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Ze couldn’t fathom leaving the house this late at night, but.. Ugh. Regect just had to beg and beg and beg him to go out and fetch it a late night snack. Where the hell would he even find some shit like that? Didn’t they have cabinets full of snacks for this specific reason? Whatever, he guessed it didn’t matter anymore as long as Regect would leave him alone once he brought the food back, so he could actually sleep for once.
As he stumbled through the woods, the moon shone nice and bright above him, trees almost leaning in to hear his breathing. It was peaceful, quiet. Relaxing, even! For once, there wasn’t any constant noise like there was back at home with Regect and Moe shouting and honking at each other excitedly near 24/7. Ze let his hands graze the trees as he walked, eyes shut softly, following the memorized directions to the nearest store that Regect decided to conjure up or build recently, sure that it was in the same spot it had been for the past week. Though, something felt off the way he couldn’t hear the crickets tonight, or the wind howling and leaves rustling. It.. was also cold? It was the middle of summer, why was it so cold all of a sudden? Ze’s eyes shot open, his breath picking up, hair standing up at the back of his neck; panic was beginning to set in. He.. couldn’t find where he was? What? He walked in the right direction, didn’t he? Straight forward, to the right twice, then forward and left.. Right? No he- He had to have gone the right way. It wasn’t that dark out, was it? The moon had been shining so bright above him just a couple minutes ago, why was it.. suddenly so dark?
Ze began to turn around, practically giving himself whiplash as he looked around at the trees. Fuck, they all looked the same. Why did he lose where he was? Where was the path he was just on? He had it memorized. God, he’s such a fucking idiot.
“Fuck… I just had it? Where..- Where did it go?” He began to pace, walking around trees and turning corners sharply, but everything looked the same. “Please, God— What? Where’s the fucking path!?” Ze stopped in his tracks, panting. He was in full on panic, heart racing and sweat beginning to form at his brow and drip its way down. Fists balling, he groaned and threw his hands up quickly to grab at his grown-out buzzcut, tugging on it and blowing air out, trying to calm himself down. He opened his mouth to whisper to himself, eyes closing once again to assist with easing his anxiety away, “Breathe. Just… breathe, Ze. You’re not.. trapped again. You aren’t, you can’t be! You got out of the hole! You.. You got out, and you’re safe with Moe and Regect and—... and..” God, he couldn’t stop himself from tugging on his hair more, tears beginning to form in the corners of his eyes. It can’t be true, it just can’t. He got out. He. Got. Out.
Ze opened his eyes again, letting go of his hair and quickly wiping away his useless tears. He was a man, he could take this. He went to bootcamp, he went through way worse than this. Man up. Man the fuck up. Breathing in shakily, hands gripping at his sweaty sides, he began to actually take in the scenery again. It— Oh, fucking Christ, it was different again. The..- The trees had eyes. The trees had eyes. No, God— Please, not this again. He can’t go through it again. His heartbeat began to pick up again, whatever time he spent calming himself down to a reasonable state immediately went out the window as he made straight eye contact with a set of eyes pasted to the nearest tree to him, upturning like the disgusting, cruel smile was just below it.
He just..- He couldn’t speak. Or move. Ze couldn’t do anything but stand there and stare back. Just then— pitch black surrounded him, enveloping him in a tight, suffocating hug almost. His eyes prickled with tears once again, hands shaking as he stopped hugging himself and let them drop to his sides mostly, swallowing hard as he tried to regain his posture and confidence. A ringing started in his ears, causing him to flinch and wince, groaning in pain as the sharp noise struck straight through his skull.
“Easy there. Wouldn’t want to start shaking and crying, would you? It’d ruin your façade.” A sick laugh rang through the air, the ringing stopping as Ze gasped and whined as he began to curl in on himself as he stood still there in the darkness. “Poor little prey. Trapped, aren’t you? Don’t like the closeness? The feeling of being stuck?” He couldn’t help but try to face away from where the voice was coming, but Ze couldn’t avoid it. It rang from all sides, every direction, right into his ears. He refused to speak, refused to let the entity know he couldn’t hide that fear in his voice at being back here, trapped with it, in this hell. But, just as he thought that, he felt a crushing weight press him in, as if he were between two tight walls. It forced a long, drawn out groan from him. He couldn’t breathe. Shit— He could barely inhale, it felt like he was getting crushed by closing-in walls in some kind of stereotypical movie trap. Ze squirmed, unable to even move his arms. It didn’t look like he was trapped between two walls?? Where- Where was this coming from? He..- He can’t— Fuck. As shameful as it was, this.. was honestly getting him wet. He felt his cunt leak a little, soaking straight into his boxers. He.. couldn’t breathe and it was turning him on so, so fucking much. Squirming was only making it worse, his thighs rubbing together and pressing into his clit between them further.
“Aah— Hhnff..,” God, it was shameful, but Ze couldn’t help but moan at how he was getting squished, biting his lip and shutting his eyes so tight to the point where he saw colorful shapes in his vision. Unfortunately, he wasn’t as quiet as he thought he was, as Eyes picked up on that disgustingly sweet sound that it had just worked out of that poor man. “Oh, what was that?” Eyes leaned in closer to where Ze was, if it was even physically possible for it to do so, and gave a breathy chuckle, “Oh, Ze… You’re disgusting.”
He couldn’t help but whine at that, mind going blank and foggy as he was kept in this infinite press between these two metaphysical walls, squirming occasionally, huffing and panting. “No, I- I didn’t…” Ze couldn’t even finish his sentence before he felt the walls quickly move away, dropping him to his knees painfully, which also warranted a groan, though, it wasn’t pleasurable this time. He whined, quickly moving to sit on his ass to press a hand against his quickly bruising kneecaps. “Jesus. Fuck— …Can’t you be any nicer? I just,” quickly being cut-off, Ze felt something.. writhe up his sweatpants leg, both of them, actually, “HOLY SHIT!—” He kicked his legs, but found himself quickly restrained, unable to move them. So, he turned to his arms, trying to tug his pantlegs up and get whatever the hell was grabbing onto his legs and.. slowly slithering its way further and further up. But, as he found somewhat of a solid grip on at least one of whatever the hell was on him, his arms were grabbed too, tugging him back and forcing his body into an eagle-spread. He panicked, again, struggling and fighting against whatever the hell was restraining him.
“Let me go! God, I fucking- I HATE YOU!” Ze barked, growling through his teeth as tears began to prickle in his eyes again. “Poor little prey. Look at you. Fighting like a rabbit caught in a beartrap.” Oh, now, that made Ze’s stomach do flips. He felt something in his stomach clench, mouth starting to go dry. He..- God, that just turned him on more too. And it was obvious the way the.. tentacles?- What?- Crawled up his legs further that this god forsaken entity knew it, too. “Easy, bun. Don’t make it worse than it already is. Look at yourself.. Practically presenting for me without me even having to coerce you with hallucinations or fake versions of those you call your friends.” That made the trapped man shake his head desperately, opening his suddenly dry mouth to respond, only to get spoken over. “Don’t even try barking back some useless excuse. You like this, don’t you? Feeling me touch you like this, being trapped like this. Admit it, Ze. Admit you want to get used up.”
Ze shook his head fast, whining as he fought against the tendrils holding him down, thrashing. “God- No. No, I don’t! Let me GO!” He spat, stopping suddenly when he felt the tip of a tendril up his leg grace his crotch through the boxers he was wearing, trying to jerk away instinctively, though unable. Eyes’ tendrils wrapped around his waist, holding Ze in place as that same one went to rub circles around his crotch. Ze couldn’t help but pathetically, quietly, moan in response, whipping his head to the side and biting his lip dangerously hard. “Stop- Fucking stop! Just- Please. I can’t-” He was interrupted, Eyes chiming in quickly, “No.. You like it. I can feel how disgustingly wet you are through these useless undergarments you wear.” It laughed. God, it was so close now, like it was breathing down his neck, into his ear. Ze tried so, so hard to get free against the tight grip he was in. Using all his energy up like that, and with the clouding fog in his mind from the lust and pleasure, he couldn’t- wouldn’t fight back anymore. It was useless, wasn’t it? Eyes could read him like an open book, turning the pages however it wanted.
The tendrils moved his hands so they were pressing against each other, wrists bound together with one, as the other slipped away. The one between his legs moved further up, hooking around his waistband, slowly tugging it down. Ze whimpered, looking away. It was embarrassing, the way he was.. just giving himself up now, unable to fight. It felt like he was breathing in aphrodisiacs with how dense the mindfog of lust and need was for him. Honestly, he wouldn’t be surprised if somehow this entity could simulate that, or even do it for all he knew. It was.. kind of hot, honestly, the way he didn’t even know the limitations of what it could even do, let alone to him.
As soon as Ze felt his sweats get tugged down to his ankles, other tendrils started to slip up his tanktop, feeling around his stomach and chest, toying with him, teasing. He shuddered and gasped, turning his head just enough to watch out of the corner of his eye. “Ah— Hnff.. Why are.. you doing this? What is this for?? What does this even give you???” Ze questioned, just staring at the tendrils feeling him up currently.
“What does it give me? What doesn’t it give me? You’re vulnerable, I like that. Preying on you is a fun, fun game for me, isn’t it obvious?” Eyes gave a soft chuckle, “I like you moldable by my hand. I like the way your expression changes when your mind fogs up, when you pant and moan uncontrollably because your body tells me exactly what you want against your will. All bark, no bite, and even better when you can’t bark, isn’t it?” Its tendrils went up to tease at Ze’s nipples, warranting a hitched breath to come from him, as another finally slipped into his boxers, starting to tug them down to where his sweats lay, at his ankles. Ze couldn’t even speak, just drooling and mumbling incoherently to the entity in response, mind fully fogged and full of need. He wanted it so, so, so fucking bad. The tendrils around him were already so girthy and thick, would.. the one going into him be just as big as well? Surely it planned to fuck him further into submission, further senseless, right? He hoped. He prayed for it. It’d been such a long time since his desperate cunt received any attention at all.
He shivered when the cold air hit his wet cunt, biting his lip, closing his eyes and laying his head back against whatever floor was under him. The entity's eyes upturned again as if it smiled, just like last time at the trees. “Oh, Ze… Hiding this, are you? Look at how wet you are, it’s abhorrent. All this just over teasing, and messing with your mind. I wonder if you were wet the last time I had you. I wonder just how much you soaked your boxers over it.. Over me.”
Ze moaned at its tone, eyes opening, head moving to look down at where his cunt was. Just in the dark, he saw something glistening slightly. Oh.. Oh, fuck. Shit. Shit.. His wish was granted, alright. A thick and girthy tendril, wet with.. whatever was coating it, was slithering its way towards Ze’s cunt. He tightened and leaked in anticipation, mouth hanging open, drool slinking its own way down his chin and onto his tanktop. “Please.. Fuck, please. Hurry up. Just do it, put it in. I need it.. I need this.” He begged desperately, rolling his hips up as much as he could while restrained. This earned him a laugh from Eyes, the tendril finally making contact with Ze’s cunts’ lips, swirling around slowly and idly. “You think I’d just give it to you right away? That’s what you want? To be fucked quick like a slut, then taken back to where I found you?” It shoved the tendril in quickly, as far as it could go, which.. wasn’t very far, really. Just to the tip of his cervix, massaging it as soon as the tip made contact with it. Ze practically screamed, back arching and tears prickling in his eyes and rolling down his cheeks. His cunt tightened around the tendril, squeezing it desperately as he shivered and shook violently. God— He almost came from that. He.. Fuck. It almost made him cum.
As Ze was trying to process and get used to the tendril deep in his cunt, stretching him there, he felt another one start to tease at his ass, warranting a loud whine and gasp, knocking the air out of his lungs. Eyes was going to fuck his ass too?? “No! Ffuuckk..— Oh, God… Aahh,.” And just at that, it pushed through, inching its way further into Ze’s ass, writhing and rubbing at his walls. He couldn’t stop it, and it pushed him over the edge, squeezing around both tendrils inside him. Eyes laughed, and didn’t stop. It rang through Ze’s ears, piercingly loud. Everything was so overwhelming, so loud, too much. He cried, sobbing, as it continued to fuck into him. If the tendril in his cunt pulled out, the one in his ass would fuck its way in. They were alternating their thrusts, and it was practically milking Ze into another orgasm.
“Please- No, nnoo.., I cah— Hhnfghh… I caaannn’tt.. Please, stop..!—” It was like music to Eyes metaphorical ears, refusing to stop. Ze was lying. It knew he was. He could take more, and he would. Eyes did not slow. If anything, the pace became more deliberate; more consuming, more intent on dragging every last coherent thought from Ze’s head and grinding it down into nothing. The tendrils moved with a cruel sort of patience now, as if savoring him.
One remained buried deep inside his cunt, pressed insistently against that sensitive, fragile place within him, not thrusting so much as grinding; slow, heavy movements that forced sensation to bloom and linger far longer than he could endure. The other drove into his ass with a sharper rhythm, pulling out just enough to make him feel the loss before forcing its way back in again, each thrust firm, invasive, unavoidable. There was no pattern, no predictability. Only control.
Ze’s breath came in broken pieces, shuddering out of him in wet, uneven gasps. His chest stuttered with each inhale, as though even breathing had become something beyond him, something his body struggled to remember how to do properly. Every sound he made slipped loose and unformed; half-moan, half-sob, all of it stripped of meaning. He tried to speak, desperate to beg for it to stop again. It came out as nothing.
“Listen to yourself,” Eyes murmured, its voice slipping into the space around him, through him, like something that didn’t need air to travel. It sounded almost amused. Almost pleased. “There’s nothing left, is there? Not even enough to form a word.” Ze’s lips parted, trembling. A faint, broken noise escaped him, thin and useless. Eyes’ tendrils tightened in response, as if that pitiful attempt alone was enough to encourage it further. The one inside his cunt shifted again.
And then it pushed deeper, far deeper than before. Ze’s entire body seized, his back arching violently as a raw, strangled cry tore from his throat, louder than anything he had managed before. His vision went white at the edges, his mind blanking out entirely for a moment as that overwhelming pressure forced past a boundary his body didn’t know how to handle.
His cunt spasmed around the intrusion, clenching desperately, helplessly, as if trying to either force it out or pull it further in, he couldn’t tell which. He didn't care anymore. “See?” Eyes whispered, softer now, though no less suffocating. “You only fall apart when I push you properly.”
There was something different this time, a sudden shift. A change in sensation that Ze couldn’t name, couldn’t understand or fathom, only feel. Warmth. Thick, spreading warmth. The tendril began to pulse faintly where it was buried inside him, and with each pulse, something poured from it; something viscous, slick, unfamiliar. It didn’t feel like anything he had known before. It was heavier, denser, almost alive in the way it seemed to settle and spread within him, filling him inch by inch.
Ze choked, a weak, trembling sound catching in his throat as his stomach tightened involuntarily. “Too much…” he tried to say, though the words barely formed, slurring together into something unrecognizable. “I— I can’t—”
Eyes cut him off without hesitation. A sharp thrust from the other tendril snapped through him, knocking the breath from his lungs entirely, forcing his body to react instead of think. “You can,” It corrected, voice low, certain. “You already are.” The slick kept coming, slow at first.
Then steadily, without pause. It filled him until he felt stretched in a way that wasn’t just physical anymore, like there was no clear boundary between where his body ended and that foreign substance began. It pressed against him from the inside, heavy and inescapable, each movement of the tendril only forcing it deeper, spreading it further. The tendril in his ass did not remain idle. It followed suit, dragging more of that same slick along its length as it thrust, coating him, forcing that same overwhelming fullness into him from both ends until there was nowhere left for him to escape it.
Ze’s body shook. Not with resistance, not with strength, but with the fragile, unstable tremors of something that had already been pushed far past its limit. He came finally. Then again for the second time, it tore through him violently due to the prior overstimulation built up, his body locking up around both tendrils as a broken cry ripped free from his throat. The third came faster. Weaker, less real. The fourth barely registered at all.
After that, they blurred together; faint, hollow reactions his body performed out of sheer overstimulation, long after his mind had lost the ability to keep up. Each one drained what little coherence he had left, until even the idea of what was happening began to slip away from him entirely. His head lolled to the side, mouth hung open, slack, drool slipping freely down his chin and soaking into the fabric of his shirt. His eyes, once wide with panic, now stared unfocused into nothing; glassy, distant, empty.
“That’s it,” Eyes murmured, and there was unmistakable satisfaction in the way it said it. “Nothing left to fight with. Nothing left to think about.” The tendrils did not stop immediately. They continued for a while longer, slower now, more deliberate, as if ensuring that the state would hold, that nothing remained untouched, unclaimed, unbroken down into something simpler. Something easier. Finally, at length, they stilled.
The tendrils did not leave him all at once, Eyes drew it out. Slowly, deliberately, the one buried in his ass began to withdraw, easing back inch by inch instead of slipping free. There was no thrusting now, no force, just a long, dragging retreat that made every fraction of movement feel pronounced. The absence came in pieces, stretched out into something Ze could feel but not understand. His body reacted anyway. A faint tremor passed through him, hips giving a weak, unconscious twitch as if trying to follow, to keep that pressure there without knowing why. A small, broken sound slipped from his throat; soft, ruined, barely there. It didn’t matter. Nothing he did mattered. The tendril slid free at last. Warmth followed in its wake; thick slick clinging stubbornly before slowly beginning to leak down, tracing along his skin, gathering beneath him. The sudden emptiness left behind made his body shudder faintly, a hollow response to something already gone. Eyes didn’t stop there.
The other tendril remained inside him. Still, and heavy. Pressed deep within his cunt, unmoving now, as if It wanted him to feel the contrast. To register, in whatever distant, broken way he still could, the difference between being filled and being left empty.
“You feel it, don’t you?” Eyes murmured, its voice low and close, curling around him without direction. “That hollow little space opening back up.” Ze didn’t answer. His lips parted slightly, breath slipping out in a thin, uneven exhale, but there was no thought behind it. No words forming, no resistance left to offer. He was too far gone.
Eyes lingered for a moment longer. Then, just as slowly, the final tendril began to withdraw. It dragged along his inner walls on the way out, unhurried, making the loss unmistakable. His body gave a weak, involuntary clench around it. One last reflexive attempt to hold onto something it no longer had the capacity to want. It didn’t work. The tendril slipped free, leaving him completely, utterly empty. The slick followed after in thick, slow trails, spilling from his now loosened cunt without anything left to keep it inside. It clung to his thighs, warm against the cool air, continuing its slow, steady leak. For a moment; there was nothing. No pressure, no touch, no presence. Just absence.
Ze’s body gave the faintest twitch, a hollow, searching motion that didn’t go anywhere, didn’t mean anything. Eyes observed it in silence. Then, quietly, “That’s better.” There was no response. Ze lay limp, unmoving, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. His eyes remained open, but empty; unfocused, glassy, staring straight through everything around him. Exactly as Eyes had left him.
The darkness began to recede. Not abruptly, not violently; but smoothly, like something loosening its hold. The suffocating void thinned, peeled away, and something else began to take its place. Cool air on his skin. Faint sounds in his ears. Light coming through his closed eyes, too. Without warning; The forest snapped back into existence around him.
Ze’s body dropped with it, hitting the ground with a dull, heavy thud. The impact barely stirred him, only forcing a weak breath from his lungs as leaves crunched beneath him and uneven earth pressed against his skin. The night rushed in all at once. Crickets chirping in uneven rhythm. Wind slipping through branches overhead. Leaves rustling softly, filling the silence that had once been absolute. Moonlight filtered down through the trees, pale and indifferent, casting soft, shifting shadows across his body. Everything was normal. Unchanged like before. Like nothing had happened at all.
Ze didn’t move. His limbs lay where they had fallen, slack and unresponsive. His clothes remained disheveled, his skin exposed to the chill of the night air, that same unfamiliar slick still clinging to him, slowly seeping down and soaking into the dirt beneath him. His chest rose and fell. It rose again; shallow, uneven. “…nnhg…” The sound barely existed, more breath than voice. His eyes fluttered faintly, attempting, failing, to focus on the shapes above him. The trees blurred together, the sky indistinct, the moon nothing more than a pale smear of light in his vision. There was no recognition, no understanding, and no grounding. His body felt too heavy to move, his mind too far away to try. Another breath hitched in his chest. Weak, unsteady. And then it gave out. Whatever fragile awareness still lingered slipped away entirely, his body going slack as his eyes shut, welcoming the darkness fading into his vision. It wasn’t Eyes this time, luckily. It was sleep. Ze was passing out, and he welcomed it with open arms.