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“Ok, so this is embarrassing,” Jason blinks at Tim.
Tim blinks back at Jason, or more like at the many tentacles growing out of the man’s lower body, waving merrily at him. When he reaches over to poke at one of them, they all draw back a bit, as if embarrassed. It’s fascinating.
“Not really,” Tim tells Jason as he finally manages to snag a tentacle, and holds it between two fingers. “Is this… permanent?” He asks, and licks his lower lip.
Jason’s many tentacles curl around him as the man whimpers.
“No. Constantine said it should be gone in a few hours. Well, he said I’ll turn back into a real boy so I hope he meant… that. So Tim... Uh… Could you stop doing that for a minute, please? It feels kinda weird.”
Tim drops the tentacle he’s been fondling like an idiot, and instantly feels horrible.
“I’m sorry. I… What do you need? I have a big bathtub, or if you want the bed. Or even just to be undisturbed until-”
“Oh. No… Actually I was wondering if you wanted to… You know.”
Tim blinks. He looks to the side where Damian is filing his nails on his shirt. His ears are practically glowing red.
“You mean…”
“Yup. I mean I’ll admit I don’t really know what’s what so we’ll have to figure it out together but I’m pretty sure my dick is still in there somewhere. In… whatever form, that is.”
Tim is sort of horrified to see his hands shaking as he reaches over to touch Jason’s arm.
“You’re sure?”
“Yep. I mean why else would I ask grumpy there to give my floppy ass a ride to see if you wanted to take advantage of…” he waves with his tentacles, a few wriggling over to land on Tim’s hips. “Well, this.”
Tim shivers.
“Maybe you should wash up first? Or are you… are you comfortable?”
“I don’t know? I mean I feel fine and it’s only temporary, but yeah, I had to crawl over stuff so who knows what’s stuck on these babies. I’d hate to stuff you full of germs or something.”
Tim shivers.
Getting Jason into his sinfully huge bathtub is imperative now.
He looks over at Damian, who whips his head around to stare at something other than Jason's squirming tentacles. Tim can see his blush. He could probably see it from space. Maybe Tim isn’t the only monsterfucker in their dysfunctional family…
There’s a fun thought!
Tim looks back at Jason, and gives him an incandescent grin.
“I have a really big bathtub.”
***
Jason is bedazzled by Timmy’s grin. The baby bird looks at him, at his tentacles with hearts in his eyes, and Jason knows he chose well. It was worth it to put up with Damian’s harping, even if the kid was strangely quiet after they managed to harangue Jason’s many appendages into the batmobile.
Damian’s a good kid. Teenager. Whatever.
And he’s horny, too. Jason is happy he didn’t have to explain his plans or movies, because the kid… Oh yeah.
Oh wait.
Jason catches that shifty look, that blush and Tim grabs him by the arm and drags him in the direction of his big bathtub. It’d floor him if he could drop himself, but his tentacles are more inclined to follow Tim and attempt to climb around him. It’s probably the body heat, but Jason has hopes.
High hopes.
Really really high hopes that his dick is still there and available in some form, because damn. This is a dream come true. (If not for him, it is for Tim, that’s for sure. Tim lit up like a Christmas tree, or if Santa came early, and Jason would fuck him with his tentacles even if his dick went awol. He’s nice like that.)
He lets Tim lead him into the nice bathroom that has the sinfully decadent, huge bathtub. He shucks the top of his uniform (the bottom has been torn to shreds, so it’s fast. He watches as Tim almost brains himself while trying to remove his sweats and a tentacle shoots out to steady him.
“Oh nice!”
Tim gives him a grateful smile, and pats at it, fingers rubbing at the suckers.
“Very nice,” he agrees. And then he makes a face at the grey line left on his arm. “All right, change of plans. You get the first bath alone.”
Jason would feel bad, but safety first. He makes a conscious thought to climb into the bath as Tim starts the water. He sits down, or at least the approximation of it, with his tentacles curling up and flicking out at random intervals, and watches as the water turns murky brown.
“So I dunno if I can rub them clean one by one,” he starts, but jerks back when Tim leans in, brandishing a sponge. “We’ll tackle them one by one!”
Jason gives in. He lets Tim dump an alarming amount of sweet smelling shower gel or something into the water and on his tentacles, and then with Damian’s help, they start rubbing down each tentacle, trying to sort the clean ones to one side.
It goes well until Damian tugs on a smaller one, and Jason whimpers. Damian yelps and drops it. It plunges back into the water without Jason having taken a good look at it.
So the good news is, he still has a dick!
The bad news: they’ll have to find it again.
“You won’t happen to remember what it looked like?” Jason asks the kid.
“Pink,” the teen replies with a face as red as a cherry tomato. “No suckers.”
That makes sense.
“Right. Uh… lemme just…”
He reaches down and rummages around until he can find it. It's sort of nestled between the bigger, beefier ones. It’s smaller. Thinner. It’s also very sensitive to touch, but as he rubs at it, it grows.
“For heaven’s sake, Todd, stop fondling yourself!” Damian growls.
Jason gives him a pointed look.
“Unless you want this evening to end before it even starts, let me find my fucking cock, kid. It’s not like I know how these… things work, ok?”
Damian’s mouth falls open, then snaps shut.
“I… apologize.”
Jason blinks. He sees as a tentacle (one with suckers) slides over to curl around the teen’s wrist.
“It’s all right, kid. Don’t sweat it. Just… gimme some time. I’ve never had a prehensile dick before.”
Damian’s hand jerks back, and the tentacle plunges back into the water.
Jason chuckles, even if he feels a little offended.
“That wasn’t my dick, you know. It had suckers.”
That’s when Tim, so far mercifully silent, leans over and pulls the plug. They all watch as the water runs down. Then he starts the shower, and gives Jason a good rinse.
When it’s shut off, they look at each other.
“I’ll grab the lube,” Tim says, and all but runs out of the room.
Jason looks at Damian, who looks back at him. A pink tongue slips out to wet dry lips, and Jason thinks he’s in trouble. He just hopes his dick will be up for the challenge.
He wonders how sex like this works. Maybe he should have asked Constantine, but… The way the older man looked at him made Jason want to run away.
He’s lucky Damian was there, because there was no need to ask the Brit what he was thinking about. It was telegraphed all too clearly, and Jason’s really, really not interested in that dumpster fire. He already has his own hot mess, or hot messes, thank you very much.
He jerks as Damian climbs into the bathtub next to him. His bare toes curl up a bit as a hesitant tentacle nudges at his ankle and curls around it.
“Sorry, I… I don’t think it’s conscious on my part, they just… seek the heat.”
Damian clears his throat, and surprises him with his soft voiced “It’s all right.”
Tim breezes back and looks at them with a manic grin. He’s already firming up, and Jason has to steady him again as he pretty much flings himself at them, so eager is his entry into the tub.
Tentacles flail everywhere as Tim slumps onto Jason, and they stare at each other. At least Tim looks sheepish.
“Ok, that might have been a bit too much but… who knows how long we have?”
Jason shrugs. He has no clue. He wishes he could have asked for more details. Well. Too late for that now. At least they can attempt to enjoy this while it lasts.
He lets Tim squirm around so he can re-plug the tub and start the water. He accepts the lube and uncaps it, and passes it over to Damian as he tugs Tim’s delectable ass towards him.
“Is it all right if I stretch you?” He asks, because he’s polite like that.
“Yeah sure,” Tim breathes on a whimper. “With the… the tentacles?”
Jason laughs awkwardly.
“Fingers, if that’s all right. I’m not sure my… tentacles are coordinated enough not to hurt you, but…” His tentacles curl around Tim’s thighs and pull them apart, while another slinks slowly towards Tim’s winking hole.
“Whoa there buddy,” Jason yelps and grabs it, before it could breach Tim’s hole. “Careful there!”
Tim gives a moan that sounds disturbingly disappointed, so Jason slides a finger into his lover before he disappoints Timmy some more.
“I know,” Tim sobs as his fingers rub against a tentacle curling around his middle, “I know I shouldn’t but i really want it inside me. Do you think you could… you could let it-”
“Only if you wanna explain to Bruce about your shiny new rectal tear,” he tells Tim sternly. “Also I have my dick, and I’m pretty sure it’s freaky enough to satisfy, but at least it’s not gonna skewer you or something. I think.”
Tim whimpers.
“More?”
Jason gives him more.
And then he looks over at Damian, who’s up to 3 fingers in his own ass, delectably presented towards Jason, and he almost swallows his tongue.
“Jesus Christ you two are insane.”
“Says the man with its tentacles all over us,” snorts the little gremlin. “Hurry up, Todd, or you won’t have quite enough to satisfy either of us!”
Jason swallows.
“You want…?”
“I was hoping Drake would consider-”
The tentacles snap out and Damian is yanked over. The teen yelps as he’s strong-armed, or strong-tentacled, tugged under Tim under protest. Or perhaps it’s all just surprise, because he goes boneless as Tim’s arms curl around him.
Jason hears Tim coo at Damian and tell him soothing sweet nothings. He sees as Tim gently rubs his arms, his back, down his sides. He watches avidly as those clever hands part Damian’s cheeks, his tentacles helping the fun along as they tug Damian’s thighs apart, and then…
Damian whines as Tim enters him. The baby bird goes slow and careful, maybe too slow and careful as Jason sees Damian trying to buckle into the intrusion and take more in, but Tim isn’t willing. It’s probably just an attempt to be careful, but Jason has to grin at the absolute sheer need radiating from Damian.
The kid’s about crazy with need, and Timmy withholds it. Withholds skewering the kid on his dick, and it’s delicious. Damian is about to beg, to plead, to bargain, and Jason loves it. The gremlin has never been more beautiful.
He’s so taken with the pair and Tim’s excruciatingly slow intrusion, that he almost misses his new, weird, prehensile dick peeking out of the army of tentacles.
It slinks out like a heat seeking missile, and goes straight for Timmy’s glistening hole. It’s sliding against his fingers still stuck between the globes, and nudges up against Tim’s spread hole.
Jason tugs his fingers out gently, even amid Tim’s protests peppered with Damian’s needy mewls, and grabs at the tentacle. It’s sensitive, but at the same time… meaty. Weird. The texture is odd, but it’s slick, and Jason thinks… why the hell not?
He rubs it against Tim’s glistening, winking opening, and nudges it, nudges it again, until it breaches the baby bird.
He slides into Timmy like a sword in a sheath. It’s smooth and perfect. And deep. He leans closer so more can slide in. He pushes against the two boys, and Damian moans in pure pleasure as Tim is finally thrust further into him as Jason squeezes more of his penis tentacle? pentacle? inside.
“So uh… be careful, I think it can… grow?” He whispers to Tim, and both of them, Damian and he groan as Tim clenches down and jerks further into the teen.
“Please!” Tim whimpers. “Please do it!”
Jason blinks.
So fine, he should have expected that. But how is he to do it? It wasn’t a conscious decision on his part the last time.
“Well, I can try?” He offers, and pulls out a little to thrust in again.
Tim groans. He nuzzles Damian’s ear and buries his head in the crook of his neck as Jason plunges deeper inside him.
Damian is mewling. Jason reaches over to offer some sort of relief from the other end, but finds his cock encased in wet, squirming tentacles. He’s so surprised he thrusts into Tim harder, and the boys keen.
“More!” Tim demands.
Damian just sobs. It appears the boy is too far gone, and Jason just really wants to fuck Tim, so he throws caution to the wind. It feels too fucking good lodged so deep inside Tim’s bowels, and he’s seen what the baby bird can take, so… he goes for it.
He grabs Tim’s hips, and sets up a rhythm. It starts slow, but deep, and then he builds it up going faster and faster. He swears he has more nerves in his new cock, or maybe it’s like a long cockhead and nothing else. It’s so sensitive he sobs into Tim’s neck as he pummels the boy’s slick hole.
“It feels so fucking good,” he whimpers. “It’s so warm inside you. So soft. So deep. I love how you clench down on me, it’s fucking sinful!” He knows he’s babbling, but he can’t stop it. It’s too good.
He doesn’t even realize Tim has gone silent until he nudges him.
“Tim? You ok?”
Tim chokes.
“So full,” he moans, and Jason’s hand immediately slips around to slide between him and the absolutely gone Damian to feel at the young man’s stomach and the telltale bump.
“The fuck?!”
Tim’s hand clenches down on his wrist with alarming strength.
“Don’t pull out! Please! Just… keep going!” Tim begs him.
Jason starts rocking gently.
“Is it… is it good? Are you all right there Timmy?”
“Yes,” Tim whimpers. “So good. So big. More. Please?”
“Uh-huh, good. Dami, you ok there?”
There’s only gibberish coming from Damian. Jason tries to check, but the tentacles refuse to make way for his fingers. The kid’s whole package is buried under squirming tentacles, and the boy jerks at every thrust of their hips.
Jason hopes they haven’t broken the gremlin, because round two sounds like fun right now.
His thrusts pick up speed as he feels something building up somewhere around in his stomach region, and then… It feels… weird. A bit like imploding. Or maybe exploding. He feels as he crests that hill and he… orgasms?
His stomach is suddenly empty, and Tim…
He screams. It starts as a moan, and then he grows louder and louder, until he’s clinging to Damian and Jason’s hand as he sobs. Jason is worried, so fucking worried, but it feels good and Tim’s not saying stop.
“It's good!” He suddenly yells, and Jason realizes he is attempting to pull out, so he… he lets this thing run its course. He rests his forehead against the nape of Tim’s neck as he fucks into the baby bird until he feels it lessen. Until the need is gone and he’s completely empty.
His tentacles drop. He hears the plops as they plunge into the water, and he reaches around to feel at Damian, who’s flaccid and spent and completely gone. He sags into their arms, and he lets some rising, obedient little tentacles tug on him, until he’s sitting in the bathtub, cradled by squirming tentacles, back resting against the rim.
“Dami? Are you all right?”
One green eye slits open, and then closes, and a brown hand raises and waves languorously.
“I’m fine. I’m just glad your goddamn tentacles have finally let go of me.”
“Shit, kid, have they-”
Damian goes tomato red. Jason watches it with an open mouth as it climbs down his body in slow motion.
“I’m fine, Todd. Just stop. Stop asking already.”
Jason tries not to grin as Damian turns his face away, snub nose high in the air.
He looks back at Tim, who’s trying to stealthily inch over the side of the bathtub and towards a cabinet.
“Need help, Timmy?”
Tim freezes. And then he turns and looks at Jason. His face is pink, his eyes dazed.
“I need a plug. Can you just… move with me for now?”
Jason suddenly realized he’s still impaling little Timmy with his dicktacle (hah, he finally found the right word!) and he nudges closer to Tim as he snags the drawer he probably needs and pulls out…
“Whoa. Are you sure that’s gonna fit?”
Tim chuckles. Jason can feel the tremors in his dick. It’s fucking hot.
“Course it will. Just… don’t pull out yet, let me…``Jason watches with avid interest as Tim lines the thing up. “Ok, you can pull.”
Jason slowly pulls out. And pulls. And still pulls. It’s…
“Holy shit was it always this long?!”
“I think it grew in me,” Tim offers, and plunges the plug inside himself the moment Jason’s dicktacle pops out.
“Huh.”
He takes a good look at the tentacle. It’s pink and smooth, and it shrivels up a little in front of his eyes. It’s somewhat slick, but…
“Hey, so… Whoa!”
As Tim turns around Jason can kind of understand the need for the plug. It’s… Tim’s tummy is round. And sort of lumpy.
“What the hell is…. Oh god, no, please tell me it’s not more of those eggs?!”
Tim chuckles, and nudges Jason’s hands away.
“I don’t think so. Those felt really small. Yours are… bigger? And also squishy? Not to mention you’re a guy? So I think it’s… not eggs.”
Jason wants to reply that he’s a man all right, but also half tentacle monster, and magic can create weird things, but Damian’s yelp stops him in his tracks.
“Todd, mind your tentacles!” Damian snaps, his face crimson.
“Oh, oops, sorry babybat, it’s kind of hard to keep track of all of them. I’m only used to having one with a mind of its own, not… A bazillion.”
He reaches down to tug the overeager tentacle away from between Damian’s legs, and is a little intrigued by the way Damian squirms at the action.
“Hmph. Just make sure they aren’t-Todd! For fuck’s sake!”
Jason blinks down and sees as his tentacles are pulling the teen’s legs apart and squirm against his hole. They’re not trying to breach him, but there are little suckers against the winking ring, and an adventurous tentacle is fondling the kid’s balls.
He can’t fail to notice that Damian is already sporting a semi.
“Uh. Sorry?”
“Just…” Damian sighs, and studiously refuses to look Jason in the eyes. “Use more lube if you… you know.”
Jason blinks.
“Uh. Whoa. You sure?”
Damian nods at his middle and Jason looks down.
“Whoa. There’s… more than one. Would you look at that?” he reaches down to part his meaty tentacles to find… more than one of these guys. There’s… three? Four? How many of these things does he have? Are they single use?
“That’s weird. I wonder if I can use more than one at the same time.”
“Not in me you won’t!” Damian yells indignantly, hands jerking down to hide his twitching hole.
“Oh I didn’t mean like that,” Jason hastens to add, because the kid looks alarmed now. “More like… Both of you? At the same time?”
He sees as Damian’s eyes shoot over at Tim, and his hands fall away. Tim… just grins. His teeth are white and very… There’s more teeth Jason has ever seen.
“Oh babybat,” Tim purrs. “You won’t regret it. It’s amazing!”
Jason pulls back as Tim slides over to tug Damian over. He grabs the lube bottle and preps the boy himself, even though he just fucked that winking, pink little hole. Jason watches, feeling himself rising as Damian’s hole is nudged open. He watches as Tim stuffs his fingers in. He watches as Tim’s come dribbles out slowly and steadily with every push.
“Oh fuck,” he moans, and sees not one, not two, but three of his pink, sucker-less tentacles rise up, looking for… for holes to stuff themselves into. “Jesus.”
“Well, look at that,” Tim declares with a smirk. “Come, Dami, let me help you.”
And the kid goes. He lets Tim pull him closer. He touches Tim’s swollen stomach and bites his lip as the young man maneuvers him closer to Jason. The tentacles squirm around their ankles and shins, pulling them even closer. They curl around Damian's legs, sliding up his thighs and pulling them apart, pulling the boy up until he’s wholly suspended by them. They all watch with bated breath until the kid is pulled closer, still facing Tim, and then…
Jason can’t stop it. It squirms out so fast. Or maybe he’s just too stunned. One minute it’s just waving about between all the other tentacles, and the next minute it’s squirming between Damian’s legs. The tentacles, the ones with the suckers, pull the kid’s cheeks apart even further, and it squirms inside with a slick sound.
It plunges into the teen, and Jason feels it. He feels Damian’s hot insides, feels as the kid’s walls grip him. Feels as he slides in millimetre by millimetre.
Damian’s eyes open wide, as does his mouth, but no sound is coming out. Jason watches, stunned, as the thing squirms and squirms until Damian squirms with it.
“It's so deep,” the kid whimpers, and Jason lunges forward to grab the damn appendage, even if it feels good. (So fucking good he could cry.)
“Wait,” Tim says and grabs Jason’s hand and holds it in a vice grip, watching Damian like a hawk. “Dami? You good?”
“It’s so deep, Timothy. It’s… I feel it. It’s still squirming inside me. It’s so… full.”
Jason watches as the kid’s eyes roll back, as drool dribbles down at the edge of his mouth and he lunges, uncaring about the out of this world pleasure it gives him to be inside that hot body, only to be yanked back by Tim.
“Dami? Good or bad?”
There’s some gibberish, and some mewling, before Damian blinks, and he’s raising a hand to lay it against his stomach. There’s nothing there yet, but Jason can feel himself inside. He can feel that hesitant touch.
“Good. So good. I want more. Todd, I want more!”
Jason whimpers.
“Not sure you can handle more, kiddo.”
“Please,” Damian whimpers. “I need it!”
Jason wants to retort, but he feels… heat.
He looks to the side to see Tim raised. His tentacles have woven around his legs and a tentacle is between his asscheeks, just like with Damian. The plug is sitting precariously against the rim of the tub while Jason’s other tentacle is sliding up inside his passage.
“Jesus Timmy that’s… can you even take it?”
Tim just grins at him, and reaches over to the last waving pink tentacle, and grabs it.
Three things happen at the same time.
The tentacle inside Damian plunges even deeper into his hole, and the boy wails.
The tentacle inside Timmy’s bowels slides deeper, and Tim groans.
Jason, brain overloaded by all these sensations, loses it a little. He loses it even more as Tim pulls the third dicktacle closer, and sucks it down like he never had a gag reflex.
Jason’s mind shorts out. He doesn’t know where to look at. He doesn’t know what to feel. He can feel Timmy’s squishy insides as his dicktacle nudges into soft bowels. He can also feel Damian's tight hole as it hugs him and clenches around his flesh like a vice. And lastly, he can also feel Tim’s throat contracting around him as he’s getting sucked off. They’re all conflicting sensations, all happening to his dick, but all separate, and his brain isn’t equipped to handle… thinking.
He really doesn’t want to, he clings to his sanity for as long as he can, but as Tim squeezes down on him, and Damian squirms even further, he can’t. He checks out.
He feels something snapping in him as he just… he lets go. He lets it wash over him as his eyes slide this way and that. He watches as Damian’s hand reaches over to grab Tim’s as he sobs. He watches as tentacles, more tentacles squirm around they boys' bobbing red cocks, squirming around and hiding them from their eyes and they engulf them in sticky coils. He watches as the boys bounce on his tentacles, the dicktacles, getting fucked in tandem by Jason.
He wants to do… something, but he can’t. He’s unable to move as his tentacles handle the… the thing. The fucking. The fucking of his two, consenting lovers who both seem completely gone.
Damian’s eyes are glazed over as he drools and hangs onto Tim’s hand as a lifeline. Tim’s eyes are rolled back as he sucks, or is just nursing at the tentacle stuck down his throat. He bobs in counterpoint to Damian, his filled belly swaying as he’s pummeled by Jason’s third tentacle.
It’s too much.
It’s too much for Jason’s psyche and his oversensitive body whose brain is only used to one single dick, and not three stuck into different orifices.
He comes.
He sees as Damian’s eyes bulge out, and he chokes. There’s no sound apart from Jason’s whimpers and grunts and the slick sounds of the tentacles as they still try to squirm deeper as the load, or whatever Jason had in him is deposited into each of the orifices. He actually sees as the tentacle in Tim’s mouth distends as something slides down and into Tim’s mouth. He wants to yank it out when he sees Tim choking around it, but he can’t.
He has no strength left in him. The tentacles sucked it all out of him. He stares, powerless, as his lovers are filled up with whatever the tentacles feed into them.
He wants to help, but he can’t even speak.
It’s Tim, who pulls the tentacle out of his mouth. He coughs until he almost retches, and a round, squishy thing rolls out into the palm of his hand that’s not taken and still held by Damian.
He squeezes it between his fingers until it bursts, and he licks it.
Jason wishes he could tell him not to, because it could be dangerous, it could be anything, but he has no strength in him.
Tim pauses after the lick, tilts his head, even while he’s still getting filled by the other tentacle (oh god) and looks over at Jason.
“It’s come,” he tells him, before he takes a better look at Jason. “Oh fuck!”
Things kind of… happen fast after that. Jason thinks he flops backwards as Tim tugs his limbs out of the tentacles’ grip, and then he’s caught. He still… he still feels the delicious, maddening heat around him as his dicktacles are still stuffed inside both boys’ holes and Jason can’t even function. Or anything.
So he lets Tim take the wheel. He lets Tim lay him down against the side of the tub gently while Tim grabs the plug, and gives Jason a show as he tugs his dicktacle out, and stuffs the plug in. It’s hot. Jason just wishes he could appreciate it, but he’s just so…
He watches as Tim tugs the other dicktacle out of Damian, and he can feel every excruciating second of it. The teenager’s heat is so scorching, his hole’s grip so tight Jason thinks he’s going to tear and his cock is going to stay stuck inside Damian forever, but it pops out, and it’s… good.
It feels amazing.
He watches as Tim takes a moment to check Damian out, who looks a bit shaky as well, so he tugs the boy down, until he’s sitting in the tub across from Jason. His legs are spread, and Jason has a perfect view of his rounding stomach and his hole that opens around one of those round things Tim thinks is come, and pushes it out. And then it struggles to close up.
And then it winks open again, rounding out around another little ball as it is also expelled, and shrinks closed. Again and again it keeps pushing little squishy balls out as Damian’s body trembles, the kid looking completely checked out. His eyes gaze off into the distance, while his mouth is open, trying to form soundless words. Jason would feel proud of having fucked the kid into silence, only…
He feels as Tim crouches over him. He feels a pinch on his arm, and his head slumps over as he turns it to check.
“Just a saline drip,” Tim reassures him. “I think you lost a lot of fluids.”
Jason wants to say things, but he still can’t do a thing.
“It’s…” Tim sighs. He looks sad. He looks awful. “I’m sorry, I think… I think maybe you weren’t made to use… more of your tentacles. These sperm packets probably took a lot out of you.”
Jason wants to blink. He wants to ask about sperm packets, but he’s too tired. He can’t even think.
He just turns his head to the side to watch as Damian expels sperm packet after sperm packet, his body twitching and his eyes sliding shut. He watches the kid until his belly flattens out, until his eyes slide open and he looks less… Less fucked out.
“Todd.”
“I don’t think he can speak yet,” Tim tells the kid. “I think we should warm him up. Here, put the plug back in.”
Warm water rains down on Jason, and he sits there with his limbs akimbo and the saline dripping into him, not even realizing he only has the 4 usual, normal limbs. And a single cock.
That night, as his lovers help him shuffle into the centre of the bed, grateful that the saline is out of his arm, he sighs.
“It was good, but if I ever get turned into a tentacle monster again, we’re taking it slow, you got that?” He feels as his lovers nod against his chest, and he smiles. “Gotta say, it was hot, tho. Filling up the both of you… How does it feel exactly?”
Tim shrugs.
“Good,” Tim says, and tugs Jason’s hand over to rub against his flat stomach. Really full, but good.”
“Full,” Damian nods. “And intense. You should try it.”
Jason thinks long and hard about it.
“Tell you what. Next time either of you get turned into a tentacle monster, I’ll be all over it.”