Takeshi's Tunnel

  This is a commission by Silver Verity! You can find part 2 on my SubscribeStar! "Come on, just a little closer... Open your mouth..." Whispering in the trembling boy's ear, I clapped my hand over my grinning mouth as his lips parted and closed around the dripping disembodied cock in front of his face. He'd spent most of the night running from it, but as adorable as he was, I found myself wanting a little more. Thankfully, all it took was one little suggestion for him to give in to his true desires, and now he was swallowing it down like a champ. "Don't forget to use your tongue," I whispered, sliding one hand between my thighs, "You want to feel it empty into your throat." As if in a trance, the boy began to swirl his tongue over the head while squirming in place, his fingers pulling at the hem of his long t-shirt. I could see his own erection poking through the shirt, and I knew my work was just about done after half a year of sneaking into ...

  Heavy bass pounds through your body as you sway to the beat, colored lights flashing rhythmically overhead. Even on the edge of the crowd, you can feel the heat filling the warehouse from the hundreds of moving bodies packed within the walls. You came here with a friend, but you've long since lost track of where they are, lost somewhere in the sea of people writhing in front of you.  Looking back at the door for a moment, you notice a handful of guys yelling angrily at someone, their voices all but drowned out by the music. You wonder what's going on, but by the time you finish the thought, one of the men falls suddenly on his face and you catch a glimpse of the person who dropped him. Standing alone between four more muscle bound dudebros is a girl wearing a loose pink pajama onesie, the open zipper revealing her black underwear and flat stomach. You find yourself edging closer to see what's going on, but you still can't hear anything they're saying. Stepping bar...

   The alarm on your nightstand blares in your ear, forcing you to roll over in bed and search for the silence button with your hand. Smacking various areas with no luck, you finally find the body of the clock and pull furiously, tearing the plug out of the outlet. Finally blessed with silence, you take a deep breath and rub your eyes, willing yourself upright after a few minutes. You don't hear anyone moving around upstairs, and looking at the blackened window at the top of your wall, you realize it must be late enough for everyone to have gone to bed.  A slow gurgle emanates from your stomach as you crawl out of bed, and you grimace from hunger. Empty wrappers and a tub of G-fuel are the only things left in your room, so it looks like you're taking an adventure upstairs. You creep up the wooden staircase carefully, trying not to make any noise, and crack open the door to make sure nobody's outside. Satisfied that it's all clear, you slip through the doorway and make y...

  "Sigriiiiid!" Sprinting through the lab, Bird the Robot looks frantically for her partner, opening cabinets and closets then slamming them shut.  "Sigriiid! Where are you Sigriiiiid?!"  No piece of furniture remains undisturbed as Bird rushes around the room, blue feathers trailing behind her and knocking over almost everything on the desks. The clank of her metallic feet echoes throughout the lab and into the next room where Sigrid sits, head in her hands. Pulling her goggles off and letting out a heavy sigh, she drags her metal hand down her face, her tired eye rolling in its socket.  "I'm in here, Bird." calling out to the frenzied robot, Sigrid leans back in her swivel chair, letting her feet stretch out as the clanking gets louder and stops in the doorway. "Sigrid! Can I get pregnant?!"  Sighing again, the scientist lets her arms hang off the sides as she tries to find the words to answer. "Are you asking me if you're able to ...

  Something's off.  You can feel it in your head, in your heart, in your bones, something's different and wrong. It's pulling at your psyche, like someone's trying to claw out from a under a sea of gelatin. When you go to sleep you hear it speaking to you, but you can't remember what it said when you wake up. Looking at yourself in the mirror, it's like there's a silhouette behind you. You try to ignore it as best you can, going along with your day but it keeps nagging at you. It's like someone's following you at all times, and nothing you do can shake them. Stepping into the shower, you let the hot water run down your skin and through your long white hair. You need to relax, the stress is eating away at you. Turning away from the showerhead to reach for a bottle of shampoo, you feel the clasp of a hand on your shoulder and freeze in place. You know for a fact that there's nobody in the shower with you, but the grip is unmistakable. Turning back ...