Chapter 10

“Never, to my knowledge,” Roger said after a short pause. “I’m calling this time because Allen and his company, Humpalot Films, is suing you for breach of contract.”

“What? Why? They replaced me with the fluffer!”

“That’s not the point. You walked off set. You didn’t come back. You forced them to replace you. You’re in breach.” Roger cleared his throat. “The fact of the matter is that the company CEO is worried a film starring a nobody fluffer won’t rake in the bucks like an Ebenezer Splooge film would. Their terms to settle are simple. Return and finish the film.”

“Or what?” Ebenezer asked.

“Or go to court.”

“Roger, I’ve retired from the business. The truth is,” Ebbie said, patting Gorg on the arm, “I’ve found someone.”

“Well, turn him in to the nearest lost and found counter and come back to work.”

“I don’t mean ‘found’ like he was wandering down the freeway looking for a ride, you dolt. I mean ‘found’ as in my life’s partner. I’m done with the porn industry.”

“Look, I don’t care if you quit the business, but you have to finish the film you were under contract to complete.” Roger sounded just slightly robotic, and Ebbie wasn’t entirely sure Roger wasn’t some sort of AI construct. He’d never met the man in person.

“Ebbie you can’t!” Gorg’s voice was tight with anxiety. “It would kill me to see you with another man. And just think of the baby!”

“Baby? What baby? Who is that?” Roger demanded.

“That is someone called Ain’t None of Your Business, Roger. And he was calling me baby. It’s a term of endearment, something I’m sure is alien to you.” Ebbie drew heavily on his acting skills.

Unfortunately, most of his talent must have been in his dick, because Roger didn’t seem to believe any of it. “Are you adopting? Is that why you left? Do you know what will happen if the adoption agency finds out you’re a porn star?” Roger had the balls to laugh. “Oh, brother. You absolutely have no choice but to come back, if for nothing else to keep Allen and the company from blackmailing you.”

“How would they even find out unless you told them?” Ebenezer sputtered, forgetting for a moment that he wasn’t adopting. “You’re my lawyer! Isn’t there something called attorney-client privilege or something?”

“That would be true if you actually paid me, which you haven’t in months. In fact, if you’d read the last email I sent you, you would know I quit and threatened to sue for back wages. However, I very quickly found a highly lucrative position that pays ten times what you paid — or didn’t pay — me, so I dropped the lawsuit.”

Ebenezer sighed. “Good news for me, I guess. Who do you work for now?”

He could hear the oily grin in Roger’s voice. “I’m chief in-house counsel for Humpalot Films.”

“You fucker!”

“Sorry, dude. Go back to work or risk losing your chance at adoption. Not that I, personally, would reach out to the adoption agency, but you know how vindictive Allen can be…”

It was at that point, just as Ebenezer was swelling with indignation and fury, that he remembered he wasn’t trying to adopt. Not that it made the threat any shittier, but at least now he could let them chase their tails trying to stop an adoption that wasn’t happening to begin with.

“You fucking suck, Roger. And tell that scumbag, Allen, that I’ll see him in Hell before I go back to that piss-poor excuse for a film!” Ebenezer thumbed the off button, ending the call. He smiled, imagining Roger, Allen, and the CEO of Humpalot Films swearing and grumbling and pledging to get even with him by screwing up his adoption plans. He almost wished he could tell them that the baby in question was growing inside him. What would they do then? Try to stick a lien on the baby until he pays his debt?

“Ebbie?” Gorg’s voice sounded small and scared.

“Don’t worry, Gorg. I’m not going back to the porn industry. Not even to finish the last film. Those days are over for me.”

He was rewarded with a beatific smile from Gorg that gave him the warm fuzzies and made him grin back.

“It is just as well. Your body will be swelling soon, and you will find some positions difficult.”

Ebenezer’s smile slid away. “You mean sex is going to be awkward? I don’t know if I’m going to like that. In fact, I know I’m not. Oh, God…am I going to get too fat to have sex?”

“Don’t worry. I will be able to support your weight. That’s what my tentacles are for.”

“That’s not relieving my anxiety a single iota.”

Gorg seemed to realize he may have made a faux pas. “No, no. You will never be fat to me. You will only look more stunning than you already do.”

“Just fat to everyone else?”

“On Jizm, pregnant people are the most attractive of us all.”

“People on earth will think I’ve got the potbelly from Hell. They’ll think I swallowed a beachball.”

“Ebenezer, stop! You are my life mate. You are handsome, soon to be even more so. Does that not matter to you?”

Ebenezer sighed. “Yes. Yes, it does matter. We’ve only known each other for a few days, but I really do think it matters. It must — I’ve upended my entire life and career for you.” He summoned up a smile. “I have an idea of what might make me feel better.”

Gorg looked relieved. “What is it? Name it, and it is yours.”

Ebbie’s smile felt both lazy and lecherous on his lips. It was the best kind of smile, he thought— the kind that held the promise of soon getting laid. He took Gorg’s hand and led him to the bedroom.

Through the bedroom, actually, to the large master bath attached. “Strip.”

Gorg cocked his head. “Strip what? The wallpaper?”

“No, your clothes off. Like this.” He was quick to demonstrate, standing bare-ass naked in a matter of moments, his clothes in a puddle on the floor.

“Oh, that kind of strip!” Gorg grinned and tossed off his overcoat, exposing his iridescent tentacles and body. He shimmied out of his boots and the sweatpants Ebbie had loaned him. His cock began to fill as Ebbie watched, enthralled.

“That is one mighty fine dick,” Ebbie said. He was tempted to drop to his knees and suck it, but the promise of wet, soapy sex in the shower was too tempting to ignore. He reached into the shower and turned on the faucet, adjusting the water temperature flowing from the rain shower head.

Taking Gorg’s hand, he led Gorg into the shower, letting the warm water sluice over them. He turned his face up to the spray, then smiled at Gorg. “Hand me that blue bottle, please. And that fluffy puff.”

Ebbie quickly used the liquid soap to saturate the puff. Then putting the bottle back on the shelf, he began to rub the puff over Gorg’s rock hard body and warm, sinuous tentacles.

“Oh, my! That feels wonderful!” Gorg whispered. His head was thrown back, and his cock was standing ramrod straight. Ebbie could tell that the fact he was enjoying the experience went without saying.

Ebbie slid his free hand over Gorg’s back, to Gorg’s plump rear end. He let one finger slip between Gorg’s cheeks and tickle at the tiny ring of muscle surrounding Gorg’s hole.

Gorg began to hum, a throaty sound that was both hungry and horny at the same time. He tried to back on to Ebbie’s finger, to ride it perhaps, but Ebbie was having none of it. Instead, Ebbie spun Gorg around to face the shower wall. “Brace yourself against the wall,” he ordered.

Gorg did as he was told, leaning forward and bracing his forearms against the wet, slick tiles.

Ebbie knelt behind Gorg, and pried his ass cheeks apart, exposing his hole. Dipping his head closer, he began to flick his tongue over it, sucking at it with his lips, and dipping the tip of his tongue inside.

Gorg was no longer humming — he was moaning, low and loud. “What is that you’re doing? I like it!”

Ebbie took a breath. “Rimming. I knew you’d like it. Now, hush. I’m going to jerk you off while eating your ass.”

He returned his licking and flicking tongue to Gorg’s asshole, while reaching around Gorg’s narrow waist and wrapping his fingers around Gorg’s cock.

He stroked it, squeezing, playing with the head while tongue fucking Gorg’s hole. It didn’t take long before Gorg roared and came, painting the shower wall with white drips.

Gorg’s climax left him shaking, trembling with the power of it. He turned and took Ebbie into his arms. “Now you.”

“No. This was just for you, Gorg. My gift, mine to give.”

“That’s not fair! I want you to come, too!”

“Oh, man, you beg so pretty,” Ebbie said, then kissed Gorg hard, tongue pushing in deep and wrestling with Gorg’s. “But to tell you the truth, my stomach is a little upset. If you want to make me happy, let’s dry off, get me into bed, and you can bring me a nice cup of tea.”

Tea? When had Ebenezer Splooge ever asked anyone for a cup of fucking tea? Bourbon, sure. Whiskey, maybe. Fireball, when all else failed, but tea?

Yet, that’s what he wanted. A nice herbal blend that would relax him, and settle his stomach, and help him take the nap he suddenly yearned to indulge in.

Gorg gave him a gentle smile. “Tummy troubles are normal for pregnancy, Ebbie. Let’s get you dried off and into bed, then I’ll get you some tea and toast.”

“Ah,” Ebbie breathed, suddenly feeling exhausted. “That sounds good.”

Gorg helped Ebbie dry off, then picked him up and carried him to the bed, depositing him gently on it. He pulled a folded comforter up over Ebbie.

“Be right back, little love.” He laid a gentle hand on Ebbie’s stomach, and Ebbie wasn’t sure who Gorg was speaking to — him or the baby.

If there was a baby.

He still wasn’t convinced.

But, before he could think about it any further, he slipped into sleep and dreamed of plump, beautiful, tentacled babies with his eyes and Gorg’s iridescent skin.