Author: wolfcub Title: Tentacles Summary: A pre-teen boy temps fate to determine if there's any credence to a local tale. Keywords: bg vore snuff The sign read, "DANGER! No swimming. No wading." Matthew sat down on the rocky beach and removed his shoes. "Keep away from water's edge," it continued. Matthew pulled his t-shirt off over his head and laid it next to his shoes. "Tentacles can reach to shore." That's when Matthew's anxiety turned to derision. On the left side of the sign was a silhouette of a woman treading water. Beneath the surface was a round blob with tentacles reaching up towards the woman's dangling legs. Two of the tentacles were ominously close to her feet. Matthew shucked his swimming trunks and sat naked on the stones, hugging his legs, and contemplating the sign. Even though the sky was overcast, the stones were warm, which offered a small, but welcomed relief from the slight chill in the air. "So, are you gonna do it, or what, Mr. Know-it-all?" That was Rebecca. She had been telling Matthew a local tale about a tentacle monster that lived in the bay and regularly caught unaware--or unbelieving--visitors and pulled them below the surface, never to be seen again. Of course, Matthew thought it was hogwash--there was no way he was going to let a girl sucker him into believing such a wild story--but now, the presence of that very-official-looking sign had him transfixed. "You're just like all the boys who visit here: all talk and no action!" Rebecca's rebuke snapped Matthew out of his trance. Perhaps, after all, this was just a trick to see him naked. That had been his first thought when she had told him that he had to get completely undressed before he went into the water. He had accused her of such, but then she had readily agreed to get naked, herself, and she had already removed all her clothes before they had even gotten down to the beach. Matthew scoffed. It was a dumb story. But then, there was that sign. The sign with that stupid silhouette of a tentacle monster. The sign that looked as real as any traffic sign on the highway. The sign that suckered visitors into oohing and awing and taking pictures and buying t-shirts. The sign that sent a chill up his spine. The sign that the locals had put up there so they could laugh at the dupes who were drawn to their town. But the beach was deserted. Rebecca was standing there, with her arms crossed over her chest and an "I told you so" look on her face. Tentacle monster! Matthew turned and walked towards the water. He stopped at the edge of the beach. The water was flat and was only lapping a few inches onto the shore. Once, the water reached out enough to tickle his toes and cause him to shiver. Somehow, Matthew sensed a presence. The water was daring him--no, inviting him to enter. "All the way! Up to your waist." Matthew turned back to look at Rebecca. Her posture hadn't changed. This time, the water came up far enough to cover Matthew's feet. He jumped with surprise. "Cold?" Rebecca taunted. Matthew stared intently at the water. Stupid girls! He took a step forward. Then another. The water got deep fast. After only three steps, it was already up to his knees. After a few more steps, the bottom became a little sandy--enough to squish between his toes. The next few steps weren't quite as steep, but the water was up to the middle of his thighs. "Up to your waist," she had said. Another step, and Matthew slipped. He caught himself easily enough, but his heart had jumped and was now racing. Two more steps, and the water was lapping at his dangling penis. The bottom was dropping off more steeply, again, so just a few more steps had Matthew in to his waist. He hesitated. He had thought that this would be the point at which he would turn around and gloat, but for some reason he couldn't name, he was uneasy about turning his back on the bay. Part of him was saying it's time to go back to shore, but another part was warning him not to turn around. Eventually, he managed to turn himself sideways so that he could glance toward the shore while keeping an eye on the bay. It wasn't very far to the beach, but it seemed farther. Rebecca seemed even farther, still. Matthew noticed that her hands were on her hips--and she was smiling. At least she hadn't run off with his clothes. Stupid girls! He turned to shore and began wading as quickly as the water would allow. He kept telling himself not to look behind him. He didn't slow down or stop until he was all the way to where Rebecca was standing. "Tentacle monster! Ha!" Rebecca continued to smile. "Well, Matthew, I gotta hand it to you: you're the bravest boy I've had up here in a long time." Her compliment seemed sincere. "What's the big deal? It's no different from any other beach." "Except for the monster," she reminded him. "Monster!" "You still don't believe? I'd dare you to go in up to your neck, but I like brave boys--and you're also kinda cute. I don't want you to get taken." "I'd do it, but it's just stupid." "No, you don't have to. In fact, I don't want you to. Once, up to your waist, is enough." "You don't think I'd do it?" "It doesn't matter." "I'll do it!" Matthew turned away from Rebecca and marched defiantly towards the water. At the edge, he lost his nerve. In fact, he had completely forgotten just why he had decided to do such a silly thing. Once again, he was being pulled in two directions. He knew he should go back to Rebecca, put his clothes back on, and go play some other game, but the water was beckoning to him. Yes, that was it--or maybe not. Not the water; something in the water. It was very faint. Not so much a thought as a feeling. He belonged in the water. That's where he should go. But he didn't belong in the water. He belonged back in town with his family. But there was something enticing about the water. He took a step forward. Now, there was no apprehension. A dozen steps and he was back in up to his waist. This isn't hard! But the next few steps were hard. Here, the bottom was steep, and he was already in up to his chest. Part of him wanted to continue, but he couldn't make his legs move. It's just a bay! He took a tentative step. With a monster! He took another tentative step. A monster! The next step left him floating in the water; the bottom was gone. This is easy! Matthew felt something lightly brush his foot. A surge of adrenaline broke the spell, and he was instantly swimming to shore with all his strength. When his hands hit bottom, he crawled to his feet and ran up the beach. He was panting hard when he reached Rebecca, who was laughing. "Believe me, now?" Matthew glanced back toward the water, then to Rebecca. No! Had he imagined it? It was probably sea weed or a small fish. Damn! Why had he let this girl get to him? "It's cold, that's all," but it was unconvincing. "It's not that cold." "Anyway, I did it. So there!" Rebecca smiled. "Yes, you did! Like I said, it's been a while. You really are quite the brave little boy." Matthew felt his face grow red with anger. Little boy? Rebecca wasn't more than a year older than he was! He bent over to pick up his swimming trunks. When he did, Rebecca stepped on them. "Just a sec!" Matthew straightened up. "What?" "Don't get dressed, just yet." "Why not?" "I feel I owe you something: for being so brave. Maybe we could, like, go over in the grass over there and, you know, fool around a little?" she said, hopefully. Matthew had never gone through that phase where boys view girls as the enemy. He had gone as far as remote detachment, but he had never gotten anywhere near considering girls to be icky. Recently, every once in a while, he had found himself staring at a girl or daydreaming about a girl--moments when his penis would go surprisingly stiff--but those moments were both brief and infrequent. It had not yet occurred to him that there could be any fooling around with girls. He was intrigued by the idea, and smiled, in spite of himself. Matthew sheepishly looked down at his feet, then up at Rebecca, then down at his feet, again. He raised his eyes and said, softly, "Okay." Rebecca took Matthew by the hand and led him to a patch of grass that was about a foot tall. She laid down, pulling Matthew next to her. Without warning, she leaned toward him and kissed him briefly on the lips, then pulled back to see his reaction. Matthew was caught by surprise. He hadn't given any thought to what "fooling around" might include. Even if he had, kissing would not have been first on the list. Before he could decide whether or not he liked it. Rebecca kissed him, again. This time, it was longer. Okay, I like kissing, Matthew thought to himself. He imagined that the smile on his face must be as big as the one on Rebecca's. He leaned forward and kissed her. Matthew was a little startled when Rebecca pushed her tongue into his mouth, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he gently pushed back with his own tongue. He squirmed a little when Rebecca grabbed his testicles and gave them a firm squeeze, but he didn't stop kissing. The squeezes became longer and firmer, but it wasn't uncomfortable enough to stop the fun he was having at the other end of his body. Then Rebecca squeezed really hard and bit Matthew's lower lip. Matthew jumped back, and Rebecca let him go. "Hey!" Rebecca pounced on Matthew, landing on his chest and pinning his shoulders to the ground with her knees and his wrists with her hands. "Kiss it!" Rebecca nodded her head toward her crotch. "No way!" Rebecca scooted forward, putting her pussy right in Matthew's face. "Kiss it!" Matthew struggled, but to no avail. Rebecca pushed forward and rubbed her pussy over Matthew's mouth and nose. Doing so transferred enough of her weight off Matthew's body so that he was able to twist free and rise to his knees. Rebecca was fast. She pounced, again, but Matthew was ready for her, this time. The two children struggled for a while, but Matthew eventually ended up on top of Rebecca in the same position in which she had had him a few moments before. This time, it was Matthew who issued the challenge. "Kiss it!" Matthew was completely caught off guard when she did. The moment's distraction allowed Rebecca to throw him off. This time, she didn't pounce; she just looked at Matthew and smiled. "What? You think I've never done that, before? I kiss the penis of every boy who's brave enough to go into the water. Now, you have to kiss my pussy--or I'll smack your nuts!" She laid back on her elbows, spread her legs, and waited. Matthew was curious. He'd seen girls naked, before. He frequently saw his own mother naked and often took showers with her or laid in bed with her, snuggling. But, he had never really gotten a close up look between a girls legs, and Rebecca's lips were spread just enough to entice Matthew. He crawled between Rebecca's legs, gently spread her lips farther apart to get a better look--then he kissed her. And giggled. She let him explore her with his fingers for a while, then said, "Kiss it, again!" He did. "Put your finger there." He pushed his finger just a little bit into her vagina. "It's soft, isn't it? Soft, warm, and wet. Feels good, doesn't it." Matthew nodded. "You know what else would feel good there?" Matthew looked up at Rebecca's face and saw that she was looking at his erect penis. He thought about how good it felt to play with his penis--especially when it was stiff. He thought about how his finger felt inside Rebecca's vagina. His young brain put the two together, and he instantly moved to mount her. Rebecca rolled out of the way and onto her feet. "Not yet, stud puppy! If you want in there, you have to go back into the water. Only two other boys were brave enough." "You've done this with two other boys?" "I told you: I do this with all the boys who are brave enough to go into the water. And I've made the same offer to each one. So far, only two have been brave enough." "Did you really let them?" "Go back in the water?" she teased. "Sure!" "No, I mean..." "I didn't have to." Matthew gave her a puzzled look. "You see, the first time, the tentacles aren't expecting anything--but you get their attention. The second time, they start to consider the possibility. The third time, they're ready." Matthew groaned. "Not that, again!" "You have to go back out to where you can't touch bottom: kicking your legs to stay afloat attracts their attention. Then, you have to count out loud to sixty--slowly--and loud enough that I can hear you: the noise prevents you from hearing the gurgling of the water as they rise to the surface. After that, you can swim back to shore--if they haven't gotten you by then: they usually do--or they get you on the way in. The first boy got to 51; the second boy made it all the way to 60 and about half way to shore." Matthew was mesmerized by the tone of Rebecca's voice, which was full of foreboding. It was partly fear and partly the sense of excitement one gets from a scary story that had him glued to his spot. Rebecca stepped forward, cupped Matthew's buttocks with one hand, and gently caressed his penis and testicles with the other. "So, will you do it?" Matthew swallowed hard. Rebecca raised up on her toes, positioned the tip of Matthew's stiff penis at the entrance to her vagina, and pressed his head to her warm flesh. Matthew instinctively pushed forward, but Rebecca let go of him and stepped back. "Not unless you go in the water, again--and make it back out, of course." That last part was accompanied by a devilish grin. The little boy in Matthew didn't want to be outdone by a girl; the pre-pubescent in him desperately wanted to feel soft, warm, wet girl flesh against his stiff, raging boy flesh. He was lost. Matthew trotted toward the beach, but once again, he stopped at the water's edge. Again, he seemed to have forgotten why he had allowed himself to come this far. Again, something beckoned. Softly. Quietly. Ever so gently. Not an order, just a fuzzy feeling that it was the right thing to do. There was also that voice in his head telling him to turn back, but the voice in the water was calming and soothing the voice in his head. And he took a step in. His heart was pounding. And he took another step. Fear rose within him, but it couldn't stop him from taking another step. And another. He was up to his waist. The fear was yelling at him to go back to the shore, but his body was not his own. The voice was calling him, now. Just a whisper. He couldn't quite make out the words, but he knew they were calling him in. Up to his chest now. Calling. Then the bottom went away. He floated for a moment with a strange mix of terror and delight. He heard a voice call. "You have to count!" He turned around. Rebecca seemed a million miles away, but his body was no longer his. He counted. "One!" Loudly, like she had told him. "Two!" He seemed to be regaining consciousness. "Three!" What was he doing out here? "Four!" He should go back. Now! "Five!" He looked around, expecting something to surge out of the water, but there was nothing but the glassy surface. "Six!" He began to panic. "Seven!" He desperately wanted to swim to shore, but his body wasn't quite his. "Eight!" Swim to shore! "Nine!" Swim to shore, now! "Ten!" He was almost screaming the numbers, now, giving his fear some outlet. "Eleven!" He jerked around. Did something brush his foot? "Twelve!" Swim to shore! But he couldn't completely control his body--not enough to make it swim to shore. "Thirteen!" He turned back towards Rebecca. She seemed to be watching intently--as if scanning the surface of the water for some sign. "Fourteen!" Why was he out here? He couldn't remember. "Fifteen!" This is stupid. It's just a bay. "Sixteen!" Just like any other. "Seventeen!" Something brushed his foot! He was sure of it. "Eighteen!" He looked down into the water, but he couldn't see anything. "Nineteen!" Why was he doing this? "Twenty!" One third of the way there. Only a third? "Twenty-whoa…" Matthew's head disappeared beneath the surface. Something had ahold of his leg. He kicked violently with the other leg, but deeper and deeper he went. Now something was wrapped around his waist. He continued kicking, but soon something grabbed ahold of that leg, too. He took broad, powerful strokes with his arms, but still, down he went. On the next stroke, something grabbed each wrist. Suddenly, he seemed to come to rest on something soft and velvety. One by one, the tentacles released him, and large leaves began to fold around him. His feet pushed against something soft. The leaves pushed against his shoulders. He felt a ring open, and his feet slipped through it. The ring tightened around his ankles, but the leaves kept pushing, and he kept sinking deeper. The ring slipped over his calves, then his knees. A few more pushes, and the ring was pressed firmly against his thighs. Something was tugging on his ankles, now. The ring didn't seem to want to open any further, but the leaves kept pushing, and whatever it was that was tugging on his ankles kept tugging. Suddenly, it occurred to Matthew that he was being eaten. He had once seen a snake eating a mouse and had watched the snake struggle to get its prey down while the prey struggled--futilely--to get away. Matthew thrashed his whole body in an effort to free himself. His movements stretched the ring just enough for his hips to slip in. The ring clamped down on his testicles. Matthew vomited from the pain. It was then that he realized he wasn't drowning. The leaves had sealed tightly over him, and the water inside had drained away, somewhere, leaving a small pocket of air in which he now struggled. Another tug on his ankles, and he quickly slipped several inches to his waist. The ring made breathing difficult. Matthew kicked his legs and pushed with his arms, but he couldn't extract himself more than an inch. When his arms grew tired, he lost even that inch. Suddenly, the tugging stopped, and Matthew began to feel tiny tendrils stroking his legs--from his toes all the way to his buttocks. The tendrils were slimy and tickled. One of them found its way into Matthew's crack. The tickling sensation made him momentarily forget his struggle. Then it found his hole. Matthew's body stiffened, and he once again struggled to get free. The tendril pushed its way into his bottom. As it did, he felt it getting thicker along its length. He clamped down with his anus in an effort to stop it, but it continued to invade him. Then, he felt another tendril on his penis. This one poked around inside his foreskin until it found his urethra, then it pushed itself inside. It soon became too thick to go any farther, but Matthew could feel it wriggling the entire length of his penis and pressing against his bladder. Matthew felt a warmth spreading in both holes. The tendrils were filling him with something warm and slimy. He could feel pulses slowly traveling their length as they pumped the fluid into his body. The ring around his waist relaxed, and Matthew sunk into the hole up to his chest. He kept his arms braced on either side of the ring, but they were getting tired. He thought of the mouse. He realized that he wasn't going to get away, either. He slipped a little more so that the ring was up under his arm pits. He felt a tingling in his bowels and penis. He was surprised that it was pleasurable. Did the mouse start to enjoy being eaten at some point? Did the snake enjoy eating the mouse the way he enjoyed eating pizza? He briefly wondered if he tasted good. Matthew suddenly slipped a few more inches. His knees bent so that he was now squatting in the hole with the ring pinning his arms up against his head. He slipped a little bit more, and his arms were in up to his elbows. It was uncomfortable. Rather than resist, he pulled his arms into the hole. He found himself sitting with his head just outside the ring in much the same position he had been when he had first gotten undressed on the beach. The ring was loose enough around his neck to not choke him, but tight enough to retain his shoulders. He felt the hole slowly filling with the same warm, slimy liquid that was being pumped inside him. The tingling in his bowels and penis was increasing. He felt like he had to pee. A wave of pleasure surged through his body, starting with his penis, then rapidly spreading to the tips of his toes, fingers, and head. Some part of being eaten *was* enjoyable. Another wave rolled over him. When he recovered from it, he wondered how long it would take the tentacles to digest him. Now, it was peaceful and relaxing. He felt warm inside, like he did when he snuggled with his mother. He belonged here. He didn't want to leave, even if he could. The transition from boy to food was complete. Rebecca took Matthew's clothes far out into the woods and buried them with the others. It would be a while before the tentacles would need to feed, again. By that time, the search would be over, the excitement will have died down, and another boy would come to visit and not believe her tale. ----- If you enjoyed this story (or any of my other stories), I would appreciate a quick comment. Thanks! https://secure.asstr.org/cgi-bin/ah_feedback.cgi?id=KYKADDHQSDHAFCAVRWRM