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Daniel ran full tilt towards a thicket of trees; he wasn't the fastest kid, and the goblins were still on his tail, but it was all he could do. As he neared the shade of the trees, he risked a glance back. There were still five of the things chasing him, all grinning and laughing as he began to close on the tree line.
He was relieved that he had at least managed to lose the bulk of them, and he honestly didn't know quite how he managed to stay ahead of them. Back in the real world, before he woke up naked in this crazy place, he was hardly what you'd call an athletic kid; no, he had been the shy, emo type and had avoided the outdoors whenever he could.
As he plunged through the branches, he wished dearly that he had taken his dad up on the option to go camping – all that survival stuff might have proved really helpful – but he didn't have time to worry about it right now. He might not have been athletic, but he was smart and had dealt with bullies before, and this wasn't the first time he'd been chased by people wishing him harm. Granted, that had been a bunch of bored college dropouts and not a bunch of weird creatures straight out of a fantasy novel.
Strange as the situation was, there was really no time to dwell on it – he needed to think of a plan, and he could worry about what the hell was going on after he escaped. He turned the situation over in his mind, but his thoughts came to a crashing halt as his bare foot caught on a tree root.
Hurtling forward he landed straight in some sort of thorn bush but found himself amazed the expected pain never materialised. Looking down, he could see that he wasn't injured or even scratched. Then it occurred to him that, despite running naked across a stony field, he had never felt a moment's pain or discomfort – in fact, so far nothing had hurt at all, and that gave him an idea.
He got back up and glanced back. The goblins were close now, almost on top of him, so he turned, aimed himself at the densest, nastiest looking underbrush he could see, and plunged straight into it. It was hard going, pushing through the thorns and briar but just as he expected, it didn't hurt, and the goblins couldn't follow him like this. They would have to find another way round, which would at least buy him some time, if not lose their trail entirely.
After a while he emerged into a small woodland grove, decorated in an array of beautiful pale wildflowers. Tired and panting, he decided to rest and so he slumped down in the cool shade of an ancient gnarled oak. He sat down, gulping down lungfuls of air, and tried to get his head together.
He tried to think back to the day before, to see if there was anything at all that could explain what was happening. It was his best friend Sam's birthday and he, along with a couple of other boys, spent it in an amusement park. Although it was a really good day out, nothing unusual had happened. He had met Sam's cousin who turned out to be pretty damn cute. He got the impression that the kid might like him, though he hadn't been able to work up the courage to say anything, so he had to settle for imagining the other boy naked as he beat himself off later that night before drifting to sleep.
He'd then woken up, stark naked in the middle of a grassy field staring up at the sky. The sight of it had left him speechless; the pale blue sky had glittered with a vast tapestry of stars, but at the same time it was still daylight. He wandered around in amazement at first, maybe for hours before he stumbled upon a group of what could only be goblins.
He hadn't been scared at first, but he had been starting to get hungry, and so he approached, hoping a little naively that they might help him – but then of course he'd seen the bound and gagged human boys in the middle of the convoy.
Understandably, he'd made a run for it, and now here he was lying naked in the middle of this forest glade. The place was soothing at least, and he felt the temptation to have a nap, but the sound in the distance quickly put that idea out of his mind. He set off running through the trees trying to steer away from the sound of voices.
He ran for a few minutes and was beginning to think he had lost his pursuers, when he heard the crunch of a branch in front of him. He reacted just in time as a goblin dived out of the underbrush, missing him by mere inches. Cursing, he realised he'd underestimated his pursuers. While some of them had made noise to flush him out, the others had circled around quietly, and now he was in real trouble. He started running again, and realised quickly that the goblins were trying to drive him towards the edge of the wood.
Daniel was getting tired; he knew that he couldn't keep up this pace for long, and he had to do something. It was clear that the goblins wanted him out in the open so there was nothing for it but to head deeper into the woods, and with that in mind he decided to take a risk.
Turning towards the nearest goblin, Daniel started running straight at them as fast as he could. The goblin froze in shock for just a moment, but soon rallied and attempted to throw its net over him. For a tense moment he was afraid he might get tangled but he managed to dodge to the side, and then rammed his elbow into the goblin's midsection, knocking it off balance and sending it tumbling into a nearby thorn bush. The goblin shrieked as it struggled within the wicked looking thorn bush and Daniel noted with satisfaction that the goblins at least could be harmed. Encouraged by this, he set off running straight into the depths of the forest.
As he ran, Daniel began to notice the character of the forest changing. It was growing gloomier with every passing step, and he began to notice an increasing number of white threads strewn about the forest floor. They looked almost like cobwebs, but they weren't sticky on his feet. In fact, as they grew more numerous and began to spread about the boughs of the trees as well as the roots, there was some thick enough that he would have to push his way through. He didn't like the thought of that and considered going back, but no sooner had he thought it, than he heard some sort of commotion behind him.
Stopping and listening carefully, he could make out screams and he was fairly certain they belonged to the goblins. He thought for a moment it might be the thorns again, but the sounds were too numerous and loud for that to make sense. Whatever the reason, it meant he had to go forward and so he turned again and started pushing through the strands. As he went forward, he noticed that occasionally the strands would be wound together to form a variety of irregular shapes, some of which he noticed were studded with small pale white glowing crystals. The illumination they gave off wasn't much, and the dim white light just made the whole place feel creepier.
He carried on for a while, but a sense of unease began to build. Everything was so silent, and although there was nothing obviously dangerous about the strands, he couldn't shake the feeling that going any deeper was a terrible mistake. Eventually, he couldn't take it anymore, and turned away from the darkness, trying to make his way back towards the edge of the forest. He must have wandered for quite a while in the gloom before he found his way back into the outer regions of the forest. It wasn't much longer before he could just about see the edge of the tree line and he set off running towards it. He was almost at the edge when he heard a violent commotion over to his right.
Cursing his own bad luck, Daniel started sprinting away from the sound. He was just beginning to think it was safe again when he heard the sounds of footfalls drawing nearer. By this point, he was too exhausted to keep running and he turned, looking desperately for a place to hide. Before he could do anything though, a figure emerged from the underbrush and ran straight into him, sending both of them tumbling to the ground.
Daniel landed hard but once again there was no pain, and so he quickly began to scramble around on the floor grasping for anything he could use as a weapon. His hand fastened onto a sturdy looking branch and he rose, meaning to strike out at the goblin, but he stopped when he realised it was another boy. He looked younger than Daniel – maybe 12 or 13 – with short brown hair, and seemed to be in a desperate panic, talking madly about a thick white rope which seemed to run from the boy to the far side of the clearing.
Leaning in he whispered, "Look, I'm not a goblin okay? Just calm down." The younger boy briefly glanced up at him with a pair of tear filled hazel eyes before replying in a panicky voice.
"Help me… You have to cut it, please!"
As Daniel tried to work out what the boy meant, he realised with mounting horror that rather than a rope, it was a squirming pale white tentacle, and it was lodged firmly in the other boy's ass. He was about to reach forward to help when he hesitated at the sight of the younger boy's rigid cock. He found himself uncomfortably aroused as he realised the boy was pretty damn cute, and the sight of him writhing on the floor with the tentacle moving inside him was one of the hottest things he had ever seen.
Shaking off the unwelcome thoughts, Daniel reached out to help, but as he did so the boy was pulled steadily by the tentacle towards the edge of the clearing. He scrambled forward and grabbed hold of the kid's outstretched hands, beginning to pull. The tentacle was strong but he managed to hold on and stop the kid from being dragged any further. Both of them then began straining together and they were steadily having effect – that is, until Daniel felt something smooth and slick slide between his butt cheeks and begin to press on his anus. Panicking, Daniel let go of the younger boy and tried to stop the tentacle but it was already too late. Before he could do anything, he felt the tentacle push past his anus and begin forcing itself deep inside him.
He gasped, bracing himself for a pain that never materialised. Instead, there was just an overwhelming feeling of fullness combined with subtle, pleasurable sensation as the tentacle slid across his sensitive sphincter. He tried in vain to get a good grip but the tentacle proved too slippery. And so, he started trying to scramble back across the forest floor but made little progress as the tentacle began to exert a steady pressure, sufficient to prevent his escape whilst at the same time beginning to squirm aggressively within him.
Despite his fear, Daniel was growing steadily more aroused. The constant squirming movements were nearly impossible to ignore and increasingly he was struggling to resist the urge to start beating himself off. Locked in this internal struggle, he didn't immediately notice when the tentacle stopped its squirming and instead slid purposefully over the small special place it had been searching for. The sudden rush of pleasure took Daniel's breath away – it was more intense than anything he felt before. Before he could fully process what was happening, he felt the waves of pleasure again, as the tentacle began a steady but relentless assault on his prostate.
All he could do was let out a series of pitiful little moans as his body was wracked by the pleasurable assault. Yet, despite the intensity of it, the sensation wasn't quite enough to push him over the edge and soon he could resist no longer and reached down intending to beat himself off. As soon as his thin fingers closed around his erection, he felt the tentacle begin to pull, firmly dragging him in one powerful movement through the tree line and out into the open air.
He tried to grab onto a branch but missed and was dragged rapidly across the smooth grass. Squinting at the sudden brilliant daylight, he tried to look for the source of the tentacles and wished immediately that he hadn't. Standing there in the field, surrounded by the corpses of half a dozen goblins, was a massive creature straight out of a Daniel's worst nightmares.
The thing – whatever it was – resembled an emaciated eyeless wolf, with a strange, elongated and flattened tail, and all along its underside were a series of semi-translucent fleshy sacs. Daniel guessed that it had to be at least two meters [6 ½ feet] tall at the shoulder and perhaps as much as eight [26 feet] or even ten meters [33 feet] long, if you included the monstrosity's tail.
As Daniel was drawn steadily closer, he could see that the tentacle tethering him was just one of many similar tentacles all emerging from the creatures toothless and lipless mouth. He could also make out that what he had thought was fur was actually the same pale white strands of fungus he'd seen in the forest.
He was beginning to think it would have been better if he'd just let the goblins catch him, when he noticed that most of the sacs looked like they contained struggling boys. With a start, he recognised the boy in the closest sac as the one he had just met in the clearing.
He was about to cry out to the boy when he felt a series of new tentacles wrap themselves around his limbs. Glancing up, he could see that they were connected to the creature's mouth and were drawing him inexorably towards a sphincter at the back of its throat. He tried to struggle, but as soon as he did, the tentacle tethering him began to rub firmly against his prostate once again sending waves of shuddering pleasure through his body.
Helplessly, he watched as his legs were bound tightly and he felt a warm sticky sensation as his feet passed through the sphincter. It was only moments later when he felt his chest passing through the ring of flesh before, with a last look at the sun, he was pulled into the suffocating darkness.
Daniel felt the rhythmic contractions of the creature's muscles as he was drawn through its body. The constant pressure of the walls and the thick fluid that he kept swallowing, made it difficult to breathe. What made it even worse was that despite the terrifying situation, he was still desperately aroused. The tentacle had stopped assaulting his prostate but was still sliding in and out of him in a steady pleasant pleasurable rhythm. Not only that, but his small cock was wedged firmly between his belly and the walls of his prison, so that each ripple of muscle served to gently caress his erection. The twin sensations felt amazing but weren't quite enough to push them over the edge, and he desperately wished that he could work his arms down to his sides so that he could beat off and finally get some relief. Maybe then he could think more clearly.
He wasn't left in the darkness much longer before he felt his feet pressing on a tight ring of flesh before he was rapidly pushed through it and down into one of the fleshy sacs. He blinked as his head was forced down into the light, and then began squirming trying to get his footing, but he found it was impossible in the constantly moving fleshy sack. As he squirmed, he noticed that his hands hadn't passed through the sphincter, and he tugged at them only to find that they were still being held fast by the tentacles. No matter how much he fought, he couldn't dislodge them.
It didn't make sense to him at first – after all it wasn't like he was going anywhere – then the tentacle buried in him began to move again. He shuddered with pleasure as the thing resumed its steady stroking of his prostate. Too tired to fight anymore, he let out a whimper and relaxed into the wonderful sensation. It felt so good that he laid back and tried to enjoy the sensations being forced on him. He felt wonderful, but it wasn't enough – the tentacle just wasn't pressing hard enough on that spot. Daniel was certain if it did, he would come in an instant, and he tried to grind onto the tentacle. This proved futile as the tentacle would just shift around within him, stopping him from pushing himself over the edge.
Biting his lip and giving out a whimper of frustration, he tugged again at his wrists that were still stuck fast. In desperation, he tried to thrust against the walls but they were too slick to provide any real stimulation. All the while the relentless stroking continued. The pleasure just continued, always there, but never enough to push him over the edge. No matter what he tried, no matter how he moved or struggled, the tentacle always seemed to move in just the right way to keep him stimulated but not allowing him any relief.
Daniel thrashed one last time, screamed and then collapsed, utterly defeated. There was nothing he could do as the relentless stimulation continued. He just lay there weeping tears of frustration as the endless cycle of torment continued.
***
The Harvester moved with surprising agility for a creature of its size, and its passage through the densely packed woodland was nearly silent, save for the muffled moaning and pleading of the four human boys being tormented within the creature's body.
It made a steady pace through the forest and soon the trees were covered in the pale white strands that made up its true body. As it brushed past the strands, they began to quiver in anticipation of the feast to come.