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... ......................... 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...