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Day 16

  Getting kidnapped by some psycho-creature was the last thing Darry Jenner ever thought would happen during spring break. Hell, it sounded so much better to sit awkwardly between his mom and sister, Trish, while they argued about some boy Trish was (or wasn't) dating. Darry would take anything over this, whatever this was.. Darry didn't fucking know. What Darry did know is that he was scared-shitless and every little creak and groan he heard doubled the beating of his heart. All the incoming adrenaline from being scared left Darry with the sound of blood rushing through his ears and hot skin. Darry felt like he went deaf, he was too fucking petrified to pay attention to anything, but the pounding in his ears.

  Darry's eyes were wet, the salty droplets spilling into his eyelashes, soaking the curly hairs. Slowly the tears spilled as they built up, rolling down his cheek and leaving tracks on his fear-ridden face. He let out a choked scream, muffling it into his arms Darry tried his best to keep quiet in the abandoned church's cellar he's been captive in for over two weeks. It was no use, before he knew it Darry couldn't stop the sobs inside him from rising to escape his mouth. His moans momentarily stopped as the sound of clattering metal caught his attention, Darry sucked in a croaky breath. He absentmindedly wiped at his face, spreading tears and snot onto his dirtied yellow t-shirt. His eyes widened as the all too-familiar feeling of fear filled his tense body. Darry peered around himself, pulling his legs into himself and tried to fit into the only corner that didn't have preserved human bodies. Darry looked around with tired eyes, not once has he let his eyes close for longer than a blink, but his exhaustion was catching up to him. All the adrenaline left as soon as it came, leaving him drained with a pounding heart. God, he was tired. Though Darry didn't want to risk being left vulnerable so he avoided sleeping as long as he could.

"F- fuh- fuckfuckfuck," Darry muttered anxiously, taking a breath too heavy and quick. He felt like he was choking, is this what it feels like to die? Darry struggled against his own weight, pushing and pulling at his face with his hands. Darry's chest rose and fell too quickly,"I'm gonna die, Jesus fuck, m'gonnadie, m'onna die," Darry whimpered. Darry couldn't think straight, couldn't see, he couldn't breath —at least it felt like he couldn't. Unfortunately for him the numbness in his hands left him unable to feel the bandages on his face, or maybe he was too inthralled by fear to notice anything else. Before Darry knew it he was unconscious again, passing out on the grimy cellar floor.

  Darry woke up with a chill down his spine and it didn't help that he was sweating, the layer of moisture between the shirt and his skin made Darry wish he could shower. He would take wearing his week old dirty laundry over his sweat-and-blood-and-something coated clothes. Darry shifted in his place, his shirt twisted on his back, he pulled at it. Darry grew semi-comfortable, laying on his side and curling up. Once again his heart rate slowly picked up, beating increasingly faster than before.

Why was it so dark?

  Darry went to rub at his eyes except he wasn't expecting to feel the makeshift bandages tied around his head. His fingers started to shake–"no.. no"–they curled around the bandage. Darry's finger tips grazed his cheekbones, slowly moving closer to his eyes before stopping at his under eye. His fingers moved from his nose out, feeling along his eyelids,"what the fuck."

  Darry couldn't see anymore, but that didn't mean he couldn't cry. It was strange, the fact that he was still alive terrified Darry more than being dead; at least if he was dead, Darry wouldn't have to keep suffering. Yet he was still alive and scared-shitless.

 His face contorted as helplessness filled him, Darry felt his face wet, but the whole time his eyes–eyelids–were closed tightly. It wasn't like he could open them anyways, Darry felt the small stitches on the edge of his lids, that thing loved its stitches. Darry let out a bitter chuckle,"oh, he's.. it's one sickfuck."

  Darry pulled his knees to his chest and went to lean back before stopping himself. How could he be sure he wasn't leaning on some corpse? He couldn't fucking see. So he stayed off his surroundings and leaned on his knees tiredly, Darry's head dropped to the side,"one sick puppy."

  Darry's lack of vision was made up for in thoughts and sound, his mind was running circles trying to come up with answers. But nothing Darry came up with helped and the fact that he was now permanently blind rendered him useless. A low creaking sound filled his ears, something was walking towards him, Darry could feel it. The presence the thing had was overwhelming, every bit of Darry was on edge and his emotions –his fear was flooding the air. The aggressive sniffs it took caught in Darry's ears, it gave him goosebumps all over. Small chittering sounds grew louder and louder as it got closer and Darry backed up, staggering on his hands and feet. Though any attempt to put distance between himself and the murderous creature was fruitless; Darry was never going to get away from him.

  The Creeper loomed over Darry, towering over his cowering figure. It made them release a throaty growl –whether it was from hunger or amusement Darry didn't know. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent that made them so attracted to Darry. His scaly lips peeled into a grin, displaying pointed teeth that would otherwise make Darry's stomach churn if he wasn't blind. They watched as the human below him crawled backwards, seeing how his hands frantically felt around him so tentatively. The desperation was consuming Darry and the Creeper was consuming him. The Creeper's feet stopped before Darry, toes of the worn boots they were wearing grazing Darry's tattered converse. He kicked the human boy lightly, almost playfully.

"Fu- fuck! getaway from me," Darry yelped, pushing his own feet onto the Creeper's. He kicked hard and his arms covered his upper body, but to no avail. His actions only mused the Creeper, they had the upper hand and would always have the upper hand. The ancient creature wore a sick and gleeful look, crouching down as they grew a smirk on their mouth. The Creeper rested his hands on his would-be knees and parted his lips, a low rumble left his throat. He waited for Darry's reaction with eagerness.

"Oh what the actual fuck."

  The words left Darry's wet lips filled with trepidation. His chest was rising and falling rapidly, each breath he sucked was being released shallowly and choked. Then the Creeper placed his hands on Darry; it made him flinch so hard it hurt his neck and he couldn't stop himself from tensing. Stuck with dread, Darry didn't move a millimeter, frozen like nailed wood. He had a foreboding feeling, it swelled deep within him perfuming the air. The Creeper gripped Darry by the elbows, forcing him closer to themself with ease. He vacuumed the air surrounding Darry, taking in every square inch of fragrance of his fear. They clicked their tongue, the Creeper was more than pleased, the scent of Darry bringing them the slightest bit of satisfaction. Darry was a ragdoll in their arms, limp and still. Darry could feel the Creeper's exoskeleton-like body through it's torn clothing, it made his skin crawl. The Creeper let out huffs. Darry could feel every breath and hear every noise leaving from their mouth. The thing rested its nose on Darry's cheekbone, sniffing harshly and slowly running down from Darry's temple to beneath his jaw. Spit was left in the Creeper's tracks as he kept snorting in Darry's scent.

"Oh god," Darry said with a choked gasp. A thick, coarse tongue licked from his chin to his ear, leaving globs of spit. The Creeper rolled its tongue, as if he would be able to dig the smell from Darry's skin; though their actions weren't productless. Fear swelled deeply inside his captee. Darry whimpered and pulled from the Creeper's touch, hyperventilating loudly as he shook his head from side to side. The smell of fear was in the air and accompanied by Darry's sweat; it made for a swell taste on the Creeper's tongue. He roared when Darry squirmed in his grasp causing him to jolt and scream.

"Stop, just stop it! Please," Darry whispered hoarsely. He thinks his ears bled from the treacherous sounds made by the creature. Though Darry suspicions would no longer be unconfirmed: the Creeper's large tongue flattened on Darry, swishing in his ear and sniffing behind his ear. This thing was more than fucked up, Darry's blood was being lapped up by them and it irked him. He wished the creature would stop touching him though unfortunately for Darry, this moment would only be dragged on for the next few hours. The Creeper stood with a moan, yanking Darry up with him and tugging him to his chest. Darry could feel their inhuman body, the leather-like skin would graze him and Darry would flinch as if burned. It was Darry's turn to sniffle and breathe in deeply; a cry leaving his split lips, echoing in the Creeper's lair. The careful removal of his eyes left Darry with his tear ducts, letting him cry: an element that seemed to be preferred by the Creeper in Darry's case.

  Objects rattled and clanged as Darry was hauled along by the Creeper, carelessly hitting home-made weapons and petrified corpses as they moved deeper within the House Of Pain. The sounds Darry heard kept him flinching and his heart racing. Finally after the short trek, the Creeper somewhat cautiously put Darry down and whatever he was set on resembled a bed.

  Darry was left there, he could tell that the creature had left when clanging locks sounded. Now, he was all alone, Darry curled into himself. Darry hugged himself tightly and hunched over in place. Darry felt like he was going to be sick. Though he guesses he was lucky, afterall he wasn't caged and shackled. He chuckled humorlessly,"of course he'd have a torture dungeon."

Day 18

  Darry was unable to avoid the clutches of sleep and had slept well through most of his days down beneath the church. Despite being awake, Darry refused to move and stayed in his position. It wasn't ideal at all what he was doing, but unconsciousness appeared so much more appealing than waiting for someone to arrive. He listened carefully to his surroundings and took in the smells that clung to things around him. Darry's face wrinkled when the smells filled his nose and the sounds didn't help either; with the constant drips of water (or what he hoped was water) and creaks and groans of the things around him, Darry was overcomed by sleep. Being alone left him with way too much time to think and what Darry thought was less helpful the longer his mind was giving him company. He sighed shakily into his hands and continued to silently let out pained whines and cries. There was no way he was going back home and that was that.

Day 19

  Darry knew it was somewhere near the end of days for the Creeper, that it was the last 23rd spring for him too. He missed home and his family, but most of all Darry missed people. Being in some ancient monster's lair left Darry feeling horrifically lonely and paired with his blindness, it was overall an unpleasant stay. Yet that was to say the least.

  Darry missed his sister calling him names and his mom doing his laundry –god, what he'd give to have clean clothes right now. He missed eating, well, eating normal food; the creature kept him fed, not full or on the brink of starvation, just fed. Darry missed being able to see most of all and without eyes nowadays everything seemed so far away. Darry looked with his hands, gingerly touching his surroundings with hesitance. His fingertips would tap tentatively before he would fully splay his hands down and pressing his palm to touch. Most of the time Darry never managed to find anything useful and often felt solid ground or things he hadn't wished he touched. It was as if the Creeper purposefully made sure he was in an empty room with only a bed for company, at least that's what Darry had guessed. Left with his thoughts made Darry think all kinds of things that would eventually lead him into spiraling, wishing he'd never thought in the first place. Though sometimes they weren't all bad. Today for instance, Darry had mustered enough courage in his mind to finally move and stand.

  The first steps Darry took were shaky, his legs wobbled from lack of use and his back popped from the stretch. Not once did he ever take off his shoes and he only ever messed with them to tighten the laces. The worn soles made slight noise as he walked, the laces hitting the sides of Darry's converse with a quick smack as he walked around his bed. His arms were stretched out just barely, bent at the elbows and staying stationary near his face. His feet would feel around before he took any big steps to avoid falling or hitting a table full of knives. Darry took in a deep breath and slowly let it out through his nose, his anxiety was steadily building up and he could feel the pulse in his neck. He managed to find a wall and walked alongside it with one hand grazing over it. There was nothing useful, but Darry let go of the idea of escaping a while ago. Before getting to the corner of where the wall met another, Darry stopped in his tracks as his finger felt divots on the wall. He rubbed his index fingers side to side, trying to figure out what the marks were.

  He felt five, no six.. Darry continued counting as he felt new dips in the wall: he counted 10 marks. Darry's other hand trembled as he raised it, there was one for each finger; they were scratch marks. The deepest points of the scratches were at the top, he ran his fingers down them and felt as they faded near the ends. They were grainy in texture and Darry stayed frozen, as his hands slowly felt around. The whole wall had scratches yet these seemed to be the most notable ones and Darry wondered if that meant they were recent. His ragged breathing filled the room,"I'm gonna die in this place," Darry concluded defeatedly, muttering under his breath.

  Darry pulled his arms to his chest and stumbled backwards expecting to fall, but instead he hit something or rather, someone. Instinctly he tried to run away, but in front of him was a wall and behind him was some fucking murderous winged-monster. Although that didn't stop him from running face first into said wall. Darry's shoulders sagged,"ouch, of fucking course."

  Unceremoniously Darry was turned, grabbed roughly by the shoulders and slammed into the wall. Darry knocked his head and let out a shout, he felt his face wet. The Creeper rested their hands on him with no chance of taking them off Darry, he snarled lowly. The deep grumble reverberated within the room, Darry could feel it on his chest, all his hairs were on edge. His head started to hurt and the Creeper's growls were not helping ease it any. Darry tensed and tried to pull away when the thing's clawed-fingers pet him, running slowly up his chest and stopping at his Adam's apple. Darry gulped and held his breath, it was silent. All Darry could hear is his pounding heart, the quick ba-dumps practically leaping out of his chest.

"Please, no, no," Darry pleaded, head turned to the side with a snap. His neck stretched as he strained to get away from the thing. The Creeper's breath hit Darry, he was so close to Darry and purposefully getting even closer. His hands moved to take Darry's before holding them both with one hand to keep their other hand free. The Creeper had a toothful smile, his lips forming into a grin that Darry was lucky to not see. Darry felt trapped, hands held above his head and body pinned against a wall. Though that didn't mean Darry wasn't going to put up a struggle; except any attempt to get out of the Creeper's grip was useless. Unless Darry's plan was to irritate the creature, he was doing a great job at that. Quickly Darry was flipped and slammed into the wall, his hands were freed only to be grasped immediately. Darry felt them push his hands down, matching them to the scratch marks he discovered minutes earlier.

  He cried out when pointed nails dug into the back of his hand, pressing down his hand onto the wall. It slowly made Darry's hands follow the jagged marks as if to tell him, you are never leaving me and you couldn't if you tried. Darry sucked in a breath, trying to steady his breathing and avoid making the situation any worse.

  The Creeper kept a strong grip on Darry though it loosened the tiniest bit when he caught Darry's smell. Within a second, the Creeper's face was pressed at the base of Darry's neck, sniffing harshly, all three nostrils he had flaring open. They moved their head up, smelling Darry and pausing at his hairline. He inhaled deeply and exhaled, Darry's hair ruffles and a shiver goes down his spine,"-fucking christ!"

  Darry jerked with a whimper away, the Creeper passed his tongue over and over on his neck. Darry was practically lathered in the Creeper's thick saliva and the hairs on the edge of his neck by his ears were slicked down. They weren't letting any part he smelled untouched, the Creeper gave a long lick towards Darry's ear and stopped, inhaled and repeated it on his other ear. By then Darry had gone limp, pressing his forehead against the wall and squeezing his eyes against the stitches, it hurt like hell. Darry breathed in uneven gulps of air, growing more and more dizzy as the seconds passed. The Creeper showed no intentions or interest in stopping, to them Darry's fear smelled inexplicably good. Delicious, even.

  Darry wondered if it was because days were running out, maybe he was finally going to eat Darry, maybe he wasn't going to eat Darry; Darry just wanted to know when this was going to end. He grew pliant and acknowledged that all authority belonged to the town's local, and designated, cryptid. Everything about Jeepers Creepers was unsubstantiated aside from the fact that every 23 years, the 23rd spring for 23 days it gets to eat. Nothing more was known about it; Darry was with the notion that he was either going to die or.. he didn't know what other option he'd have.

Day 20

  Darry thought of yesterday, how beyond getting licked like a popsicle on a hot summer day he couldn't remember anything after that. He woke up to the sound of scraping a little while ago, but he wasn't too bothered to pay it any mind. He just laid motionessly and Darry had come to a realization that wherever he was, it was safe. Surprising, right?

  All Darry knew was that he lived comfortably as he could while being held captive. Though inevitably he was scared by the end of the day and wished he was rescued, he was comfortable. Albeit, somewhat toeing the line of developing some sort of messed up emotions towards his captor; Darry couldn't help it. He was traumatized day in and day out, the thing speedran winning Darry's affections even if it was veering on being labeled stockholm syndrome.

  So that was it, Darry's head was fucked up and he couldn't do anything about it. It didn't help that he couldn't see either, but Darry didn't know if being able to see would change anything and to be honest, he'd rather not raise to a whole new level of fucked up. There was no blame on Darry afterall being human in itself was a fucked up thing and paired with the constant anxiety of being frightened and attachment/attention issues, he was consequently wrapped around a clawed finger. Darry hated himself for it, people had died and were eaten, but here he was waltzing around with a killing-humanoid thing. He couldn't deny that in some way he was grateful, he had yet to die and be eaten which let him hope that maybe, just maybe, the chances of being saved were still an option for him. Leading Darry to just wait it out and see what this would end up at, just holding out a little longer to see if everything would go back to normal.

Normal never happened again.

  It was getting quite close to the end, to the 23rd. It didn't take much for him to come to that conclusion that this was his life now. And so, on the 20th day, unknown to Darry, things changed forever. It was late into the night, but well before midnight, the sun had been set for a while. Darry finished eating whatever he had been given and patiently waited for him to be taken to the room where he slept in. It never happened, he was left seated at the old rickety wooden table and Darry's anxieties grew. He wondered why he still had yet to be taken to his room. It was a change in routine that Darry was rigorously forced to follow, the change terrified him. He cried in his seat for a while, clutching the armrests tightly and holding it to ground himself. Darry was still tough, or so he thought, and set out to find the only other room he was ever in. It was difficult, he bumped and tripped every other step. Darry almost gave in to crawling around, he didn't though and kept walking with a stumble every other step.

"What the fuck am I doing?" Darry sighed tiredly. He tripped over something and fell to his knees,"ah shit," his hands flew out and he caught himself.

Crack

He cradled his hand to his chest and deflated, not caring where and what he was sitting on. His knees started to hurt too. Darry now had more injuries to add to his ever-growing list,

• Trish hit (or didn't hit, as she would say) him with an empty water bottle, and ok, it was empty, but she hit him on his eye with the cap. Guess it really didn't matter now, he didn't even have eyes anymore.
• Falling down a sewer pipe and rats, that was pretty self-explanatory.
• Being tossed into BEATINGNU and getting jabbed by the many tools and whiplash because the cops were chasing them.
• Getting punched on the side of his head before being tossed into BEATINGNU.
• The almost-healed scratches on the back of his hand; almost, because Darry couldn't stop picking the scabs.
• No eyes.
• A broken wrist and scraped knees.

   Safe to say that list would continue to grow and pretty soon.

  Darry may or may not have passed out (he did) on the dirty, suspiciously wet, floor. He was a sight, if the sights you liked seeing were the main protagonist in a slasher film all beat up and bloody. Paired with stained clothes and dirty Chucks, his appearance was the iconic teen-getting-kidnapped-and-killed look. Now, Darry was just waiting for the cops to bust in guns blazing and save him, but that was yet to happen. Darry was also pretty sure most horror movies didn't have a weird tension between the protagonist and antagonist.

  Darry woke up to the sound of squelching and crunching noises. Instinctively turning his head towards the sound, Darry swallows and takes a deep breath. They were eating and Darry knew what of course, how could he forget.

"Just fucking kill me," Darry whispered breathily. He flinched at the sound of movement,"please."

  He was just tired of being afraid and being tired of never knowing what was going to happen next. Darry winced as he moved around, picking himself up with one hand and sitting up on his knees. His unbroken hand dropped down between his thighs and limply kept his injured one to his chest. He sighed heavily out his nose, it felt like the air was being sucked out of his lungs; tensions were high, but Darry's anxiety was higher. He leaned forward and tried to stand, wincing as the bloody skin on his knees creased with a grainy texture. Darry assumes there's a mixture of dirt and dust and blood caked on his knees and jeans. In that moment, everything Darry felt was intensified; his days old clothing, the bruises he didn't even know he had, how disgusting his eyelids felt and the dried blood caked on them flaking. Darry would give anything to be clean or dead, either would be better than living in filth and fear.

  As Darry had another one of his crying bouts the Creeper watched with an eerie look, this time it smelled different, whatever Darry was crying about smelled delectable. It wasn't just about fear anymore, The Creeper wasn't born yesterday, he had long figured out one doesn't solely survive on fear alone. There were other means of getting that extra needed power to keep a town under a monster's control. Everything in this moment screamed fuck him right now to The Creeper, fuck the teenage boy.

  The way he wailed and the smells he was emitting lingered in the Creeper's nose and ears. It was a surprisingingly grueling emotion for the Creeper because well, most his fucks end up killing the receiving end of his long, debilitating fucks. Darry, unaware of the slight difference in his cry, stayed put on the grimy ground as the Creeper made its way towards him. The Creeper curled up his clawed fingers and released them in a mantra, it took too much out of him to not spread Darry's legs and take what was rightfully theirs. Darry soon came to realize the looming figure over him, he tried to figure out just exactly where The Creeper was standing, but in his distressed state. This led to a face full of trench coat for Darry, anxious for what might come, he shrieks out an apology.

"I'm sorry! Sorry, I-," Darry sniffles and grows incredibly on edge. The chattering sounds that leave the Creeper's throat make Darry freeze in his place, digging his blunt nails into the floor. It caused dirt and sand to build up under his nails, but right now the grainy texture is the only thing grounding Darry. He can barely feel the pain in his hand from falling earlier, all he can feel is the bile rising at the back of his throat threatening to fill his mouth to the brim and spill out. The Creeper watches with slanted eyes, their glaring eyes checking every inch of Darry's body. The Creeper's eyes halt on Darry's face, the upturned tilt of his head, his wet cheeks from crying, and bitten-red lips make fucking Darry right then and there all the more appealing. It doesn't help that when Darry cries he gets a little slobbery and it makes his lips pouty and shiny and pretty.

  Darry licks his lips and exhales harshly,"I'm sorry!" he bawled out. Teetering on the edge of a another crying fit, Darry swallowed down the spit building up in his mouth and whined. The Creeper shifted looks, it's eyes flashing between lust and indifference. They had three days left before going away for 23 years, three days was more than enough time for what he planned to do to Darry.

  The Creeper leaned down and gripped Darry by his upper arms, pulling him to stand with ease. Darry yelled from the suddenness of it all, clamoring helplessly for him to be let go. When was Darry going to realize he was never going to leave, much less call the shots about what happened next. Darry never knew what was going to happen next and The Creeper kept it that way.

  Darry eventually calmed down, if you can call calmed down being in the state of total shock with no energy to fight anymore. He found himself on his bed once more, this time Darry didn't mind that and let himself feel the exhaustion that was creeping its way back up again. It didn't take long for Darry to fall into a deep sleep, it was almost catatonic. The Creeper studied Darry's sleeping state, Darry looked absolutely delectable. He was sprawled out on his stomach, laying down his cheek, and one leg hiked up while the other stayed extended. Darry kind of looked like those generic body outlines at crime scenes, but the Creeper thought he looked tempting. It didn't take long before the Creeper's hands found their way pulling Darry's pants down by his belt loops. They pulled the tattered jeans down to Darry's knees, the pale expanses of his thighs were unveiled. There was some color on Darry's cream-colored skin, his knees sported pink-purple bruises that brought out a low hissing sound from within The Creeper.

  With just enough care, the Creeper brought up Darry's legs to form a triangle and pushed down lightly on the small of his back to crudely jut out his ass. Somehow throughout it, Darry was still soundly asleep, save for a murmur here and there. The Creeper's tongues darted out and salivated all over their lips, letting the globs of saliva run down its jaw. He ran a claw over Darry's clothed behind, tracing lightly over the mounds of his ass before trailing down his inner thighs. At this, Darry squirmed and his thighs tensed, twitching under The Creeper's hold. Growing aroused, the Creeper takes his hands to rest on Darry's cheeks before slowly running down the back of his legs. He stops at the back of his knees and pulls Darry's legs out a little more and curves his back a little steeper. Darry sighs deeply and the Creeper watches with eagerness, he lets out a low rubly growl.

  They resume prodding and assaulting Darry, clawed-fingers dip under the sleeping boy's underwear, moving side to side under the hem. Darry lets out a wavered breath, but doesn't wake. The Creeper removes their hands and continues groping the boy, he rests his thumbs where Darry's cheeks part and one thumbs rubs slowly down the cleft. He presses his thumb over Darry's hole, pushing and rubbing at it softly. The Creeper sniffs deeply and chitters, the smell fills something below his gut and more. Their ears pick up the change in Darry's breath, listening to him let out short, panting breaths through his mouth. Darry lets a sleepy whine out through his nose as the Creeper cups Darry's slowly-hardening cock. This time it isn't the Creeper who moves, Darry unknowingly grinds down into the things scaly hand. The Creeper's hands dwarf Darry's own and in his unconscious state it feels so decidedly good and better than his own hand.

  The Creeper huffs deeply, unable to control its growing arousal. Their hands slowly pull down Darry's navy-colored underwear, he leaves Darry untouched for a while watching how his pasty legs grow red from the briefs elastic waist-band. His cock hangs down and twitches, bucking into nothing but air. Darry whimpers. The Creeper then spits down Darry's ass, watching the off-colored saliva spill over Darry's hole, the pink furled skin clenching. They gathered up spit on their index and pointer finger, only to spread it along Darry's asshole and down to his balls. Darry subconsciously rocked into the Creeper, moaning into the beat-up mattress. Darry's back quivers, causing him to sink his stomach down and push his ass out. The Creeper adds another glob of their viscous spit down Darry, this time he follows up by licking the sleeping boy's hole. Darry's hands clung to the stained sheets beneath him and gripped them harshly, his breath came out labored. The Creeper licked with no room for gentleness, his coarse tongue slobbered all over Darry, leaving his hole wet, messy, and pink with friction burn.

  Darry's cock was fully hardened now, filling up with the blood that was rushing between his legs. His hands moved languidly between his thighs and limply wrapped around his pale-pink dick. His hand squeezed around his length as a result of the Creeper tongue-fucking his ass. Darry let out a drawn out cry and started bucking back into the wet-feeling in his as as he jerked himself off. In his dormant state, Darry tried to grind down into the mattress, but he couldn't. The Creeper held Darry still by the back of his knees when he saw how desperately he tried to get his release. The Creeper just held him no matter the cries and little mmpf's and uh uh uh's Darry let out his puffy little mouth. Darry's whole body was flushed, beneath his pale skin was a nice rose colored hue, it highlighted all his peaks and curves. Darry's neck and shoulders were flushed pink along with his hips, the Creeper licked a stripe up from Darry's hole out to his hip and bit him. They started biting down everywhere, the Creeper bit down on Darry's ass and drew blood. He felt Darry's legs wriggle in his grip and heard the sound of a high pitched whine.

  Darry's hands stuttered when the Creeper bit him, causing him to fervently rub at the head of his cock, spreading his precum all over his swollen-prick. The Creeper watched as blood trailed down from his bite mark down to the inside of Darry's pasty thighs. Now Darry was actively rutting back when he no longer felt the wet-hot flesh licking him, his sleeping face scrunched up in displeasure as he couldn't find it anymore. The Creeper watched Darry moan open-mouthed into the mattress, watching him rock his hips back and forth, rubbing his wet cock into his hands like a bitch in heat.

  Darry lets out a garbled cry, his thumb rubs his cockslit feverishly as he builds up to his climax. The Creeper decides to be a Samaritan and holds Darry's balls in one hand while the other replaces the hand with his own on Darry's dick. The Creeper listens to the squealed pleaseplease and nnugnunh as Darry cums into his hands, the Creeper watches as Darry's little hole clenched around nothing. Before leaving Darry, the Creeper takes his cum and rubs it down his hole and cock, and Darry whimpers at his touch. Darry's so out of it, that he doesn't even drop from his position, leaving his ass out with his used hole on display.

Day 21

  Darry wakes up with sore thighs and no pants. He lets out a tired moan as he makes himself comfortable, he hugs what he thinks is a pillow and lays his head down. Darry's mind floods with last night's happening, his legs shift and rub his thighs together from the thoughts. Tentatively, Darry reaches down and well, he feels himself. He runs his hand down his inner thighs, sighing when he realizes that he at least has underwear on. Darry turns from laying on his back and flips onto his stomach, still clutching the pillow. With one arm, Darry reaches behind himself and touches his ass. His fingers graze over the bite marks, lingering a little on one that's indentation marks feel a little deeper. It seems this one has scabbed over and bruised now, Darry winces lightly when he presses down on it. Darry holds himself up with his elbows, he hangs his head low,"whatthefuck."

  The more he thought about his dream, he thought it was a dream. It was a dream Darry tells himself, but he isn't too convinced. His face flushed with shame and embarrassment, he buried his face down into his bed. He screamed into it and left a wet spot from his spit and snot; Darry was crying again. However Darry forced himself to stop as soon as he started, but he couldn't stop himself from hiccupping and sniffling and whimpering. He manages to sit up despite the pain of sitting on his butt. Darry shifts arounds and it makes the bed creak, the metal springs groaning from the concentrated weight. He bites his lip debating whether or not to leave the bed and at least try to find his jeans.

  Darry ends up on his hands and knees on the seedy ground. If only Darry could see, he would notice just how wrecked he looks after spending almost a week with The Creeper. His hair is mussed up and sticking to the nape of his neck from sweat. His pale skin is littered with bruises colored from the lightest pink to a deep maroon-purple, much of those bruises hide beneath his t-shirt and underwear. His lips formed into a pout he can't seem to stop forming when he thinks. The more he crawls, his shirt starts to pool on the dip of his back and leaves his behind exposed. The shirt is just as used as Darry, stretched out around the hems and collar and basically hangs off his frame. Crawling on his red knees and tender hands adds to the dream of every snuff film artist's dream. Darry sniffles as he grows incessantly disappointed about the loss of his jeans. As Darry was crawling around he was too worried about finding his ratty jeans that he failed to notice the sound of footsteps growing closer.

  Only did Darry realize he was not alone when the Creeper chuffed at the sight of Darry. The Creeper's trench coat billowed as he turned to shut the metal door, locking it. Darry stilled and tried to think of what to do, but he was beaten by the Creeper as it stopped in front of him. The Creeper figure cast a shadow on Darry and though Darry lacked having eyes he could feel it. Darry backs away and stumbles, tripping onto his back.

"Get- g get away from me," Darry lashed out. But when did the Creeper ever listen to his victims' pleas. The Creeper took notice of the teen's disheveled state and let out a reveled noise. They reached down and hooked his hands under Darry's armpits, pulling him up with ease. Darry squirmed in his grasp and pushed at the Creeper with flat palms. He wanted to get a way, but he wasn't stupid enough to actually hit the thing. If anything, Darry's attempts to hit would've been futile as the Creeper could easily pin down his hands –the Creeper did just that.

  Darry was back on the bed, on his back with his legs splayed out and arms pinned down by one of the Creeper's hands. Their free hand finding a hold on Darry's hip, he digs his claws down into Darry leaving raised scratch marks. Darry felt extremely vulnerable, having his legs rest over the Creeper's thigh section left him all open. It made his hips raise off the mattress and left his dick centimeters away from the Creeper's crotch. Darry knew it was pointless to wriggle around and pull from their touch; Darry opted for staying still aside from the rising of his heaving chest. His shirt had ridden up, exposing his little rose tattoo he had near his belly button. The Creeper clicks his tongue when they notice it, he takes a clawed finger and traces it over. Darry tenses under him and retracts at the touch, sucking in his stomach. It doesn't do much, the Creeper just lays a hand down flat on his stomach, covering nearly all of it with their large hand.

  Darry shifts his wrists in the Creeper's hold and it seems to take the hint that Darry isn't trying to break free. The Creeper loosens his grip on Darry's wrists, the teenager sags his arms a little and relaxes them. The Creeper tests how compliant Darry is and takes his limp hands into their own. They raise Darry's arms slightly before letting them go, watching them bounce gently on the old mattress. The Creeper lets out a low grumble, he's more than pleased when Darry doesn't move his arms. Rather than take the chance to push the Creeper away, Darry leaves his arms resting above his head. He's lax and tangles his own fingers with each other when he no longer feels the Creeper's scaled-hands on his wrists.

  Darry felt like he was going crazy, he practically was presenting himself with his forced submission. What other choice does Darry have? He didn't want to die, not yet. Maybe giving in was the last bit of control Darry felt he had, if he gave in first technically he wouldn't be forced into anything. He had the upper hand (he didn't) and if it meant letting (c'mon, letting? Darry never had a choice) himself be used by some ancient monster sobeit.

  Darry couldn't hide all he was feeling, it was only natural for him to rut down into their hand because it felt so good. The heels of Darry's feet dug into the Creeper's hard back, causing him to slide closer towards them. The Creeper's watchful gaze only ever left Darry's face to blatantly check out the outline of Darry getting hard. The Creeper massaged roughly with the back of their hand over Darry's cock, watching as Darry's face contorted so nicely. Darry bucked his hips up and let out a choked noise, the Creeper started to move his hand sharply. Darry's hands scratched at the mattress trying to steady himself on something and it seemed his clamorous movements amused the Creeper. They let out a chortle as Darry struggled to keep still, watching Darry's chest heave as their hand sped up. It brought out soft little hums out of Darry and they built up into open-mouthed cries.

"Fuckfuck, plea-" Darry cuts himself off by covering his mouth with his hands. The Creeper forms a lascivious look, thick tongue lazily licking their lips. They didn't mind Darry's limp wrists leaving his grip, it wasn't like Darry could over power him. Darry's breath rasped in his throat as he muffled his voice with his hands, calling out for it made Darry painfully acknowledge how much he wanted this. To be fucked by an inhuman being. The Creeper pauses his movements, but Darry doesn't, shamelessly canting his hips up. Only stilling once he feels the hard skin of the Creeper's hands rubbing up his flank. Darry takes a deep breath in through his nose as the Creeper takes his hands away from his mouth. He holds Darry's hands above his head once again. The Creeper uses their free hand to prod at Darry's mouth, goading him into parting his lips.

  Darry did just that, dropping his jaw open and pushing his tongue out. Darry flattens his tongues as the Creeper shoves his thumb into his mouth, rubbing their claw at the back of Darry's tongue. Wet, gagging noises leave Darry as the thing replaces his thumb with two long and hard clawed-fingers. Darry's lips close around the Creeper's fingers, sucking down on them and it's the Creeper's turn to let out noises of his own. They slowly slide their fingers in and out of Darry's mouth, watching as saliva builds up around the corners of his lips. The Creeper picks up his speed, wanting to hear Darry make more noises. The little uuhmuhm's and squelching coming from Darry tip the Creeper over the edge. He pulled his fingers out of Darry's mouth, a line of spit hanging in the air before disconnecting and spilling onto Darry's chin.

  Darry swallows hard and clenches his teeth, he can taste blood on his tongue. His mouth doesn't stay closed for long as the Creeper slips his hand into Darry's underwear and takes the teen's erection into his hand. Darry's spit bubbles at the back of his throat and makes his fuck! sound more like fu-gghm. The texture of the Creeper's skin feels torturous on his cock, the way their claw rubs on his head and balls leaves Darry twitching. He's squirming and squealing as the thing strokes the length of his dick, wishing there was more space inside his underwear. The Creeper chuckles darkly when Darry can't stop himself from curving his back and pulling them closer with his legs. The Creeper takes his thumb and slips his claw over Darry's head, it leaves a wet spot on his underwear. The tremble of Darry's thighs and smell he emits brings out a hearty growl from the Creeper. The sound reverberated off the walls and Darry could feel it in his core.

"Fuckfuck! Mmpf, ah no!" Darry babbles as the Creeper releases his cock. The Creeper starts to feel Darry twist his hands under his hold, his soft fingertips digging into his hard exoskeleton. They lean down as Darry murmurs in a daze, the Creeper clicks his tongue and sighs. Darry's face burns from their breath, he's about to be kissed and Darry can't help but want it. The Creeper's mouth connects with Darry's, tilting their head slightly to force Darry's mouth open. When he does, Darry feels the Creeper's thick, slimy spit fill his mouth and coat his tongue like cough syrup. He sucked down the urge to gag, so much spit was filling his mouth. Darry gasps when the kiss breaks, taking in breaths with his mouth wide open. It gives the Creeper the perfect chance to spit down his throat, or face for that matter. Darry's expression could only be described as utterly wrecked, with the way he's flush and saliva coating his lips, mouth, and chin –he looks like he's already been fucked.

The Creeper's glutinos saliva makes its way down Darry's throat, his Adam's apple slowly moving down.

  Darry shivers as the Creeper moves to take his shirt off and he lets them slip it off him with no struggle. Despite the room being nearly void of light, the Creeper can see the layer of sweat on Darry's skin, it's endearing. The way Darry was so quick to give in almost sated the thing, but not quite. It's come to light that the Creeper wasn't the only one unsatisfied.

"Do it! Do it, doitplease," Darry slurs while raising his hips. Darry can't take it anymore,"please."

  Darry adds the please hoping it'll get him what he wants. Darry gasps for a breath when the Creeper tears his underwear off his body, it left hot-red marks on his skin from how roughly he pulled. A ditzy smile forms on Darry's saliva-coated lips as he feels the thing release his hands and curls his fingers behind Darry's knees. And, fuck, the Creeper uses a single hand to cinch Darry's together and push them into his chest. It pins Darry's cock to his chest–"Christ!"–squeezing it and Darry swears he can feel the pulse in his hard cock. His precum leaves his chest wet and warm, he blushes hotly. The Creeper takes a claw and rests it as Darry's entrance, at the same time he pushes Darry's legs down harshly. Darry lets out a yelp and the Creeper can smell his fear building up. It makes fucking the teenager all the more appealing. It's even better when Darry starts to babble and scream as the Creeper pushes a slobbered claw into his ass.

"M'gonna bleed with your- your!" Darry wails in pain, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't like the sting. Watching his claw get buried in Darry the Creeper feels his own release building up on himself. Darry's legs twitch and tremble as he feels the Creeper slide out of him, his toes tense and point when the tip of their claw catches on his skin. Darry's hands find their way gripping his own thighs as the Creeper goes in and out of him,"oh fuck me!"

Darry sobs and his hands drop to his sides,"haa haa sonofabitch!"

  The Creeper inhales deeply and his teeth are on full display as the smell of blood fills the air, the mixture of globs of sickly-colored spit and the fresh blood make for a nauseating sight. Yet for the Creeper it's the most enticing thing he's seen in decades. The blood almost coagulates from mixing with the thing's spit, forming a thick mucus. They use it as makeshift lube and finger Darry with an increasing pace. Darry writhes and his face is a mixture of pain and pleasure. He's unable to speak and it leads to his own saliva building up in his throat; leaving him with wet, gargling moans. The Creeper slips two more fingers in Darry, shoving three of his clawed-fingers in the bloody hole relentlessly.

"Stop! Mmh mhhm," Darry whimpers. Darry's bouncing from how hard the thing shoves his hand inside him, stretching him forcefully. His feet kick as the Creeper stalls his movements, drawing out his pain as he pushes in deeper into Darry. The thing buries his long hard fingers, the back of their hand meeting Darry's entrance. Darry's back jerked up and his arms bent at his elbows and pulled in by his head. The sounds Darry lets out are strangled and caught in his throat. Though Darry's whines are quickly brought out when he feels the Creeper's fingers slip out of him. It makes Darry feel so empty that he takes a deep breath. The Creeper lowers his hold on Darry's legs, releasing a pleased tut when his legs drop, limply. Darry quivers trying to hold his legs up and lets them fall open. As his legs fall open to his sides, Darry feels his dick bobble and he doesn't think to stop himself when he reaches to touch himself.

  The Creeper lets him, let's Darry enjoy this one moment, let's him breathe just one more time before he takes his air away. Though they don't mind watching how helpless Darry looks when he's too weak to even fuck into his hands. Darry picks up his back as he tries to rub his cock, he's slick and feels hot. Darry gropes himself and tugs at his balls lightly, his other hand using a thumb to rub back and forth sloppily on his wet head. The Creeper just watches as he trembles all over, baring his teeth as his mouth curls into a smile. They sniff the air a few times before moving to pull out his cock, relaxed almost. The Creeper's cock looks all wrong, from the way it's practically the length of Darry's arm to the prongs lined around the head. Darry hears the sound of clattering, gasping at the sound of the Creeper's trench coat hitting the dusty ground. The Creeper's hands clench around Darry's hips, moving him around like a ragdoll. Darry lets him, basking in their touch. The Creeper's cock is practically oozing already, drips of his thick, slimy fluid fall onto Darry. Their thick pre-cum drip slowly moves down the junction of Darry's hip and onto his dick. He uses it as lube, gathering it on his fingers and rubs himself eagerly.

If Darry were able to see, the mere sight alone of the Creeper's cock would make him gag. It's an ungodly sight, the way their pronged-dick pulses as if it's a being of its own. The Creeper needn't eat humans as this part of him was still entirely his own making; while over the centuries parts of them changed this part of him hasn't changed since the day he came to existence.

  Darry was never going to be prepared enough for what was about to happen, he was also too blissfully unaware rubbing his hardon to care.

"Oh what- Fuck!" Darry screamed as the Creeper rubbed himself on Darry's hole. The Creeper made no sign of stopping when Darry squirmed and squealed, only shoving deeply into the blood-and-spit filled hole. They watched as Darry went breathless as he filled him inch by inch by inch, Darry was gagging from how big he was, he could feel his stomach fill out and bulge from it. The Creeper was more than pleased to see Darry taking him so well, they let out a low chuff. The Creeper can feel Darry's whole body shaking and they push more until Darry's full to the brim. All Darry can feel is the stretching burn inside him, he sobs as the pincers expand inside his ass as the Creeper fills him. Darry's legs twitch and tremble–"too big! Fucking"–he can't stop himself from squeezing his legs together. Yet he only seems to pull the Creeper in deeper,"shit, fuck! Holy shi-"

  The Creeper grumbles lowly and Darry can feel the vibrations through his cock. Darry cries weakly as the Creeper moves and holds him by the hips, digging their claws into him. When the Creeper finally moves Darry blacks out, his head feels like he's under water. The Creeper watches obscenely as he goes in and out of Darry's abused ass, it's pornographic. Darry can't think anymore, everything is extremely too much and too filling.

"Sonof'a! Ahhah ah ah," Darry manages to speak just barely before being reduced to a moaning mess. The smacking sound of the Creeper's pelvis against his ass is all-consuming, it hurts and leaves Darry's bottom redder than the blood trickling out his hole. Darry could feel their cock snag on his insides, he felt it in his throat threatening to make him vomit. Darry screams as they thrust animaliscally into his ass, he pants heavily and sobs. The Creeper lets a sound out that's almost like a roar, it reverberates inside Darry's ears and he can almost feel it vibrate the bed they're on. Every thrust raised his stomach before flattening as the Creeper pulled back only to rise again, making Darry bulge.

  The sight of Darry getting fucked within an inch of his life would leave anyone with a queasy stomach and faint. He's completely covered and filled with blood, spit, and cum. The way the beads of sweat run down Darry's temple leave clean streaks of flushed skin in its path and anywhere else is caked in blood and saliva. Darry's hair curls from being completely soaked in his perspiration, paired with dried blood and the bruises he has: Darry looks like some fucked-up version of Jesus. The Creeper seems delighted when Darry seems close to passing out, his breath growing shorter and choked. Darry feels almost thankful when the Creeper halts his movements, although he leaves himself buried deeply in his ass. The Creeper runs their hands down Darry's thigh and growls at his small noises. Instinctively, Darry moves out of turn, darting his arms out and reaching the Creeper. As a result, Darry's met with a strong hold on his neck,"fuck," he gasped.

Darry's hands move absentmindedly, trailing his fingers along the Creeper's thick, muscular arm. A whine builds up in Darry's throat except the callous hand of the creature cuts off his breath. The Creeper watches Darry with a malicious glee as he struggles to breathe. The lack of air makes Darry's hands fall from his light hold on their arm, limp and meek. When the Creeper removes his large hand off him, the deep breath is too much and Darry coughs. He chokes on his air and heaves. Except Darry doesn't seem to mind it and he forms a slobbery smile. His giddy smile soon fades when the Creeper lets out an ear-splitting screech. Darry holds his breath and is shaking from how hard he's tense; there's blood running down his ears. He clenches around the Creeper's cock without meaning to, squeezing on it unbridledly. The Creeper gives a short and sharp, curious thrust; Darry squeezes around him again and Darry can't help himself when he thinks the Creeper is so nice and giving.

"Holy fuck," Darry sighs out heavily. He can feel himself leaking and not just from his dick; Darry's chest heaves as the Creeper fills him, they keep squirting their seed into Darry so much so that Darry can feel it spilling out of his asshole. The Creeper moves their hands to rest on Darry's stomach, grinning as he feels it rise from being filled by him. They let out a pleased groan when Darry squirms, the Creeper tilts their head and gives him a pitiful look. Feeling sorry for Darry quickly dissipates and the Creeper is instead filled with immoral thoughts and emotions. They slowly run their hands lower on Darry's stomach, the Creeper's thumbs idly tracing his rose tattoo. Darry's breathing quickens as their hands graze his slick length teasingly, he so badly wishes that they would touch him. Darry's hips push up wantonly, trying to entice the Creeper into giving him a hand job. At the same time, it makes the Creeper's dick jagged appendages catch on his sopping hole and Darry thinks he might just die from it. Darry reacts expectedly and his body moves before he can stop himself: he holds the Creeper's hands.

"Oh shit!," Darry cries and his head tilts backwards as he arches off the dingy mattress. The discolored linen and worn-thin sheets come with him, sticking to his back from his sweat. The small space left between him and the bed lets the draft in the room take the free space. The current of the cool air litters Darry with goosebumps, it makes him incline into the Creeper's chest. Darry's positioned in a way that leaves him on the Creeper's lap with his legs splayed out, curling around the Creeper. The Creeper lets out a deep and resounding grumble just as Darry softly cries into his rigid chest. The friction Darry desperately longed for on his wet dick was finally met as he rocked into the Creeper's hard stomach. With that, the Creeper thrusted up into Darry although for him the plunging movements are practically him 'going easy on' Darry. It has Darry bouncing on his monstrous cock, splitting him open with each drag and pull of his cum-covered dick. Darry is absolutely faded and he's no longer thinking anymore; his awareness is so far gone and leaves Darry overwhelmed.

"Oh fuck, fuckme," Darry says in a choked voice. His head drops against their chest, though Darry is more near the middle of the Creeper's torso as the creature's so much larger than their human counterpart. All this is now to Darry is mindless fucking and his overstimulated body just wants to reach release. Darry bites down his smile when the Creeper's gnarled thick hands clenched tightly on his hips, claws piercing his skin and burrowing into him. Darry doesn't care about the blood running down his legs, honestly he doesn't even realize just how much blood are leaving the gashes on his hips because the Creeper is fucking him with an increasing pace. Darry is crumbling, deteriorating into nothing but a limpless, fucktoy for an ancient, murderous being. Darry knows he should be disgusted, but he isn't –this short burst of realization makes Darry's stomach drop and bubble with unease.

  Darry grows scared and he thinks they know it because the Creeper dives their face into his neck to lick along his shoulder. Darry lets himself fall into the fear he's growing, the correlation between his fear and the fucking connects in his mind. Darry's quivering and it isn't just because he's horrified; every thrust is harder than before and seems as though the Creeper's dick grew, too. It leaves Darry twitching and extremely nauseous. Darry's cock pales in comparison to what's ramming inside him.

"S'big, huge, shitshi-," Darry wraps his hands around his dick when the Creeper hits something inside him that leaves him feeling so good. They watch as Darry pants on their chest, moaning at the defeated look on his beaten face; Darry's drooling all over them and presses his lips into their chest. Darey's lips are closed as he digs his face into the Creeper's stiff chest, it doesn't help muffling his cries as his mouth splits open and releases a wail. Darry's hand stilled on his weeping cock and he sucks in a breath that leaves him choking. The Creeper bites down onto his shoulder as he gives a deep, rough thrust into Darry, giving both of them that extra incentive towards release. Darry gags as the Creeper lets out a roar that leaves Darry's ears ringing. Darry's hips wriggle and push into their pelvis, moving side to side. It's a wet, noisy smacking sound that would leave the wettest pussy running for its money.

  Darry can't stop himself, he feels like a fiend yet doesn't stop. He feels his release on his hands, his dick spurting all over his fingers and the Creeper's stomach. He sags against the creature's frame and whines as their cock takes its turn releasing cum. Darry cries softly as he feels the Creeper's seed filling him to the brim, whining when it starts leaking out of his used hole down his leg. He starts thinking irrationally and grows saddened that the lukewarm liquid won't stay inside him. The Creeper shifts Darry to his liking and pulls him down harshly on his dick. Darry's jaw drops, but no sound leaves his lips, the overstimulation silencing him. Suddenly, Darry feels everything from the cum running out of his ass to the blood spilling from his ears and down his shoulders. He feels his face wet with spit and tears and sweat; Darry's chest fills with shame. It's all too much now for Darry, evident in the way he curls into himself and keeps his face lowered.

  As Darry gets sucked into his head, the Creeper is taking in the smells given out by his new toy, sniffing greedily. They lap up the blood on his shoulder and the sweat Darry's drenched in, they're more than satisfied. Every one of their movements is met with some noise by Darry, the Creeper rumbles loudly when they feel Darry twist and fidgeting. Every shift leaves Darry twitching, he squeezes around the large cock that's buried so deeply in his wet and warm hole. They grasp the young man and hold him still, causing Darry to go into a crying fit. Darry's sobs as he feels himself building up to another orgasm, his hands looking for something to steady himself on. Which results in Darry's long fingers digging into the creature's hips. Darry whimpers, his face heats up and his head hurts. The Creeper wraps an arm around Darry waist, resting at the small of his back and his hand reaches around to rest on his hip bone. Their other hand wraps around Darry's cock, their large hand covering all of it and then some. Darry arches into the Creeper's touch and presses himself into them.

  Darry lets out a garbled plea, asking for them, nearly begging for the Creeper. He fucks himself on the monstrous-sized dick in his asshole while they tugged his own feverently. Darry lets out unintelligible murmurs as the tugs on his cock grow quick and painful. He's practically thrashing leading to the arm around his waist to hold him tightly. Darry raises and drops his hips, his hole making soft wet noises as a result. His hole is sucking the huge cock with ease, the cum and blood serving as lubrication. Darry shivers when the Creeper bellows into his ear, his hairs standing on edge. The Creeper's eyes are fixated on Darry's cock, watching the swollen head twitch his hold. The Creeper watches as Darry lets out short little huffs, his chest contracting as they stroke his cock. Darry cries out weakly, he freezes and pushes himself as close as he can to the creature. Positioning himself in such a way that keeps the Creeper's bulky head pressed inside him in a painfully delicious way. The Creeper feels the young man go limp in his hold as white streams spill from his dick, he rubs a claw along the plump vein and trails up to his slit. Darry writhes in their hold, lifting his hips up and down as they coerce him into cumming again.

  Darry bucks into their touch–"stopstop" –his legs press into the thing's side as they force another orgasm from the boy. Darry feels himself heat up as he has a dry orgasm, a hot buzzing feeling filling his body as he lets out a raspy moan. Darry sighs deeply through his nose as he grows weak and leans to lay on the Creeper with no hesitance. In consequence, the Creeper only manhandles Darry and maniacally keeps fucking Darry. They manually lift Darry, grabbing his lax body by the hips and fuck him onto their dick. Darry can't even begin to form clears thoughts and much less words. The young man only reacts with jerks and flinches, weakly pushing the creature. Darry sniffles, his cries are loud and broken. He nearly faints when the Creeper takes hold of his softening cock, absentmindedly rubbing his sensitive tip. Darry flinches sharply as he feels his asshole get split and filled with cum, jerking as the combined feeling of his head being rubbed and hole being filled crippling him.

  Darry thinks it's almost better to have the Creeper's stout, heavy cock turning his hole inside out than to feel it leaving from inside him. He chokes as the long, fat cock pulls out of his leaking ass. Somehow Darry finds the strength to form words and implores desperately for them to stop.

"Nonono please- stop!.. stop I-," Darry urges with a hoarse voice. The drag of the Creeper's dick is horrendous and burns, his sharp appendages catch on Darry's walls; Darry finally breaks, completely destroyed as the Creeper's round, full cockhead finally leaves him. Darry can hear the resounding smack of the Creeper's cock hitting their thigh, hanging down with a light bounce. Darry wonders if he'd feel better or worse if he was able to see the massive cock he just took. He doesn't have much time to ponder because Darry soon passes out, his body turned to mush and no longer holds itself up. His unconscious body falls into the Creeper's grasp and they're hold on the wrecked boy is suspiciously soft.

Day 22

  Needless to say, Darry felt like shit when he woke up, curling into himself when the events of the day before flooded his mind. He moves with caution, nearly every part of himself shooting up with pain at the lightest touch. Darry's hand clutches around a sheet he's covered with and as his fingers take in the unfamiliarity of the fabrics texture. He flinches when the crinkling of paper sounds beneath him, catching him off guard. Darry's heart rate speeds up and upon hearing an excessively loud beeping, Darry figures he's in a hospital. His guess is reaffirmed when he takes a deep breath in and everything smells clean and like cleaning supplies. Unbeknownst to Darry, his increased heart rate alerted a nurse and his lack of sight leaves him unaware.

"Hey!" Darry yelped, retracting away from the gloved hands that touched him. He accidentally hits the nurse, Darry cringes at the sound of the health worker's muttered curses. Darry isn't quite sure what the nurse says next as he starts to grow dizzy and breathless. Darry's newly cleaned finger nails dig into the sturdy bed he's on, taking in the sensation of the exceptionally more comfortable mattress. He coughs and clears his throat, willing himself to not break into a panic. But human emotions will always be inevitably felt, and so Darry begins to cry. In his state, Darry isn't sure what to feel exactly –he can't tell if he's glad to be in a hospital, to be with people. Though his coherent thoughts end there as his panic builds in a more physical representation, Darry falters and his grip loosens on the hospital bed sheet.

  He feels himself swaying which causes the nurse to grow worried. Quickly, the nurse says what they're going to do before making a grab at Darry. This seems to bring both of them peace of mind, but Darry is unable to stop himself from shaking like a leaf at their touch. Darry is quiet and is intently focused on every action of the nurse, to the sound of their breaths and the way they prod lightly around his face. Which for some reason makes Darry feel embarrassed about the state of his body. Darry's head turns to the sound of another voice in the room, it's a gruff and low voice that makes his stomach churn. The unidentified person speaks with the nurse tending to him and their conversation is whispered, but his ears aren't what Darry's lost. His face has a grimace, twisting into a bitter look.

"...Darius Jenner?"

"Yea, ain't he the one?"

"Yes."

  Darry concludes that the deeper, stern voice is a doctor of sorts. He speculates that they're not much of a gossiper as their answer to the nurse is spoken in a hiss. Darry is grateful for it.

"Darius Jenner?" The doctor calls out his name and this time it's directed at him. Darry turns his head in the voice's general direction as an answer which he assumes is spot on because the doctor proceeds to speak once more.

"We've cleaned you up to the best of our, uh, ability shall we say.. you're good to go so to speak," the doctor lists off. Darry keeps his sarcastic thoughts to himself upon hearing good to go, was he ever going to be a functioning person again after all that's happened.

"You're family's here, but we've held them off, y'know rest and such. We can call them-"

At the nod of Darry head the doctor's words end, he doesn't want to see anyone anymore than people want to see the Creeper.

"Well, I'll tell them your status, you just rest up."

  Darry listens to the sound of their feet hitting the linoleum flooring, letting a breath out when the click of the door fills his ears. He thinks they switched the lights out, but he isn't sure. Darry leans back slowly onto his new bed, inching his way down as if laying down would result in something bad happening to him. Well, Darry wasn't too far off actually because as he turns to lay on his side something pulls on his body. Fresh sutures he didn't know he had caught on the starched-stiff sheets. Darry manages to get comfortable, although he's not completely relaxed; Darry doesn't think he'll ever be able to stop being on alert. His over-thinking wasn't without its reason, Darry was smart to stay attentive because he took notice of every little thing. Especially paying close attention to how the hairs on his back were on edge and chills raised along his spine: someone was behind him.

  Darry fought the urge to recoil when he felt a hand graze his back, fought the urge to squirm when the hand started to grope him. Darry, however, couldn't fight the urge to let out a whimper when he felt familiar lips on the back of his neck. The annoying and increasing beep of his heart monitor faded into the background and so did the banging on the wooden, locked door to his room.

  Darry didn't know what was going to happen after this, but he hadn't expected to be fucked again so soon, figuratively speaking in this instance. Darry gulps as he's lifted up off the bed, basking in the last few seconds of comfort he had on it. The Creeper holds him with a devious look, though it's not directed to Darry; the Creeper's stare is focused on the frozen image on the ultrasound equipment.

Darry is so incredibly fucked.

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Day 23

  Darry sucked in a deep breath, willing himself to breathe quietly. He couldn't, Darry was scared, but this time he felt different. Darry wouldn't be able to tell you what exactly –he just knew deep inside that something was wrong. Something was incredibly wrong with him . Darry felt like his skin was crawling, he was uncomfortable with his own body. Darry didn't know why yet, his stomach cramped and contracted. He felt himself grow light headed quickly, it made Darry suspect that he had vertigo as he was always nauseous. It made him vomit a couple times. Darry hunched over his bed to empty out his insides, but with lack of sight Darry couldn't know exactly where he was throwing up. Not that he cared, the ground was probably caked in blood and sweat from previous victims of the Creeper. 

So, Darry didn't bring himself to care if he made a mess in the Creeper's little torture playhouse. 

(Darry would be lying if it didn't make him feel some type of way at the thought of the Creeper doing this to other people.)

Speaking of the Creeper, Darry hadn't seen them since they took him from the hospital: Darry was still dressed in his hospital gown. Though he doubts it's still as clean, he rubs the fabric between two fingers and takes a breath. The remnants of hospital smells on the gown bring Darry a little comfort; his comfort , what a curious thing. It seems as though Darry's grown used to the Creeper, he isn't completely relaxed, but who would be in the Creeper's grasp. Though Darry appears, in a manner that one might even say is too hopeful, to see the Creeper again. There was just something Darry couldn't control about how he felt when it came to the Creeper, but Darry couldn't stop thinking about them now. Even more so since he hasn't seen the Creeper which was unusual, even for them.

Darry twisted in his bed sheets and turned onto his side as he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen. His knees pulled up and Darry held his legs into himself, it seemed to subside the pain for a little. Before he knew it, Darry felt his insides contract, tensing up and cramping. Darry's arms made their way around his own waist, hugging himself from the pain. He dug his fingers in his sides, wishing for it to stop. It didn't. Darry took in a sharp breath as it felt like something in him had moved , he stilled.

Tentatively, Darry inched his hand to rest on his stomach. Rubbing over himself slowly, his stomach seemed flat except it was harder to the touch. Like he was extremely bloated almost. Darry's breath came out in short huffs and shaky, like it pained him to take in air and let it out. It was making Darry grow faint and dizzy, he swallowed down the bile that he felt rising at the back of his throat. Darry lets a wail out, it feels like something snapped inside of him. He's barely holding himself together and Darry desperately wishes for any one to help. Darry cranes his neck towards the direction of the noise, the deep chortles tell him it's the Creeper. Darry sighs, he did say any one , but Darry didn't account for them to be his rescuer as well as captor. 

Darry feels a contraction inside him and it takes his attention off the Creeper. All Darry can focus on is the pain he's feeling and the rising vomit in his throat, it takes all his breath away, leaving him gasping. He can't hear the approaching footsteps of the Creeper or even acknowledges when they caress his stomach and let out a pleased groan. Darry writhes on the bed, he feels his sweat running down his face. He feels gross and it's even worse because of the pain he's in. For a split second, Darry's pain is momentarily forgotten as the Creeper maneuvers him to his liking. The touch is almost alleviating and when Darry feels their hands leave him, he screams as the pain increases tenfold. The Creeper forms a smile that can only be described as sadistic, and while he may not want Darry to be in pain it doesn't prevent them from finding a sick joy in Darry's pain expressions.

The way Darry's jaw drops and he heaves makes the Creeper still, watching the human with expectant eyes. Their eyes slant as familiar words claw their way out of Darry's mouth.

"Please! Please ," Darry begs. He can't stand the pain anymore. The Creeper doesn't move to help him and instead leaves him alone once more. Darry knows his pleads don't matter, that they are inherently useless, but he doesn't stop. He fills the room with his sobs and cries for help, clenching his hands down onto the thin sheets that are covering him. It tires him out eventually, slowly draining every last bit of energy Darry has leaving him feeling boneless. It feels like a lifetime passes as Darry moves, the simplest action bringing him to defeat. Darry can't even wiggle his fingers. He lays motionless as he succumbs to the pain, every nerve ending on his body sending him signals of sharp, prickling pain. Darry soons passes out because of it, his body soaked in sweat. In his comatose state, he shivers and twitches as the temperature in his body rises.

Despite being unconscious, Darry moans in his sleep and makes pained faces. 

  Darry has no idea when he wakes up, suddenly he's sitting up and holding his stomach. Which seems to have ballooned, Darry's hands are shaky as he feels his stretched out flesh and he gags, feeling the slightest movement beneath his finger tips. Darry's hands curl around his hospital gown, he grows weak and falls into shock. Darry doesn't know whether to cry or laugh, of course I'd be knocked up by some fucking monster. Darry couldn't help the blush that flooded his face, thinking to himself, it wasn't exactly a one person situation. So Darry blames himself, but he doesn't exactly feel anything towards the thing he suspects is growing inside him. 

Unknown to Darry, the possible monster growing inside him meant a new era for the Creeper; an era where no longer did they need to go searching for the perfect parts .

The Creeper had long planned what he was going to do with any offspring long before Darry had come along. It was simple: The Creeper planned on eating   it, after all what better way was there to get useful organs to snack on that matched their needs. All the parts would be perfect for them . 

  Darry doesn't know how many times he doubled over himself and threw up, he's done it so much he has nothing left to empty out of his insides. Darry's throat aches, swallowing the spit that built up in his mouth feels scratchy. He lurches when he feels something different rise in his throat, his hands pull at the thick sludge and he cringes at the texture. He's slowly suffocating, the more he pulls the longer it feels like it's getting, but Darry reaches the end. As he tosses the thick, sac-like goop his stomach contracts and his screams finally pique the Creeper's interest. 

The Creeper looks at Darry with a leer, watching as he cries in pain and moans. The knife in their hand glares as the only source of light hits it, making a quick stream of light shine onto Darry's face. It highlights the maroonish gunk on his chin, they chitter lowly at the sight and inhale deeply. They catch the scent of the thick sludge Darry threw onto the ground earlier, it makes the Creeper release a roar. The hold they have on the impossibly sharp knife tightens as they make their way towards Darry, watching as his stomach dipped and pushed. 

The Creeper wasted no time in the following events, they pressed a hand down onto Darry as their other drags the sharp blade across his stomach. It's clean and precise, the blood leaving Darry is minimal at best. Yet there's a steady flow of blood leaving the slit, appendages pop out of the wound. The Creeper has no hesitation when their hands grip the growing being, crushing it in their large hand. Darry feels as though he's let go of something heavy, it makes him feel lighter, but maybe that's just the blood loss. 

As Darry fades into nothingness, in the background sounds of gnawing are heard accompanied by crunching and cracking bones. Darry drowns out the sound as he slowly drifts into almost dying. In his lack of semi-unconsciousness, Darry's spared from processing the noises as the Creeper slurps up their own child. 

  When the Creeper finishes with his… lunch , they head over to Darry, wiping off their hands on their trench coat. Looking as Darry holds his insides in his hand before he goes to stitch him shut, looping bloody thread across his torso. The Creeper tosses the sharpened bone they used as a makeshift needle, their hands stay on Darry running along the stitches. They hoist Darry up, holding him up to their own face in front of their lips. Darry's limp body doesn't react to the Creeper's tongue running along the stitches, licking and cleaning up the blood on his stomach. Once Darry's torso is mostly saliva and less blood, the Creeper lays him back down and leaves. 

  Darry wakes up sore and sticky, a familiar scenario he should really stop getting into. He tries to sit up, but bending at his hips is a struggle. Darry settles for laying down instead, moaning as the breath he takes stretches his stitches a little. His fingers graze over them slightly, feeling the semi-solidified spit of who Darry can only assume is the Creeper's. Instinctively, he rests his hands on his stomach, his flat , smooth, spit-covered stomach. Darry sighs in relief and can't stop the small smile he grows. 

Darry takes his face in his hands,"god, I am really am fucked up now, aren't I?"

  Everything about this is extremely fucked up, not only moments ago Darry carrying some thing , he was sighing of relief because said thing was –eaten, 

"oh my fucking god."

The sounds flooded his mind as he remembered his procedure, one could say. Darry cringes at the memories, wishing he had gone unconscious sooner though he guesses if that had happened he'd most likely be dead. Darry wonders if he would choose to be dead than go through this, he couldn't provide himself with a clear answer. That was an answer entirely in itself. Darry didn't… Darry didn't completely mind parts of what had happened to him.

Darry hands are still on his face, he exhales a big, deep breath," Fuck! "

Darry's voice cracks and it feels like Day 1 all over again: his anxiety rising and the self-restraint Darry appeared to lack. It made Darry sick how easy it was for him to accept anything if it meant he wasn't going to die or if he got what he wanted. Darry wasn't talking about the Creeper –no, you see Darry couldn't repress his growing attachment, arousal , for the monster. 

Darry didn't no what to do anymore, everything was beyond fucked up. There was no turning point in this and even if he were to escape, Darry was blind. He had no idea where he was and wouldn't be able to get very far. Darry was sure he was no longer in the abandoned church, but other than that Darry was completely clueless. Darry hated himself for it, except no one was blaming Darry but himself. If anyone knew what Darry did–" oh god "–he groans as embarrassment floods him inside out. The notion that the doctor's knew anything and possibly told his family made him want to bury himself in a hole to never come out. Darry's face felt hot and he was sure if he was able to see himself, he'd say his face was noticeably red. Darry wishes it would end. 

Darry should be more careful about what he wishes for; it is almost impossibly quick for his prayers to be answered because Darry feels hands wrapping around his neck and he passes out.

  Darry goes in and out of consciousness for the next few hours, each time he wakes up in more and more pain. He groans softly, he sure there's dark hand shaped bruises wrapping his neck. Darry sits up, this time he doesn't even feel the slightest pain in his torso when he does. Darry runs his hand along the bottom of his stomach, surprised to feel no stitches, not even a scar. It's smooth like nothing ever happened, if anything aside from the bruise on his neck, he's completely fine. Well, physically of course, Darry's as well as he could be. Darry adjusts his hospital gown and sighs tiredly, he doesn't know anymore. Darry stupidly thinks he's no longer scared, or can be shocked any further. Oh, how wrong Darry was.

  Darry's heart rate picks up at the sound of banging and knocking. He can't tell exactly where it's coming from, Darry flinches at a particularly loud bang twisting on his hands and knees. The bed he's on is a mess, the sheets are tangled his limbs and stained with his dry blood. If the gown Darry was wearing wasn't tied to his frame it'd be shaken off his body from his trembling. He holds his breath as the sound silences, listening intently for anything. Darry flinches, falling down into the mattress and buries his face into the bloodied blankets. Darry's wavered breaths were muffled as he kept his face covered. His huffs came out hot, making his face grow sticky. Darry couldn't help himself when he turned his face to the creaking sound of a door opening. Darry licks his lips, the anticipation causing his throat to go dry and feels as if he's swallowed cotton. 

The Creeper kept their eyes trained on Darry, their leer is full of pure, animalistic lust. Their thick, wide tongue passes over their teeth and clears away the caked blood. It leaves a line of spit on their chin, coating over the dried blood the Creeper didn't bother cleaning from their face. They watch as Darry seems to make himself presentable, as if covering up his lithe body would stop them from taking Darry once more. Darry pulls his gown over his shoulder, bunching it up only causes it to grow lopsided. He feels the Creeper's eyes on his exposed shoulder. Regretful of his own actions, Darry hugs his waist with embarrassment as the emptiness he was left feeling with in his stomach grows replaced by his horniness. 

No matter how many times Darry thinks how wrong this is, he can't seem to stop anymore. Darry can't stop the swelling heat that grows almost expectantly when he's near the Creeper. Darry can't separate any of his emotions any more, can't tell the difference between what's normal and what isn't.

Darry tells himself it's for survival, necessary, he has to do it or else he'd die. Except that would be a lie, while fighting back may put him on the brink of death, Darry's reciprocation was what kept him alive. It's what the Creeper smelled on him, every inch of Darry reeked of conformity. That's what got Darry caught in the first place; he was so easy to break in, all it took was scaring him and Darry liquefied in the Creeper's grasp. The Creeper lets out a noise that could be described as a laugh, the pleasure they received from seeing Darry getting worked up building up malicious glee in them. They moved silently towards Darry, wanting to hear the young man's heart speed up and the temperature of his skin grow hot. 

Darry's all messed up inside –mentally and physically, he can't see the Creeper yet their presence makes him feel dizzy. It makes him feel unbearably warm, causing him to tug at the gown he's wearing. Darry strips, pulling the hospital gown off his sweating frame; Darry thinks he has a fever as the air hitting his skin only seems to make him feel achy. The gown gathers around his lap, covering his decency for the moment. 

The Creeper is curious, stopping before Darry and slowly raises a hand above Darry. Somehow Darry realized their closeness, whimpering and blindly reaching out for him. The Creeper rests their hand on Darry's head much like a priest to a sinner, feeling his shaking, hot body beneath their claws. Darry crumbles at the touch, sucking air in deeply as he feels worse as time goes on. Darry turns his head, pressing his face into the huge palm of the Creeper's hand. His tears leave their hand wet and Darry's warm, helpless huffs of air grow a layer of moisture. It doesn't help any when Darry can't stop himself from widening his lips and tastes their hand. 

The Creeper takes notice of Darry's lack of restraint, listening to the wet sounds he's making as he licks up their fingers. Darry raises his hands without a thought, wrapping his clammy hands around the broad wrist of the Creeper. Darry's thighs rub against each other absentmindedly, it makes his gown tangle between his legs. His overgrown hair intertwines with the Creeper's fingers, Darry only lets it happen and drops his hands down into his lap. His fingers dig into his thighs to avoid touching himself, it did little to suppress his urge to stroke himself, but Darry managed. He took what he was given, like a good little human pet. 

Darry gasped as he was lifted, his hospital gown slipped off himself, leaving him naked. His bare body met the Creeper's; they felt different as if they managed to grow in all aspects of themselves. Darry hated himself for his thoughts, but he couldn't help notice how much their hands expanded over his  hips; the way it made chills crawl up his spine and shoulders. The size difference makes Darry feel so incredibly hot between his legs. 

The Creeper's shoulders felt broader, practically double the size of his own. No, Darry definitely didn't notice. Though it seemed his body did, with the way it was practically pinned into the Creeper's chest and burned at their touch. Darry opened and closed his mouth as if he were going to speak, as if he were going to try and explain himself that it wasn't what it seemed. That he didn't like how powerless he felt around them, that it didn't make him rub his thighs against each other. That he wasn't stopping himself from rutting up into the massive thing in front of him. The Creeper took big whiffs as Darry was unable to avoid touching them, watching with a smirk at Darry's submission. They exhaled slowly as Darry's hands trembled against their shoulders, his mouth had formed a little pout and he had gone speechless yet again. However Darry shouldn't worry, they'll make him speak scream and his pretty little mouth won't be able to stop his moans. They looked down with a strong gaze, eyes glued to Darry's blushing face as he bit his lips, trying to contain his gasp.

Darry felt like he was floating, but maybe it was the happy cocktail of chemicals being released by his brain at the feeling of his plump cock being stroked. The Creeper sniffs the air as it's permeated by Darry's sweat and pre-cum. The hand that Darry so leisurely slobbered over had completely covered his dick, taking hold of him easily and stroking him with increasing speed. Darry pressed his face into the Creeper's chest at the touch, pawing at them from the overwhelming feeling of their spit-coated hands. Darry's fingers clumsily reach for something to hold, digging into their tattered clothing. It makes Darry desperately wish for them to strip as well. His little tugs at the Creeper aren't ignored because Darry can now feel every inch of the Creeper's body against his own. A pleased grin forms on the Creeper's face as Darry is flush with them, pressing his needy body up against them. 

Darry feels his saliva leave a trail on one of his cheeks as the Creeper hand slowly rubs his ass. The Creeper's hand finds their place between his flushed cheeks. Darry's forehead presses hard against the Creeper as Darry bucks up, reacting to the very large rough hands splitting open his ass.  The Creeper inhales deeply with a low groan, his cock filling out at Darry's willingness to be fucked. It raises on its own, Darry can feel it graze his own erection slightly and he shudders at the size of the Creeper's head. Though it doesn't stop Darry from stretching downwards in hopes of feeling their precum wet his thighs, his efforts aren't in vain. The Creeper has other plans for Darry, breathing in deeply as they grope Darry's warm body. Darry grows rigid as they spread his cheeks with one hand while the other works their way inside of his hole. Darry grinds down into the sharp nails when he feels them breach, wiggling impatiently for more. He basks in the feeling of their slimy digits relentlessly pressing on his insides. The mixture of his own spit and blood soon covers their fingers, coating them. Darry hands find their way behind himself, shaking, taking hold of the Creeper's hand to push the fingers into himself deeper. They pull Darry closer as he fucks into their fingers, taking the mess of a boy onto their lap. 

The Creeper clicks their teeth as Darry clenches on their newly thickened limbs, bouncing down his bloody hole onto their claws. Darry crumbles, crying as the fingers curl inside him and stab his insides aggressively. Darry shifts his hips as the Creeper continues to let him use their hand as Darry's own personal dildo, pistoning the exceedingly larger digits into his ass. Darry doesn't think he can go on living without them anymore –it feels that way to Darry anyways, it's obvious when mumbles leave his wet lips. Darry presses his face into their muscular chest–" ah! I think I- fuck! "

The Creeper watches how their hand disappears into his pasty hole, pushing past the young boy's walls with ease. Darry's face is in the Creeper's direct line of sight and they watch as his lips widen, letting out a squeal. There's little dribbles of spit going over the corners of his lips and his face is flushed, red and shiny with sweat. That's when they decide Darry needs to sit on their dick. 

" Fuckfuck! " Darry jerked as the Creeper filled him, moving up to their wrist. The Creeper teases a little more before filling Darry up with their monster cock, growling from how warm Darry's insides are. Darry can feel him in his stomach, it's just their hand, he wonders how their dick will feel like. A slow and overflowing burn takes Darry out of his thoughts, the Creeper is torturously dragging their hand out of him with a sick smile. They slide their fingers against one another, smiling at the fresh blood on their hands joyfully. Darry feels himself tremble at the sound of the Creeper releasing a deep, hearty moan; Darry feels his asshole squeezing on nothing at the inhuman sounds coming out of the massive monster before him. 

Uselessly, Darry tries to feel around for the Creeper's neck, wanting to reach up and kiss them ; his hole feels so empty without them and Darry decides if they're going to make him wait, they can at least fill his mouth with their tongue. Darry blushes at the thought of their mouth, their surprisingly skillful mouth –Darry can feel the heat radiating off his own face, it makes a bubble around him, Darry wants them so badly. He pushes up hurriedly, hoping they'd understand, they do. Darry gladly sucks up the thick spit dripping of their tongue, his lips get glossy and flush pink from the harsh kiss. They part the kiss which makes Darry, honest to god, whine about it without a beat.

" Nonono , you gotta–" Darry's voice breaks, completely filled with absolute desire. Darry tips his head up just as he curves his back, which in turn makes his legs drop down right unto the Creeper's hard on. His ass perks out in the most delicious way, the Creeper's eyes trained on the bruised and redden ass with dark eyes. They roll their hips up, which is their newly grown body, larger body makes Darry bounce up higher than anticipated. Darry's dick catches on the Creeper's rough skin, the texture making Darry's rock into them needily. Darry thrusts his hips up and down, he clamors,"please."

Darry finally reaches the Creeper face, he rubs his cheek into their chin with hopes that it'll entice a kiss him again. Luckily, for Darry, it does. Darry's whimpers get drowned out by the slobbery kiss of the Creeper, his little squeals from the Creeper's wet tongue are hidden by the kiss. By now, Darry cocks flooded with hot blood and wet at the tip. Darry opens his mouth wide open, the way their tongue slides againsts his mouth makes his head spin. Darry doesn't even think he's taking in any air, growing dizzy as he takes in their tongue. The Creeper's saliva spills over their connected lips, slipping down Darry's flushed neck slowly. It runs down slowly, causing him to get chills. 

The feeling of their hot, gooey spit makes Darry gulp and unintentionally makes him swallow down the mucousy spit. Darry breathes in deeply as they part the kiss, growing saddened by the absence of the thick tongue practically fucking the inside of his mouth. The Creeper quickly redeems themselves though and takes his cock in a free hand: it's dwarfed from the size of their wide palm. The Creeper tutts as Darry fucks into their hand, watching the red-tipped dick slip through their fingers. Darry can't stop his hands from groping the Creeper, carelessly touching them as he grows more intoxicated by the hand around his hard-wet-for-a-demon dick. Darry can't stop the swearing from spilling out his glossy lips, it's adorable really, how easily unwound he became from a handjob. Darry's legs twitch and go to squeeze together as the Creeper strokes him in a painfully quick way. Darry's sure the Creeper could easily pull off his leaking cock if they wanted to, but for now all they do is tug Darry a little too roughly. 

But who's to say Darry didn't like it rough?

Darry could feel himself getting close, closer to tipping over the edge and releasing his cum onto the Creeper's graceful hold. Before he could reach his sweet ecstasy, they stop mid stroke and hold Darry's cock with a hard squeeze. Darry wails as his head gets cinched by the Creeper's thumb and forefinger, their other hands move to rub his tight balls and the underside of his dick. Darry's jaw drops and he presses his open-wet lips onto the Creeper's pectoral muscles. Spit collects on the middle of Darry's tongue as he feels the pads of their fingers go up and down his cock. Drool dribbles out of his split lips as he grows practically drunk on their touch, Darry huffs are choked as his orgasm gets delayed. Darry feels the pressure building up between his hips and the Creeper eyes are fixed on the teen boy's cockhead glistening with cum. They rub the skin of Darry's wet head and roar as streams of hot fluid leave his little dick. 

" So good , mhm,pf,"Darry muttered, his thoughts jumbled as all he could concentrate on his dicks pulse. Darry smiles as his grin grows he bites down on his lips to stop himself from screaming: Darry should know by now that it's a useless action as his moans are coerced out by the Creeper moving their thumb on his spent head. They're swirling around Darry's cum, a smirk plastered on their mouth showing off their sharpened and elongated teeth. Darry of course couldn't see them, but the Creeper made sure he was well-aware of their pointed teeth. Biting down onto Darry's shoulder as they tug at his prick languidly, taking the short gasping Darry's letting out as a sign to keep going. Darry can't keep still under their touch, squirming on their lap as his cock grows hard again. Darry just thrusts into the giving hands of the Creeper as they grope his abused body, sobbing as his dick is forgotten as their hands curl under his thighs. His shoulder is sure to be bleeding, but Darry basks under their merciless mouth.

Darry inhales sharply as their mouth presses on his shoulder, shuddering as the Creeper presses worryingly gentle kisses on reddened skin. They leave trails of blood and spit as they move on the flushed expanse of skin, careful to leave no part of Darry unkissed. The grip of the hands on Darry's thigh grew painful as the Creeper made out with his body, but Darry can't help how grounded it makes him feel. As Darry melts in their hold, practically made into a puddle by the Creeper's hands, he can't seem to stop himself from babbling incoherently. It makes a cruel smile on the Creeper's mouth, licking their smirk with hunger. The Creeper raises Darry, making his legs wrap around their torso. It leaves Darry's arms to wrap loosely around the Creeper's neck and in his dazed state, Darry lays his head down on their vast shoulders and speaks mindlessly yet honestly.

"I wan' it, you , all inside me, fills me." Darry says as a matter of fact, his voice raises in pitch as he feels the Creeper easily manhandle him. Darry smiles into their neck as they react to his words, pleased with himself as he gets what he wants. Darry takes his chance to kiss the Creeper, grazing his parted lips onto the Creeper's, but his kiss is cut short. Darry gasps and his lips are far from the Creeper's, his face rests on their jawline. The Creeper's fingers find their way back into Darry's clenching hole and his legs tighten around the Creeper's bulky frame," oh fuck yes!"

The Creeper doesn't seem to mind Darry's inability to keep still, in fact the way his legs pull them closer and how his arms limply rest on their shoulders only to tighten when they curl their fingers inside his ass. Despite Darry's shifting and little short pushes into the Creeper's hands, it does very little to move their strong body. If Darry could see himself he'd moan at the sight; the utter neediness of it would leave anyone creaming their pants at the sight of Darry getting fingerfucked. He looked helpless, pressing his face against the Creeper's shoulder because he felt embarrassed at how noisy he was being. Darry turned his head away from them to try and stifle his high moans, but the closeness left no chance of suppressing any of his whimpers going unnoticed. Darry curled as best he could into their expansive chest, he was a mess of emotions and a mess of a person in their arms. It didn't help that everytime Darry took his bottom lip between his teeth to keep quiet, the Creeper slid their fingers quickly out and in of his bloody hole and forced him to be vocal. 

"Yes, yes, yes!" Darry wails, his voice coming out croaky as his hole is fucked. The Creeper looks at his trembling body, watching Darry's scrunched up face with an unrecognizable gaze. Their free hand raises to caress Darry's pained face, the soft action bringing Darry to tilt his head up towards the Creeper and have his mouth wide open. Their low rumble fills the room as they make Darry come on their fingers, extremely pleased with Darry's lack of restraint. Darry body sags against their chest yet he humps their chest, spreading his cum everywhere and moaning. The Creeper feels himself leaking from Darry's shamelessness, letting the teen boy be for now. 

They slip their fingers out of Darry, causing his movements to stutter and hearing Darry's breath hitch as they guide Darry down. Darry shudders in the Creeper's hands, unable to control his shaking as they control his movements, leading him down onto their cock. Darry cries weakly as they shove the large head of their cock into his much smaller hole– "mhmh" –Darry jerks as they breach his pulsing hole. Darry swears they're splitting him open as they pull him down to sit down on their dick, he takes a deep breath through his nose," huge. "

The Creeper watches as the inches disappear into his tight ass, but Darry's not even halfway on it yet. The Creeper's eyes darkened as Darry presses their chests together, clawing at them when their head pushes past Darry's prostate, the pressure is immense. Darry's almost cumming on himself again when they don't stop lowering him, his insides feel as if they're being pushed aside to make room for the heavy, solid rod-like cock. It feels like the tip of their dick is meeting with the bottom of Darry's sternum and it rests there with no problem while Darry gags as he struggles to breathe,"fu–."

If Darry felt like their hands were too much, taking their cock was beyond enough; their head was wide, but evidently not as wide as their shaft because as Darry sunk down, he could feel it expanding as the Creeper forced it inside him. Darry sniffles as he begins to cry, his dick is hard and leaking much like his ass. Darry can feel the pulse in his dick as he moves the tiniest bit, despite his efforts it still causes the huge cock inside him to go a little deeper. Darry blacks out and his head lays on the Creeper's chest, the difference in their height even more noticeable as Darry now only reaches a little past the middle of their torso. The Creeper uses Darry's unconscious state to their advantage, pushing their cock into Darry until his ass finally rests on their thighs. Darry's taken all of them now completely and when he takes in a big breath, the Creeper growls upon hearing Darry panic from their cock being buried deep inside him. 

Darry clenches around the thick, long dick inside him as the vibrations of their growl go into his ass. Darry doesn't want to move at all, but can't help that he wants to fuck the cock in his ass. Darry sighs as the Creeper runs their hands down his sides, feeling how his body has contorted from the mere size of their dick. Now, the Creeper isn't gentle, but even they know the risk of having someone so small take their cock isn't a riskless situation. So, they let Darry move first, waiting for him. Darry's next moves aren't a surprise to the Creeper: Darry rocks slowly back and forth, feeling how wide they are and avoids bouncing on it, for now anyways.

They groan as the squishy heat of Darry's insides contract, tensing around his shaft and head. Darry seems to realize the Creeper is holding back, he's grateful for it yet a little weary at the same time. Darry feels their dick expand–" ah ah "–Darry mentally berates himself for sounding like a girl, his squeals though seem to be pleasing the Creeper. They wrap their arms around Darry when he gets a little too eager and begins to lightly grind down. Darry hears the Creeper suck their tongue as he drops to rest the side of his face on their chest. Darry places his hands on their abs and digs his finger into them as he steadies his own breathing. It seems they're both struggling to keep it together, Darry giggles as he thinks of how lucrative this situation is. The Creeper finds the little breathless giggles tasteful to his ears, they hug Darry to their chest as they look for a suitable way to fuck Darry. 

Still hugging Darry, the Creeper lays down on their back and has Darry lay on top of them, cock still buried deeply inside him. Darry's mouths part and let out a long, whine as his ass just barely lets out some of their cock. It's ridged surface near the base leaves Darry's rim hot and uncomfortable, in an incredibly good way. Darry lets a breath out into the Creeper's chest as they're hands rub up and down his back, his own hands resting on either side of his head. Darry's weight is on his forearms, but he doubts they can't handle the pain of his elbows digging into their ribcage. He's certain the Creeper doesn't even care. The Creeper hands take him out of his thoughts when they reach for his ass and their fingers wriggle beside the cock between his cheeks. Darry can't even scream as they finger his rim and tease his balls. Darry sucks in a breath through his teeth, feeling dizzy as the fingers lazily rub him, slowly trailing to the underside of his dick. 

Darry holds himself up, still resting on his forearms and the movement is absolutely excruciating. It takes Darry several minutes to even get his breath back, he's choking on nothing as the Creeper's dicks pulse is all he can feel. Their hands have left his dick alone, but they stay on his legs, curled behind his knees. The Creeper pulls and pushes Darry slightly, they take in Darry's sickly smell and proceed to keeps coaxing Darry to fuck himself. 

Darry grows scared when the Creeper is pushing him to grind down on his dick, hands clenched into fists as he listens to them. Darry pulls his ass forward only slightly, it barely moves the head inside him, before pushing himself back into it. The idea of being split opened by a monster cock builds terror in Darry yet it entices him as well. It seems Darry's light movements are enough for now as the Creeper doesn't seem to mind Darry's hesitance, they do however let out throaty moans and breathe in deeply. They take in Darry's scent as the young boy slowly works up fucking himself on their cock. Darry whimpers when he pulls out a little farther than he meant too, his chest feels the emptiness because of it. There was no avoiding what happened next, so Darry being a good captive pushes his hips back and takes the hit of their long cock. Darry's arms struggle to hold him up, shaking tremendously as he slowly rocks back and forth into the Creeper's stiff and fat cock. Darry hears the wet noises of his blood being pushed aside by their cock, taking up all the space available and forcing the blood to run down. He can feel the warm blood drip down his own dick, it makes him twitch and grasp the Creeper. 

The Creeper listens to Darry's moan grow faint as he quickened his pace, pushing his ass back and forth into their dick. The speed was no where near what they planned on fucking at, but if they wanted to keep Darry alive that's what it would have to be. At the same time, Darry's own dick grinds down onto the Creeper's defined torso. Darry forgets to breathe as he moves hips to rub his cock, in turn it makes the Creeper's cockhead snag on his walls and swell. He can't decide whether or not he regrets his actions, the pain in his ass was excruciating, but his wet head being chafed was a sweet relief. 

Darry's head hung as he rested his forehead on his closed fists, breathing in haggardly as he grew meek. He stopped breathing and pulled the Creeper's cock out as far as he could before sliding back down onto it, his legs tightened around the Creeper's wide body. Darry feels their fingers dig into the back of his knees, Darry preens as the grip grows harsh as he takes all of their cock inside his hole. Their largeness left Darry flat against them, sliding up and down their torso left him rubbing his own dick against his stomach once more. Darry sobs. His cum was practically lathered in between their bodies, but it helped ease up the friction of the Creeper's coarse skin on his supple, and soft flesh. Darry rocks into the cock without hesitance now, though his pace is still quite slow. Darry screams when the Creeper fucks their hips up and the thrust makes a smacking sound. The Creeper's thick muscular legs hit Darry's ass, making the round pieces of meat grow hot and red. Darry wiggles his hips as the Creeper takes over the fucking; Darry no longer is holding himself up having fallen into the Creeper's arms as he lost his strength. 

Darry's body is bouncing on top of the Creeper now, almost-limp it takes no strength for them to use his body; not that Darry minds. The Creeper listens to Darry's little short moans and keeps his dick sliding in and out of his hole greedily. Darry cries noisily, the drag and pull of the dick in his ass his stomach pace increases. Though that doesn't mean Darry doesn't feel it in his ass –he feels it all in his ass, his exploited hole was used to its fullest ability, one could say. As the Creeper pulls out, Darry's rim widens against their cock and stretches as they slowly pull out before thrusting back into him. The largeness of the Creeper's cock is notable, the way it forces Darry's cheeks apart as they plunge deeply into Darry. The friction of their fucking leaves the slit of his ass a bright red and his hole even redder. Darry groans at the feeling of the Creeper's dick sliding against the sensitive skin of his asshole, actively clenching around their enlarged cock. 

The Creeper grunts as Darry's abused hole flutters around their cock, it leaks steadily into Darry; the thrust makes his hole is squelching as the blood and pre-cum suctions around their cock. It's a filthy noise, the wet slapping noises are proof that the Creeper's anything but delicate. Darry whines as the Creeper's hands squeeze his sides, fondling his naked body. Darry shivers as their large hands rest on his hips, he lets out a garbled plea as those same hands maneuver his hips. The Creeper uses him like a toy, using their hold on Darry's hips as a way to push him onto their cock harshly. Any skin they've touched has been left bruised by their roughness, Darry's hips bloom with new colors when the Creeper moves their hands away. The purple hued hips are forgotten as the Creeper's hands go to squeeze Darry's ass, taking each side easily into a palm. The Creeper groans make Darry's ears vibrate, it kind of makes him feel light headed. 

" Fuck- shi–, " Darry hisses out. He twists on top of the Creeper as they spread his ass, their claws barely digging their tips into his skin. Darry hiccups as they let out a more than pleased moan. The Creeper bucks into Darry, the advantage of spreading his ass giving him a little more room –Darry screams, his begs are broken and unintelligible murmurs as the feeling of being filled overcomes him. Darry doesn't realize he's fucking himself on their cock, blindly moving up and down despite the consequences of doing so. The Creeper roars loudly and Darry's ears are bleeding again. He's too focused on the fullness in his ass to even care, Darry's bouncing makes his moans short, sensual little pants. 

Darry somehow pulls himself up, sitting yet his hands still rest on the Creeper. His fingers scratch and dig into the Creeper's chest though they're too distracted by Darry riding their cock to notice. Darry's face contorts as the new position leaves him feeling extremely full, his movements stutter and he rests his weight on his hands. Darry lifts his ass, feeling how long the cock in his ass is before dropping back down onto it. Darry rides the Creeper's cock, deliberately railing himself on the fat cock. He uses their chest as leverage to push himself to take their cock deeper– "ahm ah mhm mh" –Darry long moans fill the air around them. His hips shift quickly, slipping off the wet cock just enough before slamming back onto it. Darry's own cock hits his stomach and he'd jack himself off, but his hands are the only thing holding him up. 

Darry cries as his swollen prick is untouched, it makes him buck into the air aimlessly in hopes of friction. Just as he does that, the sudden jerk pulls the cock completely out of his spent hole; and fuck, if it didn't feel horrible. It feels as though Darry is inside out, the feeling of bodily fluids spilling out of his seizing hole doesn't help. The Creeper lets out a deep screech, their cock angry at the loss of Darry's squishy, warm and wet hole. Their cock slides between Darry's legs, finding a place next to Darry's own cock. Their pricks rub up against one another, Darry almost collapses from the touch. He's more than grateful for it, but Darry rather'd have the Creeper's huge cock inside him. 

Blindly acting, Darry grabs their shaft and wraps unsteady hands around the Creeper's cock. Darry freezes from the size, he can't wrap his hands around it at all yet it doesn't stop him. The Creeper's eyes are fixed on Darry, looking how he weakly raises his hips and slides their cock between his thighs and behind him. They growl as Darry slips their head between his warm cheeks and presses their swollen head at his entrance. Darry sobs as the monster dick breaches his bloodied hole, pushing it inside himself swiftly. Darry drops onto the Creeper's lap, buried to the hilt he squeezes around the slimy cock. He resumes fucking himself, riding the Creeper's cock as if he were going to die if didn't. 

(That was still a possibility, though it seemed quite far as the Creeper was just as incapacitated as Darry and only had fucking on their mind.)

A whine builds up in the back of Darry's throat as he grows increasingly aware of his cocks desperation. He moves without thinking and follows the line of the Creeper's body to search for their hands. Once he does, Darry leads them to his messy dick and struggles to not cum when they stroke him. The Creeper jerks him off as he rolls his hips on their huge cock. Darry's moans build in tandem with his bounces, his little uh uh uh 's coming out at the same time the Creeper's full prick hits his insides. Darry squirms on their cock, his legs would be kicking out if it wasn't for the position he's in. Instead they opt for squeezing around the Creeper's waist and twitching. Darry's thighs are sore, every inch of him is worn out, especially his asshole. Darry grinds down despite the pain, taking in the thick cock with no hesitation even if every thrust he gets makes him want to die. Their hands move quickly on Darry's cock, rubbing up and down his wet dick. Darry holds his breath, he freezes, consequently pressing the Creeper's wide cockhead on his prostate. Darry bucks into their hand–" fuck! Mmh" –he whines high, a loud moan from the back of his throat builds as he orgasms. 

Darry's cum is all over their chest and his own thighs, he feels himself releasing onto their chest. It's helpless and uncoordinated, Darry spurts off an embarrassing amount of cum into their hand. He's tempted to rub his legs against one another in mindless bliss, but he can't. Darry's still seated, deeply on the Creeper. Their cock buried even deeper in Darry, reaching up to his ribs and making space there for themselves. He doesn't mind it. Darry squeezes around the slimy cock inside him, his hole flutters around their shaft and practically sucks it in. Darry wishes he could feel the Creeper's cum running down his thighs, but they've yet to orgasm; Darry's had his fair share of orgasms already. It makes him grow insecure upset, were they growing weary of him? Did he no longer satisfy the Creeper? Did this mean he was going to die?

Darry sniffles. 

He tries to hide the fact, yet Darry is not the best at hiding his emotions from the Creeper. His growing fear of not being enough for them oozes out of Darry, coating him like thick syrup. Except, it isn't a sweet scent; it's pungent and horribly noticeable, lacking discretion. Which is why when Darry squirms and his frame start trembling, the Creeper takes a deep breath. Sighing, they release a low howl-like noise, it's unexpected. It makes Darry overcome his anxieties, causing him to hiccup, to sob. Darry flinches harshly when the Creeper's hands feel him, trailing up his sides before lowering down his ass. He subsequently shifts his hips and takes them into his hole deeper, Darry cries,"don't leave."

Darry's breathing becomes irregular as the Creeper moves, it makes the young boy cry out, fearful that they are going to pull out. They don't and they aren't, they do the opposite in fact. Darry almost stops breathing when the Creeper roughly pushes his legs further apart as it's his turn to lay on his back. Now, Darry's splayed beneath the Creeper with his legs by his head and his ass wide open. Their essential balls deep into Darry, seeing how Darry's once pink little hole is stretched. The squishy wetness brings out a deep cry from the Creeper. Their cock slides in and out of Darry, the way Darry feels his asshole tense as their huge prick widens and opens leaves him feeling extremely full. Darry wishes though he could feel them release inside him, and leak down his legs, thick and hot. Darry weakling reaches for something to hold as the Creeper fucks into him, except his hands are far too weak to even grip onto anything. Resulting, in his thrashing under the Creeper as he gets fucked into oblivion. 

" Uh uh uh, " Darry whines as he's used by them, cock hitting his prostate actively, sending him over the edge. He's overstimulated and doesn't know how much longer he can hold, luckily for him the familiar filling feeling of cum his dripping from his hole. Darry could almost cry (spoiler alert, he does, and it's grossly adorable, whining with his mouth opened and his nose wet from tears and snot.) The Creeper grunts as they climax, feeling their cock widen as they release into Darry, deeply into him. Darry is limp yet he manages to cant his hips up and actively squeeze around their cock.

Darry can feel out wet and warm his hole has become, and most of all, Darry can feel the Creeper's monster cock get stuck in his significantly smaller hole. He wonders how their dick managed to fit in the first place, it seems that the Creeper's dick isn't going to flag anytime soon. Staying practically hard and continuously leaking into Darry's stretched hole, Darry doesn't mind. In fact, he quite likes the idea of keeping the Creeper's fat cockhead pressed up against his prostate keeping him in a state of total bliss. Darry's completely fucked out of his mind, murmuring incoherently as the Creeper keeps filling him. Darry can only accept it, lying beneath them with spread legs and his mouth wide open. They look down at the mixture of their slimy cum and blood following down the plumpness of Darry's ass, pooling all at the base of his hole. It's collected all around Darry's swollen rim, coating the puffy skin and keeping his entrance wet. 

Darry wants to feel them on his skin, closely. He whines unabashedly,"close– closer ." 

When they hold his hips and pull Darry closer, easily lifting Darry's fatigued body to theirs; the action gets Darry's hips open and pushing down onto their cock, he's keening to be in their grasp. Darry's slowly leaving is fucked-out state of mind,"this isn't-"

He utters to himself in a defeated tone as they sit him in their lap, the Creeper's head brushes past his prostate. Darry's emotions conflict as he recovers from what happened and is flooded with anxiety, he sniffles. Darry can feel himself begin to squirm, to thrash in the Creeper's arms, but they still him. The hand curling around his throat makes his stomach drop and he grows spacey.

I still own you .

Darry's lips form a grin and he giggles, it makes his used hole clench on their cock;" god," Darry muttered. They slowly slide their cock in and out of Darry.

Day 24

  Darry wakes up with a chill, sweats beads roll down his temple as a growl fills his ears.