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“Whatcha doin’, little guys?” the blond teenager asked to the glossy tentacles slithering towards him. It was a rhetorical question, of course, as he knew they couldn’t verbally answer him. But instead, to Cal’s surprise, they creeped up to him and squeezed their way under the waistband of his jeans, and his jaw dropped a bit as his breath hitched. He knew octopi were able to contract their bodies to fit into extremely tight spaces, but were these octopi tentacles? Squid tentacles? Whatever they were, they must’ve been several feet long, the wider ones had to be at least three inches in diameter, and they were all coated in some sort of thick transparent slime that shone against the almost-black color of the tentacles’ flesh.
“Whoa… oh, man…” he muttered. He didn’t wanna move the tentacles off of him. They felt too nice crawling across his body. Plus, they might be too strong for him to pull off, he told himself, so it would be no use trying to get rid of them. Cal never thought he’d even be touched by a tentacle, let alone have multiple of them closing in on his stomach and thighs. He wasn’t sure of what to do; should he try to take them off? Where were they even coming from? He felt almost powerless against these things, and he could only watch as they undid his jeans and wormed their way down into his underwear, turning his dirty-blond pubic hair to a light-brown color as they slathered it in tentacle goo.
He had an idea of what the tentacles were going to do with him. They found him attractive, he hypothesized, and he was starting to find them attractive as well. Maybe the kid was just so lonely and touch-starved that he saw these fleshy animal limbs as a gift for his own sexual gratification. His cheeks prickled with heat, and the wet tendrils of tissue buried down into his clothes to the sensitive spots right where his hips and thighs met before traveling down towards an area he wasn’t quite sure he’d like them exploring, but he figured maybe it wouldn’t hurt to try.
“… Please don’t hurt me… okay…?” Cal murmured, thinking about how crazy he must’ve sounded by talking to a bunch of tentacles. But they seemed to understand him, and one of the tentacles wrapped itself around the blond’s cock, the suction cups attaching themselves onto his skin. It definitely didn’t hurt; in fact, it was one of the best things he’d ever felt in his life, and a moan forced itself free from his body. “… So… wet… God…” he stammered. No reason to keep thinking about whether this was morally right or wrong, because he decided that he needed these tentacles milking him dry. They’d probably never seen human genitalia before, if they could actually see anything at all. Cal wondered if they liked what they saw.
“… You like it…? I-I know it’s not the biggest, but-”
The tentacle on his cock answered him by climbing upwards and sucking against his tip, and the teenager whimpered frantically, every swear word his mind came up with ending up being shot out into the air as these tentacles gave him what he’d only ever dreamed of experiencing. They clearly didn’t care about length or girth or any of that. He was perfect for them, and they were going to prove that to him.
“Oh God… oh… t-… t-touch me… please…” Cal begged.
The tentacles listened to their friend and teased him even more now that they’d managed to get him fully hard and needing to be taken care of. Some of them made their way towards his butt, the sensation of their suction cups against his soft flesh making him giggle slightly.
“Hey, that tickles- I- oh… sh-shit-”
They’re gonna go up my ass, he thought to himself. And soon after that thought, he felt them wriggling themselves into him, squelching as their sliminess rubbed against the softness of his asshole.
“ Fuck ! ” he whined. Did the tentacles know what they were doing? Did they know how insanely good they made him feel? Did they know they’d now latched onto that one perfect spot inside him that made his eyes roll back into his skull? Did they know that they touched him in all the right places, and even the places that weren’t the “right” places still felt just as orgasmic?
At this point his mind was so blank that he couldn’t even moan out any actual words, not even a simple “yes” or “no”. All he could do was whimper helplessly as he was essentially gangbanged by tentacles. He had one that felt like it was lapping at his tip, sucking up every drop of precum that he subconsciously kept feeding it. Another tentacle was constricting the base of his cock, gripping it in a comfortingly sopping-wet embrace. And that thick one that took control of his asshole? Forget about it. It knifed itself in and out of him, the natural slime it emitted acting as the perfect lubricant when it wasn’t snaking around inside the luscious hole it was digging into. And all the while, several other tentacles tested out the sensitivity of his thighs, his lower stomach, that delicate part just in front of his hole. Everywhere that might feel good, the tentacles made sure to attack.
Cal was an absolute mess. His entire body felt like it was being electrocuted as he resorted gnawing on his bottom lip to keep it from trembling too much and his eyes twitched each time he was impaled deeper than the tentacle had reached previously. It felt like hours had passed of the tentacles trying to match whatever rhythm Cal was attempting to follow, with his back arching and hips thrusting forwards sporadically. The inhuman amount of sexual stimulation had left the poor kid shuddering when, just like he wanted, he was milked dry of all the cum he had in him, which by that time was sure to be a lot.
The tentacles weren’t sure of what had just happened, but they did know that it was very, very good. This… new milky-white substance that came out of their pretty little boytoy sure was strange to them. Humans made this stuff when you touched them in the right way for long enough? Fascinating… but also quite adorable. They seemed to soak up the fluid he’d just given them before they disappeared into the shadows, leaving only slippery trails in their wake.