The Opportunist, Chapter 1

The stuffed animal high up on the shelf in front of me seemed to stand out, incongruent with everything else I could see. The thick, flabby hand on the back of my head, pushing it into the bed, was a reminder of everything I couldn't. Not just the hand (though it was the most apparent, with how the stubby, rounded claws at the ends of his fingers poked my skull without piercing the flesh), but the heavy body pressing against my back as well. He had just finished situating himself on top of me, which seemed like an arduous process with how heavy his breathing became, even after it had already been heavy (but this I did not really know for sure without more points of reference) when he had unclasped his plain-looking jumpsuit in front of me, earlier.

After the suit came off, what drooped down out of a slit between his legs and under his large gut couldn't have been anything but his genitals. Not longer than the length of my hand, but almost as wide as the width of it at the base (if it was really fully out), until it tapered off to the width of a fingernail at the tip. It was slick with something that made it glisten in the light, bright pink flesh that was a sharp contrast to his bumpy, olive-green skin, and even the inside of his wide mouth that seemed to not catch any light as he held it open, drooling. When I looked back up at his face after staring at his penis, still standing at that time, I thought I saw something in his mouth besides his teeth, moving around like a small animal. I only felt more scared as I realized that my fear was so intense it had prevented me from recognizing it as his tongue, as dark as the rest of the flesh of his maw, and just as wide.

Once he realized that I had left whatever stupor I was momentarily held in, he stepped out of the pile of clothing and towards me at once. I almost tripped, stepping backwards into the bed I had woken up in minutes ago and stood up from moments ago, the second step went to the side instead. Only backing myself further into a corner as his hand, though it looked like it was glistening with something that would make it slippery, did not have any less of a grip on my arm, preceding even the thought of dashing around him towards the door he had entered through. I had not even known what was behind it past an unfocused glimpse past him when he came in, but it looked like the wall of a hallway, similar in lighting and material to the room I was occupying. I did not even know where I really was.

His size was finally put into perspective as he leered over me, breathing into my face through his open maw. Everything suddenly felt real as his smell hit me, like I had been experiencing a trance this whole time. Smells of any type had been curiously missing until now, and their eerie, sterile absence was almost dreamlike. Hot breath ran over my face. The smell wasn't terrible, but it was so sudden and encompassing that it made my eyes water. Now I could see how wide his tongue was, black and darting around his mouth faster than you would think something that large could move, licking large beige molars and two stubby fangs on the lower row that jutted out of his mouth even when it was closed. As I was staring into his mouth, his arm that wasn't gripping my shoulder suddenly moved to my waist, and two of his thick fingers, aided by his short claws, snuck under the bottom hem of my shirt to pull it up. I, perhaps stupidly driven out of a worry that he would rip it, jerked the hand of my free arm to his wrist. The heavy breathing along with his arm stopped as soon as my hand clasped around his wrist (though when I say around, my hand did not manage to encircle it). His temperament seemed to change immediately, and his grip on my shoulder immediately tightened. He turned me around so fast I would have fallen if he hadn't been practically holding me up with that arm. The other hand that had been reaching under my shirt left the front and grabbed the back of it this time. He gripped it and yanked on it, hard, twice, and on the third I heard it rip.

I could feel his breath on me again, but on the back of my neck now, wet and warm. Right then I realized his aim.

I did not really have a good understanding of how or why I got here, perhaps a little more of the former than the latter. The past few days had been the most tumultuous in memory, and probably history. While I had not ever bothered to keep up with the news, a story that demanded attention had broke. Flying objects that were quite obviously space ships were observed flying over cities, worldwide. Their numbers rose, quickly dispelling any rumors that they were owned by any nation of this planet. This continued for a whole day and into the next morning, which would have been this morning, if it was still the same day. Midday, eleven or so, the flying, which had been speculated as scouting, immediately stopped. Not that they had flown away, or crashed, but they had stopped in place, as if waiting for something. Shortly after that is when the television, the internet, everything went out. While I did not know what was going on anywhere else, I think it is safe to assume that what I saw after that in person was occurring everywhere else. The ships descended straight down, quickly, as if whatever was holding them up had gone out, or stopped firing. Though I did not hear a crash. There were not nearly as many here in my small town as I had seen in the bigger cities, through the news. The ones we had seemed to be smaller, too, but I'm not sure it mattered how big they were, after seeing what they did. The sky flashed bright red in daylight, so brightly that it gave me a headache, and the cars that had driven to the landing sites had driven back the way they came, in lesser numbers. Then I was in a sort of daze, with the headache continuing and worsening. It was hard to remember what happened after that, and impossible to remember what had brought me into this room.

The feeling of something slick and large pressing against my back snapped me out of my confused reminiscence. I jerked, or tried to jerk my body forward, but this time the hand gripping my shoulder was now joined by another hand on my bare chest, which was missing my shirt. Now I was in a panic, my hands shot up to the hand caressing me and tried to pry it off, gripping the thick fingers and pulling away from me as I twisted my whole body. This only encouraged him to move the hand gripping my shoulder to my front as well, and then to the other shoulder, pressing me into a bear hug. Thrashing around without making headway, I thought to speak, and I muttered at first, then shouted "No!" all while struggling against him desperately. No response came, and his grip on me remained firm.

My hands were wrapped around the large fingers of his hands, twice as large as mine and flabby, but still much stronger. Something prodded against my rear, still clothed in the pants I remembered putting on this morning. I let out a panicked sort of whine after I realized what it was a moment later, and his breathing became heavier at that. When I thought to step on his feet with my shoes (which I did not get too good of a look at but did see that they were uncovered), I realized I was only wearing my socks, which were not fit for that at all. I could feel it bumping against me again, the bulk of it rubbing against my pants while the tip snuck under his huge gut pressed against my back to tap against the skin. The hand on my chest stroked my body again, and I couldn't tell if the slick it left behind was from my sweat or his excretion.

It almost felt as if he was trying to soothe me, but I was immediately agitated even further by the hand continuing downwards to my waist during one stroke, a thumb hooking into my pants. At that, I kicked against him, my foot seeming to bounce off his fat, stout leg. He responded by pushing me forward onto the bed I had woken up in and been sitting on before he arrived. I was thrust at such speed I thought that when I hit the bed, the wind would surely be knocked out of me in the fleeting moment I was in motion, but it gave. When I tried to roll over onto my back, I felt his hand grip one of my ankles as the other tried and succeeded in pulling my pant-leg down. With one halfway down already, the other gave quickly, and I heard it hit the wall as he tossed it away forcefully. My underwear had slipped down when he yanked my pants off, and he quickly did the same with that.

Now I was wearing nothing, and I could feel his breath run over my whole body. He held my leg up still, while the rest of me was stomach-down on the bed. After a few moments of that, I twisted my head to look behind me, straining to see him, and his tongue was darting in and out of his mouth, and it looked as if a huge leech was trying to wriggle out of it. His eyes were black, completely black, and it made hard to tell what he was looking at, though at the same time it made him look like he was looking at everything, hungrily, with pupils wider than the space between his eyelids. But he couldn't have been looking at anything but me, my naked body now exposed for his inspection.

Eventually, he let go of my leg. I don't know if it was because I wasn't squirming anymore, or if he just needed a better grip to climb onto the bed, but he was over me, with great effort. Stroking my back with one big mitt, then moving it to the back of my head when I shifted around at his touch, pressing me into the soft bed. I gazed around the room, as there wasn't much else I could do with his hand anchoring my head in place and his bulk slowly creeping onto the rest of my body. There were shelves embedded in all the metal walls of the room, and most were empty, holding nothing more than unlabeled boxes or what was quite obviously trash. Only one shelf, close to the bed, held something of any note, a soft-looking doll of some kind of animal, stylized a lot like a stuffed animal would be. My eyes fixated on its bright colors, contrasting against the dull grey metal all around it. It helped to distract me until the moment he finished situating himself on top of me, his gut weighing my back down, his mouth inches away from the back of my head, heaving out breaths that would have tickled my neck if they were light, but instead rushed over me like the breeze from an industrial fan. His genitals were prodding at my now uncovered rear, I could feel it moving like a snake, and it made me squirm like one. At my struggling, he moved his huge legs closer together, holding my pelvis in place between them, and this forced his oily groin right up against my buttocks. It finally arrived at my anus, as there wasn't room for it anywhere else but there.

I'm not gay. I've never been curious about it, and I've never even touched my own asshole to do anything but clean it, and only the outside. It's not something I've ever considered, as I've never been naturally attracted to anyone besides women. Not even attractive men have appealed to me, beyond my admiration of their discipline and taste. Him? The thing on top of me, the thing I couldn't really put down as anything besides 'male', because of how it was currently pinning me down and attempting to penetrate me? He was the antipode of anything I would consider attractive. Fat, large, bulky, forceful, violent, oily, smelly, he was all of these things, things I found repulsive or at the very least unfavorable (in a normal context, let alone a sexual one), more so than any human could ever hope to be.

But there was nothing I could do. I had a feeling from the moment I woke up that I wasn't anywhere I could be reached or helped, just from the silence, which was in such contrast to the raucous, unending noise I recall hearing after the ships set down. I don't remember that noise ever stopping, until I woke up here. I don't remember how I got here, I had no idea when I got here, and I had only a vague notion that I might be in one of those ships. The narrow tip of his slimy penis found and slid into my hole in one motion. It wasn't painful, but it felt strange, and doubly strange when I felt it wriggle around inside of me like a blind worm.

Something started rumbling, and I confused it for the bed at first with how tightly he was against me, but it was coming from him. His heavy exhale, that I had been too distracted to realize he was holding until now, rushed past the back of my head and over my face. Most of all it was warm, but there was a faint acridity to it, and something that reminded me of garlic. His face moved closer to mine as his penis slipped further into me, and I recoiled as much as I could, because I thought he might try to kiss me (a very strange thought), but his face twisted towards mine only to look at it. My eyes met his, or at least I thought they did, with how it was impossible to tell what exactly he was looking at. I don't know what I looked like, then. My hair, short as it was, was messed up from all the wrestling and his hand gripping it. I was drenched with sweat, likely some of his mixed into it, but mostly my own. My teeth were involuntarily bared, as I was exhaling through my mouth while scared he might stick something into it. I must have looked like a wild animal, ragged and scared.

"Stop." I managed to mumble, as he pushed further into me. It was not painful yet, but it was becoming uncomfortable, and I had seen how wide it was at what I estimated to be the base. His head didn't move, and I couldn't discern any movement of his black, glassy eyes. Though it didn't move any further into me, I could feel it wriggling slightly. I had a good view of his face, now. He had a wide head, and a wider mouth that wrapped around to the sides of it, almost to where a person's ears would be. There wasn't any hair anywhere on his face, or on any part of him that was touching me right now, which was most of him. The skin on his head was an olive-green, slightly bumpy and quite shiny with something slick like oil, the rest of his body that I could see and had seen was like this as well. I didn't see it until now, since where it was was quite flat, but he did have nostrils, two vertical slits between his far-spaced eyes, the sockets of which seemed to point them at a slight angle from one another.

He was blinking at me, now, thick eyelids closing and quickly opening. Was he studying me, or was he not even looking at me? He stayed like that for what felt like a minute or longer, before moving his face an inch from mine, which could not move any father away. He inhaled, and I shortly realized he was sniffing me. "Stop." I said again, and I wasn't expecting the wavering of my own voice that made me sound more like I was begging than asking. He sniffed harder, tasting the smell of my mouth, and his face pressed against mine to sniff it. I felt his genitals stir at that, either going further in or engorging, as I felt the uncomfortable stretching return. "Oh God..." I muttered, realizing my mistake a moment too late as he thrust his huge tongue into my mouth before I could shut it. I tried to bite down, but my throat spasmed as he tried to force his tongue deeper into my mouth, and I coughed and retched the same moment I wanted to let out a yelp of pain as I felt him start thrusting into me, putting his whole body into it.

Tears welled up in my eyes at the coughing and the pain. I raised one forearm as much as I could, and tried to push him away, as heavy as he was. It must not have even registered to him then, as his hand moved instead to my jaw, his fat thumb hooking into my mouth to hold it open as he stuck his tongue in again, not down my throat this time but instead all around my mouth. I could taste his tongue instead of the acid sickness rising up in my throat, now, as it licked mine, and it was slightly bitter. When he released my mouth from his, I felt a large volume of slobber left behind in it, and as it began to spill out he forced my mouth closed with the hold he still kept on it. I breathed through my nose the best I could, with some of his thick, gooey saliva stuck in my throat, and he only watched me, for some moments, until something seemed to please him, as I could tell by his penis beginning to swell again.

It became too much. His spit was sliding deeper into my throat, threatening to obstruct my airway completely, so I swallowed it all. He seemed to notice the big, forceful gulps, and released his mitt from the bottom of my jaw, letting me suck in some proper breaths once I finished choking it all down. While his face was motionless, I could feel his penis squirming around crazily inside of me, so it must have excited him in some way.

Then, I thought he was moving out of me. He slowly started to lift himself up, his pelvis at least, but his face was moving closer to mine again, with that huge mouth agape and breathing raggedly. It turned out to only be the prelude to him slamming back into me as forcefully as he had yet, causing me to involuntarily open my mouth to let out a small scream. That repeated, many times, his gut pressing against my back and pressing me into the bed as he thrust into me roughly. Strangely, I felt used to the penetration already, though I think he wasn't getting it even halfway in each time he pushed in back in. It was the sensation of his slick, oily skin grinding against my buttocks that unnerved me. Though it was in contact with my back, since he was laying on top of me stomach-down, it wasn't so noticeable as the feeling of his groin meeting and separating from me, his sweat or whatever his secretions were settling on my skin as he came up and then being pushed and pressed back into it as he came down.

I shuddered the same time he did, though I think his was a shudder of pleasure instead of disgust. His thrusting slowed, and then stopped when he was well inside me, his weight settling down on my back. He let out one long, deep exhale, and then another after he sucked in air, laboriously, and that continued for what might have been minutes. I could almost see my own face reflected in his black eyes. Slowly he rose, releasing me from the pin he had been holding me in, and I could feel him slipping out of my hole along with something wet. Before I had any time to react, he grabbed my body with both hands and flipped me over onto my back. I could see him in full once again, kneeling on the bed in front of me between my legs, looking down at me from above with his teeth bared in what had to be a grin. He was running one hand over his chest and stomach, which was glistening with something that looked like oil. The other was at his groin, fondling his penis which was slick with something yellowish, that had to be his semen. As I looked lower and lower, I saw what he had to have been staring at and grinning about, my own penis was erect, shamefully hard and quite close to touching his.

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Pub: 03 Sep 2025 06:28 UTC

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