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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Other
  Fandom:
      Sherlock_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Sherlock_Holmes/John_Watson
  Character:
      Hamish_Watson-Holmes, Sherlock_Holmes, John_Watson
  Additional Tags:
      Tentacles, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Parent/Child_Incest, Explicit
      Sexual_Content, Hand_Jobs
  Collections:
      Sherlock_BBC_Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-01-06 Words: 5687
****** Typical Tentacle Tactics ******
by ellie_hell
Summary
     Hamish gets fucked by tentacles while John and Sherlock watch.
Notes
     Written for this prompt on the kink meme.
     Enormous thanks to Kirk, Name, and Spock who acted as cheerleaders
     and betas for this. They always push me out of my comfort zone, and
     for that I love them.
See the end of the work for more notes
Hamish bolted up the stairs, his rucksack hanging loosely from his shoulder.
There was something delicious baking in the downstairs flat, and he smiled at
the thought that Mrs Hudson's pretty granddaughter would be visiting later
today. The woman who had long been his babysitter wasn't as young as she used
to be, and she unfortunately didn't bake as often as she used to. A visit from
her granddaughter was always a cause for celebration; a plate of delicious
oatmeal biscuits usually made their way up to 221B. Hamish could practically
taste them already.
"Hey, I'm home!" he shouted as he opened the door.
Only silence answered him, and one look around the living room was enough to
confirm that his parents were out. Smiling to himself, he threw his rucksack
across the room and sprawled onto the sofa. He loved getting the flat to
himself, and it was happening more and more now that his parents were
acknowledging that, at sixteen, he was more than old enough to be on his own
without supervision. He considered switching on the telly, but there had to be
something better he could do with his time alone. Instead, he started looking
around, searching for a distraction.
His eyes fell on his parents' bedroom door, and suddenly he felt his heart
flutter in excitement. His father had always believed in involving him in his
experiments, and Hamish had always loved working with him. However, Sherlock
thought (and his dad agreed) that Hamish was still too young to participate in
the more delicate experiments, and it was driving him crazy not to be involved.
He kept bringing it up, but to no avail.
The more he thought about it, the more restless he became. He happened to know
that his parents had a very interesting experiment going on at the moment, one
in which they didn’t want him to be involved. Hamish had often heard them
talking about it when they thought he wasn't paying attention. They always
referred to the experiment as "it", and apparently "it" was alive, because he
had heard his dad asking his father whether he had fed "it", or if he had
checked up on "it". "It" was driving Hamish mad with curiosity, and he couldn't
stand not knowing anymore. One peek couldn't hurt, and his parents would never
know.
Getting up, he looked through the window to make sure his parents weren't about
to come back. As soon as he was sure that the course was clear, he crossed the
kitchen to his parents' room. When he realised that he was walking on tiptoes,
he stopped, feeling foolish. If his parents came back while he was inside their
room, he would simply say that he was looking for something. Deep down, he knew
his father would never buy such an obvious lie, but having a back up plan
comforted him. Carefully, he pushed the door open.
The curtains were drawn, bathing the room in darkness. The bedroom was just as
clean as he remembered it being, and he couldn't see any sight of something
dangerous enough to forbid him from ever approaching it. The bed was made with
military precision, and the books Sherlock and John didn't want Hamish to read
were neatly aligned on the small bookcase (Hamish would never look at those
again; he had learned too much about the joys of homosexual sex to ever glance
at that bookcase again). There was a new family picture on his dad's bedside
table, a pair of matching dressing gowns behind the door; everything looked
perfectly normal.
Then, he saw it. The towel covering what seemed to be an aquarium. He got
closer, holding his breath. This had to be what his parents didn't want him to
see. They weren't the kind of people to get pets, and if they had got one, they
wouldn't have kept them away from their child. He lifted a corner of the towel.
It was indeed an aquarium, and although there was some water in it, it was far
from being full. He could see the hint of a shape inside, something that had to
be alive, but the room was so dark he couldn't make out what it was. He got
away from the aquarium to turn on the light, and then pulled the towel away to
reveal what was inside.
Hamish's first thought when he saw "it" was that it was a jellyfish, but
something was wrong. Jellyfish were transparent, and the creature in the
aquarium was an opaque, very soft shade of pink bordering on peach. It had an
almost circular-shaped body and its skin was glistening. It looked wet, and
Hamish really wanted to touch it. However, that wasn't how his parents had
raised him; he had to really observe first.
The thing was definitely alive; its body was moving on its own, almost as if it
were breathing, but Hamish couldn't see any orifice from which it could have
sucked in air. Still, gentle ripples shook the creature's body, and the longer
Hamish looked at it, the more it moved. Its movements were slow, but not
sluggish. Hamish was so busy looking at the creature's body that it took longer
than it should have for him to notice that the body was resting on what looked
like a nest of tentacles.
Hamish crouched until he could press his face against the glass, and then he
could really see them. He couldn't count how many there were, but the creature
definitely had tentacles. That was undoubtedly one of the coolest thing he had
ever seen, and he felt a stab of disappointment at the thought that his parents
had decided not to share this with him. He rapped the aquarium with one index
finger, quick little taps that the creature didn't seem to hear if its complete
lack of reaction was anything to judge by.
Hamish got up again, and he realised that his palms were sweating, so he wiped
them off against his jeans. He had to admit there was a hint of nervousness
among the excitement and curiosity he was feeling, and just thinking about what
he was about to do made his heart beat slightly faster. Nothing he had observed
about the creature pointed to it being dangerous, but maybe it did have a
mouth, and perhaps it was filled with razor-sharp teeth. Perhaps it was resting
in water because, like the electric eel, it could generate electric discharges
and would attempt to electrocute him the moment he stuck his hand inside the
aquarium. Still, that wasn't about to stop him from doing it, and he gingerly
extended his hand until he could prod the creature with a careful finger.
The creature's body felt nothing like what he had imagined. While it looked wet
and slightly slimy, it was actually pretty smooth. Its lack of hair made it
different from touching human skin, in fact, nothing felt human about it. He
racked his brain, searched his memory, but couldn't find anything to compare
the texture to. He added another finger and gently stroked the creature's body.
It definitely wasn't wet, but it wasn't entirely dry either. Perhaps that's why
it was partially immersed in water; maybe it was absorbing moisture with its
pores. Hamish's fingers slid lower, getting slowly closer to the creature's
tentacles, until the creature stilled. It hadn't been moving a lot, so it
didn't make a big difference, but Hamish felt it nonetheless and his hand
stopped. Holding his breath, he watched.
Then, as quickly as it had stopped, the creature was moving again. However,
that time, the tentacles were moving, too. One of them, long and slim, slid out
from under the creature's body, and it snaked up until it could wrap its
extremity around one of Hamish's fingers. Hamish let out a silent gasp and his
mouth widened as he watched, amazed. The tentacle had the same texture as the
body, and while the top of it was the same colour, the underside was slightly
darker. When Hamish slowly withdrew his hand, the tentacle followed and he
brought it closer to him so he could observe it more carefully.
The underside wasn't as smooth as the top; it was actually peppered with tiny
orifices. The orifices were moving, but they were so small that their movement
was barely noticeable. They seemed as though they were trying to suck in
something, and when Hamish paid more attention to the finger around which the
tentacle was wrapped, he realised the creature was very softly suckling on his
skin. That had to be how the creature fed itself; it was probably absorbing
water, as well as whatever Sherlock and John fed it, that way.
The creature seemed harmless enough, so Hamish put his other hand inside the
aquarium. Just as he had done before, he stroked the creature's body until
another tentacle slid out from underneath it to wrap itself around his other
hand. Driven by his desire to explore the creature more carefully, Hamish made
sure he was securely holding its body before pulling it upward. It was heavier
than what Hamish had expected, but still easy enough to lift. He felt the
creature's hold tighten around his hands and arm, but other than that, it
didn't move. It didn't show any signs of distress and didn't try pulling away,
so Hamish figured it didn't object to being out of the aquarium.
Since the creature's body wasn't covering its tentacles, Hamish could clearly
see that it actually had eight of them, all the same colour, length, and
texture. They all had small orifices on them, but only the two circled around
his arms were suckling. Now that it wasn't partially submerged in water, it
seemed as though the tentacles were suckling harder, and Hamish wondered for a
moment whether the creature was trying to make up for the lack of hydration.
He didn't have time to linger on that thought for long. Two more tentacles
started moving. One of them circled him before settling on his back. It felt a
little bit like a hug, and he chuckled at the thought that perhaps the creature
liked him. The other tentacle carefully circled his neck. Hamish held his
breath, but the creature never tightened its hold; it seemed as though it were
exploring. He felt the tentacle suckle at his throat, but it quickly moved
upward to his cheek. Hamish didn't move. He was torn between fascination and
fear; even if the creature had not expressed any hostility, there was a slim
chance that it would decide he was a threat and attack him. Alone against eight
tentacles, he wouldn't stand a chance.
The tentacle eventually found his mouth, and as soon as it did, it was obvious
that it was interested in the discovery. At first, the tip of the tentacle
merely brushed his lips and suckled very softly, but soon it tried to force its
way inside. The creature had obviously found a source of moisture, and it was
trying to get to it. At first, Hamish resisted the intrusion, but then the
tentacle around his waist tightened its hold and he let out a small gasp.
Seizing the opportunity, the creature slipped inside.
It was a bit like going to the dentist. The tip of the tentacle explored his
teeth, stopping on every single one as if to catalogue them. Then, it focused
on his gums and Hamish winced when the suckling resumed. He was taking deep,
slow breaths through his nose, but he couldn't ignore the feeling that he was
being suffocated. He had to open wider when the tentacle decided it wanted to
explore his tongue, and he groaned at the intrusion. The tentacle felt soft
against his tongue, not unlike how Emily Jones' tongue had felt when they had
kissed that one time after school. However, Emily had never shown such
enthusiasm. There would have been something quite enjoyable about the current
situation if he hadn't been snogging a tentacle. The suckling against his
tongue wasn't unpleasant, but when the tentacle tried to go deeper, Hamish
gagged and pulled away as quickly as he could.
Panting, Hamish closed his eyes as the tentacles stroked his back, arms, and
cheeks. It was almost soothing, and soon the creature must have felt that his
momentary panic was receding because it was exploring again. The tentacles
wrapped around his arms travelled up to his biceps where they buried themselves
under his arms. He chuckled at the tickling sensation, but the creature
continued to move despite his squirming. Its insistence was quite puzzling, but
when the tentacle that had been stroking his back slid around his torso and
started exploring his chest, he understood what was about to happen. The
tentacle stroked up and down Hamish's shirt buttons a couple of times before
settling on the top one.
It was a matter of seconds for the tentacle to work out how to unbutton it, and
with dexterity Hamish didn't know the creature possessed, it popped the button
open. He could barely move as a chorus of 'a tentacle is undressing me' ran
through his head, and he watched in bewilderment as his buttons were undone one
by one. With the help of the two tentacles holding his arms, the creature
successfully divested Hamish of his shirt. He couldn't believe he was standing
shirtless in his parents' bedroom. If they got home right now, he would be in a
world of trouble, but the idea of walking away was ludicrous.
As soon as his shirt was off, two tentacles shot straight back up, burying
themselves in his armpits. The feeling of the tentacles against his sensitive,
bare skin felt strange, and he couldn't help squirming as the tiny mouths on
the underside of the tentacles suckled, trying to feed off his perspiration. It
was obvious the creature had found a spot it liked, and Hamish didn't know if
he had to be grateful or disappointed that he had run all the way back from
school, producing plenty of sweat. The creature, however, was obviously
pleased. The tentacles that weren't foraging his armpits were shivering with
pleasure.
Soon enough, the tentacles had absorbed everything they could from Hamish's
armpits, and they retreated from where they had been feeding, leaving Hamish
with the ghost of a tickling feeling under his arms. The tentacles were moving
restlessly; two of them were stroking up and down his arms, but the gesture was
obviously not meant to bring comfort. They were moving faster, squeezing
tighter than before. Two other tentacles were moving across his chest, brushing
against his nipples every now and then. Hamish had never paid his nipples any
attention, and the gentle buzz of pleasant sensation was new. He wished the
small buds could produce moisture so the tentacles would settle there, but they
remained completely dry. He promised himself to explore the sensations more
thoroughly later, when he would be alone in his room.
A desperate agitation seemed to inhabit the creature now. Its movements were
more frantic as two more tentacles joined the exploration: one for each of his
legs. Even though Hamish was still holding the creature's body, it had such a
strong hold on him that he knew it wouldn't fall if he released it. However, he
continued to support its body, unwilling to let go. The tentacles quickly
circled around his legs all the way down to his shoes, and then the tip
carefully peeked inside his trousers. It didn't seem as though they were
interested by what they found there, because they made their way back up.
When the first tentacle found its way between Hamish's legs, he was so startled
that he took a few steps back, trying to get away but unable to escape the
tentacles' hold. His shins hit the bed, and he fell backward on top of it, the
creature following and landing on his chest. Immediately, he tried sitting up,
but the tentacles around his arms and legs tightened their hold, preventing all
movement. The creature was much stronger than what he had originally thought,
and he felt a wave of fear running down his spine. He felt perspiration on his
forehead, and he nervously licked his lips. The creature must have smelled his
sweat, because one tentacle was soon on his face, running all over it as its
tiny mouths absorbed every single drop of sweat there.
Meanwhile, the two tentacles holding his arms wrapped themselves around them
like long ribbons around a pole. The tentacles that had been closest to his
groin resumed their exploration, forcing themselves between his thighs until he
was lying spread-eagled on the bed. All thoughts of escaping left Hamish's
mind. Even through the thick fabric of his jeans, his skin was sensitive
between his thighs. He struggled against his bonds, trying to shy away from the
invading touch without success. There had to be something there that pleased
the creature, because the tentacles were relentless. It could probably smell
the musky smell of sweat coming from his privates, and judging from its
reaction, it was interested.
He felt a wave of shame when he started getting hard. He was always very
sensitive, but this was nothing like pleasuring himself with his hand or by
rutting against his bed. This was an unknown creature, one of his father's
experiments, and oh god he was in his parents' bed. His cock hardened further
at the thought, and his cheeks and chest flushed with both shame and arousal.
One of the tentacles was now working hard on unbuttoning his jeans, but the
thick fabric made the process harder than it had been with his shirt. Before he
could consider whether or not he wanted to help, the hold around his arms
loosened and there was a tentacle in his mouth, choking him. The message was
clear: unbutton his jeans, or things would get unpleasant.
His arms shot to his groin, the tentacles following, and he quickly opened the
button and flies. As soon as his trousers were undone, the tentacles around his
arms forcibly brought him back to his previous position, and two tentacles slid
inside his cotton pants. The first contact of the smooth tentacles with his
cock made him groan in pleasure, and he twisted on the bed, caught between the
need to get more and pull away. With his jeans and pants still on, the
tentacles couldn't move freely, and the ones holding his legs started trying to
pull the fabric down. Before he could think about it, Hamish lifted his hips
upward. As soon as he did, the tentacles were free to pull his trousers and
pants down, which they did. Hamish toed his shoes and socks off, and he kicked
them away from the bed. When the creature had successfully dragged his jeans
and pants down to his ankles, he kicked them away, too.
Once Hamish was naked, two tentacles wrapped themselves around his legs, just
as they had done with his arms. Tightening their hold, they spread Hamish's
thighs apart until the two tentacles that had been in his pants had free reign
to explore his groin. The creature started slowly, with the tip of two
tentacles burying themselves in the fold of his thighs. The gentle suction they
exerted there made Hamish shiver with pleasure, and his cock twitched in
approval. Would the tentacles try suckling his cock? Would they wrap themselves
around it as they had done with his arms and legs? The mere thought aroused
him, and he longed to wrap a hand around himself to ease some of the pressure
that was building inside him. He needed friction, any kind of friction, and he
needed it now. Getting desperate, he thrust his hips up, but the tentacles held
him down.
"Please," he whispered.
Either the tentacles didn't hear, or they didn't care. One snuck up to dip into
his belly button, making him chuckle, while another one started stroking his
perineum. He gasped, his back arching as a new wave of pleasure ran through his
entire body. Apparently pleased by Hamish's reaction, the creature stroked
again and again, while more tentacles were collecting the sweat under his arms
and on his forehead. Hamish felt used, he felt violated, but he also felt more
aroused than he ever had, so it was hard to pay attention to the part of his
brain that was screaming at him to run away. Not that he could have run away.
He moaned when two tentacles wrapped themselves around his balls and the base
of his cock, the sound obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet bedroom.
"I had no idea it could do that. Did you?"
Hamish felt as though his blood was turning cold in his veins. Slowly, he
turned his head towards the bedroom door to see his parents looking at him. He
opened his mouth to explain, remembering that he had had a plan in case he got
caught, but that plan had never accounted for him being found naked, tentacles
wrapped around his body, cock harder than it had ever been, and lying on his
parents' bed. Unsurprisingly, he found that no word could escape his throat. He
couldn't tear his eyes away from his parents.
"Obviously not, John. Otherwise, I would have brought it into our bed a while
ago," his father said.
His parents didn't seem angry. His dad seemed slightly surprised, while his
father examined the scene with a raised eyebrow. Hamish had never been more
ashamed in his entire life. Still, he couldn't help the small groans of
pleasure escaping his mouth as the tentacles continued to stroke his perineum
and balls. He lifted his head up and opened his mouth to talk. To apologise. To
explain. Anything. However, before he had the time to figure out what he wanted
to say, a tentacle gave his cock a particularly tight squeeze, and his head
fell back against the bed as he moaned. His brain was so overcome with pleasure
that he temporarily forgot about his parents’ presence.
Sherlock got closer to the bed, and he poked the creature's body with his
finger. The creature seemed distracted by the touch, and the movement on
Hamish's cock and balls faltered. He whimpered, his body automatically
thrusting up to seek more friction. Seeing that, Sherlock stopped touching the
creature, and Hamish sighed in relief when the creature tightened its grip
again.
"Apparently, when it's taken out of the water, it will seek moisture in all
possible places," Sherlock told John, and John nodded curiously before
approaching.
As if to confirm his father's words, the tentacle holding his balls tightened
its hold, and the one wrapped around his cock slid up until it was wrapped
around his glans. The tip of the tentacle brushed against his slit a few times,
feeling the precome that had started leaking there. Immediately, it started
suckling, and Hamish bucked against his restraints at the onslaught of
sensations. The tentacle’s small orifices on his cock felt even better than
what he had imagined. Nothing he had ever done to his body had ever felt like
this, like having dozens of tiny mouths on him, focusing on pleasuring one of
the most sensitive spots on his body. The creature’s goal wasn’t to pleasure
him, though. It was feeding, and soon it ran out of precome to absorb, and the
tentacle started moving up and down his cock again, seeking more.
This time, it was more determined. It knew what it was after, and apparently
nothing would stop it from getting it. Hamish was sweating so profusely by now
that the tentacles wrapped around his arms and legs had a constant flow of
moisture to feed on, and the creature apparently understood that the best way
to produce fluids was to pump his cock with more and more vigour.
The tentacle wrapped around his balls started exploring lower, sliding past his
perineum until it touched a spot that made Hamish reflexively try to close his
legs. He couldn't, though, held as he was by the two tentacles around his legs.
No one had ever touched him there, and he felt his face flush in embarrassment
as the tentacle started teasing up and down his cleft. He felt silly that, out
of this messed up situation, this was the thing that embarrassed him, but he
didn't have time to dwell on the situation. The tentacle was pushing against
his tight entrance, slowly but surely making its way inside.
"Do you see what it's doing?" John asked as he got closer. "It looks like it
has a pretty good grasp of human anatomy. It tasted the preseminal fluid and
had a liking for it. Now, it will do anything to get more."
"Have you ever fingered yourself, Hamish?" Sherlock asked without looking at
him, his gaze fixed upon Hamish’s arse.
Unable to form coherent words, Hamish vigorously shook his head. The situation
was making him very uncomfortable, and his prick was softening in the
tentacle's grasp. The creature felt it, and it started stroking him faster,
which only caused an unpleasant burning feeling. He tried to get away, fighting
his restraints, but he was still pinned to the bed, and no amount of thrashing
around could change that.
"Shhh," John said.
Hamish didn't know if it was directed at him or the creature, but he felt
reassured by the soothing voice of his dad. The creature slowed its rhythm,
giving Hamish’s burning cock a much needed rest. However, the tentacle probing
at his entrance didn't relent. It continued to slowly push in and out, in and
out, in short thrusts that made him gasp. His heart was hammering against his
chest, and breathing was getting more and more problematic. He felt some
pressure on one of his legs, and he turned his head to look. Hid dad was gently
stroking his thigh, making soothing movements that immediately made him feel
calmer. He took deep, calming breaths, and soon he didn't feel as though he was
on the verge of having a heart attack.
"It's okay, Hamish. It won't hurt you; it just wants to feed off you. I bet you
taste lovely. I bet that's why it will go to any lengths to taste more of you."
Hamish closed his eyes, strangely soothed and turned on by his dad's words.
"You're about to feel something you've never felt before, but you need to relax
or it won't feel good. Do you think you can relax?" John asked.
Hamish nodded, and he continued to take deep, calming breaths. In and out, in
and out. In when the tentacle pushed in, out when it pulled out. Time seemed to
stretch, and eventually he felt calmer. This was happening, no matter if he
wanted it or not, so the best course of action was to make things as easy as
possible.
"Yes, that's it," Sherlock said when he noticed that Hamish was finally
relaxing. "Bear down, like when you're going to the loo. It won't hurt as much
if you do."
Hamish closed his eyes in embarrassment; the last thing he wanted to think
about was bowel movements. However, since the creature was currently trying to
make its way up his arse, he followed his father's advice. Instantly, the
tentacle slid a few centimetres up inside him and Hamish let out a startled
little cry. His dad's hand on his thigh was still a warm, comforting weight,
and Hamish focused on that touch, let it soothe him as the creature slowly slid
out, and then in again.
"You're doing so good, Hamish," John said.
Slowly, the pain receded until the only sensation remaining was a slightly
overwhelming fullness. Without the feeling of being stretched open, Hamish
could think more clearly, clearly enough to wonder why his parents hadn't
yelled at him.
"Can't you stop this?" Hamish asked, looking at his dad with wide, pleading
eyes.
"You disobeyed us," Sherlock said.
"Please, father."
"No, Hamish. How many times do we have to tell you: your actions have
consequences, and you must be willing to face them."
The only sound in the room was Hamish's laboured breathing. When the tentacle
pulled out but didn't push in right away, he was shocked by the strange
emptiness he felt at the loss. He raised his head as much as he could to check
whether the creature had lost interest, and he whined when he saw the tentacle
disappearing between his legs. It was a frightful sight, and yet a big part of
him wanted nothing more than to be full again. He wanted more of the tentacle
inside, and he wanted his parents to watch, to realise that their punishment
was bringing him a kind of fucked up pleasure he was determined to enjoy.
Hamish tried pushing himself down to entice the creature into penetrating him
further, and he let his head fall back against the bed when his wish was
fulfilled. The tentacle didn't seem to want to pull out; Hamish could feel the
tip pushing against his anal canal wall, as if it were trying to reach his
testicles from the inside. He could feel the tentacle prodding, rubbing, and it
wasn't unpleasant. Not unpleasant at all. He let a low moan, his head rolling
to the side so he could rub his cheek against the duvet. The tentacles still
roaming his body in search of fluids didn't provide enough contact; his whole
body wanted to be caressed and owned. His cock was hardening again, and the
more it filled, the more Hamish got desperate to touch it.
Through the delicious pleasure haze, Hamish was vaguely aware of his father
circling around the bed until he was standing beside his dad.
"I think it found his prostate," Sherlock remarked.
"Looks that way," John said. "Does it feel good?"
Biting his lips, Hamish nodded and opened his eyes to look at his parents. They
were both watching him intently. He had often seen that very same expression on
his parents' faces, but it was usually directed at the other. Now, however,
there was no mistaking who was the recipient. His parents were aroused. By
watching him be fucked by a strange creature. This shouldn't have made him
shudder with arousal, but it did, and now he wished his dad hadn't taken his
hand off his thigh.
"Oh fuck!" Hamish cried out when the tentacle wrapped around his cock slid up
until it could rub at his glans and absorb the precome abundantly leaking from
his slit.
"Language, Hamish," Sherlock said.
Hamish let out a small laugh. He couldn't think of a more fucked up scenario
than being reprimanded for his language while a tentacle was buried deep inside
him. He was about to reply, but the tentacle around his cock gave a few
enthusiastic pulls before suckling on the head, and all thoughts were wiped off
his mind.
The situation had gone on for far longer than his usual masturbation session
usually lasted, and the need to come was impossible to ignore. However, as much
as he needed release, it was still out of reach. It was too much sensation all
at once, too little friction on his cock, and he found himself whispering a
series of pleas directed at no one in particular. He pushed his body up as far
as it would go, making desperate thrusting motions to increase the friction on
his cock. The creature indulged, never relenting the tormenting rubbing of his
prostate, and Hamish felt more precome spurting out of his cock. He had never
leaked so much; he didn't even know it was possible for a penis to produce that
much fluid.
Hamish heard a small groan coming from the side of the bed, and when he looked
up, his breath caught in his throat. His father was standing behind his dad,
arms wrapped around him. His right hand was buried deep into his dad's pants,
and his arm was moving in a very obvious up and down fashion. His dad was
biting his lower lip, eyes fixed on the tentacle fucking Hamish. The sight
pushed Hamish closer to the edge. He felt feverish and his abdominal muscles
contracted in a very familiar way. With a few more rubs from the tentacle
inside him and several strokes from the one around his cock, Hamish was coming.
Immediately, one of the tentacles was on his belly, eagerly suckling at his
semen as the other tentacles continued to milk him dry.
Still shivering from the smaller waves of pleasure coursing through him, Hamish
closed his eyes. He had just experienced the more intense orgasm of his life,
and his body was now succumbing to exhaustion. He felt like that time he had
gone to A&E and had been given morphine. He was vaguely aware of the creature
lessening its hold, and suddenly it was pulled away from his body. Hamish
instantly felt cold, and he curled up into a ball. He groaned in protest when
he felt the duvet being tugged from under him, but he soon felt the warm
embrace of the covers as he was tucked in like a child.
A part of him was extremely aware of the fact that he had just lost his
virginity to a strange creature, that his parents had seen it and had got off
on it, and that the whole experience had turned him wild with lust. There was
undoubtedly a sexual crisis waiting for him in the morning, but now wasn't the
moment for it. There were hushed voices in the room, but his sleepy mind
couldn't decipher what they were saying. He felt a hand running through his
short hair a few times, soft lips on his temple, and then he was falling
asleep. His last conscious thought was whether his parents would agree to let
him watch when they would bring the creature into their bed.
End Notes
     Here, have some_music. I love this band, I've had this song in my
     head all day, and there's a giant purple octopus in it ;-)
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