Midnight Sphere [18+] [MxM] Ch. 5

Ashley wondered if the eight ball was a thing of sentience, a thing that could pull from the imagination whether he directed it or not.

Horrifyingly, it seemed all the more likely.

He leaped with a yell; while he watched the others in a frozen uncertainty, something wet and slimy wrapped curiously around his leg.

Up until this point, he was holding out strong, but if the eight ball could read minds to tempt, Ashley would certainly not be shocked to hear it; he spent a few nights a week jerking off to tentacle hentai.

Without a doubt, Ashley knew that the MidnightSphere had gotten directly into his head and pulled out the most perfect fantasy he could conjure.

In fact, it might have produced something better than anything he could have imagined, even when he had copious time with his drawing pad.

That really stuck in his craw. He was annoyed even while he was so unbelievably horny. Ashley would not budge to this amalgamation of his desires instantly pulled from his mind.

The wet, sloshing head of the bright red octopus, the suction cups of its underbelly pink like sakura, sucked at him further. It was a monster, an abomination, its eyes trained on one thing.

Ashley swallowed, breaking into a sweat.

It was wrong, how well it knew him.

It was...

It was better than any real person, the animation he liked to watch from the other side of the screen, wishing to be dragged down by the very thing he spent his nights viewing.

To be taken by what inspired timeless beauty, such as The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife, into its slimy maw. To be wrapped around and ravaged by his truest weakness.

Mark, though he loved him so, could never give him this. He had to accept that nobody could ever give him this, that in reality, it could never come to fruition.

Now, trapped in the headset with no escape, his biggest fantasy creeping toward him slowly yet inexorably, he felt his own doom inescapable.

And he was thrilled about it.

Ashley gripped onto the wet, slippery surface of the octopus, slipping out of his hands as it vacuum sealed to his lower body. He went down.

The sounds of sex continued behind him, though it slowed as the group watched the creature trap his limbs and open him in a starfish position on the rug, splayed out over the cool sand.

The slimy tentacles slid up his bare legs as the creature positioned itself between his thighs. His whole body shuddered under the weight pinning him, and the breath was knocked out of his lungs as a small tentacle slid between his ass cheeks and pried them apart.

"Oh, Poseidon," he wheezed.

The mouth, wet and hot, teased maddeningly around the base of his cock. He bucked his hips upward, and a practiced tentacle slid into his ass.

He resisted any person trying to tempt him, but he really didn't want to pass this up, his ultimate fantasy come true, if only in a virtual world.

It was so vivid. Like a dream, as he'd posited to Mark, a teratophilic wet dream. Ashley felt a tinge of guilt.

It wasn't real.

Two larger tentacles slithered upward, like warm jelly, wrapping around his torso, and two tips circled his nipples.

He would never do anything like this in real life.

They teased him in this way, slipping along his aeriolas while a second, slightly larger tentacle worked its way into his ass.

It wasn't entirely his fault that this was happening.

A moan spilled out of him as the guilt was quickly drowned out by the intense pleasure that washed over every inch of his body. Each suction cup on a tentacle latched onto his nipples, two electric currents directed straight down to his cock.

The sensation competed with that horrifically wonderful mouth on his balls. He longed for it to take his length, as another tentacle slid up to wrap around his neck.

Ashley would not mind if this were how he died.

The slime from the creature's mouth seemed to heighten his arousal like an aphrodisiac. The moment it grazed the tip of his cock the inferno inside of him drew to that very end.

It pulled away, barely down his shaft, sucking his inner thigh inches from where he needed it. The creature teased him in this way until he begged for it to swallow him whole.

His overheated skin cooled slightly, a temporary relief as his head turned and his cheek pressed against the rug, but then he immediately boiled again at the sight of Clara.

Her mouth was deep in the brunette that straddled her face, while the blonde was at the edge of the couch, her face buried in Clara's own pussy.

He echoed the brunette's sharp moan. His body tried to throw him over the edge, but a tentacle wrapped right around his base and under his balls kept him right at the edge.

The blonde was pushed deeper onto Clara while she was fucked doggy style by one of the men.

The other two splayed out on the other end, groping and biting each other, until they found each other's mouths again, and made out.

He continued to beg silently like a prayer, as the tentacles wrapped tighter. The suction hummed at his nipples, an amplifier to the pulse directed from his chest between his legs.

His hips bucked mindlessly into the air, begging louder for it to at least free his cock from its confinement, a wish he would immediately want more than anything to take back when it was finally granted.

He needed to come.

He needed to get away.

He needed to come.

His head turned. The bronze man who entered the tent with his partner last was watching him from the cushioned beach chair a short distance away.

"Please!" Ashley begged.

The man made no move to help.

Ashley cried out as his cock was released from its firm bondage, throbbing as it slapped against his stomach. The warmth and relief crashed into him, terrible and euphoric at the same time.

His entire world became that length.

A tentacle, warm and slippery, suctioned around the head of his cock and slid around his shaft. His legs shook as it ended at his balls, and it glided up and down, the most perfect, silken masturbation pulled directly from his head.

As heavenly as it was, hellish it was to discover that the creature knew exactly when he was right on the edge to wrap firmly around him, trapping him there, one stroke from release.

Ashley burned more than he ever fantasized about being denied. He pulled against the tentacles restraining him, but he could do nothing to close his legs to defend himself.

Sweat and tears rolled from him in torment.

He whined as the same tentacle that wrapped his cock pressed to undulate against his taint, and a third slid into his ass, and Ashley saw stars as a suctional tip found his prostate.

The tentacle wrapped around his cock began to hum, stroking him toward that edge and then stopping. It edged him this way until he shook uncontrollably as though in orgasm that was so cruelly taken away.

"Please, I need to come!" he yelled.

A single suction cup right on the underside of his tip brought him so close, painfully close. He held his breath, ready to scream out, when the tentacle pulled off of his cock entirely.

He expelled his breath, a pitched whine escaping his rosy lips, his mouth parched. After all this, he wouldn't believe that he would do anything to get back to this point.

All he knew was that he needed to fucking come or he was going to die.

The bronze man watching Ashley from his chair began idly stroking himself.

Their eyes met for a moment, before Ashley's rolled back into his head, as the wet heat of that mouth engulphed his entire length and sucked.

His mind went quiet.

The three tentacles wrestled for purchase as they pummeled in and out, hitting that blessed spot again and again while the tentacles at his nipples never stopped their minstrations, the mouth never ceased suckling his cock.

He remembered screaming out. His whole body shaking, lava as it erupted. White heat filled every fiber of his being. Thrown over the edge into a fiery inferno so fast his body didn't even know how to respond.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That's so fucking good!"

His toes curled, cramping, useless limbs, every part of him wanting to curl inward, more pleasure than he had ever handled. More than he thought he ever could have or handle.

He pulled on the restraints.

The creature continued to ravish him.

He turned his head to the man, watching his pleasure being squeezed out of him and devoured in an endless enjoyment.

"Please! Get it off me!"

The man only smiled sadistically, stroking himself faster.

He pulled on his slippery yet impossible-to-escape restraints until he thought his limbs would catch fire, unable to even touch himself to soothe his skin that sizzled with raw, violent bliss.

His cock was still rock hard with whatever this substance secreted from the creature. He twisted and thrashed, cried out until his voice was hoarse and tender.

There was no escaping that mouth.

His voice muffled, as the end point of the tentacle curled around his neck found his mouth. All he could do was cry out into the smooth, muscled gag, as another surge of white heat coursed through him.

The octopus continued its work, mercilessly bringing him to the pinnacle and throwing him over again and again with no time to rest or recover.

He had come eight times, and the octopus showed no signs of stopping. His hope was gone that the other man watching him with hungry eyes would take pity on him.

With the moans and cries from the party filling his senses, those who made no movement to stop this creature from consuming him raw, Ashley could only endure.