Tentacle Club (Paranormal Gay Tentacle Erotica)
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Young former soldier Bruce is alone in a new city and looking for friends and a place to stay fit. He thinks he finds both when he meets Vince, who tells him all about this great gym he knows that's totally free, but totally secret. Little does Bruce know that he'll be paying a different kind of price to a single-minded beast that lurks in the gym's walls--or that he'll end up enjoying it... More
Young former infantryman Bruce is alone in a new city and looking for friends and a place to stay fit. He thinks he finds both when he meets a guy named Vince, who tells him all about this great gym he knows that's totally free, but totally secret. Little does Bruce know that he'll be paying a different kind of price to a single-minded beast that lurks in the gym's walls--or that he'll end up enjoying it...
This 3,100 word story is meant for adults only and features tentacle oral, anal, and other sex acts, as well as multiple male orgasms, bondage, and dubious consent that ends as enthusiastic consent.
"Vince! Vince, quit playing, let me out!"
"You'll come out when it's done with you," Vince said through the door. "Don't fight it."
Don't fight it? Wasn't the whole point of this exercise to see how well he could fight it? Another tentacle lashed out and grabbed him by the left arm. The tentacle that had been around his ankle returned, and a third one joined the fray by wrapping around his other leg. "Vince, please. Open up."
"Sorry bro, it won't let me. You'll just have to get through it like everyone else," he said. His voice got more distant with every word. With growing dread, Bruce realized he was walking away. Leaving him alone to fend off whatever this beast was.
All he'd wanted was a gym where he could meet new people and make some friends. Now he had a fourth tentacle around his arm, lifting him into the air and spreading his limbs. More tentacles fell from the ceiling and slithered up his shirt and the legs of his shorts. They were all slick and slimy with something translucent and thick, and they were stronger than they looked. One brushed against his nipple, the sucker pulling it hard and sending a jolt through his body.
"Wait," he gasped. The tentacles didn't wait. He heard more slithering, and it sounded eerily like laughter. The beast tore through his flimsy clothes before ripping his underwear off him, and very quickly he was hanging completely naked and spread-eagle three or four feet off the floor. He'd never felt so vulnerable in his life. The tentacles slid across his skin, leaving wet trails of heat over him, prodding his body and sucking little hickeys all over him as the beast explored him. It turned him over, twisted him around, before finally sliding one thick tentacle up his chest to press against his mouth.