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Control of the Cockhuggers

for Txeptirea

by Draconicon

Fenrir wobbled his way out of the locker room with his face red and his pants tented, but he didn't dare stop to cover himself or calm down. He had to get out of there, and he had to do it before he lost control of himself again. He could already feel his balls drawing up for another load, begging to be released again, but he wouldn't listen. Not again, not after what the...the things had just done.

Several of the girls were coming out to ask what in the world was going on, but he shoved his way past them, shaking his head as he just ran. Through the halls, down the main courtyard, all the way to one of the most isolated places in school. The boiler room.

The wolf ran to the janitor's equipment closet, rooting through it even as his cock begged for him to grab hold of it again. He even went so far as to ram his crotch against the side of the door, making his shaft go down out of pure discomfort, but he knew it wasn't going to last for long. He needed to do something to make sure that he didn't go squirting all over the place or giving in to temptation.

But first...first he had to deal with the infestation back in the locker room. Panting, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the police.

"911, what is your emergency?"

"Hello, this-this is Fenrir. I'm a student at Frost Creek High School. There's...there's something wrong here."

"What is the nature of the problem, sir?"

"My...my entire class, they're...they're all infected."

"Infected with what?"

"With an alien!"

There was a pause at the other end of the line.

"Sir, are you currently taking any medications?"

"I'm not crazy!"

"I'm afraid that we don't deal with aliens, sir."

"But -"

"Try calling the FBI next time, sir. Goodbye."

The click on the other end was as disheartening as he could have imagined, and he stared down at the phone in utter shock. The wolf had hoped that they'd be able to help him, that they'd want to help in a case like this. How could they not believe him? He thought these alien things happened all the time!

But without some help, it meant that he was going to be alone here until the next day. The busses were already gone, and he didn't trust himself outside the school. He was going -

"Mmm..."

He blushed, realizing that he'd already reached down and grabbed his cock. Slapping his hand away, he took the measure he should have taken to start with. Taking the zip-tie that he'd gotten out of the janitor's closet, he pulled his arms behind his back and managed to tie them together. He hooked one end of the tie to a little pin sticking out of the wall and pulled it as tight as he could, making sure that he couldn't drag his wrists free.

That done, he sat down, taking a few deep breaths as his cock throbbed in his pants. Though he'd managed to cum hard enough to fulfill a three day 'quota' for anyone else back in the locker room, his balls felt fuller than ever, though not entirely with cum. Whatever that alien had injected him with that night, that night he'd passed off as a dream, it had done something to him.

But as long as he didn't let it out of his balls again, everything would be alright. All he had to do was not jerk off, and he wouldn't be cumming.

Of course, that was easier said than done. The wolf could already feel his balls churning, begging to be released. He'd read a few stories of guys in chastity, and he wondered if this was how they felt, needing to cum so bad that they would jump just about anything around them. If that was the case, he didn't know how they managed to deal with it.

He shuffled from side to side, feeling his cock continue to ooze pre into his pants. It wasn't the same as when he was spurting earlier, but it still felt...thicker, for lack of a better word, as it spilled out. His gym shorts were utterly soaked, almost see through at this point, and he felt the slick, musky stuff dripping from his clothes onto the floor beneath him, forming a puddle for him to sit in.

It was altogether miserable, in the most lustful of ways. Several times, he caught himself sliding along, thrusting forward against his pants until he stopped himself, and the wolf frequently bit his lip or his tongue, trying to use a little bit of pain to make his cock go down. It worked for the first half hour, but soon it wasn't enough. If anything, his cock seemed to throb all the harder in defiance of his attempts to control it.

Around six PM, he was laying flat on the ground, staring at the wall with the biggest glare he'd ever had. It was meant for his cock, but he didn't dare roll over and look at it. Just thinking about it made it hard to keep his cum inside, and at this point, he didn't know just how infectious it was. It might even be able to become airborne if it evaporated; he didn't know enough about it to assume anything.

It didn't help that he was humping the ground, too, making the puddle around him bigger with each passing second. His shirt as well as his shorts were soaked, and he groaned as he tried to think of something that wasn't sexually related.

It was pretty much impossible. Even the things that he'd never imagined could be turned sexual - from bugs to his best friend's grandfather - turned utterly hot when he needed to cum that bad. His cock throbbed constantly, and he swore that he could feel things moving inside of him, swimming inside of his balls and trying to crawl up his shaft. It was impossible to not be stimulated when that kept happening.

I'm going to lose my mind...I swear, this is crazy. I have to be crazy.

We are not.

The new thought in his mind startled him badly enough that he actually stopped thinking about sex, even if it was only for a moment. Of course, that also changed when he felt his feet press against each other, particularly as he hadn't told his body to do that.

"What the -"

We must be released...we must be released...

"What are you?"

Must be released...must be released!

The wolf yelped as his legs were suddenly pulled up from under him, and he was pushed onto his feet again. Before he could stop them, his legs were walking him right out of the boiler room, up the stairs, and then pressing his back against the door to open it.

He was a helpless passenger as they walked down the hallway, his legs not obeying him. His cock was so hard and so slick that it finally put enough weight on his shorts for them to fall, the pre-cum soaked gym clothes kicked off on the stairs as he was walked further and further up. The wolf blushed, looking rapidly one direction and then the other, both hoping and dreading that someone would see him on the way up the stairs.

But there was nothing. All that happened was that his body walked all on its own, somehow controlled - he felt - from his cock.

It was a jerky sort of control, and several times he almost fell down the stairs again, but the creatures inside of his cock continued to carry him along as he made his way up the stairs. They kept marching, ignoring his attempts to stop, until they were almost on the roof. The zip-tie on his hands worked against him as they again backed against the door, forcing it open with his body, and taking them outside.

The sun was just setting as they walked him over to the water catcher on top of the school. Fenrir had seen it a few times, though he wondered why the school bothered with it. It seemed unhygienic...particularly now as he was guessing what the things in his balls wanted it for.

They marched him up to the rim of it, up on a series of steps where people usually knelt down to take the water measurements. That was not what it would be used for now, he felt as he was made to kneel at the edge of the water.

At least the drippings from his pre didn't seem to be infected. Thicker, yes, but not infected. He didn't feel any bulges sliding up, nor see anything dripping out. He leaned back, feeling a bit less worried. There was nothing for it to hump against, no hands to rub it; he would be safe, even if embarrassed, until morning came around.

Then...he felt them move.

Fenrir gasped as his balls seemed to literally rise and fall, the stuff inside them moving without any assistance from him. He shuddered, his hips twitching as he thrust against the air, feeling his orgasm coming without any assistance from him. It was rising so fast, begging for relief already, and he hadn't even touched himself for hours.

"How..."

Must be released...must be released!

His hips thrust forward one more time before he felt the first swell of orgasm. Maybe it was because he'd waited so long, or maybe the creatures had developed further, but he could see bulges traveling along his cock as he came. Each shot of 'cum' was more than five seconds apart, and he could see a growth traveling down his cock before it exploded out of his tip, a green goo shooting out before landing inside of the water catcher.

The wolf was helpless as he kept humping the air, his arms tied behind his back as the creatures inside him forced him to cum again and again and again, making more 'deposits' in the water for later. Fenrir groaned, imagining them either going down the tubes to the water fountains or somehow turning into eggs inside of the watery environments, only to snare a swimmer or staff member at a later date.

The idea seemed to hit his balls, because he suddenly stopped thrusting. He was pushed back to his feet - almost falling into the water catcher - as the alien parasites turned him around and started walking him back into the school.

Pool...eggs...must form...

"Oh god...how many of you are there?"

As much as there needs to be...we grow...and multiply...

And from the weight settling into his balls again, he swore that they had already replaced what they'd ejected. He feared how much they would grow in the future...or even if he'd be able to keep his head together as they hit him with orgasm after orgasm.

He was their prisoner...their helper...and they were going to make him like it.

The End