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.

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