winding them up
loosely around his hand. Matthew walked up to the cage and opened it, quickly
restraining Francis with his tentacles and pulled him forward to the entrance
of the cage. He flipped him over and pushed him down on his back, a tentacle on
each of his limbs. He ignored the multiple curses and cries that escaped his
slave, opting to get this part over with quickly.
Francis started to struggle, but Matthew easily overpowered him. He unraveled
the ribbons and forced Francis to fold his arms and legs and the elbows and
knees, and made quick work of wrapping and tying the ribbon around each folded
limb. Matthew pulled his now restrained slave out of its cage, holding him up
in the air like a newborn lion prince as he walked them over to the master
bedroom, Francis sputtering and squirming the whole way.
When they finally entered the room, Matthew tossed Francis onto large bed
before locking turning on the shield at the door way to prevent any hopes of
escape. He then moved his way forward to the bed where Francis continued to
flail his bound limbs before Matthew crawled between his legs, startling
Francis to a halt.
Francis watched as Matthew used a tentacle to grab something from under the
bed, and pulled it up to the air. A large, white teddy bear... Onsie? Matthew
spread the costume open, giving Francis a better look, It has a large white
hoodie with bear ears and black beaded eyes giving it the appearance of a
stuffed animal. The arms and legs ended with large stuffed paws, and were much
too short for his own limbs to go in straight. "Which is probably why he bent
mine...." He thought to himself, trying to stretch his limbs against the tight
ribbons again.
Francis’ eyes widened when he suddenly noticed something missing. A large hole
was between the legs. What kind of consume is this?!
"Is... That for me?" He asked a bit nervously, looking at the revealing costume
with a sudden sense of dread. This would not be very comfortable at all.
Matthew nodded, “Yep! You’re going to be my teddy bear for the night." He
chirped, tilting his head back to look at the costume dangling above them. "I
have this teddy bear I got from earth a few years ago, kumakito, and he's been
my room mate ever since. But my stupid brother accidentally ripped his arm out
last time he was over, so he's still getting it fixed..." he said with a small
pout, that quickly changed back to a smile as he continued, "So until it's
ready, every night you’re going to be my teddy bear instead!” Matthew announced
with glee, excited to have a teddy bear to sleep with again.
"Alright, but what's with the missing cloth between the legs?!" Francis asked,
not even having to actually ask since he could've already assumed the answer.
Matthew cocked his head and looked back at the costume again. "For easy access
of course" he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Great. He was going to be a living sex toy to a child, and he didn't even get
to top!
"Now quiet down, teddy bears don't talk." Matthew said, bringing the costume
down and forcing it on Francis. It didn't go on without a fight, Francis was
spitting and squirming the entire time, but it was eventually put on.
"Now stop struggling so much, or else I'll have to put you to sleep again."
Matthew threatened, looking serious for only a few moments before the same
innocent smile came back.
"I wouldn't struggle of you'd just let me g-MPH!" Francis choked when a thick
tentacle shoved its way through his mouth, slick and pulsating down his throat.
His eyes watered as he felt idly squirm half way down his throats, he couldn't
breathe nor cry out anymore as he drooled around the invading appendage.
He was so focused on the member down his throat that he didn't notice when the
other tentacles wrapped around his limbs and lifted him up. He didn't notice
until he was slammed down again, right down against Matthew's hips. The alien's
small, but hard member pushed right into him with ease. It hardly did anything
to his prostate, but the feeling of it rutting into his ass was enough to get
him rock hard again.
He squealed around the tentacle with he suddenly felt a slick, thin tentacle
wrap around his cock multiple times. It gave him just the right amount of
please, but the damn thing stayed still. It didn't move at all, and that was
beginning to annoy him.
And- oh god now he remembered how great it felt again. He shut his eyes tightly
and bit down on the thick appendage squirming down his throat, but couldn't
help but begin to rock his hips between the cock in his ass and the tentacle
wrapped around his dick.
"See? You just have to relax, I promise you'll enjoy it so much more if you
don't struggled." Matthew advised, stilling his thrusting hips to make Francis
do all the work. This was working wonderfully, Francis was responding so well
so fast. He was expecting it to take a little more time, but if the way Francis
continued to fuck himself on his cock was any indication, Francis was well
broken.
He was growing delirious, the pleasure was incredible but he was beginning to
feel light headed. Every time he opened his eyes, black spots filled his vision
as he struggles to breathe against the tentacle. He almost gave a cry of relief
when the tentacle pulled away a few inches, finally unblocking his throat and
giving him the ability to breath through his nose again.
Francis choked back, his lashes fluttering for a few moments before he screwed
his eyes shut again and stopped rutting. He breathed rapidly through his nose,
his thighs locking at Matthews sides to ensure he wouldn't move away as he
started to cum on himself. It splashed on the chest of the costume and dirtied
it, to Matthew's slight dismay.
It was almost disappointing how quick Francis had been to cum, he was looking
forward for Francis being completely away and alert for their entire play
session.
It wasn't until Francis finished cumming that Matthew noticed how guttural his
breathing had become. He slowly eased out his tentacle from Franis' mouth, and
jumped slightly when he heard the raspy deep breath Francis took in.
Of course, Matthew wasn't finished yet, so neither was Francis.
Francis was lying limp in the air, suspended by the tentacles. He felt his
consciousness begin to slip, but gave a shrill shriek when the heat around his
cock began stroking him off. In any other situation, he might've been
delighted. But currently his member was still far too sensitive for the
touches, and it was beginning to hurt.
"No-non! It's too m-hah... Too much! It hurts!" He cried, shutting his eyes as
he shamefully bucked his hips up anyways.
Matthew laughed, "Don't lie, you liked being used like a toy, don't you slave?"
He accused.
Francis shook his head, but found it hard to deny it when the dick up his ass
began moving again, this time joined by a small tentacle squirming its way in.
It took only a few seconds for the new member in his ass to find his prostate,
and it wasted not time it slamming against it.
Matthew grinned as Francis came undone before him, his tongue lolling out as he
tried to spread his legs further for him.
"Admit it, you love it!" Matthew giggled, slowing down on his abuse against
Francis' prostate. When Francis didn't answer, he completely halted his
movement. "Tell me the truth~" Matthew sing songed.
Francis shook his head, tears of frustration and embarrassment streaming down
his face. But he relented, "Y-yes! I love it! Use me, please use me more!"
Francis begged, trying to rut his ass back down.
Matthew smiled, "I knew you did." He cooed for resuming his actions.
After cumming a second time, Francis found it hard to even keep his eyes open.
His mind in a daze as the small hands tightened their grip around his limp
cock, stirring it back to hardness. He didn't find himself minding when he felt
soft, small lips press against his own. He even welcomed the tongue pushing
itself between his lips, parting his lips and accepting it willingly.
Maybe this new life may not be so dreadful?
***** Good boy *****
Chapter Notes
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“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” Gilbert groaned as the peaceful silence his
slumber provided broke. Something was jabbing him on the face repeatedly, cold
and… fleshy.
“Uuugh, halt's maul…” He mumbled, mind not clear enough to start the process of
translating basic phrases into English. The insistent jabbing continued though,
and an infuriating little mocking giggle now rang in his ear. Frustrated, he
shot an arm forward without looking up to swipe at whatever was prodding him in
attempt to get it the fuck off.
His poor attempt was halted when the now familiar sensation of long appendage
wrapped around his forearm. Before he got a chance to even process this, his
other arm was grabbed in the same manor and his entire body was yanked up. Arms
strung up, he was forced into a kneeling position on the hard tiled floor.
“Hey!” He shouted, jerking his torso backwards and trying to pry his arms back.
He looked down to see he was nude. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!”
He demanded, eyes darting around his surroundings. He had no idea where he was.
The room surrounding him had dark gray walls that only added to the terrifying
air it already had enough of. And the room was sparse, not even a window to
speak of as far as he could see. He thought he was some furniture behind him,
but his investigation was cut short when he met eyes with the giggling boy
standing just a few feet away beside him. The throbbing tentacles extended from
around his small, nude frame looking comically huge compared to the… “boy”.
“Shh shh, pets do not speak unprompted,” Ivan said, wagging a finger at him.
"Keep your filthy things off of me!" He protested, still unable to believe what
the actual fuck was happening to him. He just wanted to rape a little boy, what
did he do to deserve this!?
“No,” Ivan chirped, tightening his grip around Gilbert’s arms. “You slept long
enough, now it is time to play!” He said, shaking his butt from side to side
with anticipation.
"Like hell I'm playing with you!" Gilbert answered, practically foaming from
the mouth as his struggles against the tentacles didn’t cease for even a
moment. He was in a mysterious land with tiny (admittedly cute) Monster boys,
no way was he just going to relax!
'Why do they always struggle?' Ivan wondered idly, bringing a hand up to his
chin in his best "thoughtful" expression as he suspended Gilbert up in the air
effortlessly.
“Where do you think you’re putting me!” Gilbert continued, legs kicking in the
air.
'Maybe they enjoy it rough?' Ivan tried to reason with himself, ignoring
Gilbert in favor of tapping his own chin.
“Hey, don’t ignore me!” Gilbert said, trying to aim his kick at Ivan’s head.
“I’m talking to you, shitty octopus!”
Ivan cocked his head with furrowed brows, “Shitty… Octopus?” He asked.
“Oh, now you listen to me,” Gilbert said, “Well now that I’ve got your
attention, would you GET ME DOWN!”
Ivan humphed, “My pet is very demanding,” He said. “Let us fix that!” He said
with a clap of his hands before shaking Gilbert in the air.
“What. Are. You. Doing!?” Gilbert said between being lopped side to side, head
swinging along.
“Resetting you,” Ivan said, not stopping for a good 20 seconds. By the time he
finished resetting (violently shaking) Gilbert, the man was ready to vomit out
his already empty stomach.
“Jeeeeez, why did… Ughhh,” He groaned, eyes spinning. His head was swaying, but
he had completely stopped struggling.
Ivan clenched his little fists to his chest, “It worked,” He whispered, proud
of himself. He took this opportunity to set Gilbert back down on his knees
across and facing himself.
Gilbert fell forward on all fours when he was released. The room was spinning
under him and, ’Mein Gott, my ass still hurts!’ he realized. He squeezed his
eyes shut for a few short moments before blinking them steadily, looking up at
the creature across from him. He shuddered as he saw the thing’s tentacles
waggling side to side behind him.
“Damn it, you didn’t have your fucking fill already?” Gilbert complained, “Come
on kid, you had your fun, just let me go home,” He said.
“You’re the one who wanted this…” Ivan grumbled, mildly annoyed that Gilbert
seemed to have been aaaaaall for fucking him, but switch it around and suddenly
it’s a big deal breaker! And here he was trying to be nice.
“Not l-like this!” Gilbert struggled out, wriggling on his knees. His hips were
aching! He didn’t think he could actually take more of this even if he wanted
(and he TOTALLY didn’t…) to now.
“Oh, you wanted to have your penis in me, yes?” He clarified, eyes darkening.
“No- Well, yeah, but-” Gilbert stumbled over his words, trying to defend
himself.
Dropping down to all fours in front of Gilbert, Ivan lowered his head until he
could easily see under than man’s hunched frame. He took one look at his limp,
human cock and snickered. “As if that tiny thing could do anything,” He teased.
Sputtering, Gilbert pointed an accusing finger at Ivan, “As if you’re one to
speak!” He said, face reddening with embarrassment.
Ivan stuck his tongue out, snaking a tentacle behind Gilbert and prodding his
butt cheek with it as a reminder of what he was up against.
Gilbert opened his mouth to continue arguing, his dignity was at stake here!
But Ivan was quicker. A tentacle shot out and wrapped around his neck, just
tight enough to hold him in place but not suffocate him. A second one followed
soon after and stuffed itself right down his throat.
His eyes rolled to the back of his head, throat muscles spasming around the
throbbing tentacle. He blindly batted his hands ahead of him until he got a
solid hold of the tentacle. Yanking, scratching, punching, nothing got the
thing out as it only wormed it’s way deeper. It flattened his uvula against the
roof of his mouth. He could have sworn he felt vomit attempt to escape, but it
was blocked and sent right back down along with the tentacle that snaked it’s
way in.
He felt the middle of his throat bulging with the tentacle, air running light
as it made itself comfortable there. Struggles weakening, Gilbert shut his eyes
and put all his effort on pulling it out to no avail.
Suddenly a warmth traveled down the remainder of his throat, filling his
stomach with hot … something. The tentacle’s pulsing made his throat spasm
harder as it continued to gush inside of him. ’What the fuck,’ The only thing
he could think of as the stream seemed never ending.
What felt like an eternity later, the limb started to move again. At first
Gilbert couldn’t tell if it was going deeper or pulling out, but he got his
answer when it slid out of his mouth with a pop and freed his throat. He heaved
in air, flinching when he felt the remainder of the mystery substance spray on
his chest with a final spurt before stopping.
“Huah, hah, what, oh my fuck,” Gilbert gasped out, throat raw. The tentacle
around his neck finally releasing it’s hold and letting him collapse on the
floor. “I… I feel full,” He slurred out, stomach heavy. He whined in pain,
reaching a hand down and pressing it against his stomach. He cried out when he
felt it, the way his belly distended a few inches further than normal, full of
alien juice.
“What did you do to me?” Gilbert demanded, holding his stomach and rolling to
sideways to glare at Ivan.
“Fed you,” Ivan answered, sitting cross legged on the floor and practically
bouncing in place.
Shaking on the floor, Gilbert felt the air around him getting hotter. Fuck, had
it always been this hot in here? “You didn’t feed me, you- you did something
weird to me!” He grunted, slamming a clenched fist against the floor.
“Mmmm, nope,” Ivan shook his head.
’This is like arguing to a brick wall,’ Gilbert realized, coughing up an acidic
burp. DAMN that fucking burned. And that wasn’t the only thing burning, he
realized shortly after. When he tried to pull himself together and get off the
floor, his thighs quivered under his weight. He looked down to see his cock,
now hard and throbbing for attention.
“No… No, you are NOT getting hard over this!” He tried to argue with his dick.
But the dick wants what the dick wants. And a little alien aphrodisiac
certainly helped, because within moments the need between his legs spread.
Within seconds, Gilbert’s ass was twitching around the empty air and begging to
be filled!
“I fucking knew it! Your fucking tentacle, oh fuuuck,” Gilbert gasped, eyes
rolling back as his hips moved on their own against the empty air. He NEEDED
his ass to be filled. “Your god damn... Whatever you fed me, it’s making me…I
can’t…” He was losing his words.
“I didn’t do anything…” Ivan answered, batting his lashes innocently. He fell
into a fit of giggles, toying with his own dick in preparation. He was sporting
an erection of a full 3 inches proudly. “It’s all you, you humans are your
silly breeding instincts.” He said. “All I did was give you more energy for
it!”
’Instincts my ass! Gilbert wanted to sputter. He was totally fine until that
thing squirted… stuff down his throat! He bared his teeth, grinding them as he
his vision blurred. He blinked only to realize he was actually tearing up from
need. And that fucking alien, sitting just out of his reach and… fucking show
off his enticing little, “Agh! Whatever, just hurry up and get your- Oh!”
Gilbert gasped, body jerking forward when he was caught by surprise. A thick
tentacle thrust into his ass without warning.
“Yeeeeees~” He cried in relief, he couldn’t give a damn how much he was
supposed to hate this. If anything it wasn’t going deep enough, which he made
sure to voice as he tried his best to thrust back into it. “PLEASE! You can, I
know you can go deeper,” He demanded, hips doing tiny little ruts back.
“See, you are the one asking for me!” Ivan reminded, happy to oblige in his
pet’s needs. Ah, being an owner was sure work. He would work hard to treat his
pet like he deserves!
“Ah, ah, but it’s because… Only because you did this to me!” Gilbert answered
back, burying his face in his hands.
Ivan pouted at hearing that. Aw, his pet was being stubborn again! So Ivan
halted the limb up Gilbert’s ass, even pulling it away a good few inches until
barely the tip stayed in.
Gilbert stayed still, face down ass up in the air as he waited for what he was
expecting to be the strongest thrust ever. Except it didn't come. Suddenly he
was left feeling emptier than ever, and every time he tried to sit back down on
it, the tentacle just moved away with him.
“What are you waiting for?” Gilbert said, pushing himself onto his elbows to
look at Ivan who was now sitting directly in front of him. He could just reach
up and grab him… But he had a much stronger need at the moment. “Aren’t you
going to move!” He asked, wiggling his ass.
“No.” Ivan pouted, arms crossed across his chest. “I am not moving until you
admit it!” He said, pointing an accusing stare at Gilbert.
“Admit it?” He asked, mind blanking out for a few moments.
“That you’re the one who wants this,” He clarified.
“Are you fucking- oh my goood,” Gilbert mewled. He was stuck with a sensitive
alien. He had half the mind to refuse to answer, it’s not like he actually
wanted to be the one with his ass stuffed in the first place! But a deep throb
in his stomach reminded him that… No, at the moment he absolutely needed his
ass stuffed.
“Fine! Yes, yes I want it, now will you PLEASE just put it in me!” Gilbert
said, red faced and fuming.
Ivan’s eyes brightened at that, “Of course, pet!” He chirped, wasting no time
in ramming the tentacle right back up his ass. The force of the thrust caused
Gilbert to slam forwards, head butting Ivan’s leg.
“Y-yes!” Gilbert shouted, happy to do nothing but keep his hips up and receive
pleasure. “Thaaaaaank youuu~” He moaned, tears spilling from his eyes with joy.
He was losing his damn mind and he knew it, but in the stages of delirium he
couldn’t give a single fuck.
His bliss was interrupted when a tugging at his hair roused him head up, and
before he knew it his hair was yanked up and he was forced to look at Ivan.
“You are enjoying it, hm?” Ivan asked, squirming his thick tentacle inside of
Gilbert. He was having a grand time finding out about the human body first
hand.
Exasperated, Gilbert nodded. The appendage didn’t even have to aim for his
prostate, just the feeling of absolute fullness was enough to make him feel
satisfied. He grinned as he was “forced” to take the strong thrusts.
“Then it is not fair only you have fun,” Ivan pouted, “You will not be a
selfish pet.” He said, uncrossing his legs and straightening them out on either
side of Gilbert’s head. Ivan cocked his head, furrowing his brows as he tried
to express a pensive face before, “Humans enjoy… Genital to mouth contact,
yes?” He asked, blinking down at him innocently.
It took Gilbert a few moments of deliberating over the question to realize what
was being asked, mind growing hazier by the minute. But he managed to respond
with a nod, “Yeeeees,” He giggled, reaching down between his legs to try and
jack himself off. A few missed tries later, he finally got a hold of his dick.
Ivan nodded in understanding, and after a few moments he reached his tiny hands
out and grabbed onto his pet’s shoulders. He gave a few small tugs, trying to
pull him up closer to his crotch, but gave up and used the help of his larger
limbs to drag the man towards himself.
Ivan whined at being moved, he just wanted to relax and enjoy the ride. But
before he knew it, his cheek was being patted by a soft hand. “What y’want?” He
groaned, barely opening his eyes to look at the blurry figure in front of him.
“I want to try oral sex!” Ivan said, eyes wide and fingers clasped together.
Gilbert didn’t have a choice in this, before the statement even processed in
his mind he was shoved face first in the boy’s naked crotch. He could feel the
tiny, hard prick pressing against his closed mouth, smearing what he only
assumed was precum on his lips. He took a shaky breath, unprepared for the
smell. ’It’s so sweet…’ He duly noted, mouth watering in an instant.
Well fuck it, it’s not like he can stoop any lower than he already has. And
he’d be lying if he hadn’t already wanted to be face first between the legs of
cute little boy. Sure he always fantasized he was the one in control. But this
would do. So while his body mechanics were barely functioning, he tried his
best to pleasure the tiny alien, if only to ensure that his own body wouldn’t
be left unattended.
When he opened his mouth, his tongue lolled right out. It took no effort at all
to wrap his mouth around the entirety of the boy’s prick and balls that were
still small and un-dropped. He shut his eyes tight, moans vibrating against the
alien’s genitals while he still worked to push himself back into the appendage
behind him.
Gilbert was doing a horrible job, to be frank. He was much too distracted by
his own pleasure to put any real effort into this “blow job”. His mouth was
wide open, mostly panting against the twitching erection between his lips. He
was drooling all over it too, giving it more of a shower than anything.
Ivan cocked his head in confusion. He had no prior experience to match this
too, so he just couldn’t understand how anyone could find this appealing. It
only took a couple of minutes for him to get bored and push Gilbert’s face off
his dick, strings of saliva connecting them before snapping and dropping to the
floor.
“That was not so fun…” Ivan pouted his lip, let down. He started wiping the
slobber off his hips.
Gilbert’s face reddened, “Sh-shut up,” he muttered, burying his face between
his hands. His mouth felt empty, and the sweet flavor lingered in his lips and
made him ache for more. His tongue remained lolled out, panting and hungering
for more. He was contemplating on just flat out begging to suck Ivan’s dick
again, it was like a sick craving he couldn’t control.
He grunted in frustration, he knew how completely crazy this entire thing was
but that didn’t stop him from enjoying it. He was stuck between just letting go
of all inhibitions or continuing with his plan of being a stubborn little
bitch.
But he realized his actions were no longer his own choice when the tentacle
pulled out of his ass, leaving him open and empty. He squealed in shock, legs
shaking and barely able to hold themselves up. “Wait, n-no, put it back in!” He
begged.
Practically sobbing in frustration, he pulled his head off his arms and looked
at Ivan. The thing was looking far too pleased with him, standing up now and
looking down at Gilbert.
“Calm down pet, I just want to have fun too,” He said, tongue darting out and
sticking at Gilbert in a playful expression. He trotted around Gilbert’s still
hunched over body and got behind him. His hands rested on Gilbert’s raised ass,
nose scrunching at the untidy sight he left behind.
“What are you going to do?” Gilbert questioned, toes curling in anticipation.
Whatever it was, he hoped it was another good time.
“Proper intercourse,” Ivan answered, hands gripping the man’s hips. He pushed
down on them until Gilbert got the clue and spread his knees, leaving himself
exposed. He didn’t elaborate further, instead went straight to business and
grabbed his own erection and thrust his hips forward. He pushed his entire dick
in with an easy movement.
Gilbert couldn’t help but humph in disappointment. That dick was hardly a few
inches, it just wasn’t going to cut it for him anymore. ’At least… Not after
that lovely, thick, hot tentacle…’ He thought, a string of drool hanging from
his lip.
But fuck it. He was desperate. Perhaps if he kept up good behavior, he could
get lucky and later convince the alien boy to sit on his tentacle for the rest
of forever. So he swallowed his drool and wiggled his hips invitingly.
“OH!” He squeaked, eyes going wide when he felt an unexpected appendage slip
between his legs and wrap around his cock. His eyes rolled back, he was getting
attention to his aching cock for the first time that night. His hips snapped
forward into the hot, fleshy wrap. ’I’m such a slut,’ He realized, humping a
fucking tentacle like a desperate bitch in heat of all things.
Ivan chirped happily behind him, slumping over Gilbert’s back and thrusting
into his pet’s sloppy hole. Despite the earlier abuse, his ass was clamping
around his cock, milking it for all it’s worth. What a perfect pet he had!
It didn’t take much for Ivan to feel his orgasm coming, he was on the brink of
breeding his lovely pet for the second time after all. A few more thrusts was
all it took for him to start squirming, wrapping his arms around Gilbert’s hips
to hold himself in place as his thrusts became shorter and faster. Panting, he
gave a tiny last rut before his little balls twitched and forced cum down
Gilbert’s ass.
Gilbert shook, whining softly as his hips continued to work to thrust against
both ends. He was so relieved when he felt the hot cum spurt up his ass. What
he wasn’t prepared for though was just how much it ended up being. He was
already feeling full from having weird tentacle spunk drained down his throat,
but now his ass was taking a large amount of… It was cum, but it didn’t feel
like cum. His ass wasn’t advanced enough to ponder over and examine the
substance filling him, but it still felt… wrong!
But his mind was distracted from that thought when his own orgasm overtook him,
hips pressing flush against Ivan’s tentacle aiding his dick. Cum dripped onto
the floor as his hands reached down the hold the tentacle in place.
“Th-that’s enough,” He panted, shaky hands trying to pull the tentacle off
after it failed to unlatch itself from his cock. His dick was sore and
sensitive, no doubt he managed to hurt himself in his delirious thrusting. But
now the tentacle was just tightening and becoming overwhelming rather than
pleasurable.
Ivan giggled from behind, finally pulling out and replacing his dick with
another tentacle to hold his seed in his pet. “We are not finished yet,” He
said, patting Gilbert’s ass.
“What!?” Gilbert said, not sure he could take anymore. He was already see his
vision blurring, he just wanted to sleep.
“Nope, I still want to play!” The creature answered back.
“But, but I can’t!” Gilbert shouted, eyes already red with tears. But his word
mattered not when the limb around his cock began pulsing around his somehow
still hard member, and began milking him for cum he didn’t think he had left.
“O-oh fuck, I can’t, it- it hurts!” He tried to insist, despite the way his
hips began rocking back into it. He wanted to struggle, to voice his extreme
displeasure in this, but his body decided his fate for him. Before he knew it
he was back to panting against the floor, tongue hanging out of his smiling
lips when the tentacle at his ass finally put an effort into rubbing his
prostate.
Ivan was happy helping his pet out. He was purring happily to himself, letting
Gilbert find his own rhythm again as he began to do the work himself. His pet
was beyond lost, he no longer had the capability of making his own choices.
Ivan was now in charge of that. He was going to teach him how to truly live
like the low, but lovable, animal he was.
Chapter End Notes
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***** How to serve man('s cum) *****
Chapter Summary
     So.... Yeah, about the long wait, I'm sorry for that. ^^; I just had
     a major writer's block, and between that, graduating college back in
     August and looking for a job I just wasn't sure how to continue this
     chapter. Still, I've finished it, and I hope it was worth the wait! :
     D
     Plz don't kill me if it wasn't :'D
Romano grumbled as he looked over the cook book. Stupid brother and his stupid
party and his stupid slave, they were all, just, STUPID! And of COURSE he
wanted everyone to bring something for everyone to eat, just because he heard
of this stupid Earth thing called a ‘pot luck’ in which everyone brings food.
It wasn’t the worst idea he Feli had ever come up with, cause it involved food,
but it was still a stupid idea.
He looked over at his sleeping slave. He’d done nothing other than sleep and
complain up to this point. Oh my ass hurts, you’re fucking me too hard, I’m
hungry, blah blah blah did it look like Romano cared?! No, all he wanted was an
obedient slave, who he could-! The child-sized alien got an idea and grinned.
Perhaps he could, as humans say, kill two birds with one stone. Why anyone
would kill a bird with a stone instead of just grabbing it out of the air was
beyond him, but then again, humans were pretty stupid compared to them.
The small alien boy walked over and started poking his captive, “Hey, bastard,
wake up.” Antonio kept sleeping, “I said wake up.” Romano said louder, with no
result other than his slave shifting slightly in his sleep. Grumbling, he
opened the cage and picked Antonio up with his tentacles, pulling him out and
shaking him like a rattle, “I SAID WAKE UP!” He yelled. What did he have to do
to get an obedient slave around here?!
Antonio cried out in shock, waking up almost instantly as he was shaken like a
rattle. When Romano stopped shaking him, Antonio groaned and just barely held
back what little there was in his stomach. The alien who had captured him and
his friends seemed more interested in fucking him than feeding him, which had
led to a sore ass and a grumpy tummy, which was not a fun combination.
Romano just smiled, “Good, now that you’re awake, I can get started!”
The shaken up man frowned in confusion, though still feeling queasy from the
shakedown he just got, and asked, “Started on what?” With everything that he
had been through so far, he couldn’t imagine what was next. Dear god he hoped
it wasn’t more fucking, his ass was still hurting from the last round!
The boy crossed his arms and huffed, “My brother invited me to a party and
everyone has to bring some food. If it was anyone else, I’d tell them to fuck
off, but since it’s Feli I can’t, so I have to try some recipes to find one I
like.”
“And where do I come in?” Antonio had a bad feeling about this… though he did
enjoy cooking and food in general. Maybe Romano wanted his help cooking, maybe
he’d let him go if he made a good meal and-!
“I want to try recipes that use human cum, and you’re my provider of it.”
Well fuck…
“C-Couldn’t you just get some from the store?” Antonio chuckled, hoping that
his answer would be yes.
“Why would I when I have a free provider of it?” Did he have any idea how
expensive human cum was? It was thirty credits for a two pound bag! He wasn’t
made of fucking currency!
With that, Antonio was carried off to the kitchen, where he was then placed
down on the table with a tentacle wrapped around him still.
The man was too focused on the fact that you could actually buy human cum (he
had said that on a whim, didn’t expect that to actually be a thing!) to put up
a real struggle. How did they get so much that they could supply a store with
it? Then again, he had seen a lot of other… slaves, outside when he had been
fucked against a window earlier, so maybe there were more somewhere else.
Romano paid no mind to the slave as he bent over, pert little ass straight in
the air as he rummaged in under the counter for the proper equipment. A
blender, whisk, two bowls, and a nice milker. Usually these were used on slaves
to milk their breasts, provide a decent amount of sustenance for their young
when they were busy with other things. But… Romano looked on at his slave,
casually walking over. He pressed his hands between his legs and spread them
out with ease.
“Hey, what are you doing now?” Antonio questioned with a nervous laugh, trying
to wiggle his legs away.
“Yep, not too big,” Romano nodded to himself, happy that he wouldn’t have to
search for a large milker.
Antonio sputtered, but Romano didn’t stay to hear whatever he had ready to say.
He sauntered back to his equipment and lugged over the motor and tubes that
made up the milker, plopping them on the counter next to the table.
“What’s that?” The man questioned, eyeing it with suspicion.
“You’ll find out,” Romano grinned, both of his eyebrows raised with a smug
look.
“I’d rather not, so if you could just let me go… I could give you cum. With my
hand. No need for you to hold me down,” Antonio tried to talk his way out of
it.
Romano puffed out a cheek, crossing his arms. “You think I’ll trust you not to
dirty it up? Your balls don’t even look like they can hold that much, I need to
make every drop count!”
The slave grew redder with each insult, “They can hold lots of cum!”
Romano just rolled his eyes and assembled the milker in its entirety, getting
it ready to do its job. It was a pretty simple machine, all things considered.
The suction cup was attached to the main tube, which connected to the motor and
the storage container which could be switched out with a larger or smaller
size. The standard was, in Earth measurements, a one gallon container, but
after looking his slave’s junk over, he went with the smaller, half gallon
container.
Antonio’s eyes widened at the sight of the (supposedly) plastic container. He
had said that his balls could hold a lot of cum, but how much did the little
alien expect him to make?! The suction cup was placed on the restrained man
while he was gawking over the size of the container, a light suction going just
to hold it in place.
The child-sized alien picked up his cook book and flipped through it, “Hm, what
looks good…?” He hummed in question to himself. After a few pages he grinned,
“Ah, let’s try this one!” Without further explanation, he set the milker to
extract a cup and a half of semen (Better to have extra then none at all!) and
within seconds the machine went to work on Antonio’s cock.
The grown man gasped at the powerful suction of the machine, shuddering in
pleasure, and a bit of pain, from how forceful it was. His cock reacted to it
though, becoming hard within a few seconds.
Romano watched as this happened, tightening the tentacle holding Antonio in
place a bit to make sure he didn’t thrash around too much, and tapped his foot
impatiently, “Come on already bastard, I don’t have all day!” He complained as
he crossed his arms.
“I- ahn, I can't cum with-” Antonio tried to protest that it would be
impossible to cum in such a distressing position and situation. But despite his
clear distaste of the whole situation, he couldn't help but move his hips,
instinctively thrusting into the empty air. His hard cock bobbed in the suction
cup as it worked against his will to suck him dry.
Romano patted the man's thigh in encouragement, taking the opportunity to read
through the rest of the recipe. He held the cook book in his hands and turned
away from his pet, tentacles still wrapped around him.
Antonio's wandering eyes were immediately glued to that little ass just ahead
of him. God, he was losing his mind over here. He wouldn't have a word of
complain if he could just fuck that cute pert little ass… His eyes fluttered,
thighs twitching as he gave in to the pleasure. He came in record speed when
the little boy bent over, tiny little hole fully exposed to him while he
searched for something in the cupboards.
“Fu-ha…” Antonio panted, balls twitching as his cock jumped with each strand of
cum. As the machine sensed the white, sticky fluid entering the storage
container, a thin tube moved from inside of the hose that connected the suction
cup to the rest of it. Once it reached Antonio’s cock, it wiggled itself inside
the tip of the erect member, and a small ball expanded from it, opening his
cock up a bit to more easily extract cum. Antonio groaned in pain at this, but
the pleasure still outweighed it, and the suction was draining him of his cum.
A ding went off when a cup of semen had been extracted, and the tube in
Antonio’s cock closed up, acting like a plug to keep any cum from escaping.
Romano removed the sperm from the container using the pour tap, and got to
working on his recipe, “Let’s see, one cup of cum, three fregs…” He kept
talking to himself as he worked on his meal, tentacles mindlessly teasing
Antonio’s body, pulling small whimpers and moans from him as they did.
Antonio lost track of time as he was teased, held on the edge of cumming for so
long he felt like his balls were going to explode. Fortunately for him, Romano
wouldn’t let that happen any time soon, and even if it did they had the
technology to get them fixed easily.
His thoughts cleared up a bit as he heard the alien groan, “Damn it! This
doesn’t taste good at all!” Romano threw some sort of clearly burnt cake-like
item to the other side of the room, where it dissolved in to the wall like it
had been thrown in a pool of acid or something similar. The tentacles held
still as Romano turned to look at Antonio for the first time since he had
started cooking, “Your cum made it burn! Why didn’t you tell me it had so much
sugar in it!”
“H-Hey, i-it’s not m-my fau-!” Antonio moaned loudly as Romano turned the
suction back on, cum being sucked out of the grown man without any limits this
time.
“Shut up! This time I’m gonna get all of it outta you that I can so I don’t
hafta listen to your whining anymore.” He huffed and made Antonio lie stomach
down on the table so he wouldn’t have to look at him, shoving one of his
tentacles in his mouth as well to make SURE he stayed quiet. Antonio’s eyes
widened as his jaw was stretched to its outer limits by the large, squirming
limb.
Romano chuckled and got behind him, putting his hands on Antonio’s hips and
thrust in to him with reckless abandon. Because his cock was child-sized, it
didn’t hurt upon entry but the rocking sensation did add to the sucking on his
cock from the milking machine were enough to cause him pleasure as he quickly
climaxed. He was being milked like a cow and fucked like a sex toy, and despite
his wishes Antonio found that he was enjoying himself more than he should have.
The shota alien moaned as Antonio tightened around him, and to encourage that
behaviour he started thrusting harder and faster, leaning over Antonio and
wrapping his arms around his waist. It wasn’t too much longer before Romano
cried out in pleasure, filling his pet with his own cum, shivering in delight
even as Antonio cried out around his tentacle.
As the container filled and Romano handed over control to his tentacles to fuck
him, Antonio became more and more willing and pliable to his will, tiredly
bucking back against the tentacle that was stuffing his ass full and filling
him with cum. By the time Antonio had passed out and had been milked dry, the
container was half full and the human slave had enough cum in him to look like
he was entering the second trimester. Romano grinned and chuckled as he looked
over his supply of fresh cum, "Heh, I guess that stupid bastard's balls could
hold a ton of cum." With that, he returned to trying recipes, letting his pet
rest, for now, with his tentacle up his ass to keep his cum inside.
Maybe, just maybe, Romano could make Antonio an obedient pet just yet…
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