#dcc smutt

On Eyes on Carl

Carl had no idea what this interview was going to be like, but he was… not looking forward to it. Loita had given him absolutely no choice. She had been in a bad mood ever since Carl’s last rebellious act, and he was certain that he was being punished.

Especially since he was told to leave Donut at home.

The cat had grumbled – god, it had been painful to listen to. But Loita had insisted, in her steely, bitch-faced fish way.

Sigh.

So Carl stepped onto the show and just decided to suck it up. It couldn’t be worse than the past few weeks that he had experienced, anyway.

He was immediately uncomfortable. The Host was a grinning Valtay worm, dressed in a fancy suit. Like Orren, they were a floating worm in a fish tank with an animatronic body. A fake grin was plastered over their fish tank head, already leering with mockery.

Whatever this was, it couldn’t be good.

The crowd immediately cheered when he entered. He felt even more uncomfortable.

Being Carl was hard. He knew that billions – trillions – of aliens were watching his every move, and it was no secret that the AI was sexually harassing him at every given moment. Because of this, he wore nothing below the waist except a pair of heart-shaped boxers – no shoes, no socks, no pants. It was embarrassing, but he tried to get used to it.

However, being in a large crowd of leering eyes made him feel naked and exposed all over again. He was grateful for the chance to sit down and finally move his crotch out of eyesight. Carl wasn’t small by any means, and the thin fabric of his boxers didn’t do much to cover his meatus (rip Meatus).

“Greetings, Crawler!” The worm said, in an excited voice that had both masculine and feminine undertones at the same time. “I am Carix, the host of The Galaxy’s Hidden Sins!”

There was something electric running through its words, as though the Gondii had chosen a robotic voice. But the excitement and tone were disturbingly human.

“Hi,” Carl said, bluntly. He stared at the worm… person… and the large screen that they faced. Multiple screens surrounded the crowd, each showing a still image of Carl with his arm bent back, about to launch a bomb at a crowd of hobgoblins.

He hoped that it was his imagination, but the image almost seemed to focus on his… crotch… which showed the outline of his dick almost perfectly.

Already this was a terrible start.

“Let’s give a warm welcome to the newest member of our show!” The worm leaned forward. “Carl, we would like to get your thoughts on some of the universe’s favorite scenes. You’re the #1 Crawler right now, and so all eyes have been on you. But you’ve been… let us say… a bit naughty lately, haven’t you?”

Carl’s mouth went dry. He had a horrible feeling that he knew exactly what was about to happen.

“I want off this show,” He tried, struggling to swallow. “Now. I’m not going to participate.”

The leer deepened. “I’m afraid that you don’t have a choice. You can’t leave, can you? I’m afraid that we don’t need your permission. Remember, you’re Borant property. And all products deserve a product review, don’t they?”

The condescension in their tone immediately made Carl furious. He hated these fucking aliens.

“So be a good boy and sit the fuck down.”

The tone change made Carl even more furious. He would have stood up and left, but there were no exits.

No, he was trapped here, at the mercy of whatever degradation these aliens were going to throw at him.

This was a punishment. By both Loita and the Borant Corporation as a whole.

Carix turned to the screen. “First, we’d like to explain that the sexual video with Maestro was, alas, but a snick. That is not what Carl looks like. But fear not, dear viewers, he is still quite well endowed.”

An image of him immediately flickered onto the screen. It looked like a shot from yesterday…

A sinking feeling crowded Carl’s stomach. There weren’t supposed to be cameras in his room… He was supposed to have been hidden.

But there he was, stretched out on his bed, with his dick in his hands.

“Very well endowed,” Carix said, in a low, horny voice. The crowd gave a murmur of approval. “And look at the curve of those muscles… such a perfect example of human anatomy.”

The video started to play. In it, Carl moaned, running his hand slowly up and down his dick in the beginning of a handjob. He spit in his hand and rubbed it across the tip, while a second hand wandered to the nipple ring that he had been involuntarily gifted.

No, no no. This was private – how could they be showing this?

The entire universe could see this.

Carl wanted to die. He felt his face turning beet-red and blisteringly hot. And what was worse – his dick was beginning to strain against his boxers in an erection.

How could he be getting off on this?!

“You… You can’t show this,” Carl choked.

“Oh, but we can, you silly Earthling.” The Valtay condescension was thick in their voice. “Since we purchased the Borant Corporation, we decided to add a few… say we say… ways to improve people’s connections with Crawlers! And that includes what happens in your cute little bedrooms. Most Crawlers just cry,” They shook their head while the crowd boo’ed. “Most don’t whore themselves out. But if they all had your pretty cock, then maybe more people would play with themselves.”

“Kill yourself, you disgusting worm,” Carl spat. “Borant is a fucking-”

To his shock, he heard his words bleeped in real time.

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Carix smirked. “I’m going to have to ask that you not speak ill of our sponsors. And you probably shouldn’t piss them off, either, or you’ll be severely punished. These aren’t things that we can legally show.”

Carl felt even more horrified. They could show him… like this… but not him shit-talking the monsters who were doing this to him?!

He curled his hands into fists but said nothing.

The crowd was laughing at him. Aliens of countless species – including some humans from other planets – were jeering.

“Let’s get back to it, shall we?” Carix played the video once more. Carl had begun properly masturbating, moaning freely in what he had thought was the privacy of his own home.

“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you? Too bad you aren’t enjoying yourself now.” Carix leered at him. “Although we are. Tell me, Crawler, who are you thinking about in this video, hmm?”

“Nobody,” Carl snarled. “I was jerking it to the thought of stomping your fucking guts out.”

Carix paused the video just as Carl came. The image – the sound – of him cumming was displayed for the entire galaxy to see. Including the vulnerability in his face – showing what was perhaps the most intimate part of him for the world could see. Viewed by trillions, laughing at home, mocking him. Even worse, how many of them were jerking off themselves? Moaning to the thought of him being broadcasted, humiliated like this. Moaning to the complete and utter domination of earth.

He felt sick.

“Speaking of stomping!” Carix sounded elated. “Now that we’ve established Carl’s physique and… sexual ability… let’s see what he’s been up to lately.”

The screen shifted, showing Carl sitting with his back to the dungeon wall.

Oh god.

This was a few weeks ago. The AI had been harassing him, sending passive aggressive messages, cheating, and eventually debuffing him with an infinite, unhealable poison. Unless he finally gave it what it asked for.

He was pale but he couldn’t tear his eyes from the screen.

There he was, massaging his feet together against the dungeon wall, at the AI’s request. A low, sexual moan was somehow rumbling through the dungeon.

Now touch yourself.

He remembered the fury, the resignation when he had given in to the machine’s words. Pulled his dick free from the mockingly-heart-patterned boxes and begun to jerk off for the machine’s pleasure.

“People were talking about you being the AI’s pet,” Carix said. “Now, now, Carl, that’s cheating and you know it.”

He stood up, furious. “It’s not cheating for a machine to poison me unless I give in to its foot fetish?! How the fuck is this fair? I didn’t ask to be fucking sexualized, you goddamn parasite.”

Carix stood up as well, with only the table in between them. “The AI went primal, Carly-boy, you know that it can do what it damn-well pleases. But you seemed happy enough to help it out, didn’t  you?”

In the video, Carl came, spurting into his own face. The crowd laughed as the screen froze on his expression, sultry, red-faced, splattered with cum. Right after the AI exploded in its own version of an orgasm, absolutely rocking the dungeon walls.

He couldn’t move, mortified at the sight. The crowd were hooting, clapping and yelling things.

They shouldn’t have seen this. Nobody should have seen this.

Carl had enough. He stormed towards Carix, drawing his fist back to punch the alien in the bowl.

He didn’t care if he was killed for it, he just wanted this to stop. And to take the fucking worm down with him.

But his fist went through the creature’s head. And through the screen, when he immediately tried to kick through the TV’s.

“Nice try!” Carix jeered. “We’re holograms, you stupid earthling! Oh, calm down, poor thing, don’t get yourself so worked up,” They added. “Sit back down.”

“F-Fuck you,” Carl stammered. He was sweating.

There had to be some way out of here. There had to be some way to stop them from showing… these images…

The screen changed again.

“Even with your other fellow Crawlers, you can’t seem to keep yourself in your cute little pants, huh?” Carix said, playing the video again.

This time it showed Carl tied up on his own bed. Pony loomed over him, brushing his hard dick between Carl’s cheeks.

God, not this, please.

Prepotente had been in a …. Weird mood. He had harassed Carl, tried to kill him, and demanded revenge. But he had also admitted that he liked Carl, and hated him for it.

Carl had been forced by the system not to fight back.

The video showed him overpowered by the stronger, bigger Crawler, who had many levels on him and was also a goat man. Ergo, stronger and bigger than Carl, even though he was not a small guy by any means.

But Pony was bigger. In all regards.

Pony forced Carl’s underwear into his mouth, to muffle his words.

“I’m sure that we all are wishing that we werethere,” Carix said, to the crowd’s laugher. “So that we could shut you up too.”

He couldn’t even respond. His mouth was so dry, his legs were quivering. They can’t show this… please…

Pony then grabbed a pillowcase and forced it over Carl’s head, drawing it back to cut off his airflow. The Caprid penetrated his tight hole, taking several agonizing thrusts to bottom out inside.

“Now that’s a big dick,” Carix reacted. “Wow. You probably had trouble walking after that, huh champ?”

The crowd laughed again. But Carl saw that some of them were acting strangely. Their hands were wandering, as though… touching themselves.

He said nothing, not wanting to add to the humiliation. Carl knew that he should stop watching but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the screen.

Thank god his face was covered at least. They showed Pony fucking him, moaning loudly as the damn Caprid cream-pied him and finally pulled out.

Afterwards, Pony had turned Carl over and sucked him off. Excitedly, desperately, Prepotente had pleasured Carl with his mouth until he came against his will, still gagged with his own underwear.

And the crowd saw and laughed.

“It seems like everyone wants a piece of you,” Carix said. “I’m not surprised. We had only a little bit of footage of you before the Crawl, but I must say, it was quite… provoking.”

The screen moved to a memory that both stung and embarrassed him in equal measures. Carl and Bea, having sex in her cutesy patterned bed. Donut was outside the room, yowling angrily to be let inside. Pre-sapience, thank god.

Bea’s beautiful, soft skin had driven him wild. He had always liked how her lotion smelled. Just a whiff had always been enough to get him hard.

He was inside her, enjoying the hot grasp of her cunt. God, he sometimes missed that feeling, especially when he was alone at night. She was moaning, her legs locked around his waist. And he was moaning too, not one of those guys who just grunted and came right away. No, Bea had always enjoyed having a vocal top, and Carl enjoyed being one. Not as noisy as Pony – thank god – but just vocal enough to show that he was having a good time.

She drove him crazy, after all.

This the universe did not see, had no way of knowing how much the footage was hurting him. All that they saw was the muscular curve of his back and his toned ass, as he thrust repeatedly into his ex-girlfriend, moaning blissfully.

“You stallion,” Carix jeered.

Another flicker, showing him eating Bea out. God, he always went nuts when he gave oral. Feeling her squirm in his arms as he ran his tongue over her throbbing clit, tonguing her deeply and feeling her walls clench around him. She would face-fuck him if he did it right, and he always did it right. Going for up to an hour, until she was jerking erratically in his grip and cumming all over his face.

“Stop this,” Carl whispered. “Please.”

“No, I don’t think we’re quite done. We’ve seen a few things, haven’t we? We’ve seen how your body… is very well formed. A true testament to human anatomy, even though it is not as exaggerated as in that Maestro snick. That would have surely killed your girlfriend, anyway…” A laugh. “And we’ve seen some of your relationships with the other Crawlers in your group. But oh, not all, there’s so much more!”

The last thing that Carl wanted was to see more porn of himself. But he had no choice. He was still standing in the middle of the “room”, staring directly at the screen with a mortified expression.

This went beyond humiliation. This was torture.

The crowd were all straight-up jacking off now. Even with their alien anatomy, he could tell. But how much of it was to him and how much of it was to the blatant display of their power over earth?

“You claim to prance around half naked because you have no choice,” Carix continued. “But your other Crawlers don’t seem to feel that way.”

Carl watched, somehow finding a new way to be horrified, when the screen showed Mordecai, back in incubus form.

Oh god.

The shapeshifter had been drunk out of his mind. Carl had begged him to stop drinking and just go to sleep, and he had agreed if Carl and him had one last drink together.

So they did.

And that one drink had absolutely fucked him up.

Mordecai, in his drunken stupor, had drugged him. Carl had stumbled out of the chair, falling to the ground in a strange haze.

“What did you just do to me?!” The image of himself demanded.

Mordecai called him a tease. He slurred that he could see the way that Carl had been looking at him, and it wasn’t his fault that he just wanted to have a little fun. Feel something except despair, after all, it was the least that Carl could do for him after having saved his life countless times.

He owed Mordecai this.

The potion had made him weak, sluggish. And, to his horror, it had changed his anatomy. The screen showed as Mordecai ripped off his clothes, revealing a pair of swollen breasts and a dripping cunt, with a large, already hard clit.

“What the fuck?!” His image yelled.

“Relax, it’s only temporary,” Modecai had slurred back. “I just wanted to remember.”

Whatever the fuck boy he wanted Carl to be, he hadn’t been on board with it. But that hadn’t mattered. Mordecai’s large form with the huge, incubus dick had pinned him to the floor. Drunkenly running his hands over Carl’s new breasts, sucking the nipples and moaning desperately.

“Wow, you certainly look good with a huge rack like that,” Carix said. “Funny how you immediately had such a wet cunt, huh? And such a throbbing clit… You must have really enjoyed what he did to you. Perhaps you preferred it more than how you normally are? More to play with, after all.”

“Shut up,” Carl whispered, hoarsely. “It was the drug.”

“Oh, sure, sure,” Carix smirked.

On screen, Carl had been powerless as Mordecai sucked on his clit, making him cum almost instantly. It had felt strange, alien in a way that he had never felt before. Not better or worse than cumming with a dick, but different. The bottom growth had felt really nice, as did the very sensitive breasts. But he never would have admitted it even to a judge.

He didn’t have to. The universe saw the  moaning, squirming image of him on the screen and knew that he was enjoying this.

Mordecai stopped sucking on his huge, aching clit and slipped a finger inside him. He was so wet that it was easy to force another few in, fingering him for a few minutes while returning his tongue to the clit. God, he remembered how it felt…

…No, no no, stop it. What the fuck, I’m not going to participate in this.

Mordecai was so drunk, he was pretending that Carl was his ex-boyfriend. Someone who he had met inside of the dungeon. A transmasculine human. And apparently he had a few strands of their hair saved, which he could use to make a temporary transmutation (heh) drink.

In his drunken stupor, he had. And Carl was utterly unprepared for the aphrodisiac he had mixed in with it.

The crowd had gone silent. They were deep in sexual ecstasy, watching him.

“Aren’t we blessed to get an experience of how Carl is sexually active with two different sets of anatomy,” Carix said, with a strange noise that sounded like an electronic whistle. “How many Crawlers can give you the same experience? You really are the sex toy of the dungeon.”

Even through everything, hearing that phrase made him wither in shame and mortification. Jesus, after everything that he was doing to try and liberate his planet, they still had to press the thumb of domination down onto him. Put him in his place, show that nothing – his pleasure, his pain, his own body – belonged to him.

He was entirely the Borant Corporation’s, and if they wanted to sell his image as a sex toy, then he had absolutely no choice.

On the screen, Mordecai had finally moved from his hand to his dick, pushing it eagerly inside Carl. Thrusting desperately, roughly into him while he simply moaned like a whore, arching his back and cumming again and again and again, while the eagle-turned-shapeshifter fucked his brains out. Finally, the incubus came inside him, with a sound that was halfway between a moan and a sob.

“God, I wish that I could fuck a baby into you,” Mordecai said, and Carl, red faced, immediately yelled at him.

Then Mordecai had collapsed in a drunken heap. The next day, he hadn’t said anything, and to Carl’s knowledge, he didn’t know that he had even assaulted him the night before.

Carl’s anatomy went back to normal, and everything was fine.

He hoped that Mordecai wasn’t seeing this, or the scene afterwards, which showed Carl crawling out from under the now unconscious incubus and touching himself.

Still suffering from the aphrodisiac, he moaned and rubbed his new clit, his other hand dipping towards his nipples. God, it felt so so strange, and so good. He was so horny… he needed more.

He needed more.

The mortified Carl watched as he touched the sleeping Mordecai’s dick until he hardened again (an easy task) and pushed it inside himself, bouncing on the incubus’s shaft until he came inside Carl again.

“There, you see,” Carix laughed. “You did want it. You still want it, don’t you?”

“Fuck you,” Carl whispered.

“Maybe you really should sit down,” Carix’s tone had gone low again. Like the AI’s when it was calling itself daddy.

Carl realized that he was rock-hard. Absolutely straining in his boxers, almost pushing out of them.

And of course, they all saw it. He was getting off on his own public broadcast.

“I-I-”

“Yes?” Carix sneered at him. “You warm-bloods are all the same, aren’t you? Little sexual deviants. Oh, always so horny and animalistic. You like to be dominated, you love this. No wonder we own you, you’ve always dreamt of living like this.” Their tone grew mocking. “Why don’t you touch yourself, Carl? We can all see that you want to.”

“Shut up,” He whispered. But there had been the thought. The hot, desperation to do it. To quickly whip his dick out and jerk off. After all, the world had already seen him getting off in so many humiliating ways. He might as well seal the deal.

He was so, so hard. Throbbing. Desperate. Perhaps it would be quick enough that nobody would care-

-No, no, jesus what was he thinking?! He felt as though he were going mad.

Carl immediately rushed back to his seat and sat down, flustered and red-faced.

“Awh, have it your way. You stubborn thing.”

God, he had never hated any alien as much as he hated Carix then. Even more than Loita, who surely was smugly watching the broadcast and enjoying his humiliation.

Then a thought. What if the other Crawlers would see this, somehow? They would see their leader beaten down and sexually subjugated, moaning like a bitch in heat, the emblem of their planet humiliated publicly for trillions to see.

Everyone would absolutely despise him. They would view him as a piece of meat, making jeering comments and smirking remarks about his body. Oh, perhaps they would overpower him and try him out for themselves. After all, after such a show, he probably wanted it after all.

Stop, stop, stop. He struggled to breathe. He struggled to remain calm.

He struggled not to jerk off at the very thought of it.

Carix stared at him as though knowing what he was thinking and thoroughly enjoying it. Even without eyes – without a face, or anything but that electric grin – they radiated smugness.

“One more thing, Carl. You think that all of your fellow Crawlers respect you. That they worship your leadership. But how many of them just view you as a toy? A sex object. You’re the dungeon’s bitch, you’re Borant’s bitch. Why can’t you be their bitch?”

Exactly his horrors. How did the worm know? God damn it, how did it know which wound to salt?!

The screen flickered again. It showed his sleeping body, deeply unconscious. Donut thankfully wasn’t there – gone to have a rendezvous with someone, he figured. Or to demand food from the Gnoll downstairs.

There was a visitor in his room. A man, although he couldn’t see whom. The face was shadowed, the visitor panting. He loomed over Carl’s form, lifting the sheets.

The man touched the unconscious Carl’s dick, and it twitched under his hand. The stranger gave a little moan, desperately.

Without a word, he pulled out his dick and placed it on Carl’s face.

Somehow he managed to feel even more mortified. Who was this?! How had he gotten into his bedroom?

What was going on??

The man pushed his dick into Carl’s mouth, and the sleeping man did not fight it. His soft lips wrapped around the man’s cock as he slowly thrust into his throat, stifling gentle moans the entire time.

Fucking Carl’s mouth, for the world to see.

The man didn’t take too long to cum, filling Carl with his seed. Cum dripped out from his lips, and he reflexively swallowed in his sleep.

“You look good like that,” Carix said, lowly. “Doesn’t he?” The crowd murmured in agreement.

The screen showed the man’s hand wandering to Carl’s cock, giving him a handjob using his own precum as lube. A finger pushed into his hole, curling in just the right position to make him moan and arch his back, still deep in sleep. He sounded so… pathetic. So desperate. Cumming all over himself in his sleep.

The stranger licked the cum off his muscular abdomen, sucking the remnants off his cock with another moan.

“Sorry,” They said, finally drawing away from him.

And just before they reached the door, their body changed back into a smaller figure’s.

It was Katia.

Oh my god, Carl thought. Katia was doing that to me while I slept? How-How many times…

“Oh hi Donut, I was just checking on Carl. Yeah, he was making weird noises in his sleep. I’d probably avoid him for now or he’ll keep you up.”

How could she?

“See?” Carix sneered. “Do any of your friends take you seriously? Do any of your followers actually respect you? After this, will any of them respect you again?”

He was mortified to find that his hand had already crept into his boxers. God, it was so, so tempting. He had already lost everything.

Carl’s dick was out. All pretense, all shame was gone. But the mortification wasn’t. He felt sickened by himself but he couldn’t stop. It was all too much – the images flashed in his mind as they replayed on the screen.

He moaned, biting his lip, touching himself.

“Why don’t you come over here so that the world can see?” Carix asked, in that same low tone.

What the fuck was he doing? He obeyed for some reason. He didn’t know why. He didn’t even know if this was real anymore. Perhaps it was just a nightmare.

But why was he so hard?

Carl couldn’t stop touching himself. He wanted to relive the moments from the screen. He knew that the world wanted to see him cum in real time, jerking himself for them after the show that they saw. Giving them all something to talk about.

He kept going, until Carix stood up from their chair and beckoned him closer.

To his horror and unexpected arousal, the robot body was endowed with a huge, animatronic dick.

At this point he had given up. His mind was blank, completely blown out with horniness.

Carl felt the robot bend him over the chair and begin to fuck him. It should have hurt, it should have been agonizing without lube, but he was so turned on that the pain felt good. His hard, massive erection bobbed with each thrust from the host behind him. God, why did it feel so good?

“How does it feel knowing that the entire universe is seeing you being fucked like a little bitch?” Carix hissed. Carl just moaned in response – he couldn’t control himself anymore.

“Touch yourself, whore.”

He didn’t need the command. He was already touching himself, jerking off to the rhythmic stimulation from behind. God, it was so big, it was in so deep, it felt so-

He nearly screamed when he came, so close to the crowd that he could feel it hitting someone in the front row (rip).

Artificial cum filled him from the robotic body. Carix pulled out and left him lying on the chair, shaking and still somehow hard.

“The hologram-” He slurred, his mind struggling to return.

“It works one way,” Carix winked. The fucking parasite winked at him.

“Thank you for helping me push down a rebellion before it arose, by the way,” The worm said, so that only he could hear it. “It’s hard to crush these things with violence. Makes them stronger. But humiliating their leader in front of the galaxy… that tends to make people lose respect for you. Sorry about the drug, by the way, I wanted to have an… explosive… finish.”

“Drug?” Carl suddenly felt as though he had been slapped.

Come to think of it, he remembered a strange feeling as he had been sitting there. As though he were losing control of his own body.

“Removes your inhibitions,” Carix sneered. “But not your… desires… You’re still a whore, but now everybody knows. You’re welcome, Carly boy.”

Of course. He never would have done any of that on live feed without some sort of stimulant.

Carl almost felt relieved…

… Were it not for the fact that he was still hard, stiffening once more with the thought of how he had just been utterly humiliated for everyone to see.

“Come back anytime,” Carix said. “Hopefully with new material… although I don’t think that anyone would mind watching a few reruns…”

The robot hand slapped him on the ass before it disappeared, leaving him furious, red-faced, and still painfully hard.

When he was alone again, his hand couldn’t help but return to his dick.

…Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to go again, just once more…