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 Two: High School Is Hard (SciFi, Bondage,
Tentacles, m) 
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...

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For the past minute or so, the fifteen and sixteen-year-old
sophomore boys of Ms. Rios's second period Spanish class had been
waging an internal war against their libido that, up until only a
short time ago, had been lying dormant as they practiced their
verb pronunciations. It had all started when Ms. Rios and the
girls had left and, as any group of teenage boys would do, the
boys began to gossip and chat among themselves until the women
returned. Though the boys had no idea where all the women had
gone, they were unconcerned and enjoyed these few moments of
freedom. All of a sudden, without warning, a massive wave of
sexual arousal hit the teen boys en mass and every one of them
was overcome with the desire to get himself off as fast as
possible. Though a few boys slipped hands down into their pants,
most grabbed their desks and tried to white-knuckle their way
through their throbbing desire. Then, just as each boy began to
notice that he was not the only one being drowned in arousal, the
door exploded backwards and the windows all slammed open. As the
boys' attention briefly redirected away from their own personal
circumstances to the loud noises, they froze in shock at the
otherworldly apparitions before them.

Hundreds of floating tentacles crowded the door and windows,
themselves still but for slight swaying motions as they seemed to
survey the room. "What the fuck?" asked Jason Kelly loudly, the
tall sixteen-year-old basketball player voicing the question on
everyone's mind. For the barest of moments, the teens stared
stupidly at the Prodders and Suckers while the creature's
appendages seemed to be trying to determine what it was they,
too, were looking at. Then Riley Giddyman, whose left hand was
slowly rubbing the large tent in his jeans, moaned loudly and the
spell was broken.

With incredible speed, the tentacles raced into the room and
attempted to seize the sophomores. Desks were overturned. Books
flew everywhere. Several of the students yelled, most in surprise
and a couple still lost in their own pleasurable feelings. Boys
leapt from their chairs seeking escape, their instincts of flight
overriding their decision making process. None escaped. John
Tannerman, the small quiet fifteen year old in the corner, had a
surge of courage as he grabbed his Spanish book and tried to
defend himself, the only student whose instincts told him to
fight off the intruders. With his achingly hard erection tenting
out his cargo shorts, John backed himself into the corner and
swung his weapon at the Prodders that were lunging at him. For a
moment, he kept them at bay. Then, he over-swung the book and,
sensing an opening, the tentacles darted under his defenses and
seized him tightly.

The chaos only lasted a short time and, within the span of a
minute, all seventeen teenagers were bound. Ignoring the cries of
"Help!" and "Oh my god!", the tentacles dexterously maneuvered
their prey throughout the room so as to maximize their ability to
get at the desirable bodies. Some boys were held aloft near the
ceiling. Some boys were kept low to the floor. All were
positioned in such a way so as to ensure their comfort. After
all, they would be staying in the same place for some time! "What
the hell is going on!" Robert Kinly yelled to his classmates. The
chubby sixteen-year olds' normally jovial personality was gone
and, instead, the angry horny boy was desperately struggling
against his bonds, though even he wasn't sure whether he was
trying to escape or trying to reach his ridged teencock.

Slowly and with great precision, the Prodders began to make their
way under their victims clothing, causing the already loud
classroom to fill with even more cries of fear and arousal. Then,
as they reached their desired destinations, shirts and pants,
boxers, socks, shoes, and all other forms of clothing began to be
torn away from the flushed and excited teenage boys. Mikey Banks,
the nerdy sixteen year old whose acne scared face contributed a
great deal to his perpetual virginhood, found himself in a unique
position. Lying face up and parallel to the ground by about a
foot, bound tightly by the tentacles, his head was staring
straight up at the pelvic region of Gregory Rex, the tall blond
baseball player who sat next to him and whose popularity put him
considerably higher than Mikey on the highschool social ladder.
As their clothes were ripped away, Mikey found himself staring at
the other boy's hard and dripping cock, only about a foot away
from his head. It was at that moment that Gregory, upside down
and with his face only a foot from Mikey's now free and erect
cock, began to moan as his lust caused him to gush pre-cum
rapidly which, thanks to gravity, dribbled right onto Mikey's
face and into his open mouth. Startled by the sudden wetness, it
took Mikey a milli-second to realize his face was now covered in
Gregory's pre-fuck. When he did, Mikey moaned loudly and, though
he wasn't gay, came hard. His six-inch cock, hard as a rock,
began to shoot load after load of teenage spunk directly upward,
hitting Gregory in the face and neck and chest. That shock sent
the heterosexual baseball player into his own climax, causing his
body to shake uncontrollably and his cock to drench Mikey's
flushed face and chest.

With the clothing gone, the prodders began to explore their
teenage captives, ignoring, for the moment, nipples, genitals,
and assholes. Legs were stroked. Armpits were played with. Ears
were invaded and faces were teased. Stomachs and backs and feet
and arms were fondled and rubbed and molested until the demands
for help and the cries of surprise were replaced by moans of
pleasure and cries of release, the stimulation being to much for
the teens to handle. The boys, their freestanding pricks waving
in the air as they came, sent teen spunk throughout the room,
covering themselves and their neighbors indiscriminately.

As Ms. Rios's class came down from their sexual peaks,
embarrassment set in. The boys, despite some attempting to act
confidently in front of each other as teen boys often do, felt
incredibly embarrassed at having been brought to orgasm in front
of their peers. It was with this universal embarrassment that
none said anything and most tried to avoid eye contact with their
neighbors. Finally, after a few minutes had passed, Jacob Zeer,
well liked and often looked to as a leader for the sophomore
class, cleared his throat. "Ahem... Um... Is everyone ok?" he
asked with a bit of trepidation at breaking the silence. Mumbles
of affirmations floated in and everyone, realizing they were in
the same predicament as everyone else, relaxed slightly.

"Any idea how to get free?" ventured Martin McNally, after a
couple of heartbeats of silence. It seemed, to him, that silence
would be terrifying at the moment and he desperately needed to
reaffirm that he was not alone. "I can't" replied John Tannerman
from across the room, himself trussed up slightly more tightly
than the rest thanks to his efforts to defend himself.
Immediately, conversation started up and the class began to
communicate, trying to understand what was going on and how they
could escape. Ms. Rios would have been proud of them - despite
being covered in sex fluids and on complete display to each
other, the fifteen and sixteen-year-olds held it together with
maturity and poise. Of course, had the venom not been repressing
much of their fear, many of them would have been reduced to
blubbering masses.

Just as Jim Debois was confident he could reach the pocketknife
in his backpack with the help of Max Orello, both boys were
overcome with the sudden realization that they were horny again.
Soft cocks around the room sprang to attention. "Oh god" Jacob
Zeer exclaimed, realizing that their ordeal was not over. Within
a moment, conversations had died and were replaced with moans of
lust as the Prodders, which had been dormant for the last few
minutes, began their assault again. "Help! Oh shit, help!" cried
Fox Adrossy, as two suckers attached themselves to his slim chest
and began to ravage his hard nipples. Little did Fox know, his
classmates were echoing his sentiments in their heads as Suckers
began to latched onto nipples throughout the room and the boys
began to writhe because of their ministrations. To make matters
worse (or, depending on the point of view, better), as mouths
were widened to expel curses and cries of joy, Suckers latched
onto tongues and Prodders began to tease gums and cheeks. In only
a short time, all the teens began to climax, shuddering in their
new passions. For Ryan Castenun, only a few feet from John
Tannerman, his longtime secret crush, his attention was focused
solely on the other boy's throbbing, but as yet untouched,
boyhood. And when John began to climax and his tool began to gush
blast after blast of cum right onto Ryan's face and chest, Ryan
was tipped over the edge and joined him in the magical realm of
orgasm, sending his own blasts of cum right back at John.

However, the creature's venom had been able to have its way with
the teens by this point and the boys found that, despite having
just cum and usually only managing a couple of shots of boyjuice
when they normally climaxed, this climax lasted longer and each
one of them shot between twenty and twenty five times. Moans
seemed to last an eternity and orgasms even longer for the boys.
When Ryan and John had finally finished cumming, each had
completely drenched the other; Ryan enjoying John's spunk as some
of it landed in his mouth and John, despite being totally
straight, finding pleasure in the eroticism and bondage that had
forced him to accept the other boy's load.

Again, the Prodders and Suckers ceased their stimulations, though
each teenager was unknowingly hooked by a Feeder. Again, quiet
descended on the classroom. Again, Jacob Zeer, trying his best to
keep morale up and act as he thought a leader should, asked if
everyone was alright. "I've never shot a load as big as that
before" Robert Kinly responded, turning red as he realized what
he had just admitted to and embarrassed beyond belief. "Me
neither" Timothy Sacher echoed, not the least bit embarrassed.
Having reasoned that this was a unique situation, he felt that
all information was good information. Besides, it was a huge load
that he had just shot off all over himself and Anthony Ramerez!
Again, the class erupted in discussion. It wasn't long before
they were again talking escape. When the arousal hit en mass
again, most were taken off guard, having not suspected that they
could be horny yet again, and they desperately increased their
struggle for freedom. It was only Connor Yarnello, the geeky boy
who spent much of his time reading Japanese manga (and sometimes
looking at the "adult" forms of that genre), who had any
inclination of what was going on. To him, these tentacle things
looked a great deal like a certain subgenre that involved bound
captives raped over and over by suspiciously proportioned
wildlife (or aliens, or trees, or monsters, or whatever).

As the Suckers again attached to nipples and tongues and the
Prodders began to meticulously rub assorted body parts, the boys
were approached by Suckers whose dimensions matched their own
equipment. Without warning, Suckers latched onto every staining
cock in the room, from fifteen year old Aung Soong's modest four
and a half inch peter to Jason Kelly' massive seven and a quarter
inch prick. Once latched, the internal sleeve of the Sucker began
to travel up and down it's captive cock, rapidly flying from base
to tip. Two more Prodders per boyhood, sensing opportunities,
began to casually fondle and play with each boys full testicles.
This new stimulation, the first time each boy's cock had been
directly touched in quite a while, sent all the boys to the moon.
For the next few moments, the room resonated with the howls of
pleasure from the boys as they were furiously beat off by the
Suckers.

Max Orello, his eyes fogged over in lust as his tongue dueled the
invading Sucker in his mouth, threw his head back and groaned as
his climax hit like a waterfall, pleasure cascading through his
spine and the Sucker that was flying up and down his rigid pole
slipping its own tiny tongue-like Prodder right down his urethra,
causing him to close his eyes in ecstasy. He was not alone. At
that moment, every boy in the room was squirming in pleasure as
they felt the Prodders that had slipped deep into their pee-holes
retreat and their dicks launch volley after volley of their cum
into the Suckers waiting mouth. Shock, of course, registered in
all of their minds as the Suckers in their mouths deposited a bit
of their seed across their tongues and they were forced to
swallow their own sperm; the bitter and tangy and salty substance
coating their tonsils on the way down. All the room quivered in
shared joy and their moans and howls of pleasure created a
cacophony of sound that echoed down the hall, blending with the
sounds racing out from all the nearby classrooms.

As their shared climaxes began to die down, Jacob Zeer, one of
the first to gain back most of his cognitive ability, began to
try to ask if everyone was ok. Concerned for his classmates at
the power of this most recent assault, he was prepared to make
the inquiry and to lend his support to those overwhelmed.
Unfortunately, the Prodders and Suckers continued, albeit at a
slower pace, to stimulate his body and he was finding it
difficult to vocalize his thoughts with those distractions.
Instead of the conversation that had broken out between each
round of orgasms, this time the room was filled with low moans
and yelps.

Timothy Sacher, one of the brighter sophomores, had had the
presence of mind to watch the clock whenever his mind was his
own. He expected, therefor, about a ten-minute reprieve between
this orgasm and the tentacles starting on his body again. He was
shocked, therefor, when after a minute, he was hit with another
wave of arousal and the tentacles sped up their work. And work
they did! Five times over the next fifteen minutes (though poor
Timothy was much too busy and out of his mind to pay attention to
the clock), Timothy and all his classmates were brought to
amazing climaxes. Nipples were sucked. Cocks were tortured. Balls
were rubbed. Mouths were flooded with spunk and juices flowed
freely. The moaning was constant. The boys' cum was everywhere.
The spooge from the tentacles coated bodies and every surface.

As their climaxes died down again and the teens prepared
themselves for the next round, having at this point given up any
hope of escape and resigned themselves to their fates, the boys
discovered a nasty surprise. Slowly and methodically, the
tentacles began to bend their legs and maneuver their now bent
knees up towards their chest while at the same time spreading
their legs so as to expose their tiny virgin puckers.

Almost as one, the boys realized what was coming and panicked.
Boys in general have an incredible aversion, born out of a desire
not to appear gay, to having anything near their assholes. That
said, as the Prodders began to creep toward their shitters, they
went ballistic. All throughout the room, boys thrashed and
writhed and fought against their captors in the hopes of
preserving their sacred virginity. They cried and yelled and
pleaded, but in the end, as the Suckers began to caress their
achingly hard cocks and nipples and the Prodders began to, almost
sympathetically, rub their full ballsacks, each boy felt the
unique pleasure of having a slick perfectly sized Prodder poke,
rub, and then force its way up his ass. As the heads of the
Prodders at last slipped past their clenched anal rings and began
to gently, and then vigorously, fuck them, each boy felt overcome
with two feelings. The first was the shame of being defiled in
such a nasty homo fashion. The second, and more powerful feeling,
was the absolutely amazing bliss that the Prodders were
generating at their back door. Several of the boys, lost in the
haze of pleasure, began to moan in time with the fucking. Some
even began to beg for it.

As the Prodders and Suckers across the room sped up and the
moaning increased, all of the students felt the onslaught of
pleasure and their own approaching climax. The Prodders fucking
assholes sped up considerably, pounding their chosen victim
ruthlessly and forcing the boys to writhe and moan and thrash
relentlessly. Suddenly, the Prodders vigorously fucking the boys
changed angles slightly and began persistently hammering each and
every boy's prostate. The boys saw God. Within five hard strokes,
every one of them exploded in orgasm, harder than any time
before, as their prostates were mercilessly ravaged over and
over. They came again and again and again - with one orgasm
leading to another leading to another. The boys were furiously
driven to multiple climaxes with no time in between, their balls
expelling so much cum that, eventually, all of their wet climaxes
became dry and their bodies made preparations to shutdown, being
unable to cope despite the creature's best efforts.

Realizing it's mistake, the creature slowed down and eventually
stopped its assault on the boys. As their bodies began to
recover, the class began to settle down. In fact, as the minutes
slipped by, many of the boys discovered that their classmates
looked healthier than they had that morning. The heavier ones
seemed to have lost some weight. The too skinny ones seemed to
have filled out. And acne, the bane of every high school student,
was gone. Even poor Mickey Bank's skin was smooth and
unblemished, making Gregory Rex notice for the first time that
his classmate was a good-looking guy. What the students didn't
know was that those superficial changes were the tip of the
iceberg. Eyes were corrected so as to negate the need for
glasses. Hearts were cleaned and tuned up. And the chronic pain
in Steven Biggs knee, the result of a hiking accident three years
ago, as well as the developing cancer in Austin Woodly's colon,
were gone.

Eventually, with no more assault seemingly underway, they again
began to discuss escape. Jacob Zeer, honestly believing the
ordeal was over thanks to the intensity of that last round and
the wait being longer than normal, began to persuade his
classmates that all would be well and that, soon, they would
figure a way out of there messy situation. He had just about
convinced everyone that this otherworldly experience was over
when, without warning, each and every student in Ms. Rios's class
became instantly and painfully aroused. As Suckers latched on to
cocks and nipples and as Prodders slipped up asses, the last
thought Jacob had before his mind fogged over with lust was "This
is going to be a long day...."

Indeed it will be Jacob. Indeed it will be.

To be continued...