Melding Me

Seven dicks were inside me, penetrating deep into gelatinous flesh that opened up just enough to allow this assault from all directions. Each thrust reverberated through my body, staying unique for only a second until another thrust urged me in a different direction. These were the typical seven men on Tuesday: Mustache, Black Spikes and Nipple Bars were taking breaks from their workday jobs, while Black Joe, Sam, Curvy and Prince Albert went to work later in the afternoon.

This wasn't my work, though it fed my appetite while I turned tricks at night to pay the rent. Arcans are a rare species now that most have taken a "normal" life to blend in with mainstream society. I was different.

Prince Albert shot first, as usual, deep into my stomach, which he was penetrating on my right side below my armpit. The warmth sat for just a minute inside my body as I savored the taste and sensation of cum before I allowed it to be broken down and absorbed into my bloodstream. The energy and sudden rush of blood warmed my whole body and caused the flesh around the other six cocks to warm and moisten. Simultaneously, they all stiffened and my body went weak with satisfaction.

For Curvy, fucking my right kneecap, the friction of his shaft on the warmth became a greater contrast from the cold air around the head of his dick, which was sticking out the other side.

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My left heel was being pounded fiercely by Black Spikes, who had an eight inch, skinny dick that now found a nice home inside my leg. Normally, the pounding would continue for half an hour or so before he came, but with the activity he could see- six other men's dicks entering my now slightly aglow body- he would not take long.

Mustache, Nipple Bars and Sam were having the most fun, as their cocks were hitting, pushing and sliding around each other's inside my head. My eyes had stopped working, mostly because someone's (it felt like Nipple Bars') dick had penetrated through the side of my forehead and shifted my eyes around.

Rearranging my flesh caused no pain, and I'd come to enjoy it as part of having men cum into me in various places of my body. The top of my head was especially erotic, since my nerve and digestive tissue was densest there. Having three men cum at once made my body light up, which usually sends out enough energy to make every dick in me cum, sometimes even for the second time.

This burst of energy is what I lived for- the closest thing an Arcan has to an orgasm. Committers, Arcans that choose to live in a life of servitude to one or two or three specific people, can't ever understand this. They don't understand the connection and fulfillment that comes from having seven men simultaneously give you their trust, passion and genetic material that digests into the blood and fuels an Arcan's body. Nutrient supplements and sun-bathing are no match for the old fashioned way, but like I said earlier, we traditional Arcans are a rare species.

The bracelets on my wrists and ankles were the only thing I wore; the wide black bands of silicone were flexible enough to allow movement but sturdy enough to connect with cords from the ceiling, and hold my appendages up. My body was supported by a stainless steel pole with a small cradle about 40 inches off the ground that penetrated inside me to carry the weight of my spine- the only solid part of my body, running from just above where my legs meet to the middle of my neck.

Mustache began to come first, moaning loudly, until Nipple Bars joined him. The first shot hit the side of my eye and rested for only a second before I had to absorb it to make room for Nipple Bars' huge load in the middle of my head. Absorbing this caused my body to tingle, but not for long as Sam, a silent ejaculator, shot his load into my head in the same area as Nipple Bars. The rush of energy started in my brain and ran quickly through my body, down to my toes and back again, pausing where the four others were fucking me, and titillating their dicks to the point that they came again in dry heaves.

When my sense of hearing came back after my orgasm the only sound in the room was the deep moaning of eight post-orgasm men who were apathetic about leaving the safety of this room. There was awkward silence before Sam finally pulled out of my head and turned quickly towards the shower room. My ear reshaped in the place his cock had been, and I could better hear the heavy silence that surrounded the men.

As if planned, five of them pulled out simultaneously and my body quickly went to work filling in the holes they left including my eyes, head and feet. Black Joe stayed inside, penetrating me at my armpit, watching my body reshape and react to his slight movements as he teased my side. I knew this turned him on.

Black Joe was different than all the others. Early on, he volunteered to be the one to take me out of position every Tuesday, and he always showed up on time, came on time and even let me out of position exactly at the time he was supposed to. He was also the only one I had ever had a decent conversation with. He's got one partner, a job delivering produce, two nephews back in Philadelphia and a hankering for country music. Last weekend I'd done some private work with him and his boyfriend, spending an entire day having sex in every position imaginable. The conversation I had with them was deep and thought provoking, stopping only when my mouth area was being fucked by one or both of them. Of everyone I've ever met, they were the two people I could become friends with.

It had always seemed nice, to have that solid support network, that best friend among many who can calm your nerves and captivate your soul. I'm not sure this is the answer to all my problems, but it could help in the meantime with the boredom I felt when I wasn't being a penetrated.

Slowly and gently, in order to belabor the point and bring us both more intense pleasure, Black Joe pulled his dick halfway out of my armpit, and then dragged it through my arm until the silicone cuff prevented his dick from proceeding into my hand. He undid the cuff and let my wrist melt off his dick and fall to the ground. The other three cuffs were undone slowly to allow me to adjust my balance until every rope was hanging free and I could push off the ground to lift my spine off the pole.

Standing up was difficult, so Black Joe held me steady with his hands on my shoulders for just one minute, but this week he lingered a little longer. Looking over I found his eyes staring deep into mine.

"Joe and I were wondering if you'd like to, y'know, go on a date sometime?"

"Sure." The words were out before I even knew it. He had caught me off guard, and I had let my defenses down. And yet I wanted this.

There was an awkward silence, but Black Joe broke it, "You don't have to give up the Arcan Rooms, we both understand."

A wave of relief washed over me. "Yeah, thanks, that's not really important... but I need... more, too. So I think it could be good... yeah... good." How could I give in like this?

"I'll see you on Friday, at sunset, at my place." He leaned in and kissed my forehead, his lips were cool on my hot skin and I could feel the moisture being absorbed into my system. Rarely anyone kisses me.

"Good." I called out after him, "I'll see you then." Slowly, a smile slid across my face as I stood, the rest of my body frozen, watching him walk into the shower room and out of sight.

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