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The moon hung vast and ominous in the cloudless dark, and out here, an hour beyond the city, it dwarfed the pines and few scattered houses. Gerard was tense in his seat as Frank slowed the car, turning onto a gravel drive that had been concealed by the shadowy woods. Despite the full moon, the driveway was long, and was swallowed up by darkness before he could see the end of it.
Frank’s energy was high, knee bouncing, eyes bright, teeth worrying at his lip as he approached their destination.
A low coil of desire simmered in Gerard’s belly. He didn’t know quite what his partners and sometime Doms had in store for him, but the memory of exactly what he’d circled and vetoed and peppered with exclamation marks made his throat grow dry and tight. Multiple scenarios were possible this Halloween Eve. And with Frank’s diabolical cleverness, and Grant’s sinister and psychologically deft theatricality, he was quite literally fucked--in the best, and worst, of ways. His heart swelled with affection for them, so grateful that he had people who loved him so much that they delighted in indulging his every fantasy as they satisfied their own.
Last Halloween, they hadn’t even known Grant. He and Frank had just been boyfriends, happy together and occasionally dipping into kink exploration, but now that Grant was here, they were all locked together in a perfectly intricate and lovely knot, Grant supplying the flame that had inspired them to love more deeply and explore more freely.
Last Halloween, it had been handing out candy to trick or treaters and sharing a bowl of popcorn as they watched an Evil Dead marathon. This year, Grant and Frank had decided to treat Gerard to a thorough exploration of some of his darker kinks and fantasies.
The negotiation checklist had been a couple of pages long, and extremely detailed. Gerard had prepared himself as instructed, showering, cleaning out, and plugging (he’d chosen the black silicone plug with the purple jewel in the center), wearing clothes that he wouldn’t mind getting ruined. So he was sweet-smelling and clean shaven, clad in a loose paint-stained t-shirt, its neckline stretched out and pocked with holes, and baggy sweatpants that may have been Frank’s. They hadn’t specified underwear, so he hadn’t bothered.
He heard the gravel crunching beneath tires, heard Frank humming along to the Misfits, the sound turned low, his fingers drumming out a beat on the steering wheel.
And finally, moonlight pierced the dense thicket of trees and Gerard spotted the house at the driveway’s end. His breath caught in his throat. This wasn’t reassuring.
It was an old farmhouse, probably, and looked ready for demolition. The porch sagged, a few boards were nailed over windows, and not a single light shone from within.
He knew this was supposed to be a haunted house experience, designed around his fantasies and preferences and limits, but for the first time it didn’t feel like he was about to throw open the door onto a glossy kink candyland. He wasn’t going to get molested by Sexy Jason Voorhees in a Party-City-decorated dungeon as music-video fog filled the room. The conjurations of Grant’s sadistic imagination and Frank’s horror-movie-schooled impishness were what lay in wait for him. They knew that he liked to be scared, like liked it, so of course they were going to play into that. He felt as if he were teetering on the edge of a deep well, that if he fell in, he would easily lose his grasp on reality in the most delicious way.
Frank parked in front of the chipped-away stone steps that led to the porch, and Gerard took a deep breath, clutching his seat belt.
“Fuck,” he whispered, and unbuckled it.
Frank grinned and squeezed his thigh. “Scared, babe?”
Gerard swallowed and nodded slowly, butterflies swooping in his stomach.
“Good.” There was that slight coldness in Frank’s tone, in his sidelong glance, that had Gerard ready to sink to his knees.
Frank opened his car door, gentleman that he was, and pulled Gerard out by the hand. He didn’t let go of him until they were on the porch, outside the ramshackle screen door.
He faced him then, stroking the platinum scruff of his hair, then the petal softness of his cheek, sighing inwardly as those beautiful doe eyes blinked at him in the shadows. He and Grant must have earned some good fucking karma to have won the love and the trust of this amazing man, and tonight was all about rewarding him, albeit in a very fucked up way.
Frank curled his hand around Gerard’s jaw, leaning up to kiss him softly.
“Love you, baby,” he said quietly.
“Love you too, Frankie,” and Gerard’s smile was brighter than the moonlight.
“Safeword?”
“Chickpea.” His smile widened, and Frank struggled to contain a giggle. Motherfucker was so cute it should be illegal.
“Signal?”
Gerard made a peace sign and tapped Frank’s bicep three times.
“Good. And remember, calling red---”
“—is also an acceptable safeword. And yellow if I need a break.” Gerard rolled his eyes. His two Doms had driven him into deepest subspace during scenes before and he hadn’t forgotten this, but he appreciated that Frank cared to review.
“Good boy.” Frank kissed him again. “Ready?”
Gerard took a deep breath and nodded, his stomach knotted, but not in an altogether unpleasant way.
“Go inside, then.” Frank nodded to the door, and Gerard pried open the creaking screen door, then turned the knob of the wooden one beyond it. It too creaked as he took that first step over the threshold, glancing wildly behind him for Frank.
Frank was gone.
His heart hammering now, Gerard paused, still in the doorway, gripping the knob. He could smell the dust and mildew of a house long abandoned, could see the cobwebs stringing the corners of the empty room he faced. He knew he could scream Red or Chickpea right now and his beloveds would appear to take him home, and they could snuggle together and have a cozy movie night with neither of them expressing disappointment or disapproval.
But he thought of the checklist, thought of the black gleam of Grant’s eyes when they had him by the throat, Frank nipping his neck from behind, raking his nails down his back. The keen pleasure of being bound and kneeling before them both, letting them drive him to the ecstasy that only sharp words and the slap of leather against his skin could deliver. The occasional roleplay they’d explored, Gerard gotten up as a slutty schoolgirl, Grant as a latex-clad headmistress. The deliciousness of them sometimes ignoring his pleas, his no! stop!s. Tonight was about them taking him apart and putting him back together as they had before, just with extras. He was safe. He was loved.
And so Gerard stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
He walked lightly, splintered floorboards creaking, nostrils flaring at the thick musty odor, picking up sharper scents as he crept towards another doorway. Something metallic that was reminiscent of blood, something that was peppery, gunpowdery, a hot flash of brimstone. A low red light filled the doorway, and the knot in his stomach relaxed, even as the hairs lifted on the back of his neck. Haunted house experience. Not real.
Still, he held his breath, nearly up on tiptoes now as he glanced into the next room. It was a large kitchen, cabinet doors hung askew or missing, the old linoleum gleaming under the dim lone bulb in the ceiling. What is that, 20 watts? Gerard thought before he caught the red glow of the room beyond the kitchen, and thought he saw the shadows stir.
There was a low growl, and Gerard froze, heart in his throat. The shadows leapt forward from the red room, massive black shapes, and they were on him before he processed the snarling muzzles, the sharp fangs, the dense spiky fur.
Werewolves, and they stank of sulfur and meat, looming almost seven feet tall. Three of them, and when he heard a fourth growl behind him, felt the hot breath of a smaller werewolf on his neck, he thought he might piss himself.
His eyes darted from side to side, and he lunged towards the direction of the front door, but one of the creature’s arms lashed out at him, sharp claws hooking into the neck of his tshirt, and it cut into his throat as he was hauled back. His ears were filled with snarling rumbles and harsh pants, and the wolves sliced his shirt from his body, their claws like razors, and he shuddered at the pleasure-pain of them raking his torso and breaking his skin.
“Fuck, fuck, no!” he cried out as the wolf behind him bit into his shoulder, pushing him forward into the others. It didn’t feel as though the skin was broken, but his flesh was gripped between powerful jaws and held there, more of an attempt to subdue than to eat.
The three before him growled lowly, seeming pleased as they sniffed at his neck and head, snagged his skin with their pearly claws, pressed furred muscle against his softness. He felt their cocks before he saw them, wet and hard and pressed against his ribs.
The werewolf behind him forced him down on his knees, and Gerard was dimly aware of his own cock throbbing against the rough lining of his sweatpants.
The first wolf-cock was massive and dark, its pointed head thrusting clumsily at his lips. The wolf snarled and pistoned forward, and Gerard opened his mouth, fearing the thrust might break his teeth if he didn’t. A rumble came from the creature’s throat as it thrust shallowly against his tongue, and soon his mouth filled with a thick, salty liquid.
The next wolf thrust inside his mouth, so deep he choked around it, drooling out a mouthful of spit and cum as the wolf rutted mindlessly into the back of his throat. A deep snarl, claws dug into his shoulders, and another thick spurt of hot cum followed. Gerard gagged, spraying the tile with jizz and spit and snot from his runny nose, his eyes burning from their stench, nostrils scorched by the bitter cum that had invaded his nasal cavity.
His eyes streamed with tears as the next werewolf went even deeper into his throat, his nose pressed into the rank animal smell of its fur, unable to breathe. His hand trembled, fingers ready to tap on its thigh, until it suddenly withdrew, letting him suck in one deep breath before it thrust back in. It continued fucking his mouth in smooth, deep, strokes, and Gerard moaned around the invading cock, suctioning his lips around it. The creature grunted and panted above him, and Gerard’s dick twitched in his pants. He was dimly aware that he might cum in them, just from being used like this. His hips rolled forward as the wolf’s rhythm grew frantic and then stopped, as it too pumped a load down his throat. He swallowed, moaning and drooling, trying to get a hand down his pants as the werewolves retreated to the shadows, golden eyes gleaming in the dark.
He was knocked down onto his stomach by the creature behind him before he could get a hand on himself. The wolf growled into his ear, and he felt its heated slobber on his neck. Its massive paws ripped at his sweatpants, and they were torn or pulled off, he didn’t know, but somehow his ass was bared and his thighs were forced open and the wet muzzle was nosing at his plugged hole. Claws bit at his sensitive skin as the plug was ripped from his body, and the wolf covered his back, pinning his chest to the floor as the hot blunt head of its cock pushed against his rim. He was glad of the prep and the plug because the wolf thrust all the way in at once, reaming him out. He sucked in a deep breath on the withdraw, but there was no time to adjust, just the thick, throbbing meat sawing in and out of him, brutally deep, the creature’s hips pistoning into him in an ancient rhythm.
Gerard tried to brace himself, but his hands slipped on the slick tile, and he whimpered, shaking, as the werewolf fucked him. His ribs dug into the hard surface, his cock trapped beneath his body, and he could feel his own wetness spreading under him, could hear the tiny little cries that each thrust wrung from him. He groaned as the wolf went deeper, faster, his orgasm perilously close as he felt the lash of its fur over his balls. He clenched his fists, not wanting to come until the wolf was done, wanted the sensation of being thoroughly used, of being bred, to carry him over the edge.
The furry snarling weight pounded him relentlessly, his insides battered and claimed by the cock driving into him. Gerard shrieked as he felt it swell and pulse within him, as the wolf panted and growled, biting into the tender meat of his shoulder once more as it filled him in long, hot spurts. At the final pulse it slammed its hips forward and held still, cock twitching against his tightening walls as it finished emptying inside him.
Gerard let go then, his clenching muscles milking the last drops of cum from the wolf as he cried into the dark, tears streaking his face. He was drooling onto the tile, the pleasure cresting until he was a trembling jizz-soaked mess. The creature pulled away from him, and Gerard pushed himself up onto hands and knees, arms and legs feeling like overcooked spaghetti.
He moaned as he tried to regain his equilibrium, dimly aware of the other wolves reemerging from shadow, all stroking their erect cocks as they advanced on him.
The smaller wolf leaned over him again, dragging his sweatpants the rest of the way off his legs.
“Run.” Frank hissed into his ear, and Gerard scrambled to his feet just as a werewolf attempted to take position behind him. There was a hallway to his right that he hadn’t noticed before, and he fled down it, limp dick slapping wetly against his thigh as he ran, werewolf cum running hot and sticky down his backside.
The hallway ended in a room that glowed green instead of red, and Gerard rushed forward. Had he run back to the kitchen, he would have seen Frank helping the three haunt actors off their stilts and out of their werewolf suits, suits that had been fitted with the dildos that had been down his throat. Dildos that had been filled with a mixture of lightly salted gelatin that Grant had concocted, to add to the realism. The only cum that had gone inside Gerard was Frank’s, Frank who was now struggling out of his own werewolf suit. He’d foregone the stilts, thinking they’d be too awkward to deal with when it came time to mount Gerard.
But Gerard hurtled through the doorway of another mystery room, coming to a standstill as fluorescent overheads flicked on and drove the eldritch green glow into the shadowy corners of the large white-tiled space.
He was standing before two women in lab coats. They were nearly identical, dark hair slicked back into severe buns, large glasses magnifying their eyes. One clutched a clipboard and pen, one stood with her latex-gloved arms crossed.
Both of them looked him up and down and laughed.
Gerard’s face flamed red up to the bleached roots of his hair, and he wrapped his arms around himself in an attempt to cover his privates and chest.
Static crackled from a speaker high up on the far wall, and Gerard saw the darkened window beneath it, revealing a silhouette at a dimly lit desk. Someone else was watching, too, and he mentally cursed himself as his cock twitched beneath his cupped hand. His humiliation and exhibitionist kinks were quite strong, and his body was about to betray him.
“Looks like a nice juicy morsel’s flown into our web.” A seductive voice filled the room, and Gerard did not relax when he recognized it as Grant’s. Rather, his breathing sped up and his cock plumped up a little more.
“A filthy one,” the woman with the clipboard said with a sneer, raking his naked body with a disapproving gaze.
“Mm, but perhaps he’s suitable for our purposes, still. Clean him up, please. And the usual tests.”
The gloved woman laughed and steered him towards a glass-walled shower that had been installed near what looked like an examination table. Several kinds of nozzles and hoses were hung on the shower wall, and Gerard shuddered as he recognized one in particular.
“Be thorough, ladies. He looks like he’s been running through the underbrush. A pretty thing, though. Exquisite ass. Won’t be quite so pristine when we’re done with him, though. Young man, may I introduce you to Katrina, with the clipboard, and Karla, her assistant. I’m Dr. Morrison, and I will be supervising the experiment.”
“Ex-experiment?” he stuttered.
Grant’s laugh was dark and smooth as black satin. “The details of the experiment are classified, I’m afraid, but our work is of supreme importance, and we thank you for donating your body to science.”
“I-I didn’t—”
“How you arrived is immaterial. You look like a prime candidate, so consider yourself volunteered. Your life is not in danger, and when the experiment is concluded, you will be…released.” A low, sinister chuckle.
Gerard gulped, trying not to whine. Despite his best efforts, he was at half-mast already, and his blood rushed further south when Karla bent him over and spread his cheeks, clucking her tongue.
“Not pristine at all,” she laughed. “He’s been recently fucked. He’s dripping with cum.”
Gerard bit back a moan, bracing himself against the shower wall.
Grant’s amused laughter caressed his spine. “Hm. I must admit I’m a bit envious of whoever, or whatever, managed to plant their seed there. The boy looks like a very lush fuck toy.”
“Will this…contamination interfere with the experiment?” Katrina asked, sounding disgusted.
Gerard was panting now, very aware that his well-used hole was being stared at by these two strangers, and possibly by Grant themself. His cock plumped out, throbbing against the soft swell of his belly as a sticky bead of precum blossomed from its tip.
“I don’t believe so,” Grant mused. “Take a sample just to be sure, before you clean him out.”
“Very well,” Katrina said, and her heels clicked over tile, as Karla continued to keep him exposed.
“I’m going to swab your rectum to collect a semen sample,” Katrina informed him. “It shouldn’t be painful and will only take a moment.”
“Oh fuck,” Gerard groaned, glad that his shame-pink face wasn’t visible to the women. The blush spread hotly down to his chest, and he whined as he felt the light poke of the swab enter and then swirl around inside him.
“All done.” The swab withdrew and there was the sound of a vial being capped, then heels clicking across the room. “Karla, go ahead and wash him. You might need to use cold water, from the looks of things,” she laughed brightly.
“We’ll start with warm and finish with cold, hm?” Karla smiled at him, stripping off her lab coat and revealing a severe black latex dress that covered her from neck to wrists and down to knees.
“In case I get wet,” she laughed. “Don’t worry, I don’t mean in that way. My tastes run to killer curves and pussy. Although you do have quite a set of hips on you.”
Gerard shrank away from her, wanting to cover himself again.
“Nuh uh uh, get those hands back up on the wall and bend over. We’re getting the unpleasant bit done with first.” She reached for the thin hose that ended in a slender metal tube, and Gerard went crimson.
He resumed the position and squeaked as Karla spread his cheeks again with one hand while spraying the narrow jet of warm water over his exposed crack and hole.
“Breathe in,” she instructed robotically. Gerard did as told.
“Now breathe out and relax.”
He exhaled as Karla inserted the lubed tip of the nozzle inside him, sighing at the spray of warm silky water, the pressure gentler than he’d expected. She waited a few beats and then withdrew.
“Should be good enough,” she muttered, and Gerard moaned in embarrassment as a mixture of warm water and cum gushed out of him.
“Oh grow up, you little bitch,” Katrina laughed, tapping her pen against her clipboard. “Carry on with the rest, Karla. Dr. Morrison, I tested the semen and it’s a colorful profile, though we’ve seen it before. Pure Lycan.”
“Werewolf?” Grant laughed. “Shouldn’t be surprised, it is a full moon, and we’re deep in the forest. I am surprised that the thing left him in one piece, though.”
“He’s been bitten,” Katrina observed, as Karla sprayed Gerard down with the detachable shower head and scrubbed him with a long-handled soapy brush.
“Doesn’t look like it broke the skin, though. A mating bite,” she laughed. “Idiotic werewolves, they can’t impregnate human males.”
Karla finished her scrubbing and began rinsing the soap suds off him. Gerard yelped as the water turned cool, and his already deflating erection went completely soft.
He wasn’t given a towel, but Karla produced a fluffy terrycloth robe, and he shrugged into it, dabbing himself off as best he could. The robe was soft, and he began to relax, although he knew they must want more from him.
“Next you will provide us with a urine sample, and then we will run a simple sensory test before the experiment begins.”
Katrina brandished a large glass beaker that he assumed was for the sample. Certainly not the plastic cup with a lid that he was accustomed to at the doctor’s, but he accepted it anyway, looking around for a bathroom or at least a curtained off area.
“Where should I go to—” he began meekly, and Katrina rolled her eyes.
“Right where you stand is fine, young man,” Grant chimed in. “We’ve all seen piss before.”
“I can’t—can’t go in front of you,” Gerard stammered, his face going hot pink.
He could very well go in front of people, watersports and wetting were sometimes a feature in the Morrison household, but he’d never done it in front of strangers like this.
Karla snorted and plucked the beaker from him, wiggling it up under his soft cock till it nestled inside. Gerard whined, trying to shuffle away from her, but the examination table was right behind him and there was nowhere to go.
“Oh, don’t be a baby and fill the fucking cup.” Katrina exhaled in irritation, again drumming her pen against her clipboard.
“I don’t—don’t think I have to go,” Gerard mumbled, although his bladder felt suddenly very full. Tears sprang to his eyes and he blinked them away, leaving his long lashes damp and curling, a beautiful frame for his enormous, wounded eyes.
“You will provide a sample now,” Grant said curtly. “We don’t have time to force water down your gullet till you piss yourself, although that would be quite a lovely sight. We will catheterize you instead, if needed.”
“No!” Gerard cried out, limp dick twitching in the beaker. “I’ll—I’ll do it.”
“Any day now,” Katrina sighed, tapping her heel against the tile.
His lower lip trembled, and Gerard struggled not to sob as he both tried to hold it, and tried to let go. Karla bared her teeth at him in a grimace of a smile as she pressed her cold, gloved hand firmly over his bladder.
He gasped as a small trickle of urine leaked from him and splashed into the beaker, and he shivered, trying to hold it again, not sure if he could withstand the intensity of such thrilling humiliation.
Karla pressed even harder. “Piss,” she ordered, drawing out the word in a comical hiss, and she and Katrina laughed as another spurt escaped him.
“Nooo,” he moaned, wiggling his hips where he stood, but the pressure on his bladder and yes, the desire to please, overrode any shred of dignity he clung to and he let go with a defeated sigh, sobbing quietly as the room filled with the sound of his high-pressure stream hitting the glass.
“Good boy,” Grant soothed. “Someone was full.”
“The fucking beaker’s going to overflow,” Katrina laughed, and Gerard screwed his eyes shut, his cock twitching and fluffing up even as he continued pissing into the receptacle. Luckily, his stream died down before the sample reached the top, but Karla pulled it away too soon.
“I’m not quite—” Gerard cried out, but it was too late, and the last few trickles washed over his thigh and down his leg. He moaned at the sensation, watching his cock throb and lift even as Katrina grabbed the sample and Karla came at him with a white hand towel, blotting the urine away and roughly patting his cock dry.
“Disgusting,” she winced. “Crying like a little bitch and then getting hard from pissing? We’ve had some weirdos in here, but you’re another breed.”
Gerard cried out as the rough weave of the towel abraded the sensitive tissue of his cock-head. “That hurts,” he whined.
“Oh no, wouldn’t want to hurt the crybaby.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm. “If you think that hurts, wait’ll you see what he’s gonna do to you.”
“Karla, that’s enough,” Grant said sternly. “I think we can forego the sensory test, the subject seems quite receptive to touch, and psychological stimuli, as well. You may go ahead and prep him for the experiment, ladies.”
“Piss sample’s clean,” Katrina announced from her station. “Alright, kid, up onto the table.”
It looked like an examination table that one might find in any doctor’s office, cushioned and covered with sterile paper. It was fitted with padded leather cuffs and shackles, however, and Gerard had never seen that in a medical facility.
“On your back,” Katrina instructed once he’d perched atop the table. “Scoot down till your ass is at the end of the table.”
Gerard wiggled down a few inches, dragging the paper with him. He left his legs dangling, not sure what to do with them.
“Karla,” she beckoned, and her assistant pushed his right thigh up to his chest, drawing a thick leather strap beneath it. She repeated the process with his left leg, drawing the strap tight and hooking it to the side of the table. Another strap secured each ankle to his thighs, and she finished by raising his arms over his head and buckling his wrists into sheepskin-lined cuffs. His lower body was effectively hog-tied, his thighs spread and his hole on display.
Gerard’s eyes fluttered shut. He was panting now, the pressure of the straps making him shiver with delight, his exposed position making him insane with need.
Karla held up a bottle of lube. “I’m going to stretch you with my fingers now to ready you for the next phase,” she said.
Gerard drew in a shuddering breath, eyes fixed on the ceiling as cold lubed fingers prodded his entrance. He was quite a sight, all powder-soft paleness save for the pink blush of his cheeks, his bitten red lips, and the dark flush of his dripping cock. Even his hair was a soft powdery white.
The stretch was clinical and perfunctory, two stiff fingers plunging in with no preamble. Karla scissored them wider and withdrew before adding a third finger.
“He’s so loose,” she stage-whispered to Katrina, who snorted.
“What do you expect from a werewolf’s fuck toy?”
Gerard glanced down at them, cheeks blazing, and Katrina smirked at him.
“Oh, don’t be embarrassed. Being such a slut is paying off for you. You might actually survive the procedure.”
Gerard gasped, heart hammering and asshole burning as Karla penetrated him with four fingers all at once. He was open enough to take it, but it was a stretch. The stiff press of her fingers was not arousing in the slightest, but everything else…the restraints, the shame of being on display yet talked about as if he weren’t there, knowing that Grant was taking it all in…oh everything else had his cock wet and twitching against his stomach, and if Karla touched his prostate at all he was going to embarrass himself even further.
“Enough.” Grant’s voice crackled over the loudspeaker, and it was booming but also soft, commanding but caressing. “Young man, the procedure will begin momentarily. We will lower the lights to accommodate the vision of our subject. Their…although we aren’t quite sure of sex, their equipment indicates maleness, by our definition. They will penetrate you with an organ that will release what we believe are eggs. They aren’t very large, but you will feel a fullness and possibly a shifting sensation as they are deposited inside you. Following that, you will be inseminated by another organ resembling a human penis. You may be fucked by our subject, or they may simply insert their organ and release inside you. Our…previous attempts have varied.”
Little cries bloomed from Gerard’s throat and he trapped them behind his trembling lips, his hips stuttering up, trying to ride out the waves of arousal.
“What—what—will happen then?” he called, cotton-mouthed.
“My assistants will stimulate you to orgasm to expedite fertilization. We aren’t certain that it is a requirement for a successful breeding, but, no stone left unturned,” they laughed. “Judging by your undulations and the amount of pre-ejaculate you’re producing, you may experience climax before the procedure is complete. That’s fine, but remember, you will be made to orgasm after insemination regardless. We will use electroshock if necessary.”
Gerard whined, flexing his fingers into fists, feeling the sharp pleasure spike into his balls, making him throb.
“Afterwards, you will remain in your position for several minutes to assist the process. After a time, you will be released and led to your quarters.”
“Quarters?”
“Yes. We will provide you with a small but comfortable cell so that you may stay here under our observation until the pregnancy goes to term. You will deliver the offspring, in that case, and then be released. If you miscarry, we may repeat the procedure, depending on your health.”
“What—what is this thing?” Gerard asked wildly. “That’s going to fuck me?”
“That may or may not fuck you,” Grant corrected mildly. “This…thing that’s going to breed you, young man, is, well. They are a sentient extraterrestrial life form.”
“An alien,” Gerard whispered, shivering. “Has—has this—”
The room suddenly went dark, the shadows lit by the low green illumination that he’d seen when he’d first entered the lab. The temperate seemed to drop several degrees, even as steam or mist gathered on the floor. Gerard’s nipples went pebble-hard, and though his dick throbbed, his hole clenched in fear across the room hissed open.
He expected a tall, looming creature to slither from the shadows with sinister grace. He did not expect a blurred shape to run at him, and he cried out, struggling against his bonds.
Long fingers skittered up his inner thighs, raising every hair on them. Large black eyes regarded his unblinkingly as the thing lowered its head to his crotch, as if scenting him, though he struggled to detect its features in the dimness. A low chattering sound swelled around him, like if knives could whisper.
“Jesus Christ,” Gerard gasped, trying to squeeze his legs together to protect himself.
A buried part of him recalled that this wasn’t real, knew if he said the right words it would stop, the knowledge blinked steadily at the back of his mind, but his senses were fogged over by fear. And desire. And so when the alien shot forward to hover over him, the dark, wet enormity of its ovipositor gleaming below the curved red spear of its dick, he screamed.
The color of the creature was indeterminable in the dark, but they seemed to be covered in scales that shimmered with an oily iridescence. They were human-shaped, despite the genitals, with a bald head and black liquid eyes like a snake’s.
A dry papery hiss surrounded him, not coming directly from the creature, but from the shadows themselves, as they mounted the table and began pressing the ovipositor to his hole.
Gerard panted, trying to relax against the cold dripping tip of the thing. It was quite longer, although more slender, than either Frank or Grant’s cocks, and he groaned as it breached him, its ridged surface surprisingly softer than he’d anticipated. Its entry seemed endless, and then the creature’s hips were flush against his backside, its dick sliding, hot and wet, over his own.
Gerard moaned at the sensation, and the moan spiraled up to a cry as the thing pulled back slightly and then pulsed. A warm gush filled him, and then another, and at the last pulse he felt the rounded shape of the third egg slide against his prostate. His thighs quivered as the nerves inside him blazed, the hot pleasure curling in his balls, ready to burst out of him.
Gonna cum gonna cum gonna cum was the chant in his head, and at the delicious friction as the organ withdrew, his hips bucked up and up and up, trying to ride the sensation to orgasm.
It pulled out too soon, however, and Gerard mewled in disappointment, wiggling against his restraints, the fullness in him begging for him to cum right now.
He opened his mouth, ready to plead to the alien, or Grant, or the suddenly vanished Karla and Katrina, beg them to fuck him already so he could get the fuck off and get rid of the maddening itch of fullness that threatened to break him.
The alien slid its cock inside him before he could form words to ask, and so he screamed again, it was thick and it plunged in to the hilt, the head of it rolling the egg back and forth over his prostate as it fucked into him in shallow thrusts.
“C-c-cum—” Gerard’s voice broke and rose into a wail as the thick cock pulsed in him, as the eggs slide around inside him, and the orgasm hit like a brick wall, the silence in the room pierced by his cries and the jangling of his restraints as he convulsed and shook through the pleasure.
A decidedly earthly growl erupted from the alien as it thrust forward once more and emptied inside of him, hot spurts of cum coating his walls and the eggs inside him. He was being filled, he was being bred, he was being used as a host for new life, and the orgasm seemed to go on forever.
He went limp in the restraints when it was over, fingers and toes twitching, his own jizz dripping down over his ribs.
He barely registered the alien dismounting and retreating back to whence it came, but he blinked, whining in distress as the overhead fluorescents clicked back on.
“Well, it appears the breeding was successful,” Grant’s voice announced, and they sounded slightly out of breath. “You climaxed ahead of schedule, as I anticipated, but thankfully, my assistants are ready to carry out the rest of the procedure.”
Their last word was raised ever so slightly in a questioning tone, and Gerard’s eyes fell shut, his head rolling weakly on his neck as he shook his head no. A prickle of sensation broke through his exhaustion, his nerves firing with the need to be let up right now.
He took a deep breath. “Chick,” he whispered, then exhaled. “Pea,” came more strongly, loudly, and the lights dimmed to an acceptable brightness as footsteps rushed to his side.
Frank smiled down at him warmly, stroking his cheek before he quickly moved to unbuckle the restraints. “You did so good, baby,” he praised, rubbing Gerard’s thighs and calves to bring his circulation back to normal.
Grant appeared then, more disheveled than Gerard had ever seen them, wearing a loose faded t-shirt and sweatpants, dark gray smudges of makeup still remaining on their neck and by their ears.
“I’ve got you, my darling,” they crooned, cradling Gerard’s head as they peppered his face with kisses, stopping at his lips, not kissing him deeply, just breathing into him, and Gerard hummed, his lips curling up in a smile against theirs as Frank wiped him clean with a warm, damp towel.
“Those bitches…gone?” he mumbled, and Frank cackled.
“My assistants are in another room, my love. They wouldn’t have come back unless I signaled them, and I sensed you were at your limit. I would have questioned your readiness further if you hadn’t safeworded. You did so well, love, recognizing your limits.”
Gerard beamed at them with a dumbly happy grin. “You see me, Frankie?” he asked drunkenly.
Frank’s hazel-green eyes glowed, and he wanted nothing more than to wrap this pink-faced wreck of a princess in a soft fuzzy blanket and whisk him away to a soft bed to cuddle him for eternity.
“I came in about halfway through to watch with Grant,” he replied. “Had to get out of my own costume, you know.”
“Werewolf fucked me,” Gerard said dreamily.
“Yeah, that was me, baby,” Frank laughed. “You want your blanket now, or you want a quick shower?”
Gerard frowned at the glass shower cubicle. “No shower,” he pouted. “Blanket.”
Frank grinned, then he and Grant both helping Gerard up to sit, wrapping a queen-size faux-mink blanket around him. Gerard nearly purred at its softness, then shot upright, his doe eyes going wide.
“Wait! Eggs inside me..don’t wanna make a mess.”
“They’ve already melted, love,” Grant smiled. “Frank cleaned it all up while your brain was being fuzzy.”
Gerard hummed, shifting his sore ass on the padded seat. He did feel kind of…oily inside still.
“They were made of gelatin,” Frank said. “Vegan gelatin. The same thing we used for the werewolf cum you swallowed, Grant fucked with it a little to make it stay liquid.”
“Mmm, thought of everything,” Gerard said, eyes falling closed and dark lashes curling against his rosy cheeks.
“Let’s get you to a more comfortable place, love,” Grant said, pulling Gerard into his arms, scooping him up like a bride. Frank followed them to the aftercare room they’d set up, the comfortable bed piled with soft blankets and pillows, bottled water and Coke Zero chilled in a small cooler and a tray of sugary delicacies waiting on a bedside table.
Gerard sighed in contentment as he was nestled into the blanket pile, flanked by his beloved Doms. He gulped down the water Grant offered, giggling as they mopped up the drops that trickled from the corners of his mouth.
“Cupcake or cookie?” Frank asked, holding up treats from Gerard’s favorite bakery.
Gerard’s eyes lit up, laser-trained on the cupcake, and Frank placed the chocolate chip cookie back on the tray. He was refreshed enough to make grabby hands, so Frank passed the cupcake over, and Gerard moaned as the richness of cream cheese frosting filled his mouth, half of the cupcake disappearing in a matter of seconds.
“Almost better than an orgasm,” Gerard mumbled, his mouth full of moist carrot cake and sweet frosting. He quickly demolished the rest of the treat and collapsed against the blankets, sighing, tears streaming from his eyes as Frank and Grant swaddled him in their strong, loving arms.
“Love you so much, darling,” Grant cooed. “So good for us, always so good for us.”
“You’re so good to me,” Gerard whimpered. “Both of you. Love you so much. You have to have cookies and water too, you have to, you need aftercare too.”
Frank smiled, rubbing his nose along Gerard’s soft cheek before he bit into a sugar cookie that was frosted to look like a jack o lantern.
“Happy Halloween, baby. I love you.”
“Mmm, birthday, Frankie,” Gerard murmured sleepily, eyelids drooping. “Gonna, you’ll get presents, gonna dance for you, won’t I Grant…”
“Shush, darling, we don’t want to spoil any surprises,” Grant hummed, darting forward to sneak a bite of Frank’s cookie.
“Get your own,” Frank smiled fondly at them, his sleepy eyes widening as Grant caught his lips in a soft kiss. He returned it, a tired, pleased sigh slipping from him.
The kiss broken, the pair guzzled water and devoured more cookies as Gerard dozed.
“That costume was so fucking hot, I thought I’d die, “ Frank groaned.
“Mine was none too comfortable, either,” Grant replied. “A lot of latex to swelter in while I tried to sound cool and collected, then to peel off in a hurry. I should have shaved my entire body,” they winced.
“It was worth it, though,” Frank said, and Grant nodded their agreement.
Soon enough, they roused Gerard, got him into clean clothes, and bundled him into the car. Grant said their goodbyes to “Katrina,” the owner of the rather niche haunt company they’d employed for tonight, and then they were all on their way home.
“I hope these birthday surprises aren’t happening till after sunset tomorrow,” Frank groaned from the backseat, where he was cuddled with Gerard as Grant drove. “Cause I’m sleeping all motherfucking day.”
“It’s only just past midnight, little wolf,” Grant laughed.
“That means it’s officially Halloween!” Gerard chirped, craning his neck to deliver a smacking kiss to Frank’s cheek.
“Happy birthday to you—” he and Grant serenaded Frank with loud enthusiasm, who clapped his hands over his ears in mock horror.
“Yeah, yeah, love y’all too,” Frank rolled his eyes.
“You know what else that means, don’t you baby?” he asked Gerard, leaning forward to run his thumb over his jaw, his eyes going dark as they drilled into his.
“What? Sir?” Gerard whispered breathily, that look and that touch sending him instantly into subspace.
“Only three hundred and sixty four days till next Halloween,” Frank smirked, and he nuzzled Gerard’s ear, his chest rumbling with a low growl.