Page 28 of Spinning Out of Control

He picked up his phone, turning it toward me so I could see. It was a still shot of a naked young man bent over at the waist, leaning his forearms on the bed beneath him, a look of ecstasy on his face. Behind him, another naked man with a big bushy beard and a bald head had his dick buried deep inside of the younger guy’s ass. I recognized it from one of the many links we had passed back and forth this last week. “Is this what you want me to do to you?”

I almost choked on my coffee, setting it down and clapping a paper napkin to my mouth as I swallowed. He stared at me, unblinking, still holding his phone for me to see. I coughed and cleared my throat. “Um…” He looked back at me, his eyes a little sad. I didn’t like that. “Is that really your question?”

“Well, yes,” he said, setting the phone down and staring at the image. “I mean, not entirely.”

“Just say what you want to say, Ter,” I said, taking another sip of coffee and then putting it aside so I didn’t accidentally drown myself if he said something that surprised me. “I won’t be mad or offended or anything, I promise.”

“Okay.” He took a deep breath and looked up at me. “In a lot of the porn I watched, the male inserts his penis into an orifice.” I didn’t think I’d ever heard a less sexy description of porn, but I just nodded. “And it seems like the person being penetrated enjoys it.”

“Yeah?” Where was he going with this?

“I would like to bring you such pleasure,” he said, his eyes meeting mine. “But I do not believe our anatomy is compatible.”

“Well, um, I still haven’t seen what you’re working with,” I ventured.

Teracht’s cheeks went dark. “I could show you if you wanted.”

“Yeah,” I said. “If you’re all right with it. If it’s not going to work, then we’ll figure something out. Just let me finish my coffee first.”

Teracht nodded, scooping up his recycling bin and heading for the back door of the house to take it out. I wondered if that was the only time he ever went outside, to put out his trash and recycling and to pick up his items that he ordered.

I finished my drink by the time he came back in with the empty bin and set it back into place, and he washed his hands thoroughly like a human would. At least he was conscious of being clean. He nodded toward the living room and headed that way. I tossed my trash into the smaller can, washed my own hand and rinsed my mouth, then followed him to the living room.

Teracht was perched on his web lazily, gazing down at me with a small, shy smile. “Thank you again for the chocolate milkshake.”

I nodded. “No problem. Glad you liked it. There are lots of other flavors we can try if you want.”

He nodded eagerly. “I would like that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said. “So… how do we… I… Uh…”

Teracht giggled softly, but the sound was more nervous than cheerful. “I suppose it would be polite to ask first if I may show you… what I have.”

“Oh. Yeah, sure, it’s fine,” I said, appreciating the creature not from this world being so concerned about consent. He was more polite than a few of the guys I had gone home with in my life.

Teracht nodded, then shifted a little on his web to roll onto his side, exposing his underbelly to me. It was not much different than the top of him, with the soft hair covering most of it, his spider legs attaching to his middle abdomen. On his larger back end, a small opening I had not seen before suddenly appeared, and out of it came what I could only think of as a ball. Perfectly round and somewhat smooth, I would guess it was a little bigger around than a ball gag. It protruded from his opening on what seemed to be a rather flimsy almost stick-like thing. The description that popped into my mind immediately was a cake pop, though that felt like a very weird way to think about the spider junk in front of me. It was very girthy, and my ass tightened a little at the idea of trying to take that inside me. I thought maybe it would be sort of like those knots that some of those weird wolf-shifter romances had, but just the whole thing as one large knot.

“Can I touch?” I asked, holding up my hand.

Teracht nodded. “Yes.”

On his web as he was, his junk was almost at face level with me, so I reached out and carefully brushed it with my fingertips. It was a little spongy. Cake pop was definitely becoming the leading descriptor in my mind, and I was never going to be able to look at one again without laughing. I stroked it gently, then cupped my hand around it. “Does this feel good?”

Teracht suddenly looked sad. “No,” he said.

“Sorry,” I said, quickly pulling my hand back, and he shook his head.

“You’re not hurting me, Caleb. It just doesn’t feel any different than you touching me anywhere else.”

I frowned a bit. That was kind of depressing, that he wasn’t getting any sort of pleasurable sensation from his dick. “How exactly does atauri sex work again?”

“A male would subdue a female, usually by wrapping her up in his webbing, and then would inseminate her while she was freeing herself. He would insert this into her orifice, and then it would break off. There is sperm inside of the bulb, and it gets absorbed into the female’s body to produce young.”

“Doesn’t that hurt you?” I asked.

Teracht shook his head, pointing to the thin stick-like base. “This has almost no sensation in it.”

I ran my fingers gently over it, giving it a few experimental strokes and other movements, and Teracht watched all of them without any change to his body language or face. I had gotten more of a reaction from him the first time I had touched his chest than when I played with his dick. His frequent concerns about consent suddenly made a whole lot more sense to me too when I realized how non-consensual spider sex seemed to be. “So, if you lose your dick when you mate, does that mean you only mate once in your life?”

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