Look, if I want to write weird fetish porn fanfic for a scifi show ten years gone that never really had much of a fandom to begin with, then I will! You're not the boss of me! I do what I want!
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"Sit down, Harper," Tyr said, glaring at him.
"Um." Harper looked nervously back and forth between the table, white, padded, with restraints, and Tyr, hands folded over his chest like that was the only reason he wasn't strangling him in sheer frustration. "Couldn't you explain before you strap me down?"
"As everyone has made clear to you already, we have a tight deadline." Tyr scowled at him. "No one, much less you, has time to dawdle here."
Harper looked at him for what felt like a really long moment but was probably just a few seconds, and then Tyr growled at him. "Alright, alright, I'm going!" he practically yelped, stepping over to the table and sitting on its edge. He was about to lie down, leaning back, when he caught Tyr staring at him like he was an idiot. Sometimes it felt like the only times Tyr ever paid him attention was when he was doing something he thought was moronic.
"Harper," Tyr said flatly, as if explaining something extremely simple. "You need to strip."
"Strip?!" Harper said, voice ratcheting up. "What?! I mean, really, what?"
"Take off your clothes, lie down, and I will explain things," Tyr said, at the very limit of his patience and making 'explain things' sound like it was some awful torture for both of them.
"Okay," Harper said. Meekly, not that he'd admit it to anyone. He pulled his shirt over his head, triying to blush, or to seem weird about stripping, or something. Tyr just stared at him as if to say 'hurry it up'. Tyr stared at him a lot and it was never for anything complementary, but even knowing Tyr didn't have any more human motives for watching him strip didn't make it any easier to do. If anything, it made it harder. He sure as hell wished Tyr had prurient motives about him, and the clinical disinterest just made things, if anything, even more awkward.
He paused briefly as he undid his belt, and he could immediately hear Tyr shift his weight, about to ask just why he was stopping, so he just tossed his belt down and opened his pants as if daring Tyr to say anything. He didn't, and Harper wasn't sure if he was glad or not. He sat back, his underwear bunching across his thighs.
"Strip, Harper," Tyr said.
"Everything?" Harper fiddled with the loose threads on his worn boxer-briefs. God, he'd sure fantasized about Tyr asking him to strip before, and usually in the fantasy they were panting and grinding against each other and Tyr was using his commanding voice. Instead, like usual, he spoke like he was talking to a particularly stupid child.
Even before Tyr said "Yes," Harper was pulling his underwear down, revealing his flaccid dick, entirely average in size when hard, and his balls. He'd never had that much of an issue with nudity; hell, if anything he affected that particular kind of body modesty to make everyone else more comfortable.
"So, um," Harper said, a slightly more legitimate concern in his voice, as Tyr leaned over him, closing the hard restraints across his body, "are the restraints really necessary?"
"Yes." Tyr closed the largest one, across his chest, as if to punctuate, the restraint locking in place with a dull clunk. Like all of the Andromeda's hardware, it was bizarrely outdated in fashion while still being better manufactured than anything he'd seen before. The medical restraints were no exception: their surface was mold-cast, something with just a tiny amount of give, enough to really lock tight across his body, but the core was solid metal, something you couldn't cut through without a bomb or a few hours with an industrial torch.
Which didn't make him feel very easy about getting locked into them by Tyr. Sure, he had the most stupid crush on him, but when it came down to it he was a Nietzschean, huge and scary and strong enough to pin him down without any super-advanced restraints. Hell, a good rope would have been enough. And like all Nietzscheans he was gloatingly confident in his genetic superiority, barely deigning to listen to Dylan half the time, and that he'd said he was the one doing this just out of the pure goodness of his heart was way more than enough to send warning bells off in his head.
So he was not actually comfortable at all with Tyr locking him down, even if he was incredibly gorgeous and had saved his life a few times already. His trust was entirely in Andromeda, who probably would not let Tyr get away with gutting him and stealing the Magog larva currently festering in his gut for whatever bizarre and awful plan he'd cooked up this time.
"You said you'd explain," he said, voice only a little tight as Tyr moved down his body, locking his thighs down, completely ignoring his cock. Of course, since it was Tyr, not only did he think he'd notice that slight tension, he wouldn't be surprised if he could also notice Harper had the stupidest of crushes on him. Maybe he already knew. Maybe he was just ignoring it out of some misplaced Nietzschean 'kindness'.
"I did," Tyr said, and Harper really hoped this wasn't the part where Tyr laughed and insulted him in his most aloof, condescending voice about how why Nietzscheans didn't have a word for 'trust'. Instead he ratcheted something under the table and the entire thing split apart at the seams.
"You already know — hopefully — that the drugs you're taking will only keep the larva dormant for two months, tops, before it stops working and kills you, probably in that order. After that, there's maybe a week before they grow enough to rip your guts out from the inside and feast on your still-living flesh." Tyr said it all in a level drone, like he was talking about a hydraulic breaking down if it wasn't serviced enough.
"Do you really have to go into detail about that?" Harper said, cutting his words short.
"I'm just explaining all the information, like you asked," Tyr said, in precisely the flat, emotionless tones that meant he was seriously screwing with him. But, like always, Nietzschean jokes were not funny. He paused for a moment as if to allow time for Harper to say something else, even though they both knew it was just to delay the explanation a little more. Tyr fiddled with the restraint table more, the various parts of it rocking against each other slightly, jiggling Harper's limbs, and then as if realizing Harper wasn't going to respond, Tyr continued.
"The larva are high in your small intestine. They'll slowly get flushed down your intestines, until in the usual course of events they'll hatch halfway through and then rip out of your body around when they hit the entrance of your large intestine." Tyr traced a finger across Harper's stomach, squiggling a line back and forth across his stomach, ending with his fingertip pressed on the right side of his body, a few inches above his hipbone. "The medicine you're taking, along with its other effects, will slow that progression. Not proportionally to the time it —" Harper yelped and Tyr cut off. Tyr looked at him like he was stupid again and Harper stared right back, resisting the urge to bare his teeth.
"What the hell?!" Harper said, and Tyr arched an eyebrow like he had no idea what Harper was going on about, except that during his monologue he'd hinged the medical table sections attached to his legs up, and now his thighs were pointed straight up, legs spread wide. If his legs were actually free he would have kicked Tyr back and twisted off the table, except since he was tied down he couldn't actually do that.
Tyr sighed with a rumble deep in his chest that was more like a growl. "Harper. I will use small words. If the eggs hatch inside you, you will die. The kind of surgery that could remove them would cause them to hatch early or burst inside you, both of which would also kill you. The only chance we have to remove them while keeping you alive through this is to extract them mechanically without any invasive surgery."
Tyr paused like he was waiting for Harper to interrupt him again, and when he did nothing aside from look back at Tyr with wide eyes, he continued.
"So what I will be doing is dilating your intestines, colon, and anus so that you will be able to pass the eggs before they fully develop and kill you. If that is not sufficient explanation for you I could go into detail about the medical plan the ship designed for you that gives you an over ninety percent survival rate, but only if you quit complaining and let me get to work. So is that all?"
There was a pause as Tyr kept glaring at him, and the full implication of what he'd said sunk in.
"That sounds pretty invasive," Harper said weakly.
"Invasive from a medical perspective. We won't be cutting you open -- any exposure to blood causes magog eggs to activate." Tyr crossed his arms, glaring down at Harper. "I volunteered to be the one to do this, under the impression you would be grateful that it would be me doing this instead of, say, Trance."
"Couldn't you just get a bot or something to do it? I could program a bot to do it."
"Having a bot do it would mean having Andromeda do it. She'd have to oversee, even if you put the bot together yourself. Do you really want her to be the one to do this? Because I could get her if you'd like. Or anyone else. Beka? Dylan? I'm sure they'd be happy to help." Tyr's voice was even more snippy than usual, and Harper was struck with a wave of surreality that this was his life; bickering with a huge Nietzschean over who was going to get to spend an exciting few weeks fisting him until his guts fell out, while strung up naked in the med lab. And Tyr sounded hurt that he might not be Harper's first choice to probe all up inside his guts. Hurt in his angry, cutting, sarcastic way.
Also, he really wasn't sure if he wanted Rommie — or Andromeda, for that matter — seeing him like this. Well, "seeing" he had less of an issue with; this whole plan seemed designed to humiliate him in as many ways possible, maybe just limiting it to Tyr was for the best. He could just imagine Trance or Rommie doing it and being painfully polite and gracious about it the entire way through, although even the thought of how that would go made him blush. Tyr's awful bedside manner would almost be a blessing.
So far the worst thing about being naked in front of Tyr was the awareness of just how deeply he flushed; he could feel it across his neck and chest and he just knew it was showing up a gaudy red.
"Um," Harper said, intelligently. "No I guess you can do it. I mean, if you don't mind. I mean —"
"Do me a favor," Tyr cut him off, "Little man, and shut up."
Harper obligingly snapped his mouth shut with a click, already wondering if he was going to regret this. Answer: probably.
Tyr scowled at him as he assembled a set of tools, bottles of something, round metal-and-plastic things, stuff that Harper had honestly never really considered letting near his ass. And if to top it off, Tyr pulled out a set of gloves that looked more suitable for a dominatrix than a doctor: glossy black rubber, pulling all the way up to his elbows, the material stretching against his muscled forearms. Over his clothes he pulled on a smock made of the same material, although it was white and at least made him look a little less like he was preparing to be in some ridiculous fetish porn vid. Abruptly, Harper realized that yeah, actually, given some of the freaky fetish shit he'd seen, this would totally qualify. It was a lot more awkward in actuality.
Tyr smeared his fingers with something thick and white, globbing across his fingers, and then turned back towards him, and Harper realized abruptly that this was it, he was actually starting right now.
Tyr's finger trailed along the crack of his ass, smearing the thick slick substance around the pucker of his asshole. He paused, and Harper wondered if he was going through the same thing he was; was he really going to do it. But then he just pushed a finger inside him, thick and uncomfortable, and that was that.
He probed around like he was searching for something, and Harper desperately hoped it wasn't his prostate — this thing was already awkward enough without him having an erection.
Tyr pulled his finger out and turned away, readying something with his other hand — taking some hose and connecting it to a bulky canister beneath his stand.
Casually, like he did it every day, Tyr reached between Harper's ass cheeks and spread them apart with two fingers. He pushed the hose end, slick with something thin and watery, against Harper's asshole. It smoothly slid into him, and Tyr fed the hose into him for what felt like forever. His broad hand gripped lower and lower against his ass until his fingers were spread around his asshole, brushing the sides of the tube. As Tyr fed more of the tube inside him, he'd grab a length of it and then slowly push it forward, until his hand was pressed right up against his other fingers.
Harper was so firmly restrained he couldn't even shift his hips, but the feeling of the hose inside him was a strange kind of discomfort, something smooth and edged and firm inside him. It felt like Tyr did it forever, although Harper knew he couldn't have much more than a foot of it inside him.
"I'm going to give you an enema," Tyr finally explained, and Harper made a face. Tyr released the hose and knelt down, fiddling with the canister. "Clench."
Harper obligingly tried to clench the muscle of his asshole around the hose. It was smooth and kind of slippery, and his asshole tightening made it shift, rubbing up against something that made it really hard to concentrate on keeping himself clenched.
The first spurt of water inside him took him by surprise. He felt the hose shift more as Tyr opened the canister minutely, and a fraction of a second later water rushed up through the section of the hose running through his asshole. A low heat seeped out from it, but it rushed further and flooded into his ass in a warm wave before he could really realize. He gasped, face flushing as the low, steady flood of water kept on, very quickly filling his ass and sloshing higher inside him.
Tyr just watched, looking at him like he was watching a timer tick down, or like he was bored while reheating old food. Although, check that, Harper didn't like making himself the old food in that analogy. The warm water inside him flooded down his guts with an embarrassingly loud gurgle, until he was really a little worried about it leaking from his ass. He clenched tighter. He could feel it seep ever-so-slowly through the ring of his asshole, a tiny dribble sliding down the crack of his ass. Maybe that was the signal Tyr was waiting for; who knew; but he turned off the water flow and tugged the hose from his ass. Harper clenched tight just a fraction too late, a small spurt of water bursting from his ass and hitting the floor with a sharp crack. His blush heated up further, but Tyr pretended not to notice as he glared at his stand, avoiding eye contact.
Harper gasped as Tyr reached out to his swollen stomach, none-too-gently pushing against him. Tyr frowned, making an expression of concentration as he placed both hands across Harper's stomach and started... doing something. It was almost like a massage, shifting and tugging up, and after a second Harper could feel the water inside him shift and slosh, the wet weight of it running further into his guts. It was really hard to concentrate; the water inside him put a constant pressure against his prostate, and between that and Tyr's hands splayed across his body, from his hips to his ribs, he felt his cock start to respond.
His asshole spasmed again, another spurt of water hitting the ground, and this time Tyr paused and pulled back, scowling, his smock dripping with clean (thankfully) water. "If you can't do something as simple as hold yourself, I'll have to do it for you." He pulled out something from the lower level of his stand and wow, holy shit, that was a butt plug. An inflatable one.
Harper opened his mouth to ask just what he intended to do with it before realizing it was kind of a dumb question. Tyr just lubed it up and shoved it in, another dribble of water escaping before the knobbled tip popped into his ass. And then he started inflating in, the spherical tip enlarging into a huge bulge that was, yeah, pretty effective at keeping the rest of the water inside him. Harper's cock twitched again, the combined weight of the water and the pressure of the plug sending a weird kind of pleasure through his body as Tyr resumed massaging his stomach, water glugging upwards into him, his cock approaching "embarrassingly erect" territory.
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eventually tyr gets out a bucket and washes down the floor and pulls out the butt plug and basically lets harper drain for a while since the water he pushed up into his guts isn't coming down in a hurry
and then finally eventually harper is dry and tyr does it all /again/ and this whole time harper is just rock hard and incredibly obviously turned on but they both ignore it up until
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Tyr lowered and angled the [restraint bed] again, and the press of water inside went from a heavy weight to pressing right against his asshole. His ass pressed against the ridge of the reservoir — not much more than a specially-shaped bucket[this should be mentioned when it's introduced but hey i haven't written that yet] — and with the slightest nod from Tyr Harper unclenched his asshole.
Tyr frowned down at him — he really had perfected an expression of looking disgusted by resolution, and maybe in this one situation Harper kind of agreed with him — as Harper let the gush of water out of his ass, the frothy liquid pouring out into the bucket below him up against him. Although knowing Tyr, he was more disgusted by his imperfect and frail humanity, not by the fact that he'd just had to wash out his colon and most of his intestines up close and personal. If Harper had it in him to be embarrassed, he'd be embarrassed now.
Tyr padded out of his field of view and Harper heard the clatter of tools and the slosh of the water being poured out. [something further maybe?]
Tyr clattered around longer this time, and when he finally walked back into view he was carrying a heavy metal canister, almost like a [keg drum], in his arms. "You're cleaned out," he said, with precisely enough intonation to denote he was glad to finally be done having to deal with Harper's shit in the most literal way. [ugh no] "There's another compound I'll have to irrigate you with, to prepare your body for the upcoming procedures." He set the [drum] down with the ring of metal on the tile floor and almost absentmindedly raised Harper's bed and leveled it out again as he connected taps and tubes to the drum.
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after like three more goes tyr is like 'okay you're sufficiently cleaned out time to add THE SLIME' only he doesn't call it that
so he gets out the other canister of ground-up magog aphrodesiac or whatever and completely floods harper's intestines and massages him again except this time harper ends up coming all over himself (and tyr's hands) and tyr just kind of looks down at him looking all disgusted while harper flushed beet red and then goes and washes himself off
AND THEN:
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Harper stared at the wet streaks of come across his chest, cock still stubbornly hard with the weight of the... whatever in his guts. He resolutely didn't look over at Tyr as he washed off his hands; didn't think about anything.
Tyr came back with his hands wet and dripping, and yet another strange thing in his hands. It looked a lot like the plug he currently had in his ass, but one end was larger and flanged. Tyr didn't even speak as he tugged at the plug inside him, pulling it out with a wet glug of fluid. Harper winced, inwardly dreading how long it would take for this to come out of him, given how viscous it was. But Tyr just as quickly shoved the new plug in to replace it, sealing it all inside him.
"Hey," he said, weakly, and Tyr pushed something on the base of the plug, ignoring him. The bulb inside him unfurled, scraping along the inner walls of his ass, swelling outwards into a massive disc. Tyr grabbed the handle and pulled as if just to show it wouldn't come out now; the entire thing shifted inside him, sluggishly twisting as it pulled back, his asshole bulging out between his cheeks. Harper shuddered and jerked, muscles firing in his legs by reflex, and his cock swelled and dripped out a wet patter of precome across his crotch, smearing across his pubes. Tyr yanked particularly hard before letting go, and Harper couldn't hold in the sharp moan as his cock twitched, so close to orgasm, and sprayed out a solid line of precome up across his chest.
"It won't come out," Tyr said evenly, ignoring Harper almost completely. "The [goo] will be absorbed into your body within a day or two; it'll help with what we have to do next. Until then you'll have to keep this—" and he tugged at the plug again, almost maliciously given the shaky moan Harper made "— in. Come back here at [2000?] tomorrow and I'll remove it."
"What if I—" Harper started, surprised at how thin and raspy his voice had gotten abruptly. "have to take a shit?"
"You won't. Don't eat anything either; even with the drug the Magog larva have entirely blocked your intestines; eating food will just compact it and induce them to hatch sooner. The [goo] has a [food supplement] suspended in it as well; it'll be absorbed by your intestinal walls along with the rest of it." Tyr's voice was clipped, like he resented having to explain everything instead of just doing it. This had been the most he'd ever heard Tyr talk; maybe he really did hate explaining things.
"Oh." Harper didn't know what to say.
[...]
Getting up was a challenge; he had what felt like twenty pounds of slime filling his intestine and colon, and as he stood he felt the unfurled plug in his ass shift and strain as the weight of it came to bear. Obnoxiously, embarrassingly, his cock was still rock hard, and the constant weight and pressure against his prostate meant every step was tinged with the heady rush of pleasure from it. There was a long, crystal clear stream of precome dripping down the underside of his cock, wet and prickling as it trickled lower.
He staggered and almost fell over; he didn't even know he was reaching out for Tyr until he grabbed at his arm to steady himself. Tyr, as usual, looked put-upon and disgusted.
[A LOT OF TEXT GOES HERE]
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Tyr's gloved arm shoved deeper. His guts churned around, his aching asshole gaping open, air gusting up inside him and popping around, pushing deeper following the thick, immense obstruction of Tyr's arm. His cock ached, sticking straight up from his crotch, rock hard and flushed deep red, slick with precome. Harper squeezed his eyes shut, unable to contain little low grunts of pain as Tyr's arm shifted inside him, always pushing deeper.
Tyr, for his part, acted like what he was doing was just a boring medical exam. His breath was low, even, as he pushed deeper, constantly working his slicked-up arm around. He braced his free hand casually against Harper's inner thigh, his bare fingers cool and dry against Harper's slick skin. His other hand — his other arm — sunk deeper, pushing and pushing and pushing even though it sunk in with agonizing slowness, a tiny sliver of skin pushing inside Harper with each twist, the smooth swell of his muscles forcing Harper open wider.
...
Tyr made an approving noise; his slow exhale blew hot and wet against his asshole. His arm shifted and moved inside him, his hand clenching into a loose fist as he started pulling out. Harper whimpered, the muscles all across his stomach and chest trembling and spasming as Tyr dragged his arm out, the black plastic of his long sleeve emerging slick and heavy with strings of lube. His bicep pulled out with a jerk, then his elbow, forearm, and finally the crest of his hand. It emerged with a wet pop, and Harper felt empty and open, his asshole loose and hanging open, the abused muscle slack and closing slowly. Harper clenched, lube spilling out of him as his asshole clenched tight, feeling flushed and hot against itself.
"Got one," Tyr said, evenly, and then Harper caught a glance at the thing in his fist, the one that had been inside him.
It was... grotesque. Just small enough for Tyr to fit his fingers around it, and yellowish-white, veined (Harper realizing after a moment that they were actual veins, pulsing slowly) in uneven red streaks, like cracks in rock. It was lumpy and uneven, not smooth, and... chambered, like a few bubbles stuck together. Tyr dropped it into the shallow pan beside the bed and lanced it through with a scalpel. It cracked with a sharp noise, putrid green-yellow oozing emerging from the widening gash, and Harper got a disgusted glimpse of some internal structure, webs tethered to the inside of the shell, connected to a vague shape. Before he could get a good look (and he wasn't sure why he didn't look away, he didn't want a good look) Tyr moved in front of it, slopping more alcohol across it before lighting the whole tray on fire, the liquid across the inside going up in a bright blue flame.
"Oh god," Harper said, finally finding his voice as the shell blackened and cracked. "Get them out," he said, and his voice cracked and rose high in panic. He swore he could feel them inside him, gestating and slowly growing bigger, hatching and climbing around inside him.
[...]
The tip of the device knocked around inside him, rolling and bucking wildly as the weights in the tip revolved. It lurched and bashed, the movements only becoming more wild as Tyr slowly nudged it deeper and deeper inside him, the fat shaft of it sinking effortlessly into him. The round ball at the base pressed up against his asshole, the gyrations of it deep inside him making it jump and jerk in Tyr's hand, grinding it up against the root of his cock. His cock was throbbing in time with his wild heartbeat, his balls pulled up tight below his cock, and he kept gasping and moaning, breathy pants. He rocked against the restraints, grinding back against the thrashing device plunged inside him.
Tyr's hand rolled back and forth against his ass, his palm curved around the sphere at the base of the device. Harper's asshole felt sizzlingly hot and stretched wide open, and Tyr's hand was coated in the green-blue slime he'd pumped up inside him earlier, slopping out in slurps around the shaft. His fingers were splayed wide, fingertips pressed firmly just below Harper's balls, thumb rubbing against Harper's inner thigh.
Harper came with a keening cry, mouth open wide as a sound he didn't even know he could make came out, a loud sharp moan, carried on until he just ran out of breath. His entire body jerked, convulsing, rocking against the restraints, his weight rolling down against Tyr's hand, and Tyr held steady. Come lanced out of his cock, shooting up across his chest, against Harper's cheek, neck, some splattering into his open mouth and dripping over his lips. They were both surprised when Harper's asshole jerked, clenched tight, then opened wide with a wet slurp of slime, the entire base of the device sliding inside him in a single lurch, until Tyr's palm was grinding against the hot folds of his asshole. Harper moaned again, a short sharp burst as his cock shot off again, come hosing all across his chest, his balls pulled so tight he could feel them pop back inside his body cavity.
Tyr said something that Harper didn't catch, a grunted apology or quiet observation, and then shoved his hand up into Harper, grabbing the base of the device before its wild gyrations worked it any deeper. Harper gasped and moaned, fucking himself against Tyr's hand as he grabbed the base, working his body fractionally against the huge device shoved inside him. Tyr said something else that Harper didn't catch; everything sounded dim and whited-out with low thrumming static. It sounded annoyed, irritable, and Harper couldn't resist laughing.
"God, Tyr, fuck me, please," he babbled, body flushed and hot, cock still aching. Tyr was still fully-dressed, but he could feel his cock. Tyr kept grinding it against the edge of the table, rocking his hips back and forth. It brushed up against Harper's hips every so often, hot and hard and just, Harper really, really wanted Tyr to fuck him.
"Disgusting," Tyr said, but his voice hitched, uneven. "That you think that I would... that I would," he said, repeated, even more overtly grinding his cock against the table and against Harper. The hand that wasn't shoved inside Harper was wrapped tight around his thigh, Tyr's palm scraping roughly over the thin hair of his legs.
The bulge in his pants was obscene, the fat bulge of his cock grinding back and forth over the table edge, the swell of his balls huge and tightly defined beneath them. The well-worn leather was practically wrapped tight around his cock. The low-slung pants shifted and creaked as he rutted against Harper's side, pulling away from his stomach to reveal a thin slice of his pubes, sweaty and matted to his crotch, smelling overwhelmingly of sex.
"Tyr, come on, let me suck you off, fuck," he whined, voice cracking.
Tyr's hand clenched inside him, stabbing hard against his prostate, and the huge device inside him kicked up, knocking the breath out of him. His cock drooled thin lines of come down over his smeared, messy stomach.
Tyr practically growled, jerking his hand up to pop the button of his pants. They sagged even lower, revealing the fat base of his cock, dark hair fuzzing around it. Harper whimpered again, jerking against the restraints as he craned his head towards it. He wasn't wearing underwear.
Tyrr pulled his hand from Harper's ass with an angry jerk, leaving the device buzzing deep inside him, pulling his pants down just enough to let his cock pop up, a fucking spray of precome splashing all across Harper's stomach. Fuck, if he thought the smell of sex was strong before, the inside of his pants was glistening with precome, coating his shaft. Hasper could feel himself drooling.
It was longer than his own — not that that took much — but only by a fraction, half an inch or something. And it was thicker, too, but again, just by a little. Harper wasn't sure if he should feel disappointed; back on Earth there was an awful lot of Nietzschean porn — all played by human actors, of course — and they were mostly about how Nietzscheans all had fucking baseball bats attached to their crotches. But Tyr was definitely still in the 'average' range.
His balls, on the other hand, were massive -- bigger and heavier than seemed natural. His sack hung between his nicely-muscled legs, almost a perfect sphere, the skin seeming taut or stretched. It looked swollen, or packed tight. Maybe Nietzscheans had extra balls, he thought dimly, but then Tyr stepped towards him and Harper strained out towards him, his mouth opening as he tried to reach out for Tyr's cockhead. Fuck, it was nicely shaped, with his foreskin pulled back and the fat flare of his cockhead, and Harper was almost dizzy with the desire to suck on it. Tyr, thankfully, didn't keep him waiting long.
He was already slimy with precome, wet trails drizzling across his face before he nudged the fat blunt tip of it into Harper's open mouth. It was salty and heavy, its girth stretching his lips. Harper hummed, bobbing back and forth as much as he could, tongue sliding back and forth across the underside of his cockhead, lips rolling over the hanging roll of his heavy foreskin, dragging it back and forth.
His hands settled around Harper's neck, one sloppy with slime, his fingers squelching and cracking as he gently tugged Harper further. Tyr was pumping out precome almost constantly in a heavy flow, coating his tongue until all he could smell or taste was the thick flavor of his cock. Tyr rocked his hips, keeping Harper focused on his cockhead, not letting him take much in aside from the head.
Tyr came almost instantly, not even a full minute going by before he tensed. Harper flicked his eyes up, over the sharply defined muscles of his stomach and chest, to the smooth slope of his neck, revealed as he threw his head back, eyes closed. His hands clenched repeatedly, matching the jog of his Adam's apple as he gasped.
Tyr came a lot, the first blasts lancing into the back of his mouth, drooling down the inside of his cheek, and Harper had to work to keep up, hot slow lines of it still spilling out past his lips, sliding down his cheek to smear on the seat below him. The inside of his mouth was coated, Tyr's slight thrusts becoming wet and sloppy as his load spilled down his cock, splashing in lines across Harper's jaw and dribbling onto the side of the seat. He pulled out with a wet, heavy slurp, ignoring Harper's low whimper, and brought his slime-covered hand down to stroke himself off, lines of jizz spraying all across Harper's face, forming glossy, thick lines over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, webbing over his eyelashes, catching in the spiky fringe of his hair.
He ground his spurting cockhead over Harper's cheek, immense balls slapping over the mess of Harper's face, each wet spurt oozing in a smeared trail down the pale curve of his neck, into the groove of his collarbone. It felt like it lasted minutes. Harper felt glazed, eyes webbed shut with spunk.
The wet warmth of Tyr's cockhead pulled off his face, lines of come snapping and splattering over his face with a wet splat. He slid down his body, cock dragging over his chest and stomach, still coming weakly, as Tyr's footsteps moved around to his ass, still hiked up and on display, and Tyr just casually shoved his fist inside.
Tyr yanked at the device inside him, pulling it out with a slurp. The buzzing got a lot louder as it pulled out of his slack, distended asshole, his skin folding over itself as the shaft sunk out of him, pulling out from its own weight. Tyr wasn't even paying attention as he rocked against Harper's hips, the final dregs of his orgasm drooling over his stomach, mixing with the mess of Harper's loads. The device slide out of Harper entirely, with a loud slurp and a heavy gush of slime, to clatter dully on the floor, and Tyr finally jerked away like he'd been shocked.
[ ... presumably this is part the point when tyr is all done extracting everything but maybe not ]
"Please," Harper moaned, his cock throbbing against his stomach, flushed red. He flexed his ass around Tyr's fingers, clenching and then relaxing, the blue-green slime inside him drooling out across Tyr's hand as Harper desperately tried to fuck himself on his fingers.
Harper's asshole was a huge ring of muscle, flushed and engorged, dimpling out from the smooth flesh of his ass crack. It slurped and distended more, his guts sliding out, dribbling wetly across Tyr's hand. Harper just moaned, his asshole spasming by reflex as his insides prolapsed more, the thick slabs of his colon slowly enveloping Tyr's hand, until Harper's leaking guts caught against some tense internal muscle and stopped, the broad red mound of his guts bulging out around Tyr's hand to the wrist.
Harper spasmed more, using the fraction of an inch of slack in the restraints to jerk his ass against Tyr's hand. His asshole spasmed still as he worked muscles in his gut, trying to pull his insides back inside. The flushed red flesh of his prolapse slurped wetly across Tyr's hand, dragging back and forth, curling back slowly as Harper strained.
Tyr pulled back, his hand emerging dripping slime, and sneered down at Harper, who was too out of it with desire to even notice. "You really are desperate for anything," he said, as he trailed his dripping fingers up across Harper's thigh, just barely grazing against his balls, pulled up tight against the base of his shaft. "Any little touch I can provide," he said, grasping the base of Harper's cock, watching dispassionately as just that made Harper gasp and shudder, his cock spraying droplets of come all across his chest. "You think I would bring myself to," Tyr started, cutting himself off with a choked, cut-off moan as he ground his other hand against his cock, tenting out his leather pants, "myself to," he continued, voice rasping as he ground the palm of his hand against his trapped cock, "touch your vile little infested body, just to get you off?!" Tyr jerked his hand off his cock, body swaying forward as if to follow it as he grasped the red bulge of Harper's guts and pushed it back inside him with a lurch that made Harper come again, shooting across his chest, adding more flecks to the splatter.
Tyr swallowed, clenching and unclenching his hand inside Harper's ass, and when he spoke again his voice came out calm, controlled. "It would bring me no pleasure to do it, little man, but as a favor to you, I'd do it." Tyr clenched his hand into a fist, inside Harper, and pulled out. That alone almost tugged Harper's guts out again as he pushed his asshole out, flexing it and clenching it, the hole spreading wide open as he worked the thick muscle, his eyes dim and unfocused.
Tyr fell to his knees with a muffled thud, fingers sliding across the skin of his ass, against the fine blond hair matted-down across his cheeks, to the red, oozing ring itself, practically jutting out from the rest of his body. He knelt between Harper's legs almost robotically, limbs jerking, and then with an abrupt motion he jolted forward, pressing his mouth against his slimy asshole. [The green-blue gel tasted dimly sour, or like citrus, and his entire body shuddered as he lapped it up, swallowing it thickly from Harper's oozing ass.]
Tyr gripped Harper's thighs tightly, clenching around the tensed muscle, and knelt forward. His nose nudged against Harper's tight balls as his lips closed around the fat rim of Harper's asshole. Tyr bit down, and Harper's entire body jerked. Tyr bit hard, his teeth tearing at the swollen muscle of his asshole. His chin slipped into Harper's distended, sloppy asshole as he bit deeper, teeth grinding together through Harper's thickened, muscular ass. Harper's hairpin orgasms were going off continually, his cock constantly spurting out a thin burble of come across his stomach, weak and thin at this point. But Harper didn't notice; he couldn't focus on anything aside from Tyr tearing up his ass, the shearing pressure and shocks of pain, his swollen ass lips being compressed tightly as Tyr chewed on them. Not gentle at all, but at this point with his ass he didn't have to be, chewing and grinding like he was actually eating, and even that wasn't enough to break Harper's much-abused skin.
Tyr jerked his head over, dragging and stretching the flesh of Harper's asshole before he opened his jaw enough for it to slowly jerk loose. His teeth circled around the wide-open rim of Harper's ass, lips pursed around the immensely thick muscle. His tongue writhed against Harper's asshole, pushing against the stinging dimples left in the wake of his sharp canines, and all Harper could do was shudder and moan, his restraints clunking loudly as he moved as much as he could, just barely able to press his ass fractionally against Tyr's face.
After everything he'd taken it felt like absolutely anything could fit up into his ass, and in a feverish fantasy Harper pictured Tyr pushing forward, his entire head sinking into him, his swollen asslips flexing wide open to take it in. He shuddered, come spurting from his cock up across his chest as Tyr bit down hard. Tyr's forehead rubbed back and forth across his pulled-up balls as he chewed around his asshole, sliding down slowly.
Tyr kept eating his ass, loudly, biting and pulling, grinding his teeth, tearing across the swollen, thickened rim of his ass. His nose pushed inside his ass as his teeth found the lowest point of his gaping asshole. As Tyr bit and tore at him, his asshole clenched and spread slowly across he cheeks. Harper gasped and shuddered, flexing his ass against Tyr's face, whimpering as he pulled back. His face was coated in the green-blue gel oozing out from his guts, drooling down across the restraining table. Harper ground his ass back against him, his gaping asshole flowering open more, encompassing Tyr's jaw; pushing up against his ear as he chomped up the rim of his asshole, until he was back where he started, biting over the sore, stinging marks he'd left behind, each prick of his canines like an electric jolt.
Tyr licked up inside him, folding back the bloated flesh of his asshole with his fingers. Harper moaned and whined, his asshole flexing spasmodically as Tyr shoved his tongue deeper, easily shoving deeper, kissing his distended asshole. Harper could feel every wet flick of his tongue deep inside his ass as Tyr pushed in deeper, his nose and then his chin slurping into his asshole effortlessly. His breath was hot and wet against his slick, shuddering anal walls. Tyr's lips fastened against his flushed insides, licking and sucking the smooth, bloated flesh, and then he bit down again, chewing on his reddened, internal flesh. It sent pangs through his entire body. Tyr pushed further inside, his asshole distended around the bridge of his nose; the feeling was somehow dimmer, less nerve endings further inside him. But he could still feel the tearing pressure, the pinpricks of pain at his sharp teeth, but somehow spread out, more diffuse.
Harper whimpered when Tyr finally pulled back, his asshole slurping and flexing wetly around his face as if to keep him there. He was coated in the green-blue slime, cheeks shiny, threads of it hanging from his short goatee. Harper felt his asshole prolapse again, his insides pushing out with a wet sound, a heavy mound of skin and guts tensed at the stretched opening of his ass. Tyr smirked and palmed the slick, red flesh, his fingers skimming around it as he pushed it, and his fist, back into Harper's ass, before pulling his hand out with a slurp.
Harper was somehow still coming, his cock dripping come from the tip steadily, and when Tyr reached up to stroke his cock with his slimy hand he came harder, come spurting out across his stomach, into the slick layers of come already dripping across his chest.
"Tyr," Harper panted, rolling his hips to fuck his cock through his loose fist. "Fuck me!"
Tyr smirked and leaned forward, kissing him with slick lips that tasted like citrus. Harper just let his mouth gape open as Tyr practically fucked him with his tongue. He suckled on his tongue, licking up the blue-green slime coating it, lips locked with Tyr as he pressed his head against its rest, kissing him until he had to turn away, panting for breath.
"How desperate," Tyr said, cocking an eyebrow. "You're never satisfied, are you?"
Harper let out a high-pitched whine, humping against Tyr's hand. "I, I want you to fill me up," he said, still just barely aware enough to realize he was babbling. "I want you to stretch me out."
"Stretch you out?" Tyr said, in the same sardonic voice he always used, the one that implied whoever he was talking to was an idiot. He cupped his free hand around one of Harper's ass cheeks, his fingers pushing easily into his asshole. Without even stuttering his smooth palming motions around his cock, he shoved his fist into Harper's ass, sinking in hard and stopping with a jolt when his elbow smacked against his ass.
Harper shuddered and arched up, cock shooting again, before sprawling back, putting all his weight on Tyr's muscular arm. It sunk a fraction of an inch deeper, just enough to make him choke out a moan as his cock let out a sluggish spurt. Tyr pulled laterally, his asshole distending messily until his arm hit against the inner ridge of his hip, thumping solidly against the immovable bone. Harper jerked like he'd been electrocuted, a throbbing ache emanating from his hip as Tyr worked his arm back and forth, fucking his ovally-distended asshole. His thick, bruised ass lips bowed in and out as he punched his arm back and forth inside him.
"You're so loose you could take anything. Disgusting," Tyr said, slamming his arms into his ass up to the elbow without any resistance. "All the tools together would fit inside you."
Harper bucked, rolling his hips to fuck himself on Tyr's arms. He panted, mouth moving sluggishly as he tried to speak, and the first few times his words came out distorted into just a long moan as Tyr violently punched his ass, slamming his fists inside him with enough force to rock his body back and forth.
"Tyr," he finally managed to say, a drawn out moan, but Tyr froze in place, one arm entirely inside him, the swell of his shoulder and his bushy armpit hair grinding against his hypersensitive asshole, gaping open around it. "
[harper deliriously asks tyr to fuck him with his head, except i don't know how to have him phrase it]
If he was anywhere near being alert he would have been embarrassed at having surprised Tyr with the extent of his degeneration, but instead he gave him a goofy grin, his heart pounding and his face flushed red as Tyr stared at him.
Slowly, like he was floating in a dream, Tyr fiddled with the table controls, his slick hands slipping on the knobs and levers as he tilted the table further and raise it. Gravity slowly shifted for Harper, from pulling along his back to settling along his ass and thighs, the clamps on his spread legs digging into the underside of his thighs. Tyr stood between his legs, both hands returning to caress his ass, fingers working inside his stretched, broken open ass. He rubbed his fingers along the layers of folded skin on the rim of his asshole, slick and drooling out slime. His fist sunk into him easily, and then another, both forearms pulling out his asshole. He pulled in opposite directions until he smacked against bone, his asshole stretched out as wide as his hips. The cool, dry air of the med bay curled up inside him, feeling chilly against his heated inside, flushed and engorged. Tyr pulled his arms out and his asshole lurched back into place sluggishly, his flesh folding inside out, prolapsing again as his worn asshole tried to pull itself tight, red internal flesh bulging out in a glistening, wrinkled lump.
The hair across Tyr's forearms was matted down, skewed in different directions as he pulled them out of him, slime running down his forearms and dripping from his elbows. Harper stared down at him, across his come-streaked belly and achingly hard cock, feeling dizzy with lust.
Tyr stooped and kissed his gaping, bulging flesh. His lips met the bloated channel at the center and it bowed inward, parting open even from the gentle pressure of his lips. Tyr opened wide as his mouth sunk into his ass, tongue already flicking across his inner walls. Harper trembled, feverish swirls of heat running across his skin, more from the anticipation of what he knew Tyr was about to do than the actual slow stretch and pressure he was feeling already.
Tyr's jaw scraped against the base of his asshole. His goatee felt strange and feathery against his skin, soft and wiry at the same time. Harper gasped; his asshole lurched, spasming as Tyr angled his head up and his chin pushed inside him, followed by half his jaw. His lips were pressed against the upper ridge of his asshole now, just inside his ass. He could feel Tyr's breath inside his ass, somehow still steady and deep, blowing out in streams across his unfurled asshole.
He pulled back and Harper let out a whine that was almost a scream. Tyr looked up at him, eyes half-lidded, and licked his lips, showing his green-blue tinged mouth, more slime sliding down his neck. Harper moaned and whimpered, unable to comprehend how he'd even gotten to this point, locked up on an operating table while Tyr got ready to shove his head into his ass.
Tyr pushed forward again, and from the second his nose bumped against his skin Harper could tell he meant to do it, now. He pushed forward, unhesitant, half his face slipping into his asshole effortlessly. Tyr looked up at him through his lashes one last time before looking down, staring at his ass, and Harper stared down at him with wide eyes as he stooped and pushed. He could feel, clearly, every brush of skin between them. The underside of Tyr's jaw, stubbled slightly, caught against the underside of his asshole like a burr, scraping back and forth as he pushed his face inside him.
His asshole slowly stretched wider, distending first around his nose and then spreading further. The massive muscle flexed outward like a thick, strong rubber band, across Tyr's cheeks as he pushed himself inside. He could distinctly feel Tyr's brow push in past his asshole, and it was all he could do to not clench down, try to fuck himself with Tyr's head. Instead he lolled his head back, eyes unfocused as he stared up at the blur of the ceiling lights, every nerve in his body focused entirely on the heft and stretch of Tyr's head pushing inside him. Tyr bit down on the inside of his ass as his forehead pushed inside, sucking a fold of thick, turgid skin into his mouth and biting it flat. His hair felt like ropes, friction heating up his asshole as he enveloped the crown of his head. Tyr twisted, tearing at the flesh just above the base of his spine, and his dreads twined around as his head sunk deeper.
Tyr's jaw was entirely inside him. His asshole stretched over across his throat, and as Tyr slowly bent forward and pushed more of his head inside Harper could feel both his ears press against his obscenely parted ass cheeks. They pressed tight against the side of his face as he pushed in. They felt like little bumps, sudden shocks, as Tyr shoved himself deeper. His hands clenched against Harper's spread thighs as his asshole snapped down across the back of his head, his dreads twining around each other and sliding against the rim of his ass, like nothing he'd ever felt before.
Tyr's breath came faster inside him, scorching out across his swollen, bloated flesh. Tyr's eyelashes fluttered against his skin, deep inside him, the feeling bizarrely ticklish. He felt dazed, and full; bloated. His abdomen bulged outwards, more and then less as Tyr shook his head slowly inside him, twisting his neck and dragging his slick skin and stubble and twines of hair across his insides. The stubble on Tyr's jaw scraped over the inner walls of his ass. Tyr's tongue, lapping on his slick, oozing insides, made him catch his breath, and then Tyr arched his head up, teeth catching on some internal fold inside his ass, and he bit down again, grinding his teeth back and forth.
Harper's eyes rolled back; even the unfocused haze of light going black as he came again, come shooting hot all the way up across his body, splattering across the padding above his shoulder. Inside him — inside him — Tyr was sucking at the walls of his ass, slurping the engorged flesh into his mouth and chewing before spitting it out and dragging his tongue against the sore spots. Tyr's head bobbed back and forth, Harper's asshole slurping up and down his neck as he savaged his asshole. His belly bulged up and down as Tyr moved, his distended flesh clenching tight around the obscene intruder.
Tyr's hands, across his thighs, slid across his inner thighs and then down to cup his distended asscheeks, shoving them apart with enough force to make his asshole bow out around his neck. Red, internal flesh slipped out as his asshole folded back, his guts slurping and popping even louder as Tyr fucked him with his head. Tyr's hands, both hands, curled around the thickened rim of his ass and pulled out, somehow pulling his asshole even wider, his abused flesh red and bruised, thick, swollen, but the stretched, ruined muscle of his ass still had more give to it. Tyr's fingers curled around the engorged rim of his ass, both hands sliding inside him to the knuckle, grinding against the hard muscle of Tyr's neck.
Tyr sucked in a breath, air rushing into his ass and across his flushed, heater inner walls, and then exhaled, blowing hot humid air back into his ass. Tyr panted as he lapped and sucked across the inside of Harper's ass, breath coming in puffs across Harper's quivering flesh. Harper just moaned and shuddered, his cock flushed a deep red, still dripping come. Both of Tyr's fists were in his ass, along with his entire head, and even that stretch didn't pull his asshole entirely taut. A month of the drugs and slime and fisting meant his asshole was strong, the muscle huge and stretchy, and Harper let it flex open to its utmost now, with Tyr tugging it wider and wider.
Harper was lost in a daze, everything coursing through his body as sheer sensation, all but unconscious as Tyr forced his head deeper. His thick, muscled neck pushed deeper, thicker and thicker near his shoulders, until with a lurch Harper felt through his entire body (cock uselessly coming again, spurting a dribble of come across his chest) he bottomed out, the crown of his head slamming solidly against the end of his ass. The stubble across his jaw and neck scraped across the rim of his asshole; the distinct lump of his adam's apple worked up and down as Tyr bit on him inside.
Tyr cupped his slime-coated fingers around the rim of Harper's ass before he clenched them tight, squeezing hard Harper's worn, abused skin, still stinging from his bites. He shoved a hand inside, along the side of his neck. Sparks went off behind Harper's eyes as Tyr shoved in. Tyr's slick palm slid across his face, inside him, and then pushed deeper, into his guts. The bony edge of his elbow ground against his broken-open asshole for a fraction of a second on the way in. Harper just moaned, his body no longer listening to the gibberish his mind had left to say, his asshole spasming uncontrollably as his guts lurched, heat curling deep inside him as Tyr let out a deep breath.
Tyr's bicep slid into him, his elbow kicking up slightly as he struggled to line his arm up, and Harper could feel it — could see it — press against the muscles of his stomach. The swell of Tyr's bicep pushed past his oozing asshole, the feeling bizarrely familiar, and Harper relaxed, expecting the smack of Tyr's shoulder against his ass, completely bottomed out. He felt that, the joint rubbing against the top of his asshole with the scratchy thatch of underarm hair against the rim. There was a jolt as his shoulder itself slammed against his ass, but Tyr kept reaching, kept pushing.
Tyr's hand was curled tight deep inside him, and with the same slow, gradual press he'd started with what felt like so long ago, his shoulder and neck pushed deeper, until with a final clench and flex his asshole parted wide and ate it all. He had one of Tyr's entire arms inside him, entire arm. The bony plate of his shoulderblade was half inside him, the roll of muscle from his neck to his shoulder caught against his asshole. Harper could barely think. He couldn't think at all about how he could barely think.
Tyr had to angle himself, twisting inside him. Harper looked down across his body; his stomach bulged and twisted like it was a skin-tight layer just sheathing over Tyr, inside him. A broad, long bulge jutted from his body, shifting and twisting as Tyr moved. Tyr's elbow kicked up, knocking Harper's breath from him, and his entire stomach bulged, his thin abdominal muscles twitching and clenching as they were pushed out of place from behind. Harper couldn't even groan; he opened his mouth wide and only a long exhale came out, breath almost squeaking through his taut throat.
Tyr notched his other fist against Harper's asshole. Harper's eyes went wide, mouth still hanging open — he kind of thought he might be drooling — as Tyr pushed in. His asshole flexed and spasmed, bowing and slurping around Tyr's body as he pushed his other forearm slowly inside him.
He could see the rim of his asshole, looking down across his come-streaked body. It was gaping across the entire span of his ass, his ass cheeks spread so wide they ached, and the thick furl of his engorged skin spanned his hips. Tyr's arms scraped against his hips as he shoved deeper, and he felt like nothing but a heap of skin stretched across bone. Tyr's elbow banged against the whorl of his hipbone and Harper's entire body jerked, the feeling painful and not at the same time. Tyr slid his other arm deeper, almost to the elbow now, and even with his asshole open and oozing all across Tyr's chest it was still hard for him to push him any wider, the bottleneck now the shape of his hips, their narrow span.
Tyr shifted, aligning his arms, as Harper's stomach lurched and bulged, inhumanly distended. His elbow slid inside his ass with a drawn-out popping slurp, slime still oozing out of him despite everything else, and Harper could distinctly feel his femurs shift against his hips with a bone-jarring shift, Tyr's arms knocking against the joint as his body filled every possible space in the cavity of his hips.
Tyr pushed deeper, slowly, gradually, his arm slipping to the bicep, the muscles of his upper back and chest slowly sinking in past Harper's aching asshole. Tyr's chest hair, the peaked nub of one of his nipples; friction made them grind and scrape against his aching, stretched asshole as Tyr shifted deeper. The pressure across the inside of his hips was incredible; he could feel every slight shift in Tyr's body, encircled in a band of bone, his flesh only a slight padding as it squished and warped under the blunt force of Tyr's entry.
His legs jerked with a twang, the joints keeping them locked into his hips shearing. Tyr's gradual entry put more and more pressure on them, until with a pop his legs dislocated, the feeling running straight up his spine. Harper shuddered and froze in place, suddenly glad he was in traction; it hurt but it would have hurt a lot more if he could actually move his legs. He wiggled his toes, the feeling sluggish as it passed through his hips. The dislocation gave up just a fraction more space inside him, and Tyr's other shoulder blade was pressed up inside him, shoved hard against the inner curl of his hip as he struggled to sink the huge broad span of his shoulders inside Harper.
His guts shifted and writhed as Tyr slid inside him, his asshole a screaming ache stretched wide around most of Tyr's chest, and everything went dark as Harper's eyes rolled back, his cock sluggishly drooling come, practically just squeezed out of him from the pressure inside him. His legs spasmed, bones grinding against each other, and he let out a gasp that was half pain, half pleasure.
When he blinked awake he was still strapped down, his legs still in the air but no longer dislocated, although his tendons felt stretched and achy. It couldn't have been long. His asshole throbbed, the heavy pulse delayed a fraction from his heartbeat, and the intensely distended and swollen flesh slid and scraped against itself, so bloated it forced his ass into a prolapse, the flesh laying against the end of the table like so much meat.
Harper's blurry gaze focused on Tyr, standing in front of him with a scowl, his arms crossed. His arms that were dripping blue-green slime; his entire upper body was coated in a thick layer of it, and it wound down his chest and stomach in slow, sticky rivulets. "You passed out," came Tyr's low voice, and Harper's gaze flicked up to his face. It sounded like an accusation, like Harper had somehow let him down by not letting him crawl all the way inside his ass.
Harper nodded, his mind still feeling detached from his body. His head hit the back of the padded seat as he nodded back, and so he did it again. His spiky, sweaty hair flattened against the soft padding; he could feel sweat and oil rub off against the plasticy surface.
Tyr's face was sloppy with slime, thick globs of it running down his temples, a huge smeared mess across his beard. His eyebrows were practically lost behind thick clots of it, and as his posture shifted slightly Harper caught his dreads moving, web-like tendrils webbed between his dreads and slowly slopping downward. His shoulders were coated, Harper saw with a loose smile. His shoulders were coated and one arm was coated all the way to his fingers, fat dollops of slime collecting on his fingertips. His other arm was coated too, but not quite as thickly — Harper thought he could make out the wavy line along his upper arm where he must have stopped pushing in, all but obliterated now as the slime streaked down his naked body.
Tyr was talking to him, saying something, but Harper couldn't pay attention. He clenched his ass, the muscle bloated and aching even fiercer as he tried to control it. Slime oozed out of him, dripping out in wet slurps as he worked his asshole, not able to close the muscle around his flushed, reddened flesh. He tightened some muscle deep in his gut, his face flushing with the strain of it, and slowly his ass pulled back, his guts slowly pulling back inside him. It felt heavy and wet and alien inside him, stuffy and thick and slimy as it slid back into place.
His heartbeat hammered through his sore body, throbbing through the swollen, engorged flesh of his asshole, and when Harper tried to clench his asshole tight it spasmed uncontrollably, slime loudly slurping out of it, oozing out of him and pattering down to the floor with a set of wet slaps.
The sides of his engorged asshole scraped against each other, shifting and slurping, each clench sending a mess of confusing sensation up his spine. Harper flexed it out, the ache entirely pleasant as his asshole gaped open. His asshole flexed wide open, gaping between his taut cheeks, but he could feel the tension in it still; just all by himself he couldn't get the same feeling of stretch as it opened wide and then folded out, his asshole inverting with a lewd slurp as his colon spilled out, hanging wet and hot from his wrecked ass like an obscene tail.
He clenched, slowly sucking it back in, and then let it spill out again, his eyes unfocused staring at the ceiling, his mind entirely focused on his ass.
Tyr must have stopped talking at some point, Harper focused his eyes and saw him just staring, lips parted, hands clenched. His cock was bulging out the front of his leather pants, and Harper wanted nothing more than to run his hands over it, to unlace his pants and let it spring out. He clenched his asshole, prolapsed flesh sliding against itself with a wet crackle.
"Tyr," he said, an almost inaudible murmur. "Fuck me. Please."
Tyr looked the closest to panicked Harper'd ever seen him. He reached for his cock, anxiously clenching his hands after aborting the motion halfway. Harper wondered if he was sweating under the slime coating him.
"Please," he said, and Tyr's gaze jerked up to him. They locked eyes for a long moment, until Harper's gaze went unfocused and he thumped his head back against the rest again.
Tyr moved; Harper watched the unfocused brown blob of his body shift, staring dazedly at a point above and to the right of his head. His first touch wasn't unexpected, Tyr's fingers tracing around the loose folds of skin, slowly pushing his colon back inside him. His cock brushed against his thigh, hard and smooth and wet, smearing through the thick slime spread over his entire ass, and then he felt Tyr stroking himself, his knuckles brushing over Harper's inner thigh.
Tyr thrust into him, hand still wrapped around his cock. It sunk into him without any resistance; his ass squelched wetly as Tyr started thrusting, his worn-out asshole not even closing around Tyr's shaft. Tyr's fingers slid against the edges of his swollen asshole, pushing in alongside his cock, and then he pushed his entire hand inside easily, stroking himself off as he punch-fucked him with each thrust.
Slime drooled across Tyr's arm and chest, dripping down from his chin. His muscles shone, coated in the slick fluid. "See," he practically snarled, "your ass is so worn out I can't even fuck it." His voice came in ragged bursts, his chest heaving for breath as he jerked himself off inside his ass. His cock arched up inside him, the blunt head thumping against Harper's prostate repeatedly. He came the quickest Harper had ever seen, come spurting into his ass and immediately drooling out, across his hypersensitive ass lips, still gaping open.
Tyr roared, jerking his hand off his cock to grasp Harper by the hips and slam him down against the padded table. Tyr snapped forward, his hips meeting Harper's ass with a wet smack as he thrust harshly. Tyr fucked him hard, cock slamming into his distended, broken-open ass. Each thrust was audible, sounding with a thick wet squelch as a thick slurry of slime and come dripped out his gaping asshole. It oozed down Tyr's cock, more sluicing down his shaft with each thrust, and splattered across their sweaty bodies, webbing thick heavy ropes between Tyr's thighs and Harper's ass cheeks.
Tyr's breath was fast and harsh, catching in his throat with a growl as he thrust, a counterpoint to Harper's rapid gasps. Tyr kept coming, more spurting out of Harper's ass with each thrust, and Tyr's ejaculation hadn't even slowed before he hunched forward and slammed himself balls-deep into him, grinding his pubes against the upper rim of Harper's ass as he came again, the blasts heavy and thick enough Harper could feel it hose down his insides.
Come slopped out of his gaping hole, adding to the webbed slurry oozing down their bodies, coating Tyr's cock in a thick layer that oozed down over his oversized balls, drawn up tight under his cock. Thick lines of threaded white-blue goo slid down Tyr's legs, matting down his hair and smearing as he bucked up against Harper, rocking his entire body in its harness. Harper's ass felt glazed, thick fluid coating it in streams and smeared across all his skin, and Tyr kept slamming up into him, again and again, splattering flecks across the bottoms of his thighs and leaving thinner threads streaked across his stomach and cock. The table seat was coated, the padding slimy and sticky to the touch as Harper rocked back against it.
Tyr pummeled him, his body squeaking back and forth against the slick, sweaty tabletop, hips slamming against his ass with such force he felt himself start to bruise, his flushed red skin becoming brighter and brighter as Tyr fucked him. Tyr was sweaty and coated in slime, his chest hair matted darkly to his chest, [something about his hair, w/e idk what sweaty dreadlocks do], and as he thrust he slid his hands up across Harper's sweaty skin, tugging briefly at his flushed, hot cock before leaning forward and putting his weight against Harper's chest, pinng him down against the table as he kept thrusting. His breath came out in ragged pants, hot against Harper's flushed skin, and he was still coming, his cock jerking and twitching inside Harper, come still splattering inside him and flooding out.
Tyr's weight shifted, his hands heavy against his chest, his bare feet arching up onto the balls of his feet, his cock straining inside Harper, the fat tip grinding against his inner walls, his tight balls sliding friction-hot against the rim of his bloated, flushed asshole. Tyr rocked Harper's body up with each thrust, his ass lifting off the seat only to come down with a squelch a fraction of a second later. Each punishing thrust slammed him against his restraints, Tyr's powerful hips jolting his body back and forth.
Tyr arched up with another thrust and slid his hands down, grabbing Harper's hips and pulling him back onto his already-hilted cock, the sweaty wet clump of his pubes grinding against Harper's flushed, oversensitive asshole, feeling like a wire brush. The massive bulge of his tight ballsack ground against Harper's ass, and as Tyr worked him on his cock Harper could feel it slowly push into his gaping asshole, until with a sudden pop Tyr dragged him all the way down, shoving his bloated balls into his asshole. Tyr grunted, his entire body shuddering, and inside him Harper could feel his cock sprew forth come again, another massive load just starting.
Tyr leaned forward, the skin between his thighs grinding against Harper's ass with every movement, and he leaned forward to kiss him, both of them gasping for breath between kisses, Harper's cock shooting off again as Tyr settled forward, his skin hot and wet.
Tyr's hips slowly shifted, almost gently moving his cock and balls around inside him. He flexed his ass, driving himself deeper before relaxing, letting his swollen cock and balls out fractionally to tug against Harper's sore asshole. Come oozed out of him, around Tyr's balls. Harper's cock was trapped between the two of them, pinned against Tyr's muscled stomach, dripping come slowly. Tyr's heavy, warm weight settled on top of him, and their skin — wet, sweaty, covered in come and slime, sticky and slippery — stuck together with a wet squelch.
Harper felt full, inside, bloated with come, and Tyr was still coming in slower, more sluggish bolts, the thick churning flood oozing out in wet slurps as their bodies shifted against each other. Finally Tyr just collapsed on top of him, his rough cheek against Harper's face, his breath hot and fast against his shoulder. His cock was still wedged inside him, each spurt so strong Harper could feel them individually, and it slid down and out of his ass in ropes, dragging out before snapping and hitting the ground with a wet splat.
[... afterward tyr sags back and is like ...we can't be sure i got all of them; come back tomorrow and i'll run a more thorough scan and fix up your guts]
[... also harper jerks off in the shower gratuitiously i guess: ]
Harper's whole body ached. It was less obvious when he'd been restrained, but he ached. His ass hurt, and the pain continued up into his stomach, the lingering ache of what Tyr... of having all the larva pulled out of him, and what they'd done afterward. His legs still ached right up at the joint, his tendons stretched from when his legs had [dislocated].
The warm water running down his body just made the underlying ache of his muscles sharper, made the throbbing pain harder. He could feel his heartbeat in his asshole, he thought, distant amusement in one corner of his mind.
He really hoped Tyr meant what he said about healing him up tomorrow; the human body just wasn't meant to go through what he had.
He lifted the shower nozzle from its hook and cleaned himself off, getting the last of the gritty slime off his legs, and then slowly, almost absent-mindedly raised the nozzle up, spraying higher across his legs until the spray was directly against his asshole, stinging against the flushed, distended slabs of flesh, still bloated and engorged. His breath came faster, the feeling like Tyr's teeth on his skin, sharp and hard and wet and hot.
Harper's legs buckled and he slumped back against the wall, the nozzle pressed tight against his grotesquely-engorged asshole. He pushed, just slightly, and his skin folded open, the water spraying across the inner curve of his distended asshole, and with a gentle inwards working the entire shower head slid inside him.
The sound of the pipes was surprisingly loud as the patter of water on the floor stopped abruptly, leaving Harper's sharp, rapid breath the only other sound. The water inside him was heavy; the rolling weight of it inside him felt like — it felt like he really had to shit, actually, but he flushed hot as his cock twitched, lengthening slowly as he shifted the nozzle around inside him, the loud smack of water pouring out of him almost unbearably loud, like it must be audible even outside his quarters, like anyone walking by would know exactly what he was doing.
It felt hot, heavy and warm and liquid inside him, all the times Tyr had pumped him full of that slime only [infinitely] less viscous, rushing through him, pouring out of him in sudden bursts and splashing against the floor, but even with that the heat of it kept rising, making him feel flushed and feverish. His breath resounded in the small shower, water still dripping from his hair, down his body, winding down the small of his back.
He fell forward onto his knees with a sharp sound against the plastic, his stomach audibly sloshing, another abrupt spray of water pouring out of him, running along his calves as it [swirled] to the drain. He felt full; his stomach was visibly full, bulging like he'd eaten a meal. He leaned forward and his guts twinged; Harper flinched, gasping as the water poured deeper inside him, the wet weight shifting up into his guts.
He shifted the angle of the nozzle inside him, water slopping out around his hand, and he curled his free hand around his cock, loosely stroking his shaft. He slid his hand up, across his cool skin, droplets of water still dripping over his skin, and stroked across his swollen stomach, massaging and pushing up, trying to work the water deeper inside.
He lowered himself further, shoulders almost touching the floor, ass raised up into the air, and the water lurched inside him, following the kinked curves of his guts, its heat flooding even further inside him. Harper breathed sharply, his breath blowing back against his face, constantly working across his swollen stomach, pushing up across his body, over and over, ignoring his erect, flushed cock.
He shifted back slightly, asshole flexing around the flexible cord of the nozzle, and water poured out of him as he flexed open and closed, his obscenely-swollen asshole gaping open. Water poured out over his legs, winding down his legs, between his thighs, dripping along the underside of his cock and pouring from the tip.
Harper stifled a moan, his guts feeling bloated and stretched, and rocked back against the nozzle, his fingers pushing in alongside the tube, breaking what little seal there was, water flooding out of him constantly as he reached inside himself, his fingers and then the crest of his palm pushing inside without a single catch. He pushed his thumb in alongside, but he couldn't push any further, kneeling on the shower floor with his back contorted even to push this far.
His asshole — all his guts — felt bunched-up, squeezed tight, like an itch he couldn't scratch, and the steady pressure of the water inside him made it feel slightly better. For all that was pouring out of his ass around his wrist there was still more flooding deeper inside him, making him feel heavy and stretched out, his stomach so bloated he looked pregnant, not just full, and still the tight furl of his asshole felt constrained and cramped, almost itchy.
[blah blah blah the extraction is a success but things are really weird afterwards]
Harper wasn't really sure how to approach him; it had made everything weird. There was just no way to bring up the topic. "Sorry we turned my medical treatment into a fetish romp, but actually, I'm not sorry at all"? It was perverse. Every time he saw Tyr, he saw Tyr as he looked kneeling in front of him, staring up at him, his face slick after being inside his ass, his long eyelashes beaded with the slime he'd spent weeks pumping inside him. And then after that, Tyr had blinked, slowly, and stood, slowly, before he'd leaned over him and kissed him deeply, lips still slick with the heavy citric, chemical tang of it, and if Harper actually followed that train of thought through every time he'd end up jerking off even more often than he was already.
But Tyr — Tyr had gotten just as in to it. He'd affected that it didn't care at all, but he'd been just awful at acting the part. It was equal parts hot, scary, and endearing, that Tyr's iron control broke for him. He wasn't an expert on Nietzschean psychology but he was pretty sure that was a pretty big taboo. And now they'd gone through their... whatever it had been, and Harper couldn't even bring himself to talk to Tyr. He'd have thought Tyr would be scornful, say that it was a human weakness to have awkwardness after sex, except Tyr seemed to be in no hurry to talk to him about it either.
God, he got this roiling, uneasy, aroused feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever he thought about what Tyr must think of whenever he looked at him. A lot of things came to mind.
He really didn't know how he felt about it. They'd had a lot of mind-blowing sex, a lot, but both of them had gotten so wrapped up in their own vicarious need to have someone else play out their fantasies he wasn't even sure what it all meant. He still had his stupid crush, it wasn't diminished — or grown — by what they did, but it was... changed. Somehow. In some way Harper really wasn't comfortable with.
And the only thing that seemed more mortifying than talking to Tyr about it was having anyone else ask about what was up between them.
...
Tyr was lying on the bed, naked. His limbs were sprawled out, legs vaguely crooked, one arm bent back under his pillow, his head laid back on top, angled directly at him. His eyes were dark, just a vague spark of reflection shining off them, but he knew Tyr was tracking his every move as he stripped. His cock, already jutting straight up from his crotch, twitched and flared as he finally dropped his pants.
"Come here," Tyr said, like he actually planned on going anywhere else.
...
Harper settled over him, on his knees, with Tyr's cock sliding against his ass. Tyr's hands settled easily on his legs, just above the knee, and they rested there, warm, rough. Harper watched Tyr's chest and shoulders flex through the motion, his heavy muscles shifting slightly, small tight curls of hair scattered across his chest. Tyr's cock felt solid and heavy against his ass, and Harper could practically feel his asshole throb. He reached back, loosely aiming the fat tip at his asshole, the muscle still huge, dimpling out between his cheeks. The tip it home and Tyr nudged it inside, most the length just sinking into him, effortlessly. Harper sat down, the rest of it hilting into him, his ass cheeks solidly hitting Tyr's thighs, flattening against them.
Tyr rocked upwards, hands grasping slightly more solidly across his hips. Harper clutched at the loose sheet under them, hands fisting tight in the smooth fabric. The final few inches of his cock rolled back and forth against his asshole as Tyr fucked him, slow, letting gravity pull them back together, Harper's back arched as he came down on his shaft at the end of each thrust, his thighs quivering as he pushed himself against it.
Harper had come to expect a certain hypersensitivity; Tyr had had the entire lengthy procedure to get hard in his pants, and he himself had been drugged to the gills and coming every second, and the slow, gradual heat rising in his stomach was completely different than he'd gotten used to. His cock was half-hard, the tip slick with a drip of precome, and each solid, heavy thrust of Tyr's made it jerk, sending a flash of pleasure through his body. And Tyr looked like he could keep it up for a long time. His cock was pissing precome into him, which was entirely usual, but he just kept fucking him with slow, practically gentle thrusts, lifting Harper up and down absolutely no strain on his strong muscles.
It was hard to tell how long they fucked. Tyr kept the same steady pace, even his breathing barely becoming louder, even as Harper's gasps turned into shaky moans and then louder cries, gasping with each sharp thrust in and then the slow withdrawal, until his cock was painfully hard and slowly drizzling come over Tyr's sweat-damp chest, matting his dark hair to his skin and making it look all the darker.
Harper came with a keening whine he wasn't even aware he could make, come spraying from his cock in an arc that shot right over Tyr's head, hitting the wall and the headboard, more come arcing out, lining across Tyr's cheek, over his lips and neck, bubbling down his shaft to smear over Tyr's skin.
Tyr licked his lips, snapping the trail over his parted lips, and Harper moaned again, staring at his spit-shiny lips, his come slowly dripping in slashes down his face to the pillow bellow.
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