It all started with a delightful surprise in my ask-box, This Post.
(I’ve added links to the posts to get to all the rest, if you want to read them there.)
Arthur sighed around the tentacle in his mouth as one of the other tentacles stroked along his perineum. There were tentacles everywhere, his arms, his legs, they held him up off the bed effortlessly. Arthur revelled in the sensation. It was like… It felt like… It was brilliant! He didn’t understand why Douglas had looked so haunted this morning when he left this room. Arthur had switched rooms with a stranger because of his curiosity. But this was better than the time with Fliss and Pobs!
~the next morning~ “Hallo, Arthur. How did you sleep?” “Oh, just brilliant, Skip! I had the most brilliant sex with a tentacle monster that was in my room, you know the room Douglas had the night before? Any way, it was all slippy and slide-y and I must have worn the poor thing out because it made a wheezing noise and went away around 3 in the morning. How’d you sleep?” “Um, wha-” “Skip? You okay? You’ve gone a funny colour? I know! Want to sleep in my room tonight? Monster sex is very relaxing!
~that evening~ Martin sat at the hotel bar, contemplating the bottom of his glass and wondering when it was exactly that he had completely lost his mind. Because he had spent most of the day seriously contemplating Arthur’s offer of and… What did it say about his life that the idea of tentacle sex seemed so appealing. Martin blamed Cora, his anime-loving housemate and her ‘educational’ dvds. ‘Last orders, sir.’ the server said. Martin sighed, “Three shots, please.” What the hell, right?
Martin managed to get himself all the way to the door of Arthur’s room and knock before he started second guessing himself. He had almost bolted when Arthur answered the door, “Skip! You came!” Martin winced, he was pretty sure Arthur didn’t mean anything like that but still! “Yes, Arthur, I c- umm. Yes. I’m here.” Martin said. Arthur tugged him into the room and closed the door. “I’m glad, Skip. You’ll really, REALLY enjoy yourself. I promise. Now, shall we switch rooms or shall I stay?” (cont)
The sheer unexpectedness of the question had Martin choking on air for a second. “I, umm, I. Huh. Thank you, Arthur, but I believe I should do this by myself. I hope you don’t mind?” Martin said as diplomatically as he could. Arthur nodded, “I just thought I should check, in case you were nervous. Of course, getting it off with a co-worker in the room would make you nervous too, I suppose. And when I was in Ipswich-” “Arthur!” Martin cut Arthur off, “Here’s my keycard. See you in the morning?”
"Oh. Of course, Skip. I’ll just grab my bag." Arthur gathered his things and gave Martin a squeeze on the shoulder as he passed to leave. "Have great sex, Skip! See you at breakfast!" Martin stared at Arthur in disbelief. "I’ll… I’ll try?" /Who says that to someone?/ After Martin checked that the door was locked, he gingerly sat down on the bed. Still not believing what he was about to do, he undressed, carefully placing his clothes on the chair. He turned out the lights, laid down and waited.
(dubious consent, tentacle sex) - Martin lay in the dark, waiting anxiously, trying unsuccessfully not to fret. /It’s completely possible that this tentacle thing of Arthur’s was a figment of his imagination, a bit of underdone potato with a kinky side. At least I hope it is. Of all the indignities I’ve suffered being stood up by a tentacle beast-/ Martin heard something move in the dark. There was a sensation of something making the bed move and then he felt something wrap itself around his-
(con’t, on anon because it’s more fun this way) his ankle. It was warm. So warm, a bit slick, holding his ankle still. Then there was another one, on his thigh and another and another. Soon there were tentacles holding down onto his legs, arms, and across his stomach. They weren’t moving really, just a slight rhythmic squeezing. They weren’t doing anything overt, not yet. Martin began to feel his skin tingle. The tingling spread out from the tentacles to the rest of his body. He shuddered-
Martin shuddered and moaned, anticipating something. Anything. Why weren’t they moving? Martin writhed, his motion limited by the tentacles but they finally reacted, curling and spiraling around him, caressing his skin. Martin gasped and one of the tentacles touched his face, rubbing along his cheeks, his lips, a faint residue leaving his face tingling and hot. The tentacles didn’t try to penetrate, at least not yet, they just rubbed all over, all at once. Heat and pressure and deliciously-
restricting. Martin felt overwhelmed, moaning and panting, twisting in the tentacles’ grip, trying to get as much sensation as he could. Martin’s cock was already hard and dripping, his pants sticking to him from the mixture of precome and slickness from the tentacles, rutting up into their mass, his inability to move as much as he craved a delicious tease. The tentacles holding his ankles slowly pulled his legs apart as the ones covering his groin began to move faster and lower, caressing-
caressing his balls, pressing along his cock more firmly. Martin moaned lowly, thrashing his head back and forth as he tried vainly to move his hips, to get friction, faster, more. The feeling of being held down, the heat and touch of the tentacles every where, the scent of his own musk, Martin felt his body tighten and one last jerky thrust up, one last squeeze over his whole body - Martin came, screaming. The tentacles continued to constrict and caress through his orgasm, drawing it out
Martin slumped down onto the mattress, panting for air, his body covered in sweat and the slick of the tentacles, his pants soaked with come. The tentacles continued to hold him loosely, gently moving as his breath slowed and he came back to himself. Martin groaned, blushing, uncertain what to do now and feeling his muscles ache. Martin rolled to the side, the tentacles sliding along his skin as he moved, making Martin shiver. Martin lay on his side, too tired to get up, when he felt the -
tentacles inch their way under his pants as he lay on his side, tickling under his balls and stroking along the crack of his ass. Martin felt his cock give a half-hearted throb and sighed, pushing back slightly into the motion. ‘Just, just give me a moment to rest,’ he muttered into the pillow. ‘There’s… humans… refractory… oh god, there, please there’ —- when Martin came down to breakfast the next morning, there was a smile on his face and a hitch in his step and Arthur just beamed.
I would like to thank Tygermama, again, for not only sharing this little multi-part bit of tentacley awesome, but for going back to it and finishing once RL let her steal a few minutes to do so. She is sparkly fabutastic with sprinkles! \o/
FYI: I checked with tygermama first about reposting these all here. ;)