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A Rival Compared

by Magus Kiruleus

It started with a flex.

The sleek black fur could barely contain the growing mound of flesh, of solid meat bulging away as he lifted the beer up to his jaws and guzzled away at it. Some of it dripped onto the tank top that was two sizes too small, which was already plastered so tightly to his body that every single crevice of his eight pack was visible. The very formally dressed squidfolk, Neville, could have reached out and ran his fingers through them all.

"You've got good taste, lad," the bass voice flowed out, catching his attention and forcing him to realize he'd been staring. The dark purple squid looked sharply back up at the much taller man. The badger was grinning just like his friend Rory did, when he was thinking bad thoughts.

"No, I don't taste good at all, sir," the purple one said in a rush. The grin only became wider as the badger shifted in even closer. One massive, hefty arm looped over the small one's shoulder, as if delivering a hug from the side. The weight of it made the purple one want to buckle.

"Heh. That's not what Rory tells me, lad," the badger replied, mischief in almost every syllable. Neville shivered under the arm.

"Oh you know Lord Rory?" the squid almost squeaked as the muscular beast lifted his arm up again, for another drink. The mound looked even harder up close.

"Aye, lad. And he's told me all about you, and him. He thinks I'm his rival, you see," the badger glowered. "The name's Oak. You can call me Lord Oak."

The squid gave a hard swallow as Oak appropriated the playful honorific for himself. Oak's free hand reached forward to toy with the black tie of the squid's dress shirt.

"N'villulath'u," the purple one responded self-consciously. "But you can call me Neville like everyone else, sir. Have you heard about our great and powerful benefactor from beyond the deeps?"

"Nay, lad. Why don't you tell me all about him, in private."

The squid shivered again under the big arm.

"Private?" he squeaked.

"Yes. Private." He leaned in to whisper, just a bit closer to the squid's round head. "You know. All personal like. And we can chat about Rory together. Or do more than chatting, if you're up for it. As his rival, it's only right you compare him to me."

He was already imagining what a comparison might entail, and his features betrayed that completely.

Oak leaned in close enough for his hot breath to tease against the squid's ear hole. "How about it, lad? You, me, somewhere private ... comparing."

An electric pulse went up the squid's spine, and he raised his hand high. "Checkplease!"

Oak had never kissed someone like Neville before. In the elevator, on their way up, they couldn't stop kissing. The badger held the scrawny body very close to his, mouths locked. The four small tentacles extending from around Neville's mouth - they toyed around Oak's muzzle and his neck, gripping and squeezing so as not to let him get away. He smelled like alcohol, meat and sweat, all together - an even headier brew in the confined space. The younger's hands were in an almost constant state of motion, feeling and squeezing every bit of the still sort-of-clothed badger.

The only reason Nevill let go at all was because the door chimed about to open, and he sensed someone on the other side. They parted quick, though Oak still held one wrist - a grip used to almost drag the very willing youth towards the hotel room. Both hands fumbled their way in getting the key card out of his wallet. Neville's tentacular kisses suddenly applied to the back of his neck in a sneak attack, and lithe fingers explored their way over the too tight shirt.

He murmured a noise of pleasure, right before the door budged and they rushed inside at last. The badger locked the door much quicker than he got it open - but not quick enough. An unexpected force twisted him around and shoved him back against it. The scrawny arms grabbed his wrists, pinning them there, overcoming raw muscle with telekinetic strength.

It was unnecessary. He didn't resist anyway.

Neville danced kisses over the badger's chest, both the parts that were covered and the parts that were bare. His mouthtacles fussed around Oak's flesh, and the shirt, slipping into it despite the tightness. The flesh practically burned for all the attention. A ripping sound jarred Oak out of his daze, but only slightly. He looked down, where the purple one had torn open the chest of his tank top, baring the broad, white surface completely.

The badger blinked lazily, looking more directly at the nervous squidfolk. Neville's eyes were asking for approval. The grinning Oak dazedly gave him a nod. Hefty arms flexed against the wall.

Neville hungrily continued the frontal attack, lips and tents feeling and prodding all over the open surface. The round nipples came under the most fire, deftly pinched and massaged by the dextrous appendages. Neville's hands let go, only to feel their way down his sides, to his hips, to pull their groins closer together. Two very hard rods sought to wrestle between the layer of clothes.

"Fuck me" the badger groaned under his breath. Trying to reach down was fruitless; his wrists were still held up by the psychic force. The hands on his hips went lower, to squeeze at the steel-like glutes.

"Only if you want me to, Lord Oak," the squid whispered, tracing one finger in between the slabs of meat.

"Heh," he gave a breathy laugh, the shirt still tight on his gasping abdomen. "If you've got more surprises like that, I think I'd let you."

Lithe fingers slowly inserted themselves into the back of his pants, and fought to drag the shirt's edge out from under it.

"I have lots," the squidfolk tried not to sound like he was bragging. Fingers stopped fussing, when he'd successfully extricated it from all around. Then they sneaked higher, caught between fabric and muscle, forcing the fingers into pressing hard at the cobblestone path. He was practically rubbing them, and was greeted by an appreciative groan from the badger.

Neville stopped all at once, and dragged his hands back out. Oak gave another groan, but of disappointment this time, not pleasure.

"D-don't stop, lad. This is great," he said, pled. Arms strained against the telekinetic force, hefty mounds bulging fruitlessly - decoration, for Neville to feel up.

"Rory likes being helpless," Neville said, rubbing Oak's right bicep. His own right hand went beneath Oak's jaws, slowly scratching along his chin. "Do you like being helpless?"

The slightly dazed badger gave a very quick nod.

"Aye, lad. Helpless." The black arms gave a twitch of a flex, and Oak stared at each in turn. "Helpless is good. After all ... Anything Rory can take, I can take harder."

His whole body clenched on display, straining further at the psychic bonds holding him back against the door. The hefty black limbs trembled with the effort as he forced his wrists several inches forward - a feat that would have been impressive even if the badger wasn't half drunk. Neville gulped hard at the sight, and fearfully wondered what he could do sober.

The squidfolk waited for Oak to stop straining, and released the psychic bonds on his own terms. Pumped arms felt the looseness and lowered slowly, rubbing back against the door behind him. The grinning badger loomed over the scrawny figure as dangerously as ever. Neville's hands meekly played with the bottom of Oak's shirt.

"Take this off please," Neville garnered the strength to half ask, half order.

The great badger licked his lips hungrily. His much thicker fingers had to dig in to get under the fabric, wrists crossed - arms, accidentally flexed as they began the difficult task of peeling the cloth away from his chiseled core.

"You mean like this, lad?" he teased back as inch by inch of his white furred abdomen came into view.

"Yeslikethat," Neville replied in a rush, suddenly feeling very dry. It was only worse when Oak lifted his arms above his head, and pulled the shirt off of it. It stayed stuck on his arms, right behind his head - which is to say, he left it that way on purpose.

"All the way?" the badger kept teasing, taking the moment to struggle in his flimsy bonds, twisting his now completely bare torso this way and that. The squidfolk practically fell to his knees right there, and let his mouth dive in against the padded cobblestones.

They both almost lost their balance, but Neville's hands gripped his waist again, and held on as tight as he could while lips and tents danced over the rigid slabs of meat.

"Yes," Neville said over top of the badger's pleasured noises, lewd excitement readily apparent in his own voice. "Fuck yes, take it off already."

That was definitely an order. Oak hastily slipped the fabric from his wrists, and was about to throw it away when Neville gave him another, around a mouthful of meat. "Blindfold. Use it as a blindfold."

The badger was still grinning as he gave a soldier's affirmation of "Sir, yes, sir." Neville watched intensely as eyes were covered up, sealing their use for the ecstasy to come. Oak blindly shrugged - a shrug that looked halfway to a flex, hands clenched, arms bent out to the side. "Like this then, lad?"

Neville nodded, then remembered that was pointless and quickly clarified, "Fuck yes."

A bad thought occurred to him. He pried himself away from the badger, hands stroking down the still clothed glutes, before stepping aside.

"Get down, Sir. On your hands and knees," the purple one ordered. A quick slap to Oak's arse was unnecessary - but not unwelcome, the mischievous one himself rumbling a laugh at it as he knelt down onto the floor.

"What now, sir?" the badger asked coyly, 'looking' around despite his lack of sight.

"Now..." weight introduced itself to the hefty badger's bod as the scrawny squid straddled the beast. Something looped around Oak's neck and snout, and tugged it left and right. "... Take us to the bedroom."

Something slapped hard against his right flank and goaded him forward.

The half-drunk badger was still humorously rumbling to himself, as he did as ordered, giving the squid a ride. He padded forward slowly, following Neville's guiding tugs and "disciplinary" slaps. The squid wasn't very heavy at all. The exertion that showed in Oak's back, rippling muscles coiling and bulging with each step - that was all show.

Oak had the distinct impression that Neville had taken them around the whole complex once or twice already, before they finally got to the bed frame. He was about to climb on, when the Something around his neck tightened sharply, cutting off his breath until he held back.

Neville's breath was suddenly very closer to his ear.

"Anything Rory can take, you can take harder?" the squid repeated with a hush.

The badger gave a nod - meekly, for the first time that night, keenly aware of the reversal of their roles.

The Something slipped off his snout and neck.

"I won't," Neville swallowed, "Hold back with you then."

The squid climbed off, and gave Oak's arse another whipping. That time the badger twitched, before he slowly turned around and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Wouldn't have it any other way, lad," the badger said. He was about to start undoing his belt, when Neville pushed him back. Bent elbows caught him and held his clenched torso at an angle. The kneeling squid worked on the belt himself, while his mouth worked over the hardened abdominals. More groaning followed.

Oak almost didn't recognize when more of the Somethings had shown up, and started coiling around his forearms. Only then did he realize what they were in his blindfolded state.

"Tentacles?" the badger asked in surprise. "More tentacles?"

He tried to move his arm. The tentacle binding held it tight.

"Yes," Neville made a sound two predators shy of a growl. The belt loop whistled as he pried it away from Oak's waist.

"It's a trick," he clarified. The leather of the belt wrapped around the badger's neck right after, and Neville pulled it snug enough for Oak to gasp. "I can summon them. I told you. I have lots of tricks..."

Lithe fingers scratched through the badger's pelt, dragging up and down, searching for a pair of sensitive nubs on his chest. The pinching and twisting was immediate and sharp.

"Ooo. Lad. That's..."

"Let me in, to your mind," the squid cooed softly. One hand reached up to stroke along the back of his head, and then underneath his chin. "Rory did. Let me in, and I can give you the worship you deserve... Lord Oak..."

The badger shivered. His ears had lowered themselves.

"I'm..." it was the stud's turn to swallow. Inebriated so, his mental defenses were already at half strength. Any token resistance would have fallen under pressure.

He dropped that, too. After all, he was tougher than Rory.

"I'm all yours, lad," he said confidently. Arms shifted, lowering his shoulders down onto the bed as they tried to flex instead.

"Go ahead," he growled. "Go on and worship me."

Oak's zipper came undone.

"Will fucking do, sir," Neville replied. The squid pulled Oak's pants open wide, giving the blue boxers some more room to stick up. The badger was still wearing far too much. Neville decided to fix that in one fell swoop, grabbing at the fabric on his sides, and dragging them down together.

The hard rod slapped into Oak's stomach as soon as it was free, before just standing straight up. A bead of pre was at the tip. Neville's mouth watered just looking at it. He fought to get the clothes down the thick thighs, and let Oak help in kicking them off his ankles.

That's when he dived in. The squid's mouth opened. The blindfolded badger couldn't tell what made contact first: one of the four mouthtacles, his lips, or his tongue. He felt them all encircling his thick shaft, immediate pleasure forcing a gasp from him as Neville used them all to great - perfect effect. The tip of one prodded at his perineum, sending lightning bolts into his prostate. Two looped around his sack, gripping and massaging them tight while the rest of the masterful blowjob went on.

Driven by the hunk of a man in his grasp, Neville brought Oak to squirming faster than either of them expected he could. Bent arms made more of an effort to pull at the tentacles holding him down. His back arched upwards whenever Neville gave the orbs a tug, or squeezed a blast of precum out of them. Neville had him like that for more than a dozen minutes at least.

Oak was in too much pleasure to realize, he should have orgasmed at least once already, if not twice. All he knew was he didn't want it to stop.

And then it did.

"N-no, lad. No, don't stop," he begged, trying to bend up and plea with his captor. "Don't stop don't stop please, lad, that's ama-"

His voice was suddenly silenced as Neville kissed him again, laying atop the much bigger bod - nakedly, Oak realized. But the kiss was much more forceful this time. Two of the mouthtacles circled his neck above the belt of a collar and squeezed it tight. The other two wrapped loosely around his snout, then forced themselves deep into his mouth while they kissed still.

He couldn't even groan, as the tentacles fucked his mouth. The tentacles on his wrists started pulling him towards the center of the bed. Oak had just enough sense of self to help them, scooting along with the added weight of the squid on top. Each motion pushed their shafts closer together, made worse as Neville aggressively frotted him as hard as he kissed.

More tentacles looped around his ankles. His toes curled instinctively. And then all four groups of tentacles on his limbs dragged out hard, bringing limbs to full extension, spread eagled. He was a perfect, helpless X.

And he couldn't breathe.

His arms tried to struggle against the unusual bindings. Even with growing desperation, it was just as ineffective as before. His chest started to ache, and the rest of him fought desperately to get some kind of air in around the kissing squid. His lower half thrust up wildly at Neville, members crashing together, so forceful he was bucking the smaller body almost completely off of him.

Neville got the message. With a final harsh twist of Oak's nipples, the squid drew back from the kiss. Mouthtacles released their tight grip on his neck and out of his mouth, and instead massaged hard all over the broad slabs of his chest.

"Ahh. Ohh, fuck. Fuck, lad," the badger said, dazedly trying to catch his lost breath. His whole torso rose with each needed gasp. The tips of his mouthtacles teased harder at the vulnerable nubs on his chest, continuing right along with the grinding down below. Both bodies kept up their rhythmic dance. Oxygen seared through his already burning nervous system.

Again he realized the throbbing need to get off, how close he was to bursting any second, and how long he'd already been on that point. He was dimly aware that something was Denying him.

"Lad ... Lad, I -" A finger alighted on Oak's lips to stop him.

"Shush," he cowed the badger. "Don't you worry your pretty little head, sir."

The squid's hand slapped hard across Oak's face without warning, shocking him into more alertness. A new set of tentacles wrapped around his maw, and held his jaws shut. Neville crawled his way backwards down the beast, dragging his lips and mouthtacles all over the badger's hard, straining torso.

"You're going to enjoy this, Lord Oak ... I promise, you're going to enjoy every bit of this, until you can't take anymore..."

In his wake, more tentacles introduced themselves around the badger's bod, coiling around his torso like shibari ropework. Even if Neville thought he looked good in them, they weren't just for show. Their grip intensified, squeezing his whole torso to the point it couldn't swell to breathe anymore. Shallow gasps through his nose were all he could manage to feed his continued struggles.

Neville didn't give him any time to adjust to his labored breathing.

A single tentacle coiled its way around his shaft, starting at the glans, teasing the hyper-sensitive tip for much longer than it needed to before it circled lower. Unable to speak, unable to move, and barely able to breathe, the hunky badger was reduced to one thing and one thing alone: taking it. He had no choice. His nerves, aflame, felt the tentacle winding around every inch of his shaft, from tip, down, down to the base.

He thought it'd end there - but it didn't. It kept going lower, around his sack. A shiver ran up the entire length of his spine at the contact, and was made all the worse when the tentacle gently pressed between the orbs. The tip ended pressing right into his perineum, balls tied and separated in its grasp.

Oak gave a softer whine as his hips shifted around, feeling the tentacle upon his most sensitive areas moving with it. His lack of speech made it harder to beg, but he tried anyway, muted noises pleading for something. Neville didn't respond - the tentacle did for him. Slowly it gripped his shaft and sack tighter, pressure building to almost painful levels before it released. Then it squeezed again. And again.

The tentacle was jacking him off, rough and hard and slow, the iron-stiff member outright aching with need but still his orgasm was denied. It was too soon. Neville used the distraction it provided to have the other tentacles maneuver Oak's limper limbs. Stretched arms were brought curled in, the great cannon biceps on display again. His knees were tugged up into the air, still spread, allowing better access to the badger land in between. Oak realized he should be struggling only too late.

Neville ran his hand along Oak's front, rubbing his abs and rubbing the binding tentacles into his abs. The unexpected motion added to the rhythmic squeezing on his genitals, and forced a groan from his breathless lungs. Then something hot and moist pressed just below his sack, and this, Oak knew, was not a tentacle.

The massage across his torso continued as Neville lined his manhood up with the badger's hole. The big, gagged, utterly helpless, mustelid stud squirmed in front of him - a perfectly willing, so very tough victim of a hunk, drooling and sweating and leaking from so much exertion. The image was practically perfect as an aphrodesiac.

Neville jarred himself from the heady feeling of control, and made sure his shaft head was pressed against the badger's opening. Hips pushed forward slowly, moist meat spreading meat ... and then he was in.

The joined lovers took a moment to simply hold on and feel where flesh met flesh, the shaft spearing deeper into the badger's bod. Oak gave a muffled groan as it dug against, then passed his prostate right on by. The badger was squeezing hard enough to sense every twitch of Neville's shaft, but the squid would not be denied. Neville chewed down on his own lip as he overcame tightness bit by bit, inching all the way into the hot space.

Fingers playfully tweaked the panting badger's nipples again, and settled there for continued torment. Neville drew back half way, dragging the meat away from the studly figure's depths, only to drive it back in. Several more prods like that, slow and direct, had Oak back to shifting in place. The flexing hunk tried to fight against the tentacular restraints, but only succeeded helping fingers tug at his own nipples.

"That's it," Neville whispered, suddenly remembering that at least one of them had a voice. His hips drew further back, but he thrust in faster than before. "My ... my hunky lord ... is enjoying this."

Gagged, Oak had no coherent response. He was shaking his head, but it didn't actually seem like he was protesting. Neville knew better. The squid was only picking up speed, thrusting a little faster, a little harder, every time he drew back, and the harder he hilted, the more the badger struggled so helplessly in the tentacles' grasp.

Abs rippled and fought to crunch, to push out and breathe deeper. Still a full breath was denied him. His body buzzed with a lack of air, and an abundance of pleasure. Lightning shot up his spine in a new way with every thrust. He thought it was just his prostate, until a storm blazed into the helpless buds on his chest instead.

"MMPH?!" His mind flared as it tried to comprehend how Neville's very touch had turned electric, blasting his nerves even worse then they already were.

"Shhh," the squid tried to quiet him again, though lightning didn't end. It only got worse. "Just let it happen."

Neville's hands abandoned the buds, only to start dragging his fingertips along every other part of his chest, down his sides, then out along his arms. Fire traced along with them underneath his fur, sending his senses into a downward spiral of ecstasy. Bliss, inescapable, was practically everywhere. It denied him all sense of time, or perspective. Rational thought was a distant memory to raw sensation.

There was just then, the act, the helplessness and struggle of the bonds he had willingly allowed on his person.

He didn't realize how fast Neville was going, until he heard the youth give up a louder gasp. By the time he did, it could have already been an hour for all he kew, if not more. Seed unloaded into the badger's body, and Oak couldn't tell if it was burning or freezing compared to all the rest of him. Neville didn't give his senses the time to make up their mind either. He laid down flat over the badger, and tentacles got out of the way so their naked bodies could press firmly together.

Neville's arms circled tight around his partner, and Oak was introduced to a new level of thunder. The body hugging him did its best impression of an electric eel, delivering the shocking feeling to every single inch of his front and everywhere the hugging arms passed. His shaft, too - abandoned by the pumping tentacle and caught between his own body and the squid's - was completely overtaken by the storm.

The once-squirming body was driven to thrashing beneath the weight, doing his helpless best to buck the living lightning bolt off of his skin. His lungs awkwardly dragged in new oxygen as his hardened musculature was forced into rock solidness by the estim - a blessing Neville had missed for only a few seconds, before taking it away.

The tentacle wrapping around his snout lengthened and ensnared his nose, covering and pinching it completely shut, and with it, his only chance at air. His little gasps, gone, left him with only a token amount of oxygen to hold onto. Ecstasy, electricity, pain and pleasure, all swirled in his veins.

Some unknown block was finally lifted inside his mind. The dam cracked open wide, and the floodwaters raged - his seed, pent up, built up, blasted out between their bodies. It near coated his abdomen entirely, soaking into the cracks of his eight pack, and a good share caught between their grinding chests.

And then Oak just couldn't take anymore. His struggles gave way at last, slowing down as the oxygen left his veins and everything was overwhelmed by the bliss tormenting him. His lungs screamed for breath, but his great musculature had already thrashed as much as it could. On the edge of consciousness, swept away on waves of pleasure, the need faded with it.

He realized the electricity was gone, as soon as his jaws were freed to a blast of fresh air. The flood of oxygen itself was a whole new level of intoxication, making the badger even more dazed than before. His groans were low and instinctual and all he could make out for a good while. Limbs gave the barest tugs at the tentacles still holding them down.

The blindfold was pushed aside, so that the first thing Oak could see was the similarly dazed, panting squid. His purple skin seemed to have turned two or three shades redder, but for the moment, the two of them just stared at each other.

"... Fuck," was the first word Oak could get out. He had to pant even more because of it. "No, no wonder Rory likes you."

The red tint deepened as Neville gave a clear blush. He toyed with some of the sticky seed on Oak's chest, mussing up the already very messy, short fur.

"I'm..." Neville swallowed, suddenly remembering to be nervous about the encounter. "I'm very glad you enjoyed it, Lord Oak."

The badger's dazed expression widened into a grin. Somewhere in his reserves, he found the strength to pull hard at the restraints still wrapped around his wrists. Neville's eyes were drawn inexorably back to the shapely mounds of his arms, all the sweatier for their time in bondage.

"So, lad... How did I compare to Rory?" the grinning Oak teased.

Neville quickly pulled the blindfold back down over the incorrigible badger's eyes, before his shock could be seen.

"Oh look I forgot to compare a few things."