Incubus Dreams

[JJStaxx]

Author's Notes:

This is a multi-chapter short story/novelette. I owe orangebean (give him a high-five) a debt of gratitude. He’s been super encouraging for me to get this stuff out there. DUDE! This one is for you.

Incubus Dreams is my first predominantly gay (male) story. For me, creating a story and writing the fetishy stuff is the most fun. I’ve written a variety of lesbian and hetero erotica. My main gig is erotic horror, and hopefully, I'm about to sign a publishing contract. WOOHOO!

I threw in an animation just for fun. I’m not 100% happy with it, but it took more than 24 hours to render. I’m not sure it was worth the effort. You tell me.

I started messing around with Daz3D about a year ago. Initially, it was to get my body horror and expansion fetish descriptions right. What would it be like to have an 18” cock or a 58” bust? I gotta confess, I was surprised at how “debilitating” extra large body parts would be. Posing a woman with basketball sized boobs is surprisingly tricky, and a yard-long erection would make maneuvering a tad tricky.

I’ll confess upfront that this story is not in chronological order (I know this drives some people batty). This first chapter occurs more toward the end of the story, and the bulk of the story entails the events leading up to this point. Don’t worry. They’re pretty damn smutty. And Aahz (Oz) is a fun character. I hope you’ll like him. And Jade… Yeah, we won’t talk about Jade <insert sweat>.

If you’re reading this and enjoying it or downloading the pictures, please post a reply or give a like. Honestly, silence is a tad disheartening. You’ll notice that many of us writers almost beg for feedback. That should tell you something. We write because we love to write. We post because we hope others will love what we create. You’re getting free smut. Is it really all that difficult to post a one-sentence reply?

Anyway, enough of this and on with the show.

Welcome to Incubus Dreams (It will take me about 30 minutes to get the first chapter posted).

 

[JJStaxx]

Trapped in the men’s room at Chadwick’s Games, Grub, and Sports, Blake grimaced as he watched fat globs of jizz ooze down the stall door. His lips moved silently as the levering pressure of a forearm-sized erection throbbing and bobbing in front of him swayed his hips backward and forward. He’d been stuck in here for nearly half an hour, and in the last twenty minutes, he’d cumed twice, even though he’d barely even touched the damn thing.

Despite all that, he was still so goddamn horny that his teeth hurt. Please go down… Please, just soften a little. His jaw stiffened as he fought to control his hands and arms. After the last surge of growth, his cock had become so sensitive that he was pretty sure if he started stroking the turgid pillar of flesh again, he wouldn’t be able to stop. Oh, please… please… please. He sooo needed to jerk off… just one more time.

The din from the arcade swelled briefly as the outer door to the bathroom opened and then closed with a thump. “Blake… You in here?”

“Oh, shit…” Blake squeaked and tried to still his breathing. He recognized the voice. It was Tory. The guy from his office he’d been totally obsessed with for the last six months. He couldn’t let Tory see him like this. How would he explain his freakishly huge junk?

“Blake?”

Blake silently sobbed. His dick was stupidly huge, probably too large for sex, oral, anal, or otherwise. Why had he messed around in that Witch’s room? Why had he had sex with Oz… Why had he had sooo much sex with Oz?

Oh god... Oz. The visage of the pale, beautiful man flashed in his mind's eyes as his pulse shot into the stratosphere. Pre-cum oozed from his slit and tricked down his shaft.

Shit, what’s happening to me? What the hell am I going to do?

The Witch… He needed to get a hold of her. He’d confess that he’d followed her and had been messing around in her room after she’d left. He’d tell her all about Oz and all the midnight sex… He’d tell her everything. Maybe she’d take pity on him and fix this.

His cock lurched. Heat flowed down the bloated shaft. The flesh began expanding again. His cock swelled, growing fatter for a moment before surging upward, adding another three inches to his already enormous cock.

Oh fuck! The insistent pulsing was even worse now, his dick screaming for attention. He squeezed his eyes shut and balled his hands into fists fighting for control.

There was a gentle rap at the stall door. “Blake… Are you okay?”

 

[JJStaxx]

Incubus Dreams
Chapter 2
​

The Witch, Jade, was her name. This all started when she’d shown up at the apartment for dinner with Paul, his housemate. Paul was straight and a bit of a geek, but a seriously good guy. In fact, Blake had never had a housemate who’d been as compatible. In the ten months they’d lived together, they’d never gotten truly pissed off at each other, even once. And a real friendship had developed.

At first glance, Blake hadn’t thought much of Jade. She seemed to be pretty much into Paul and was tall and reasonably attractive. Though, she was sort of academic looking and a bit too librarianish to be anything that might be considered hot. Actually, she was pretty much a perfect fit for his housemate, and Blake figured that he was going to need to talk with Paul about her. No doubt, the big dummy was utterly blind to her interest. But the two of them had been sitting in the living area chatting when he had gotten home from the gym. They’d invited him to join them for a drink, and he’d said yes.

Everything seemed normal, if not a bit boring, until about twenty minutes into their conversation. Taking off her glasses, Jade looked him straight in the eyes. He’d near dropped his drink. Her eyes were inhumanly pale, nearly glowing. They didn’t twitch and they didn’t blink. Staring into the eyes of a predator, Blake was nothing more than a butterfly pinned to a mounting board. The monkey part of his brain began screaming. He froze.

Then the terror evaporated, and he’d managed to sit with the two of them for another few minutes before excusing himself. He hurried off to his bedroom, turned on all his lights, and locked the door.

Getting her out of his head was impossible. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw those eyes. And he sure as fuck wasn’t attracted to her, but there was this eerie magnetism, like the urge to stick your hand in a blazing fire. You knew it would maim you, but there was still this draw. She was fire, dangerous, powerful, and seductive.

The next morning Blake asked about her while he and Paul were getting ready for work. Paul had said she had a doctorate in Egyptology and was a Kemetic Witch.

That hadn’t meant much to Blake. There were a bazillion women out there calling themselves Witches. They, for the most part, were harmless, weird but harmless. Damn, this one, however… this one was different. And those ghost grey eyes still made him shiver.

He needed to figure out a way to see her again. He needed to talk to her.

 

[orangebean]

Thanks for this! Looking forward to reading more!

 

[JJStaxx]

Incubus Dreams
Chapter 3
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It was Tuesday, more than a week later. Blake sat out in the plaza, the sun warming his shoulders and back as he sat on a low planter eating an Italian sub on whole wheat. A few pigeons strut back and forth at his feet, searching for crumbs that might have fallen.

He looked up. His breath caught. It was her… No, it wasn’t…. She didn’t look anything like he remembered, but he could feel her. The air crackled with energy, and a wave of dark foreboding flowed in her wake.

She had changed. At the apartment, she seemed almost plain. Now, she was… unbelievable. Dressed like some kind of Hollywood A-lister or top-rated influencer, she could have stopped traffic with a body that could only have been achieved by half a lifetime in the gym and a bus-load of plastic surgeons. In fact, her figure was so exaggerated that she nearly looked like an over-sexualized caricature of a woman. He squeezed his eyes shut and looked again. Holy shit… What the hell is she doing with a big geek like Paul?

But, and this was seriously weird… no one else seemed to notice her. There should have been guys… and probably some women, throwing themselves at her, but not a single person had even turned to look at her. It was like she was invisible.

He stared, watching her go. He still needed to talk to her. He had to. He wasn’t sure why or what he’d even say, but he needed to.

He stood, chucked his sandwich in a bin, and started after her. And yeah, it was stupid and creepy, but he couldn’t help himself. He followed, hanging back just a bit and trying to avoid being noticed.

She walked surprisingly fast, and Blake had to stretch his legs to keep up. She headed across the street to the university. Cutting through campus, she entered Old Main through a seldom-used side door. The building was of weather softened stone and white gothic revival trim. No longer deemed acceptable for classes, it had been retired to a crumbling death of overflow staff offices and storage.

Blake stopped, thinking, as he stared at the door with its cracked and peeling paint. He stiffened his jaw, took a quick look around, and hurried in after her.

She trotted down two flights of stairs and vanished into seemingly endless shelves of moldering books and crumbling yellowed records.

In the dank dusky light, Blake nearly tripped over an electrical cable that snaked across the floor. He paused, looking around, and shuddered. “So not good.”

An unseen metallic door screeched opened on rusty hinges and then slammed shut with a bang. Maybe I’ll wait outside… Closing his eyes, he swallowed hard before taking a deep breath. Moldy air, as thick as dirt, clogged his lungs, and he coughed until his eyes watered. Or, maybe he could go just a little further before giving up.

There was only one door she could have gone through, an ancient fire door.

Blake ignored the spiders skittering up and down his spine and opened it. Cobwebs draped like gauze from overhead pipes, and bare yellowed bulbs lit the grey stone of an under-campus steam tunnel.

The echoing clack of Jade’s boots on cold stone receded into the distance. He pushed on. If it hadn’t been for her footfalls, he would have surely lost her in the twists and turns. But at each intersection, he paused and listened, following her on sound alone. Up ahead, he heard voices and then Jade’s haunting laugh. He slowed, moving along the shadows of a wall. At an iron gating, he stopped. The tunnel opened up into some kind of gothic chamber. Standing back from the entrance, he could hear her. She was speaking with a man.

Blake shivered, I fucking hate this, and he rubbed his hands along his arms. He edged forward, unable to stop himself. He needed to talk to her.

She came into view, and Blake’s eyes widened. It was Jade, but she was now naked, standing in the middle of a stone gazebo-like structure and talking to a man. He took a breath and held it. Gotta do this thing…Blake slipped forward into the room, hiding behind a pillar. He wiped the icy sweat from his eyes, quieted his breathing, and then peeked out.

While Jade had a body like a porn star, the man she talked to was a work of art. Blake’s cock stiffened with just a single glance. Naked, he had a dancer’s body, beautifully muscled and sheathed in flawless milky skin. Icy locks of silken hair flowed over broad shoulders, and he had the blue eyes of a frigid, clear morning. Oh fuck me, Blake half groaned and slipped a sweaty hand into his pants to readjust his package. This guy made Tory, from work, look like a sack of two-month-old broccoli.

The man turned slightly, and Blake’s jaw dropped, nearly hitting his chest. “Oh... fuck…fuck…fuck,” came out as an inaudible gasp. Not only was the guy freaking gorgeous, but he was also hung like a horse. Even if he were a shower and not a grower, he was packing a breathtaking amount of cock. Blake’s already rock-hard erection surged, feeling like it would burst the zipper of his chinos. Without thinking, he kicked off his shoes and slid down his pants and underwear, stepping out of them to free his throbbing cock. He stared, lost in the lust that hammered through his chest.

The man stepped closer to Jade, cupping a mammoth breast in one hand and squeezing. The soft flesh swelled upward. “Ooh, I like these. They make you look like a filthy slut.”

Jade laughed as she reached down and started toying with the man’s cock, which swelled instantly. “I can see you still know how to talk to a lady.”

“Innit true, luv.” He grabbed Jade’s breasts and began kneading them, toying with her distended nipples.

Blake gasped. That cock was at least a foot in length with a head the size of a pool ball. Soda straw thick veins bulging under the taunt smooth skin feeding the behemoth erection that Jade continued to stroke.

Precum oozed from Blake’s cock, as he gawked at a fantasy incarnate. He did his best to ignore Jade, pretending he was her as he stroked his own throbbing erection. The fact that his dream was straight was a total waste, and Blake cursed his fate.

Jade stroked faster, and the man tipped his head back, groaning as he continued mauling her breasts.

Utterly lost in fantasy, Blake was oblivious that Jade’s mood didn’t match the situation. She was smirking maliciously and continued mechanically working the man's penis. Suddenly, she stepped back. Pushing away the man’s hands, she gripped his cock, levering it down slightly, then pressed a small jar under his cock head. She stroked him a few more times before giving his dick a little shake. “Ooo, that was a lot,” she tittered. Pulled the jar away, she released the man’s turgid tool. It sprung up, slapping against his stomach. She capped the jar and grinned.

The man laughed a bitter sneer. “You really are an insufferable little cunt. Now finish the bloody job, luv.”

“Oh, I’ve finished the job. I have everything I wanted from you… for the time being.” She winked as she turned. “I’m sure you can finish the job yourself. Toodle-oo.” She started to head back towards the passage she came from.

Blake froze. Holding his breath, he pressed his body against the pillar and squeezed his eyes shut. Oh please… please… please don’t see me.

“By Lucifer’s balls, you’re a miserable, fecken tease, you are.”

She turned and glanced over her shoulder, making kissy lips as she walked passed Blake, looking to the opposite side. “Tell me something we both don’t know,” she laughed.

Blake breathed a heavy sigh as Jade vanished down the dark tunnel. He stood stalk still, sweat dribbling down his face. “She didn’t see me, thank god.”

A silken baritone called out. “Oi mate. Stop thanking that useless twat, and come on out. I’m gonna need your help, luv. Cos this thing isn’t going away all by itself.”

 

[JJStaxx]

Incubus Dreams
Chapter 4​

Shit, how could he have seen me? Blake stopped breathing. His rock-hard erection softened, and his mouth felt like he’d chewed up a dozen sticks of sidewalk chalk.

The chuckle was low, “Oi, luv. I can smell all that luscious lust. And I promise you, I do bite… But only in the very best of ways.”

Blake could almost hear the wink, and he bent to pick up his underwear.

“Seriously, mate? You’re going to put those on again? You’ll just have to take the bloody things off in a few minutes. Now come on out, mon trésor. Let’s have a good look at you.”

Blake dropped his BVDs and stepped out from behind the pillar.

The man smiled and licked his lips. “Well now, aren’t you yummy, yummy, yummy.”

Blue eyes glittered like ice on a winter’s day and froze Blake in place. His jaw dropped, and his cock rose. “I uh…” His gaze drifted lower, focusing on the man’s magnificent erection.

The man tilted his head expectantly and seemed to follow Blake’s gaze. “If you think it looks good, imagine how it tastes?” White teeth flashed. “Now get that taunt little ass of yours over here.”

“I uh…” His voice trailed to mumbles.

“Yes, I believe you’ve said that already.”

“I uh… uh… Aren’t… I mean, don’t… I mean, aren’t….” Blake tried to lick his lips. “But what about Jade?”

Harsh laughter echoed through the room. “By the fur of Lilitu’s twat, do you really want to talk about her when we could put our mouths to so many better uses?” He lowered his chin and gave his shoulder a little shimmy. “Now come along, and take the rest of those ridiculous clothes off.”

Blake’s fingers began mechanically undoing the buttons of his shirt. He shucked it off, casting it aside, along with his socks. A part of him knew he should be freezing down here, but his skin glistened with sweat.

The smile broadened, and the man’s cock bucked, nearly smacking against his stomach. He laughed again, stepping down from the dais, “See? I am just a quiver with anticipation.”

Blake flushed and glanced towards the floor before shuffling his feet forward and standing before this man who had no right to be so fucking beautiful. He couldn’t meet his eyes and ended up looking away.

Arms encircled him, pulling him closer, and large, powerful hands cupped his ass and squeezed. The man nuzzled his nose beneath Blake’s jaw and inhaled deeply before separating slightly. “Pity…”

Heat rippled from the man’s body, and he carried a faint odor like burnt matches. Blake’s heart rose to his throat. “What’s wrong?”

The smirk sent a shiver down Blake’s spine as the man touched a finger to Blake’s throat and ran it down to his sternum. “Not one little thing, luv. But if you’d been a virgin… Well, let’s just say you wouldn’t be going home any time soon.”

Those words carried an ominous undercurrent and snapped Blake out of his near-trance. “What do you mean?”

Raising an eyebrow, he grinned. “Well, I would have dragged you down to hell, taken you to my little private villa, just outside the city or Eros, and made you my plaything for a thousand years. And I promise you, you would have relished every second of it.”

Blake’s eyes roamed from the man’s lips down to his smooth muscular chest, and he forced a laugh at the apparent joke. “That doesn’t sound like hell to me. That would be more like heaven.”

“Innit the truth, luv. Innit the truth.” He snaked a hand around Blake’s neck and pulled him into a hard kiss.

The kiss froze time, too hot and lasting too long. Blake was suffocating and tried to push away. The man’s teeth caught hold of his lower lips. Pain flashed, causing Blake’s cock to lurch. He pulled back as blood oozed from his lip. “That kinda hurt.”

“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”

Blake chuckled, as something snapped in his brain. Suddenly he found himself reaching out and latching a hand around the pale man’s neck. He yanked him forward, pulling him back into the kiss. The tang of blood inflamed their tongues, lips, and teeth. Lust surged, and a wave of dark desire flooded through Blake. He growled and then hissed in the man’s ear. “Suck my cock.”

The laugh was deep and resonant. “I thought you’d never ask.” He took Blake by the shoulders and pressed him back half a step as he sank to the floor. Looking up into Blake’s face, he gripped the root of his cock, grinning. “Your wish is my command.”

 

[JJStaxx]

I can't believe it...

Taunt is not taut.

I'm an idiot.

 

[orangebean]

Thanks for the new chapters! Enjoying the illustrations!