"Nervous?" Michael asked, his clawed hands settling on my hips.
"Should I be?"
"No." He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear despite the water. "But I like that you are. Makes you even more delicious."
Before I could respond, his mouth was on mine. That too-long tongue invaded, exploring, claiming. I groaned into the kiss, my hands coming up to grip his shoulders. His skin was scaly under my palms, and almost silky at the same time.
He broke the kiss, spinning me around so my back was pressed against his chest. I could feel his cock, hard and thick, pressing against my lower back. Bigger than any human I’d met, which made my pulse quicken with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.
"There's a ledge," he murmured, guiding me forward a few steps. "Bend over it."
I saw what he meant—a half-wall that separated the shower area from the rest of the locker room. It was the perfect height. I hesitated for just a moment before bending forward, bracing my hands on the cool tile surface.
Michael's hands roamed over my back, my ass, spreading me open. I heard him make a satisfied sound. "Someone already loosened you up for me. How thoughtful."
The tentacles. He knew. Of course he knew.
Something slick and warm pressed against my hole—his fingers, I realized, working more of what had to be lube into me. Not that I probably needed much after the tentacles, but I appreciated the care. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching me carefully while I tried to keep my breathing steady.
Around us, I could sense more attention turning our way. The shower had gotten quieter, conversation dying down as people realized what was about to happen. My face burned,but my cock was leaking steadily, betraying how much the exhibitionism turned me on.
"Such a good boy," Michael purred, his fingers curling to brush my prostate. I jerked, a whimper escaping my throat. “I'm going to enjoy this."
He withdrew his fingers, and I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my entrance. He was big, far bigger than anything I'd taken before, bigger even than the tentacle. My body tensed instinctively.
"Breathe," Michael commanded, one hand sliding up my spine in a soothing gesture. "Relax for me, Brad. Let me in. I’m going to takeverygood care of you."
I forced myself to take a breath, to relax my muscles. The pressure increased slowly, insistently, and then the thick head of his cock popped past my ring. I gasped at the stretch, my fingers scrabbling against the tile for purchase.
"That's it," Michael praised, holding still to let me adjust. "Such a good boy."
He pushed in another inch, then another. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but not quite crossing that line. Whatever that slick substance was, it made everything easier, allowing my body to accommodate his size. I could feel every ridge, every contour of his demonic cock as he filled me.
When he was finally seated fully inside me, I was panting, my whole body trembling. I felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what should have been possible. But underneath the overwhelming sensation was pure pleasure, radiating out from where we were joined.
"Fuck," I breathed, my voice echoing off the tile walls. "You're huge."
"And you're taking every inch." His claws dug lightly into my hips as he pulled back slowly, then thrust forward again.Not hard, just testing, finding his rhythm. "Such a good little human."
The praise sent a thrill through me. He started to move in earnest then, building up speed gradually. Each thrust drove deeper, hitting spots inside me that made my vision blur. The angle was perfect, his cock dragging across my prostate with every stroke.
I was making sounds I didn't recognize. There were whimpers, moans, and broken pleas for more. The exhibitionism I'd worried about earlier became fuel for my arousal. I could feel eyes on us, could hear the shuffle of feet as more men gathered to watch. Some were touching themselves, I realized, getting off on the sight of me being fucked raw by a demon.
Michael's pace increased, his hips snapping against my ass with wet slaps that echoed through the shower. The water streamed over us, making everything slick and hot. One of his hands left my hip to reach around and grab my cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.
"You feel incredible," he growled, his layered voice vibrating through my chest. "So tight, so warm. I could fuck you for hours."
"Please," I gasped, loving that idea. It wasn’t like I could think of much else. Each thrust of his massive cock made my mind go blank except for the overwhelming need building in my core.
He changed his angle slightly, and suddenly every thrust was hitting my prostate dead-on. I cried out, my back arching, and Michael made a satisfied sound.
"There it is," he said, his strokes becoming more deliberate, more focused. "Right there."
I was babbling now, a stream of "fuck" and "yes" and "Michael" pouring from my lips. My cock was throbbing in his hand, precum mixing with the shower water as he jerked meexpertly. The dual stimulation was too much. I could feel my orgasm building, that tension coiling low in my balls.
"I'm close," I warned, though I could barely form the words. My whole body was wound tight, every nerve ending on fire.
"Then cum for me," Michael commanded, his voice dropping to something almost hypnotic. "Let everyone see how good I make you feel."
