1 comments/ 2307 views/ 0 favorites Oddities at Their Most Erotic Point Ch. 01 By: orochtong Warning: This story contains a lot of appendages and somewhat non-human erotic scenes. If you do not like this kind of fiction, please do not read further. And yes, if anyone got the reference, the methods described in this story allude to Orochimaru from Naruto, except in a more erotic way. Please feel free to leave any constructive comments below--they are greatly appreciated! * Nothing. Nothing really interested him nowadays. After graduating high school for university, he had chosen to go into the medical field, and three years into his education, he was starting to get bored. Tall, handsome, lean, and muscular, he missed having his friends and girls around him always fangirling over his muscular body and good looks. In addition to his physical attractiveness, Derek was pretty smart, ranked in the top five percent of his giant 1400 class size in high school. Surprisingly enough, he had never gotten in a relationship with anyone. Derek was walking back to his dorm room from his biology class, a good block away. A rustle emanated from a bush behind him, and Derek whirled around, startled. It was 9 at night. The class had gone over, and Derek was slightly irritated with his schedule. He huffed, rolled his shoulders, and after deciding that nothing was amiss, continued on. A sudden urge hit him to go to the gym and work out, as he hadn't gone in two days because of his homework load. He turned and walked towards the gym, his goal clear in mind. The irritation faded as he remembered a time an year ago. That event had made a drastic change in his life. He was forever condemned to being... One year ago: Derek's dorm room. Water streamed down his body. Derek was whistling a tune, relaxing in the shower after an intense workout session at the university's gym. He looked through the glass at the mirror to check his body out, make sure that he was building enough muscle to turn anyone on, men and women alike, but not to the point that it became disgusting to look at. Derek smiled at his reflection, flexing his biceps, admiring his tan, smooth muscles. Satisfied, he turned around to lather his body with soap. What he failed to notice in the mirror was another person who hid in a corner of the bathroom that couldn't be seen from Derek's position in the shower. The hidden man looked on at Derek through the glass pane of the shower door, staring hungrily at Derek's sexy body as Derek sighed with contentment as he worked out the knots in his muscles. The intruder wrapped a hand around his own cock and began to pump, stifling his moans as he masturbated to the sight of Derek's naked, muscular body. Derek continued to bathe himself, unaware of the fact that he was doing the unseen onlooker a fanservice. Before long, the intruder came silently, his mouth open in a silent moan as he fixed the image of a shirtless Derek in his head. Derek, deciding that he was done bathing, slid open the door and grabbed a towel. He dried himself quickly, putting on a pair of boxers, gym shorts, and a white v-neck t-shirt. Sighing, Derek strolled out of the bathroom into his room, running his fingers through his wet hair. The other person, who had just masturbated, was getting turned on again as he observed how Derek was spiking the front of his hair into its usual style. The hidden man crawled stealthily behind Derek, taking great precautions to not alert the stud to his presence. The time was 10:47 at night. Derek yawned, stretching his arms above his head, glad to be finished with his Ochem homework. He closed his binder, turned off the lamp, and hopped into his bed, which was surprisingly big for a dorm room. It was almost as big as a queen size bed, but the room was still big enough to hold all of the necessities for college life. The intruder was still hidden at the bathroom doorway, an invisibility cloak masking his presence. The unknown man was beginning to doze off from watching Derek do his homework, but when Derek finally put away his class materials, the stealthed man jolted awake and watched Derek's every move, from brushing his teeth to crawling into bed. Derek sighed contently, snuggling in the blanket and closing his eyes. The hidden man uncloaked himself with a snap of his fingers--the energy that was diverting light away and around him dissipated, his form materializing. With another snap of his fingers, six candles flickered into existence, a low flame on each one, illuminating the room with a warm, romantic glow. Derek laid there, unaware of what was happening around him. The intruder grinned, licking his lips, then proceeded to extend his tongue way beyond the length of a normal human's tongue. The attacker flipped aside the blanket, startling Derek. Derek opened his mouth to yell, but the dominator quickly pressed a wet cloth to his mouth, making Derek's head swim. The energy in Derek's body suddenly gave out, his ability to fight back against the intruder vanishing. The nameless man's tongue wrapped around the left shoulder of Derek's biceps and armpit, completing a circle around the base of his thick, burly arm. The tongue wrapped itself around Derek's back, hugging the tight v-neck and mirroring the other arm, curled around the base of the right arm at the bicep and armpit, restricting arm movement. The tongue wrapped across his chest, rubbing against his nipples. Derek arms were held away from his body, much like the shape of a cross. Derek was horrified at the sight of such a long, abnormal tongue. The intruder laughed and pulled off his mask, revealing himself to be one of Derek's friends from high school, Peter. "Hey there, Derek. Long time no see, eh? All this shit I hear about you being such a stud... I'm going to confirm for myself just how sexy you are," Peter said through his mouth as the tongue continued to restrain Derek. Peter lifted away the cloth, allowing Derek to breathe again, but when Derek tried to call for help, his voice gave out. Derek's muscular torso was immobilized, while his legs were also held in place by Peter's arms. It was quite a sight to behold: a stud whose rippling muscles could almost be seen through his clothes strained against Peter's hold, making Peter's pants wet with precum. Peter was incredibly turned on by Derek. "Haha, can't yell now, can you? That chemical was specifically engineered to subdue large, young, strong men like you. It makes you unable to move your muscles much, but allows for enough movement when it comes time for our... little rape sessions. Let's see....what other effects did it have? Ah yes, it also prevents you from yelling, giving you just enough control over your voice to moan softly. Do you like how it feels, Derek?" Peter hissed, sending shivers down Derek's spine. Derek desperately tried to remember back to his senior year, the last time he had seen Peter before they parted ways. He couldn't remember antagonizing his friend, as they were close friends before life took them on different paths. "Oh, I'm not here to get revenge or some payback. If anything, I came here to do the opposite. Let me explain a few things. I am a raper, part of a race of humans that possess powers and are extremely attracted to young, muscular, and sexy men like you. We possess long tongues and use them to pleasure our victimssss," Peter hissed, drawing out the sound. "We can use our powers to stealth ourselves, make our men powerless, you name it. Unsurprisingly, there are also other people out there who possess powers. You have the potential for a great energy hidden deep within you, but no one has awoken it before. Not until you came into contact with one of your close friends who is an year younger you, who studies the art of computer science," Peter explained. Derek gasped. He couldn't possibly be talking about... his thought process was interrupted as the tongue that was wrapped around his pectorals and biceps salivated, wetting his shirt and spreading a warmth inside Derek's chest. Derek shuddered, realizing that the feeling of a big, long tongue restraining him was more arousing than he'd care to admit. "Yes, I am referring to Andrew, who possesses illuminati, a mind power unheard of in the past century. Surprisingly, he doesn't seem to know that he's special, so he's never used his illuminati before. Now, back on topic. I'm here to rape you," Peter drawled, making Derek's eyes widen with horror. Derek opened his mouth to speak, his voice giving out. Peter shook his head, his tongue wagging. He snapped his fingers, allowing a bit of energy to flash between him and Derek. Derek cleared his throat and spoke in his seductively low voice, "Why would you want to fuck me up the ass? How would you gain anything from that?" Derek's mind was in turmoil; he had never been penetrated before, and he certainly didn't want to now. He didn't want to lose his virginity now, especially to a guy. "Don't worry, Derek. I'm not planning to ass fuck you. Instead, I'm going to make you come for me," Peter laughed. Derek became even more confused. Did this still count as being raped? To be raped was to be forced into sexual intercourse...Derek's thoughts were lost again as Peter pinned Derek's legs down with his arms, his grin predatory. Derek squirmed, trying to break free of Peter's hold on him, but the drug was too effective, as was Peter's raping tongue. The warmth in Derek's chest continued to grow, turning him on slightly. Peter growled in a low voice, running his hands over Derek's torso, fondling his muscles through the thin v-neck. Derek groaned. Even though it felt good, he knew that this was wrong. He didn't want this, contrary to what his body was saying. Derek's mind spun; he had to say something--anything to distract Peter. "Why do you want my semen, though? Is there something special in it? Wh--" Derek's word were cut off as Peter leaned in and sucked on Derek's neck, drawing a moan out of the man. Peter leaned back and said, "Sexy men like you have potent sperm and semen. Unbeknownst to you, your cum contains a lot of power, which is what gives us rapers our strength. Guys like you have delicious milk... a true delicacy. And besides, we have 'strange' fetishes for smooth, well-toned muscles, and of course, we have a fetish for making you moan in pleasure while tasting your manhood. Now, enough talk. Let's get on with the sex..." Peter looped his tongue under the ring encircling Derek's left arm, then proceeded to tease the stud by licking his left nipple, making Derek shudder and moan again. Derek couldn't determine whether he liked it or not, but at the rate he was going, it seemed that he was really enjoying this treatment. Peter chuckled, seeing how Derek's resolve was breaking. Peter circled his tongue around the other nipple, making Derek's shirt almost translucent because of all of the saliva wetting the shirt, causing it to grip Derek's muscles tightly. Derek was panting, lust flooding his body, his penis beginning to harden. Peter moved his tongue to the bottom of Derek's shirt, hooking the tip under the hem. He teasingly pulled the shirt up to reveal Derek's well-toned six-pack abs, flexing from excitement. His six pack was extremely pronounced, no fat was visible to the sides. Peter whistled, "Damn, man! Your muscles are such a turn-on. You know, I have an extreme fetish for the abdominals and pectorals muscles in particular... I love licking the shit out of hot studs like you!" Peter held the shirt up, stopping at the base of Derek's pecs so he could relish in the erotic feeling of slowly revealing the hot dude's body. Peter unleashed his salivating tongue on Derek's six-pack, tracing each ring. Derek was moaning uncontrollably now, his body provocated, his cock hard. Peter suddenly paused in his licking, his eyes wide with surprise. "Derek, do I sense a seal on your delicious abs? I feel that it was placed there to do something... let's see what it is," Peter whispered, licking Derek's abdomen with renewed fervor. The form of a bird began to glow around Derek's naval, solidifying into the black shape of the symbol of illuminati. Peter gasped, "Ooh, a seal with the shape of illuminati! Andrew unwittingly placed a protection on you when you slept with him on that trip to Orlando, didn't he?" "What the fuck man, do you stalk me everyday? Have you been stalking me ever since we met? Yeah, so what about if I slept with Andrew? We had to sleep together because of the way our rooms were desig--" Derek's indignant cries were cut off as Peter leaned in and sucked on Derek's neck again, all the while making work of licking Derek's abs with his tongue. Derek moaned as pleasure flooded his body once more. "Keep quiet, bonerific. I said he unintentionally placed a protective seal on you, which is coincidentally designed to keep you from coming for long periods of time. Andrew's illuminati is something special, huh... it seems that it knew you would come to a raper's attention before long and took a few protective measures. Judging from the energy in the seal, you can't have an orgasm past ten seconds... how boring. Unfortunately for you, I'm going to alter it!" Peter pulled his hands away from Derek's body, clasped them together, and commenced on chanting esoteric spells, his mouth moving soundlessly. Derek quivered with anxiety and attempted to free himself from Peter's tongue bondage. After a minute of chanting, Peter's hands alighted with green fire, his eyes opening to reveal green irises as opposed to the usual dark brown. He brought his hands close to Derek's abs, causing Derek to panic and shift away from Peter as much as the tongue allowed. "Hahaha, calm down, dude. These flames are not the typical fire. They aren't hot. I'm just going to press it into your delicious six-pack and nullify that seal Andrew placed on you," Peter said consolingly. Peter raised his hands half a foot above Derek's seal and slammed his hands down, the green fire expanding and flowing down Derek's sides. Derek cried out in pain, more from the pain of Peter punching his abs than the fire. The ethereal fire continued to glow brighter, illuminating Peter's face and giving him the expression of an incredibly hungry predator who had just found his prey. Suddenly, the flames flashed unbearably bright, heat coursing through Derek's body, causing Derek to give a muffled yell of agony. "What the hell, my nullifying seal isn't working! What is Andrew's illuminati? How can I not cancel your seal? AH! The heat..." Peter shut his eyes tightly, breathing heavily as energy coursed through his hands, attempting to break the protective seal. Derek's cock became flaccid, his body turned off from the heat and energy cascading through his system. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the fire went out, and Peter fell face first onto Derek's chest, gasping for air. Derek whimpered in fear as Peter slowly sat back up and shook his head, refocusing. Both men looked down at Derek's abs. The seal was glowing white and changing shape constantly. After about a minute, the seal solidified into a spiral circle, then slowly faded away. Peter frowned and moved his tongue down to lick Derek's six-pack, causing Derek to become aroused again. "So the seal isn't gone... strange. Fortunately, now you are allowed to come for a maximum of half a minute, so I guess that works, too," Peter stated matter-of-factly. "Now we can begin the real fun, Derek." Peter brought his hands up to Derek's scrunched up shirt, and muttering a soundless spell, promptly tore a rip down the middle of the shirt, revealing smooth, tan, and toned pecs. Derek opened his mouth to shout at his rapist for ruining his shirt, but no sound came out again. Derek was beginning to wonder if the drug had a mind of its own; sometimes Derek could make his voice speak, but other times, he couldn't make any sounds at all. Peter laughed sexily and caressed the stud's pecs, the tongue bondage rubbing against and salivating constantly on his hardening nipples. Derek moaned for the umpteenth time as his body was turned on, lust overtaking his senses like a primal animal. Derek thought he was going insane, maybe he was beginning to enjoy sex with another man. He had always thought he was straight, but when he reflected on it, he had feelings for Andrew, too. "Unngh, Peter... please, why are you doing this to me? It...it... it feels so good," Derek panted as Peter continued to bestow light kisses slightly obstructed by his tongue on Derek's pecs, simultaneously fondling Derek's sides and licking his six-pack. The dominating man reached over to the short sleeves of Derek's shirt and tore them apart, too. The stud was too immersed in the pleasure the tongue was giving him to notice the other's actions. Peter carefully extricated the pieces of Derek's shirt from the tongue bondage and tossed them off the bed. The raper pushed Derek down into the bed, straddling the man's arms and legs. Peter suddenly shifted, chanting another spell. A dark light flashed behind him and formed into a bal of dark space. Three large tongue-like tentacles slithered out of the aperture and onto Derek's bed. Derek looked closely at the tongues and saw that they had openings at the ends, similar to a tongue-tentacle or the head of a penis, but much wider. Peter retracted his tongue from Derek, working his jaw. Derek whined as the feeling of being licked disappeared, but was soon distracted again as the tongue-tentacles wrapped around his buff arms, wet with some kind of lubricant. The tongue-tentacles opened their mouths and revealed long human tongues, similar to Peter's. Derek yelped in shock at the tongue-tentacles' tongues, upon which Peter grinned and said, "These tongue-tentacles were specially bred for raping purposes. They have long human tongues because these tongues' saliva have a tendency to turn on sexy men like you. Just lie back and enjoy the sensations, Derek." Two tongue-tentacles wound their bodies around Derek's arms, while the last tongue-tentacle chose to wrap itself around Derek's chest, similar to the tongue bondage that Peter had held him in earlier. The tongue-tentacles commenced on licking the shit out of Derek's torso. Peter was extremely turned on, his own cock rock-hard as he looked hungrily at the sight in front of him--a muscular, tall, tan, and handsome man was shirtless, caught in a tongue-tentacle and tongue bondage, smooth muscles wet with erotic saliva. The dominator shifted his gaze down to the bulge in the stud's shorts--an unmistakable erection from all of the stimulation to his torso. Peter unleashed his tongue and licked the base of Derek's sternum, lazily licking a winding pattern down his six-pack. Peter pulled open Derek's short and boxers, giving his tongue space to lick the base of the stud's hard manhood, making Derek moan loudly. The raper continued to lick the pubic area, making Derek jerk in the tongue-tentacle and tongue bondage, his body extremely aroused with sensation. Derek's shorts were pulled off, leaving his tenting boxers in the open. Peter could not resist any longer, he had to taste the sexy man before him. Growling, he pulled down Derek's boxers and tossed them onto the ground as well, leaving Derek in his naked glory, muscles glistening with sweat and saliva. His cock was nicely sized, about five and half inches long, fully erect. There was a little pubic hair, wet with Peter's spit. The dominating man thread his tongue under the tongue-tentacle wrapped around Derek's muscular chest, and licked down the middle of Derek's abdomen. The warm tongue poked tentatively at the tip of Derek's erection, causing him to gasp. He couldn't possibly be trying to... Derek's thoughts were scrambled when the tongue returned and curled around his cock, winding up the hard length much like a tongue-tentacle does when it slithers up a tree. Derek moaned loudly, "UNGH! PETER! That feels so good...oh ..mm...please, stop it." Oddities at Their Most Erotic Point Ch. 02 Warnings still apply from the previous story. Please leave me any helpful comments! Thanks for reading. * Derek awoke one morning feeling refreshed. He hadn't felt like this in ages. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was still naked. Then the events of last night came back to him. Derek shuddered. He had really enjoyed his ordeal, no matter what his conscience told him. Derek stretched, yawning, and slowly got up. When he walked into the bathroom, he jumped. Looking at his reflection, he had changed, not absurdly, but obvious to show that Peter's sex session with him had changed him. He had been buff before, and he hadn't gotten much bulkier, but the muscles on his body were tighter than usual. He seemed to have gotten a bit taller, and upon looking at his cock, it had grown longer by half an inch. Overall, his body seemed to have an inner glow. Derek gazed at himself in wonder, ambivalent about the changes Peter did to him. Shrugging, Derek showered and prepared for class. His thoughts wandered to Andrew again, who was ignorant of the power he possessed. Derek's neck grew hot as he thought of Andrew's fine form, his strong gaze and unseen power. Oh Andrew... Derek shut his eyes, hoping that nothing had happened to him. Derek put on a pair of khaki shorts and a purple v-neck, donning his backpack and walking towards class. Before he left, Derek cast a protective shield to ward off rapers from his dorm room, in the hope that he would be left alone. "...oi...OI!" Andrew whacked Derek's head with his binder, causing Derek to yell in pain. Derek shook the sleep from his eyes, still tired from last night. Derek looked at Andrew and impulsively hugged Andrew to his warm body, whispering "Andrew, are you alright? Has anything happened recently?" Andrew just looked at Derek quizzically, saying "uh, Derek? Are you alright? Why the random hug?" Derek smiled and nuzzled Andrew's hair, making him turn red and pushed Derek away. The day progressed as usual; no one really commented on Derek's especially attractive form, but there were more girls who oggled at him. When night came, Derek received a text from Andrew, which said "Come to the gym. It's urgent." Derek's heart leapt, both at talking to Andrew and for his worry. Derek ran over to the gym, walking in and stopping at the door, panting. Derek opened the doors and walked in. The front desk person wasn't there. Strange, thought Derek. There wasn't anyone in the gym--no noise could be heard. The basketball courts were empty, the badminton rooms were quiet, and most lights were turned off. The workout room, however, was lit. Derek walked silently towards it, entering the room. Derek immediately saw Andrew, who was bound to a weight-lifting machine by rope, his head down and beaten. "Andrew! ANDREW! Are you alright!? What happened?" Derek shouted as he ran over to his friend. Andrew lifted his head and looked at Derek, opening his eyes. Derek flinched. In Andrew's right eye, a red bird symbol was glowing on the iris--illuminati. "Illuminati," Derek whispered. Andrew replied in a hoarse voice, "Yes. Illuminati. Your friend Peter kidnapped me and told me of my power. That's when I realized I could use it. And then--" Andrew was cut off as Peter materialized and hit Andrew on his back, making Andrew pass out. "I'll explain things. I brought Andrew here to lure you here. I know you would be more cautious after last night. The Order of Rapers told me to start milking you for your semen as frequently as possible, as I shared some of your milk with the Raper Gods. They found it too powerful and delectable, so now they want more. They also told me that I was to use any means necessary to milk you. So I had to resort to using Andrew, and by death threats, he used his illuminati to clear out this gym and leave it empty for the night. Now, come here, Derek," Peter drawled. Derek gulped and shifted back a few steps, to which Peter raised his eyebrows and said, "Derek, I guess you want me to get kinky. I'm going to milk you several times tonight, so why don't we just get started?" Peter placed his hand on Andrew's head, muttering a few words, and transported Andrew back to his room. Derek gasped, and Peter said "You'll obey me, or I'll do horrid things to him. Now come over here, and we can start the fun." Derek shut eyes tightly, knowing that he had to follow Peter's commands, or else risk Andrew's life from being hurt or ended. Derek walked forward until he was two yards away from Peter, making him smile like had some seriously evil thoughts going on in his head. He didn't know what happened to him, but Derek's instincts took over and he started to run away from Peter. Derek hadn't run more than 3 yards before Peter's tongue snagged him around the chest and toppled him over. Peter grinned, "That's the spirit. We can get really kinky with this kind of sex. We're gonna have loads of kinky fun tonight, sex god." Peter snapped his fingers, warping his tongue-tentacles in and commanding them to wrap around Derek's muscular body. Derek almost staggered from the combined weight of three large tongue-tentacles slithering across his buff body, but Peter whipped Derek up again with his impossibly strong tongue and set him down on an ab crunch machine, ordering him to start working out. "Hell no, you fucking sadistic raper," Derek yelled. Peter responded by reaching down and grabbing Derek's crotch, whose penis was already somewhat excited from the sexual treatment with the tongue-tentacles, tongue, and loss of control. Derek gasped, his cock growing harder. Peter whispered, "Start working out like the hot stud you are." Derek's mind was starting to feel drugged, the lust from the sexual atmosphere overtaking his senses. Derek settled into the seat and reached up to pull down the handles. As his hands gripped the handles, two tongue-tentacles wrapped around his arms and the third settled on the bar above his head. The tongue-tentacles extended their long, human-like, salivating tongues and penetrated under Derek's v-neck, licking every inch of his muscular body. The tongue-tentacles on his arms stuck their tongues into Derek's torso through his short sleeves, licking his armpits, while the tongue-tentacle above his head reached in under his shirt via the v-neck collar, licking the chest and sternum. The tongues slithered around his torso, tracing his erect nipples, six-pack, and back muscles. Derek moaned in pleasure and left his hands on the handles, not doing any crunches. Peter clicked his tongue, and Derek reluctantly started to do crunches, all the while the tongues kept licking his body. After a set of reps, Peter said, "Derek, get up and go over to the bar lift. I want to greater access to your body." Derek, immersed in the sexual pleasure the tongues were giving him, obeyed Peter and slowly walked over to the bar lift. As he walked, the tongue-tentacles continued licking him, and the tongue-tentacle that was on the bar above him slithered down to Derek's shoulders and laid there, still licking him. He laid down, preparing to lift the bar, when suddenly Peter extended his own tongue and inserted it under Derek's shorts, sliding up his inner thigh and gently teasing the head of Derek's erect manhood. Derek gasped in surprise and groaned as Peter laughed, slowly curling his tongue around Derek's tasty cock and wrapping around it all the way to the base. Derek slowly lifted the bar, which had weights that were nowhere near heavy enough to give Derek a hard time, but the move had its intended effect. Derek felt masculine; he was lifting weights, and a raper was milking his cock while a bunch of tongue-tentacles were stimulating his torso muscles with his shirt on. Derek moaned again as Peter tightened and loosened his tongue around Derek's cock in the rhythm of Derek's lifting. Peter reached over and undid the zipper to Derek's shorts, sticking out a second tongue and inserting it under the elastic band of Derek's boxers to lick Derek's ball sac and perineum. Derek stopped lifting, pleasure preventing him from concentrating on anything else. Peter pulled up Derek's shirt to reveal his growing eight-pack; the spiral seal had appeared. Peter grinned and said, "Derek, your seal's here again. It's on your delicious abs. I'm gonna add a seal to it to allow you to come several times tonight." Peter splayed out his hand over Derek's naval, his fingertips alighting with green fire. He positioned his hand above the seal, and yelled "Five-pronged Seal of Extension!" bringing it down on Derek's six-pack, the sweet heat flowing into Derek's body and turning his cock on impossibly hard. The tongue-tentacles around his arms tied his hands to the bar, causing Derek to now be completely helpless, his muscular body bound by the tongue-tentacles and their erotic tongues. Peter pulled down Derek's shorts and boxers leaving them hanging on his muscular legs. Peter lowered himself down to Derek's hard cock and swallowed it whole. Derek cried out as the sensation of being taken engulfed him, Peter's mouth skillfully sucking him off. Derek was loving the sensations; he couldn't deny it. Each time Peter tried to swallow his cock with the tongues wrapped tightly around his penis and slicking it up with a constant stream of saliva, Derek experienced ecstasy. Peter's tongues felt like warm goo, yet it had pressure on his manhood and the stimulations were making his rod thrum with pleasure. The tongue-tentacles hooked their tongues under the hem of Derek's shirt and pulled it all the way up to his armpits as far as it could, upon which the third tongue-tentacle on his shoulders slid over onto his torso, wrapped around the bottom of the shirt, and settled down to fervently lick his now exposed pecs and abdomen, glistening with sweat and saliva. Peter continued to suck on Derek's cock, while Derek moaned louder and louder with each hard suck. After twenty minutes, the pressure in Derek's cock began to build, and Peter realized that Derek was going to release his first ejaculations of the night. Peter sucked even harder, the tongue-tentacles licked with increasing speed, and Derek, his muscular, tan, smooth, and sweaty body caught in the tongue and tongue-tentacle bondage, came explosively into Peter's waiting mouth. "OH! UGH! FUCK! NNNGH!" Derek moaned loudly as Peter milked him of semen. His orgasm ended after about thirty seconds, leaving him panting on the bench. However, his cock was still hard, and he was still turned on. Peter kept his tongue around Derek's penis and tugged off Derek's shirt, tearing it into pieces and leaving his torso naked. Peter moved his plan to the next phase. While Derek was still recovering from his jaw-dropping orgasm, Peter placed himself under Derek so that Derek's muscular body was trapped between Peter's considerably buff arms. Peter wrapped his own legs around Derek's, trapping him even further. Peter's coated his hands with lubricant and brought them around to gently tweak Derek's pert nipples. Derek moaned softly and struggled half-heartedly, because deep in his heart, he knew that he loved being worshiped. Peter summoned another tongue-tentacle. It flopped down on Derek's chest, moving slowly down towards its prize, slithering between the muscular man's heaving, smooth and sweaty pecs, arousing Derek even further. The tongue-tentacle then moved across the middle line of Derek's washboard eight-pack abs, leaving saliva in its wake. It shifted its head around and gently licked the upper abs, pressing its own tongue into the line and hard muscle. The appendage methodically paid special attention to each circle of Derek's amazing abs, making Derek moan all the while. Peter, having enough of his teasing, commanded the appendage to go for its goal: Derek's penis. The other three tongue-tentacles resting on Derek's buff arms and torso attacked Derek's muscles with their bodies and tongues, completely covering Derek's body with arousing saliva. Derek was completely turned on; he wouldn't have been able to stand up if he wasn't being held by Peter. The fourth tongue-tentacle snaked down between Derek's legs and gently wrapped around his ball-sac, coating it with its erotic saliva. It snaked back up to Derek's hard cock, which was proudly sticking straight up in the air, its head oozing with pre-cum. Derek's eyes fluttered open and gave an especially deep moan as the tail end of the tongue-tentacle gently slapped his balls, adding to Derek's sensations. The tongue-tentacle opened its gaping mouth to extend its own tongue. This time, the tongue of the tentacle split into six smaller tongues, waving obscenely in the air before it wrapped around Derek's cock and began to ooze its saliva. Derek moaned as Peter unleashed his on tongue and teased Derek's neck. The tongue-tentacle opened its mouth even further to reveal that inside was lined with feelers similar to villi in the intestines, oozing their arousing saliva. Before Derek could prepare, the tongue-tentacle swallowed Derek's manhood whole, going all the way down to the base and began a strong sucking action that made the tongues and feelers inside ripple with frightening strength. Derek's big, hard cock looked like there was some meat flesh that was stuck on it; Peter's own cock got harder as he observed his muscle god get milked by his own instruments. Derek cried out, struggled against his bonds, "NO! I won't come for you, Peter! You can't make me! I'll never come for you! Stop it" Peter quickly brought his hand up to smother Derek's mouth and whispered menacingly in his ear "Oh yes you will. But it's great that you're struggling, Derek, because when you finally come, it will be so much sweeter, both in feeling and in semen. So fight me, Derek!" Derek nodded, approving of Peter's plans. Peter got out from behind Derek and reached over to the tongue-tentacle that was milking his magnificent penis. Peter rearranged it so that it fit snuggle around Derek's crotch and slowed down its milked speed, making Derek whine as he was getting closer to the edge. Peter pulled Derek's shorts and boxers back up, zipping up his shorts and leaving the tongue-tentacle in his crotch. Derek moaned with immense pleasure. "Get up, Derek. We're going to fight, and when you lose, I get to milk you," Peter commanded. Derek replied "You'll never manage to beat me. I'm too buff and masculine." Peter laughed and helped Derek up from the workout bench. Derek's torso was still naked and gleaming from the sweat and saliva that was notorious for turning men on. The light from the room made his muscles shine, turning Peter on. Peter reached in his pants and wrapped his hand around his cock, but stopped, knowing that his purpose here was to worship, milk and service this hot stud. Derek moaned as the tongue in his crotch rippled again, stimulating his cock. Both men held up their arms and bunched their fits, getting ready to fight. Peter struck first, moving forward with lightning speed and gently tapping Derek's abs. Derek cried out as if he were struck with a devastating blow, but in reality he was just doing so to add to the erotic atmosphere. Derek swung back, but Peter dodged and landed two more blows to Derek's washboard abs before backing away. Derek breathed heavily and moaned; the tongue-tentacle had milked his cock again and caused him to stagger. Peter saw his opening and dashed in, landing a series of lightning, gentle blows to Derek's biceps, pecs, and abs. Each punch turned Derek on even more, as they caused barely any pain and only empowered the saliva coating his shirtless body. Before Peter knew it, Derek had retaliated with equally impressive speed, lighty glancing off Peter's less muscular body. Peter gasped in surprise and panicked, deciding to turn the tables. Peter snaked his tongue to snag Derek's muscular body, wrapping it his tongue around his chest and arms like the many tongue bondages he had put him in before. Peter suspended Derek into the air, making Derek cry out in fear. The tongue-tentacle moved inside Derek's loins again, making Derek shudder from the amazing sensation. Peter retracted his tongue until Derek was a foot away from his face and said "Look, the muscular stud hasn't given up yet. How amusing." Peter clasped his hands together and prepared to punch Derek's abs. Derek struggled in the bondage, his cock getting impossibly hard from the combination of the situation he was in and the tongue-tentacle that was stimulating his cock. "Let go of me, you bastard! I won't give in!" Derek shouted. Peter laughed evilly and began to massage Derek's torso and punch his abs, making Derek groan loudly. Peter then moved in to tweak Derek's nipples and used the tip of his tongue to teasingly explore Derek's muscular body. Peter drawled, "Let's take a look at your manhood, shall we? I bet it's super hot right now." Without further delay, he reached forward and slowly pulled open Derek's shorts at an agonizing speed, letting Derek's cock pop out with the obscene tentacle wrapped around it. "Hah...hah...mm...hah..." Derek breathed as Peter pulled his shorts down for good. Peter flung Derek to the ground, his magnificent abs flexing as his torso jutted forward from the rebound, his crotch pointing upwards. Peter said "Kneel before me and do push-ups." Derek complied, moaning while the tongue-tentacle sucked again on his cock. After about ten push-ups, Peter flipped him around and tackled him to the ground, sucking on Derek's neck. Peter's hands felt Derek's body up before slowly wandering to his boxers and tantalizingly circling the taut skin above the elastic band. Derek moaned as Peter continued to suck his neck and lick his pecs. Peter sat back and slowly pulled down Derek's boxers, whistling "Whoo! Damn! I can't believe that you have such a manly cock! And to see that tongue-tentacle try to suck your milk out of you...it's so incredibly arousing!" Derek looked up at Peter and grinned, knowing how much both sides were enjoying this. Peter unleashed his three other tongue-tentacles on Derek again, making them capture him to the ground and lick his arms, pecs, nipples, and abs. Peter moved the tongue-tentacle on his dick off and wrapped his own tongue around it. Peter leaned down and quickly began sucking. Derek cried out as the heavenly sensations took hold. After a minute, Derek began to hump his crotch forward, fucking Peter's mouth as Peter expertly milked Derek's cock with his incredibly tongue. The tongue-tentacle was still curled around the base of Derek's cock and his balls, and slithered towards his taint to also lick it. Derek moaned for a long time, his eyes closed as he savored the sensations. After about fifteen minutes, Derek felt his balls tense up, his semen getting ready to ejaculate. "It's coming it's coming it's coming! Just let it happen, Derek. Give me your cum and let me drink it!" Peter shouted excitedly. Derek yelled "No! I can't...nngh! I'm gonna COME! OHHH!" Derek's abs flexed magnificently as his fists balled up, his body arching up and struggling against the tongue bondage. His orgasm lasted for another minute before he came down. Peter wasn't finished, however. Derek's cock was starting to get sensitive from the orgasm. Derek began to squirm, his body screaming from Peter stimulating his over-sensitive, post-orgasm cock. "Stop, Peter! Let me go! You beat me! You made me come! Please, I don't want it anymo-" Derek yelled. Peter grinned and got up from Derek's cock, making Derek sigh from letting his over-stimulated cock rest. Derek's cock didn't go flaccid, however, and Derek realized that Peter's spell to make him cum several times hadn't ended yet. To be continued... Oddities at Their Most Erotic Point Ch. 01 "Do you really want me to stop it? I can see that you're quite evidently enjoying this. Now just be quiet and moan for me, big boy. Let me hear those low, provocative sounds spill from your throat as I begin licking and sucking you off, you deliciously sexy stud," Peter drawled. He flicked his fingers, a tiny green flame appearing on his index finger, and pressed it to Derek's bare taint, the fire flickering out and entering his body. Derek cried out; he hadn't felt anything from the flame. "What did you just do?" Derek asked shakily. Peter replied, "It was a temporary seal that prolongs the time it takes for you to reach orgasm two-fold. Why? As a raper, your semen is the source of my power. I need your man milk to give me the strength to continue being a raper. And besides, semen from hotties like you is absolutely delectable. By delaying your orgasm, the amount of semen you ejaculate is also increased by a considerable amount. It's a win-win situation, dude." Derek scoffed at Peter, "And how do I win from this, huh, you asshole? I don't gain anything from thi--" Derek's comment was cut short as the tongue wrapped around his cock suddenly tightened, causing Derek's breath to hitch. "You hot hunk, people pay good money for this kind of thing. You wouldn't believe how many guys out there wish they could get this kind of sex, whether it be to get a blowjob or to suck someone off. You should be happy that you are being sucked off by a person who excels at pleasuring their victims and causing them little pain." Peter loosened and tightened his tongue's grip around Derek's penis, making him moan loudly and buck up into the long, warm appendage stimulating his cock. Peter did this a few times, then leaned down and took Derek in, making Derek moan his loudest. Peter's mouth was big, allowing him to swallow the stud's cock down to the base. Peter's mouth salivated in addition to the spit from his tongue, submerging Derek's erection in a saliva bath. Derek was moaning constantly now, each moan increasing in volume as his cock sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. Peter gave a satisfied sigh and growled through his blowjob, "Mmm...Derek, your cock is enticing. I want you, Derek... I want to taste your penis for eternity." With that, Peter dove back down on Derek's dick, licking the sides and sweet spot. Derek was in heaven. The sensations he was experiencing was beyond imagination. God damn, Peter's talented with his mouth, Derek thought. Peter scraped an incisor along the side of the erection, causing Derek to jerk upward and groan seductively. Peter continued his ministrations for seventeen minutes, his sex god emitting moans every time the raper sucked on Derek's cock. Eventually, Derek's cock grew tight, and Peter, upon sensing this, withdrew from Derek's cock, causing him to give a soft cry and hump the air, his cock full and needy. "I'm not gonna let you come just yet. Normal edging is also quite effective in increasing the amount of cum you give me. Let's just sit tight and let your manhood calm down," Peter chuckled, lovingly cupping the side of Derek's sweaty face. Derek's eyes were filled with lust; any thoughts of resisting Peter were gone. He had only a primal urge to come, to give in to the pleasure that this long lost friend was giving him. Then his thoughts came to Andrew. His cock seemed to deflate a bit. Was he alright? Did any of those rapers hurt him? His thoughts were diverted to the sensations the tongue-tentacles were giving him. The tongue-tentacles had recommenced on licking his six-pack muscles, pecs, nipples, neck, and arm muscles. Peter joined in and licked Derek's abdominal muscles, causing his cock to grow harder. Peter thought while he licked and came upon a brilliant idea--this time he would let a tongue-tentacle suck him off for a little bit. " Derek... I'm gonna use an tongue-tentacle to suck your cock... hope you don't mind," Peter laughed sexily. With a snap of his fingers, the tongue-tentacle that was wrapped around his pecs and busy licking his nipples stopped and extended its head over to Derek's cock. Derek jerked, trying to get away from the animal, but the tongue-tentacle opened its mouth to reveal 4 slightly blunt incisors along with the tongue. The tongue-tentacle then gently clamped its mouth down on Derek's penis, making him shudder from the sensation. Derek shut his eyes, willing himself to imagine that it was Peter's mouth instead of a tongue-tentacle. The tongue-tentacle slowly took more of his manhood into it, the soft, warm, fleshy feeling incredible to his senses. Before long, Derek accepted the fact that a large tongue-tentacle was sucking his dick off. He was pretty sure that almost no one else in the world got this kind of wonderful attention. In spite of his earlier resolve, he was liking this a lot. The tongue-tentacle, upon reaching the base of Derek's manhood, swallowed with its muscles, rippling around Derek's erection and giving Derek stimulation that exceeded anyone's imagination. Derek cried out, moaning as the tongue-tentacles on his arms licked his pecs and Peter licked his abs while running his hands down Derek's sides. After ten minutes of the tongue-tentacle's blowjob, the tongue-tentacle slowly withdrew from Derek's penis, holding on tightly almost as if it were reluctant to leave. Impatient, Peter dove down on Derek's cock and sucked, curling his tongue around his beloved erection once more. Derek growled, his orgasm nearing. "Don't resist, Derek. Just let it happen... let your semen flow out of your gorgeous cock and let your faithful raper drink it," Peter said seductively. Derek almost laughed. At this point, he was quite willing to let Peter drink his come; he had serviced him so fantastically. Derek looked at Peter, and Peter, upon seeing the lust-glazen eyes of his god, sucked even more intensely. His movements restricted by the tongue-tentacle and tongue bondage, Derek came into Peter's waiting mouth, his mouth open and eyes shut tightly as he moaned loudly. Peter hunched down, his mouth patiently drinking in every drop of the stud's semen. Derek's orgasm lasted for about half a minute as Peter had predicted, his last few convulsions ending his orgasm, leaving him panting on the bed, completely satisfied. Peter sat up and licked his lips of the remaining drops of Derek's precious cum, then lapped at Derek's cock. "Mmmmm.... Derek, your semen is simply delicioussss," Peter drawled, savoring the taste of the hot man's cum. Derek's mind was beginning to right itself again, and he noticed that he had just been milked by a man and that there were tongue-tentacles all over his body. Derek struggled against the tongue-tentacle and tongue bondage with renewed fervor, making Peter laugh at his fruitless attempts. Peter pulled out a camera, took a few pictures of Derek's muscular, tan, and naked body, making sure to take several shots of Derek's pecs, six-pack, and still-erect cock. The burly man's cock slowly became flaccid, and Peter leaned in sucked on Derek's neck one last time before freeing him from the tongue-tentacle bondage, whipping them away into a separate dimension. Peter whispered in Derek's ear, "I hope you enjoyed this a lot, Derek, because I know I did. I promise I'll do my best to come back and pleasure you again, given that the Order of Rapers allows me to..." Derek moaned and looked at Peter wonderingly. "Are you actually going to come back and do... this to me again? I... please... don't hurt Andrew. He did nothing wrong," Derek whispered. Peter laughed, "No, I won't go after Andrew. He doesn't even know his own power. As long as his power isn't awakened, then he won't get involved. Speaking of which, your own power still hasn't awakened, and I won't be the one to do that. I'll see you around, buddy." Peter summoned a portal and disappeared, leaving Derek to sink into the exhausted sleep he well deserved, the warmth of the bed and blanket enveloping him. His last thought was about Andrew...about how he was going to explain this to him. The kinky treatment that Derek received during that day would haunt him forever. Peter continued to rape Derek, and as much as Derek wanted to classify it as rape, he couldn't resist enjoyed being serviced and worshiped. (This part of the story has not been completed. To be added in at a later date.) Back in the present: The gym. Push out. Relax. Tighten. Relax. Derek was working out, lifting weights, making his muscles even tighter and sexier. He was lying down on the bench, lifting weights, listening to workout music. He put the bar down and sat up, wiping away his sweat. Suddenly, a hand clamped down on his mouth, preventing him from yelling out. Derek's assailant beat his abdomen, knocking the breath out of Derek. Derek was dragged to into a private bathroom, where a big bed was laid out. The lights were dim and there was a figure in the corner. Derek looked at the arms restraining him and saw that they were very well muscled and tan. The dominating man threw him onto the bed--Derek opened his mouth to speak, but stopped when the muscular man put a finger to his mouth. The mouth smiled. The lights brightened slightly, allowing Derek to see that the man... was Dylan. "Hey there Derek," Dylan said in his low voice. "I've been interested in your body for a while now, ever since your friend Peter raped you." Derek gasped as Dylan massaged his crotch. "I'm the master raper... the god of sex. You can't deny me- no one has. You've become so sexy... I see that the seal Peter put on you has been accelerating your muscle growth to make your body look extremely sexy and erotic..." Dylan leaned in and stuck out his long tongue, licking Derek's neck and the skin directly beneath the collar of his v-neck t-shirt. "Dylan--nuh-o..." Derek moaned in his deep, masculine voice as Dylan continued to lick and tease the muscular stud. Dylan's seductive skills were on an entirely different level from Peter's. The rational side of his mind couldn't even stand a few seconds against the tongue-driven lust from Dylan that pervaded his mind. Suddenly, Dylan's abnormally long tongue wrapped around Derek's biceps and pecs, where Dylan lifted Derek into a kneeling position. Derek's arms were suspended by the slick tongue that wrapped around both of his arms and chest, preventing him from moving them. "Peter told me about your seal... a cock-blocking seal, huh? The sea Peter placed on you didn't nullify it... that cock-blocking seal is preventing us from making you give us a long orgasm with lots of cum coming out of your penis... Let's hit you with a seal to cancel that bad seal, shall we?" Dylan drawled. The tongue's tip was wrapped around his left nipple, and it slowly wound down towards the bottom of his shirt as Derek looked at it helplessly. Dylan's tongue hooked under Derek's shirt, the tip touching his tan, taut skin. Derek shivered at the contact...he was getting turned on. His cock hardened slightly, and Derek breathed deeply, trying to control himself from getting an erection. Dylan was already becoming aroused, his cock was getting hard already as he drank in the sight of Derek's muscle shirt tightly hugging his muscular, tan body with his tongue restraining those heaving muscles.. Derek's arms were thick- any person who saw the muscles on his arms would have swooned at first sight. His face was handsome, his hair spiked up, adding even more to his attractiveness. Dylan licked Derek's body as he licked the shirt up, revealing a finely chiseled six-pack, flexing from the rapid breathing of Derek's nervousness. Dylan almost came. "Hola, look at that six-pack! Those biceps too! No wonder you can lift such heavy weights. I can't wait to see what your pecs look like...and best of all, your manhood. My, my, Derek... I'm so glad I got to know you over these past few years. I'm so lucky that I got to meet one as sexy and gay as you..." Dylan cooed sexily. Dylan's tongue wrapped around the bottom of the shirt at the bottom of Derek's pecs, allowing his six pack to continue show. Once the tongue completed one circle around his wonderfully buff body, the tongue licked Derek's six pack repeatedly. His tongue traced the outline of his six-pack, tracing each muscle. The licking continued for minutes, causing Derek's body to arouse even further. Nipples hardened, butt cheeks tightened, and blood flowed into his member. Derek breathed deeply, willing himself to not get turned on. Inevitably, the seal that prevented him from having extended orgasms (a protective measure that his partner placed on him to prevent rapers from becoming attached to him, and failing miserably) appeared- a spiral seal with lines on the edges--Dylan's mark. "You've grown up so sexily, Derek. You don't have to fight against me. I'm your friend, after all. Hmm... since I am your friend, I'll be nice and not completely remove the seal. We'll just extend the length of your orgasm by a few minutes, shall we?" Dylan grasped his hands, purple fires appearing on each fingertip. "Each prong will add a few seconds to your orgasm length... we left you alone for a while to allow the sperm in your balls to build up. Today, I will get the drink of my life. Five-pronged seal!" Dylan punched Derek's abs, making Derek cry out, moaning sexily. Dylan held his hand at Derek's abs until the seal appeared. Then, Dylan continued to lick his six-pack as the markings faded. "Now, we begin," Dylan said softly. He retracted his tongue, letting Derek's muscle shirt fall back down. Dylan straddled the man's arms and legs. He leaned in under Derek's head and sucked skillfully on the stud's neck, drawing a moan out of Derek. Using his teeth, he bit a cut at the apex of the collar of Derek's v-neck. Derek squirmed, trying to wriggle out of Dylan's unyielding control, but to no avail. Dylan snapped his fingers, calling out to his tongue-tentacles. Two large tongue-tentacles slithered out from under the bed and pinned Derek's buff arms down to the bed. Dylan slowly widened the tear down Derek's shirt, revealing smooth, tan, and muscular pecs and his six pack. Derek was almost fully aroused by then, his breath becoming faster. Dylan abandoned all pretense and tore away Derek's shirt, tossing it aside. "Hey, you DICK! I liked that shirt! Why did you--" Derek's cry was cut off when Dylan leaned in and sucked on his nipples. Dylan flicked out his tongue and licked Derek's torso, tracing his muscles and leaving saliva all over his muscular body. Dylan undid the zipper to Derek's shorts very slowly, then pulled it off gently and tossed it aside too. Derek was fully aroused; his cock was hard and his boxers were tenting. Dylan slipped a hand under the elastic band of Derek's boxers and felt the skin around his member, teasing the hard man. Dylan wrapped his tongue around the base of Derek's buff arms and his chest, his tongue rubbing against his hard nipples. Derek growled. Dylan laughed sexily as the tongue that was once again wrapped around his left nipple licked a winding path down his six-pack and below his boxers to lick the base of his cock. Derek shivered from sexual pleasure. Dylan removed his boxers. "Mmm...your body is absolutely delicious, Derek... I'm so glad that I can keep tasting your sexy body..." Dylan murmured, licking Derek's body lustfully. Derek gasped as the cool air hit his engorged penis, but before he could adjust, Dylan's tongue wrapped around his erect cock. Slowly, deliberately, and purposefully, Dylan tightened and loosened his tongue, making Derek's breathing jagged. The tip of his tongue licked the sexy spot on the penis, the top of the head. The tongue licked the spot and the tip of his cock, making Derek moan increasingly louder. Slowly and deliberately, Dylan wound his tongue around the cock and covered Derek's balls, eliciting a further moan. "Oh FUCK YEAH...guh...I love you... Dylan..." he said amid his groans of sexual excitement. Dylan laughed sexily and flipped Derek around, making his tongue-tentacles slither around Derek's tan muscles, while Dylan began to fondle him gently, wetting his hands with his saliva, concentrating on Derek's six-pack. "I'm gonna milk you dry, Derek," Dylan said softly. Derek thought he was going insane. The sensation took hold again as Dylan continued to masturbate his sex. Dylan then took him into his mouth, making Derek moan his loudest. He deep-throated the man before him, continuing his ministration until he felt the man grow tight. He pulled away from Derek's cock, causing him to cry out. "This is just a way to help you lengthen your orgasm. Let's play a game now. It's called, 'Lick the milk up'. I'm going to pour milk on your body and lick all of it up along with Peter." The figure in the corner stood up and walked over, stripping himself of his own clothes as he came into Derek's view. Peter poured a huge bottle of milk over Derek's muscular body as Dylan retracted his tongue, the tongue-tentacles still holding him down. Peter poured milk all over his pecs, biceps, neck, nipples, abs, legs, and poured about a quarter of the bottle on his crotch. The feeling of orgasm had already faded in Derek's cock. Dylan and Peter extended their tongues and slowly licked up the milk almost painfully slow, starting with his legs, then his biceps--each person licking one side of him. Peter traced the outline of Derek's left pectoral and Dylan the right, where they lapped up the milk as slowly as possible, drawing out the erotic sensations. They licked his six pack for minutes, each one with their hand on their own cocks as they gazed upon his muscles. Derek's muscles were on full display, shiny from the milk, saliva, and sweat. Dylan wrapped his tongue around Derek's cock again while Peter wrapped his tongue around Derek's biceps and pecs, preventing him from using his arms. Derek was moaning loudly, his body extremely aroused. Peter trailed his tongue across a good portion of his abs. He licked the muscles on Derek's torso repeatedly, leaving saliva all over that wonderfully buff body. He turned Derek around and again. He completely enveloped Derek's midsection with his tongue, then wounding down to his cock, leaving his cock hanging out between two layers of his tongue. Peter suspended Derek up into the air. Derek was completely exposed and naked, his erect cock hanging above Dylan's face. "Nnnh...n-n-noo please!" Derek cried as Dylan opened his mouth to take him in. Dylan wrapped his tongue around the base of Derek's cock, and took him into his mouth. Derek shivered at the new sensation. God... it was too god damn wet and warm... it was too sticky... Derek thought as Dylan deep-throated him. Peter massaged him from behind, making him groan in pleasure again. Dylan wrapped his tongue and curled it around Derek's penis several times, continuously sucking on his cock. Dylan directed the tongue-tentacles to use their tails and poke at his opening. Derek, humiliated, willed away the jolts of pleasure running through his body. "Derek...don't resist. You can't avoid the orgasm," Dylan said. Derek shut his eyes as Dylan continued to give him a blow job, tongue wrapped across his muscles. One of Dylan's tongues was dabbing at the slit of his member, making Derek's body thrum with pleasure. "AH! Dylan PLEASE!" Derek yelled as he came closer to the climax. Struggling against the tongue bondage, Derek orgasmed, his orgasm lasting for about one minute, Dylan patiently sucking and drinking in every bit of his semen. "Mmm...Derek, you taste goood," Dylan drawled. Derek gasped for breath as Dylan freed the tongues from his member, laughing sexily. Dylan and Peter left Derek to recover. The world went dark as Derek sank into a deep sleep exhausted from the intense sex session.