6 comments/ 51659 views/ 31 favorites Male Encounters Tentacles Ch. 01 By: the59sound This is a work of fiction. Nothing is real, everything is permitted. It was a bitterly cold December night in the Midwest. The kind of night where, when a cold gust blows, you breathe it in and it knocks all the wind out of you. A man was just getting home from a bar, fumbling with his keys, trying to get inside, out of the bitter chill of the nights air. As he found the right key and began inserting it into the lock, he heard a shuffling sound from behind his door. It was very distinct, as if someone had just quickly moved out of the way just in time. He paused with the key in the lock, trying to decide if he had actually heard it, or if he was just that drunk. After a brief moment's pause, he decided it was nothing to be concerned about, and turned the key and entered his home. Right away something seemed off. Not that it was a bad kind of off. It was actually pleasant. There was a very sweet scent permeating through the house. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on, but was very familiar to him. He, once again deciding it was nothing to be bothered about, went to the shower and let the hot water fall over him. He was on the verge of sleep, he could barely stand in the shower and the sweet scent he had smelled earlier was coming back. It almost had the scent of a perfume, but was completely beyond his grasp of understanding or remembering what it was, and where it was coming from. He was breathing it in deep, trying to place it with a memory, or person, but it just wasn't happening. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply once more, focusing on the scent, but as soon as he started exhaling, he felt a sudden and excruciating pain on the back of his head and fell, unconscious. He awoke in a room where the walls and ceiling were light blue. The floor was a warm, and metallic. Maybe steel, maybe something else. He wasn't sure. He wasn't even sure how he made it home. The first thing to come to his senses was the smell. The same smell from his home. That he remembered. The room he was in had no visible doors, which was odd to him. He was still naked, but he wasn't cold at all. He was laying in the center of this strange room, and as he sat up, he was fairly surprised to find that he had no hangover, or any pain at all that usually came after a night of heavy drinking. He sat up and tried to recall anything that might help him remember why or how he got here, but the smell was overpowering now. It lulled him into a semi-blissful state. Almost a completely non-caring mood. He tried and tried to gather his thoughts, but just couldn't seem to focus. He got up and started pacing the room, with nothing but pleasant thoughts. He had almost forgotten that he wasn't at home, he couldn't get out of this room, and that didn't bother him in the least bit. For all he cared, he could spend forever here and be completely happy. Just as he was trying to get his mind moving in the right direction again, he leaned against the wall and found that the blue coloring wasn't the wall, but an almost gel like material. Softer than gel, he noted as he pushed his finger into it and smiled at how soft and pliable it was. He was lost in a state of adoration for the substance covering the walls that he didn't notice right away that there was some movements going on from the other walls of the room. He turned around, catching movement out of the corner of his eye, and almost let out a yell of surprise. There were what appeared to be tentacles forming on all of the walls around the room. He started to get scared but then that sweet scent filled his nostrils and he started to not care again. He tried harder to focus his mind as the tentacles crept closer every second. They were within feet of him, and he was just standing there. He had to move. He had to do something. He made an attempt to move away from the closest one which was now just a foot from his right arm and as soon as he did, he knew his mistake. One tentacle grabbed his right arm with amazing speed, and more surprisingly, amazing strength. Soon after, his left arm was seized, along with both of his ankles. He tried to escape as hard as he could, but was held so firmly in place that he couldn't even move an inch. The tentacles grabbed him around the waist and other various places, and held him up in a sitting position. He began to panic now. The tentacles that were holding him in place were secreting a fluid that was very warm, and almost like lubrication. His whole body was soon covered in this fluid and more tentacles approached him from almost every direction. The first tentacle to reach him wrapped itself snugly around his balls and started a massaging movement which felt very nice. He started to get hard and almost immediately, three more tentacles worked toward his growing cock. One tentacle, wrapped itself around the base of his member and started the same massaging in the same way as the first. The other two tentacles were different than the first two. They were smaller and had what looked like small mouths on the end. He started to get scared as they approached his cock. The descended closer and, instead of attacking like he assumed they would, they attached to his cock in separate places and started secreting a large amount of the same fluid and moving up and down his cock, covering it completely over and over. The tentacle around the base of his cock started moving up and down slowly with the other two. It was an amazing sensation and he was already close to cumming. As if they knew this, the tentacles started moving faster and faster. Another tentacle descended upon his cock and fixed itself over the head and started a sucking and swirling motion on the head of his cock. He couldn't take it any longer and began cumming a quite sizable load into the tube that was fixed to his cock. The tentacle sucked up what he gave and released itself. There was a voice issuing from a speaker somewhere, and it took him a second to focus on what they were saying. He had to pull his mind out of the blissful state these tentacles, coupled with that sweet scent, were putting him in. It was a kind, female voice. She was giving instructions. He listened. "You are here so we can harvest your seed. That is all you shall be used for. That is your purpose from now on. You will be continuously milked for your cum until we have no more use for you, and you will be released. To ensure you continue producing semen, we will need you to swallow the fluid produced by the creature with which we're using to acquire it. You will suck on this creatures appendages and drink the fluid. If you do not cooperate, then the creature will force you to carry out this task." The voice repeated herself once more, and then all was silent. It was an order, more than general instruction. He thought about it for a moment and began to get worried about how long he would be away from his life for this. He would lose his job most likely it seemed. Before he had more time to come to grips with the gravity of the situation, a tentacle was right in his face. It was shaped very similar to a human penis, and he had decided he wasn't going to suck on it. No, he really wasn't in the mood for all this right now. He had to get out, he had to leave. The tentacle began pressing itself against his mouth and he thought, 'as long as I keep my mouth shut, it can't do anything'. The tentacle pressed harder, but he kept his jaw clenched shut. He wasn't going to. The tentacle creature, which had previously been covering the walls, now moved down onto the floor, in a great big puddle that covered the whole floor of the room. It continued to hold him in place, and then slowly, it lowered him to the floor and he was standing, quite on his own now, but he couldn't move his feet. He was ankles deep in this blue tentacle creature, and it was holding him in place. He was worried about what was going to happen next... Male Encounters Tentacles Ch. 02 This is a work of fiction. Nothing is real, everything is permitted The man was starting to panic. He couldn't see any possible way to escape from the creature holding him in place to the floor, let alone the room he was trapped in with it. He had to fight with every ounce of his being to focus, not on the amazing feeling of euphoria the aroma inside the room was giving him, but on how to get out. His mind was in a haze, and he hardly noticed that the creature had moved him onto his hands and knees and was now spreading his legs apart on the floor. He shook his head vigorously and cleared his mind, just in time to notice that the set of tentacles that made him cum once before were already back to work on his cock, sucking, massaging and rubbing up and down his already stiffening shaft once again. He hadn't noticed, at least not yet, the set of tentacles behind him. There were three of them, forming themselves out of the mold of blue gel that this creature seemed to be made out of. Two of them fastened onto either of his butt cheeks and slowly pulled them apart, while the third made its way towards his hole slowly. It was secreting a large amount of the same fluid as the rest of the tentacles, and when it reached his anus, it began to slowly push its way into his ass. His eyes were focused straight ahead of him at another tentacle that was positioned directly in front of his face, no doubt waiting for him to open his mouth and accept that he was just going to have to suck on it. He still was not going to do it. The tentacle started pushing in and out of his ass slowly and a warm sensation started to fill the whole of his body. He became harder than he ever had before and started to gently buck his hips with each thrust from the tentacle in his ass. Sensations he had never had in his life were coursing through his body and it was all he could do to keep from moaning out in pleasure. One tentacle was running up and down his cock at a moderate pace, while two smaller ones were sucking on the head and wherever else they could, while yet another was caressing his balls. The tentacle in his ass started fucking him faster, and his hips replied by speeding up to keep pace. He couldn't stop himself. He didn't seem to have any control over any of his body from the shoulders down. All he could do was keep looking at the tentacle in front of him, wondering how long it would wait for him to open his mouth to accept it before it took any further action. He was fucked faster and faster. The bottom half of his body had been lifted up on the floor at an angle that allowed the tentacle to penetrate even further into his ass. He had cum at least twice that he could recollect, everything was starting to turn into a blur. Every so often the tentacle in his ass would pull out, and copious amounts of the fluid it was pumping into him would leak out of him and down the back of his legs and because of the position he was in, would work their way around to his stomach and onto his chest. The tentacle would allow these fluids to flow out completely, and then resume fucking him. Each time this happened, he would inevitably cum. He experienced no pain what so ever and began to actually enjoy the fucking. He saw no end in sight and he wasn't expecting it to be that way. He didn't want it to end now. Just as that thought came into his mind, he had an orgasm that sent him over the edge, making his entire body spasm and making him moan out in ecstasy. Just as he began to moan, the tentacle in front of him, as he knew it would, entered his mouth and began pumping its own fluid down his throat, and he eagerly sucked it down. He started sucking it like it was a cock and loved every second of it. The fluid it pumped down his throat made him cum more, it made him want more, and it definitely made everything feel even more intense. The creature moved one of his hands up to the tentacle in his mouth and he got the idea pretty quickly. He grabbed it, wrapping his fingers around it, gently at first and started jerking it off and sucking on it. This sent more fluid down his throat. He couldn't help himself. His previous fight was lost and he knew it, so he gave in completely. A second tentacle was now fucking his ass and the continuous stimulation of his cock was more than he could handle. He came and came and came. He knew it wasn't normal that he should be able to cum so much, but didn't care. He sucked on one tentacle while jerking off another. Then sucked on another while jerking off two others. He was being fucked, came on, cumming continuously, and always wanting more. He lost track of time. It could've been just hours that passed, although it was more likely that it had been days. Hell, it could've even been weeks or months, he had no idea, but finally the creature stopped. It withdrew from him and left. He was sitting in the small room, which was now white. He was covered in the fluid that creature had left on him and, even though he had cum so much, his cock wasn't even sore. The same voice as before came over the speaker, although he couldn't be sure there even was a speaker. Her voice seemed to just emit from the walls themselves and fill the entire room. "Subject 24457, you've fulfilled you're obligation. Since you were so willing to cooperate with quite a small amount of hesitation, a compromise has been made on your behalf. Remain seated where you are, and our ambassador shall be with you shortly." Once the voice had faded, the light seemed to leave the entire room. It was almost pitch black except for small slits of light eminating from around what appeared to be a door. After several minutes, the door slid open, revealing nothing but blinding light. He was blinded and couldn't see a thing, but he was almost certain he was going to enjoy his encounter with this alien even more....