Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 12:34:39 -0500
From: prime12357@hush.com
Subject: "Wormhole, Part 1" (SF/fant, Reluct, Bond, milking)

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(ST: "Wormhole" - SF/Fantasy, NC, Bond, Milking)


WORMHOLE - Part 1
by Prime12357


The thing moved closer to my cock. I struggled again in the straps but
couldn't move more than a few inches, not enough to keep the undulating
form from approaching my fear-limp dick. It seemed to track my movements,
pausing and swaying slightly as it extended a thin, finger-like tendril
toward my cock. I tried to shout and thrash my body free, but the gag and
firm straps kept me muffled and immobilized. The tendril barely touched my
dick, bobbing slightly as it seemed to "sniff" its way toward the tip.

With a sudden deliberate slowness, the thing reared up, opened at the
front, and began to slide over my helpless cock. My breathing mixed with
screaming, but only I could understand the sounds.

Next to me, Kent said aloud, "This is my favorite part."


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For years Kent was my hookup, but not in the purely sexual sense. Playing
with Kent was always an experience that broadened my horizons. He was a bit
older than me and gave me my first blowjob during a sleepover while I acted
like I was sleeping. In high school, I watched countless porn movies on his
parents' couch while he slowly stroked me to one orgasm after another. The
first fingers to push against my virgin prostate? Kent. And when my first
experience with e-stim had me twitching and groaning, it was Kent who
answered my cries for it to stop by smiling and turning up the power,
watching my dick grow stiff, purple, and dripping strings of precum as I
helplessly rode the brutal currents, eventually forcing my untouched cock
to spit ropes of semen as I screamed into my own wadded up sock.

Kent was my gatekeeper to a world of erotic sensations I couldn't find
anywhere else -- certainly not at home where the sex was good but very
mainstream. For years -- since a time when our balls were smooth and
botoomless -- Kent and I had a secret arrangement that benefit both of
us. Basically, in return for letting him "molest" me, I experienced
body-wracking orgasms from sensations no straight man should ever know. No
part of my body was off limits to Kent, inside or out, and he?d witnessed
me in conditions my wife couldn?t begin to imagine.

Still, I knew I was safe with him, that I wouldn't get hurt or left with
suspicious marks to explain, but I also knew that he'd sometimes completely
ignore some of my boundaries and limits. In other words, if it meant I
would get off, Kent ignored my groans and begging to watch me writhe and
gasp in the grips of some new pleasure.

But life interfered and we both moved and time rolled by. We stayed in
touch, but it had been a few years since Kent last forced my cock to scream
cum and my memories of it were blurred by the regular supply of pussy at
home. So when I showed up recently on his doorstep, he welcomed me like a
spider welcoming a fly. We chatted a bit about his job and my marriage,
playing catch-up, and despite the years packing some pounds on him, my cock
started to tingle at the prospect of what might happen. But that wasn't why
I came to visit and I tried to keep things light. Kent had other ideas.

"Come on upstairs," he said during a lull in our conversation. "I have
something to show you."

And like always, I followed him up into his room. Locking the door behind
us, Kent dimmed the lights some. "I thought of you immediately when I found
this," he said. "I know how you love to cum, especially when it's out of
your control."

"What is it?" I asked.

He smiled and nodded toward the bed. "Get undressed and lay on your back."

I hesitated. Suddenly I remembered a time in high school, lying naked from
the waist down on the edge of Kent's bed, his tongue drifting down across
my balls then suddenly flicking around my puckered hole as I tried to
protest. But he pushed my legs up higher, leaving me panting and staring at
the ceiling as his tongue raped my ass. I was hooked. My dick pulsed at the
memory, and looking at Kent now, excited to have me as his ?plaything? once
again, I caved. As I stripped down, still comfortable with exposing myself
to him all these years later, he brought a large portable lockbox case out
of the closet.

"Go ahead and pull the straps up,? he said. ?We'll need those."

I brought nylon straps with Velcro cuffs onto the bed from the corners,
strategically positioned for those opportunities when Kent needed some help
to keep his "victims" secure. In fact, these restraints held me fast during
my last trip here as I helplessly rode wave after wave of electro
stimulation while Kent watched.

He placed the lockbox on his desk and began snugly attaching the cuffs to
my wrists and ankles. Next came some thick cargo straps across my body,
pressing me firmly against the cum-stained flannel sheets (only a fraction
belonging to Kent, the rest to previous donors?at least a few of the donors
unwilling, I was sure).

Finally, I was fastened to the bed, barely able to move. Kent turned on the
radio, something heavy and techno, and began opening the case. "I had a guy
use one of these on me a couple times and it was unlike anything I'd ever
seen. And recently he gave me one of my own. It's very rare, Japanese, only
a few known to exist."

I was more than a little intrigued and growing impatient with Kent's
theatrics. He pulled a translucent plastic snap-top container about the
size of a shoebox out and set it on the edge of the bed. "Dude," I said,
"what the fuck is it?"

He smiled a little, a typical Kent look, but with something almost
diabolical in his eye. "It's...like a dream. And a nightmare."

I froze at that for a moment, a premonition of tomorrow's "Unidentified
Victim Found" headline in my head, but then remembered this was Kent and
how he loved dramatic flair. I relaxed again but my hands and feet had
started to grow cold with anxiety.

"Is it some new electro toy?" I asked, trying to get some more information
out of him. He shook his head.

"No, not quite," he said, and very clearly I saw the container move
slightly on its own. Now I was getting freaked out.

"Hey, I don't think?"

But Kent cut me off. "It's pretty cool actually, once you get into it." And
then he laughed, mostly to himself. "Or I guess once it gets into you,
too."

Before I could say anything else, Kent pulled the lid off the container and
gently "poured" its contents onto the bed between my legs. Well, it didn't
pour ... not exactly.

What tumbled onto the sheets was a large blob of clearish jelly. Or at
least that's what it looked like. As it came to rest, it seemed to settle
into a semi-solid form and I stared at it in a mix of amazement and fear.

It was about six inches wide at the "front" with a tapering body that
stretched about 20 inches long where it looked almost like a blunted
tadpole tail. On the "front" of it was a small, clenching "mouth" and
numerous little finger-like projections that continuously changed in size
and shape. It was almost crystalline in appearance but slightly opaque, and
it reminded me of a silicone breast implant I'd seen before. Squishy but
oddly solid. And it seemed to be aligning itself with its "head" toward my
exposed crotch.

"Kent, what the fuck, man," I protested. "This is too fucking weird. I
don't know what the fuck this thing is but?" and that was about all I got
out before the gag went on. Quickly Kent snapped it behind my head and I
was left breathing heavily through my nose as the fear I felt spread
through my chest.

"I know, I know," Kent said. "I freaked out too my first time. But believe
me, you'll fucking love this thing. I promise."

While he spoke, the thing moved slowly, like an inchworm, searching the air
around it. It moved closer to my crotch and I reflexively tried to squirm
away. No use.

"Just relax, okay?" Kent said. "Once it starts, it won't stop, and it seems
to want that cock of yours." It slid even closer to me. "Just wait, you'll
see." Even closer.

Kent continued: "It's a type of tubeworm, I guess. Something they found off
the coast of Japan, some fucked up lifeform that doesn't get energy like
most animals do. The guy who showed it to me says it gets its energy from
amino acids or protein or some shit like that." He looked at the thing for
a moment. "Basically, it loves cum. Can't get enough of it, actually."

It moved closer and my struggling got more intense but all I was doing was
working myself up, there was no escape, no safeword, no hope of making it
stop unless Kent stopped it. I looked at him as pleadingly as I could
manage.

He looked back and gave me that smile again, the fucking jerk. "I'm sorry,
man, I know you're scared. I was, too. But just one time and you'll be
hooked." Again with the little laugh. "Yeah, you'll be hooked...and so will
it."

The fat worm sent out a finger-probe and "sniffed" at my flaccid cock, a
drop of precum still hanging from the tip from my earlier horniness. The
finger-probe zeroed in on this, almost touched it, then retracted. I knew
something was about to happen and I began struggling like never before.

It lifted up slightly, the hole in the "head" opening about an inch wide. I
couldn't make out what was inside but it wasn't smooth. Did I see bumps?
More finger projections? Cilia? Teeth?

Kent smiled. "This is my favorite part."

With a steady deliberate motion, it began to open wider and engulf my
cockhead, touching me, covering me with a slightly cool smoothness. I
screamed frantically around the ball-gag as the worm slid onto my dick. And
barely noticed that something inside of it was also pulling me into
it. Slowly sucking in my dick, swallowing my cock whole.

Once I was completely inside of the worm, its "mouth" pressed against my
pubic bone, I waited for the inevitable pain. The bite that would remove my
cock forever. I knew it was coming and I accepted it. I was probably going
to die.

And then it began stroking my cock.

Kent watched my face as I froze in confusion and then stared distantly in
slow realization. As my breathing smoothed slightly and my panting turned
into a sudden moan that surprised me. Kent smiled again and said, "Told
you."

Inside the worm, my cock was pulled tight, stretched as long as it would
go, as hundreds of little fingers and bumps began a wicked stimulation up
and down the length of my dick. It was unlike any sensation I could have
ever imagined. It was the best blowjob, best handjob, best fuck ever,
combined and then multiplied. It was beyond ecstasy and it was getting more
urgent by the second. My cock was trapped but it didn't mind; it quickly
throbbed and thickened inside the worm.

My second moan emerged around the gag and Kent looked at me. "It's working
you pretty hard already, isn't it? God I love to watch this thing work a
guy. Watch it suck and stroke and lick your cock until you can't help but
give it your cum.

"Okay, a few things you should probably know." I tried to focus on Kent
standing next to the bed but found myself slowly trying to hump my hips and
pushing my head against the bed as the worm went to work on my stiffening
dick.

"So like I said, this thing loves cum. It feeds on it, it's how it
lives. Or I guess that's how it lives now. It doesn't need to eat all the
time but when it does, it eats a lot." I looked at him, and he read the
question on my face and shrugged. "I don't know, like a half cup. Maybe
more."

What??? My expression, between moans, must have said volumes to Kent.

"I know, seems like a lot, but it does all the work, so all you have to do
is lay there and cum. And let me tell you, this thing will make you cum
harder and more often than you ever thought you could. It hasn't even
gotten started, dude, believe me. It's got some tricks that will have you
on the ceiling soon. That's why I had to gag you. The people next door will
think someone is dying in here, and they wouldn't be too wrong.

"See, the other thing you need to remember is that now that this thing
started, it won't stop until it's done, until it's full. It's locked onto
your dick and you're kinda here for the ride. There's no getting it off
without killing it and it won't go quietly. Let's just say I wouldn't want
MY dick in it when it died, you know?"

Despite how nervous I was growing, my cock was growing inside the worm more
every second, somehow pumped fuller and stiffer than I've ever felt it. The
army of projectiles continued to flick, rub, and stimulate my dick,
focusing more and more attention to the edges of my bloated
cockhead. Moaning again and quickly losing control, I felt a dollop of
precum working further and further up my urethra.

Kent watched me for a moment and looked at a clock on the table. "You have
no idea how much you're going to cum, dude. The next couple hours are going
to be like heaven and hell, trust me."

My body was tensing, my hips slowly pushing up, offering even more of my
dick to this thing attached to me, trying to somehow get even more
sensation from it. But my stiff prick was trapped inside it and I was a
slave to whatever this worm did to me. I tried to not concentrate on the
feelings, tried to ignore the endless waves of pleasure that swirled around
and over my cock, but I was helpless to stop it. I was going to cum soon,
there was no doubt about that. Despite my fear and disgust, this creature
was demanding I give it my semen. I moaned again.

Then something new happened. As the precum began to ooze out of my dick, a
dozen tiny tendrils suddenly attacked my piss-slit, lapping up the liquid
as it emerged; but when it did, it also pushed open the lips of my
cockhead, reaching the tips of countless tiny probes just inside my
urethra. I was inside the worm but now it was going inside me, too.

I was about to cum.

I looked at Kent with pleading eyes, whimpering behind the gag for him to
stop the rape of my cock by this creature before I finally came, but he
only stared at me like he was stoned, a look of pure lust on his face as he
watched my body writhe in front of him.

"Fuck yeah, man," he said aloud. "Fuck, you're going to shoot, aren't you?
It's making you cum already." He rubbed at his own crotch through his jeans
and his tongue absently touching his open lips. "Can you feel it fucking
your cockhole? Going inside you to get the cum? Just wait, man, just
wait..."

I realized what Kent must have seen when he looked at me. I was naked,
spread-eagle, arms and legs pulled tight toward the corners of his bed,
gagged and moaning, trying to escape as this worm pulled and lapped at my
stiff dick. It was trying to feed on my cum, milking me like a cow, raping
my cock with pleasure as I helplessly bucked and thrashed under its
assault. Looking down, I saw my own body splayed out, my legs wide, feet
still covered by white socks that were coming loose in the struggle. I
watched my toes move involuntarily inside the flopping socks as my heels
pushed down, trying to shove my hips up?trying to shove more of my dick
into the worm.

Inside the translucent creature, I saw the dull, flesh-toned mass of my
cock surrounded by a glimmering blur as thousands of tiny cilia stroked and
flicked at my dick. It was learning quickly what made me bounce under it,
focusing more and more attention to the edges of my sensitive dickhead. It
was driving me mad, stimulating me over my entire dick but refusing to give
me the stroking motion I was accustomed to. It was like being forced to
orgasm from having my cock tickled.

Suddenly I felt the lips of my piss-hole pulled even wider and a larger
cluster of tendrils quickly breach my urethra, probing even deeper inside
my cock, forcing more panting groans from me. As one tendril retreated,
pulling tiny dabs of precum out, another quickly entered in its place,
pushing just a fraction of an inch further down inside me. A quarter
inch. Half an inch. Pushing deeper still. It felt like a wad of cum being
pulled out then pushed back inside me over and over.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I took a breath. I froze, my muscles
locked. I opened my mouth behind the gag and stared past the ceiling above
me. And then I screamed.

I came.

To my right, Kent whispered, "Oh fuck yeah."

With my cock twitching and bouncing but not yet shooting cum, my orgasm
began. Spreading from my cock to my hips to my back and on down my body, my
entire being began heaving and humping. And then iron cables of muscle in
my neck strained and my muffled screams grow even louder as the semen burst
out of my imprisoned cock.

As the first ribbon of cum exited my dick, the worm tendrils pulled out all
at once, the sensation like a seizure in my penis, making the wad feel
twice as big as it was. Then immediately after the shot came out, a
pencil-width cluster of cilia blasted through my cum-widened piss-hole and
halfway down my cock, seeking out more semen. As the second shot spewed out
through my urethra, the cilia exited with it, the deep recesses of the worm
slurping up my cum; meanwhile, the cilia dove again into my cock, even
further this time. And so it continued for each deminishing shot, the
worm's probing wad of tendrils fucking their way back into my throbing cock
between jets of semen. It felt like each wad was shooting out and then back
into my dick.

Pleasure, fear, ecstasy, agony, all blended together as my cock spit hot
semen into the worm as it continued to work me over unabated, sending me
into orgasmic fits in the straps. My cries behind the gag blended into one
continuous inhuman moan, and my body still arched up, offering myself to
the creature.

My cock strained inside the worm, my orgasm subsiding, and cum flow
tapering off, when the tendrils abruptly drove deeply down my urethra,
almost to the base, and began "fluttering" inside me. While my piss-lips
strained to accommodate the probing tentacles, any discomfort only added to
the indescribably erotic sensation. The tiny tips tickled the inside of my
cock in waves that moved up and out, while the mouth of the worm flicked,
nibbled, and polished my cockhead with renewed vigor.

Barely did the first orgasm stop when the second began. A feeling unlike
anything I've ever known swept over me, a pure mind-crashing sense of
release, as I realized my dwindling orgasm was given new life, and my
breathing grew raspy. With a silent, open-mouthed scream, I suddenly
twitched uncontrollably and dumped fresh cum into the worm, the tickling,
probing fingers refusing to stop their attack on penile nerves that were
rarely used and now overloaded.

"Try to fight it, man," Kent muttered. "But it's going to take it all. It
won't stop until you're dry"

For another minute, my body continued to jerk and twist in the straps as it
unwillingly supplied the worm with my second seemingly endless cumshot. But
eventually the sensations grew almost painful, and the pumping of my
prostate muscles trickled into faint twitching, even as the cilia continued
to "flow" inside my cumtube. The orgasm fading and simply unable to cum
anymore, my body grew relaxed and still except for a low pitiful moan from
my throat.

But the worm was only getting started. Everything it had been doing, it
continued to do. The cilia worked my cock, inside and out.

With increasing discomfort, my cock sent signals to my brain that enough
was enough. The exact same sensations that were pure bliss moments before
grew harsh and raspy on my spent prick. Reflexively my torso twisted to
escape the stimulation but I was trapped. Trapped on the bed while my penis
remained trapped inside the insidious creature.

I turned to Kent with growing protests behind the gag but his lust-filled
eyes only watched me writhe. "Here it comes, man. This is where it gets
really interesting. And where you really need that gag."

Something nudged at my ass.


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TO BE CONTINUED.