When Adam asked Jonah if he was interested in a relationship, Jonah thought he was just getting into it with a pretty little blonde string bean who couldn’t carry a conversation. Nothing unusual. From their short time together before that, he seemed like a calm and normal guy blessed with good looks, and Jonah was totally down to get messy with that. Everything about Adam seemed perfect.
Then he got to learn what kind of person Adam really was.
He couldn’t talk to anyone. Go anywhere. Do anything. Only when Adam was with him was he allowed to live his life. Even then, the taller man was constantly breathing down his neck, practically snarling in his ear if he dared to even look at anyone else. And if anyone else dared to look at him, oh if looks could kill. Oh boy, if they could, Adam would have a body count. They would all be killed dead on their feet. If anyone got too close to Jonah, Adam would get between them, act big and threatening, and make it clear who owned Jonah. They would learn that Adam would gladly kill to keep Jonah “safe”.
Jonah was his. Nobody else could have him.
If Jonah ever stepped out of line… Adam wouldn’t exactly hurt him. At least not his definition of “hurt”. Adam loved him, so he’d never do something like that.
Instead, Jonah found himself tied down to the bed and naked, ropes pulled tight across his torso and around the bed with his arms restrained under his body. It was his punishment for looking at another man for just a moment too long. Adam straddled his bare waist, cupping Jonah’s cheek in his palm.
The blonde’s voice was low and filled with what sounded like lethal intent. “Am I not enough? Do I need to prove that you don’t need anyone but me?”
Jonah struggled against his bindings. “You don’t need to prove anything, I wasn’t going to cheat on you, I was just—”
“Checking out someone who wasn’t me. That’s what you were doing, Jonah.”
He shook his head furiously, hoping to wiggle himself free in the process. “I wasn’t! I swear to God, I wasn’t!”
Adam grabbed his chin hard enough that it felt as though it was about to shatter to pieces in his hand. “Then what were you doing staring at him like that?”
“I just wanted to read his shirt!”
“I’m sure. Stop squirming,” he growled, scooting back to settle between Jonah’s legs. They were allowed to move freely, not trapped by the ropes, but it wouldn’t do Jonah any good. Despite his appearance, Adam was somehow much stronger than Jonah. Kicking and flailing wouldn’t help him. “I wasn’t planning on doing this with you for a while, but you need to be reminded of who you belong to.”
Jonah watched as Adam unzipped his fly. Is that what he wanted? Sex? Jonah couldn’t say he was expecting it or mentally ready, but if this was Adam’s idea of “punishment” then maybe he was getting off easy. Adam, obviously, had every intention of doing this with or without Jonah’s consent, and maybe that should have disturbed him, but the whole reason he got mixed up with this guy was that he thought he’d make for a good lay. If he was being honest, he thought he’d be the one on top. But hey, he could be flexible.
That was until he was met with a dripping black tentacle where Adam’s cock should have been.
His jaw went slack. “You’re not Adam.”
“Wrong. I’m the same guy you’ve known all along. You just weren’t ready to learn this about me yet.”
Jonah watched the appendage squirm like it had a mind of its own. Jet black and tarry, and partially sheathed away into Adam’s body, judging by the way it receded into a large slit in his groin. It must have been much larger than what he could see on the outside. “This entire time, you were…?”
One of them. Those things they’d been chasing all this time.
“Don’t worry, Jonah,” he cooed, stroking his hands up and down Jonah’s legs. “You know I love you, right? You know I’d never hurt you.”
He watched Adam get closer, the tentacle unsheathing more of its length as it approached his ass. “Wait, Adam, don’t do this, please—”
“You don’t want to fuck your boyfriend, Jonah?” Adam tugged hard on the ropes. Was it Jonah’s imagination, or did Adam grow bigger suddenly? He didn’t look the same, either. His pupils shrunk to the size of pinpricks, and some of his fingertips faded to a black hue that matched his cock. He could swear he heard the sound of the ropes starting to snap from Adam pulling on them, too. “Or are you thinking about fucking somebody else? Is that it?”
His words carried a threatening edge. Like he would do much more, much worse than just fuck him if he answered wrong.
“No! Never! I… Fine, just, please… don’t hurt me. Don’t kill me.”
“I’d never, Jonah. I just don’t want anyone to take you away.”
The tentacle wrapped around Jonah’s cock and moved independently of the rest of Adam’s boy, rubbing itself against it. The foul texture of the black substance coating Adam’s dick was unlike anything Jonah had ever felt before and it made him want to gag. It was thick, oddly viscous, somewhat sticky… and yet still worked as an effective lubricant. The sloppy sounds it made as it moved were downright nauseating.
If only his dick found it just as disgusting. It felt like fucking a fleshlight filled with slimy molasses, but to his horror, it was still good enough to get him hard.
“How’s that? Feel real nice? Getting you in the mood?”
Jonah put on his best fake smile and nodded. The last thing he wanted to do was offend an alternate and have it haul off and kill him.
Adam leaned forward with a sneer on his face. “Got your mind off other men?”
“I-I promise.”
“Do you?”
“Swear on my fucking life.”
The tentacle receded away from Jonah’s dick, leaving a mess of black goo in its wake. Jonah sucked in a breath when he felt the tip of it press against his hole, leaning his head back on the pillow to stare up at the ceiling. He thought that maybe if he didn’t look, it wouldn’t be as revolting. The tip of the awful thing rubbed against his rim while Adam grabbed his legs and forcefully spread them open. The slimy cock then forced itself inside, and despite Jonah being tense, it surprisingly didn’t hurt much at all. The natural lubricant, as much as it made him want to vomit, helped it move easily inside him. He clenched his jaw as it stretched him open wide.
It felt good, and he hated that.
Adam let Jonah’s legs drape lazily over his hips as he pushed himself in until his soaking wet slit was pressed against Jonah’s ass. He thought that would be it, that it was all he had to endure once Adam couldn’t push his hips forward any farther. But even though the man wasn’t moving, he could still feel the appendage extending deeper inside. Adam must have still had more sheathed away inside the slit and was pushing out the rest of it. By the time he was done, there was a noticeable bulge in Jonah’s lower belly.
Quick breaths, shaky and panicked, escaped between Jonah’s gritted teeth. Why did he have to look at it? He let his head fall back onto the pillow, counting the specks on the ceiling hoping for this to all be over soon. Fuck, this right here could be enough to kill him.
“Why are you so scared? Is it hurting you?”
“No, it’s just…”
“Big?” Adam laughed, rubbing a hand over the bulge in Jonah’s stomach. “I know, I know. Just relax. It’s not going to rupture anything, I’ll make sure. If it doesn’t hurt now, you have nothing to worry about.”
His monstrous form loomed over Jonah’s body and leaned over until he could press his face into Jonah’s neck. It made the smaller man shiver, and he was unsure if it was from want or fear, or both. The feeling of the wet tentacle squirming inside of him felt weird, almost violating. But it still had his body aching for more. The creature raised his head to bury his nose in Jonah’s hair and inhale loudly as he started to move his hips.
Jonah’s breathing slowed down until he was panting in time with Adam’s movements. It really didn’t hurt at all… his fists clenched and unclenched behind his back from the desire to hold onto something, like Adam’s shoulders or hair. With his legs free, he could at least dig his heels into Adam’s back.
“That’s it. See? You’re doing great.”
Jonah let himself moan for Adam. The happy little growls he got in response made his dick throb. “Adam, please…”
“Hm? Please what?”
“Keep going,” he begged, his voice breathy and barely above a whisper. He was ready to let himself surrender to Adam’s whims.
“Sure. Hold on,” he said, and then Jonah suddenly felt empty. But Adam hadn’t moved from his spot, he hadn’t pulled his hips back at all… it must have resheathed back into Adam’s body. Jonah was about to question what he was doing until he felt it quickly reinsert itself into his ass with a fresh coating of fluids.
Not even five minutes ago, that would have made Jonah want to retch. Why did it have to feel so good while also feeling (and sounding) so fucking awful?
He wasn’t given much time to think about it before Adam was snapping his hips furiously against Jonah’s helpless body. Adam took every whimper and weak moan as encouragement, touching Jonah all over with curious hands while he fucked him. Each thrust of his hips made disgustingly wet squelching sounds.
This was terrible. And Jonah could get used to it.
Tears streamed down his face as Adam got rougher, fucking him like an animal. No matter how rough he got, it never hurt even a little; that weird substance of his was like magic. Everything Adam did felt amazing, even when he felt like being especially merciless. Jonah knew he shouldn’t trust alternates at their word, but Adam didn’t lie to him. He really wasn’t trying to hurt him.
Tempting fate by looking at other people just to get Adam to possibly do this to him again wasn’t the best idea, but he was weighing his options. Once Adam started driving hard against his prostate, it was all over for Jonah; he wanted to do this every day, and he hoped all he had to do to get it was ask.
When Jonah finally reached his climax and his walls squeezed tight around Adam’s cock, the alternate let out a guttural growl as he also reached his limit and filled him with… not the same fluid as before, from what Jonah could tell. Where the “precum” slime from the slit that coated Adam’s cock was viscous like swamp tar and sticky as honey, the cum that gushed from the tentacle itself was gray and watery.
A blessing, because there was also way too much of it, overfilling his hole and gushing out from him even with Adam plugging him up and already stuffing him almost uncomfortably full. When he pulled out, the rest all came gushing out with a sickening splatter.
The blonde gently stroked his face while he tried to process what just happened to him. “How was that, Jonah?”
“Great. I think.”
“You think?”
“Messy,” was all he could breathe out.
Adam laughed, and Jonah noticed he’d suddenly shrunk back to his normal size. “Yeah, I guess it would be a little messier than what you’re used to.”
Jonah squirmed. Between the ropes and the fluids soaking into the sheets, this was starting to get uncomfortable. “You’re going to untie me, right?”
“I was going to leave you there until you learned your lesson, but I guess I have to change the sheets anyway. Promise you’ve got eyes only for me?”
That sounded more like a threat than a question. But how could he say no? This thing could kill him. And on that note, where else was he going to find an alternate who would fuck him instead of kill him? “I promise. I won’t… I won’t look at another man or woman for as long as I live.”
“Good. You know what’ll happen to you if you do," Adam said, playing with Jonah's hair. "I love you. Try not to forget."