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shadowhiveThe Theft
Pairing: Brandon Saller/Cameron Liddell
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: bdsm,
Notes: a very very belated birthday fic forcarrythefire. I’m so so sorry it took so long but my health and brain has been so bad and it just… stalled. I did finally get a burst of inspiration finally about a week ago and then stalled again (mostly cause I couldn’t figure out an ending) and it’s funny how your birthday fic for me seemed to have sparked it again). So I hope you like.
Brandon loved touring, he loved performing onstage, bantering with the boys, feeding off the crowd’s energy. However after a few months of touring he was now tired and grateful it was over.
After taking a week off to rest at him he was now here, outside the home of Cameron Liddell, one of Asking Alexandria’s guitarists. They’d first met years ago on a festival and the encounter had left a lasting impression on him.
Cameron was a dom, probably the best one on the scene because he knew exactly what he was doing. Ever since then he’d made sure to see him when he could, though obviously their touring schedules sometimes made that difficult.
That wasn’t an issue for Asking at the moment though. Not long after the start of Atreyu’s tour they’d got word that Danny had gone missing. It hadn’t been made public yet as it had been hoped he’d turn up on his own, though that seemed not to be the case.
Dan was sure it was only a matter of time before he’d turn up in a ditch somewhere.
Brandon shook such thoughts from his head, not wanting to dwell on it anymore as he made his way to Cameron’s door, pressing the doorbell and waiting.
He didn’t have to wait long for it to open, revealing Cameron standing there, dressed in black jeans and a tank top, showing off his inked arms. He looked Brandon up and down before speaking, as if drinking in the sight of him. It made him squirm. “Hello Brandon, it’s good to see you again.” He opened the door wider, stepping aside. “Come in.”
“Good to see you too.” Brandon smiled as he stepped into Cameron’s house. It looked much the same as he remembered it, everything neat and organised. “How have you been? Has Danny turned up?” He asked as he followed Cameron into his living room, taking a seat on one of the sofas.
Cameron snorted and shook his head. “Nope, nothing yet and I don’t expect anything either.” He turned to face him, his eyes dark. “Have fun on your tour?”
“Yeah, it was a great run of shows, lots of energy from the crowds and it’s always fun to be with the guys.”
“Good.” Cameron leaned forward and smirked while looking him over again. “Now enough small talk, we both know why you’re here.”
Brandon felt his heart race a little more. He loved how he was always straight to the point like this. He guessed it came from having encounters on tours and festivals where time was limited so being straightforward was a necessity.
Cameron stepped closer and, although he wasn’t as tall or imposing as Brandon, it felt like he loomed over him. “Say it.”
He swallowed before answering, bowing his head slightly. “I want you to fuck me, to use me. Please sir. I need it.” He heard the desperation seep into his voice, probably more than he would have liked, but he really did need it so badly.
Cameron gripped Brandon by the chin, tilting it up to met his gaze and he was smirking. “Strip, then follow me.” And then he let go of him, stepping away to watch him.
It didn’t take long for Brandon to undress, mainly because he hadn’t worn much to begin with. His clothes were set aside on the sofa he’d been seated in and he felt himself blush a little. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed to be naked, Cameron had seen him like this before, but it was the fact it was in his living room in front of the windows where anyone could see. Of course he knew they couldn’t, because they were far from the pavement, but he couldn’t help the thought cross his mind.
Cameron looked him over, up and down, almost like he was assessing him. He walked around him in a circle and he felt his eyes on him the whole time. After a few seconds of silence he made an approving sound, then stood before him. “Follow.”
Brandon nodded wordlessly, then followed as he led him out the room and upstairs into a bedroom. He had to admire how neat the space was, unlike the chaotic mess of his own room back home. One of these days he’d actually get round to organising it. He shook thought away as Cameron closed the door behind them and he heard an audible click as he locked it. That seemed unnecessary but he wasn’t going to say anything.
Cameron moved back into his eyeline again, running his fingers down his chest, humming approvingly as he did. Brandon held his breath, hoping his fingers would drift lower, towards his cock that was already half hard. Instead he withdrew them completely a smirk on his face.
“Get on the bed.” Brandon nodded and obeyed without a word, laying on top of the dark sheets. He watched as Cameron pulled his shirt off, exposing his toned body, then grabbed some lube, popping it open and slicking up his fingers. The sight made Brandon’s dick throb and he bit back a groan at the thought of them inside him. Before he knew it Cameron was between his legs, pushing two fingers into him, working to stretch him open.
Of course Brandon had fingered himself before coming over, had even debated inserting a plug to keep him open but he was glad he didn’t. Cameron’s fingers opened him up expertly, spreading and twisting to open him up. His fingers felt so slick and the way they opened him up so well that he couldn’t help letting out a few low groans, his eyelids fluttering from the sensation.
“Oh yes, you’ll definitely do.” Brandon wasn’t sure what that meant but he didn’t care, his head tipping back against the pillows as his fingers caught his spot. It felt amazing, his cock aching needily against his belly. He felt his hands get pinned down either side of his head, then his legs get spread apart.
It took him a few moments to realise what was wrong with that, that there was no way Cameron couldn’t be doing all of those things at once.
He opened his eyes and turned to look at his wrists, to see that they were held in place but not by hands but by something inky and black. “Wha…” He looked up at Cameron and saw that he looked… wrong. Parts of his skin had opened up and out of the openings were tentacles stretching out, one for each wrist and two more for his ankles.
Cameron smirked down at him, his eyes now completely dark. “I was wondering when you’d notice.” The fingers inside him twisted, making him gasp and it took him a moment to realise that the fingers were moving in a way that no finger could. He squirmed against the sheets and he felt the tentacles that held him tighten.
Brandon took a breath to steady himself and he found thoughts race through his head. What was this thing? Was this what Cameron always was or was it just wearing his face? Was it going to kill him? He wanted to ask all of these question but he wasn’t sure if he’d want to know the answers.
Especially the last one.
Cameron chuckled as it stared down at him, seedling enjoying the expression on his face. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get exactly what you came here for.”
Brandon hated how his cock twitched at the words and Cameron chuckled again. He twisted his ‘fingers’ again, then removed them completely, revealing what he’d expected, that instead of a hand there was a mass of tentacles. They undid his pants, pushing them down and off and then…
He wasn’t sure what happened, it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, but Cameron was changed. Cameron’s skin was gone and it revealed a mass of black tentacles. Roughly where Cameron’s head had been were a set of dark eyes and a toothy mouth, which made him shudder and then struggle as he thought of them tearing into him.
His struggles were, of course, useless, making the creature laugh, the tentacles holding him effortlessly pulling him down the bed, adjusting his limbs so his knees were pressed against his chest. “Don’t try and fight it, it’s a waste of time, even for a big strong man like you.” It licked it’s lips, it’s tongue a bright purple. “Now why don’t you do what you do best, lie there and take it.”
And that’s when he felt something press against his stretched open hole. It felt like a dick, but it also felt much bigger than what he’d been expecting. He wasn’t sure he could take it but it thrust into him roughly, filling him up effortlessly. “Fuck!” He cried out at the fullness, his eyes opening wide. He’d been filled like this before, at a festival in Europe when he’d been fisted for the first time but this felt even… more. It was intense and his cock ached, despite the situation.
It didn’t give him time to adjust, starting to move right away and it roughly thrust into him, pounding his ass like he’d never felt before. He’d expected to be walking unsteadily after coming to visit Cameron, but now he definitely would be. That is if he was allowed to walk again.
He pushed such thoughts from his mind, focussing instead on the intense pleasure this thing was doing to him. Regardless of what was going to happen, he may as well at least try to enjoy it. After all when was he going to experience something like this again?
Another tentacle stretched out toward him, brushing against his lips and, when he parted them it slipped into his mouth. It was smaller than the ones holding him or inside him, but it was definitely girthy, stretching his lips and making it impossible for him to make noise. It seemed to secrete something onto his tongue, something salty and sweet. His dick ached more as the tentacle inside him thrust deeper and he was sure he could feel his belly bulge from it against his knees.
He felt little headed and all it took was a few more thrusts before he came, spilling across his stomach in what had to be the most intense orgasm of his entire life.
He heard it chuckle and mumble something, though he was too out of it to process the words. Instead he just lay there, the bed and his whole body shaking from the thrusting creature.
Until it stopped, the tentacles holding him tightening as he felt a gush fill him. He assumed that that was it’s version of cum, that this meant it was all over. He lay there, expecting it to withdraw, to leave him empty and dripping on the bed, gasping for breath and overwhelmed.
But instead the tentacle inside him didn’t move.
Or rather it did move, but not in the way he expected.
He felt something travel along it’s length. He thought for a moment that it was a knot, like on those dildos he had seen based on creatures, but instead it kept travelling up the length. And then he felt it fill him and he realised what it was, something round and squishy. His eyes widened at the realisation and then it was joined by another and another and another.
He stopped counting after the first five.
“There we go, all full. Just like you wanted.” The thing spoke, still in Cameron’s voice as the length withdrew from him and he dazedly felt some more fluid spray into him as it did. The tentacle in his mouth similarly slipped from his lips and he wanted to talk, to ask what had happened, what was going to happen. But instead he found that he couldn’t.
The last thing he saw before he passed out was the creature staring down at him and smirking.
***
Brandon awoke and for a few brief moments he thought that what he’d experienced was a dream. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had a sexual dream that had gone down a strange direction half way through. But then he opened his eyes and he looked down at himself.
He was lying down on a table, his belly much rounder than he remembered it being and he knew why. He wanted to reach down to touch it, but he found he couldn’t move. It wasn’t that he was restrained or stuck down it’s just that his limbs wouldn’t respond.
What he could do was look around, mostly with his eyes, though his head could move a little. He was in a dimly lit room and he could somehow sense that he was in a basement that he guessed was Cameron’s. He could also see either side of him that he wasn’t alone, that there were two others next to him.
To his right there was a bleached blonde guy that looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place him. His belly looked even more round than his own, though he seemed to be sleeping.
On his right there was… Cameron? It was definitely him, he could recognise those tattoos. His eyes were lidded and his belly was swollen and he found it hard to believe that Cameron had actually been fucked by this thing. The man was a total top so if that thing had fucked him it had to have been the first dick he’d had in him.
Hell of a first time.
Brandon tried to see if he could make out anything else in the room but he couldn’t. Somehow he did have a feeling that there were more tables beyond the blonde and Cameron, though he couldn’t say why he was so certain.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it as his attention was drawn to the door that opened and he watched as ‘Cameron’ stepped into the room. It felt wrong to refer to this thing by Cameron’s name, but as he had no alternative he couldn’t help himself.
It didn’t help that ‘Cameron’ looked like the man he was impersonating now,at least for the most part.he could see a few small black tentacles protrude from his body though he tried not to focus on them.
“Ah I see that you’re awake.” He walked across the room towards him, stopping at the end of the metal table he was lying on. He reached over, running his fingers across his belly, letting out a soft hum which seemed to be approval. He wanted to squirm awake from the touch and he hated that he couldn’t move. The fingers trailed up higher, over his chest and across his neck. Brandon turned his head away, but he gripped his chin, making him look back at him.
‘Cameron’ was smirking.
“I was right, you will do nicely.” His other hand came to his face, prising his lips apart and, before he knew what was happening a tentacle slipped into his mouth. It started spraying something down his throat and he had no choice but to swallow it down. Whatever it was it was sweet, so at least it tasted nice though he wished he knew what it was.
Soon he removed the tentacle from his mouth, his fingers closing it back up and then he moved away to Cameron, doing the same thing to him.
Before ‘Cameron’ was done with him Brandon’s lids went heavy and he drifted off to sleep.
***
Brandon wasn’t sure how long he had been here. Time was a vague concept when you couldn’t tell when it was day or night. The only light that he saw was the constant dim blue light that illuminated the room.
He still hadn’t regained use of his limbs, or the ability to speak, so all he could do was lie there, drifting in and out of sleep.
Every so often, he guessed at least once a day though he couldn’t be sure, ‘Cameron’ would come into the room to check on them. His check ups were always the same, running a hand over his belly, then up to his mouth opening it and slipping a tentacle in.
He guessed what he gave him was some kind of food, or at least something to sustain him. He also suspected that it was what was also keeping him in his present state, mute and immobile.
Sometimes he drifted to sleep right after his ‘feeding’, but other times he stayed awake longer and was able to watch as he fed the others. Besides Cameron and the blonde there was another person, on the opposite side of Cameron, though he couldn’t see who it was.
Brandon was distracted from that thought went he felt something squirm inside his belly.
He looked down at it and he was sure he could see the movement through his skin, though he told himself he was seeing things. His belly was much rounder than it was, more so than it had ever been and this wasn’t the first time he had felt movement inside it.
He wondered if the others felt the same and he wished he could ask them, though they were just as mute as he was.
The thing inside him moved again, wiggling around inside him. It was a strange sensation and it didn’t hurt exactly, it just felt uncomfortable when it moved against his organs.
Sometimes it would even catch his spot and his dick, untouched since he’d been here, would twitch uselessly. Funny how he was in this situation because he’d been thinking with his dick and now he couldn’t even touch it.
He’d have laughed if he could.
***
‘Cameron’ grinned a toothy grin as he touched Brandon’s belly, the thing inside him moving at the touch. “It’s time.” He said excitedly and more tentacles sprang from his sides, lifting him up off the table like he was nothing. It was a strange feeling to be suddenly lifted from the place he’d been so long, but he was glad for it, though a little scared.
Hee seen that this had happened to the others and, one by one, they had been taken out of the room by ‘Cameron’.
None of them had ever come back.
He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He guessed it was his turn to find out.
‘Cameron’ effortlessly carried him out of the room and into a small corridor outside. At one end there were stairs leading upwards but he loook him through a door to another room. It was smaller than the one he left but illuminated in the same blue light. There were only to pieces of furnishings in the room, both of them seemingly mismatched.
The first was a set of stirrups, which he was sure were what Cameron had used in a session with him before. The second, on the floor between them, was a paddling pool filled with water.
‘Cameron’ carried him over, laying him down and then raising his ankles and securing them in the stirrups. Once he was secured in place he could see ‘Cameron’ between his legs, on the opposite side of the pool. Then he started to make noises, sounds that Brandon couldn’t quite describe. Somehow he knew that they weren’t just random sounds, but some kind of speech, or at least communication.
The thing inside him moved in response. It squirmed around inside him, even moreso than it ever had before and Brandon knew what it was doing. It was looking for a way out.
It moved inside him what felt like a few minutes, though it was impossible to tell exactly. Finally he felt something at his opening, pushing it open from the inside. It was strange, it felt like his hole had been closed since he’d awoke, but now the thing inside him was opening it up again.
If he could have he’d have cried out as the thing wiggled it’s way out of him. He couldn’t see what was going on, but he could see a pair of dark purple tentacles grab on to each thigh, as if gripping to pull itself out.
After that it didn’t take long and then he heard a splash, feeling the water from the pool hit his legs. He heard ‘Cameron’ let out a pleased sound, ducking down to look at it. Brandon felt dazed and exhausted, even though he hadn’t actually done anything, that what had happened was all this thing.
‘Cameron’ stepped into his eyeline again, one of his tentacles undoing the stirrups holding his legs up. “Look at what we made.” He held Brandon up and he saw a purple… thing swimming in the water. It had to be as big as Brandon’s thighs, though he couldn’t make out a shape, just tentacles. “It’s almost a shame you won’t see him again. Or remember him.”
‘Cameron’ looked almost sad, then he slipped a tentacle into his mouth, more of that sweet fluid spilling from it.
Then everything went black.
***
Brandon groaned as he awoke to the sound of his phone ringing from the nightstand. He rubbed his head, before reaching over and grabbing it, pressing the answer button. “Hello?” He asked, his voice sounding rough and groggy, even more so than usual.
“Dude where the hell have you been?!” It was Dan’s voice on the other end of the line. “I know you wanted to get your brains fucked out by Cameron but did you really need to go offline for a month?”
“A month?” He rubbed his head with his free hand. That didn’t feel right, did it?
“Yeah man, I thought you’d only be gone for a weekend, maybe a week at most but when I didn’t hear from you I got worried.” He paused for a moment to laugh. “Ok Porter was more worried, but I was too, honest.” Brandon let out a soft laugh of his own, shaking his head at the image of him worrying over his whereabouts. “So come on, what happened to keep you away for so long? Was it some 24/7 dom/sub thing? Or did he just fuck yous hard you couldn’t walk for weeks and didn’t wanna try?”
Brandon paused for a moment, thinking how to respond. Everything felt kinda hazy, like he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened. He remembered going to see Cameron, he remembered them fucking but everything else? Maybe it was just because he’d woke up and things would come to him soon.
“Yeah, since we both had time off we decided to some full time master/slave stuff. Sorry I didn’t tell you guys, but it was just…”
“Oh yeah I get it man. That man’s tall dark and handsome if he offered me a chance to be his footstool I’d take it.” He could practically picture him grinning lasciviously at the thought, probably groping himself through his pants. “You’ll have to tell me everything soon.”
“What? So you can jerk off to the thought and wish you were in my place?” Brandon snorted, shaking his head and he could picture him enthusiastically nodding. “You’ll have to earn that.” Dan let out a whine at that and Brandon smirked. “Now you’ve got proof I’m ok, let me rest up and I’ll see you guys soon.”
“Ok ok. See you soon man.” He hung up and Brandon flopped back down on the bed, dropping the phone beside him on the sheets. Although he was annoyed at his slumber being disturbed he was grateful to have a friend like Dan. His stomach growled and he sighed, knowing that now his sleep had been disturbed he’d have to grab some breakfast because he felt so famished, like he hadn’t eaten in days. Maybe once he’d eaten he could remember exactly what had happened, at least so he could tell Dan something.
Pairing: Brandon Saller/Cameron Liddell
Rating: Nc-17
Warnings: bdsm,
tentacles, oviposition
Notes: a very very belated birthday fic for
carrythefire. I’m so so sorry it took so long but my health and brain has been so bad and it just… stalled. I did finally get a burst of inspiration finally about a week ago and then stalled again (mostly cause I couldn’t figure out an ending) and it’s funny how your birthday fic for me seemed to have sparked it again). So I hope you like.Brandon loved touring, he loved performing onstage, bantering with the boys, feeding off the crowd’s energy. However after a few months of touring he was now tired and grateful it was over.
After taking a week off to rest at him he was now here, outside the home of Cameron Liddell, one of Asking Alexandria’s guitarists. They’d first met years ago on a festival and the encounter had left a lasting impression on him.
Cameron was a dom, probably the best one on the scene because he knew exactly what he was doing. Ever since then he’d made sure to see him when he could, though obviously their touring schedules sometimes made that difficult.
That wasn’t an issue for Asking at the moment though. Not long after the start of Atreyu’s tour they’d got word that Danny had gone missing. It hadn’t been made public yet as it had been hoped he’d turn up on his own, though that seemed not to be the case.
Dan was sure it was only a matter of time before he’d turn up in a ditch somewhere.
Brandon shook such thoughts from his head, not wanting to dwell on it anymore as he made his way to Cameron’s door, pressing the doorbell and waiting.
He didn’t have to wait long for it to open, revealing Cameron standing there, dressed in black jeans and a tank top, showing off his inked arms. He looked Brandon up and down before speaking, as if drinking in the sight of him. It made him squirm. “Hello Brandon, it’s good to see you again.” He opened the door wider, stepping aside. “Come in.”
“Good to see you too.” Brandon smiled as he stepped into Cameron’s house. It looked much the same as he remembered it, everything neat and organised. “How have you been? Has Danny turned up?” He asked as he followed Cameron into his living room, taking a seat on one of the sofas.
Cameron snorted and shook his head. “Nope, nothing yet and I don’t expect anything either.” He turned to face him, his eyes dark. “Have fun on your tour?”
“Yeah, it was a great run of shows, lots of energy from the crowds and it’s always fun to be with the guys.”
“Good.” Cameron leaned forward and smirked while looking him over again. “Now enough small talk, we both know why you’re here.”
Brandon felt his heart race a little more. He loved how he was always straight to the point like this. He guessed it came from having encounters on tours and festivals where time was limited so being straightforward was a necessity.
Cameron stepped closer and, although he wasn’t as tall or imposing as Brandon, it felt like he loomed over him. “Say it.”
He swallowed before answering, bowing his head slightly. “I want you to fuck me, to use me. Please sir. I need it.” He heard the desperation seep into his voice, probably more than he would have liked, but he really did need it so badly.
Cameron gripped Brandon by the chin, tilting it up to met his gaze and he was smirking. “Strip, then follow me.” And then he let go of him, stepping away to watch him.
It didn’t take long for Brandon to undress, mainly because he hadn’t worn much to begin with. His clothes were set aside on the sofa he’d been seated in and he felt himself blush a little. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed to be naked, Cameron had seen him like this before, but it was the fact it was in his living room in front of the windows where anyone could see. Of course he knew they couldn’t, because they were far from the pavement, but he couldn’t help the thought cross his mind.
Cameron looked him over, up and down, almost like he was assessing him. He walked around him in a circle and he felt his eyes on him the whole time. After a few seconds of silence he made an approving sound, then stood before him. “Follow.”
Brandon nodded wordlessly, then followed as he led him out the room and upstairs into a bedroom. He had to admire how neat the space was, unlike the chaotic mess of his own room back home. One of these days he’d actually get round to organising it. He shook thought away as Cameron closed the door behind them and he heard an audible click as he locked it. That seemed unnecessary but he wasn’t going to say anything.
Cameron moved back into his eyeline again, running his fingers down his chest, humming approvingly as he did. Brandon held his breath, hoping his fingers would drift lower, towards his cock that was already half hard. Instead he withdrew them completely a smirk on his face.
“Get on the bed.” Brandon nodded and obeyed without a word, laying on top of the dark sheets. He watched as Cameron pulled his shirt off, exposing his toned body, then grabbed some lube, popping it open and slicking up his fingers. The sight made Brandon’s dick throb and he bit back a groan at the thought of them inside him. Before he knew it Cameron was between his legs, pushing two fingers into him, working to stretch him open.
Of course Brandon had fingered himself before coming over, had even debated inserting a plug to keep him open but he was glad he didn’t. Cameron’s fingers opened him up expertly, spreading and twisting to open him up. His fingers felt so slick and the way they opened him up so well that he couldn’t help letting out a few low groans, his eyelids fluttering from the sensation.
“Oh yes, you’ll definitely do.” Brandon wasn’t sure what that meant but he didn’t care, his head tipping back against the pillows as his fingers caught his spot. It felt amazing, his cock aching needily against his belly. He felt his hands get pinned down either side of his head, then his legs get spread apart.
It took him a few moments to realise what was wrong with that, that there was no way Cameron couldn’t be doing all of those things at once.
He opened his eyes and turned to look at his wrists, to see that they were held in place but not by hands but by something inky and black. “Wha…” He looked up at Cameron and saw that he looked… wrong. Parts of his skin had opened up and out of the openings were tentacles stretching out, one for each wrist and two more for his ankles.
Cameron smirked down at him, his eyes now completely dark. “I was wondering when you’d notice.” The fingers inside him twisted, making him gasp and it took him a moment to realise that the fingers were moving in a way that no finger could. He squirmed against the sheets and he felt the tentacles that held him tighten.
Brandon took a breath to steady himself and he found thoughts race through his head. What was this thing? Was this what Cameron always was or was it just wearing his face? Was it going to kill him? He wanted to ask all of these question but he wasn’t sure if he’d want to know the answers.
Especially the last one.
Cameron chuckled as it stared down at him, seedling enjoying the expression on his face. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get exactly what you came here for.”
Brandon hated how his cock twitched at the words and Cameron chuckled again. He twisted his ‘fingers’ again, then removed them completely, revealing what he’d expected, that instead of a hand there was a mass of tentacles. They undid his pants, pushing them down and off and then…
He wasn’t sure what happened, it seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, but Cameron was changed. Cameron’s skin was gone and it revealed a mass of black tentacles. Roughly where Cameron’s head had been were a set of dark eyes and a toothy mouth, which made him shudder and then struggle as he thought of them tearing into him.
His struggles were, of course, useless, making the creature laugh, the tentacles holding him effortlessly pulling him down the bed, adjusting his limbs so his knees were pressed against his chest. “Don’t try and fight it, it’s a waste of time, even for a big strong man like you.” It licked it’s lips, it’s tongue a bright purple. “Now why don’t you do what you do best, lie there and take it.”
And that’s when he felt something press against his stretched open hole. It felt like a dick, but it also felt much bigger than what he’d been expecting. He wasn’t sure he could take it but it thrust into him roughly, filling him up effortlessly. “Fuck!” He cried out at the fullness, his eyes opening wide. He’d been filled like this before, at a festival in Europe when he’d been fisted for the first time but this felt even… more. It was intense and his cock ached, despite the situation.
It didn’t give him time to adjust, starting to move right away and it roughly thrust into him, pounding his ass like he’d never felt before. He’d expected to be walking unsteadily after coming to visit Cameron, but now he definitely would be. That is if he was allowed to walk again.
He pushed such thoughts from his mind, focussing instead on the intense pleasure this thing was doing to him. Regardless of what was going to happen, he may as well at least try to enjoy it. After all when was he going to experience something like this again?
Another tentacle stretched out toward him, brushing against his lips and, when he parted them it slipped into his mouth. It was smaller than the ones holding him or inside him, but it was definitely girthy, stretching his lips and making it impossible for him to make noise. It seemed to secrete something onto his tongue, something salty and sweet. His dick ached more as the tentacle inside him thrust deeper and he was sure he could feel his belly bulge from it against his knees.
He felt little headed and all it took was a few more thrusts before he came, spilling across his stomach in what had to be the most intense orgasm of his entire life.
He heard it chuckle and mumble something, though he was too out of it to process the words. Instead he just lay there, the bed and his whole body shaking from the thrusting creature.
Until it stopped, the tentacles holding him tightening as he felt a gush fill him. He assumed that that was it’s version of cum, that this meant it was all over. He lay there, expecting it to withdraw, to leave him empty and dripping on the bed, gasping for breath and overwhelmed.
But instead the tentacle inside him didn’t move.
Or rather it did move, but not in the way he expected.
He felt something travel along it’s length. He thought for a moment that it was a knot, like on those dildos he had seen based on creatures, but instead it kept travelling up the length. And then he felt it fill him and he realised what it was, something round and squishy. His eyes widened at the realisation and then it was joined by another and another and another.
He stopped counting after the first five.
“There we go, all full. Just like you wanted.” The thing spoke, still in Cameron’s voice as the length withdrew from him and he dazedly felt some more fluid spray into him as it did. The tentacle in his mouth similarly slipped from his lips and he wanted to talk, to ask what had happened, what was going to happen. But instead he found that he couldn’t.
The last thing he saw before he passed out was the creature staring down at him and smirking.
***
Brandon awoke and for a few brief moments he thought that what he’d experienced was a dream. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d had a sexual dream that had gone down a strange direction half way through. But then he opened his eyes and he looked down at himself.
He was lying down on a table, his belly much rounder than he remembered it being and he knew why. He wanted to reach down to touch it, but he found he couldn’t move. It wasn’t that he was restrained or stuck down it’s just that his limbs wouldn’t respond.
What he could do was look around, mostly with his eyes, though his head could move a little. He was in a dimly lit room and he could somehow sense that he was in a basement that he guessed was Cameron’s. He could also see either side of him that he wasn’t alone, that there were two others next to him.
To his right there was a bleached blonde guy that looked vaguely familiar but he couldn’t place him. His belly looked even more round than his own, though he seemed to be sleeping.
On his right there was… Cameron? It was definitely him, he could recognise those tattoos. His eyes were lidded and his belly was swollen and he found it hard to believe that Cameron had actually been fucked by this thing. The man was a total top so if that thing had fucked him it had to have been the first dick he’d had in him.
Hell of a first time.
Brandon tried to see if he could make out anything else in the room but he couldn’t. Somehow he did have a feeling that there were more tables beyond the blonde and Cameron, though he couldn’t say why he was so certain.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it as his attention was drawn to the door that opened and he watched as ‘Cameron’ stepped into the room. It felt wrong to refer to this thing by Cameron’s name, but as he had no alternative he couldn’t help himself.
It didn’t help that ‘Cameron’ looked like the man he was impersonating now,at least for the most part.he could see a few small black tentacles protrude from his body though he tried not to focus on them.
“Ah I see that you’re awake.” He walked across the room towards him, stopping at the end of the metal table he was lying on. He reached over, running his fingers across his belly, letting out a soft hum which seemed to be approval. He wanted to squirm awake from the touch and he hated that he couldn’t move. The fingers trailed up higher, over his chest and across his neck. Brandon turned his head away, but he gripped his chin, making him look back at him.
‘Cameron’ was smirking.
“I was right, you will do nicely.” His other hand came to his face, prising his lips apart and, before he knew what was happening a tentacle slipped into his mouth. It started spraying something down his throat and he had no choice but to swallow it down. Whatever it was it was sweet, so at least it tasted nice though he wished he knew what it was.
Soon he removed the tentacle from his mouth, his fingers closing it back up and then he moved away to Cameron, doing the same thing to him.
Before ‘Cameron’ was done with him Brandon’s lids went heavy and he drifted off to sleep.
***
Brandon wasn’t sure how long he had been here. Time was a vague concept when you couldn’t tell when it was day or night. The only light that he saw was the constant dim blue light that illuminated the room.
He still hadn’t regained use of his limbs, or the ability to speak, so all he could do was lie there, drifting in and out of sleep.
Every so often, he guessed at least once a day though he couldn’t be sure, ‘Cameron’ would come into the room to check on them. His check ups were always the same, running a hand over his belly, then up to his mouth opening it and slipping a tentacle in.
He guessed what he gave him was some kind of food, or at least something to sustain him. He also suspected that it was what was also keeping him in his present state, mute and immobile.
Sometimes he drifted to sleep right after his ‘feeding’, but other times he stayed awake longer and was able to watch as he fed the others. Besides Cameron and the blonde there was another person, on the opposite side of Cameron, though he couldn’t see who it was.
Brandon was distracted from that thought went he felt something squirm inside his belly.
He looked down at it and he was sure he could see the movement through his skin, though he told himself he was seeing things. His belly was much rounder than it was, more so than it had ever been and this wasn’t the first time he had felt movement inside it.
He wondered if the others felt the same and he wished he could ask them, though they were just as mute as he was.
The thing inside him moved again, wiggling around inside him. It was a strange sensation and it didn’t hurt exactly, it just felt uncomfortable when it moved against his organs.
Sometimes it would even catch his spot and his dick, untouched since he’d been here, would twitch uselessly. Funny how he was in this situation because he’d been thinking with his dick and now he couldn’t even touch it.
He’d have laughed if he could.
***
‘Cameron’ grinned a toothy grin as he touched Brandon’s belly, the thing inside him moving at the touch. “It’s time.” He said excitedly and more tentacles sprang from his sides, lifting him up off the table like he was nothing. It was a strange feeling to be suddenly lifted from the place he’d been so long, but he was glad for it, though a little scared.
Hee seen that this had happened to the others and, one by one, they had been taken out of the room by ‘Cameron’.
None of them had ever come back.
He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. He guessed it was his turn to find out.
‘Cameron’ effortlessly carried him out of the room and into a small corridor outside. At one end there were stairs leading upwards but he loook him through a door to another room. It was smaller than the one he left but illuminated in the same blue light. There were only to pieces of furnishings in the room, both of them seemingly mismatched.
The first was a set of stirrups, which he was sure were what Cameron had used in a session with him before. The second, on the floor between them, was a paddling pool filled with water.
‘Cameron’ carried him over, laying him down and then raising his ankles and securing them in the stirrups. Once he was secured in place he could see ‘Cameron’ between his legs, on the opposite side of the pool. Then he started to make noises, sounds that Brandon couldn’t quite describe. Somehow he knew that they weren’t just random sounds, but some kind of speech, or at least communication.
The thing inside him moved in response. It squirmed around inside him, even moreso than it ever had before and Brandon knew what it was doing. It was looking for a way out.
It moved inside him what felt like a few minutes, though it was impossible to tell exactly. Finally he felt something at his opening, pushing it open from the inside. It was strange, it felt like his hole had been closed since he’d awoke, but now the thing inside him was opening it up again.
If he could have he’d have cried out as the thing wiggled it’s way out of him. He couldn’t see what was going on, but he could see a pair of dark purple tentacles grab on to each thigh, as if gripping to pull itself out.
After that it didn’t take long and then he heard a splash, feeling the water from the pool hit his legs. He heard ‘Cameron’ let out a pleased sound, ducking down to look at it. Brandon felt dazed and exhausted, even though he hadn’t actually done anything, that what had happened was all this thing.
‘Cameron’ stepped into his eyeline again, one of his tentacles undoing the stirrups holding his legs up. “Look at what we made.” He held Brandon up and he saw a purple… thing swimming in the water. It had to be as big as Brandon’s thighs, though he couldn’t make out a shape, just tentacles. “It’s almost a shame you won’t see him again. Or remember him.”
‘Cameron’ looked almost sad, then he slipped a tentacle into his mouth, more of that sweet fluid spilling from it.
Then everything went black.
***
Brandon groaned as he awoke to the sound of his phone ringing from the nightstand. He rubbed his head, before reaching over and grabbing it, pressing the answer button. “Hello?” He asked, his voice sounding rough and groggy, even more so than usual.
“Dude where the hell have you been?!” It was Dan’s voice on the other end of the line. “I know you wanted to get your brains fucked out by Cameron but did you really need to go offline for a month?”
“A month?” He rubbed his head with his free hand. That didn’t feel right, did it?
“Yeah man, I thought you’d only be gone for a weekend, maybe a week at most but when I didn’t hear from you I got worried.” He paused for a moment to laugh. “Ok Porter was more worried, but I was too, honest.” Brandon let out a soft laugh of his own, shaking his head at the image of him worrying over his whereabouts. “So come on, what happened to keep you away for so long? Was it some 24/7 dom/sub thing? Or did he just fuck yous hard you couldn’t walk for weeks and didn’t wanna try?”
Brandon paused for a moment, thinking how to respond. Everything felt kinda hazy, like he couldn’t remember exactly what had happened. He remembered going to see Cameron, he remembered them fucking but everything else? Maybe it was just because he’d woke up and things would come to him soon.
“Yeah, since we both had time off we decided to some full time master/slave stuff. Sorry I didn’t tell you guys, but it was just…”
“Oh yeah I get it man. That man’s tall dark and handsome if he offered me a chance to be his footstool I’d take it.” He could practically picture him grinning lasciviously at the thought, probably groping himself through his pants. “You’ll have to tell me everything soon.”
“What? So you can jerk off to the thought and wish you were in my place?” Brandon snorted, shaking his head and he could picture him enthusiastically nodding. “You’ll have to earn that.” Dan let out a whine at that and Brandon smirked. “Now you’ve got proof I’m ok, let me rest up and I’ll see you guys soon.”
“Ok ok. See you soon man.” He hung up and Brandon flopped back down on the bed, dropping the phone beside him on the sheets. Although he was annoyed at his slumber being disturbed he was grateful to have a friend like Dan. His stomach growled and he sighed, knowing that now his sleep had been disturbed he’d have to grab some breakfast because he felt so famished, like he hadn’t eaten in days. Maybe once he’d eaten he could remember exactly what had happened, at least so he could tell Dan something.
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Date: 2024-10-19 03:30 pm (UTC)I kinda like the subtle versatility of Brandon; he's a slut for Cameron but you definitely get the vibe that he also doms as well - like at the end, with the conversation between Brandon and Dan with him putting him in his place 😅 The more I write Brandon, the more I prefer to have him versatile, mainly topping but will bottom for the right person, including Cameron heh.
Side note, as the fic got going and the 'reveal' happened, at first I thought it was a sequel to the fic you wrote with Danny, and that Cameron was the next victim of the skin-wearing tentacle monster! But then the real Cameron made an appearance (if you can call it that) later, so now I'm wondering what happened to Danny. I'm assuming Danny is just simply one of the other people being held captive by 'Cameron'?
Very much enjoyed the small amount of small-talk and just getting down to business (although I guess there was an ulterior motive for not talking much, as the tentacle thing was just giving the illusion of him being Cameron). The way Brandon submitted so quickly was just YES, he slips into the submissive role so easily because of how much he wants Cam, which is something to behold. The way Cameron just eyes him like a piece of meat as he undresses, and how into it Brandon is!
I also really liked how, even though the mood had changed when Brandon walked into Cameron's home, there was another flip when they stepped into the bedroom, and it got even more 'serious', so to speak. And then it really didn't take long for 'Cameron' to reveal his true self, which I LOVED. Brandon was just there getting lost in the moment before realising oh shit, something isn't quite right! I loved the juxtaposition between this one and the tentacle fic with Danny; Danny is just like "yesssss bring it on" whereas you can see Brandon's fear and cautiousness, like sure he ends up enjoying himself but there's also that fear of not knowing exactly what is going on.
He’d expected to be walking unsteadily after coming to visit Cameron, but now he definitely would be. - well, Cameron has been described as having 'three legs', heh, Brandon isn't the only one in the room who is blessed 😏
I think the way the creature spoke in Cameron's voice, even after revealing its true form, made it even freakier, if that makes sense. Either way I loved it, along with the way it laid its eggs in him and seemed so pleased and satisfied at what it had done!!!
And then with Brandon just being left in the basement alongside the actual Cameron (his disbelief at Cam having been fucked, despite the evidence being otherwise, was awesome) and at least one another person. I suppose the blonde person was probably someone of yours, but I firstly imagined him as being James before writing that off because why the fuck would he not know the drummer of Asking hahahah, and then settled on it being Chris Harms, heh. Them all being immobile there was just 💯
The bit when the creature was birthed (?) was also amazing. Loved the side note of Brandon wondering if the stirrups were the same ones that he'd used in the past, heh. Found it intriguing it just sort of pulled itself out rather than forced or burst out, was an interesting/different spin :D
Also the ending was absolutely perfect, with Brandon not actually knowing what had happened!! That phone call with Dan was everything, haha. I loved how Dan was equal parts sweet as lewd, worried about what had happened but also conjuring up his own ideas and declaring he wanted to be Cameron's footstool 👀 I was surprised to see you couldn't figure out an ending because this worked great!
Thank you for this it was amazing! ♥
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Date: 2024-10-19 04:25 pm (UTC)I’m glad! I figured he likes being a bottom but doesn’t get much opportunity (because he’s so big!😏) and Cameron’s one of those people that doesn’t care about that or be intimidated by him. And hee yeah I couldn’t resist making a little comment about him and Dan
I wondered if you’d catch that! When I started this it was gonna be a follow up and ‘Cameron’ is ‘Danny’ from that fic. (Only in between he switched to Cameron and now needs to lay eggs) it’s probably vague enough that it can still be read as that (and since the other person is unidentified it could be Danny or anyone else!)
I’m glad you liked that! Yeah Cameron comes off as very direct so Brandon didn’t catch on he was being more direct than usual (the real Cameron might’ve at least offered a drink first since it was his home instead of a random tour hookup). Yeah he really slipped into it easily! It meant he didn’t quite catch that ‘Cameron’ was eying him up weighing how suitable he’d be😏
Yeah I’m so glad you loved that! Brandon was just so into what was happening he didn’t quite twig right away and when he did he was more worried than Danny in that fic. But at the same time he was already worked up…
Nice!😏👀
I figured it’d keep using Cameron’s voice (and face later) so I’m glad it worked so well! And yeah it definitely was so pleased👀
When I first made notes for this I wanted there to be the reveal of the real Cameron in the same state as Brandon. (And hee I agree I love Brandon’s thoughts on that!) Yeah in my head it was Maxx but I left it vague enough! And yee I love boys being immobile and helpless and 👀👀
I’m glad! I wasn’t exactly sure how to end this and then last night I just got possessed by inspiration! And Brandon is right those are the same stirrups, just repurposed👀 I had considered that it would burst out of him (chestburster style) or that what Brandon birthed would take his place, but they kinda didn’t feel right somehow?
Yeah that ending with Dan was fun to do. Again I wasn’t sure how to end it (was Brandon killed? Kept to be filled with eggs again? I even almost considered a scene of him with Cameron at a festival or something) but then I had the image of him being called by someone and Dan felt so… easy to write? And I love his mix of sweetness and horny. And you can see why I suddenly wanted Cameron/Dan!
I’m so glad you thought so!🖤
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Date: 2024-10-19 06:47 pm (UTC)I like that train of thought! It makes sense, especially in the earlier days where he was quieter, I swear something happened during the hiatus for him hahahah. Maybe there's a fic in there, lol.
Heh! Yeah I definitely wondered it at first! And yeah I guess, but Cameron was also in the room and I was under the impression the tentacle thing needed to wear the person's skin? :D
I think Brandon was just a little too comfortable, there aren't many people who 'indulge' his submissive side so he lets his guard down a little easier when he finds someone such as Cameron, who he can trust!
Yep! His brain is afraid but his dick is just like "well ok then" heh
Yeah I love them being immobile and helpless too :D :D
Nah that doesn't feel right. I don't think I could have taken Brandon being killed so I'm glad that didn't happen 🤪 And yeah it would be Dan ringing him, the two of them are so close that I can totally envision that happening. On the subject of Cam/Dan...would you be ok if I wrote a Cam/Dan sequel to this?
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Date: 2024-10-20 11:50 pm (UTC)Yeah it definitely feels like there was a switch up and he gained newfound confidence so I wonder what happened! And hee of course
Yeah it was the plan to begin with and then it kinda diverged a bit hee. I did consider it having killed and replaced Cameron but the image of him with eggs…😏👀
Exactly!
Yup! And I don’t blame him hee
It’s such a hot thing isn’t it? I need to do more with it
Awww I’m glad I didn’t then! Heee of course! I’m glad you got inspired to do it👀
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Date: 2024-10-21 08:25 pm (UTC)Yep, he's always been a bit mouthy/bossy but it definitely feels a lot more intense and in-your-face after the hiatus :D
It's a nice image, I'm glad you made that decision! And yes you should do more stuff about being immobile, it is very good!
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Date: 2024-10-19 03:53 pm (UTC)