One of the smaller tentacle soon curled around his cock, wrapping around it with a tight squeeze, the very tip flicking against the now beet red head of his dick. Jack hisses turned into a groan as the coils of the tentacles moved together in a steadying rhythm, like a facsimile of a hand jerking him off. It wasn’t warm and plush, like how Tim’s hand was whenever they decided to fuck out the day’s stress together, but the slickness and slight pulse of muscle was really really doing it for Jack. His body sighed out in pleasure, legs relaxing further open, allowing himself to be manipulated by the tentacles surrounding him. Whatever—if he wasn’t going to be able to escape this thing anytime soon, he might as well enjoy himself.  

“Frikkin’ hell, this is….this is weird, this is really weird, frikkin’ Pandora, full of god-damn sex monsters, what the f—mmmph!” Jack groaned as a tentacle suddenly shoved into his mouth, pushing its length down towards the back of his throat and swelling up to lodge inside of him.

I’m a thirsty fucker who wants to see Jack ravaged so I decided to write some where he gets fucked silly by a tentacle monster because….we need more tentacles always…some implied Jackothy here, and there might be a tiny sequel more focused on that ship. c:

Warnings for monster sex, cum inflation, tentacles, etc  

Jack didn’t want to admit that, just maybe, some of his scientists had been right when they’d told him that it might be a bad idea to approach the—newly acquired, of heretofore unknown species—creature that had been captured down on Pandora.

But Jack was notorious for not responding to the word “no” when he wanted something, and after a couple of growled threats to shoot everyone present through the spine, the scientists parted to the side and allowed Jack into the enclosure.

The CEO’s hand rested on his gun, eyes sweeping over the rocky enclosure, smattered with the occasional cloned Pandoran plant, the terrain contrasted oddly with the sterile steel walls. He moved further into the enclosure, fingers drumming lazily on the grip of his gun as he searched for the specimen they’d captured. He peered over several outcroppings of rocks that might be hiding the thing, but found nothing. He scowled, about to turn around and yell at the scientists who were surely still watching him, wondering if they’d sent him into an empty enclosure as some kind of stupid prank, when suddenly the ground shook beneath him in a rumbling thump. Jack whirled around, the static air of the enclosure suddenly rushing in his ears as his vision was suddenly consumed with a towering mass of undulating maroon and dark purple spotted with wicked green eyes.

“Fuck!”

The rare swear tore from his lips as he pulled his gun halfway out of its holster, turning to shift back and put some more space between himself and the thing. His heart leapt as a dark appendage shot out, grasping his wrist in a slimy vise and yanking it forward. Jack swore as his gun was jostled from his hold, skittering against the floor. The CEO roared in anger, pulling back against the tentacle as he turned around to run, hoping to find a place to regroup and rethink the situation, but the creature was stronger. It drew Jack back, the man’s shoes dragging in the dirt as he struggled. He elbowed and kicked behind himself, fighting madly even as more and more of the slimy tentacles wrapped around him. It captured his other wrist, one particularly thick appendage wrapping about his waist while more crawled up around his calves like vines winding about a tree trunk. Jack cursed and shouted bloody murder as he was immobilized by the thing, his back pulled flush against the trembling mass even as he thrashed and arched away from the beast.

“Let—let go of me, you ugly son of a taint,” Jack snarled, spit flying from his mouth as he stared murderously over his shoulder, “I’ll chop you up and pan-fry you, you, you motherf—!“

Jack’s breath heaved as the tentacle around him suddenly squeezed, pushing the air of his body in a painful gasp. He swore hoarsely, gritting his teeth as his body stiffened in hurt. He was being held stiffly in the creature’s grasp, tentacles lapping curiously all over him. Jack’s blood pounded in his ears as every last one of his movements save heartbeat and coarse breathing were restrained and stifled by the creature.

“T….the hell do you think you’re doing?” Jack huffed, as if the monster could even understand him. He watched dazedly as the maroon tentacles roved over his front, licking up and down his clothed chest, drooling down his abdomen to settle over his hips. The CEO’s eyes went wide, his arms jerking in an attempt to swat them away, but the appendages wrapped around his wrists held firm.

“H-Hey, woah pumpkin, careful with the merchandise!” Jack growled as his pants were deftly stripped down his legs by the tentacles, his bare legs and golden boxers now exposed to the air as the appendages curled up around his thighs, softly squeezing them as they pulled them apart. Jack swore, center of gravity now unbalanced as he stumbled backwards, rocking fully into the mass of tentacles swarming behind and beneath him. His hands were pulled up above his head and held together, stretching his body out like a bow. The hem of his shirt was pulled up from where it had fallen out of his tucked pants, exposing the ring of chubby flesh, from one too many nights of pretzels and beer, that he always tried to hide. His stomach shuddered, flesh wobbling as the tentacles pet at his abdomen, skirting along the tight waistband of his boxers. Jack’s fists clenched, breath tight in his throat as the tips of the tentacles start to pull at his shorts, tugging them down over his hips. Jack narrowed his eyes accusingly at his cock as it popped upwards, already half-hard and steadily swelling with arousal. A little fat pearl of precum sat atop his reddening cock head, mocking the CEO who was inwardly cursing his body’s response to the beast’s touch.

Some tentacles wound further up his legs, crawling over the boxers stretched between his knees to squeeze the softening, scarred flesh of his thighs. The tips of the tentacles were leaking, dragging soft, glimmering trails of slick over his skin as they trailed lightly over his balls. Jack bit his lip, his dick stiffening to full hardness, curving up towards his belly as his body was mobbed by the squirming appendages.  

One of the smaller tentacle soon curled around his cock, wrapping around it with a tight squeeze, the very tip flicking against the now beet red head of his dick. Jack hisses turned into a groan as the coils of the tentacles moved together in a steadying rhythm, like a facsimile of a hand jerking him off. It wasn’t warm and plush, like how Tim’s hand was whenever they decided to fuck out the day’s stress together, but the slickness and slight pulse of muscle was really really doing it for Jack. His body sighed out in pleasure, legs relaxing further open, allowing himself to be manipulated by the tentacles surrounding him. Whatever—if he wasn’t going to be able to escape this thing anytime soon, he might as well enjoy himself.  

“Frikkin’ hell, this is….this is weird, this is really weird, frikkin’ Pandora, full of god-damn sex monsters, what the f—mmmph!” Jack groaned as a tentacle suddenly shoved into his mouth, pushing its length down towards the back of his throat and swelling up to lodge inside of him.

Jack’s eyebrows creased, a hot wave of insult rising up in his chest as he was gagged and quieted by the thick tentacle now pushing its way down his throat. The CEO coughed around the tentacle, muscles in his throat spasming around it as it thrusted against the slickness of the man’s insides. He could feel something warm and thick suddenly spurting down his throat, clogging up inside of him and gradually settling into his stomach. He let out a moan, choked by the thick appendage in his mouth, his lips pressing around the mass as he started to suck around it. His tongue pressed upwards against the underside of the tentacle, lolling over it and tasting the thick film slicking the way into Jack’s body. It tasted earthy and semisweet as it filled his mouth, the tip deep in his throat continuing to spurt fluid into his stomach. Jack hummed pleasantly around the tentacle in his mouth, feeling a sudden fuzzy head rush overwhelm him, his preexisting arousal spiking as euphoria flooded from his stomach outwards.

Several heavier tentacles were groping over Jack’s chest and abdomen, two pushing his many layers up and curling around his soft pecs, the tips flicking and pinching against his dark pink nipples. His back arched, spine nearly parallel with the ground as his form was fully supported by the bed of tentacles comprising the monster’s body.

Just when Jack was thinking that the monster would be content to ravage him through the mouth and jack him off, of-frikkin’-course several thick tentacles slid past his taint towards his ass. A sharp gush of fluid flooded down his throat just as Jack started to clench up against the probing appendages, causing him to let out a muffled moan and involuntarily relax. His thighs were pulled even further apart, straining against his hips as the tentacles pushed between his asscheeks, wedging up against his hole as the tips tried to work their way inside. Jack panted around the tentacle in his mouth, his eyes nearly crossing as the first tentacle breached inside of him, its path slicked with lubricant dribbling from its tip. His ass spasmed around the intrusion, but it pushed past his reluctance, which was already being slowly whittled away with whatever the monster was feeding him orally. His body was thrumming with pleasure, his muscles slowly relaxing and welcoming the tentacles into his ass as a second and third pushed into his hole, wiggling their way inside next to their precursor.

Jack had never felt this full before—sure, he and Tim had messed around a lot in ways that usually ended in him getting a cock up his ass, and Jack had experimented with toys from time to time, but none of them could hold a candle to the squirming, swelling tentacles stretching open his overstuffed ass. They penetrated deeper and deeper inside of him, pulsing and slicking their way with a glut of lubrication that Jack could feel steadily dripping out of him and drooling down the curves of his asscheeks.

He jolted when the bundle of writhing tentacles suddenly pressed up against his prostate, sending fires of pleasure through his body and causing it to seize up, his eyes rolling up in his head as his spine curved sharply. He cried out around the tentacle stuffed in his mouth, panting hard through his nose as the spot was pressed and tickled mercilessly, wave after wave of pleasure groaning through him as he trembled, his chest and stomach tingling with sweat beneath the mess of dark hair littering his torso.

A disgusting thrill ran through Jack as the tentacles pushed further and further inside of him, past his prostate, stretching him out to his very limit, to the degree where he was sure something was going to rip or pop. The risk of injury made him tremble with fear and lust, his cock throbbing in the monster’s grip, melting pearly white over the flexing maroon tentacle coiled about his member.

Jack groaned as he watched the pudgy, tan flesh of his belly expand outwards as the tentacles snaked further inside of him, probing the very depths of his innards. The silvery scars and stretch marks on his stomach shone and expanded in the light of the facility and the movement billowing inside him. He felt the tentacles swell and pulse, wriggling and undulating, their movements showing against his skin and making him shudder with sick pleasure. Tears welled up in the CEO’s eyes at the sheer sensations that shrieked through his body, and he knew he was close, so close to getting off as his body jackknifed in the thick grip of the tentacles.

A couple of final squeezes to his cock had Jack coming, body shuddering as a strangled yelp tore from his stuffed throat. His head threw back into the undulating mass of the creature as his cock spurted up into the air and landed back against his bulging, quivering belly, splattering his tan skin with an appealing paint of pearly white. The tentacles around him shuddered, those wrapped around his torso and limbs tightening in a sudden quake of sensation as a rush of bright gold fluid spurted from the tips of the appendages, streaking over Jack’s ravaged body and flooding his insides from both ends. Jack let out a lazy, post-coital moan as the monster’s cum was pumped into him, listless even as he felt his already bulging stomach stretch taunt as he was filled up to the brim with fluid. Wet tentacles licked over the swollen flesh, softly caressing him as the monster’s movements slowed to a gentle crawl over his limp, well-fucked form.

Jack breathed steadily around the tentacle in his mouth, his eyelids fluttering as his vision swam and spotted and he lost himself to the fullness consuming him, pure satisfaction settling deep into his gut and brain as pleasure danced inside of him.  

Eventually, the swollen tentacles inside of Jack deflated, withdrawing slowly from the tight, messy confines of his body. The man shuddered at the sudden loss of pressure, the cum that had flooded his insides now drooling out of him in a gush that stained his thighs and the floor beneath him with glimmering golden release—thicker and sticker than the residue that had been left on his body by some of the smaller tentacles. He let out a groan as he relaxed back into the mass of tentacles, the appendages now lazily massaging his body instead of restraining him, those wound around his thighs and arms now softly stroking over his sore muscles. The tentacle in his mouth pulled out from where it had buried deep in his throat, lingering over his lips for a moment as Jack inhaled, finally able to breath freely.

“Least you’re not the love ‘em and leave ‘em type….” Jack chuckled hoarsely, the tip of the tentacle slipping down his chin before settling on his shoulder and carefully sweeping over his collar. The CEO licked his lips, tasting the remainder of the fluid it had pumped him with as it dribbled over his chin, Jack looking as if he had drunk from a chalice of burning gold. It dripped onto his chest, exposed from where the tentacles had torn at his collar. Glimmering yellow trails streaked across his tan skin, painted in tattoos marking him in the flesh with his sin.

He looked like some kind of obscene god.

Jack sighed, legs spread out, thick and brilliant cum drooling from his open hole and splattered over his hips and stomach. The maroon tentacles of the monster had settled into a makeshift throne, supporting Jack’s body as he sat back, obscene and on display and utterly uncaring, even as the door to the enclosure flicked open and the researched edged into the enclosure. Jack had a pleased, devious smile on his lips, head lolling dreamily to the side as he looked at the scientists, their voices stuck in their throats, eyes fixed on the debauched scene before them.

The monster vibrated with a purr, the pulse shimmering through Jack’s body, as it retrieved his pistol from the floor, planting it in his open hand. Tentacles pet at Jack’s hair like a lover’s fingers, carding through the sweaty locks and clearing them from his forehead. Jack’s heavy, half-lidded gaze flicked from the gun to the gathered scientists, the click of the safety echoing through the clinical silence of the enclosure.

“Sorry, kiddos. No one gets to see Handsome Jack like this and live.”

Moments later, and the monster’s tentacles were crawling across the rocky floor of the enclosure to drag the bleeding bodies of the scientists over to its mass, tentacles drooling in anticipation of the meal the CEO had provided for it. Jack chuckled hoarsely, his free hand lazily stroking one of the affectionate tentacles wiggling up against him, even daring to press a kiss to one of the little ones lingering near his face.

“Mmmm…you’re going to love Timmy, pumpkin.”