Slime-Slime Revelation

Finally Setesh was back under his control, set down on wobbly feet as he regained his balance. Sliker's nectar had done a good job of hazing over his mind so he couldn't think straight, not to mention the prominent bulge he was now sporting in his squares.

"You're still....a dick...." Setesh panted as he tried to spit any remnants of the fluid out, for what little good that would do.

Sliker laughed, Not much you can do about it now. Funny thing my nectar....it makes the drinker incredibly horny, and able to produce more juice for me to feed off of. But it also makes the victim more....susceptible to my suggestion. SO Setesh....let's make this fun for both of us....what drives you wild? I may be able to help with your little problem down there."

As he spoke, his hand ghosted over the prominent bulge in his opponent's shorts.

Setesh's body twitched when Sliker gently ghosted his hand over his bulge. The smallest corners of his mind shouted for him to resist, but as he looked into Sliker's eyes, the compulsion of the nectar seemed to win out. Sliker's words were honeyed and sounded so convincing, even if he knew logically they shouldn't be.

"Nghh.....I like...being bound..." he whispered out, as it was the best resistance he could muster. He raised his arm to try to punch, but it ended up meekly slapping Sliker's chest instead.

"ooooooh we got a kinky slime here don't we? What should I use to tie you up, my sexy slime?" Sliker asked, walking around his former opponent, gently tracing his hand across the defined muscles of Setesh's torso, ignoring the pathetic slap by the other. Whether tentacles or gym rope, it made no difference to Sliker.

Sliker's touch was electric as he traced his fingers across Setesh's chiseled slime chest, making him let out a sheepish moan. "Use the ropes...." he admitted in another low tone. Normally he would have no trouble discussing his kinks with someone, but Sliker's influence was having a troubling effect on him.

"I'll be right back then." Sliker whispered, taking Setesh's chin and turning it to the side so he could kiss him deeply. Sliker liked to enjoy himself with his prey, and this was icing on an already delectable cake.

Sliker left the ring for a moment, grabbing a few loops of gym rope, returning to the ring. When he entered Setesh's view, he gently pushed the slime into the corner, using the tentacles to loop the rope around Setesh, tightening them in order to cut off any escape. He took care to leave the important bits exposed, as it was almost time to feed. Sliker stepped up to the bound wrestler, leaning closer with a smirk, "Just think, if only you took up Jack on his offer instead of trying to pick a fight with me. A submissive spirit would have been much better in bed don't you think? Now you have to make do with me."

Setesh licked his lips idly when Sliker parted from him, feeling an odd sense of.....loneliness? But luckily for him, Sliker was not gone for long. He climbed back into the ring and pushed Setesh into a corner with his tentacles, making sure to tie his arms and legs down nice and tight. His chest rose and fell and the ropes creaked as he struggled somewhat.

"I prefer....a fair fight....and fuck" Setesh moaned as the nectar seemed to intensify the eroticism of his fetish.

"Oh don't worry, this shouldn't take long at all!" Sliker called, and a tentacle slithered down toward Setesh's nethers, yanking down the shorts to put the slime's impressive dick on full display. The tentacle slowly enveloped the member, before beginning to pulsate slowly. SLiker meanwhile, drew closer to his captive, gently massaging the other's toned and chiseled chest while licking his prisoners lips seductively.

Setesh let out a delicious moan as Sliker coaxed his length free from his shorts and enveloped it. The slow vibratory actions of the tentacle made Setesh squirm in a good way, arching his chest into Sliker's waiting, teasing hands. The buildup to this climax was one of the most indescribably pleasing things he'd ever experienced.

When Sliker teased his lips, Setesh tried to lean forward to kiss him but the ropes held him back, making him moan out a small teased whine.

Setesh arched his body forward, his body screaming for attention. Well then, since he needed it so badly....
Sliker increased the pressure and pace of the tentacles pulses, while he kissed Setesh deeply. "You make the cutest sounds when you are all bound and helpless, " he whispered, gently slapping his captive's cheek. His fingers traced over the sharp defined muscles of his slave, even moving behind to give the ass a good squeeze.