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: Memory Interlude #1: Alex Hernshaw (SciFi, Alien,
Tentacles, b)

Date of Latest Update to This Story: 3/28/2017

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
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please let me know. Offers to proofread will be welcomed with
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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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Thirteen-year-old Alex lay in his room unable to fall asleep. It
was just after 2:00am and his parents had only left his bedside
an hour ago, still considerably more distraught themselves over
the events that had occurred throughout the day than was their
teenage son. No, what his parents and the authorities continued
to refer to as a horror and a nightmare seemed more like an odd,
even somewhat pleasant, dream. Of course, Alex remembered the
whole ordeal from beginning to end, but as his mind continued to
recall the day's events, he found that the memory was slightly
fuzzy and incorporeal. It seemed to have both happened to him and
to have not happened to him, with his mind trying to alternate
between what it observed during the many hours he spent at what
was quickly becoming known as AGZ or "alien ground zero" and what
it wanted to imagine his experiences looked like from an out of
body camera angle.

Still, Alex was certain of two things. First, despite the adults
continuing to refer to him and all the students as "victims,"
Alex didn't feel victimized. In fact, he didn't feel horrible or
guilty or afraid or repulsed at all. He felt like he had
contributed to something great and that his contribution was
valued by... well... Alex wasn't sure. But it was valued and it
was important. He was important. The second thing Alex was sure
of was that his mind's eye, despite showing the events of the day
as hazy and ethereal, remembered the beginning of the experience
with a great deal more clarity. Though Alex tried to think about
many of the things that had occurred that day, many of the things
he'd done and had done to him, his mind kept dragging him back to
the first hour or so of his experience. And as he started to
remember, he started to get erect. Slowly pulling the covers off
of his bed and easing his pajama bottoms down, his hand wrapping
gently around his hard 3.5-inch member...

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

Just as second period was about to begin, Alex Hernshaw realized
he had a problem. He had to poop. Not just that, though. He
really had to poop. Like, a major poop. "Damn" he thought to
himself. "I should have taken a shit this morning instead of
sleeping in. Stupid alarm waking me up before the stupid sun even
comes up! Ugh!" Admonishing himself for his failure to take care
of his morning necessities, Alex got out of his desk and walked
up to Mr. James, his seventh grade science teacher. "Excuse me
sir, but can I... I mean, may I go to the bathroom?" He asked as
politely as he could. Mr. James was a cool guy and Alex figured
he wouldn't have a problem. Sure Alex would miss the beginning of
the class, but if he hurried, he wouldn't miss enough to make Mr.
James mad. "Go ahead, Alex" Mr. James responded, focused more on
his lesson plan than the request presented to him. Alex was a
decent kid and Mr. James knew he wouldn't get in to trouble.
Plus, Alex got consistently good grades so that entitled him to a
bit of leeway.

Alex nodded in thanks and made his way out of the classroom and
towards the boy's bathroom. His classroom was on the far side of
Washington middle school and the bathroom closest happened to be
pretty far from most of the rest of the school. That being the
case, it wasn't used much and would afford him a bit of privacy
as he took the dump that was now starting to insist that it was
ready to go.

Alex was a pretty normal thirteen year old. At 5'1'' and 98
pounds, he was neither the tallest nor the shortest kid in his
class. A bit on the slim side, much of his baby fat had already
melted away but the musculature of adolescence was slow in
coming. With his northern European ancestry, Alex sported clear
pale skin (his mother kept dreading the development of acne,
though none had appeared so far), a cute pug nose, wide blue
eyes, and blondish hair kept somewhat short and impossible to
tame. A light smattering of freckles graced the bridge of his
nose, which some of the girls in has class had started to notice
made him particularly interesting.

Still in the early stages of puberty, Alex had nothing under his
arms, very fine blond hair on his arms and legs, and only a small
patch of curly blond pubic hair above his circumcised 3.5inch
cocklet. Though he knew that he had some working knowledge of sex
and he knew that at some point he was going to be really
interested in the subject, Alex found himself more interested in
playing baseball and dirt bikes than he did in the girls whom he
caught staring at him more and more frequently. Moreover, while
he had heard people talk about jerking-off and basically knew
what it was (of course, what kind of boy would he be if he
didn't!), he'd never really tried it himself. It's not that he
didn't want to, mind you! It's just that, well, he just wasn't
interested, you know? Of course, little did Alex know that within
the hour, some part of his rational mind would wonder why he'd
never thought to try and achieve orgasm through self
manipulations! That's not, of course, to say that Alex had never
had an orgasm! In fact, he'd had several over the last year. It's
just that these rare occurrences happened in the middle of the
night when, under the influence of half-understood and rarely
remembered dreams, Alex found his body shaking with joy as his
slumbering form humped his body against his bedsheets and his
little pricklet signaled to his small balls to release their
contents - a futile order as said contents wouldn't develop until
just before AGZ.

Alex entered the bathroom quickly. Checking to make sure he was
alone and sighing in relief that he'd be able to shit without
anyone there to listen to him, he made his way to the second
stall (as the first one was a bit, well, shitty) and proceeded to
shut and lock the stall door. Making sure that the stall was
clean, there was nothing gross on the seat, and there was plenty
of toilet paper, Alex dropped his jeans and boxers and sat
himself assuredly on the can. Within moments, Alex was pooping
like his life depended on it. "Ahhhh" he thought to himself as
his belly gave a grumble of thanks. "The joy of a good crap." For
the next few minutes, Alex split his time doing his business and
daydreaming as only a child can.

It was just as he was finishing up and beginning to contemplate
wiping himself when Alex's world became unhinged. Within the span
of a moment, Alex's penis went from soft and feeling normal to
hard as a rock and sending a tide of sexual desire through the
poor thirteen year olds nerve endings and straight into his
brain. Alex threw his head back as he let loose a guttural moan.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" he squealed, his voice cracking as it seemed to
have been doing lately. Fast as lightning, Alex reached his hand
toward his aching member hoping to calm his unexplained urge. As
his fingers wrapped around the staining flesh, however, all
thoughts of calm fled as the electric touch of his palm unlocked
the natural instinct all boys have: to wildly and gloriously seek
sexual gratification through the timeless art of masturbation.
And masturbate he did - pumping his cock, for the first time in
his life, with the desire to cum!

"Up and down. Up and down. Up and Down" his subconscious screamed
at him. "Tight and loose. Tight and loose. Tight and loose." As
part of him wondered what the hell he was doing, another part of
him was relishing in the previously unknown pleasure that his
hand and cock were generating. "Aw... Oh god.... Oh my god....
This is awesome..." he groaned as his hand flew around his
pulsing flesh. Speeding up, Alex began to feel something coiling
within him, something that felt like he was going to pop.
Some...energy...seemed to raced through his body towards his
penis and Alex could feel that this unknown energy was related to
his actions. All he knew at that point was his hand, his cock,
and the energy. Just before the feeling became unbearable and as
the stars began to gather outside his field of vision, ready to
rain down upon him in bliss, his other hand, as if directed by
some magic, slipped along his smooth boy tummy, across his lean
chest, and made contact with his taut sensitive nipple.

Alex came. Hard. Rope after rope of semi-translucent cum flew
from the head of his cock as his small prostate contracted
powerfully. The first jet, indeed, the first semen ever produced
by Alex, shot wildly into the air two, almost three feet, and
landed on his blond hair, his cute face, and his t-shirt. The
second, third, fourth, and fifth blasts poured out of him, most
hitting him in the face and chest. The sixth, seventh, eighth,
and ninth shots dribbled out onto his shirt and covered his fist
that was still pumping his throbbing boycock. As he came, Alex
rocked back and forth on the toilet, raising his legs into the
air as they snapped taut under the intense pleasure. His toes
curled. His jaw dropped. And he let out a scream of pure
pleasure. "Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!" he squealed loudly, his mind going
white and his eyes seeing stars.

Though his orgasm seemed to last eternity, eventually Alex began
to come down from his high. Blinking rapidly and slowly putting
the pieces of his experience together, Alex realized that he was
sitting in the boys bathroom, covered from head to cock in what
he remembered was called semen, and had just screamed at the top
of his lungs as he had the most intense experience of his life.
His face, already flushed and sweaty from his exertion, flushed
even more. How embarrassing! "I hope know one heard that" Alex
thought to himself. "Oh man, that was awesome! But jeez, what the
hell came over me?"

Taking a few deep breaths and readying himself to get cleaned up,
Alex paused to ponder this new development in his life. His mind
wandered and he began to put the pieces of his limited sexual
knowledge into place. With the advent of his self-inflicted
orgasm, Alex started to connect the dots within his mind as the
wonderful world of sex opened up for him. Losing track of himself
and the time, nearly ten minutes passed. However, his mind
snapped to attention when Alex began to feel strange. He had just
had an orgasm, right? Thinking quickly, he seemed to remember
something from his health class about the chemicals in the brain
being released after sex. While he knew he didn't just have real
sex (like, between a boy and girl), he was pretty sure that doing
what he'd just done was kinda sex. Right? And the chemicals,
after orgasm, were the things that turned off the sex drive.
That's why his friend Kyle's older brother Bobby said you can't
just keep having sex - your brain turns you off after you cum. So
why was his boycock, which had softened after he creamed himself,
suddenly starting to harden again. And why, oh god, why did he
suddenly want to start wanking again?

As his cocklett reached rigidity and his hand crept (despite
knowing that he really shouldn't) back towards his stiffy, Alex
raged a battle with himself. On one hand, he really wanted
another wank. On the other, he still hadn't cleaned himself up,
was covered in cum, and was missing class. Just as Alex reached
the decision to stop and clean up, the door to the bathroom and
the windows above the opposite wall all opened loudly and with a
great deal of force. Alex couldn't see either of them, but he
jumped when they slammed open anyway. Feeling suddenly
embarrassed for the state he was in, nervous that whoever had
obviously just entered would smell the now pungent aroma of teen
boy jizz, oddly wary with a sense of foreboding, and, even
stranger, content with the knowledge that everything was going to
be alright, Alex froze in place. No footsteps sounded. The
bathroom was quiet. Just as Alex was about to continue his task
of cleaning up and making up his mind that no one was in the room
with him, the bathroom stall door flew off the hinges.

Time stopped. Alex sat on the toilet covered in semen, his pants
and boxers around his ankles, his throbbing member pointing
straight to the sky, and his mouth desperately trying to
articulate the shock that had him frozen in place. Before him,
where a door had been was the strangest thing Alex had ever seen
in his thirteen years of life. Several appendages floated a
couple of feet off of the ground right at the entrance to the
stall. They were clearish, somewhat see-through, and had the
slightest tinges of rainbow-like color, similar to how a puddle
of water with a thin sheet of oil on top looks when the sunlight
illuminates it.  They looked slick and near incorporeal. Several
of the vines, or, better yet tentacles (Alex thought to himself),
were incredibly thin with a few being damn near impossible to
see. Others appeared thick, ranging from the size of Alex's wrist
to as big around as his backpack. As Alex soaked in the sight
before him, his gaze couldn't help but follow the long tendrils
to their point of origin, with many cascading down the opposite
wall after apparently having entered the bathroom through the
high up window and with several others turning sharply in front
of him and apparently having entered the room through the door to
the hall.

Though it seemed an eternity, only a few heartbeats passed before
Alex, his mind finally catching up to the events before him,
ordered his brain to scream in surprise. Before he could utter a
sound, however, the tentacles rushed him, wrapping around his
arms, legs, and torso while quickly, though gently, pulling the
stunned Alex out into the middle of the bathroom and into the
air. Before the shock of the sudden movement could wear off,
Alex's arms and legs were pulled away from each other (gently but
forcefully of course) and Alex, guided by the thick tentacle
wrapped firmly around his hips and lower stomach, tilted him
backwards so he found himself being held head-up at a forty-five
degree angle. Quick as lightning, another couple of tentacles
placed themselves behind his back and head so as to support the
frail human child and, had Alex been in his right mind, he would
have found himself snug, secure, and comfortable - though unable
to move his own appendages.

The things wrapped around him felt soft as silk and somewhat
fleshy. They also seemed to be covered in some sort of ultra-thin
slime or goo whose slickness, Alex's jumbled mind concluded,
should have made it impossible for the things to hold him
securely. Yet secure, and interestingly enough unafraid, he was.
What Alex wasn't aware of at that moment was that the creature,
in the process of encountering the human offspring throughout the
three schools, was busy collecting information on their biology,
psychology, and physical capacities through the use of its
conveniently placed Scoopers. Being a very old and very
experienced organism, the creature only took a moment to
thoroughly understand the human boys and the best ways for it to
garner pleasure from them. Then it did two things in rapid
succession. First, it quickly adjusted the chemical composition
of its venom being produced by its Spiggots so as to maximize its
positive effects on the children. Almost immediately after, it
sent out a message to its Prodders and Suckers: Proceed.

Without warning, small, almost invisible Prodders dove under
Alex's clothing, snaking under his shirt and down deep into his
socks and shoes. Several wrapped around his boxers and paints,
stretched between his ankles, as well. Then, with dexterity and
brute force, they scattered in many different directions, utterly
tearing to shreds all of Alex's clothing while not causing Alex
the slightest discomfort. Literally, he went from mostly clothed
(despite his very naked pelvic region) to naked as a newborn. The
clothing, the creature surmised, was an unnecessary impediment
and needed to go.

Alex yelped as his clothing exploded around him. All of a sudden,
several Prodders came out of nowhere and began to caress his
captive body. These new appendages, all about the thickness of a
number two pencil, found all his sensitive areas. They caressed
his feet and hands. They stroked his calves and arms. Several
slipped underneath the much larger tentacle supporting his spine
and began to massage his back, hips, and shoulders. Some crossed
and re-crossed his delicious tummy, all the while coating Alex in
a light layer of slippery spooge. Some of the very small Prodders
found his underarms and gently, though vigorously, began to rub
circles around his hairless teenage pits. A cluster of Prodders,
all incredibly thin, approached his face and split apart, two of
the smallest gently entering his ears just a fraction, two more
snaking just a tiny bit into his nostrils, and several of the
larger ones caressing his forehead, cheeks, neck. Seemingly
content that they had all located the areas they wished to
pleasure, all the Prodders around Alex's head began to vibrate.
Seemingly chaotic, the Prodders worked with a purpose: though
they were attacking all over Alex's body, they were conspicuously
absent from his taut nipples, his still throbbing boycock, and
his tight virgin (though somewhat grungy, as he hadn't started to
wipe after relieving himself) asshole.

Despite everything that had happened between the moment when Alex
began to feel the need to pleasure himself a second time while on
the toilet and the moment when the Prodders around his face began
to vibrate, Alex never once lost his erection. In fact, though
his mind was taking in and processing the huge amounts of data
that his capture had created and he had stopped focusing on his
painful arousal, the sexual pressure within his body had
continued to grow as the moments passed. With the Prodders on his
face feeling wonderful and the Prodders caressing his body
feeling just as good, Alex's horniness broke through his minds
valiant efforts to make sense of his situation and he found
himself engrossed in the waves of pleasure the Prodders were
sending to his brain. It was with those realizations that Alex's
body was pushed into his second orgasm of the day and he came
hard. Rope after rope of cum shot from his stiffy and, thanks to
the creatures venom which by this point had totally immersed
itself into his body, he came with more force and produced more
spunk than he had only ten minutes earlier while pleasuring
himself.

"Ohhhhhhhhh" Alex wailed as his body introduced him to pleasures
unknown and he continued to spill his seed in copious amounts.
His skin flushed in joy, he broke out into a body-wide sweat, and
though this orgasm had caught him off guard and he had not felt
the build up to it, it was thanks to the new alien chemicals
racing through his body that his peak lasted a great deal longer
and his orgasm faded much slower than it normally would for a
human male. This being the creature's goal, it gleefully shared
in his pleasure.

After a long and satisfying orgasm, Alex's tense body began to
calm and the Prodders pleasuring him moved away from his body.
Breathing heavily and with a rapid pulse (though in no danger),
Alex started to relax. His breath evened out, his heart rate
slowed slightly, his pricklett started to soften, his sweat began
to cool, and his mind cleared enough for him to think coherently.
"Holy shit" he mumbled aloud. "That was.... That was fuckin'
awesome" Chuckling to himself and embracing his somewhat
mischievous side, he wiggled his hand enough so as to pat one of
the larger tentacles and muttered humorously "thanks for that
buddy. But, your going to have to let me down now, ok?"

There was no response. So, as Alex lay suspended in the air, he
began to think on the situation. For ten minutes, thoughts
swirled around his head. These things were clearly not from earth
or he felt like he would have heard about them. There was
something about them that seemed so alien. He wondered if he was
the only one caught up like this or if there were more of these
things around. In fact, he'd love to get down and figure out what
was going on! "Oh shit" he realized. "My fuckin' clothes!" How
the hell was he to get out of here if he was totally naked?
Should he call for help? What if someone walked in on him like
this? What if there was no one around? "Aw man" he thought to
himself, "I think I'm really screwed here." And with that
thought, Alex began to feel worried. No wait, he didn't feel
worried, per se. Instead, he felt like he should be worried. Yet,
he really wasn't. In fact, this whole thing had been kinda fun.
With all those things rubbing up on him, cumming had felt great!
In fact, he had no idea that his penis could make him feel so
great.

"Speaking of my little buddy" Alex thought to himself as he, all
of a sudden, felt a wave of horniness pass through him and latch
on. "I think I'm starting to feel... Oh shit... What's going on!"
Confused, Alex knew that after two amazing orgasms, one twenty
minutes earlier and one just ten minutes earlier, he should not
be ready to go again. Yet his cock seemed to think otherwise.
Feeling himself flush with desire and breaking out again in
perspiration, Alex watched as his cock went from mostly soft to
totally hard. Alex couldn't believe that in the span of a half
dozen heartbeats, he went from satiated and spent to sexually
primed and raring to go. Without warning, all of the Prodders
that had previously been manipulating him came rushing back and
Alex's thoughts became hazy and indistinct thanks to the
onslaught of sexual gratification. Though neither his tits, cock,
nor ass were being touched, the combination of feelings from most
of the rest of his body made Alex feel wonderful and horny and
great. Then, the unexpected happened.

As Alex opened his mouth in a breathy moan, a small Sucker darted
past his lips and, opening is flowerlike head, latched onto his
tongue. Its tiny filaments, finding themselves pushed up against
flesh, began to dance across his taste buds while the Sucker
began to apply some small suction to his tongue. At that same
moment, several tiny Prodders made their way into his open mouth
and began to tickle the roof and his cheeks. Because all of the
appendages in his mouth were small, Alex was in no discomfort.
Instead, the added oral manipulations felt wonderful! Alex, being
played like a musical instrument by the creature, responded by
closing his lips around the oral invaders and frenching the
tentacles for all it was worth. The creature, delighted, teased
and tortured Alex's mouth skillfully while removing all blockages
to his nasal air passages so the child could breath without
difficulty.

As Alex moaned into this new pleasure, twenty-two more Suckers
latched onto his body, ten on his fingers, ten on his toes, and
two on his incredibly sensitive nipples. All these new Suckers
immediately began to gently suckle, tease, and stroke, sending
wonderful feelings right into Alex's brain, especially the ones
playing with his nipples. Those two, well aware of their duty and
the fact that the nipple is exceptionally sensitive, went to town
on poor Alex, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His
tiny taut nubs were stroked and flicked and pinched in ways that
drove him wild. He writhed in place, held aloft by the
ever-present tentacles. It was this new torturous joy, the first
assault on one of Alex's erogenous zones, which sent him over the
edge for a third time.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..........." Alex chanted to himself as
his boycock erupted with a fountain of dick-snot. Wave after wave
rocked his body, the combined feelings melding into the most
amazing orgasm yet. Alex squealed. Five shots, six shots, seven
shots. His torso, face, and hair were covered in cum. Eleven
shots, twelve shots, thirteen shots. The wall was drenched;
Alex's little prostate heroically pumping out the baby batter.
Finally subsiding at twenty-three shots of cum (with a great deal
dribbling over his pelvis), Alex slumped into the loving embrace
of the tentacles as the Prodders and Suckers retreated from his
spent body. Just as before, Alex began to calm down while his
body expunged the evidence of arousal and orgasm. His heart rate
slowed somewhat, his cock went soft, and his breathing became
even. His mind, breaking through the clouds of passion that had
been overwhelming it moments earlier, idly wondered how it was he
could have achieves three amazing orgasms in such a short period
of time and, more importantly, how was it he seemed to produce
more spunk with each passing peak.

Little did Alex know, the creature's Spiggots had been pumping
copious amounts of venom into the air and Alex had absorbed a
great deal of it; the exotic chemicals doing amazing and
wonderful things within his body. It was keeping him healthy,
safe from the trauma of repeated orgasms, and sane. Interestingly
enough, one of the side effects was that his testicles were
producing semen and the requisite fluids at an incredible rate.
Now that the venom had had a chance to fully absorb into his
system, Alex could expect (and indeed would soon realize) to
expel his seed between twenty-five and thirty-five times per
orgasm, producing nearly a gallon of liquid. Moreover, a Feeder,
which had attached itself to the back of Alex's neck without him
realizing it, was feeding him a constant stream of nutrients that
his body, thanks to the creatures venom, was rapidly breaking
down to replace his lost loads.

After another ten minutes of mulling over his escape while
testing his restraints and with the cum that coated much of him
still somewhat warm, Alex was once again seized with an intense
desire for sexual release. As before, his body flushed with
passion, his limp cocklett stiffened, and Alex growled out a low
moan of need. A moment later, all the previous appendages, which
until that moment had been standing by and waiting for him to
flush with arousal, attacked the playground that was his
vulnerable thirteen year old body. Arms, legs, feet, hands, back,
stomach, chest, nipples, ears, face, and mouth were stroked,
sucked, teased, rubbed, and generally pleasured so as to raise
Alex's libido while causing his mind to fog over with lust. And
of course, in keeping with it's method of operation, the creature
added a new element to Alex's ordeal. Ever so slowly, two small
Prodders, like tongues in their soft wetness, crept around his
hip bone and began ever so gently to lap at his cum-laden
testicles. At the same time his balls were being fondled, a very
dexterous Sucker, conveniently the same size and shape of Alex's
straining penis, slipped carefully over the head of his boyhood
and down his shaft. Had Alex been able to form a coherent thought
at that moment, it would have gone something like "HOLY FUCKING
SHIT OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD FUCK SHIT SON OF A BITCH" but,
alas, Alex was so lost in his pleasure, all he could do in
response to the envelopment of his cocklett was to moan
unintelligibly around the Sucker currently tonguing his mouth.
And when the internal ring of the new sucker began to move up and
down on his penis, from base to tip and back, and the small
filaments began to writhe against him, Alex could do nothing but
hold on for dear life.

The pleasure was otherworldly (literally) and Alex saw stars as
his orgasm began to build and the Sucker on his boycock and the
Prodders fondling his balls sped up their ministrations in
response. It wasn't until the Sucker's tongue (an ultra thin and
slick Prodder built inside the Suckers "mouth") slipped quickly
and deeply inside his urethra and began to rapidly piston in and
out of him, causing immense and immediate pleasure to rise out of
the core of his cock, that Alex's fourth orgasm of the day hit.
Like a tsunami, the pleasure came with such a force that all Alex
could do was to thrash about and to squeal and cry with abandon.

As Alex erupted a fountain of cum, the Sucker's tongue retreated
backwards and the Sucker itself sped up its masturbatory motions
and contracted and expanded it's internal ring that was currently
flying up and down Alex's overflowing boyhood. At the same time,
the Sucker vacuumed Alex's cum deep into itself, releasing most
of it on the ground several feet way while redirecting a little
bit of it to the Sucker engaging Alex's mouth. All of a sudden,
Alex found himself with a mouthful of his own hot boyspunk and
instinctually began to swallow the creamy substance. It's
somewhat bitter and salty flavor cut through Alex's befuddled
mind and heightened his awareness of his own orgasm.

The creature did this on purpose. Understanding the sexual
psychology of the human species, the creature recognized that the
arousal of humans could be inflamed when they encountered, during
a sexual situation, something that blatantly pointed out that
they were, indeed, involved in said sexual situation. This
principle was proven by Alex's response - as his mind grasped
that he was participating by consuming his own jizz, something
taboo and unthinkable to the teen, he felt a new sense of
excitement, tinged with a bit of shame, course through his body.
Though that extra jolt of pleasure was small compared to the
massive amounts radiating from the boy, the creature knew that
little pleasures added up to tasty snacks.

Just after the first two creature-induced orgasms, the tentacles
caressing Alex receded along with his sexual desire. They did so
in order to allow him the ten-minute breaks the creature's venom
required before it could prepare Alex's body for an all knew
sexual experience. As such, Alex had two opportunities for his
mind to clear entirely and for his body to rest before the next
onslaught. This time, things were different. Instead of the
tentacles retreating halfway through his earth- shattering
orgasm, they simply slowed considerably down for about a minute.
As his body ejected his cum for the twenty-eighth and final time
during his fourth orgasm of the day and before his sexual high
was able to drop enough for him to think complex coherent
thoughts, the tentacles began their ministrations again. This
time, Alex got no breather. "Ohhhh Nooooo" Alex hazily thought to
himself as he realized that his desire to cum didn't dissipate
like it had previously and instead, merely a minute after
cumming, he found himself longing to get off again. The desire
was there. The need was there. He felt stretched and ready to
pop. He knew, he just knew, that he'd be cumming again very soon.

The creature, realizing that the current form of its venom didn't
work perfectly and thus needed time between the peaks of pleasure
to prepare the boy for another round, began early in its assault
on the earthlings to alter its chemical composition so as to
achieve its desired ends. It was impatient, and the ten earth
minutes between the ending of one sexual peak and the start of
the journey towards the next one was simply to long for the
hungry creature. Therefore, it sought to reduce that waiting
period from around ten minutes to just about one. That way, it
could force more peaks more rapidly and reap the bountiful
harvest of pleasure. Just before Alex's fourth orgasm, the
creature perfected the venom and began delivering it to all of
its captured prey. As such, with only a minute of rest for Alex,
his body began to respond sexually to the greatly slowed Prodders
and Suckers. Pleased with it's prey's quick response, the
creature sped up its loving torture.

Alex floated on clouds of pleasure. For an eternity (fifteen
minutes), he experienced countless (five) more orgasms. The
creature would suck and stroke him for a short time. He'd cum
bucket loads. The creature would slow down and his orgasm would
start to subside. Then the creature would start the process over
again. His appendages were rubbed. His face and ears and nose
were tickled. His nipples were tweaked and his balls were
fondled. His cock was sucked continuously and every time he came,
some of his jizz would be deposited in his mouth by the Sucker
making love to his tongue. Just before orgasm, right as he was on
the brink, he'd feel something slip into his pee hole and
furiously piston in and out. Instead of being painful, as he
would have thought, this quick and intense pleasure pushed him
over the edge each time.

The creature was pleased as well. Not only had its venom reduced
the time between the peaks of its prey, but it was doing an
exceptional job of keeping the prey in top condition and healthy
for this vigorous activity. Nerves were re-enforced. Blood
composition and oxygen were made optimal. The physical
limitations of the prey would normally never have allowed for an
assault of this fashion, yet the venom was conditioning their
bodies to accept it without any damage being done. After finding
the results of the last few minutes pleasing and content in its
own ability, the creature decided to move forward by adding new
elements to the dance.

As his ninth orgasm of the day started to subside and Alex
already found himself hard and horny for the next one to begin, a
curious thing began to occur. His legs, held straight out from
his body by the tentacles, began to be pulled apart. Slowly,
almost as if the things didn't want to hurt him, his legs were
then bent at the knees and his knees were cautiously drawn up
towards his chest. Within moments, Alex found himself in a
position that naturally parted his pert round bottom so as to
expose his hidden flower to the world. It was lovely, hairless,
and pink as a newborn. Despite having not wiped himself earlier,
some of the spooge that had coat his thighs and back, deposited
there by the spooge covered Prodders, had dripped down his hidden
valley and the spooges' unique characteristics (antibacterial and
the like) had cleaned his backside more thoroughly than had he
done it himself. Clean and virginal, his tiny boypussy opened and
closed slightly as the Suckers on his boycock and nipples sped
up. Unable to see himself from this new position and with his
head thrown back in a moan due to the pleasure racking his body,
Alex didn't see the Prodders approaching his vulnerable hole.

"Yeep!" Alex squeaked unintelligibly, as he felt one of the
tentacles touch his tiny quivering asshole ever so lightly. "Oh
no!.... Oh shit!.... I don't want!.... Ah!... Ah!... " Alex
though disjointedly as the unwelcome invade began to rub his
little hole more and more vigorously, causing spikes of pleasure
to surge up his spine and assault his brain. The Prodder, sensing
that it had left more than enough of the slippery spooge around
the end of the child's digestive tract, slowly began to worm its
way past the tight ring of muscle desperately trying to bar its
passage. Due in part to its slippery nature and in part to its
relatively thin shape, there was nothing poor Alex could do to
keep out the Prodder as it's mushroom-like head finally forced
its way past his sphincter and into his rectum. Unable to help
himself, Alex emitted a low moan of need. When the thing started
to enter him, he was sure it would hurt terribly. Instead,
because the creature was so careful and the offending appendage
was perfectly sized so as not to tear up his backdoor, the only
thing Alex's nerve endings registered was the joy of
well-executed sodomy.

And sodomized he was! After the initial penetration, the Prodder
began to go to town. It pumped in and out of him, never allowing
its flared head to leave his hole and continuing to plunge a
little further ahead with each thrust. Faster and faster the
Prodder slammed into the thirteen year olds boypussy, exploring
more and more of this forbidden wonderland. Alex, his whole body
inflamed with lust and the joy of having his cocklett sucked
merging with the new pleasure from his first assfuck, squealed
and screeched and moaned. His mind seemed to escape his body and
his world seemed to exist only of pleasure and need and the
continued relentless sucking sucking sucking of his hard
straining boycock and the pounding pounding pounding of his tight
wonderful boypussy. And then it happened. The thing inside him
hit something special - a magical spot that launched Alex into
space. He silently screamed in pleasure, unable to make a sound
due to the intensity of the feelings inside him. He came, harder
than the previous nine times, his cock erupting his massive load
and his body quivering in ecstasy. The creature, knowing that the
too sensitive prostates would be a good way to force it's prey to
hit their peaks, began to ruthlessly pound Alex's magic button
over and over and over again, forcing the child to cum over and
over and over. His tenth, eleventh, and twelfth orgasms ran
together as one long unbroken chain while his cocklett spilled
gallons of his seed. His little testes, valiantly producing spunk
at incredible rates (with the aid of the venom), could not cope
with the demand for semen now that there was no rest between
orgasms. Towards the end of his twelfth climax, Alex stopped
firing off any loads and, seeming to revert back to his
prepubescent days, his wet orgasm became dry.

The creature, realizing it had become a little too enthusiastic
(despite the wonderful pleasure it got from its prey during that
specific sequence of peaks) and that a continued assault would
result in damage to its young victim (in fact, a few moments more
and the child's body would begin a shutdown sequence), slowed
down and stopped the sexual assault in time with the subsiding of
the child's twelfth peak. For several minutes, the Suckers and
Prodders backed off of Alex and allowed the totally spent teen to
recover while the venom inside began to repair and revitalize his
body. It brought oxygen to limbs, repaired blood vessels,
adjusted the chemicals in him so as to keep him healthy, and
assisted in the production of new sperm. Unknown to Alex, the
venom even repaired the micro-tears in his anus and rectum,
soothing and making more elastic the muscles so that he would be
able to take, without pain, larger and larger Prodders as the day
went on (within reason, of course) while, at the same time,
tightening his anal passage so as to make his little pucker seem
as if it had never been violated in the first place.

The first coherent thought that glided through Alex's thoroughly
exhausted mind was "that was amazing." Despite everything that
had happened, Alex found himself calm and unconcerned. As the
minutes ticked by and he began to feel his strength return,
thoughts of escape and the future were cast aside. All that
seemed to matter now was that he was not in control and that
there was nothing he could do about it. Perhaps it was an
epiphany sometime during that last great onslaught of orgasm, but
Alex decided that he might as well enjoy what was happening while
it lasted. With that final thought and as his body was suddenly
overcome with sexual need and desire, Alex's mind began to drift
towards bliss as many Suckers and Prodders began to pleasure his
body, two Suckers latched onto his puffy sensitive little
nipples, a Sucker fastened itself back on to his aching boycock,
and a Prodder, slightly thicker than the one before, entered his
boypussy and began to fuck him silly...

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

The image of himself being fucked by those tentacles had aroused
Alex so much, he had slipped a spit covered finger down his
backside and right up his tight boyhole. Lost in his memory and
with one hand flying up and down his achingly hard cock while the
other fingering his asshole, Alex came. It felt grea, and the few
ounces of spunk that landed on his belly made Alex proud. Quickly
cleaning himself up and snuggling back into his bed, Alex fell
asleep contented.

Alex had had quite an ordeal that day. For a long time, his
parents would look back on the events that had occurred with
anger and shame. However, had they known that the visit by the
creature had saved their son's life, they would offer up thanks
to the creature that it had chosen Alex's school to dine at. You
see, Alex had a rare heart condition that, in the middle of
football practice while a senior in high school, would have
caused him to suffer a massive heart attack and would end his
life. Thanks to the venom and its healing properties, Alex would
instead die at a ripe old age of 134, having never suffered from
anything so much as a pimple in his long and well-lived life.

To be continued...