Title: Tentacles
Summary: Slash M/M. A young male prostitute is given an unusual assignment by his owner, to be the 'host' for an alien pregnancy. And that is only the start of his troubles. Rated M for mature themes, xenophilia.
Warning: Contains M/M slash, dub-con. I have tried to keep the descriptions within the guidelines for this site, but it is still fairly graphic.
As usual for me, I am posting all the chapters together, so this is a complete story (12 chapters).
"It appears to be a healthy and vigorous specimen. Does it understand my language?"
"No. We can talk privately"
Marshall glanced at Jay - he was sitting quietly, obviously trying not to look too long at the collection of tentacles that formed the majority of the alien's body, doubtless endeavouring to work out where its genitals might be, and what he might be expected to do for it when the financial arrangements had been finalised.
"Does it know that it is here to be bred?"
"No. It expects to perform mating acts, but it does not know that it can be impregnated by your species." Marshall paused for a moment before asking "Do you wish me to tell it?"
"Will you give it a choice in this?"
"No. It is my property. The choice is mine alone."
"Then telling it would serve no purpose. If its genetic material is incompatible, there will be no reason for it to know this was considered. You are content with the conditions we discussed?"
"Yes. The fees and conditions are acceptable."
"Leave us for three hours. By the time you return, the process will be complete, or I will return it to you."
Marshall stood up from the low bench and bowed slightly to the alien, Jay sat up a little more alert than before at the movement, expecting his part in the transaction to begin soon.
"Before you leave us, instruct it to remove its coverings"
"I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted." Jay nodded, automatically translating his owner's words to mean 'Take your cue from the customer. No restrictions', then frowned as Marshall added "Strip off first"
"Do you mean 'tease' or...?"
Marshall shook his head. "Quick and efficient. They don't wear clothes and don't see the point of them. Just peel off and... well, you've worked with enough species to go along with whatever it wants"
Jay nodded. In the past year he had 'worked with' a dozen different species, and they had all been pleased with his services. But... most had been humanoid, or at least mammalian, or... well, four legs, or six at the most, and he could guess where to focus his attention. Twenty to thirty snake-like tentacles was something new...
He was unbuttoning his shirt before Marshall had even left the room, then bent down to slip off his boots before skimming stretchy trousers off his slim hips. He stood for a moment before hooking his thumbs into the elastic of the minimal thong and sliding it off. It would have been little enough for modesty even if he had still had any concerns about such a concept. But his body had been seen, and used, from every angle now, by individuals, in threesomes, in larger groups, or for an audience of those who got their pleasure from watching rather than participating. One alien, even one with as unusual a body as this, was not enough to make him shy.
He smiled encouragingly, and walked across to where the creature was still standing, eyeing it appraisingly. Half as tall again as himself, even taller when it lifted itself up on some of its tentacles to move around the room. Broader too, though it was not easy to decide what counted as body and what as limb. And, radiating in a helix all around the central part, those tentacles, varying in length and width, some the breadth of his arm, some of a thigh, some thicker still, each tapering towards the end. A section at the top of the trunk was clearly the equivalent of a head, having eyes and a mouth, and possibly other sensory organs, though it was difficult to tell what was structural and what was surface pattern. But nothing that looked like reproductive organs.
He approached it more closely, and was relieved when it finally responded - he had been beginning to worry that it somehow expected him to know all about its body and its ways of achieving pleasure without having to be told. His job was far simpler when non-humans made their wishes blatant. This one reached out and stroked his arm - its skin was surprisingly dry and warm. He had been prepared for something cold and slimy but this was more like leather that had been lying in the sun, and he returned the action, stroking his hand along and back, saying "Mmm, that feels nice". Even if it did not speak Basic, there was a strong possibility it could understand it well enough. At the very least it would be accustomed to the different tones of voice that humans used, so it was always worth expressing pleasure, excitement and arousal out loud by way of encouragement.
It made a brief chittering noise, then stretched out four tentacles, wrapping them around Jay's torso and legs and lifting him up off the floor and in towards it, before adding more to cradle him firmly but gently in mid-air. Another reached out to him, running along his torso from his throat directly down to his genitals, then stroking him there. His body responded quickly, his cock rising up, hot and solid. The alien made a sound that seemed appreciative. As he watched, a change came over the front of its body (assuming of course that the face side was defined as 'front') and it seemed to unfold somehow, a narrow channel opening up, running from below the 'face' to a similar distance from the base, tapering out to a few inches wide at the centre. The skin there looked softer than elsewhere, and as he recognised the probability that this was where it kept its more sensitive organs, another tentacle extended from there, apparently pushing out from deeper inside. Rather than the usual tapered end, this one finished in a ring of finger-like structures which wiggled independently. He moaned as the 'fingers' touched his erection, stroking and squeezing it until it was rock-hard and a drop of fluid appeared at the tip. "Oh yeah, that feels good" he murmured, then gasped as the fingers wrapped around the tip and flowed upwards to encase it completely. They squeezed and rippled, and he began to thrust his hips to maximise the sensation, prompting the fingers to pulse more rapidly around him in time with his movements, until with a groaning sigh he ejaculated into the enclosing warmth.
As he did so, ripples flowed all the way back along the tentacle to the alien's body in a sequence of waves, before the fingers eased their grip and his now-soft cock slipped out to rest against his thigh. He turned and rubbed against the tentacles that were holding him, saying "Oh that felt good, you know all about humans, huh?" It did not respond to either his words or his actions, and after a few minutes he went back to lying quietly in its embrace, allowing it to decide when to make the next move.
A few minutes more and it made sounds Jay interpreted as excitement, then grabbed his cock more confidently than before and worked it until he was hard and needy again, carrying on until he ejaculated with a low cry. This time it did not relax its grip, but kept rippling around him until he began to harden again. It took longer this time - even his enthusiastic young body could only manage so much in a short time - but eventually he came into its grip for a third time. When it seemed intent on continuing yet again, he gripped a nearby tentacle to get its attention, then said "Hey, no need to rush, we can take as long as we like". It made a low, reassuring sound, and stroked his face and hair. He smiled and stroked its skin again, thinking it was going to take his advice, but then the fingers around his cock squeezed yet again and he groaned as his body was pushed into reacting for a fourth time. He shuddered and gasped as he came, achingly wondering how many more times it would want him to do this. Would it carry on until he was emptied out and had nothing left to ejaculate? But to his relief, the grip relaxed and his bruised cock slid out to lie flat on his belly.
It stroked his face and body again as he lay there exhausted, the sensation relaxing and soothing him, easing out tired muscles that had tensed with each act. He allowed his eyes to lose focus and simply lay there, breathing heavily for a time.
Then it changed its grip on him, tentacles unwrapping and coiling again, until it held each thigh separately, with more coils around his chest and arms. It pulled him towards it, spreading his thighs outwards and bending his legs. It was a familiar position, and he was not surprised to see a thick protrusion standing at right angles to its torso. It was the same size and shape as an erect human cock. In fact... as he got a closer look, it really was identical to a human erection. Either this alien had evolved a strangely parallel reproductive organ, or this one had been created just for him... It was moist and glistening - already lubricated - and he focussed on relaxing his internal muscles as he was pulled in towards it, guessing that there would be no other preparation. It positioned him carefully, the tip blunt and hot against his opening, then pulled him slowly onto it. He moaned and wriggled, easing himself around the head as best he could before gasping "Just... just gimme a minute, yeah?" as his body became accustomed to the sensation. He had taken more, and faster, when the customer wanted it, but it seemed unlikely that this alien had delayed and focussed on his cock for so long if it was impatient to fuck him hard and fast. More likely it was just a little unclear what felt good, and how much his body needed to adjust to penetration. Once his muscles had opened out around it, he said "Ok, yeah, that's good" and pushed himself deeper onto the shaft with a moan of pleasure. It was a good size, much like his own, big enough to fill and stretch him, but not too much to take with genuine enthusiasm. He idly wondered if it was in fact a copy of his own – the creature had certainly had enough opportunity to get to know his dimensions...
He began to rock his hips, sliding himself on and off it, gripping the tentacles that held his arms and flexing against those around his thighs, looking at the alien's face for any signs of encouragement to go faster or to slow down. But it seemed content to let him set the pace, so he continued as he was doing. It had apparently enjoyed what had worked for him earlier, so he kept up a steady speed, enjoying the feelings it triggered inside his passage.
After a few more thrusts he frowned. It felt... bigger. Longer as well as thicker. A sign of increased arousal perhaps? He shifted position to ease it, and continued the slow thrusts. Wow, it was definitely growing in there. He moaned a little, it felt good but... it was a lot to take. He gasped as it swelled still further. He squeezed his hand around one of the tentacles that was supporting him. "Hey, you're one big guy there! But... maybe we could stop at that size, huh? It's plenty for a little guy like me" He could barely move himself on it now, the girth was stretching his opening wide and the head was far inside him. The alien chittered at him and tentacles stroked his face and hair while others around him shifted, holding him more tightly so that thrusting was no longer an option anyway. He sighed in relief as both he and the erection stopped moving, then gave a gasping cry as it swelled again, pushing deeper into him and forcing his opening wider around it. "No! No, I can't! Too much, stop!" It grew again and again, the alien paying no attention to his shouts and cries of pain. He tried desperately to pull himself off it, but the tentacles around him tightened still further to keep him in position. He tried to free his arms and legs, but with no success. He was screaming and shouting almost constantly now, pausing only to draw in ragged breaths. Finally the size seemed to stabilise. He had no idea how far up inside him it reached - his knowledge of anatomy was enough to reassure him that it was not really about to pop out of his throat, whatever it felt like, but it was certainly far deeper inside him than anything he had experienced before.
It pulsed, a ripple running up from his anus on and on through him, then there was a sharp burning sensation almost under his ribs. He cried out at that, but luckily it was not repeated. Then he noticed a bulge on the alien's torso, travelling from the middle of its cleft down to the base of the huge cock. It looked like a tennis ball being squeezed through a sock... he tensed as he realised with a sickening jolt where it must be heading, and thrashed against the restraining grip in a vain attempt to pull away from what he knew was about to happen. But it was no use, and he could do nothing but sob helplessly as it reached the base of the impossibly large erection and slammed up against him. He screamed and convulsed as it was forced into his opening, already stretched wider than he would have believed possible but still not wide enough to let it through. The erect shaft swelled, widening his hole still further as he sobbed and begged incoherently, until at last with a sickening sensation the rigid bulge was forced through the gap. He gasped as his opening was finally able to relax a little, then moaned as the organ within him flexed, pushing what was inside it. It moved slowly but inexorably, working its way up inside the tube that filled him, as the alien tensed and loosened muscles along the length to squeeze it onwards.
At times it seemed almost to get stuck, and the creature had to flex its organ wider to push through some narrower part of his passage, leaving him shaking and sobbing, at others it moved more quickly and easily, progressing up or back or sideways, he was no longer clear which, until finally it came to a halt, up under his ribs, just where the burning sensation had been earlier. There were more sensations up there, odd and inexplicable, though mercifully less painful, then several smaller pulses through the long shaft and a repeat of the stinging, burning feeling. Then, at last, the shaft began to slide out of him, the movement slow and cautious, leaving his body tense and aching as his stretched passage collapsed in on itself in its wake.
The alien was chittering again now, its movements gentle, stroking and rubbing at him, and Jay felt a curious mix of emotions, from anger, through shame at his helplessness, to an odd sense of gratitude at the way the alien was now obviously trying to soothe him. One tentacle was wrapping around his head now, the tip pressing at his mouth. He parted his lips a little way, allowing it to push inside. It was warm and moist, and he found himself returning what had to be its equivalent of a kiss. It became wetter as his lips and tongue moved on the surface, and he swallowed down the liquid that pooled in his mouth. He felt himself calming, his pulse and breathing slowing to something more like normal, the pain from his body receding. The alien deepened the kiss and he opened his mouth wider to allow more of it inside, then tensed and tried to cry out as more and more of it pushed in, catching the back of his throat. He gagged for a moment, then the sensation was gone, though the slender tentacle was now sliding down inside his throat. He pulled against it, but his movements were slow and uncoordinated. Confusion filled him - why did he feel so strange? A gentle pulse through his mouth and throat gave the answer to that, and he tried again to pull himself away from the slim tube that was pumping fluid into his throat. His pulse and breathing had slowed still further, though breathing was becoming more difficult. With a sense of panic that rose in spite of whatever drug he was being fed, he realised that the tube was swelling in his throat, filling it completely and making it impossible to breathe. He fought helplessly against it, trying to pull in air through thick warm flesh, feeling darkness encroaching at the sides of his vision. Then suddenly he was breathing again, pulling clean air into aching lungs.
The tube was still there, filling his mouth and throat, but somehow it had changed to be porous, letting him breathe. He sighed in confused relief, then frowned as the tube pulsed again, more strongly now. His lips responded automatically to it, mimicking a swallowing action that he was sure made no real difference to the result as he felt his stomach filling with something warm. Whatever the structure of the pipe was now, he found no difficulty in breathing while some part of the tube delivered the warm fluid directly to the top of his stomach. It was really full now, bloating outwards as more and more was pumped into it. He whimpered and tightened his lips, knowing that it would make no difference, but was relieved to find that the flow stopped. Presumably the alien could feel his responses and make some guess at the reason, even if it chose to ignore many of them.
Jay frowned. He had had things forcibly inserted into his mouth and anus more often than he cared to recall - despite his willingness to do whatever the customer asked there were always those who enjoyed it more if they went too far and too fast and took him sobbing and screaming rather than moaning with pleasure. And sometimes what they wanted to push inside was just too large for his body to easily accommodate, though Marshall tried to be careful which customers he gave the young man. Marshall normally gave him an 'assignment' every night, and any customer who left him incapable of pleasing the next would not be welcome if they returned another time. Healing creams could help for most circumstances of course, but he had never experienced anything on the scale of this alien. It would likely be at least three or four nights before he could work again, even assuming that the feeling of burning had not been a sign of permanent damage. Marshall would be very unhappy.