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Nigel had woken up with a serious case of morning wood, and after a few minutes of lazy teasing through his pants he decided to do something about it. He pulled out the lube from the nightstand and had a nice leisurely wank. It was honestly a great way to start his weekend, really helped him relax after the week's stress.
Afterwards he got up to wash up but instead he nearly had a heart attack as he almost ran into Mr Bonzo, who had been lurking just outside his door.
"Christ. You can't keep doing that to me."
Nigel wouldn't say he was completely comfortable with his monstrous roommate, but he would have gone mad long before now if he didn't allow himself to talk out loud around him. He rarely reacted to what he said anyway so he didn't think it mattered too much.
He paused before sidling around him, looking back to his bedroom. His bed was just in view. Had Bonzo just watched him jerk off? To what end? Nigel hadn't been particularly quiet about it, believing he had been alone... a flush of heat went through him at the thought of Bonzo getting something from that.
Nigel looked up again at his unmoving smiling face and shuddered before moving around him to get to the shower. He went about his day, doing the best he could to put the encounter out of his mind. Mr Bonzo had gone back to his room, which made the endeavor that much easier.
***
It was a few weeks later when Nigel found himself half awake in bed, a sound must've woken him up but he couldn't be arsed to figure out what it was. Seemed to be another morning to be plagued with a morning boner, but he wasn't awake enough to want to do much about it yet, so he just turned onto his stomach to lazily rut against the mattress.
He was just getting into a decent rhythm when he heard the floor creak, he opened his eyes just in time to see Mr. Bonzo looming over him. He wrapped his big meaty arms around him and yanked him out of bed, immediately sitting down, pulling Nigel into his lap.
"Bonzo, what the hell?!"
Nigel struggled, but Bonzo was far too strong, one big hand against his chest holding him tight. When Bonzo's other hand went to his crotch, Nigel felt a weight drop in the pit of his stomach.
"Oh No. Nonononono."
He tried to pull away, but one of Bonzo's claws grazed his stomach, tearing his sleep shirt and just breaking the skin. Nigel hissed in pain, jerking away, which meant leaning in closer to Bonzo's chest.
Unfortunately Nigel didn't realize his mistake until too late, Bonzo took the advantage, and used his big hand to trap him against his body. If he had little chance of escape before, there was next to none now.
Nigel shuddered violently. He avoided touching Bonzo whenever he could. He was always too warm, almost felt damp even if he wasn't actively wet, but the worst was touching the seam down Bonzo's front, which was always in a state of slow weeping, blood and other fluids of various colors and textures Nigel couldn't put a name to.
Even as Nigel struggled, Bonzo pawed at his crotch, just managing to roll the waistband of his pants down, releasing his hard cock, already leaking precome from his lazy rutting in bed.
When the palm of Bonzo's large hand pressed against Nigel's bare cock, he groaned in spite of himself. He had been working himself up right proper, and Bonzo's hand was warm, and just the right kind of firm.
"Bonzo.”
Christ, Nigel would never not be amazed at how Bonzo's voice resonated through his chest, it was even more intense pressed against him.
Bonzo then clumsily started to move his hand in a parody of what he likely saw Nigel doing, attempting to jerk him off, give him pleasure. Nigel was so torn, on the one hand it all felt very wrong. The way he was being pressed into Bonzo's flesh a little too far for comfort, like there was no skeletal structure under all that meaty flesh, plus the sweet smell of decay from the seam down his center, and his hot, meaty breath against his skin.
But there was a tiny voice in his head saying that all of that didn't matter because at some point in time, he had felt a fondness for Mr. Bonzo, before he was this monstrous thing, that maybe those feelings somehow translated over. The fact that Bonzo's palm felt surprisingly good against his aching cock certainly wasn’t helping. If he enjoyed the feeling, then what did it matter if he asked for it or not?
Struggling, he already found out, was not an option, every time he moved too much, one of Bonzo's claws would catch on his clothes, his skin, sometimes they did even when he kept still, his hand that was rubbing at his crotch would angle just wrong and scratch his thigh or his stomach.
So Nigel just closed his eyes tight and pretended this was just some fucked up horny dream he was having. That he was still in bed rutting against the mattress, not against Bonzo's massive unwieldy hand. He felt the tears slip from under his lids, unable to do anything about it, soaking his cheeks, spreading to Mr. Bonzo’s rubbery skin.
It wasn't long before Nigel felt that heat curl low in his gut, and his balls tighten as his orgasm slammed into him, spurting up his belly as Bonzo continued to rub and paw at him. He had clenched his teeth trying to stay quiet, but couldn't hold back a gasp at the building over sensitivity, Bonzo just kept going.
"Stop! Stop, Bonzo, please."
He finally released Nigel who rolled out of his lap onto the floor. Nigel lay there panting on his side, facing Bonzo to make sure he wasn't going to make a move to grab him again.
Bonzo lifted his hand — the one that was jerking him off — and Nigel saw a glimpse of his tongue as it swiped out to lick his come off his hand. Nigel shuddered, and closed his eyes. Bonzo's teeth were a horror all on their own, but his tongue was a whole other matter. Between its discolored, rotting appearance and the sheer size of it; Nigel was glad it only rarely made an appearance.
"Bonzo, Bonzo. Bonzo."
Nigel dared to open his eyes again as he heard the floor creak. Bonzo stood up, and lumbered out of the room.
He fully collapsed on the floor, tensed muscles finally giving out. He winced as he did so, he was going to have to do some serious cleaning, who the fuck knew what was all in Bonzo's claws, what kind of infections he could spread.
He lay there for a few more minutes, simply not having the strength to move. Eventually, Nigel took a deep shaky breath before heaving himself onto his feet. A shower, a proper clean of his new wounds, and throwing out the shredded remains of his sleep clothes were the most immediate tasks to accomplish. Then, if he had the energy, maybe he would attempt to find some locks he could put on his bedroom door. Though he doubted anything he could find would be able to keep a truly determined Mr. Bonzo out. Maybe he would just get back in bed and do his best to forget this morning ever happened.
Either way, Nigel had a strong feeling Bonzo was not done with him, and he would just have to find a way to cope.