When Lief woke up, it was dark outside. He could barely open his eyes, and his head was pounding–it felt like someone had scrambled everything up in his head–so much so that it took him a few minutes to remember how to make his fingers work, or perhaps that was just the toxin still lingering in his system. Still, he could move again, in any case. He looked down at his hands, but while they were smeared with blood, there was no sign of any of the cuts or punctures he’d seen when he’d tried to pull the thing off of him.
Fuck, the thing–he sat up as quickly as he could, looked down at his crotch, and breathed a sigh of relief. His cock was there–just like he remembered it, just like nothing had ever happened. He reached down with his hands and ran his fingers along the shaft, feeling the bristly skin shudder at his touch, and he lifted it in his hands, feeling the heft of all two feet in his hands, curling it around them, enjoying the sensation–
No.
No, this…this was wrong. This wasn’t his cock, the thing–the thing had dissolved his cock, it had fucking eaten it. He tried to think back and remember what it had looked like, but the memories–they were gone. All he could remember now, was this…monstrosity attached to his crotch, the heavy sack of fluid hanging below, taut with seed…
The thing constricted, and then unwound from around his hands all on it’s own–Lief couldn’t quite tell whether he was controlling it, like some prehensile tentacle, or if it was doing it on it’s own. The wide, spade shaped head turned, almost like it was looking at him, surveying him somehow, and he…heard something. Almost like white noise at the back of his head, an itch he couldn’t quite sense or scratch. It wasn’t sound, not really, but he could hear it–a voice. Garbled and indistinct, but whatever this thing was…it wasn’t just attached to him, it had dug its way into him.
He needed to get help. He needed to go to a hospital.
Sensing his thoughts, however, he felt every nerve all along his body release a massive blast of pain, and he bent backwards, certain his spine would shatter into a thousand pieces at any moment–but just as quickly as it struck, it was gone, leaving him panting and shuddering on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes.
No help then–he’d figure this out on his own.
He wrapped his cock high around his thigh, disguising the extra length, and then pulled up his boxers and pants, checking his phone. It was nearly eleven–he needed to get home so no one worried. That, and he was hungry. Really hungry, actually, hungrier than he could remember being. He grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, traced his way back to the trail, and set off for home, trying hard not to think about the strange creature wrapped around his leg.
He got home, and saw his parent’s car was gone–were they out looking for him? He let himself inside, only for Erik to appear at the top of the stairs. “There you are, faggot,” he said, “Mom and Dad went out for a date–they told me to tell you you’re up shit creek when they get home, for not calling them about where you were.”
Erik was a bulky, hairy jock–only around 5’9”, but solidly packed with muscle, and known for his dirty techniques on the wrestling team, techniques he’d honed for years picking on Lief since they were kids. Lief…well, he thought Erik was sexy, but he wasn’t prepared for the sudden rush of…attraction that welled up in him at the sight of him on the stairs. Not just lust, really, but that same hunger he’d felt when he woke up, his cock writhing at the sight of him.
“Yeah…fine, I’m gonna…eat something,” Lief said, hoping his brother wouldn’t antagonize him tonight…not with this…thing on him.
“Whatever, don’t fucking disturb me, I’m playing a game.”
Good–that would keep him occupied at least, while Lief tried to figure this out. For now though, food. He went to the kitchen, found some snacks, but…nothing sounded good. Even when he tried to force himself to eat something, it just…tasted bad. Rotten, even, and he’d spit it out, even as the hunger grew. Oddly enough, he wasn’t feeling the pangs in his stomach, like usual–it felt…all pervasive, a needling, constant pain and tug, a need, a desire. He felt shaky, and sat down at the kitchen table, closed his eyes…and saw something.
He saw his brother, upstairs, playing games at his computer. Then, he saw him on the ground, naked, and Lief was fucking him with his cock, driving in deep, rough, feeling good, feeling pleasure, eating his fill…
He opened his eyes with a gasp. No–No, he couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t do that. He tried to eat again, but nothing stayed down. He held out for an hour, as the tremors and pain grew worse, and then he snuck quietly up the stairs, cock uncurling from his leg, willing to do anything to make it stop.
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