Chapter 8: My only friend is a cup.

Chapter 8: My only friend is a cup.

Once more, Murry woke, confused, but this time no pain. At least not pain from someone hurting him.

He rolled over to ease the ache in his shoulder from sleeping on the floor. His eyes opened to bright light and a pink ceiling. He sat and looked around the room. The square area he was in was empty except for a low metal coffee table. Everything was pink- pink walls, ceiling, floor. Running his hand over the floor, Murry felt the surface. The room felt smooth, like one giant tile from a hardware store.

Murry came to his feet and stared down at his naked body. Nervously, Murry slipped his hand over his balls and then to his anus. There wasn't a bloody gaping mess anywhere. He sighed with relief and then looked at his arm. Exhaling his tension, he noted that there was no half-eaten flesh either.

After checking a few other parts of his body, Murry walked around and around the pink room. He discovered two doors. One exit had no handles, or latches, or hinges. The opening was merely an outline in the wall. The second door led into a small room. A hole was in the corner on the floor. When he stared in, there was only a black nothing.

On the opposite side of the area was a short stubby green hose. The spout was like a cut-off garden hose. When Murry stepped under the pipe, he was instantly blasted with cold water. He jumped out of the spray, shivering and slicking drops off his chest. He tried again to get under the water, but he only ended up washing his hands before the cold made his fingers go numb.

As he waved his arms, he glanced at where the hairy alien had eaten him. The skin was healed with scabs forming. He studied his other injuries. Most of the cuts and deeper wounds were either scabbed over or faint scars. The slight amount of water that had spayed him removed portions of the dried blood.

For a second, Murry considered returning to the spay to remove all the blood. When another shiver shot down his spine, he changed his mind. He didn't have the energy to stand under cold water. Turning away from what he guessed was his bathroom, he headed back into his new living quarters.

Since there was nothing to explore but the table, Murry sat on the floor in front of the sleek silver coffee table. He ran his hands over the metal. Unlike the hose, nothing happened. Next, he tried to pick up the table. The furniture didn't move. He felt around the top and then underneath it. Frustrated, Murry began to pace. So… this was his prison?

Wandering, Murry walked over to the corner and curled up next to the wall. His arm hurt a little from sleeping on his shoulder on the hard surface. He adjusted until he was in a fetal position and wished for clothes or food. Briefly, he wondered where Keltrix was and if the alien wanted to leave him here. Did JP put him in this cell to keep him out of the way? Murry fell back asleep feeling more alone than he'd ever felt in his life.

Days passed. One day was like the next. Murry had zero sense of time and would have given anything to have a clock. He woke, and sometimes a green goop in a plastic cup would be sitting on the table. Murry would try to drink down as much of the muck as he could stomach before he would pour the rest of the liquid into the toilet hole. He dodged the water sprayer and sat on the floor, making a drum beat with the plastic-type cup.

After another few days, Murry started to become an expert at games with one cup. He played catch. He rolled it back and forth. He balanced the cup on the side of the table. More days passed. He cried. He screamed. He talked to himself and counted as high as he could go. He paced.

Sleeping, Murry was abruptly jarred out of his slumber by two tentacles wrapping around his waist. His eyes popped open. Keltrix stood over him. The alien looked furious.

Roughly, the alien hauled Murry to his feet and began to drag him across the room.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Murry stumbled into what he labeled as the bathroom.

"I looked into your mind," Keltrix snapped. "And I should not have to do this. You know how to clean yourself."

Murry was shoved into the cold spray. He yelped and would've jumped out of the water, but ruthlessly Keltrix held him. Slapping a tentacle away, Murry tried to get out from under the freezing drops. Stubbornly, Kel held on as he glided a top tentacle to one wall. White liquid oozed out like the tile was drooling foam.

"Stop it." Murry fought Kel to get out of the water that slapped him in the face, but the alien was immovable. The tentacles only tighten to a bruising pressure as Murry struggled.

Swiping the white ooze off the wall, Keltrix began to make soapy suds and slick them all over Murry's body. The damn tentacles went everywhere. Murry's cheeks began to heat up when they slid between his legs to glide against his balls and over his cock. Kel caressed between Murry's ass cheeks and up his back.

The shivering had started because of the water, but now the goosebumps were because this was fast turning into some type of eroticism. Murry attempted to concentrate on the chilly water, but Kel's slipping and gliding caused shivers of awareness wherever he washed. By the time Kel let go, Murry's cock was rock hard, and he was a whimpering mess. He stumbled away from the water and knelt on the smooth floor.

"You are nothing but trouble, little cat." Keltrix caught him and picked him up by the arms. "Learn how to walk."

Now Murry was pressed face to chest with Keltrix. His blue skin was warm and damp. With one shift of his hips, Murry's cock slid against Kel's skin. Murry tipped his head back and licked his lips. Blue eyes drilled into him.

"Go to the other room. Now." The command was harsh, but the alien's tentacles didn't let go. He held Murry pinned to him.

"I…" Again, Murry's hips, of their own volition, started to thrust against the warm, smooth wet skin of Keltrix. The crown of Murry's erection, swollen and inflamed, begged and throbbed. Murry licked his lips, thinking about that watermelon taste.

"You must stop." Kel's eyes scanned his mouth. "Do not think about my taste like that."

"I can't help it," Murry whispered. How could his body feel this needy? This hot? He tried to shut out the desire. He tried to think about any of the times he'd jerked himself off, and it had been boring. Nothing came to him. Only Keltrix filled up his brain. He wanted the taste. Quickly, his mind overflowed with a type of longing that he wasn't sure was his. Some part of him wondered if Keltrix fed this yearning.

The alien's lips parted only slightly. Murry didn't wait. He opened his mouth. Instantly Keltrix pushed his huge tongue past Murry's teeth. Shoving him hard, Keltrix had Murry pressed to the tile wall. Murry sucked and then groaned when a warm wet tentacle wrapped around his erection.

There was a good chance Murry would've dropped to the floor. The alien's grip on his cock was that perfect.

Keltrix used his two middle tentacles to wrap around Murry's waist to hold him and then lift him closer. Raising his legs, Murry hooked his ankles behind the alien's back. Once more, Keltrix made that rumble of approval. He started to purr deep in his chest.

Murry sucked and licked and simply closed his eyes, lost in the feelings. The tiles at his back heated under his skin. The alien's shoulders and pecs were warm under his searching fingers. The tentacle wrapped around Murry's cock glided high over the flared crown and then ran back down to his balls. Soon Murry was bucking and humping into the firm hold. His fingers clenched around the back of Kel's neck. His climax was just out of reach. His orgasm kept building and building. More blazing heat grew in his chest. Murry's skin sparkled with delight wherever a tentacle traveled.

The alien's tongue was a steady rhythm. In and out of Murry's mouth. Keltrix drove the hot wet flesh into Murry's mouth over and over again with wild abandon. Murry sucked harder. Enjoying the taste, he flicked his tongue against the tip, gaining the light sample of watermelon. It was as if the flavor only hinted that there was more to come.

Murry's heart slammed into his chest. Without warning, Keltrix shoved him roughly to the cool wall. His mouth started to fill up with the watermelon bubble gum liquid. As Murry drank, his orgasm hit a crescendo. He moaned as he sucked on Keltrix. Murry's cock shot ropes of semen over his alien's abs as the tentacle kept caressing him.

Gulping for air, Murry ripped his mouth away to breathe. The alien's tongue retracted, and his eyes widened. His long eyelashes fluttered.

"This is why I cannot be here." Kel gently helped Murry to his feet as he admonished himself. "Nothing but trouble."

"I thought you said you liked trouble."