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Geralt whimpered as the tentacles wrapped around his body and slithered up his thighs, prodding curiously at his opening. An ovipod was his favourite monster to deal with, although it was very little known outside of witcher circles and incredibly rare to come across. Unless one went searching for it.

The tentacles held him suspended helplessly in the air as he trembled with anticipation. Two of the slippery limbs spread open his cheeks and the ovipod inspected him promptly. If he was found lacking as a breeder, he would be pushed under the lake water and drowned, but if he was approved of he would get exactly what he wanted.

Geralt had dealt with this kind of monster several times before. He hadn’t been drowned yet.

The ovipod squirted preparation slick inside him. Geralt moaned at the two tentacles that squirmed their way inside him and started to pump in and out. The ovipod cared nothing for Geralt’s pleasure, seeing him as only a hole for breeding, which only made the witcher more aroused. The ovipod’s tentacles were large enough to rub against his prostate with every thrust as it stretched him out.

The ovipod wrapped its tentacles around his ankles and jerked his legs wide apart. He yelped at the sudden burn of his new uncomfortably stretched position. One thick tentacle wrapped around Geralt’s torso, pinning his arms to his side and another circled around his wrists, which left his hands flexing uselessly behind his back. His swords lay on the grassy floor next to the lake, where he had left them, out of his own reach. Geralt’s cock pressed on his stomach, entirely neglected, hard and desperate for any sort of friction. He wanted desperately to take himself in hand, but as he shifted his arms, the ovipod clamped down even more firmly and a third tentacle was shoved viciously inside him as punishment for the perceived attempt at escape. Geralt screamed at the sudden intrusion and the ovipod slid a tentacle into his open mouth to silence him.

Once Geralt was deemed stretched open enough to be bred, the several tentacles inside him retreated and were replaced with one much larger one. Geralt’s eyes rolled back in his head as the ovipod thrust further inside him than he thought possible. He felt the tentacle as it started to throb and pulse. Geralt whimpered as the lump inside the tentacle pushed its way up past his rim and into his hole. He gave a muffled wail around the tentacle in his mouth as the lump pressed against his prostate and he came for the first time. A single, large egg was deposited deep inside him.

The ovipod chose that moment to shove the tentacle in his mouth further down his throat, causing him to gag around it. Drool dripped down his chin as he attempted to open his mouth wider.

“Geralt!” The tentacle suddenly dropped from his mouth and into the water as Jaskier stood in front of him, brandishing Geralt’s silver sword.

“Jaskier-” Geralt gasped, his face red, and began to struggle for real. The ovipod only gripped him tighter and forced three extra tentacles inside him, alongside the thick one. He gurgled at how full he felt. “You’re not- s’posed to- be here.”

“I can’t believe you let this thing catch you without your sword!” Jaskier scolded. “It’s going to be alright, darling, just tell me where to strike and we’ll get you out of this!”

“N-no! You- hngh- ca-an’t!” Fuck, he could feel the thick tentacle begin to throb again and he knew another egg would be laid inside him soon enough. “I-if you- ah- cut it- grows back- m-more!”

Jaskier looked panicked. “Then what do I do?”

“Th-this species- dies- a-after- hgn- breeding!”

Jaskier’s mouth and sword dropped. “Is it breeding you, Geralt?”

“Y-yes!” Geralt gasped out, mortified.

“Geralt?” Jaskier asked hesitantly. “Is it… are you enjoying this?”

Geralt was unable to stop himself from moaning loudly as the ovipod began to thrust into him again and the thick tentacle pumped out a second, large egg which joined the first where it was planted deep inside him. He squirmed at the feeling, the eggs pushing against one another. He took a few deep breaths and looked up at Jaskier again, who was staring, red-faced, at where the tentacles slipped between Geralt’s trembling thighs.

"I-It’s necessary.” Geralt defended himself weakly. “The e-easiest way to k-kill them is to let them kill th-themselves. D-destroy the eggs afterwards.”

“Eggs?” Jaskier squeaked out, eyes wide. “There’s eggs?”

“Hm.” Geralt confirmed, highly aware of the evidence inside him. “Leave! It’s s-still dangerous.”

“I’m not leaving you like this!” Jaskier argued, ignoring Geralt’s obvious mortification. “I have to make sure you’re alright.”

“I’ll be fine!” Geralt snapped. “I’ve done- ahhh- this b-before.”

“Before? Geralt… did you get yourself caught on purpose?”

“E-easiest way to kill th-them, like I s-said.”

Jaskier grinned. “You are the best witcher I know, darling, you could kill any monster easily, or at least without getting caught. You did this because you like it.”

“Fine.” He snarled. “I like it! Now will you get o-out of here?”

“Absolutely not.” Jaskier sat stubbornly on the ground and placed the sword next to him. “If you really think I would leave me best friend alone in a bondage situation he can’t get out of, then you don’t know me at all.”

“I can get out if I- ahh- if I n-need to.” Geralt shivered as Jaskier’s eyes dragged slowly up from his legs to his face. Jaskier folded his arms and raised one, unimpressed eyebrow.

“Prove it then.”

“Jaskier-”

“Geralt.” Jaskier’s voice turned commanding and Geralt felt his entire body stand to attention at the sound, awaiting orders. “If you think you can get out of this by yourself, then prove it to me right now. That’s the only way I’ll even think about leaving you alone.”

He needed Jaskier to be safe, out of the way of monsters and creatures and beasts that could bring him harm. He needed Jaskier to return to their campsite and wait with Roach, far away from danger. He needed Jaskier to not witness Geralt getting fucked by one of the monsters he was sworn to kill. He needed Jaskier to not witness the aftermath, where Geralt was left tied up in the ovipod’s limbs for hours afterwards before he could stand up and expel the eggs.

Geralt told himself that this was why he immediately began to struggle against the tentacles, as Jaskier ordered. He ignored the tiny voice inside him that pointed out his obedience was called for by the commanding voice of his friend. Geralt tugged and pulled at the tentacles and struggled in earnest, doing his best to escape so Jaskier would leave and be safe, but the ovipod only held on tighter and tighter and filled him up with more and more tentacles until he was so stuffed full that he could no longer move. He could no longer fight. He whimpered as the ovipod deposited a third egg inside him. He was nothing to the creature, just a hole to be bred and nothing more. It didn’t care for his pleasure, leaving his cock completely untouched but his prostate thoroughly abused.

He hung his head, panting and trembling from his efforts.

“Geralt, look at me.” Jaskier said and Geralt’s head snapped up to obey. Jaskier stared at him with a flushed face, his pupils blown wide open. His heart was beating faster than normal and his breaths came out shallow. “Are you still alright, sweetheart?”

Geralt whined when the ovipod chose that moment to push yet another egg past his rim. “Y-yes!” He cried out as the egg forced its way through and one tentacle made its way into his open mouth. He moaned and sucked sloppily on the appendage. The ovipod clearly liked the sensation as the tentacles inside him began moving more urgently. Jaskier gave an indignant sound and swung Geralt’s sword down on the tentacle, chopping it in half. Two tentacles grew in its place but didn’t return to Geralt’s mouth. “If I’m going to be alright with you doing this, you’re mouth is going to be free so you can ask for help when you need it.”

“Uh-huh.” Geralt agreed, his eyes glazed over. He was stuffed so full, his hole stretched open and his prostate battered. He was completely trapped, unable to move and his Jaskier was here giving him orders. Jaskier reached towards him but Geralt quickly shook his head, making Jaskier drop his hand, looking disappointed. “D-don’t touch it. It’ll n-notice you’re here. Humans c-can’t- ahh- can’t survive th-this.”

Jaskier held his hands up and backed away a few steps. “Alright, I’m not touching. Are you still doing alright?”

“Y-yes!” Geralt hissed. “S-stop asking me!”

“Oh, I see.” Jaskier mused. “You like getting fucked like this because you don’t have to check in. You just want to be bred.”

“Yes!!” Geralt gasped out. “P-please!”

“But you still like it when I talk, don’t you?” Jaskier grinned as he eyed Geralt’s straining shaft. Geralt moaned his confirmation and that was enough for Jaskier. “You do this a lot, don’t you, darling? You go out and get fucked by monsters because that’s just what you like. I bet you love it when they pin you down so you can’t escape and fuck you into submission. You’re so gorgeous like this, darling, all spread out and tied up, helpless to do anything but take it. I would love to see you like this all the time, fucked open and used. Is your hole all loose and sloppy now? Don’t answer that, I know it is just from looking at you. Does it heal up eventually or have you been walking around with a gaping arsehole just ready to get bent over and fucked?”

Geralt bucked and cried out as he came.

“So, how long does this usually last?” Jaskier asked casually as if he hadn’t just talked Geralt into orgasm and left him covered in his own cum.

“H-hours.” Geralt whimpered.

“Hours? How many eggs does this thing have?”

“A-about te-en.”

“Melitele’s tits, they can’t be too big then.” Jaskier mumbled to himself.

“Th-they’re big.”

“How many are inside you right now?”

“F-four.”

“Ooh.” Jaskier cooed, looking interested. “How do you get rid of them?”

“I-I push them o-out.”

Jaskier leaned his chin on the palm of his hand. “This sight is delightful, but that sounds absolutely delicious. I can’t wait to watch.”

Geralt whined and squirmed. The tentacles slipped and thrusted inside him as yet another egg pumped inside. There were so many, too many. He couldn’t handle it. It was too much, far too much. He whined and strained to close his legs, but the tentacles slid up from his ankles and wrapped around his calves and all the way up his thighs, keeping him firmly in place.

“What’s the matter, darling? Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”

Geralt nodded, breath hitching. This is what he wanted, exactly what he wanted. He wanted to be thoroughly fucked, pounded into brutally with no thought or regard to his own well-being. He would be feeling this for weeks from now.

The ovipod stretched him out further than he thought possible as it fucked him with its multiple tentacles over and over until he was a quivering and overstimulated wreck. He cried out and did his best not to struggle, so the monster wouldn’t think its breeding hole needed to be punished.

It lasted for two hours, as Jaskier watched the entire time.

Jaskier sometimes talked to Geralt and sometimes watched with silent interest as Geralt was taken apart by the tentacles. Geralt was fucked into submission over and over and bred until it was satisfied and completely full of eggs. As more eggs were deposited inside him, one by one the tentacles were removed and wrapped around him to keep him still. Every time a tentacle shoved its way into his mouth, Jaskier would cut it off with the silver sword.

Finally, finally, the ovipod laid its last egg inside him and Geralt moaned as it stretched his hole and got caught on his rim. He was stuffed so painfully full that the egg couldn’t even fit alongside its siblings, forced to stay halfway in, holding him open. The ovipod wasn’t pleased with this. It let out a growl that startled Jaskier, who reached for the sword and held it in preparation for an attack. The ovipod moved Geralt so he was hanging completely upside down and he couldn’t stop himself from thrashing in its grip. It squirted slick over his hole and slipped the tips of its many tentacles inside him to force him open wider and wider. Geralt screamed as the ovipod used yet another tentacle to forcefully push the egg inside of him. He came for what felt like the fifth time that day, his cum splattering weakly down his chest.

Geralt whined in humiliation as the monster moved him once again. He had forgotten about the last part of the ovipod’s breeding habits. The tentacles bent him in half, with his arse sticking up in the air, presented to the ovipod. A harsh tentacle smacked down hard on his backside and Geralt wailed. It did it again. And again. And again.

“Geralt!” Jaskier swung the sword and chopped the limb off the ovipod. “What the fuck is going on?”

Two tentacles grew in place of the first and began its mission in earnest, spanking Geralt’s arse painfully as he sobbed and whimpered. “Ah-ah-ah-”

“Geralt! Look at me!” Jaskier ordered desperately and Geralt immediately obeyed. He yelped and whined but kept as much eye contact as he could. “Why is this monster spanking you?”

“Hngh- it w-wants- ahh- its b-breeding hole to be t-ahh- tight!” Geralt managed to pant out between blows. “T-tense up when h-hit!”

“And this is when we kill it? It’s finished breeding.”

Geralt shook his head frantically. “I-it dies after th-this anyway.”

“How long does it do this for?”

“Depends.” He gasped as the ovipod gave a particularly firm smack.

“On what?”

“I-if I’ve b-been a good breeding h-hole.” He whimpered.

“And have you, darling? Have you been a good little breeding hole for us?”

“N-no!” Geralt wailed as he was struck again. “B-been bad!” If the ovipod had been pleased with his performance as a breeding hole, it would have stopped spanking him by now, only doing it enough to ensure that he tensed up to keep its eggs inside him. The ovipod must have been unimpressed with Geralt’s earlier struggling against it, even though he had sunk obediently into the experience since then. He wondered if Jaskier would be pleased if he knew it was his orders that caused Geralt to be punished.

“Oh, you’ve been a naughty boy, have you?” Jaskier’s eyes gleamed with amusement as he lowered the sword. “Does our friend here think you deserve to be punished?”

“Y-yesss!” Geralt hissed.

“Your hole is so loose and sloppy that even a monster with a thousand tentacles can’t get enough friction to get off inside you? You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you, darling? That’s okay, we’ll get you all nice and tight again.”

“Ah- ah- ah-”

The two tentacles whipped him harshly and unforgivingly. Geralt felt his arse burning and stinging. The ovipod didn’t stop its relentless beating until just over an hour later, when it finally froze around him, leaving him bent in half with his arse up in the air so there would be no risk of the eggs accidentally slipping out. He waited a minute just to be sure.

“It’s dead.” Geralt called to Jaskier. “You can cut me down now.”

“Hm.” Jaskier folded his arms and tapped his chin with one finger, as if considering something. “No. No, I don’t think I will actually.”

“Jaskier-”

“Do you know how worried I was when you disappeared for hours without saying anything? When I found you looking like you were losing a fight with a monster? Your swords cast aside? Geralt, I thought you were dead!”

“I- fuck- Jaskier, I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright, darling, you can make it up to me, can’t you?”

“Anything. Jaskier, anything you want, I swear.”

“I want to watch you struggle to birth those eggs, darling.”

Geralt burned with embarrassment. “Y-yes, anything, whatever you want. You can cut me down now so I can get them out.”

“Oh, darling, I don’t think you heard me properly. I said I wanted to watch you struggle.” Jaskier sat back on the bank of the lake and smirked. “You can start any time you’d like.”

Geralt waited for Jaskier to laugh, to claim it was a joke, to cut him free. Jaskier simply watched him curiously and Geralt flushed as he realised that he was deadly serious. He tensed and pushed the first egg out easily, not lodged in as far as the others. The rest would be harder to get out. It was with a much greater effort that Geralt managed to push the second one out. Then the third. The fourth. The fifth.

By the time he started on the sixth egg, Geralt was panting and sweating at the strain of the process. He was weakened after the thorough fucking and spanking from the ovipod. His muscles quivered in exhaustion as he overexerted himself to please Jaskier. He strained to push out the large egg and whimpered in disappointment as it slipped back inside him.

Jaskier hushed him. “It’s alright, darling, you’re doing so wonderfully for me. You’re so delightful like this, but you’re done with your punishment now, alright? I can cut you down if you’d like.”

“No!” Geralt protested quickly. “I can do it!”

“You can but you don’t have to.”

“I want to! I want to!”

“If you’re sure, darling, just tell me if you change your mind.”

“Uh-huh.” Geralt whimpered and started trying to push the eggs out again. It took a few more times before the sixth egg landed in the lake with a small splash. He struggled and writhed as he did his best to push out the rest of them.

“I-I can’t-” He gasped as the last couple of eggs remained lodged inside him no matter how much he tensed and strained and struggled to push them out. “Th-they’re stuck- please-”

“It’s okay, darling.” Jaskier reached up and pulled on the tentacles until Geralt was turned the right way up. Geralt pushed the eggs out of him with little effort, dropping them into the lake below him.

Geralt, panting, sore and overwrought, still bent in half with his legs spread open, peered up at Jaskier. His friend grinned and stroked his hand down Geralt’s face, his neck, his chest, brushed over his nipples and trailed off at his stomach. Goosebumps followed in its wake and Geralt shivered in response.

“You can let me down now.” He mumbled, casting his gaze aside.

“But Geralt,” Jaskier pouted. “What if I don’t want to? You’re so pretty like this, all laid out for me, a nice wide breeding hole for me to use however I please.”

Geralt whined as his cock twitched to life again. He had thought he’d come enough that he would remain soft for days. He squirmed. “Please, Jaskier, I want you-”

“Shh, darling.” Jaskier whispered and leaned forward to nibble gently at Geralt’s neck. Geralt gasped and tilted his head to give him better access. “I’ve got you. You want your sloppy hole to be filled, do you? You want me to give you my cock? Look at you, darling, you’re gagging for it, even after getting fucked by that monster. I should get a plug to fill you up all the time but I bet you’re just so loose and slutty that it would fall straight out of you. Poor darling, all you want is to be nice and filled up. Doesn’t matter what it is, a cock, a plug… tentacles. You’re a desperate little whore, aren’t you? You’re gagging for it.”

“Jaskier,” Geralt gasped out desperately. “Jaskier, please, please, fuck me. I-I need it! I need to be f-filled!”

“I know, darling, don’t you worry. I’ll fill you up nicely.” Jaskier smirked and pinched Geralt’s nipples before he unceremoniously shoved two fingers inside Geralt’s gaping hole. “Wow, it is wide in here. Is that permanent?”

“N-no, it heals after a-a few days.”

“Huh.” Jaskier scissored his fingers open and Geralt whimpered. “Can you even feel that? Your hole is so big, can you even feel two little fingers inside it?”

“Yes.” He whispered.

Jaskier ignored his answer. “I bet I could fit my entire fist inside here and you still wouldn’t feel a thing.”

Geralt whined. He wanted that. Oh, how he wanted.

“But that’s not what we’re doing today, is it? You didn’t beg for my fist, darling, you begged for my cock.”

“Y-yes!”

Jaskier untied his trousers and freed his hard cock. Geralt whimpered and rocked forward, wanting to touch it. Jaskier huffed a quiet laugh before he gave Geralt exactly what he asked for. He thrust inside Geralt with a groan and Geralt felt his loose hole flutter around Jaskier, wanting to clamp down on the intrusion but stretched too wide to do anything. He tried to close his legs to help create friction for Jaskier to rut against, but the tentacles still held them helplessly in place and would keep him there until he recovered his strength or until Jaskier cut him down.

“Can you feel my cock, darling?”

“Yes! Yes! Jaskier!”

“You’re so open, darling, so wide for me. I can’t feel anything, it’s like I’m fucking into nothing.” Jaskier mocked as he reached down and wrapped his hand around Geralt’s sensitive cock.

He whimpered and bucked against the feeling. “I-I can’t- Jaskier- not again-”

“I don’t think you get a say, darling. You wanted to be a hole to be used and fucked so now that’s what you are. And it would please me greatly if the slutty little hole I’m using to pleasure myself came again.”

Geralt thrashed as Jaskier rubbed his thumb over the tip of Geralt’s shaft. “Please- I-I can’t- I-I’m-”

“You’re hard is what you are, darling.” Jaskier moved his hand up and down, jerking Geralt off as he writhed and sobbed and moaned at the sensitive vibrations.

Then Geralt tensed and screamed as he came for what he hoped was the final time that day. Jaskier bit down hard on Geralt’s shoulder as he came alongside him, deep inside Geralt. They paused for a moment, panting and gasping, with flushed faces. Jaskier’s teeth remained firmly embedded in Geralt’s shoulder.

Slowly, Jaskier slipped out of Geralt and cum humiliatingly poured out after him from the abused hole, down his thighs, over the tentacles and into the water beneath him. Geralt whined. He felt so empty. He was exhausted and bound and he wanted Jaskier to continue focusing all of his attentions on him. He was sweaty and sticky and thoroughly aching. His limbs trembled in exhaustion.

“How do you feel, darling?”

“S’good.” He mumbled. “Y’can cut me down now.”

“I don’t know.” Jaskier mused and pushed a tentacle towards him, which automatically pushed deep inside him although it had no more eggs to lay. Geralt gurgled pathetically at the sensation and Jaskier smirked. “I quite like you like this. A lovely little fucked-out hole for me to use whenever I please, entirely at my mercy. How long does this thing usually keep you until you can escape when I’m not here?”

“A-a week.” Geralt whispered, heart beating fast as he realised what Jaskier was implying.

“Well then, darling. Settle in for a nice, long session. Don’t you worry, I won’t leave you empty for long.”

Nervously, Geralt felt his cock twitch again.