Folsom Street

by HopelessScribe

Summary:

Dan turned beet red, and Venom laughed delightly with its zipper mouth. Eddie licked his lips. He was picturing the three of them walking down the streets of San Francisco together, a dominatrix, her hulking sub covered head to toe in fetish wear, and the verse geek whose clothes said he had money wearing a matching wedding band to hers. Despite Venom’s size, everyone who saw them would know where Eddie lay in this pecking order. Maybe he was starting to get a little wet already.

Dan, Anne, Venom, and Eddie attend the Folsom Street Fair

Chapter 1

Eddie felt weird getting ready in Anne and Dan’s bedroom, because it consisted of taking everything off. That wasn’t exactly normal when he was preparing to go out. Once he’d set his boxers on top of his pile of not-quite-dirty laundry, Venom shot out from the surfaces of his feet and began spreading up Eddie’s body like he was being dipped in chocolate. Tacky klyntar flesh coated Eddie up along his legs, encasing his exposed cunt and ass, over his chest, and finally enveloped his head until he was seeing out of Venom’s eyes. He shivered and stretched his fingers, though none of it carried past Venom’s motor control.

Your body is offering us so many delicious hormones already, it rumbled excitedly.

Eddie knew he would be blushing if anyone could see it. It was true; he was on edge about what they were about to do, but he wasn’t wet or hard yet. 

Fucking hell, V, he scolded privately.

Venom chuckled and turned them to Anne’s vanity mirror. Now Eddie could see that it had shaped its face differently than usual. The white, opalescent, stretched-oval eyes were the same, but Venom’s iconic wide mouth stuffed with sharp teeth had been covered over by more black flesh. He had even designed a strange faux-zipper that went across where Eddie’s lips were hidden. 

Is that thing made from your teeth?!

Maybe.

And this time Eddie realized that Venom was still speaking to him in their head even though it was on the outside now. It had been gagged, so that Eddie could be gagged. Which meant that Venom was going to be more submissive than usual today, although Eddie suspected it wouldn’t hesitate to open that zipper mouth whenever it could getaway with civilians not noticing. 

“You boys ready yet?” Anne asked as she came out of the attached bathroom. 

She was wearing thigh high boots and matching black booty shorts, that for any other occasion she would have claimed were too young for her. Her thighs poofed out around the bottoms of the shorts but slipped smoothly into the tops of her boots. On top Anne wore a black button down that nipped in to emphasize her waist. Her loose, shiny blonde hair rested on her shoulders and teased a line down her collar to the where open buttons revealed the pushed up curve of her chest. 

Damn Annie …

Venom unzipped its mouth. “ We like it very much. ”

Anne giggled, demuring a little at their compliment. “I asked you a question,” she teased. “But you look ready enough. Like the new latex look, Venom.”

“Thank you! ”

“Have you seen Dan?”

“ No. ”

Anne went past them out into the rest of the apartment, and Venom followed. The three of them found Dan waiting on the couch scrolling on his phone, looking more or less the same as any other day. He had on his tightest, darkest pair of jeans, which wasn’t saying much, and a navy polo shirt. Peeking out from the small collar was a silver chain with a ring at the center, 1 inch in diameter. It was smack dab in the middle in the range of how obvious a collar could be for casual wear, and it had been a wedding present from Anne to Dan on their wedding night. 

“Wow,” Dan said when he looked up at them. “I’m gonna stick out like a sore thumb next to you two.”

“On the contrary, baby,” Anne teased. “Everybody there is gonna know exactly what kind of kinkster you are.”

Dan turned beet red, and Venom laughed delightly with its zipper mouth. Eddie licked his lips. He was picturing the three of them walking down the streets of San Francisco together, a dominatrix, her hulking sub covered head to toe in fetish wear, and the verse geek whose clothes said he had money wearing a matching wedding band to hers. Despite Venom’s size, everyone who saw them would know where Eddie lay in this pecking order. Maybe he was starting to get a little wet already. 

“Everyone ready? I’m dying for some ice cream,” Dan said, getting to his feet. 

“Ice cream?” Anne laughed. “We’re heading to the Folsom street fair for our first time wearing any kind of gear, and you’re looking forward to the ice cream ?”

“What, it’s hot out,” Dan shrugged, yet grinning cheekily. 

“ Chocolate ice cream is worth the brain freeze, ” Venom declared. 

“Okay, before we step outside I’m gonna need a color from all three of you,” Anne said seriously. “I know this is a special event with special circumstances and there are no plans for any erotic play until we get back home, but that’s kinda part of it all too. So I will be checking in with you periodically, and a red will mean we go home immediately.”

“ We can carry you both back home very fast if Dan soils himself at the sight of us getting whipped in public. ”

“Hey!”

Anne laughed.

Eddie took a slow inhale and rolled his eyes back as he tried to cope with all those mental images. 

“I’ll let you know if we need that particular service, Venom,” Anne said. “For now, color?”

“ Green! ”

“Eddie?” she asked, squinting past Venom as much as she could. 

“G-green,” he stuttered. 

“Dan?”

“Very green, my love.”

“Excellent. Me too. Got the backpack Venom?”

“ Yeah! ” 

Venom shot a tendril out to pick up their pack of supplies and carry it to itself. It wouldn’t have really fit over Venom’s hulking shoulders, so it positioned the backpack as if it was wearing it but with the straps pinned beneath it. A thousand tiny tendrils and tacky flesh fixed the backpack in place without calling attention to themselves. 

Anne led them all outside, and Eddie was helplessly dragged out into broad fucking daylight. Not against his will, but against his better judgement. It felt just dirty to be naked beneath Venom as they strode down the sidewalk. They had been wrapped up together like this countless times in private, almost always for an erotic reason. (Or before or after an erotic reason.) But when they were out in public all “suited-up” and out it was because they were skulking around dark corners, eating fucked up venture capitalists, Eddie was always fully clothed underneath Venom’s exo-goo. 

It was just strange to mix the two experiences. Eddie’s body didn’t know what to expect. Were they going to be fighting or fucking? His mind new neither, not until they got home anyway, but there were mixed signals of each. That wasn’t about to change. Eddie had been to the Folsom Street Fair before only once with Anne and knew that there would be plenty of scenes performed to keep confusing his hindbrain all damn day long.

Venom had never been to anything like this, of course. It was a rare event even on Earth, particularly for happening on the city streets instead of some secluded conference space where no one who didn’t know about it had to know it even existed. The klyntar had learned about kink and BDSM etiquette primarily from Anne, and Dan a bit too. Eddie…had failed to educate his symbiote on the finer points until after they had “nearly destroyed his entire relationship with an unhealthy lack of boundaries and zero communication”. Anne’s words. 

Venom had read and watched a lot of online resources in the months since then, but none of that compared to meeting and talking with people who were into the same sorts of things. A person needed to know they weren’t the only freak who thought about getting throat-fucked so good they can’t breathe. …Even if Eddie could push himself considerably further in that domain than any other human.

Venom’s excitement thrummed through Eddie’s veins as they reached the bus stop. Humiliatingly, there were two other people already waiting at the stop, and neither of them was wearing a trace of fetish gear. Eddie was tense and bright red, tucked away inside his alien lover, once again hyper-aware that there was nothing between his bare skin and the outside world besides Venom. 

He watched through Venom’s eyes as a teenager eyed them mildly over the top of his phone. The older woman sitting on the bus stop bench smiled politely at Anne and told her she envied her courage and stamina wearing “those nice heeled boots”. Eddie sweated and cringed while the two of them chatted idly about women’s fashion until the bus arrived. No place like San Francisco.

The three of them went to the back of the MUNI bus where Venom could sit on a side-facing seat next to Dan. Anne stayed standing, smirking down at her strange collection of playthings as the bus swayed and bumped along. 

This was the worst part, Eddie knew. People on the bus were letting their eyes linger more than he had noticed on the streets. Venom’s keen hearing picked up on a conversation a couple rows towards the front of them. It sounded like one friend telling the other she thought the gaggle of weirdos had to be heading to Folsom St. Eddie didn’t know if a stranger’s understanding of what they were up to made the whole thing better or worse. 

Hey, Eddie, Venom whispered to him in their mind. Nobody is freaking out that we are alien.

Yeah. Yeah, but don’t get too excited, buddy, he replied gently out of reflex, trying to manage his own buzzing anxiety. 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, it grumbled. But people thinking we are big giant freaky humans and judging us is not the same as killing us or sticking us in a lab because we are an alien.

Eddie grunted silently. He hated when Venom made good points. Anyway, renegotiating how much Venom was allowed to come out in public was not something Eddie was capable off right now, and thankfully it let the conversation go. No doubt it had anticipated the way the suggestion would rattle around in Eddie’s brain as they deboarded the bus and walked the last couple of blocks to the fair, letting their gaze linger on anyone who took the time to star at Venom’s impressive mass. Even though anxiety occupied Eddie’s thoughts, there was too much else going on for it to overtake him.

Then, stepping into the crowds as one of many had an immediate soothing effect on Eddie’s mind. Finally he was surrounded by people dressed just as crazy as he was—not accounting for the sentient alien bondage suit thing. Soon they were surrounded with more people dressed like Anne than Dan. Leather and latex was everywhere. The only thing more abundant was skin. Bright colors of the occasional furry popped up now and then, fluffy ears peeking up over the see of heads. Not everyone was in gear, but it was certainly a majority, more than Eddie remembered from the year he’d come before. 

“Whoa! That’s the biggest guy I’ve ever seen in latex!” some clearly tipsy dude said, staring up at Venom in amazement as they passed him by. 

“Shut up, Matt, don’t be closed-minded,” the guy with him scolded.

“What? That guy’s giant!”

“Giant people can wear bondage suits!”

Eddie snicked to himself as their conversation faded out of hearing range, overtaken by hundreds of others all around them. He could feel Venom’s mirth too.

Told you.

Shut up, V , he replied affectionately. 

But it was right; they were safe. Truth be told, Eddie was riding a wild high. There were so many things at play, and he hadn’t even anticipated them all—especially not how they would effect him. Less than an hour ago he was horrified about being Venom in broad daylight and hopelessly turned on about being naked within Venom in broad daylight. Now the fear was burning away and leaving behind a powerful exhilaration. It was like the early days of their bond, after Eddie stopped being so scared shitless by Venom’s very existence and was able to enjoy how incredible it felt to scale buildings and rip apart Carlton Drake.

Except for one cruel twist: Venom was just walking calmly through a bustling crowd of kinksters and taking it all in. The longer they meandered through the scene, the more antsy Eddie felt unable to do anything with the wild blend of emotions he was experiencing. He was thrumming with a familiar need that wasn’t exactly sexual, and he had no means of fulfilling it. Venom knew—half the feeling was its own—but it couldn’t speak to anyone else without blowing their cover. It would communicate a safeword to Anne if Eddie needed it to, but for now he was fine. Even though it was the root of so much of his overwhelm, being hidden away within Venom helped keep Eddie grounded.

There were places in the fair grounds where some kinds of play could happen, but they had agreed not to use them. Eddie just wasn’t comfortable with the risks of letting go where Venom could be clocked for what it was. No matter how much Venom insisted it was capable of ultimate self-control, the others had agreed and reminded the klyntar that everyone had to consent in order for them to do something together.

Venom carried Eddie down the street along a row of vendor tents. It paused in front of a leatherworker’s stall and raised an oversized but notably clawless hand to the mannequin in front. Anne stepped up beside them and swatted at their wrist. 

“Look, don’t touch,” she scolded, sending a ripple down Eddie’s spine. 

Venom pouted, and Eddie wondered how expressive it was from the outside, or if the emotion was only for him to savor. The craftsperson came up to Anne and started boasting about where they sourced their various kinds of leather and other features of the products, but Eddie tuned them out. He was starting to feel floaty and relaxed, his mind overwhelmed by that on-edge feeling that set him alight when they arrived. 

We do not need these pathetic straps , Venom boasted to him. We are a far superior restraint mechanism!

You bet, buddy .

We can hold down Eddie and Dan at the same time! We can take their breath and breathe for them!

It constricted Eddie slightly for emphasis as it spoke, and the tease tipped Eddie the rest of the way into surrender. He didn’t bother to reply even mentally with any coherent words. Grunts and emotions were enough for Venom anyway, especially when all it wanted was to be agreed with. Sure enough, Anne guided them onto the next stall without buying anything, and they continued surveying everything the fair had to offer. 

Dan spotted a collection of bite paddles in various shapes and sizes in the back corner of one booth and drooled over them for ages before Anne encouraged him to buy one. Venom complained about that too, and Eddie just barely found the strength to talk them down from physically demonstrating their ability to meet this need. Dan wanted to use the paddle, not be hit with one, he reminded his lover. It wasn’t the same when Venom was the one actually in control of the impact. 

Not long after that, Venom went rigid with intense interest as its eyes locked on one of the event stages. Small platforms had held up individual go-go dancers the whole way down the block, but at the end there was a small stage just big enough for a rigging frame and two people. Somebody was getting strung up with bright red ropes. Their harness was complete, and the rigger had just looped them through the structure to begin to lift them up from the stage.

Jealous, buddy? Eddie asked, his thoughts syrupy and slow. 

The word is envious , Eddie, it scoffed. And no, we can do much better.

The claim was undercut by the way Venom lingered as Anne moved onto the next stall. It couldn’t hide from Eddie the way its eyes roamed every line of red rope as the person on stage was elevated inch by inch. It occurred to Eddie that as much as Venom had tossed him around during their months of rigorous play it had never rigged him up like that before. Now the idea was definitely taking root, and it made him shiver and sink deeper into that relaxed, electric state of mind. 

An undeterminable quantity of minutes later, a voice snapped Eddie out of his humming thoughts. “Eddie! Come on!” It was Anne, talking to Venom really, but trying to keep them under cover. 

Venom turned, and Eddie could see that she and Dan had gotten ahead of them. If Venom wasn’t so tall, it would have been hard to spot them in the dense crowd. His partner said nothing and steered them through the bodies separating them from Anne, but on some level Eddie knew its thoughts were still on the suspended body on stage. 

Eddie didn’t pay much attention to what Anne and Dan were up to for a while. He lost himself in Venom’s embrace, riding the rhythm of its footsteps and indulging in not having to do or think about anything at all. It usually took him a lot to get like that, often some kind of restraint or pain or both. Now he was simply held and carried, restrained in a much more gentle way with no one to talk to but his eternal companion. 

His attention was stirred to the surface again when Venom got excited about something. Or, more accurately, it got deeply curious about a strange new human thing. Eddie focused on what he could see through its eyes and realized that they had ended up at the bootblacking station. There was a set up of three shoe shining chairs and a team of a couple guys in leather manning it. They were equipped with a wide array of supplies and looked to be welcoming curious people into trying something new rather than just demonstrating.

There was an older bear in one of the chairs, decked out in tight leather pants, boots, gloves, hat, and a vest covering his otherwise bare, hairy torso. At his feet was a younger man dressed in pup gear, a tail strapped at the small of his back. He held a rag and some polish and was working furiously at the instruction of one of the attendants. The bear getting his boots blacked looked enthralled with what was happening, as if this was opening up a whole new world for his partner that he had been craving all his life. 

“Interested in bootblacking?” another man with a rag asked Anne, twisting it in his hands suggestively. 

A prickle of offense rushed through Venom that the man had chosen to address Anne instead of them, but it kept quiet. Eddie was amused by its reluctant and frustrated position pretending to be more submissive than it actually was, but they all knew the chance to be entirely out in public was worth it to Venom. 

Anne glanced down at herself, her boots in perfectly fine condition as they almost never got worn. They weren’t even really leather, not even fake leather. Eddie didn’t know what the heck they were. Anne glanced at Dan first, who stood behind her looking nervous. “Whaddya think, baby? You wanna be good for me?”

“I–I dunno,” he demurred, scratching the back of his neck. “Maybe– Not in public, I think.”

“No worries,” the attendant said breezily. “I could give you a demonstration that you might take back home,” he offered instead. 

Anne bit her lip and looked up at Venom instead, whose head was still angled a bit towards the bear and his pup. “What about you, Eddie? Wanna show Dan how its done?”

Venom snapped its attention towards her. Eddie felt it thinking, weighing the options. In the end, the fascination with human customs won out over the indignity of submitting to Anne. It nodded enthusiastically, and Anne grinned from ear to ear.

“Excellent! You good with that, baby?” she asked, swaying closer to Dan. “Color?”

“Green, go for it, honey,” he answered easily.

 “Alright. Could you show my partner here what’s what?” she asked the man holding the rag.

The man looked Venom up and down, impressed by something about them. Probably that Anne had collared a guy this big. “Absolutely, ma’am. My name’s Rusty. Do you wanna hop up on this chair here?”

“Sure, Rusty. Nice to meet you. I’m Anne. And you can call him Eddie.”

“Lovely.” 

He offered a hand to Anne as she stepped into a chair on the opposite end from the bear and settled into place. Dan moved out of the way of the view of the crowd, lingering near the table of supplies and looking like he was worried about being in the way. 

“Does Eddie need a pad to kneel on?” Rusty asked Anne from the supply table.

“Oh no,” Anne replied dismissively. “He’s tough.”

“Wonderful! Okay, c’mere, Eddie. You can kneel down at your lady’s feet and we’ll show you what’s what.”

Venom obliged, which amused Eddie to no end. Having his name be the one in use was a little confusing because it made Eddie feel like he was actually the one serving Anne. But Venom was the one doing the work. Was Venom merely a vessel for Eddie, or was Eddie its prisoner? He didn’t really know, and he didn’t care to worry about it. 

Anne looked down at them and whispered, “I need a color, V. Tap for me. Once for each of you.”

Venom quickly tapped Anne’s ankle once, signalling green, then it paused. Eddie?

Green. Have fun, you freak.

It is you who is the freak , it snapped back as it passed Eddie’s word along to Anne. 

Rusty showed Anne how to sit and angle her boots. He explained to her which materials he’d grabbed given what her shoes were made of, which Eddie thoroughly tuned out. He could tell that Venom was paying closer attention, but its focus was divided among so many factors that Eddie didn’t care to sort them all out. To him this activity was just an excuse to kneel at Anne’s feet and worship the ground she walked on. That, and he didn’t expect they’d ever do this again. 

Once Venom had been taught how to dab the liquid onto Anne’s shoes and how to handle the rag, it set to work with intense focus. It wanted to do everything perfectly, less so in service of Anne and more because Venom loved mastering human rituals. Rusty complimented their work with ample praise—and Anne’s permission—and Eddie felt wet and melty from it all. It wasn’t him doing the bootblacking, but he took at as praise of his submission, whether Anne meant it that way or not. It was hard not to while they were using his name. 

Venom glanced at the other couple when the pup got to his feet, and Eddie noticed the pup’s erection trapped in his thong. Nobody commented on it, but Eddie heard the attendant working with them compliment his handler on his dedication to his work. The bear agreed and rubbed circles into his pup’s back with a gentle gloved palm. 

Eddie craved that touch. He was held thoroughly by Venom but in a way that felt as natural as his own skin. Not like the press of Anne’s hands or the bite of Dan’s nails. 

Venom was incredibly thorough in its work, not leaving a millimeter of Anne’s boot untouched. It polished its way up her shin, hugging the curves of her calf, until it reached her knee. Then Venom paused and looked up at Anne. She was smiling at them, looking regal and confident on her throne.

“Go on, baby, finish what you started,” she encouraged, sliding her hips forward to the edge of the seat so that Venom could reach around her thigh.

The sound of the crowd around them was a distant buzz. If Eddie focused, he could eavesdrop on Rusty chatting with Dan. Dan was asking something about leather care that was far too boring to hold Eddie’s attention. 

His hands moved according to Venom’s will as they polished Anne’s boots, but Eddie drifted as if he was somewhere else. He didn’t completely detach from where he was and what he was doing—words and phrases broke through every so often—but his mind wandered without direction.

Eddie was strangely comforted by all the noise and bustle of bodies around them, even though he should have been terrified or humiliated or both. Maybe it was thanks to Venom or Anne, or maybe he was losing his edge, or maybe it was just that this whole place was a pure, unadulterated antidote to those things. 

When Venom reached the top of Anne’s second boot, she rewarded them by laying her palm on the top of their head. “Good work, Eddie,” she purred. “Did you enjoy that?”

Venom looked up at her and tilted their head, and Eddie could feel the speed of its thoughts and the flickering of many emotions. The klyntar was always a pedantic little shit about word choice. Finally it nodded, and Anne’s smile glowed. Venom got to its feet and rolled their shoulders, cracked their neck. Eddie hummed with satisfaction at the feeling. 

Dan gave Anne a steadying hand as she stepped down from the chair. “Can we get ice cream now?”

Anne laughed. “Sure, love. You’ve been very patient.” 

Dan smiled and accepted a kiss from his wife. “Yes!”

Venom fell in behind them both as they said their thank yous and goodbyes to Rusty and reentered the crowd. Eddie floated along, riding within Venom’s embrace like a leaf floating on a stream. 

Chapter 2

Eddie was beginning to get cranky by the time they made it back to Anne and Dan’s apartment. The bus ride had gradually pulled him out of that nice, floaty headspace and reminded Eddie of all his reasons for feeling antsy. The pleasant din of the crowd was replaced with the sound of engines, crosswalks, and sporadic changes in volume of various nearby conversations. The smells of festival food, beer, and hot leather were overtaken by stale urine and motor oil. Wrapped up in Venom, Eddie was most able to disassociate from his sense of sight, but every so often a mirror or window would catch the setting sun and make him hiss like a cat.

Dan held the door open for Anne and Venom both. They followed Anne inside and watched her flop onto the couch, kicking her feet out. 

“Okay, which one of you is giving me a foot rub?” she asked tiredly.

“ We already did that, ” Venom reminded her proudly, discarding its zipper mouth for the naturally wide array of teeth. 

“I got you, babe,” Dan answered, coming to kneel at her feet. 

“Thanks, sweetie. Hey, V, can you please let Eddie out,” Anne begged poutily. “I miss those sad puppy eyes of his.”

Venom chuckled darkly as it spread its face open down the center to reveal Eddie’s. He glared at her with his own face and grumbled, “I’m not a sad puppy.”

Anne laughed. “You’re making my argument for me. How you doin’, Eddie? You edged into oblivion, or burnt out, or what?”

“Uh, I don’t– Kinda– Well, er…”

“ He’s grumpy, ” Venom asserted, now a second head on Eddie’s shoulder.

Eddie’s mouth dropped open, and he stammered for a while as Anne giggled. Dan was busy taking off her second boot, but Eddie could see the smile in his profile. 

“Does he need a nap or an orgasm?” Anne asked teasingly as if Eddie wasn’t in the room. 

“Hey, fuck you, okay?” he blurted, a little surprised by his own irritability. 

“ Both, ” said Venom confidently. “ But not yet. ”

Anne raised her eyebrows curiously. “Oh?”

“ We will be in the bedroom! ” it announced, then pivoted on its feet and left the others behind. 

“Whoa, hey! Buddy, what the fuck’s goin’ on?”

“ We know what you need, Eddie. ”

“We do?” If that royal plural was meant to include him, Eddie was not so sure he knew what he needed. Especially if it wasn’t a nap. 

“ You are a plain and easy person to read, ” Venom asserted. “ ...And we are eager. ”

“Oh jesus…”

Venom jumped forward retreated into Eddie quickly, effectively throwing him bodily into the center of the king bed. Eddie’s breath left him in a punched-out “oof”, and he tried to roll himself into a comfortable position. It was strange being suddenly reminded of just how naked he was—and had been all day long. Eddie wasn’t turned on at the moment, and the uncertainty of Venom’s plans made him feel vulnerable. 

“The fuck are you doin’?”

A black tendril shot out of the sole of one of his feet and went rummaging in Dan’s side of the closet. It returned seconds later with a pull-up bar and started fastening it in place in the open doorway. 

“Okay, V, seriously. What the fuck .”

“ Patience, Eddie. ”

Venom appeared at his side, emerging from his ribcage with that wicked grin and an expression in its eyes that Eddie could tie to a faint sense of giddy anticipation in the back of his mind. Tendrils snaked out from the backs of his knees of all places, growing longer and longer and hovering in the space above him. This wasn’t Venom’s usual style. It kept its body close to his and never grew beyond what it needed for any given activity. It could boast and posture like the best of them, but if it was trying to intimidate or excite Eddie with the shape and size of something it intended to fuck him with, it was being way too obtuse about it. Eddie was just confused.

He squirmed, growing more agitated the longer Venom withheld answers. He thought about using a safeword to make it answer him, but he knew Venom wasn’t going to be able to keep a secret for long. So Eddie held his tongue for the moment, bracing for the unexpected. 

Then, suddenly, Venom shot the ends of both of its tendrils back towards Eddie’s thighs. They wound around him in a snug embrace, quickly looping all the way around and then stretching up to his hips. The ends wound around each other at his waist and then glided back down to loop through the bands above his knees. 

Eddie watched in fascination, propped up on his elbows as Venom continued winding around his hips, this time cradling his ass. It was making a harness, he realized, almost like a shibari pattern or something. He remembered the scene they’d witnessed on the play stage, and everything clicked. 

“I knew you were jealous of the shibari people!” 

“ Not jealous , Eddie, ” it snarled impatiently. “ Never jealous. We have simply been dying to do this all day long. Both of us. ”

“Speak for yourself, buddy.”

“ You want to be restrained. All day you have craved being bound and given something to strain against until you have to give in to the fact that you are stuck, good and fast, ” it asserted. 

“I–” 

Eddie paused and realized that as his partner’s tendrils snaked up across his chest, looping and knotting under his armpits, he couldn’t honestly say Venom was wrong. Whenever Venom tied him up or held him down it was purpose-driven, usually in service of some other act. Seeing as it had the ability to halt and control all of Eddie’s movement without extending outside of his body, there had never been a reason for them to play with this kind of bondage before. 

However, it was doing the trick. Venom was right that he had been craving some kind of rough play or restraint for hours, but he had thought the impulse was past him. The trickle of relief and calm that seeped into him as Venom wound its way across his chest proved otherwise. His partner held true to what it had told Anne and ignored his cunt and ass as it worked. It didn’t stuff his mouth full, or blindfold him, or tease him with light grazing touches to his neck or chest. 

When Eddie was wrapped in a harness that went from his knees to his neck, Venom tightened off the slack and then let those tendrils rest in place. It sent out more from Eddie’s elbows and forced his forearms together. Eddie gasped with surprise and then watched as Venom bound him to himself from wrist to elbow. 

“Did you study a shibari textbook when I wasn’t looking?” Eddie asked, perplexed by how decent the klyntar’s improvised ropework was.

“ The fair was very educational, ” it answered cryptically. “ Do you wish to be upside down? ”

“Wha?”

A series of strong tentacles emerged from Eddie’s back and lifted him up from the bed. Venom carried him towards the bedroom door, and he suddenly remembered the pull-up bar. He understood now and felt like an idiot for being so slow. Venom held him before the bar, just a foot or two below it, and waited for his answer. 

“Uh, put me face up,” he said, his voice coming out more of a whisper than he’d intended. 

Venom reached new appendages from the center of his hip harness, chest harness, and wrists, as if the rope itself could grow new limbs. They reached up and looped around both hand holds of the pull-up bar. Once Venom was satisfied with its grip, it removed the supporting tentacles from beneath Eddie and let the bar take all of their weight. 

There was a slight tightening of the bonds around his back and undercarriage as gravity took full effect, and Eddie hummed at the pleasant feeling of suspension. Venom’s face loomed at his side, watching him excitedly, but it stayed quiet. It let Eddie sink into its embrace, as if they both were exploring this new sensation for a moment. 

It had been a long time since anyone had tied him up in this fashion, and he’d never been fully suspended like this before. Eddie was a big enough guy that that took some doing, and the opportunity had never arisen. It was nice, really nice. Venom’s tendrils bit into him, but the pressure was dull. Nothing pinched or rubbed. There was only a persistent ache, his muscles protesting that they might be bruised if he made them sit with this for too long. But Eddie didn’t mind bruises. 

He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, relaxing his neck until his crown was dangling towards the carpet. Blood slowly rushed to his head, giving Eddie that swelling feeling at his temples. He breathed deeply through his nose and let the feeling wash over him. Venom had been right; this was exactly what he needed after a crazy day. It stayed quiet, simply observing him as they hung together in Anne’s bedroom doorway, and Eddie was silently grateful for the moment of peace.

It was strange that his bonds were made of his partner. That was far from unusual or novel for them of course, but it felt more intimate this time than Eddie expected. He had always loved when Venom held him down and fucked him, shut him up, or forced him to watch one of their other partners get all the attention. This was different. Eddie didn’t strain against his bonds; gravity gave him all the pressure he craved on its own. The touch of his lover on his bare skin wasn’t making him wet, and his mind wasn’t full of anticipation about where this would lead. The world was reduced down to just the safe embrace of Venom’s body keeping them both in perfect balance.

“Eddie?”

He nearly jumped out of his skin at the sound of Anne’s voice.

“Venom? What are you two up to?”

Eddie jerked his chin up, and the sudden movement sent his head spinning. Anne was standing in the narrow hallway, half undressed, staring at them bemusedly. Dan hovered behind her with flushed cheeks and his shirt unbuttoned. They obviously hadn’t expected to find an obstruction made out of the suspended bodies of their lovers blocking them from their marital bed. 

“Er, sorry,” Eddie murmured guiltily. He had the distinct feeling that he was supposed to be cradled in Venom’s embrace on the turned-down bed with a tendril down his throat right now.

“ We are doing rope suspension, ” Venom informed them proudly.

“I can see that,” Anne chuckled. “Looks…well, actually it’s kind of gorgeous.”

“Mhm,” Dan agreed with an eager nod. “Not how I expect to find the pair of you, but don’t stop on my account.”

“I mean…I would like to get into the bedroom,” Anne winced.

Venom shortened the tentacles holding them to the pull-up bar, providing a few more inches of space for Anne and Dan to duck under them. Anne hesitated, but Dan gave her an encouraging nudge, and she stopped to crouch beneath the grown-ass man hanging from her doorway. Dan shamelessly got down to crawl on his hands and knees behind her.

Eddie turned his gaze to follow Anne and watched Dan crawl up to her bare legs as she lounged on the edge of the bed. Dan didn’t wait for instruction or hesitate in deference of their suspended voyeurs. He started kissing the inside of Anne’s knee and mouthing his way up her inner thigh until he could pull down her shorts and underwear to make way for his lips to meet with their target. Anne ran a hand through his hair as he settled into place and slumped backward onto her elbow. Her hazy gaze drifted to Eddie and Venom, and they smiled at each other. 

Eddie took a deep breath and let his head dangle again on his exhale. It was hard to keep his eyes open as the blood settled in his head. The soft sounds of Dan eating Anne out added something to the atmosphere of resting in Venom’s embrace. Eddie’s skin prickled, and heat began gathering between his bound thighs. Every time he managed to open his eyes enough to see more than a colorful blur, he saw Anne watching them, her mouth hanging open as she rode out the pleasure Dan gave her. 

Venom didn’t react…outwardly, but Eddie could feel it getting excited by what it was seeing—and probably also the hormones Eddie had begun to feed it. The issue came to a head as Anne approached orgasm, her moans turning into high, nasally gasps. Eddie could feel Venom’s almost involuntary pull in her direction at the promise of all that phenethylamine. The heat between his legs was feeling more humid. 

Dan built Anne up to a scream, and then she fell silent as she came. She took a breath like she was about to dive underwater, and then the sound of fingers fucking into her and the bed frame creaking as she shook filled the place of her moans. It wasn’t until Anne sighed with relief and fell backward that Eddie realized his thighs were tensed and clenched together. He tried to relax them and found himself squirming with need against Venom’s bonds. 

“ Ready for our turn? ” Venom asked him with a soft growl.

Eddie let out a sound of hesitation as he lifted his heavy head and looked down at himself. His skin was flushed and puffy around the tendrils that were taking most of his weight. The ache of pressure had been sent to the back of his awareness, but Eddie wasn’t sure how he would feel about all of that during a vigorous fuck. He loved a bit of pain, but he especially wasn’t interested in losing skin from the friction of such a tight grip rocking against him. Then, again, maybe Venom could manage to hold them both still while it filled him. …Or secret some kind of lubricant?

“You boys want help?” Dan asked.

He had gotten to his feet and undressed down to his underwear, cock bulging through his y-front. Anne lounged naked on the bed catching her breath, her legs spread invitingly. It was hard to believe that Dan would leave her like that in favor of playing with the freaks suspended from a pull-up bar. 

“I…maybe?” he answered, frustrated with his own muddled uncertainty. 

“ Eddie isn’t sure if he wants to get down first ,” Venom explained kindly. 

“Oi, I thought you weren’t a mind-reader,” Eddie snapped peevishly. 

“ Stupid Eddie. We can feel your hesitation, and we are not a big giant idiot. ”

“Ah, there’s that award winning communication,” Anne teased dryly. 

“Eddie, do you want me to fuck you?” Dan asked in a sultry tone of voice, wearing a crooked grin.

He tried to say “yes” but it came out garbled and breathy. His vigorous nodding seemed to satisfy Dan though, who placed his palms gently on the outside of Eddie’s turned up thighs and started to rub soothingly along his stressed skin.

“Do you want me to fuck you in that nice soft bed, next to Anne?” Dan inquired breathily. “Or would you rather use Venom as a sex swing?”

Eddie groaned and shut his eyes, mind swimming with uncertainty. The image of smacking into Dan’s hips and swaying rapidly in the doorway all tangled in Venom was stupidly hot, but he wasn’t sure he was up for it tonight. 

“One question at a time, love,” Anne scolded. “You’re overloading him.”

“Sorry. Do you want to go to the bed, Eddie?”

He nodded, whimpering pathetically. 

“Alright, love. V, can you help me out here?”

“ Gladly .”

Dan stepped closer and guided Eddie’s thighs around his waist. He cradled Eddie’s ribs and, together with Venom’s assistance, pulled Eddie upright into a hug. Venom snaked several tendrils around Dan, securing Eddie to him with continuous loops of himself. Eddie’s head swam as Venom lifted his arms and freed the bonds that went to his elbows. His wrists stayed bound, but Eddie found himself holding Dan around the neck and able to bury his face in Dan’s skin unimpeded. 

Somewhere along the way Venom let go of the pull up bar, and Dan began to carry them both to the bed. Venom was no doubt helping him keep his center of balance and support Eddie’s weight, but being so handily carried by Dan made Eddie wet for him. 

“Look at my big strong husband,” Anne purred as he set Eddie down on his back. 

Dan laughed sheepishly, his face bright pink when he pulled back and ducked out of the loop of Eddie’s arms. Venom unwound from Dan’s body but left Eddie’s bonds as they were. It frustrated Eddie that he couldn’t wrap his arms around his lover. Dan knelt back instead and idly stroked his neglected cock, now free from his underwear.

“Pass a condom, love?”

“You got it,” Anne agreed enthusiastically. She fetched one from the bedside table and tossed it to him. 

“Thanks.”

As Dan tore it open and slipped it on, Anne shuffled around on the bed above Eddie. Her feet bracketed his shoulders, and he felt the bed dip with her weight behind his head. Eddie reached for Dan as he returned and lined himself up, wanting nothing more than to feel his lover’s full weight atop him, but Venom wrestled him back. It wrenched Eddie’s arms above him, knocking them into Anne’s legs. 

“Hey, c’mon, V,” he complained, but he could already tell he was fighting a losing battle. 

Dan’s gaze was leveled past Eddie’s head as he stared, forgetful of his cockhead cradled between the dripping folds of Eddie’s cunt. The soft gasp above him confirmed that Venom was stretching from Eddie’s wrist cuffs to wrap around Anne. There was a sharp shift and then Eddie felt Anne’s damp heat against his knuckles. 

“What’re you staring at?” Anne said to her husband, too breathy to have the edge of command she was going for. “Don’t leave Eddie hanging.”

Dan blinked and came back to himself. “Fuck,” he breathed. 

He licked his lips and slid his hips forward, filling Eddie in one long, even thrust. Eddie arched into him. He tried to use the movement to glance up at Anne, but all he could see were her knees pointed skyward. Dan laid himself down, and Eddie moaned with relief. 

Dan’s weight reminded him of Venom’s tendrils around his skin. The stood out in firm relief between the gentle give of muscle and fat. Eddie loved it. He strained against the loops of Venom connecting him to Anne, trying again to hold Dan down, but the effort was in vain. Dan smiled and kissed Eddie’s jaw, chuckling a little under his breath. 

He pulled his hips back and started to fuck Eddie properly. The rhythm was slow and fluid, painfully syrupy sweet. Eddie groaned and writhed, somehow both thrilled with satisfaction and frustrated by all-consuming need. His lips found Dan’s and kissed him hungrily, trying to pull his lover closer with lips and teeth. 

Dan resisted his entreaty for more, languidly making love to him instead of giving him that pussy-pounding he’d promised. Just because Eddie had chosen the bed didn’t mean wasn’t in the mood to get railed. But he couldn’t bring himself to actually complain when Dan knew just how to tease his g-spot. 

The wet sounds of their kissing were matched by the sound of Venom’s tendrils toying with Anne’s cunt. Eddie could picture what was happening behind him, having seen and experienced it himself countless times. Anne liked her clit to be rapidly flicked about by a tiny tendril, but they all knew she wouldn’t come from it until she had something thick to clench around. 

Both Anne and Eddie got noisier and tenser as they seconds flashed by. Her ankles began to brace against his shoulders, and Eddie could tell Venom was forcing her knees to stay open. Dan glanced up at her now and again, and every time he caught Eddie’s eye he gave him a dazzling, lopsided grin. 

Eddie was getting keyed up now, but this gentle stuff wasn’t going to put him over the edge on its own. Knowing that Dan was well aware of this, Eddie wasn’t ready to start begging yet. He struggled, and moaned, and made his desperation known, comforted that he wasn’t the only one. Anne’s breathing had gotten shallow and quick, and her heels had begun to dig into Eddie’s armpits. 

“Wait,” she gasped, “V, not yet! Wait.”

“Everything okay, love?” Dan asked, lifting his lips from Eddie’s neck. “Color?”

“Green, I just– I wanna come when you do,” she panted. “Can you do that for me, V?”

“Certainly, ” Venom purred, its deep voice at Eddie’s ear making him shiver and whine. 

The married couple shared a smile over Eddie’s head, and then Dan returned his focus to Eddie. He kissed Eddie soundly, sucking his lower lip into his mouth, then pulled his hips back very slowly. Dan paused with his cockhead catching on Eddie’s entrance, and Eddie knew he was about to get what he needed. He whimpered in eager anticipation, cock throbbing between their hips. 

Dan bit Eddie’s lip and slammed his hips forward. He felt the impact on his cervix, a powerful ache echoing underneath the bright taste of blood on his lip. Dan moaned with delight at the sound of Eddie’s punched out cry and dragged his cock out just as slowly as before. The next thrust made Eddie keen. He didn’t have anything to dig his nails into, and then Venom gushed out of his skin to give him something to grip. 

I love you .

We know.

Dan kept gnawing on Eddie’s jaw as he slammed his hips into Eddie’s cock, and his cock into Eddie’s cervix. It was so much. It was perfect. Struggle as he did, Eddie couldn’t get an inch of leeway. He dug his heels into the bed as he forced his hips up into Dan’s on his every retreat. Dan tilted his weight into his left elbow so he could steady Eddie’s hip with his right hand and keep him in line. 

“ Fuck ,” Dan gasped. “Gimme a chance here, Eddie.”

He wasn’t given the time to reply. As hard as it was to bear, the added space between them made Dan’s impact on his cock all the sweeter. Eddie could feel himself gearing up to explode, and every thrust seemed like it would be the one. 

“ Yes! ” he whined through his teeth each time Dan plowed into him. “Yes! Yes! ”

Anne was scrabbling just as hard as he was, her feet kicking along his upper ribcage. Any second the three of them would come apart all at once, and Venom would eat well enough for two days. Eddie felt like the others were all waiting on him. If he could just get that tiny bit more… He bucked under Dan, Venom’s tentacles digging into his ribs, hips, and thighs. Eddie couldn’t have relaxed into it if he tried. His cunt gripped onto Dan for dear life.

And then, finally, one of his punched out ‘yes’s was followed by a bloom of resplendent bliss, and Eddie started to shake in a whole new way. Anne’s echoing cries went suddenly silent, and he knew she was riding the same wave. Dan fucked him through it, grunting and tucking his face into the side of Eddie’s neck. The room’s cacophony of slamming body parts became a chorus of moans as they all started to come down, triggering aftershocks in each other with every slight shift of their tangled bodies. 

Dan grew heavier and then slowly rolled off of Eddie. Venom’s body went soft and gooey, and its once tight bonds around Eddie melted back through his skin leaving only red impressions behind. Eddie stretched his legs out and rolled his wrists. They felt bloodless as he clumsily lowered them. Three sets of lungs panted for air out of rhythm with each other, and underneath them all was the sound of Venom’s contented purring. 

“ Man , that was fun,” Dan said when he regained enough breath. 

Anne chuckled. All Eddie could do was nod; words felt like an astronomical effort. 

“Seems like you found it inspiring, eh Venom?” Anne asked.

A dark, smiling head stretched up to hover above them all, its tether shifting to the center of Eddie’s torso. “ It was illuminating, ” it agreed. 

“Never thought I’d see you on your knees for somebody,” Dan commented. “Am I gonna have to buy Anne some real leather boots?”

“ We do not wish to shine anyone’s shoes again, ” it informed them bluntly. “ We understand the ritual now. ”

“What if I liked it?” Anne teased, wiggling her feet.

“ Eddie would enjoy it. ”

“Excuse you! Assume much,” Eddie grumbled, his words slurred together by fatigue. 

“ We assume nothing. ”

Anne laughed. “Would you lick my boots, Eddie?”

He frowned, but the disgruntlement was directed inwards. At the festival it hadn’t been about him. He’d simply gone along for the ride, letting Venom’s submission—and total control of him—push him into that floaty sub headspace he liked. But if it had been him working on Anne’s boots, with V in the passenger seat or even bonded to Anne, he might have enjoyed it immensely. He imagined not just kneeling for her, but cleaning her shoes with his tongue, and maybe even getting rewarded by being allowed to ride her boot until he soaked the leather in his cum and had to clean them all over again.

“Y–yeah,” he stammered. “Maybe.”

“Mmmm, noted,” Anne hummed. 

“I might try it too, sweetie,” Dan said. “So long as it was in private and we skipped all the degrading parts.”

“Awww, you just want to serve me, huh?” she cooed, reaching for her husband’s hand.

“Exactly.” Eddie heard the sound of a kiss somewhere above him.

“ We are much more interested in the new ways we can tie Eddie up, ” Venom informed them, and this time it was speaking for both of them.

“Yeah, looked like,” Dan chuckled. “Do we need to see about installing a hardpoint somewhere in here?”

“Oh, that’ll go over well with the landlord,” Anne remarked anxiously. 

“Screw the landlord,” her husband scoffed. “He’s a jerk.”

Eddie cleared his throat self-consciously. “We, uh, our place is– Well. Our place is kinda trash to begin with. We don’t have t’ mess things up here.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Dan sighed wistfully. 

“You really wanted to fuck him while Venom had him suspended, didn’t you?” Anne teased knowingly, a smile in her voice.

“Maybe,” he admitted quietly.

Eddie smiled to himself, flattered and a little excited by the idea. He definitely wanted to know what it felt like to be used by Dan while tangled up in Venom and suspended from the ceiling, with all the blood that wasn’t filling his cock rushing to his head. He imagined feeling Dan’s hot cum splattering onto his spread thighs and stomach, and having to deal with the tickle of it dripping down his skin as it dried. 

“We’ll figure out a way to make it happen,” Eddie told Dan with bashful certainty. 

“ We are Venom! We can do anything. ”

“I’ll bring popcorn,” Anne laughed. “Thanks for coming along today, everyone. I had a blast.”

“ Thank you , Anne! ” Venom burst out excitedly, looming closer to her. “ This human festival was most informative. ”

“Plus I’ve got a new toy to play with,” Dan added giddily. “Assuming you’re game Eddie.”

“Hmm? Oh right, the bite paddle. Yeah, that shit’s hot,” he agreed, remembering when Dan had used kitchen knives on him. Eddie was willing to bet Dan would want to get all sentimental about baptising the paddle in his blood. Venom would go nuts for the ritual of it. So long as Eddie didn’t have to answer all of its pestering questions, he was game for all of it.

“ You are going to make Eddie bleed more? ” Venom inquired, swaying closer to Dan. 

“Er, with your permission of course,” he answered nervously. 

“ What you both enjoy, I enjoy, ” it confirmed for him. “ Tonight? ”

“Fuck no, V,” Eddie exclaimed. “I’m dead, man, you know that.”

Anne and Dan chuckled as Venom pouted. “You’ve already feasted today,” she reminded it. “We’re just getting excited about the future.”

“ Tomorrow then, ” it asserted stubbornly. 

“Maybe,” Dan told it. “We’ll see.”

Eddie breathed a sigh of relief that he wasn’t alone in trying to talk Venom down from doing wild scenes all day every day. It was good to have Anne and Dan in their lives. Today’s activities had illustrated that beautifully, and Eddie basked in gratitude for a moment while his lovers bickered playfully about dinner.

Notes:

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Series this work belongs to:

• Part 7 of Venom Shenanigans