Slimy trap for muscle stud

Jim drove carefree along the empty old road, humming one of his favorite songs playing on the tape recorder. He was traveling from the best holiday. However, each of his summer holidays turned out to be the best. It involved drinking, partying and a lot of sex with various people. With the latter, his young, gorgeous body, bulging with muscles, helped him a lot.

Jim was driving completely alone, drinking beer left over from the last party. He sat in an unbuttoned sleeveless shirt, which perfectly showed off his powerful torso. The music was playing at full volume, echoing throughout the area through the open car windows. The jock was singing along to the beat of the music, enjoying the freedom, when suddenly his voice was interrupted by a signal. Jim fell silent and looked at the fuel gauge. The arrow was almost near the letter E.

“Damn,” Jim said irritably, stopping his car. He parked on the side of the road and turned off the engine. Hoping to find a spare can of gasoline, he went to the trunk and opened it. To his deep disappointment, there was only beer. Jim looked at it sourly and closed the trunk.

“Well, of course,” he said, offended at himself. The guy took out his phone to call for the car to be towed, but as luck would have it, there was no network. Jim growled and angrily hit the trunk of the car. He lowered his head in despair. His good mood and sense of freedom seemed to be blown away by the wind.

The bodybuilder raised his head and began to examine the area around him. There was an old and empty road around. During all the time he drove along it, Jim has never met any other cars or people.

Then he noticed a wide path leaving the deserted road to the left. Looking towards this path, Jim noticed how a huge chimney and a tall building towered above the tops of the trees.

“It seems there is some kind of settlement or city there,” Jim thought hopefully. Without thinking twice, he decided to go in that direction for help. The guy turned off the car engine and headed towards the mysterious city along the path.

The road ran through a dense forest. The air was filled with the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves. Slowly Jim's irritation faded away, giving way to peace.

Soon this path led to a small town. Judging by the appearance, it has been abandoned for many years. All the small buildings had numerous cracks, from under which bushes and various plants grew. Most of the windows were broken or missing, leaving only dark, gaping holes in the buildings.

Jim walked down one of the abandoned streets. He took out his phone to see if the network appeared. She wasn't there.

“Damn!” Jim swore loudly, holding the phone up, still hoping to get a signal. But everything was unsuccessful.

“There’s no signal, and there’s no people either, so I just have to do everything myself,” thought an irritated Jim again. He decided to find a can of gasoline

Moving forward along the destroyed street, the guy decided to enter abandoned buildings. Having walked around several dilapidated buildings, he found nothing worthwhile, only useless garbage.

Coming out of the last building, the guy noticed that the sun began to set. Evening came. How long did he stay here? Jim headed towards the car, leaving the search for the ill-fated canister for the next day.

In the gathering dusk, the dilapidated buildings began to look ominous. Blackness yawned from the empty window frames. It felt like one of them was watching a young bodybuilder. Jim was alarmed and he quickened his pace towards the path leading out of the city through the forest.

This time the forest did not seem as peaceful as it had during the day. Jim quickly walked through it, shining the flashlight of his phone and being frightened by every rustle around him.

Finally, having reached his car, the guy calmed down. Having settled down in the back seat, he turned on his favorite TV series that he had previously downloaded to his phone, ate dinner with the food he had taken for the road, stripped down to his boxers and fell deeply asleep.

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He had a dream. He was lying in some dark and slippery place. His entire body was covered in mucus. He could neither move nor scream. His muscular body seemed to be paralyzed. He felt something slimy, reminiscent of hundreds of worms, swarming under his back. Despite all the disgust Jim felt, his dick was rock hard.

One of the long worms, or rather tentacles, began its movement from his foot, circling each toe and causing a tickle to which his body could not react. It moved along his leg, circling it in a circle. Jim didn't see it, but he felt it very well. To Jim's horror it reached his pubic area. And then this creature wrapped itself around his raging boner. With the same circular movements, the slimy tentacle made its way up the guy’s trunk straight to his dickhead. Every movement of this tentacle caused pleasant sexual pleasure in the young body of the jock, despite the fact that Jim himself lay in fear, eyes bulging and wanting it to stop.

His erect penis was covered with the mucus of this strange tentacle. And not only with mucus, but also with his own precum. Having reached the pissing slit, the tentacle stopped, as if thinking. The bodybuilder was afraid of what would happen next. Suddenly, the tentacles penetrated his penis, causing a stream of pain and incredible pleasure...

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The guy woke up abruptly in fright from the nightmare he had experienced and sat up. He was covered in a cold sweat, and his breathing was rapid.

“Damn it, I could have dreamed something like this!” Jim thought, bringing his breathing back to normal. He looked down and saw that his boxers were stained with a wet spot of his own seed.

“This hasn’t happened to me for a long time,” Jim muttered with a dissatisfied look. Also, to his surprise, his balls hurt and there was a strange tingling sensation inside. The guy decided to ignore this feeling, citing a wet dream.

It was already day outside, the sun was shining joyfully through the car windows. Suddenly the young bodybuilder noticed that the door of his car was slightly open. How could he forget to close the door? “Okay, there’s no one here anyway,” the stud reassured himself.

Jim changed his soiled underwear and got dressed, ready to go in search of fuel again. Otherwise he won't get out of here.

The young guy again set off along the same path to the deserted town. Coming out of the forest through the path into the town, Jim decided to take a different route in search of a suitable building in which he could find a can of gasoline. Wandering around the outskirts of the town, he was still haunted by a feeling of anxiety. It seemed as if someone or something was watching him from every dark corner.

“We need to quickly find this damn canister and get out of here,” anxious thoughts flashed through Jim’s head. Plucking up courage, stud continued his search.

Oddly enough, there were old abandoned cars on the streets. Unfortunately, Jim could not find even a hint of fuel in them. Meanwhile, his balls were filled with thick cream, and the desire to empty them grew in his head.

Rubbing his crotch, Jim tried to concentrate on his main goal - to get out of this outback, preferably in his car. At the end of the dilapidated street one could see the remains of some kind of brick factory. The young man went in this direction, hoping to find what he wanted.

On the way to the abandoned building, Jim began to notice that the desire to release his sperm was growing. Trying not to pay attention to this, he began to inspect the plant. At the same time, the feeling of anxiety seemed to intensify. He had to muster up his courage again to explore this place. He needed fuel, he couldn't be distracted.

The guy again touched his crotch, through which he could clearly feel his half-engorged penis. “Is it just me or are my nuts feeling cramped?” Jim wondered in his head. The desire to relieve tension was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.

“To hell,” the guy muttered decisively and lowered his shorts. With every movement of the jock, his penis became filled with blood, knowing what would happen to him next. Soon Jim pulled out a fully erect penis from under his clean boxers. As soon as the bodybuilder's strong hands rested on his willing boner, a stream of precum immediately flew out of it and fell to the floor, leaving a thin string behind it.

“Something is wrong with me,” thought an aroused Jim. But he didn’t care, at this moment he wanted only one thing - to satisfy his desires, and he surrendered to the pleasure that completely absorbed him.

He took off his shirt, completely exposing his muscular torso, and tossed it aside. The bodybuilder leaned his back against the brick wall, ignoring the unpleasant feeling of roughness. His body completely surrendered to this fleeting passion.

Jim threw his head back and began to stimulate his erect penis with masturbating movements. His body responded perfectly to this with waves of pleasure. The feeling of anxiety was carried away by the fire of pleasure that began on the muscular guy’s penis.

At that moment, all that existed for him was his body and the pleasure it received. “I've never had such pleasure in my life from a simple jerk-off,” Jim noted, continuing to masturbate.

He began to moan quietly, which were clearly audible in the echoing room of the abandoned factory. As he got closer and closer to the point of no return, his moans became louder. At the moment when his erect penis was almost ready to erupt with seed, Jim was attacked.

Something cold and slimy quickly wrapped itself around the bodybuilder’s muscular arms and with incredible force pulled them in different directions, forcibly separating them from the thirsty dick.

“What the fuck!?” cried the frightened Jim, who was just beginning to recover from his outburst of passion. He looked at his hands and noticed in horror that they were wrapped in black tentacles, an exact copy of the nightmare from his dream. In a panic, he began to pull his arms in an attempt to free himself, tensing every muscle, but his bodybuilder strength was not enough. As soon as he wanted to use his trained legs, these slippery appendages instantly grabbed his legs, completely immobilizing him.

All that the young jock was capable of was to wriggle his muscular torso and swing his throbbing penis, from which translucent liquid was pouring as if from a tap.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” was all Jim could say as he tried to get out of his slimy trap. Strange, but even in such a situation, when his fear almost reached the point of insane panic, his erected dick wanted more.

After some attempts to free himself, his body became tired and he calmed down, trying to muffle his fear and assess the situation. But he still wanted to cum. Jim looked at his dick, wanting to pounce on it and quickly do his business. But he could only watch as his boner spewed precum.

Then, after some time, an incomprehensible amorphous creature crawled up, similar to a slug, from which the very tentacles grew, holding the excited muscular stallion.

“What the fuck are you?!” Jim shouted, looking at the creature with a frightened look. Fear took hold of Jim again and he began to squirm, trying to get out of this situation. But the creature was noticeably stronger. The jock felt like a fly caught in the web of a big spider. Is it going to eat him? But even in such a situation, he strongly wanted to free his nut.

Suddenly, several more wet, shiny tentacles emerged from the creature. One of them was very thin and translucent. They all reached out to the writhing stallion. Or rather, to the area of his crotch.

“Get away from me, you fiend of hell!” shouted Jim with a mixture of fear and rage. He didn't know what this creature was going to do to him, but he definitely didn't like it. One of the tentacles reached out to his throbbing cock and wrapped itself around its base. A groan involuntarily escaped from the mouth of the jock, because even this touch on his penis almost made him cum right on all these tentacles.

Another tentacle quickly wrapped itself around his now large balls. The muscleman growled, trying to break free and free himself from the unpleasant feeling of pressure on his penis and balls, but it was all in vain, this creature completely ignored his protests, thereby showing his superiority and complete control of the bodybuilder’s body.

And another tentacle reached directly towards his dickhead. It approached Jim's pissing slit leaking with precum and seemed to think, watching the movements of the penis. Suddenly, two other tentacles squeezed his penis and balls for a moment to the point of pain that Jim screamed in his guttural voice and froze, and at the same moment this thin translucent tentacle burst right into his penis, which caused another flash of pain, forcing the helpless jock to sob and crouch as much as possible.

With a face that described the discomfort of this position, Jim got used to the new sensations; he no longer felt pain. But the desire to cum only intensified. Suddenly, one of the tentacles holding his penis began a masturbating movement, simultaneously lubricating the jock’s aroused boner with its mucus.

“Damn, what is this thing doing to me?” Jim thought anxiously. But these movements sent his body into an ecstasy of pleasure. Moans escaped from the aroused man, unable to stop the unwanted manipulations. Each slow movement of the slimy tentacle caused the wildest pleasure.

While his muscular body reveled in the pleasure of cock stimulation, another tentacle approached him from behind. Jim, completely absorbed in erotic feelings, noticed this abomination only when it touched his thigh from behind.

“Oh fuck,” the stallion said, feeling another slimy mess make its way along his muscular thigh, leaving a wet trail of mucus. It slowly made its way up, outlining the thigh muscles, making them shine. The tentacle penetrated under the lowered shorts, and then under the boxers of the jock. His target was the hole between the buttocks.

When the helpless stallion realized this, he began to grunt, growl and squirm in the futile hope of breaking free and escaping, resisting the sexual manipulation of his cock. However, nothing could stop this creature. The slimy black appendage slowly made its way to the anus, completely ignoring weak attempts at resistance. It easily reached the young man’s virgin hole and, with some effort, penetrated inside, leaving a wet trail of mucus.

Jim screamed, and then his scream turned into the guttural growl of a trapped beast. The tentacle penetrated further and further into the rectum, filling it with its own mucus. No matter what predicament his sweaty, pumped body was in, no matter how much discomfort he received from this position, he received great pleasure.

It was unwanted pleasure, it was disgusting, but the bodybuilder moaned from the stimulation, wanting to cum. He looked at this monster with rage on his face, periodically distorted by grimaces of inevitable sexual pleasure

“Fucking beast,” was all the guy held by the black tentacles could say in between groans and grunts.

Then a thin translucent tentacle located in his erect penis began active movement inside his genitourinary system, which caused a strange sensation in the stallion. It moved inside, as if in search of something valuable. And then it stopped, causing a brief period of relief for the sweaty dude.

And after a moment, the vile tentacles in his anus and in his penis became active, acting together. The first pressed on the secretion-filled prostate gland, causing an injection of wild pleasure that almost suffocated the helpless bodybuilder. It then continued methodically stimulating the prostate.

At the same time, the tentacle located in his penis began sucking movements. And Jim, drowning in an ocean of forced pleasure, noticed how a transparent liquid flowed with fluctuating movements through this tentacle directly into the creature.

Jim moaned, trying to cope with the rush of sensation caused by the stimulation. It was a finely tuned mechanism for sexual stimulation of a man to extract precum. This creature dispassionately squeezed his juices out of the muscular guy, filling himself with them.

The stallion could not cope with these sensations. Forced pleasure filled his entire mind and body. Black, vile tentacles held onto his arms and legs, strong enough to render his large muscles useless. He could only squirm, trying to isolate himself from the stimulation, but it was all in vain.

Several tentacles continued to manipulate his penis, slowly masturbating him, bringing him to the edge, but others wrapped around his overflowing balls and hard throbbing penis, preventing him from achieving the urgently desired orgasm.

Another tentacle in his rectum continued its manipulations with the prostate of the jock, bringing him to sexual paradise. Or forcing him to go through all the circles of hell. Jim wanted to cum so badly, to empty his nuts with a powerful orgasm, but this disgusting creature did not give him that. How long can this go on? How long can his muscular body withstand this endless stimulation? It felt like torture.

Jim moaned, growled and grunted as the black slug pumped his juices out of him. The young man was disgusted, looking at how a slimy thin tentacle protruded from his penis, along which a clear liquid flowed. But the disgust was easily drowned out by the overwhelming feeling of pleasure that turned into sexual torment.

Completely lost in time, the young muscleman did not know how long he had been here. Every second of sexual torture seemed like an eternity. Then the sexual stimulation of his prostate stopped, giving the young man a slight respite. The tentacle from his cock also stopped pumping precum out of him and came out of his tortured dick, causing a strange but tolerable sensation in his cock.

But the other tentacles still held the aroused penis and eggs of the exhausted Jim in their grip. He still wanted to cum more than ever. And then, the appendages of this amorphous creature on his balls and penis moved, changing their position. The tentacles on his sperm-filled balls began to wrap around them, taking up as much area as possible.

And then, to the great horror of the tired bodybuilder, they began to slowly squeeze the young man's large nuts. The tentacles on his penis continued masturbating movements, stimulating the nerve endings on the frightened stallion's boner.

At first, squeezing the balls only brought discomfort, but soon it turned into a crippling pain. The tentacles continued to squeeze with slow inevitability. Jim screamed and panicked and moved as much as he could, tensing his big muscles and trying to escape, but this creature continued to hold the muscular man, completely ignoring his attempts.

He kept screaming, experiencing intense pain in his groin and the pleasure of masturbating his mucus-covered penis. And then thick white sperm began to slowly flow out of the exhausted boner. He didn't get any relief. But only severe pain and pleasure.

Jim growled and squirmed, and a large amount of sperm flowed from his penis directly onto the floor of the abandoned factory. One torture ended, only for another to begin. Thick white liquid continued to slowly flow out of his penis, and the young muscular stallion felt only pain and disappointment from the lack of orgasm.

The tentacles on his balls continued to squeeze them, squeezing as much sperm as possible out of the bodybuilder's nuts. Then the creature, satisfied that there was no more sperm left in his sac, released his balls and cock.

Now Jim, held by slimy tentacles, felt only bottomless fatigue and pain in his exhausted scrotum. He could not bring himself to move, and his consciousness was clouded from fatigue and the torture he had endured. His eyelids fluttered, foreshadowing his imminent loss of consciousness. Before falling asleep, he noticed how this vile monster again extended its thin tentacle to his, already becoming a flaccid cock and penetrated it again. Jim did not react at all, but only fell into the darkness.

Thank you for reading

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