My orgasm rippled through every muscle in my body. My arms and legs flexed against the tentacle arms holding them strong. My jaw, still pried open with the tentacle down my throat, uselessly canted against the intruder. My face stretched into extreme expressions of pain and pleasure as I felt the continued stroking of my guts. I shook all over before my penis swelled, angry with the sounding tentacle, and the first burst of cum pumped from my ruddy erection.
Instead of shooting powerfully, I saw a bulge in the tentacle travel up my shaft and out of my dick, presumably drinking up my thick spunk. As it ascended, I could feel my urethra being stretched out to accommodate. The sensation was incredibly cathartic, though the cycle restarted each time a rope exited my piss slit and the next one swelled up in my cockroot. My contorting body continued to pump six, seven, eight, nine… nine times. I was powerless to do anything as my eyes hooded over and I watched my cum getting harvested by this alien being. By the end, I was pleading in moans around the throat plug.
My mind clouded almost immediately; I couldn’t focus on any one tentacle as they flipped me over such that I was suspended face up in the air. I felt the limb around my neck relax as the tentacle slipped out of my throat. The tentacles in my ass were similarly retreating, though they writhed up against the tissue of my rectum playfully such that I shivered every few seconds. The stretch of my urethra, which had subsided since the harvesting, was slowly deflating. Wait, why had it harvested my cum? What is that going to be used for?
The tentacle stopped deflating and I felt the head, deep in my bladder, rotating around suddenly. My mind was once more wiped clean as I processed my body being stroked in ways I never even knew existed. I let out a long high pitched moan and squeezed my eyes shut. My pathetic noise died off slowly as I acclimated, and it was replaced with short, breathy sighs. As the tentacle slowed to a stop and deflated again, I hung my head in resignation. I had no more energy. The tentacle withdrew from my piss slit, pulling with it a dribble of golden piss that splattered to the floor. It made a hollow noise, like a stream of water splashing against a drum.
The tentacles lowered me down and went slack, still wrapped around my limbs and torso but much more pliable. Even with this newfound freedom, I could barely move an inch. I was still naked, and after my orgasm the air around me felt chilly. I curled my body into itself, pulling ever so slightly against the wrist restraints to pull my hands together in front of me. In this fetal position, I noticed the tentacle in my ass had yet to withdraw. Instead, I could feel my wrecked hole being played with once again. My ring was stretched out wide, then would cinch loosely, then repeat. I suspected an anal beads-like tentacle had wondered in, but when I glanced back, I saw that the tentacle from before had been pumping… something, into my ass. I was in no shape to care much, except for the fact that it was making me even colder. I was getting too uncomfortable here.
I gathered up my motivation and made a move to stand. It was difficult given the flexible walls of the chamber and my tired legs, and I fell forward. Catching myself on my forearms, I steadied and slowly raised my center of mass. I needed something to protect me from the cold; I could never find a way out of here if I froze to death first. The light from the chamber walls had dimmed, but there was still a faint glow. I looked around for any inconsistencies in the membrane. Eventually, after a few too many wandering thoughts, I noticed that the points at which each tentacle met the wall had a shadowy trail stemming from it like a vein. I followed all of these paths to a single point on the far wall. I pushed against it and felt not the smooth give that I expected, but rather a tight mass of strong tissue. I tried to push my arm in and found that with some pressure, I could move through the heretofore hidden sphincter. To where? I don’t know, but I can’t stay here and there’s no other way. I pushed up to my shoulder before I took a gasp of air and plunged my head into the opening.
It took me a number of minutes, but eventually I was able to lodge myself into the wall and wriggle along like a snake. Periodically the ring of muscle around me would contract and my shoulders would cave in around me, my nipples and cockhead slipping luxuriously against the mass. My fingers were the first to feel air on the other side. I fumbled around, rubbing the sphincter’s surface, and in only a few seconds the sphincter responded by pushing me out with sudden force. I slid on my ass across the floor, the sweet friction now acting on my puffy, opened hole. I let my brain catch up to my body before taking a look around. The same faint pink light emanated from the crimson membranous walls, but this chamber was much bigger. What’s more, now that I knew what to look for, I could see other sphincter openings peppering the surface like pores on a face. In the center of the chamber, there was a depression that was filled with some sort of organic slime.
The slime pit looked alien. There were no standing currents, instead the slow blooming movement of a lava lamp rippled the coagulated surface. It was a deep purple in appearance, though bubbles that slowly expanded and popped at the surface saw the pink light catch the fluid, revealing its translucency.
I dipped my hand into the slime. At first it refused to squish in my palm, firm like a cube of gelatin. Though, drips of slime seemed to lose their viscosity in my hand, melting down my arm and reforming into a jelly-like layer over my hand and wrist. It was slightly disgusting, but it was warm.
I dipped both feet into the substance, wiggling my toes around once I was inside. It did feel pretty good, but I was going to have to limit myself. I lowered my bottom half into the slime up to my thighs while laying back with my upper body out of the pool. Finally, some rest. I laid back and let my hooded eyes finally close. It was only in my last few moments of consciousness that I felt that warmness travel up my thigh, my abs, around my neck and… sleep.
I was at the beach again. The orange sun was cut in half by the dark sea, waves of heat and color propagating throughout the sky. I looked down along the curved shoreline and could see a lighthouse out at the end of the final breaker. Not a single person was in sight. When I looked to land, the quaint beach town had flattened like a cardboard background. I was alone. The only thing that was real was the lighthouse.
As I walked, the sky grew darker until it was black and starless. I noticed my flaccid cock bouncing against my legs and I discovered that I was completely nude and hairless, just like back in the chamber. With no other options and the sole beacon of light dead ahead, I continued, padding against the sand.
I stepped into the lighthouse and an uncanny awareness took hold of me. Somehow, I knew this was a dream. The inside of the lighthouse was not brick and concrete but rather marble and gold, and the spiral staircase that curved up the interior of the building was cast in opulent metal and embossed with magnificent detail. I crouched low to take a closer look at the casting, which depicted a group of men with hard cocks playing with one another. Even as I knew this was a dream, I couldn’t escape the feeling that it wasn’t *my* dream. Like these images, unlike the familiar beach, did not stem from my psyche. As I took each step up the marble staircase, I noticed different frescos and engravings of men engaging in various sex acts with one another. My cock rose to attention as I ascended, and by the time my foot cleared the last marble step a trail of precum had formed stemming from my piss slit and leading down the spiral stairs as a thin, silky fiber.
I knelt down and looked up.
Above me, a massive glass geodesic dome stretched to intercept the whole sky. The night, pitch black, did nothing to dull the bright interior of the room. The entire place was covered with gold; golden vases, golden tiling, golden shelves of golden tools and treasures. Pillars, carved to look like erect penises, scratched the ceiling. And in the center of the room, on a pedestal ornamented with giant carvings of flaccid dicks, was a throne. A human man was sitting on that throne.
I would guess he was about three times my size. He towered over me with an inscrutable look. He, like me, was nude. His head was bald but grew thick facial hair that coated the bottom half of his face. Thick hair covered his trunk-like torso and led down to his swollen, uncut… cocks? Where his legs met together, two massive penises stuck out like a pair of nails. They looked hungry and powerful. The man stood, his legs rippling with muscle, and an opening appeared in his beard as he opened his mouth to speak.
“You must be scared. Do you know who I am?”
I stared blankly at the giant, waiting to see if he would speak again. He didn’t, nor did he move. I cleared my throat.
“You’re the creature that just attacked me?”
“Yes.”
No apology for that I guess.
“So, you can talk?”
“Not in the way you’d think. I communicate through chemical signals dissolved in my ether. It can be exchanged directly with others of my kind, though it’s been a while since I’ve seen another. Instead, I feed signals to your brain while it’s resting. You interpret those signals as dreams.”
“So I’m in that goo right now?”
“Yes, fully submerged. This is how we will communicate from now on.”
“From now on?”
The man moved for the first time since he started speaking. He lowered himself so that he was sitting on the pedestal, one leg hanging over. It rested against the head of a penis sculpture.
“If you agree, that is.”
“What would I be agreeing to?”
“As best as I can tell, experimentation. Stated quite plainly, I’m a rather interesting species. Not only to you humans, but to the ones who brought you here. They want to see what the long term effects of interspecies bonding could be.”
“Wait so… you’re not the one who captured me?”
“No, I’m afraid if anything I’m closer to your position than theirs. Your and my intelligences are deemed ‘low level’ by those who keep us here. We are, as humans say, lab rats. And just as a rat has no real concept of the experiment it participates in, you and I are necessarily clueless.”
“What if I refuse?”
“What happens when rats refuse?”
“They die.”
“You’ll die. It wouldn’t be that bad. But, as you can probably gather, I did not make that choice.”
“What about all the other men here? I saw hundreds…”
“Like I said, I don’t know. They could be for other experiments. They could be replacements for you in case something were to happen.”
I mulled over his words. It was a lot to take in.
“So here, I’ll be a human test subject? And that’ll be my whole life?”
“I see you’re realizing how limited your options are. Unfortunately, yes. You stay here and accept what happens to you, or you die and nothing happens to you. I won’t tell you how to choose, but all I will say is that life is what you make of it. Even if it is not what you expected, you might be able to be happy here. I am.”
The man looked down to his crotch, where his two long thick cocks had inflated and were reaching up to the geodesic ceiling.
I was silent for a moment. My old life is gone now. Full stop, no going back. I don’t know how my disappearance wouldn’t be noticed, especially given my position in the miliary, but if this man was telling the truth then the ones behind this could clean up that mess in no time flat. If I was a test subject, hopefully that would mean I was kept alive for as long as possible. Hopefully I might be able to find my way out of here.
“I guess I will be joining you as a test subject then.”
The man looked up at me and made eye contact, smiling widely. I could tell I had pleased him. He jumped off of the pedestal and landed with a loud thud. He paced over to me and picked me up in his hands, scooping me off the ground with little effort. He brought me up in front of his chest and pulled me in for a hug.
“This is going to feel so good.”
And with that, I felt—even through my sleep—that tentacles had crept into the creature’s ether, nudging at my ass and mouth. In my dream, I could see the man’s cock sticking out of his thick nest of pubes right in front of me, tantalizingly close. I felt the warmth of the other behind me. I locked eyes with the giant man as I accepted his cocks into both of my holes. In the waking world, tentacles had breached my throat and anus, snaking deeper and deeper into me.
Suspended in the thick goop, my skewered sleeping body twitched with dreaming erotica. How long I would be in stasis like this? I didn’t know. How many others were in this pool with me? I didn’t know. And would this be better than death? I didn’t know.
