Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy, and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in such behavior to seek help immediately. Title: Chapter Four: Middle School Excitement (SciFi, Bondage, Tentacles, b) Date of Latest Update to This Story: 3/28/17 Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If you wish to drop me a line, feel free. My email address is (CreepingDawn@protonmail.com) and I look forward to hearing from you. Additionally, proofreading is not one of my better skills so if you find errors you believe impact the story's readability, please let me know. Offers to proofread will be welcomed with open arms. This story is broken up into chapters. As such, the order you should consider reading it is: Chapter 1 Memory Interlude 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Memory Interlude 2 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Concerning the Privileged Life of Cameron Seymour Riley III Memory Interlude 3 Chapter 8 Epilogue Without further adieu... ......................... Two minutes eighteen seconds. That's how long it took for Mrs. Arthur's social studies class to go from having a perfectly normal day, albeit with Mrs. Arthur and their female classmates all MIA, to being tied up by mysterious tentacles and satiated from the most intense lust any of the eleven an twelve-year-olds had ever experienced. When the mass arousal hit the pre-teen boys, who were busy wondering where all the girls and their teacher had gone, each and every one of them became solely focused on his own immediate and desperate need. Like animals in heat and with no thought to being in public, the boys shoved their hands down their pants and began to desperately stroke their aching cockletts. Four of the boys, having already been aroused when the tsunami of lust hit, climaxed dryly into their pants, throwing their head backs and howling with pleasure as they came. The rest, almost all of whom had never touched themselves sexually, found that the mass arousal unlocked in them the carnal knowledge necessary to get off by rapidly abusing their little bodies. As the seconds ticked by and the four who had already cum began their descent back to earth, quite a few of their classmates, realizing the difficulty in pleasuring one's self while clothed, began to pull up shirts while pulling down jeans and shorts. So focused on themselves, embarrassment registered to none of them as tighty-whities featuring superman, batman, and the classic white unadorned cotton were rapidly thrust down below knees so as to accommodate the flushed and horny pre-teens. Within moments, several of the more dexterous boys began to climax, their loud childish moans transforming into screams of adult adulation as their small cocks reacted to their abuse. Ojukwu Akanni, the twelve year old being one of the original four to cum and having, by this point, cleared the fog of orgasm from his mind, stared dumbly at his classmates as they furiously wanked. He couldn't believe what was happening. Only moments before, he was talking with his neighbors while surreptitiously attempting to rearrange his stiffy (and for the little black boy, who stood just shy of five foot and weighed only ninety pounds, his six-inch boycock was difficult to deal with when erect and was certainly obscene looking on such a small child.) Then the most amazing feeling hit him like a ton of bricks and, as his boyhood throbbed and his mind exploded, he lost track of everything around him and was swept up in his very first climax while awake. Now, with twelve-year-old Albert Galston to his left, moaning while jerking-off furiously, and with eleven-year-old Evan Tike on his right, stroking his own cock really fast while chanting "Oh god! Oh god!" over and over, it was all poor Ojukwu could do but stare in disbelief. By this point, much of the class was in the throes of orgasm and were oblivious to the world. Some, like Terrance Budly, who had cum right as the mass arousal hit, and Brian George, who had been masturbating for months and was thus able to get himself off very quickly, were on their way down from their climax and had started to take notice of the state of the room. Most of them first noticed that a few of their classmates were still busy pleasuring themselves and, soon after that, the poor children realized that they, too, had just participated in that dirty deed. Cheeks flushed with embarrassment as the boys began to rapidly get dressed. Without warning, the doors and windows flew open with a resounding "thunk!" Startled, the children turned, believing they had just been caught with their pants down (quite literally) by a teacher. Instead of Mrs. Arthur, though, a strange and awful sight greeted the sixth graders. Frozen at the threshold of the classroom, hundreds of things floated above the ground and seemed to await invitation to enter. When Mitchell Brown, the precocious blond and last sixth grader to climax squealed in delight as his hand flew up and down his little stiffy and he came for the first time in his life, the tentacle-like things seemed to take that as a sign and swarmed the eleven and twelve year olds en mass. It was like shooting fish in a barrel. Many of it's prey were still not in their right mind as they had just experienced their own peaks; most of them for the first time in their young lives. With their clothing still wrapped around their extremities and given the fact that these prey were very small, it took only a short amount of time for all eighteen of them to be surrounded, grasped, lifted off the ground, and re-arraigned for maximum efficiency. Two minutes eighteen seconds. That's how long it took for the boys in Mrs. Arthur's social studies class to go from having a perfectly normal day, albeit having just flogged themselves to climax in front of each other, to being tied up by tentacles and satiated from most intense lust any of the eleven an twelve-year-olds had ever experienced. ..................... "Oh crap! Oh crap!" thought Garret Kilkenny, though only moans escaped his lips. The things were stroking his body so pleasantly; the eleven-year-old just knew he was going to explode like he had when he had vigorously rubbed his wiener earlier. He wiggled and squirmed, but still the things kept teasing his tummy and arms and shoulders. Two of them were tickling his ears but, instead of giggling, the tickling was making him feel like all the energy in the world was rushing toward his penis. His penis! "Ah!!!" he moaned in frustration, trying to grasp his little member despite his arms being restrained. The thing was rubbing him everywhere but where it counted! "Please please please" he begged in his head, "touch my wiener. Touch my wiener! I need... I need..." With that, the pleasure became too much and Garret reached the point of no return. He began to climax, his immature prostate, suddenly confronted for the first time with seminal fluid, contracted forcefully and sent his boyjuice exploding out of his three-inch pecker. There wasn't much, his tiny boy-parts having only just started developing fluids in the past few minutes thanks to the creature's venom, but his four forceful ejaculations of creamy baby-batter arced gracefully into the air and landed across the chest of the boy slightly in front of him. "Ohhhhh!!!!" Garret moaned loudly, overcome with his second orgasm and holding on for dear life while his mind screamed "It's happening! It's happening again! Oh! AHHHHH!!!!" ............ Thomas Ringler whimpered. The twelve-year-old was about to climax for the third time in his life and his mind was fuzzy from the tentacles that were gently squeezing and twisting his nipples while the rest roamed and danced across his body. What's more, one of the things had slid into his mouth and was gently sucking on his tongue! He moaned involuntarily. The break had been a chance to catch his breath and he was thankful because he had no idea what the hell was going on! His parents, to shy to have "the talk" with him, had left him at the mercy of the school for his sex education. Unfortunately, he had been out that week with a terrible sinus infection and had missed the entire lesson, a fact unrealized by his parents. Sure, he had heard bits and pieces about sex from his friends, but nothing of any real significance. And this! Sex? Is that what was happening? What was that amazing feeling between his legs? What was that goo that came out of his penis? "Help... Oh help..." he moaned pitifully around the Sucker in his mouth, the teasing of his small pink titties sending fireworks off in his brain. His nipples, erect from the stimulation, were being stroked lovingly and it was driving him crazy. His boycock, swaying back and forth due to his constant squirming, suddenly became even more rigid and, throwing his head back in a loud throaty moan, Thomas climaxed. Though he had produced a small amount of fluid only ten minutes before, this time his cocklett erupted powerfully, sending jet after jet of pearly-white jizz into the air. By the time he finished, Thomas's prostate had covered himself and his neighbors in his seed, twenty-three volleys' worth of spunk. .................. Jonah Kail was enjoying himself immensely. Not only had the twelve-year-old cum three time's already, he had been able to watch the other boys writhe around as they climaxed as well! Incredibly curious about sex stuff and more than a little knowledgeable about the subject thanks to hours spent online, Jonah was one horny pre-teen! The problem was that he could never convince any of the other boys in his class to drop their pants for him so he could explore. "That's not a problem anymore" he thought lustily to himself as he watch the creature spread open the legs of Kyle Hograth and Jeremy Saunders, giving Jonah a perfect view of their stiff peckers. He groaned, first as he watched two Suckers slip down the cocks of the two hapless moaning boys and then as a Sucker latched onto his own throbbing boyhood while two Prodders began to caress his ballsack. For a while, the thing on his shaft flew up and down in time with the Suckers vigorously masturbating his classmates. With the two prodders gently stroking his balls and the sharp spikes of pleasure coming from his tits, it didn't take long for Jonah to reach climax. Just as he did, though, something thrust deep down into his urethra and, screaming in pleasure, Jonah came hard. As he shot blast after blast into the Sucker, which conveniently redirected some of his jizz into his own mouth, Jonah never tore his eyes away from the eleven-year-old boys writhing in their own climax only feet away. .................. Eleven-year-old Brian-James Wittmer, or BJ to his friends, was an old pro when it came to sex. In fact, though he had already cum eight times this morning (once by his own hand and seven times by the creature), it was just a drop in the bucket compared to the many times he had experienced the sweet joys of climax over the past few years. His parents, being radical hippies, believed that the familial unit was stronger when sexual intimacy was shared and encouraged. Thus, when he turned eight, his parents and older siblings introduced him to the joys of family sex. Since he was the youngest child and the family secret was now in the open, the Wittmer house became a regular orgy behind closed doors. Over the past three years, he had been involved in every kind of sex act his family could think of; the exception being that he had never had anything up his ass. The rest of the family loved anal play. His father had been fucking his older brothers regularly since they were nine. Hell, his dad loved it when one of the boys used a huge strap-on and took him on the living-room couch! But the rule of the family was that no one was forced to do anything they didn't want to and, for whatever reason, BJ had vehemently denied anyone access to his backside. And boy did they try! His brothers in particular regularly tried to slip a finger up his poop-shoot when they were blowing him and his father loved to try and convince BJ to let him rim the boy. But BJ stood firm. No one touched his virgin pucker! "At least, not until now" BJ thought to himself cynically as he struggled against the tentacles that were slowly bending his knees towards his chest and spreading them apart, exposing his little pink shitter to the world. No dummy, BJ saw the writing on the wall but was fervently hoping he was wrong. As a Prodder began to slowly make it's way down his backside and began to slither in between his butt cheeks, BJ began to moan in defiance. "Fuck! Three years I've kept Mike and Paul from getting to my backside. Three fucking years! And now this..." he seethed silently, feeling the Prodder approach his hole. He watched, with a bit of cynical amusement as the eyes of different boys shot wide open and each boy registered something wet and slimy poking his virgin boyhole. "OH shit!" BJ squealed suddenly, feeling his own assailant finally reach its destination and begin to tease his forbidden flower. "Errrgggghhhh" he groaned, tightening his sphincter even as the surprisingly wonderful sensations demanded he capitulate to the invasion. Suddenly, the thing began to push it's mushroom head into him and, despite his best efforts, the slickness of the Prodder and it's relatively thin nature overcame his denials and slid deeply into him. His long drawn out "AHHHHH!!!!!" immediately became a sharp "Oh! Oh! Oh!" as the Prodder suddenly withdrew quickly and then plunged back in. Within a few moments, the Prodder was fucking BJ furiously while accompanied by his high-pitched "Oh shit! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh shitfuckfuckfuckmeeeeeeeee! Arggggggghhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!" To be continued...