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 Terrible Tommy was stark naked and horny as fuck.  He was also in the
middle of a deadly alien jungle full of creepy slithering slimy things that
were equally as horny and perverse.  It was a match made in Hades.  And
though Tommy somehow survived long enough to get close to the -emple of
pyrite, the deviant child's luck was about to take a turn.

   "Freeeeeee-freeeeeee-please sexy candyman let my butthole be freeeeeee!"

   Tommy's sweet angelic singing voice attracted the unwanted attention of
the insatiable Dr.  Tentacle, a naughty tentacle specialist who specialized
specifically in the handling and treatment of prepubescent shota boys with
itchy beckoning anuses.  The mass of green tubular tentacles leered from a
safe distance as the boy strutted and whistled up the steep steps to the
entrance of the fool's golden temple.  Now was a perfect time to strike, in
the open air and on the steep incline.  A tentacle shot out of a cracked
hole in one of the steps and wrapped itself around Tommy's groin.  The boy
howled in surprise.

   "Hey!  What the fuck is the big idea?!  Get your slimy warm body off my
junk or I'll---"

   "You'll what?," a sinister voice replied.

   Tommy yelped in fright, his cute baby blew eyes nearly bulging out of
their sockets.  He cursed his rotten fate to be the constant captive of a
bunch of horny phallic-like appendages.

   "Damn, why do I have to be so goddamn fuckable," the boy mumbled to
himself.

   A tentacle with a bulbous bloodshot eyeball at the end snapped up and
down, side to side, scanning over every pore and dark crevice of Tommy's
irresistable juvie bod.  Dr.  Tentacle's exam was a thorough one, as many
unlucky cheetah boys will attest.  There's nothing to make your day
uncomfortable than a big slimy thrusting fuck tentacle in your tooter.  But
it's just a fullness to bear on a growing boy's road to wellness.  Those
ungrateful just brats just didn't understand.  The impudence!

   The doctor held Tommy's in the air in a tentacle wrap with his pale
uncovered rump sticking straight in the air.  His legs were thrashing to no
avail.  Tommy made a bunch of cute struggling noises and quivered as the
tip of a cold clammy drooling tentacle positioned itself ominously around
his o ring.

   "Now my dear boy, what ever seems to be the problem?  Tummy ache? 
Soreness in your throat?  post-hypnotic jungle snake fever?  Let Dr. 
Tentacle get you all looked over."

   Tommy fumed (insert cartoon steam blowing out of his ears as needed).

   "Gee doc, I don't know.  It seems I was skipping along my merry way when
you decided to TENTACLE RAPE MY BUTTHOLE!"

   Dr.  Tentacle hated unruly children, thrusting out a smallish sized
tentacle to gag the boy from speaking.  Tommy squirmed his head and the
tentacle slid across his wet cheek.

   "Ick doc!  Say it, don't spray it."

   The doctor's eye tentacle shot out a dazzling blue eye raping lazer
straight in front of Tommy's to stop his wiggling.  Tommy's mouth drooped
and drooled, his eyes closed to mere slits, and he began uttering a
guttural zombie-like moan.

   "Now now," tisked the doctor, "such naughtiness from such a sweet young
moppet.  But I can cure your mind as well as your filthy little body with
its dirty sinful evil little...satiny smooth pulsing....little
engorged....blood-filled throbbing jizz bubbling.....ugh!  You sicken me
child!  Repeat after me!"

   The mind raping lazer made Tommy's eyes water from its intensity.  His
brain felt like burnt toast, and the poor defenseless boy could do nothing
but hang onto the tentacle's every forceful brainwashing word.

   "The tentacle is good, the penis is evil."

   "sssdstttttthhh t--t-ttencle isssssss god, penissss uuuuuugh goh---ah
god!"

   Tommy came right on the spot.

   Tommy slept limply in a slippery nest of green tentacles, his slender
bony body coated head to toe with Dr.  Tentacle's piping hot love jism. 
Every now and then the rosy-cheeked rascal felt a fullness poke his rump
and withdraw like a hit and run ass bandit.  When the doc's fuck tentacles
stabbed a little too hard 'lil Tommy's eyes popped open and he let out a
yowl.

   "F---fuck doc!," the boy said breathlessly.  "If you gonna go that deep
at least loosen me up a little."