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

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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...

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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...