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