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“Enjoy yourself?”

Leon was walking with his son Caleb nestled against him, his arm draped across the younger black Labrador’s shoulders to pull the boy in close while they slowly strolled through the foamy surf. He had just licked the side of Caleb’s muzzle and growled in the teen’s ear, eliciting a happy squirm from his son.

“Fuck yes! That was amazing…ugh, I can still feel that fat knot in me,” Caleb sighed wistfully.

The two canines were padding side-by-side over the soft, wet sand; their paws sank into the loose sediment with every step, and the prints they left behind were washed away by the ocean waves, which rolled in against their ankles and calves in its tidal rhythm. Neither Leon nor Caleb wore a single stitch of clothing (save for their sunglasses and the small drybag slung across Leon’s back which contained their wallets, phones, keys, unused swim trunks, and a couple water bottles), and as they walked, drips and droplets of warm, thick cum freely leaked from their loosened rears and along their taints, matting the fur of their rumps and inner thighs.

Hadley Beach was well-known for its clothing-optional section (and extremely lax rules when it came to other carnal activities), and Leon and Caleb were as naked as everyone else on the seven-mile stretch of sand and surf and were still luxuriating in the afterglow of their most recent hookup. It wasn’t every day the incestuous Labradors encountered a like-minded pair of Great Danes in addition to a pet Great Dane of their own, and Leon and Caleb hadn’t been able to resist the temptation of some group play on the beach.

And if they happened to put on a show for some of the curious and horny onlookers in the area, even better; to Leon, there was nothing quite as fulfilling as first passionately making out with his son before giving his boy to another man to play with, and having a bunch of strangers watch him perform such taboo actions turned him on to no end. The 51 year-old Labrador had come a long way from being shy and nervous about his relationship with his child to outright flaunting it for the world to see; his knotted cock had been throbbing hard as he happily traded sons with Thomas, the older Great Dane, and he’d been more than thrilled to lewdly violate the boy he’d been given before the huge feral dog took a turn with both sons while the fathers fucked one another in a frenzy. By the time the group had finished, with sand and sweat covering their fur (and quite a few pairs of interested eyes looking in their direction), Leon had received a load from Thomas and deposited one in Thomas Junior (or TJ, as Thomas Senior’s 18-year-old son preferred to be called). Caleb, on the other hand, had received three loads: One from Thomas, one from TJ, and an especially large one from Gage, their pet Great Dane, who had enthusiastically mounted Caleb and pumped a load of puppies into the 20-year-old Labrador just as he’d popped his pomegranate-sized knot into Caleb’s ass.

After recovering from the encounter and eagerly exchanging contact information to stay in touch, Leon and Caleb had departed; still as naked as Thomas and TJ had been when they’d left the Great Danes beneath their oversized umbrella, the Labradors were simply enjoying the hot summer sunshine that beat down on them and the mild breeze that blew past them as they intimately sauntered together along the beach.

Leon gripped his son’s shoulder and growled in Caleb’s ear again. “Do you want to go back for seconds? I’m sure they’d be happy to give you more—Gage looked like he was in love with you,” he added with a chuckle.

Caleb snickered. “Mmm, it was awesome having him hump me like that…but nah, I’m good. For now, at least. There’s another knot I want in me, anyway.”

“Yeah? You see one you like?” Leon asked, his voice low and seductive as he scanned the other beachgoers ahead of himself and Caleb. He nodded at the nude, black-furred Cane Corso about 50 feet ahead, walking in the opposite direction; the canine’s hefty sheath and balls swayed between his legs. “How about him?”

“Mmm, he’s big…could be a lot of fun,” Caleb mused.

“Or that guy?” Leon nodded at the gray wolf who was reclining in a low beach chair and lazily stroking his cock without a care in the world. “Looks like he could use some help—want to ride him?”

Caleb giggled. “Hehe, I could, although it wouldn’t be as good as riding the dick I really want.”

“And whose dick would that be?” Leon asked suggestively.

The younger Labrador smirked. “I think that’d be pretty obvious.”

“Yeah, but I still want to hear you say it, kiddo.”

Caleb rolled his eyes behind his sunglasses and tilted his head back; his silver nose ring glinted in the sunlight for a moment. “Oh come on…”

“Saaaaay iiiit…or I’m gonna start kissing you in front of all these people,” Leon teased deviously.

“Daaaaaad!”

Leon didn’t give his son a chance to try wriggling away from him; the older Labrador immediately started licking and smooching the side of Caleb’s face and muzzle, peppering him with kisses and attacking him with sloppy, drooly affection.

“Ah! Ngh! Ack—stop! Daaaad, come oooon!” Caleb gasped and laughed as he weakly tried to push his father off of him, but his old man was relentless.

“Say it, pup!” Leon mumbled between frantic licks and kisses, not caring that a jaguar, a couple rabbits, a horse, and an alligator with a pet Dobermann were watching him with interest.

“Ah! Ugh, fine! Yours! I want your knot, Dad!” Caleb nearly squealed as Leon kissed him more insistently.

“Hehe…haaa…mmph, see, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Leon huffed before licking his son’s snout one last time.

“Heh, I’ve got something else that’s getting hard, though,” Caleb returned, taking his father’s free hand and guiding it down to his crotch, where Leon felt the boy’s plump cock starting to chub up in his sheath.

“Oh! Well now, that’s something we’ll need to take care of…I know just what to do,” the older Labrador grunted lustfully in Caleb’s ear. “You want to take Daddy’s knot right here and now, don’t you.”

“Mmm, yes please!” Caleb yipped.

“Yeah? Do you want Daddy to fuck you hard?” Leon murmured. “Do you want me to push my knot in your hole and grind against your prostate to make you cum your brains out right now, with everyone watching?”

“Ooooh ffffuuuck yessss,” Caleb hissed lustfully as his cock began to grow stiffer in his father’s grip; the tip of his member was poking out of his sheath and more of his shaft started to emerge.

“Hehe, attaboy…but…I think I’m going to make you wait for it…just a little longer,” Leon said teasingly before releasing his hold on his son’s crotch.

“Aaw, no fair! I want it now!” Caleb playfully pouted.

“Heh, too bad, kiddo; I want to get you somewhere a little more private,” Leon said suggestively. He dropped his other hand from Caleb’s shoulder, down along the boy’s back, and groped his son’s ass, roughly and possessively squeezing the firm bun of the younger Labrador’s glute. “Sharing you was fun, but I just want to have you all to myself.”

“Oh come on! Pleeeeease?”

“You can look at me with those big puppy eyes all you want, but you’re not going to change my mind.”

“Are you sure? Not even if I do this?” Caleb continued gazing at his father pleadingly while his free hand went for Leon’s sheath…and his fingers pushed inside, sliding against the slick, fleshy interior walls of the musky pocket and the chubbing shaft of the older Labrador’s growing erection.

“Ooh! Sneaky—you’re going to pay for that, kiddo,” Leon growled before nipping his son on the shoulder.

“Ah! Whoa, what’re you—hey!” Caleb started as his father began to drag him deeper into the water, but before the boy could finish, Leon bodily hurled him into the surf. The younger Labrador barked before he tumbled into the waves, his feet flying and his head going under the surface for a moment, and he spluttered while he struggled to stand on the shifting sand.

“I’m gonna get you!” Leon didn’t give Caleb a chance to clear the salty seawater from his eyes; the older canine immediately barreled into his son, sending them both crashing into the waves again.

Over the next hour, father and son playfully chased each other in the surf, dunking and splashing one another before wrestling, then kissing and groping each other; they interspersed their bouts of fun with more sedate strolling on the beach, letting the sun and the gentle breeze dry their fur. As they walked, there were plenty of opportunities to enjoy some of the eye candy of other nude sunbathers laying out on the beach.

Of course, there were also several men who, in the heat of the day, couldn’t resist getting frisky; there was no shortage of nudists who were stroking their cocks and fingering themselves lewdly, Leon and Caleb lost count of how many couples they saw humping on the sand, and there were more than a few small orgies taking place in the shade of tailgating tents and oversized umbrellas. Hadley Beach was essentially a free-for-all when it came to joining one gang-bang or another, and seeing so much action out in the open got Caleb’s mouth watering and his hole quivering hungrily…but still, Leon held off on giving the boy what he wanted. As enjoyable as it would have been to participate in another group situation—one in particular looked almost too tempting to resist, with a pair of tigers spit-roasting an orca while a panther fucked the tiger using the orca’s mouth and an otter sucked the orca’s cock—and have his son passed around like a toy, Leon still wanted to find somewhere he could have Caleb to himself.

Although there was nothing preventing Leon and Caleb from enjoying the multiple shows they observed before eventually moving on and getting back to teasing one another as they resumed walking.

As Leon and Caleb strolled southward on Hadley Beach, they encountered fewer and fewer people; they passed a few more nude beach-walkers every so often, but the farther south the Labradors padded along the beach, the more isolated they became. The two canines kept going, still walking parallel to the ocean and occasionally splashing in the surf along the way, leaving the more populated regions of the beach behind them…until, eventually, Leon and Caleb reached the southernmost point of the Hadley Beach peninsula. Ahead of them was nothing but untouched sand, dunes, mangrove trees…and not a single person in sight as Leon and Caleb gazed toward the natural curve of the peninsula’s geography. It almost looked like they were at the edge of the world. Behind them, the closest beach-walker was a good half-mile away and walking in the opposite direction.

Really, the most noteworthy sight—apart from the stunningly beautiful blue water and the white sand—was a yellow wooden sign 10 feet ahead plastered with red lettering that read, “Natural Area: Enter At Own Risk”.

“Hmm, what do you think?” Caleb asked suggestively.

“Looks pretty far off the beaten path,” Leon mused thoughtfully as he scanned the area. Despite the large warning sign, the natural area beyond it seemed safe enough—idyllic, even. And with the curve of the beach and the barrier of the mangrove trees, Leon could very easily see that there would be nobody to disturb him and his son if they ventured forth into the natural area. Still, if other people didn’t come down to this part of the beach and there was a sign telling people to enter the area at their own risk, then there was probably a very good reason why neither he nor Caleb should go any further. “But it might be safer to stay put here…”

“You don’t think we should go in there?” Caleb nodded back towards the stretch of beach he and Leon had come from. “People are still gonna be able to see us from here…you don’t think it’ll be better if we go ahead?”

“Well, not necessarily, but if they don’t want us to go in there—”

“Ah, they just put that sign up to keep people off the nicest part of the beach,” Caleb said dismissively. He broke away from his father and headed for the mangrove trees, walking past the sign as he did so. “It’s not dangerous; it looks really pretty! And you wanted me all to yourself—no way anyone’s gonna see us back here.” He paused and glanced back at Leon, flashing his old man a devious yet seductive smile. “Besides, don’t you want sloppy fourths?” At that, Caleb raised his tail and used his hands to spread his cheeks, showing off his ass to his father.

Whatever small concerns Leon had evaporated the moment he caught sight of his son’s loose hole between Caleb’s glutes; the open ring of muscle still glistened wetly with traces of cum from Thomas, TJ, and Gage, and Leon’s heart pounded in his chest while his cock stiffened in his sheath and began to emerge.

“Heh, you naughty boy…you want me to knot you real bad, don’t you,” Leon growled.

Caleb grinned. “Uh-huh! But you’re gonna have to catch me first!”

The young Labrador immediately bolted deeper into the natural area.

Leon took off in hot pursuit, disregarding the warning sign completely now that he had a target to chase; it was no surprise that, at over three decades older than his son (and 35 pounds heavier), he wasn’t as fast as he used to be, but he managed to keep some semblance of a pace as he ran after Caleb. His heavy sheath and balls wagged energetically between his legs while he pounded over the sand and exposed mangrove roots—he dodged between the trees, trailing Caleb by about 20 feet, though he kept his eyes locked on the boy ahead of him.

It didn’t take long for Caleb to break through the barrier of mangrove trees and strike out across the open sand towards the crescent-shaped alcove of the peninsula; he tossed his sunglasses aside and barked and howled with glee as he ran, and Leon joined in, barking happily as he gave chase. Once he was clear of the mangroves as well, the older Labrador dropped his sunglasses and the drybag on his back to the ground, leaving them behind while he raced after his son.

Caleb headed for the shoreline, slowing as he approached the water and allowing Leon to close the distance between them. The 20 year-old splashed into the water, finally coming to a stop where the waves were against his shins, and he turned around to watch his father catch up to him. He crouched at the ready, almost like a tackler on the football field ready to lunge at the start of a play…and then, when Leon was within five feet of him, Caleb jumped to the left, evading the burlier and slower Labrador.

“Ah! Missed me, missed me, now you have to kiss me!” Caleb teased.

“C’mere, boy…I’m gonna do more than kiss you!” Leon panted, circling around and getting ready to run at his son again.

Water sloshed around Leon’s legs and his paws dug into the saturated sand as he hustled towards Caleb, but the younger canine dodged out of the way in the nick of time; Leon’s outstretched hand merely grazed his wet fur.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do, old man?” Caleb teased, crouching again and getting ready to move fast.

Leon grinned at his son as he caught his breath. “I’m gonna get you on your knees…and mount you.”

Caleb waggled his eyebrows at his father. “I like the sound of that!”

Leon sprinted towards his son, but the younger canine danced backwards, just out of reach.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard!” Leon barked as he dashed forward, making Caleb backpedal through the water now; the boy kept dodging just out of reach, though. “I’m going to knot you…I’m going to breed you…”

Caleb’s grin grew wider and wider…

“And I’m going to make you beg for my cock the whole time!”

“I—ah!” Caught up in the chase, Caleb didn’t pay attention to his footing and he stumbled for a moment.

“Gotcha!”

Caleb’s stumble was enough to allow Leon, in one final push, to grab his waist, hug him close, and at last drag him down to his knees in the water.

The chase was over, and the two Labradors—wet, sweaty, and horned up—embraced one another as they rested on their knees. Their crotches pressed together, as did Caleb’s firm abdomen against Leon’s thick keg of a gut; Caleb’s arms were draped over Leon’s shoulders while Leon kept his arms wrapped around his son’s midriff. The ocean waves rolled against their sides and the hot sun continued to beat down on them. Eye to eye, father and son huffed in each other’s faces, recovering from all the running around they’d just done, before…

“I want it, Dad,” Caleb murmured.

Leon smirked, then kissed his son on the lips.

“I want your cock, Daddy,” Caleb went on, his tone needy.

Leon smooched him again.

“Pleease, Dad…please fuck me.” Caleb affectionately pressed his forehead against his father’s.

“Ah-ah…don’t ask me to fuck you,” Leon said. “You know what I want to do to you.”

Caleb grinned. “Please…make love to me, Dad.”

“Mmm, that’s my boy…begging like a good pup,” Leon growled before kissing Caleb again, this time with more passion, more heat…more lust.

Hands roamed over shoulders and hips, along chests and backs, and into nooks and crannies as tongues lapped against one another, over different sets of teeth, and against the insides of cheeks; both canines moaned into each other’s mouths while their noses pressed together, Leon feeling the unforgiving metal of Caleb’s septum ring against the end of his snout; hearts beat faster and faster, crotches began to grind against each other, and cocks emerged more insistently from sheaths. Leon’s member was hot and pulsating as it firmed up and slid out of the fleshy and furred pocket; he groaned while his stiff arousal pressed against the firm column of his son’s growing erection, and Caleb scooted in even closer to his father, as if trying to wedge himself into the older Labrador’s body.

While the two canines kissed like a pair of whores putting on a show, Leon’s paws drifted down to Caleb’s rump. He squeezed the taut mounds of his son’s glutes and roughly kneaded them for a moment—earning a happy yip from the boy in the process—before he pulled them apart and dug his fingers into the cleft of Caleb’s buttocks. Leon went on making out with his son while his fingers traced along the groove between the younger Labrador’s cheeks…and he growled when he caressed the relaxed ring of Caleb’s ass.

“Mmm…so wet…and loose,” Leon huffed while he dragged his fingers in circles over his son’s back door.

“Unf…uuugh, I need you in me, Dad,” Caleb moaned; still kneeling with Leon in the water, the boy adjusted his stance, spreading his legs wider to open his hole further.

“Mmf, yeah, I know you do…you’re gonna have my cock…in there…so soon, kiddo,” Leon grunted in between kisses as he pressed two fingers through the slack ring of Caleb’s anus; his digits slipped in easily, lubricated by the slick and slimy wads of Great Dane cum still in his son’s rear. The older Labrador began to rub back and forth, stroking his fingers through the warm, sludgy spooge and against Caleb’s soft, sensitive inner walls.

“Uuuuungh, p…p-please,” Caleb whimpered into his father’s muzzle, arching his back and raising his tail as high as he could while his father fingered him.

Leon broke the kiss but remained close enough for a strand of saliva to connect his lips to his son’s. He kept pulsing his digits inside of Caleb while he gently thrust his hips forward, grinding his cock against the younger Labrador’s.

“Mmmm, that’s a hungry hole, isn’t it.”

“Uuungh, so hungry, Dad…”

“Don’t you worry, kiddo…I’ve got just the thing for it,” Leon murmured.

He pushed deeper, sinking his fingers all the way into Caleb, until his knuckles prevented him from invading any further. The pads of his digits rubbed the hotspot of his son’s prostate, eliciting a moan and a shiver from the boy.

“Yeah, that’s the spot, right there.”

“Uh-huh…oooh ffuuuuck…” Caleb instinctively clenched around his father’s fingers, earning an appreciative grunt from Leon; the boy pressed himself against the older Labrador while his cock flexed, and Leon could feel Caleb’s knot start to inflate within his sheath.

“I’m gonna fuck you, son…I need to feel that hot, wet ass on my cock and get my knot stuck in there,” Leon growled. He kept pumping his fingers back and forth through the slop of semen still in Caleb. “Those guys and their dog might’ve gotten to fuck you, but I’m going to fucking make love with you, and I’m going to use their cum to do it.”

“Pleeeeaase, Dad…I need you in me so bad…fuck, I love you so much…”

Leon couldn’t stand it anymore; teasing was all well and good, but his arousal was demanding to be thrust into his son, into the boy that his cock had made.

“Get on your hands and knees, Cal; Daddy’s going to mount you.”

Caleb didn’t need telling twice. After one more kiss, the boy turned around to face the horizon and assumed the position, settling on his hands and knees with his tail up and his ass presented for his father.

For Leon, it was like a scene from a divine vision. The open ocean stretched endlessly before him and Caleb, stunningly teal and clear, resplendently glittering under the great blue sky…and there was his son eagerly inviting him to take what he desired.

Leon wasted no time in grabbing Caleb’s hip with one hand and, still on his knees, scooting through the water to get closer to the young Labrador’s rear. With his free paw, Leon held his cock, his fingers around the rim of his sheath. He aligned the tip of his member with his son’s back door, millimeters away from the wet, loose ring of muscle and the slightly gaping tunnel that opened for him as Caleb relaxed. Leon tightened his grip on the opening of his sheath, holding his cock firm…before he jerked his hips forward—

“Nf!” The older canine grunted as he unsheathed himself completely, popping his semi-inflated knot out of its protective housing; with nothing hugging around the sensitive bulb now, as his sheath was tucked tightly around the root of his cock, Leon wanted to bury himself in Caleb even more. Fortunately for him, as he had thrust forward, the round and pointed tip of his member easily pressed into the young Labrador’s ass, gliding through the relaxed orifice and resting just inside the fleshy confines of Caleb’s rectum.

“Ah! Please, moooore,” Caleb whined, dropping his back and raising his hips needily.

Leon took hold of Caleb’s waist with both hands now. “Mmmm, that’s my boy…take…”

Caleb moaned as his father started sliding deeper into him; Leon rolled his hips forward and inch after inch of thick, throbbing dog meat sank into Caleb’s guts.

“Your dad’s…” Leon tilted his head back in pleasure, luxuriating in the sensation of his son’s slimy and warm insides enveloping his manhood. As thick as his bulbous shaft was, it barely expanded the circumference of Caleb’s ass, the boy’s sphincter had been loosened so much from his previous pounding. Although the ring of muscle still snugly cradled Leon’s cock, embracing it perfectly as the older Labrador penetrated his son.

“Cock…nngh, aaah fuck, that’s the ticket,” Leon grunted when his half-inflated knot kissed the puffed-out, doughnut-like rim of Caleb’s hole.

He held for a moment; he could have easily pushed his knot inside the boy, as Caleb’s ass had been thoroughly ruined already by Thomas, TJ, and Gage (especially Gage—the feral Great Dane had practically split Caleb open when he’d energetically knotted the young Labrador earlier). But Leon hovered on the threshold—as much as he would have loved to immediately hilt himself in his son, he wanted to tie with Caleb properly. And that meant fucking the boy silly in the ocean, thrusting hard and fast, before finally giving the pup what he wanted. Plus, Leon just couldn’t resist the prospect of working himself up more and more to get his knot as big as possible before popping it into his son at the apex of his pleasure. He always loved how Caleb howled like a bitch in heat whenever he forcefully rammed the swollen bulb home after fucking the boy in a frenzy, and Leon was more than ready to screw his son’s brains out like that again.

But in spite of his carnal need, the older Labrador still took a moment to simply revel in the slimy and moist warmth that enveloped his stiff shaft, the feeling of his son’s cheeks grazing the sides of his knot while Caleb’s tail wagged against his stomach and chest…and the sun beating down on him and the sound of the ocean waves rolling in while he was lodged inside of his boy. Leon leaned in close, wrapping his arms around Caleb’s torso and letting his heavy stomach rest against the young Labrador’s back.

“Fuck, I love being in you, son,” he crooned in Caleb’s ear.

“I love having you in me, Dad,” Caleb huffed back.

Leon licked the side of Caleb’s muzzle before he drew his hips back…and then rolled them forward, beginning to thrust into his son.

“Uuungh, you’re so warm…so sloppy…my little slutty boy,” Leon growled, methodically pistoning in and out through the sludge of the three previous loads still in Caleb’s ass.

“Yeah? That’s how you—mmf—raised me…to be a good slut,” Caleb snickered before he clenched on his father’s cock.

“Ooooh…damn right, it is…and you know just how to work Daddy’s dick…”

Leon began to thrust faster while Caleb clenched and relaxed…clenched and relaxed…

The boy grunted. “It’s—ngh!—the only dick I want in me…”

“Yeah?”

Plap, plap, plap, plap—Leon was picking up speed, humping more urgently now. Caleb groaned at the wonderful feeling of having his father properly fucking him, and he began to rock back and forth on his hands and knees, impaling himself on Leon while Leon drove into him again and again and again.

“You want…a lot of dicks in you, Cal…but there’s only one dick you need,” Leon emphasized with a grunt.

“Mmhmm…your dick, Dad,” Caleb moaned lewdly. “Yours is…ah, fuck! Yours is the only one I need!”

“Hehe, that’s what I thought.”

Plap, plap, plap, plap—Leon kept going, kept bucking his hips against Caleb’s rump, kept thrusting with enough force for his balls to repeatedly swing against his son’s, and kept grinding his cock into the younger Labrador’s ass, greasily sliding in-out-in-out-in-out…

“It’s—nf!—good you need Daddy’s cock, kiddo…‘cuz I fucking need your hole…fuck, your hot, wet boy pussy’s perfect, son,” Leon growled. “And I looooove having it all to myself like this…love having you to myself…”

Plap, plap, plap, plap…

“Nobody to watch me use you…”

Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap!

“Nobody to watch me make love to you…just you and me…you’re mine, all mine…”

Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap!

Leon sped up and put more power into his thrusts as he huffed and growled, while his knot swelled even more with his hot arousal. Caleb whimpered and gasped as his father started ramming into him—his hole quivered when the firm bulb of Leon’s knot knocked at his back door, and he shuddered as Leon’s cock pressed hard against his prostate every time it pumped in and out of him; the boy’s cock (with his growing knot still trapped in his tightening sheath) stiffly throbbed and flexed involuntarily. Precum had begun to drip from his urethra, and it fell in thin threads and droplets to the ocean surf below.

Plap-plap-plap-plap-plap!

“Ah! Ah! Haahngh…oh fuck, it’s so good, Dad,” Caleb panted. “Love how you’re fucking me like there’s nobody here…like we’re the last two people in the world…”

“Mmm…that’s the idea, kiddo,” Leon puffed while he carried on fucking his son. “Nobody but you and me…mmf! Heh, guess we need to repopulate, don’t we?”

“Ungh…oh yeah?” Caleb wriggled his hips, grinding against his father while he clenched around Leon’s cock, milking it with his ass. “You wanna try for a pup?”

Leon growled and held his son’s hips tighter.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Where the older Labrador slowed down in tempo, he more than made up for with power, fucking Caleb with enough force to make the boy yelp in pleasure.

“Oh, I’m not gonna try!” Leon snarled.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“I’m gonna breed you SO hard…”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“...and pump you FULL of sons!”

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Fffuck! Aw, fuck, Dad!” Caleb barked while Leon fucked him hard.

“Forget about just one pup…I’m gonna—mf!—give you a—mf!—whole litter, kiddo!” Leon shouted before devolving into animalistic growling and snarling again. “Nnnngh! Grrrrr!”

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

The older canine throttled back on the power of his thrusting, but he kicked into high speed, humping away at his son like a horny teenager desperate to get his rocks off. Caleb moaned loudly, his voice joining his father’s, and the two Labradors lost themselves in a delirious haze as they went on fucking with gusto in the shallows of the ocean. Father relentlessly pounded son, and son hungrily accepted father—Leon’s cock made an absolute mess of Caleb’s hole, making wet schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop sounds as he sloppily churned up the leftover Great Dane cum into a viscous and slimy batter. Caleb leaked even more pre while his father bashed against his prostate, and it didn’t take long for the boy’s knot to grow too large for his sheath to handle—his stiff cock popped out of the tight, fleshy pocket, and Caleb groaned lustily as Leon’s knot continued beating against the loose rim of his hole, threatening to enter him…fuck, he loved the feeling of his father’s thick, hot shaft in him, but he wanted his old man’s fat knot so, so badly…

Both Labradors had closed their eyes in pleasure, fully submitting to the pure bliss and hedonistic indulgence of their incestuous lovemaking. The water around them splashed and frothed as Leon pounded Caleb, and the two canines groaned and huffed and panted and barked in the throes of their mutual passion.

Of course, Leon and Caleb were so focused on themselves and their frantic and wild lovemaking in the surf that they didn’t pay attention at all to anything else around them—not to the calls of the seagulls, not to the island breeze blowing past them, not to the shifting sand beneath them…and father and son were too distracted with their vigorous coupling to even notice the extra splashing of water in the distance. Lost in a world of pleasure, where the only thing that mattered was Caleb’s ass hungrily accepting (and perfectly gripping) his cock, Leon went on fucking his son while the splashing grew to a bubbling…and then a frothing that came closer and closer, emerging from the offshore depths and drawing nearer to the shallows…

The water rippled and undulated with the movement of something vast beneath the surface, as if a horde of enormous snakes were writhing below the waves, before…

A gigantic, cephalopodic tentacle as thick as an oak tree and longer than a couple school buses smoothly lifted and broke the surface, curling and then reaching out towards Leon and Caleb as it emerged. The tentacle was a great appendage, textured with small raised bumps and soft spikes that formed countless whorling patterns and spine-like striations spines, pale blue appendage; its skin shimmered with an iridescent, multicolored sheen akin to the rainbow film seen on an oil slick, but the colors and hues that danced across the tentacle’s skin were deeper, more vibrant and saturated, forming a hypnotic kaleidoscope that actively swirled and spiraled across the background of pale blue, rubbery flesh. Water dripped from the smooth skin and the rows of round, smooth suckers that lined the underside of the huge tentacle, while more water rained down from the flared membranes of collagen that bordered the underside of the dexterous limb.

Another huge tentacle followed, gracefully emerging from the surf, and then another, another, another, another, all of them curling and reaching out, extending towards the shore, effectively corralling Leon and Caleb as they carried on fucking in the water. Thinner tentacles arose from waves, almost sprouting up like germinating plants; the long, flexible arms curled and waved lazily, slowly and methodically, the way an angler fish might placidly swing its lure back and forth to entice its prey to come closer. And with the swirling spirals and flashing lines of color that danced along all surfaces of the tentacles, it was a truly mesmerizing display that was rising from the depths of the ocean before Leon and Caleb.

The six huge tentacles slithered in closer towards the two copulating Labradors (both of whom were still fucking as fervently as ever, with their eyes closed and their voices rising to yells of passion), forming an enclosure around Leon and Caleb, while the array of thinner tentacles continued their visually arresting display. And then as the six larger limbs gripped the sandy, shallow sea floor, and pulled…a new shape began to rise from the water.

Water cascaded over the enormous, oblong and rotund mantle that broke the surface. It was like a small mountain rising from the waves, its peak a blunt tip that was accentuated by the wide, fan-like cartilaginous fin that swept upward, almost as if it were wearing a crown. The fin, translucent and speckled with constantly shifting spots of color, extended down along either side of the mantle, and it rippled and undulated excitedly. Larger than a train engine and sporting the same swirling patterns and array of multicolored stripes as its tentacles, the mantle of the cephalopod’s main body was a staggering sight to behold…if one’s eyes were open to behold it in the first place, that is.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

Neither Leon nor Caleb opened their eyes yet, though. The older Labrador had his head tilted to the sky and panted hard while his hips automatically thrust forward and back, forward and back, furiously and vigorously impaling Caleb on his cock. For his part, Caleb moaned as he took his father’s nonstop pounding, tossing his head back as he energetically pushed back against the rotund rod of canine meat that pistoned in and out of his ass.

“Oooooh fuuuuuck, Cal!” Leon barked—his swollen knot throbbed hard, and the sensitive bulb banged repeatedly against the rim of the younger Labrador’s abused hole. Leon’s blood was boiling, his balls ready to explode. “You want Daddy’s knot?”

Unseen by the two dogs who still had their eyes closed, the leviathan-like cephalopod raised itself further from the water. Under its vast mantle was a whale-sized head, vaguely amorous in shape due to its soft flesh, while the junctions of its numerous tentacles remained hidden beneath the foamy surf. Three pairs of eyes bulged outward, shining wetly in the sunlight; each one of them was as large as a satellite dish, and inky black with only a thick white ring amid the void to border the circular pupil…and all six eyes were locked on the Labradors still splashing in the water as they fucked with abandon, failing to notice the frothing water or the strong salty scent now emanating from the enormous cephalopod before them.

“Uuungh, fuck yeah, knot me, Dad! Pleeeeeaaase!” Caleb begged, his voice raw with desire.

“Unf! Unf! Unf! Oh yeah, that’s a good boy…who wants Daddy’s knot so bad…”

“Uuuungh, ffuuuuck…p-pleaaase…oh fuck, Dad, breeeeed meeee!”

“Haaaah, don’t you—unf!—worry, kiddo…your old man’s gonna—mmf!—get you knocked up! Fuck, I’m gonna… I’m gonnaaaa…”

Leon at last opened his eyes—he’d meant to shove his knot into Caleb and watch the fat bulb pop past the loosened rim of his son’s ass, but he trailed off, distracted. As focused as he’d been on fucking his son, it was impossible for Leon to miss the almost incomprehensible sight now before him. And he would have then immediately yelped in shock at the massive creature that was watching him and Caleb…but the swirling multicolored patterns, the pulsating papillae that seamlessly emerged from the creature’s shimmering skin, and the swaying tentacles above him…it was all so unbelievably beautiful…and so wonderfully incredible to behold…

Leon still felt fear and surprise, but it was muted, numbed somehow by. It was as if the second he’d caught sight of the creature’s enthralling visual display, the older Labrador was instantly overwhelmed with the compulsion to keep staring at the cephalopod’s patterns and swaying limbs. There were no other suggestions, no other subliminal messages beyond “keep looking, keep watching”, which resounded in Leon’s mind with a powerful and deeply resonant hum that only he could hear, a hum that forced him to obey. He had no choice but to try to follow the luminous and colorful patterns that made him dizzier and dizzier the longer he looked…

It only took a few seconds for the cephalopod’s initial step of hypnotic control to take hold of Leon. His eyes slid slightly out of focus even though they remained glued to the creature before him, and his jaw dropped—the older Labrador’s hips kept thrusting, though, his movements automatic now. But Leon didn’t push his knot into Caleb, not yet.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

“Uuuuuungh,” Leon moaned wordlessly.

He knew he should yell in fear, but some impulse he couldn’t understand prevented him from doing so, prevented from even fully processing the small amount of shock he still felt.

He knew he should run away and get to safety, but the colors and swirling patterns were simply irresistible…he couldn’t tear his gaze away for even a moment…

He knew he should warn Caleb, but…something was telling him that there was no real danger…and it was so hard to think straight, too difficult to find the words he needed and string them together in his head, not to mention impossible to even try saying what needed to be said.

He knew he should pull Caleb away and do his job as a father to protect his son from any potential harm…but…

Noooo—somehow, Leon knew that his job as a father was to keep fucking his son right here, right now. Caleb’s ass was sooooo good at taking his cock, and even though the cephalopod’s hypnosis was now overriding most of Leon’s higher mental faculties, the older Labrador still had some inkling that his boy would do anything to get his thick, swollen knot stuffed in his ass…including staying right where he was and taking his continued pounding like a good, cock-hungry little bitch. Yes, Caleb would stay put, and he’d keep begging for his father to breed him properly, and he’d eventually open his eyes to see the same incredible swirls of colors and beautiful flashing patterns that Leon was still staring at. And then Caleb would be just like his father, slack-jawed and staring at the cephalopod, his mind blissed out and open for more, more suggestion, more control from the beast that he was already beginning to think of as “master”…

“Pleeeease, fucking…fucking knot meeeee!” Caleb whined, his eyes still closed for the moment as he bucked back against his father’s hips, pushing himself back and forth along Leon’s cock. The younger canine moaned as Leon’s member smoothly and powerfully drove over his prostate again and again, and Caleb whimpered needily at the sensation of his father’s knot knocking at his back door, threatening to pop in on every thrust.

The 20 year-old clenched on Leon’s cock, trying to tease his father even further and entice him to bury himself completely in his ass. Caleb gyrated his hips from side to side while Leon still held them; he pushed back harder, attempting to force Leon to knot him, but still his old man wouldn’t tie with him. Leon continued fucking him at the same upbeat tempo, slamming his hips into Caleb’s hard enough for his balls to swing forward and slap against his son’s, but not pushing far enough to sink his knot past the loose, cummy rim of the younger Labrador’s ass.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

“Rrrf! Grrrr…come oooooon!” Caleb growled more desperately, now getting impatient. He arched his back and wagged his butt, grinding against his father. “Get that knot in me! I need…I…neeeeed…uuuuhhh…D-Daaaaaad…”

At last, Caleb opened his eyes, too; just like Leon, the instant he saw the full spectrum of flashing colors dancing and swirling across the cephalopod’s tentacles, Caleb could only keep staring. He didn’t cry out in terror or try to scramble away—he had no reaction at all beyond settling into a daze, stunned yet totally captivated by the sight in front of him. His jaw dropped, his eyes slid out of focus as they automatically followed the hypnotic patterns over the creature’s body, and Caleb remained on his hands and knees, letting his father keep fucking him in front of their new audience…their new, awe-inspiring, mesmerizing, and highly persuasive audience…

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

Pre continued dripping from Caleb’s throbbing member while more leftover Great Dane cum sloppily dribbled from his ass around Leon’s thrusting cock. Leon continued humping his son, bashing his knot against the relaxed rim of Caleb’s abused hole, and Caleb carried on pushing himself back against his father. They huffed and panted with pleasure as they rocked back and forth amid the waves that rolled against them, but the whole time, both canines stared at the cephalopod who had appeared in front of them, giving their undivided attention completely to the creature.

The cephalopod’s six eyes—black as a moonless night save for the white, eclipse-like ring around each pupil—showed no emotion as it intently watched the copulating father and son. But a surge of water gushed from its enormous siphon, creating a moderate swell of water that flowed and then ebbed, before surging again and washing against Leon and Caleb. At the same time, the creature’s whole body seemed to pulse and throb, and while its thinner tentacles carried on the waving and swaying display, its larger limbs curled, twitched, and quivered with clear anticipation. And with the energetic rippling of its large mantle fin, even a casual observer could see that the creature was excited about its latest find—a malacologist would even posit that the cephalopod was aroused.

But Leon and Caleb didn’t have the benefit of an expert’s opinion, nor did they have the benefit of having anyone else in the area to pull them to safety. The two Labradors were entranced, totally spellbound by the colorful display that the cephalopod was putting on for them, which, for now, compelled them only to keep watching, to keep staring, not to concern themselves with anything else and just keep their eyes on the swirling and flashing swathes of vibrant color.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

Leon carried on automatically hammering away at his son—engrossed as he was by the cephalopod, the older canine managed to continue his rut like a beast in heat. Caleb held himself up under his father’s non-stop pounding, his ass still hungrily swallowing the length of Leon’s member, save for the older man’s knot, which still wetly slid back and forth between Caleb’s cheeks and bashed against the boy’s sphincter.

For five solid minutes, the Labradors simply fucked and stared at the cephalopod, panting lustfully as they fell deeper and deeper under the creature’s hypnosis.

Then the patterns on the cephalopod’s skin shifted—where there had once been mostly pinwheels and swirls, zig-zagging lines and frenetic bursts of color began to dominate and grow larger, coloring the entire pale blue field of the creature’s body and tentacles. They flashed faster and faster, strobing in a way to stimulate the visual centers of Leon and Caleb’s brains in just the right fashion to create compelling visions and hallucinations…

As Leon and Caleb carried on fucking, they saw a vivid mirage of the cephalopod pushing its tentacles into the muzzle of a hypnotized and drooling wolf. The wolf choked and gagged, gulping as best as he could to get the tentacles down his esophagus…but the flexible and questing limbs stopped for a moment, apparently meeting some resistance. The cephalopod pushed hard, stretching the wolf’s neck from the inside, widening it as much as possible…before, with a wet glulk, the suckered appendages slid in deeper, ruthlessly shoving their way further down the wolf’s gullet, and the man shuddered and whined even though he still wore a happy grin as he swallowed the thick, rubbery, probing limbs…

The wolf was replaced by a raccoon, naked, blissfully grinning, and wrapped up in tentacles. The cephalopod vigorously thrust a few of its thinner tendrils in and out of the raccoon’s urethra, its fleshy and prominent suckers popping softly past the rim of the trapped man’s meatus while slimy fluid gushed in and slopped out of the opening of the raccoon’s stiffly throbbing and flexing cock. Even though he smiled with rapturous delight, the raccoon panted and moaned, and he shuddered as his member was invaded again and again…

The raccoon became an otter, similarly bound by the cephalopod, although this time the tentacles had pushed into the otter’s ears and were squirming around inside the man’s head. His ears were stretched taut around the circumference of the tentacles, and the otter was covered in sweat and squirming in the cephalopod’s grip, but he giggled and laughed, obviously tickled by the invasion within his skull…before he sighed contentedly as the tentacles withdrew…and, with a harsh yank and a wet schlorp, the cephalopd tugged out his brain (thoroughly covered in more slimy secretions) and held the pale pink organ in its suckered grip…

The otter became a tiger turned upside down and hanging in the air, held aloft by the tentacles. The feline grimaced and grunted as he suckled on the appendages filling his mouth, and he whimpered in rhythmic moans while two thick tentacles plunged in and out of his stretched ass, expanding the ruined orifice to the limit and visibly distending his stomach, making it look like a couple of large and active snakes had invaded his gut…and he started urinating uncontrollably as the tentacles obviously pushed hard against his bladder while they violated and rearranged his innards. The tiger’s piss rained down on the cephalopod that held him, the stream of his urine splashing and splattering on the creature’s rubbery skin; the leviathan continued thrusting its tentacles into the feline, plumbing the tiger’s depths…before eventually withdrawing the wetly glistening limbs. The tiger grunted loudly as he bore down, compelled by his master’s hypnotic command—a fresh jet of piss arced from his stiff member while he pushed out his prolapsed rectum, a large, over-swollen rosebud of red, wet flesh the size of his clenched fist. He chuffed at the stimulation of the cephalopod’s tentacles caressing and tugging at his exposed and sensitive prolapse, and his striped tail thrashed while the tentacles slid in and out of the protruding and inverted tunnel of his rectum…

A horse replaced the tiger, a tentacle spiraling around the thick, throbbing column of his cock; the round suckers on the underside of the tentacle kissed the horse’s wide flare, and the rubbery appendage had invaded his urethra. The horse huffed and nickered through the tentacles filling his mouth, and he writhed in the creature’s grip, his whole body jerking and spasming as he came hard. Viscous ropes of equine seed messily spurted out around the tentacle that filled his member and quickly thrust in and out of the tight passage, making the horse’s pulsating cock bulge even more…

The horse became a bison drenched in sweat; he was heaving, almost sounding like he was on the verge of retching, as he was fully impaled on a girthy tentacle that entered his ass, exited through his open mouth, formed a tight choker around his neck, covered his eyes, and wrapped around one of his horns; the bison’s cock and balls were totally engulfed by a specialized milking tentacle that sucked relentlessly on his manhood, and from the powerful shudders and tremors that wracked his whole body, it was clear to see that the bison was ejaculating for his life, with the cephalopod extracting every drop of seed the man had in his testicles…

The vision of the bison melted and reformed into a scene of a kangaroo and his two pet dobermanns. The kangaroo was on his hands and knees in the water while one of his dogs had mounted him, fucking him vigorously while more of the cephalopod’s tentacles had invaded the canine’s ass and slipped into the kangaroo’s bouncing and bobbing member. A thick, suckered tentacle filled the kangaroo’s mouth and his throat bulged visibly from the girthy limb stuffed in his esophagus; more of the flexible appendages had wrapped around his arms and legs, holding him in place while he was aggressively bred by his dog, and both master and pet had tentacles going into their ears. As for the other dobermann, the large canine was held aloft by more of the cephalopod’s tentacles; the enormous sea creature aggressively thrust its dexterous limbs in and out of the dog’s stretched ass, all while also sounding his throbbing member, tugging on his balls, and exploring the confines of his sheath, which had been tugged back beneath the captive canine’s engorged knot. Like his master and fellow canine, the dobermann in the air had a tentacle in his ear, and he squirmed and writhed as the cephalopod rooted around inside his head…

A black bear replaced the kangaroo and his dogs; while he was held in the air by the cephalopod, tentacles had entered his mouth, his ass, and his cock, and large, ovular lumps smoothly glided along the lengths of each flexible limb…before disappearing into the bear. The large ursine moaned and trembled, and his cock flexed uncontrollably, as if jerking to a powerful orgasm. His throat, belly, and testicles bulged as he was pumped full of eggs, and he grinned in a mindless stupor as the creature deposited more and more of its offspring into him…

The black bear changed into a deer, wet with slime, cum, and seawater, fat with eggs and in a thoroughly hypnotized daze. The cephalopod had placed the deer down on his hands and knees in the shallow surf…and the creature raised itself up even further to reveal its underside, a mass of suckered tentacles that spread obligingly, forming a path that led to its huge, curved beak surrounded by pale teal muscular tissue. The chitinous mouth opened, the upper and lower beak parting smoothly to reveal a cavern large enough to admit a team of at least 10 men; the interior of the vast maw was lined with rows of fleshy, cartilaginous structures—rigid yet soft-looking spikes—that curved inward and looked capable of gently conveying even the heftiest of meals into the depths of the cephalopod’s gullet in place of a tongue. Viscous drool dripped from the tooth-like protrusions, and the inner lining of the creature’s mouth and throat glistened with saliva. The cephalopod’s jaws gaped wide, looking so alluring, tempting all who saw it to enter and revel in the soft, moist tissue and rippling muscle.

The deer had no chance of escape, nor desire to flee—a blissful supplicant, he crawled forward, dragging his distended belly over the rim of the cephalopod’s beak. He hauled himself into the squishy interior of the creature’s drooling maw, rubbing himself against the cartilage spikes sensually, laying on top of them and letting them begin to move him away from the light of day in a seductive, undulating motion; the deer panted lustfully, his eyes on the entrance of the cephalopod’s esophagus, the dark chasm from which there was no escape…and the monster’s beak closed, sealing the deer inside, away from the rest of the world…

Even more visions flashed through Leon and Caleb’s entranced minds. There were too many to count, and they were ephemeral and fleeting, each hallucination seen for a mere moment before it was quickly replaced by another. But as fast as the images appeared and disappeared for Leon and Caleb, they were astoundingly vivid and crystal clear to see, all of them showing some variation of prolapses and loosened asses, urethral penetrations and bulging cocks, tentacles slickly and slimily fucking asses, entering mouths, pulling brains out of ears, wrapping around limbs, stroking cocks, tugging on balls and encircling necks, ovipositors pumping eggs into stomachs and bladders and balls, hypnotized men either being lowered, dropped, or pulled into the creature’s open mouth, with plenty of others simply crawling or stepping in through the wide jaws by themselves, each and every one of them happily and eagerly accepting their fates after having been used and filled by the cephalopod.

As the visions of the creature’s previous victims blurred together for both Leon and Caleb, the hypnotic strobing on the cephalopod’s chromatophores in its skin overpowered the two canines with even more subliminal signals. It had already triumphed over their conscious minds—to create an anchor of control in the minds of its prey, the seductive images the cephalopod projected aroused and stimulated the particular areas of the brain associated with sexual gratification. But the creature’s flashing patterns also broadcast a more insidious frequency, one imperceptible to the naked eye but potent enough to permanently alter the synaptic relays responsible for rational thought. In short, the cephalopod could effectively deactivate its target’s executive brain function and elicit basic compliance. And by now, Leon and Caleb had lost control of their mental faculties. The creature could order the pair of rutting canines to do anything it wanted and they would obey, neither father nor son could make conscious decisions or act upon their own intentions…though their subconsciouses—instincts, motivations, desires, fears, and all—still remained intact for the moment.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

Even though Leon had no conscious worries about his current situation as he continued fucking his son, there was still a nagging little voice in the back of his mind telling him in a barely audible whisper that he should resist, that he was somewhere he shouldn’t be…

While Caleb was having the time of his young life getting railed by his father, there was still a subtle feeling in his gut that something, somehow, was terribly wrong…

But those minor concerns evaporated like thin wisps of steam rising from a boiling pot when the saturated multicolored stripes and swirls on the cephalopod’s skin strobed and flashed even faster. While Leon and Caleb were still distracted with fucking and watching the nonstop barrage of lustful images before their eyes, the creature’s mesmerizing display broadcast an overwhelming signal that began to overpower all traces of worry, doubt, and willpower in the deepest reaches of their subconsciouses.

“Uuuuungh…” Leon groaned.

“Haaaah…aaahhh…aaaaah…” Caleb panted.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

Both of them kept staring at the cephalopod while they went on fucking, relaxing even further and getting more dizzy and disoriented as they fell deeper and deeper under the creature’s sway. The colorful and luminous patterns made their eyes spin and excited the horny dogs even further—to Leon and Caleb, it was as if the creature was reaching deep into their minds and wrapping its tentacles around the very cores of their beings to hold them tight, to keep them safe as it washed away any lingering concerns and worries. They could still remember who and where they were, but any other motivations, any other needs or feelings were simply…wiped away. Gone as easily as a damp cloth clearing a coffee stain from a table—there was only…pleasure and happiness…and…the desire to…obey…yes, only the desire to be good toys for their new master…

There wasn’t an iota of fear or doubt left between father and son, no feelings of shame or desires for privacy, no need to scramble for safety—even their instincts for survival and self preservation had been totally obliterated. For Leon and Caleb, their only need was to jubilantly follow their master’s every order, to eagerly let their master fill them and use them before consuming them…

Father and son stared at the strobing and flashing patterns, at the waving tentacles that seemed to creep in even closer to them, utterly captivated as the last of their willpower vanished, just before—

Ping!

The sound was audible only to Leon and Caleb, an imaginary, soft chime in their minds. They’d passed the point of no return, where they were total slaves to their new master’s every whim. And as the cephalopod’s hypnosis took full effect, Leon and Caleb both felt the most wonderful sense of euphoria bloom within them, an erotic and passionate bliss that filled the Labradors to the brim with intoxicating ecstasy. It was an abject delight that made them beam like a pair of stupid and happy fools as their minds were totally filled with their new master’s dominating will. For the dumb, horny, zonked out, incestuous dogs who kept on fucking under the cephalopod’s command, everything was perfectly alright, even though under normal circumstances things were most certainly not…but there was nobody else to pull Leon and Caleb to safety.

The two were lost completely to the creature from the deep, and they were beyond thrilled about it, especially as their new master reached out with a pair of tentacles to touch the sides of their faces, to cup their jaws and hold their heads up so Leon and Caleb would be forced to continue watching its hypnotic display. Not that they needed to keep looking at the patterns—the cephalopod’s hypnotic hold over the two Labradors was absolute. But from the excited quivering of the creature’s tentacles and the gushes of water it pushed through its siphon, it was clear to see that it enjoyed demonstrating its power over its newest helpless victims.

Caleb moaned at the feeling of his master’s touch, reveling in the sensation of the wet and rubbery tendril that delicately stroked his cheek and felt over his muzzle. The suckers gently gripped his face, rubbing along his snout…before the tentacle extended further…and coiled around his neck, forming a tight collar that encircled the boy’s throat. The tentacle clenched tightly, making Caleb momentarily cough and wheeze for breath, before it relaxed again, though it still maintained a secure and firm grip on the younger Labrador’s neck.

Leon huffed as the cephalopod also used a tentacle to probe at his face; shivers ran up and down his spine at the pleasurable feeling of the creature’s pliable and fleshy limb holding onto his snout…and the suckers dragged over his eyes and the bridge of his nose…before the tip of the tentacle gently poked past the older Labrador’s lips and into his open mouth to delicately caress his teeth and tongue. Leon instinctively suckled on the tentacle for a moment as it explored his soft palate and the roof of his mouth…then it reached towards his esophagus, feeling the boundaries of his tongue and tickling his uvula, making Leon splutter and gag. The tentacle shortly withdrew and probed at the flap of his new thrall’s left ear, which swung back and forth with the motion of Leon’s whole body as he continued thrusting into Caleb. The tip of the tentacle reached under the flap, just barely extending into the dog’s hidden ear canal, delicately caressing the rim of it…while more of the flexible arm coiled itself around Leon’s throat to collar the hypnotized 51 year-old.

The cephalopod maintained its grip on its two newest thralls, alternating between gently squeezing their throats and relaxing, lightly choking Leon and Caleb before letting them catch their breath. Both father and son wheezed as their air supplies were temporarily restricted, but they still smiled like a pair of dazed and happy idiots, eager to please and keep fucking for their master’s entertainment. The vast creature extended more of its tentacles towards the pair of copulating canines, insidiously wrapping a limb around Leon’s waist and curling around his right thigh, until the tip of it nestled between his legs, pressed against his taint, and stroked the backside of his swinging balls; another wound it way around Caleb’s left ankle and snaked up along his leg, wetly sliding over his limb until the tip made contact with his stiff and throbbing penis, which bounced and bobbed with the pounding Leon’s hips against Caleb’s rear. The tentacle coiled tightly around Caleb’s knot and languidly stroked the underside of his bulging shaft, the suckers delicately pulling at the tender tissue, while another tentacle snuck in between Leon and Caleb, winding around the younger Labrador’s tail to pull it up even higher. The cephalopod kept going, adding another tentacle into the fray—as Leon fucked his son in a frenzy, the cephalopod’s appendage managed to squeeze into Caleb’s ass, giving the older Labrador’s cock another slick surface to rub against in addition to the soft, hot, fleshy folds of his son’s rectum. One more tentacle curled around Leon’s left wrist, forming a bracelet and helping him hold Caleb’s waist, and before long, father and son were well-ensnared by the sea creature’s multi-limbed grip.

Bidden by the swirling and flashing patterns on his master’s skin, Leon began to hump harder and faster, aggressively thrusting into his son, savoring the feeling of his cock gliding against the tentacle in Caleb’s ass as he did so. His hands clenched even tighter on the boy’s waist, and his bucking hips moved so rapidly they were practically a blur, while his nuts continued hitting against Caleb’s with every forward surge. Caleb wordlessly moaned and barked in pleasure; the ridges of the suckered tentacle in his ass in addition to the quick and furious rutting from his father made him tremble from head to toe. He arched his back as the cephalopod yanked his tail even higher, prompting him to push his ass up as much as he could, while the tentacle in his ass (in addition to his father’s cock) pressed insistently on his prostate, making the boy’s cock drool even more precum.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap—

Pop!

“Uuuuuunngh!”

“Hnnngh!”

Both Labradors groaned and cried out in pleasure when Leon’s knot at last sank into Caleb’s stretched ass; the older canine had finally received the subliminal command to tie with his son, and Leon had slammed his hips firmly against Caleb’s rump one last time, gladly driving his cock home into the loosened and sloppy confines of his son’s rear. Even though Caleb’s sphincter had practically no resistance left in it after his previous session with the Great Danes, it was still a jolt to the boy’s system when his father’s knot rammed into him and filled his ass, especially because there was now the added heft of the cephalopod’s tentacle in him, helping to stretch him even further. Caleb convulsed with an electrifying spasm of pleasure as his innards spread around the prominent and firm orb at the base of Leon’s thick and bulbous member, and his cock flexed hard. Leon shuddered tremendously as his son clenched around his fat knot; ordinarily, the sensation of Caleb’s warm, slick and slimy flesh cradling and tightly hugging his large, sensitive bulb would have felt like heaven. But in his currently-hypnotized state, every blissful feeling for Leon was amplified exponentially—knotting his son didn’t merely send the older Labrador over the edge, but hurled him over it with the speed and force of a bullet.

There was no stopping the inevitable, especially when it had been commanded by their master, who seemed to be quivering all over with a palpable animalistic fervor.

“Awhoooooo!”

Both Caleb and Leon howled loudly as they orgasmed in unison, mindlessly losing themselves to the intense, all-consuming pleasure that wracked their bodies. Leon’s member pulsated and spasmed powerfully within Caleb, adding the musky and viscous contents of his testicles to the sludgy slop of Great Dane sperm already saturating his son’s guts. Caleb kept howling as his balls drew up tight and his cock flexed and jerked with a mind of its own, shooting his load into the salty surf beneath him; the globular, stringy ropes of cum stayed intact for a few moments before the agitation of the waves broke them apart, and Caleb’s wad dissolved completely, his load becoming a part of the briny sea.

The cephalopod watched on, its six eyes intently focused on the slaves it had captured while Leon and Caleb howled out their passion and shuddered through their earth-shattering climaxes. Howls eventually settled into grunts and yips, then to labored huffing. The flows of cum ebbed from strong and forceful spurts to leaking oozes, and ecstatic convulsions and spasms gave way to jittery tremors and shivers…and eventually, both canines fell still and quiet, simply resting at ease and catching their breath. Caleb remained on his hands and knees while Leon was still inside of him (in addition to the tentacle that had burrowed into the younger Labrador’s rear), and as father and son relaxed in the surf, panting with their tongues hanging out while they gazed adoringly at their new master, the cephalopod’s flashing patterns slowed and the strobing colors faded away as well.

The swirling patterns and fleshing stripes of full-spectrum rainbows gradually reduced and changed to faded smears of dark greens and purples, while the pale blue background of the cephalopod’s skin shifted to a deeply saturated teal. The creature lowered the tentacles it had been waving as part of its previous hypnotic display, submerging them once more beneath the waves, and the larger tentacles the cephalopod used to support itself now curled further inward, forming a complete enclosure around Leon and Caleb, who remained entranced in their mindless and obedient stupor.

For a moment, all was tranquil and motionless, save for the constant beating of the waves, a few seagulls flying overhead, and the gentle breeze ruffling Leon and Caleb’s fur.

Then more tentacles arose from the water, a cluster of snakes emerging from unseen dens and poking above the surface. A pair of limbs snaked around Caleb’s chest and hooked around his shoulders, forming a facsimile of a rubbery and fleshy harness, while another pair did the same for Leon…and the tentacles gently pulled father and son apart from each other. Caleb was dragged forward while Leon was tugged back—for a few heartbeats, Leon’s knot kept him locked inside of his son, kept the two of them connected. But the root of his cock stretched further and further out of his sheath to accommodate the tension, until it became too taut, and—

Plop!

Leon’s knot, still swollen and unbelievably sensitive, popped out of Caleb’s ass. Both canines moaned and shuddered at the physical stimulation; under normal circumstances, a thick rivulet of cum would have dribbled out of Caleb’s totally ruined hole and down along his testicles, but the tentacle still in the younger Labrador’s ass roughly shoved its way in deeper, totally replacing Leon’s cock to plug him completely and prevent more than a few drops of cum from leaking out of the 20 year-old.

If Leon and Caleb had been fully conscious and aware, they would have wondered at how they knew what their master wanted them to do—they would have recognized that there was a presence in their minds, one that was separate from their own mental processes and exerting an influence on them. But in their current state, father and son simply understood the external yet unspoken commands they received from the cephalopod, as if its hypnotic patterns had embedded a set of instructions for the Labradors within their base instincts. Of course, right now there was no need to wonder about the mechanics of how their master communicated with them or guided their actions—there was only the need to obey. And at the moment, Leon and Caleb obeyed the subtle and inexorable command to go limp, to relax and allow the cephalopod to manipulate them like a couple of ragdolls in its multi-limbed grasp.

The cephalopod lifted its newest thralls from the surf, raising them in the air and separating them further. Water dripped from limbs and paws as both canines were lifted 15 feet above the waves—ordinarily, Leon would have been concerned about being so high up and he would have worried for his son’s safety, but the older Labrador, just like Caleb, simply relaxed in his master’s grip with a dazed yet happy smile on his face.

The cephalopod held its victims on either side of its body, its six-eyed gaze fixed on both canines. On the creature’s left side was Leon, dangling from his makeshift harness while the tentacle around his waist and thigh supported him further. On the right side of the cephalopod was Caleb, now hanging upside down from the tentacle encircling his ankle and leg, with his chest and shoulders still held by the rubbery limbs the cephalopod had wrapped around them earlier. Both Labradors gently swayed back and forth as the cephalopod lightly swung them from side to side, as if playfully testing their weight, while it used its tentacles to begin probing and exploring father and son further.

Caleb still had a tentacle wrapped around his neck in addition to the ones currently holding onto his tail, squirming inside his stretched ass, and coiled around his still-stiff cock. But the boy squirmed and dopily giggled when more suckered and smooth tentacles slipped and slid over his face, exploring every inch of his snout; one of them gently tugged at the thick ring pierced through his septum, experimentally pulling his head back and forth and testing the range of control and resistance…before it let go and explored his nostrils further, tickling them as it did so. Caleb sniffed and wiggled his nose, almost feeling like he needed to sneeze, but the tentacles carried on inspecting his nasal cavity unabated. Another tentacle pushed past his lips and slid over his tongue, its suckers softly gripping where they made contact with his bodily tissues and popping when they released. Caleb suckled on the tentacle as it caressed his teeth and the insides of his cheeks, and he opened his throat when he felt the tip of the tentacle reach the edge of his soft palate and tease the rim of his esophagus—instead of retching, he shuddered in delight when the tendril tapped his uvula, as the boy’s gag reflex had been worked out of him over the course of the many, many blowjobs he’d given his father. And while the cephalopod continued its oral exam, it used another couple of tentacles to trace over the defined muscles of Caleb’s pecs and the small pack of fat on his otherwise-firm abdomen, feeling over his obliques and creeping along his waist.

Simultaneously, Leon was getting his own thorough examination from the cephalopod; like Caleb, he still had a tentacle encircling his neck like a collar, and plenty of tentacles were stroking over the Labrador’s face, in his muzzle, and across his significantly larger gut, but the creature also seemed interested in testing the limits of Leon’s flexibility. While it didn’t handle the 51 year-old too roughly or move too quickly, the leviathan methodically bent Leon forward and extended him backwards, getting a full range of motion from the canine’s spine. Leon’s arms and legs were raised, spread, lowered, bent, pulled, and rotated; his tail was tugged and manually wagged in every direction, and his whole body was twisted from side to side before the cephalopod probed at his fingers and toes, testing every possible joint.

Of course, in addition to the cephalopod’s more innocent and exploratory probings, more of its tentacles crept into nooks and crannies below the waist (or above the waist in Caleb’s case, as he still dangled upside down). While the tentacle lodged in Caleb’s ass continued to squirm and burrow deeper into his guts, two more gripped his glutes, spreading them and kneading them; another wrapped around the neck of his scrotum and tugged on his testicles, curling over the young dog’s sensitive nuts at the same time. The tentacle that held Caleb’s ankle and leg loosened and tightened again as it extended further into his groin—while the tip of the appendage had been coiled around Caleb’s knot and the lower section of his member, the tendril now snaked further around his twitching, swollen cock, creeping ever closer towards the tight, circular opening of his urethra at the pointed tip of his canine penis.

Caleb huffed through his mouthful of tentacles as the cephalopod probed at his urethral lips…and then the boy grunted and shuddered when he felt the thick, rubbery appendage begin to enter his cock. The softy, fleshy ridges of the suckers popping past his meatus and into the tight, intimate confines of his body made Caleb’s cock jerk and flex stiffly, and he moaned lewdly at the electrifying and tantalizing sensation of his urethra stretching around the widening circumference of the slimy and firm tentacle that slid into him.

Meanwhile, Leon was receiving a similar treatment; as he hung in the air from the tentacles wrapped around his body, more of the appendages kept his legs spread and parted the thick mounds of his buttcheeks, revealing the tight and wrinkled pucker of his ass, which was still moist with his own sweat and residual cum from Thomas the Great Dane. The tip of a questing tendril pressed at the fleshy entrance…and wormed its way inside, stretching Leon’s sphincter as it penetrated him. The older Labrador moaned around the tentacles that had invaded his muzzle, and he shivered as another of the cephalopod’s limbs made contact with his cock, spiraling around his erection and sliding ever upward over his sensitive skin. The tentacle curled around the opening of Leon’s urethra for a moment, gently pulling on the rim of the circular orifice…and then smoothly slithered inside, filling the tight tunnel as it pushed deeper and deeper into the Labrador’s stiff cock.

Leon grunted and writhed in the tentacles that held him, and he unconsciously clenched on the tentacle in his ass as it insistently bore down on his prostate. At the same time, the canine thrust his hips forward, as if to further impale his cock on the tentacle that entered his urethra; like his son’s, the bulbous rod of Leon’s member bulged around the added girth of the tendril inside his cock, and his erection twitched and jerked while the cephalopod inched deeper and deeper, soon entering his groin…and then teasing the sphincter of his prostate. The tight, walnut-sized gland instinctively contracted, trying to keep the intruder out, but the tentacle squirmed its way into the sensitive organ, effortlessly spreading it as it pressed deeper into Leon’s body, and the older Labrador quivered and bucked his hips automatically as the heat rose in his loins again.

Under normal circumstances, both Leon and Caleb would have been begging for a break and pleading for mercy; the intense pins-and-needles feeling of overstimulation after having cum only a short while ago would have been too much for either of them to handle. But the captive canines had no such desire for a breather, even though their bodies were crying out for rest. Instead, enraptured by the spine-tingling sensations that wracked their bodies, father and son moaned, whimpered, and howled; their voices were muffled due to the tentacles in their mouths, but they still rose and mixed together in lustful cries while their prostates—and soon their bladders—were violated at the same time.

All the while, the cephalopod watched with interest as Leon and Caleb helplessly wriggled and flailed in its grip, sodomized and sounded by its tentacles. Initially, the huge creature kept the Labradors separated, with Leon hanging before it left set of three eyes and Caleb suspended on its right side…but as the cephalopod probed its latest victims further and explored the interiors of their bladders, intestines, and upper digestive tracts, it soon brought both canines closer together in front of itself, reuniting the pair, with Leon still rightside up and Caleb still hanging upside down. For a brief moment, father and son dangled in a perfect 69 position, but the cephalopod lifted Caleb and lowered Leon by a few feet, until the dogs were face-to-face, the tips of their snouts mere inches away from each other.

Leon bemusedly gazed at his son, and Caleb, still upside down, dopily grinned back at his father. Despite their current predicament, both Labradors wagged their tails happily, and their hearts thumped excitedly against their ribs—somewhere in the recesses of their hypnosis-addled minds, they could still recognize one another and feel the deep-rooted love they shared for each other. Even though their instincts had been irreparably altered, such a powerful emotional response had somehow remained and been transformed into a euphoric sense of pleasure and pride. Had Leon and Caleb been fully conscious and able to articulate their feelings, they would have said they were ecstatic to be in such a compromising situation together, that they were content to spend the rest of their lives as brainless slaves for their master so long as they could experience every moment together.

However, too dumb and blissed out of their minds to speak on their own or even form complex thoughts by themselves, both dogs merely panted with big, shit-eating grins on their faces and continued wagging their tails…until their attention was caught by the pair of tentacles that now hovered beside their heads, one next to Caleb and the other next to Leon. The tip of the tendril closest to Caleb stroked the upturned flap of the boy’s left ear, while the other tentacle slid across the flap of Leon’s right ear, brushing against the grain of the older Labrador’s fur. And while neither of the canines were in any position to care, a malacologist would have easily recognized the different shape and purpose of this pair of tentacles compared to the rest of the cephalopod’s limbs. The majority of the leviathan’s arms ended in smoothly tapered tips and were consistently lined with suckers, but the tentacles that now attended to Leon and Caleb’s ears were completely smooth and terminated in wide, paddle-like structures, curved and vaguely scooped. The only suckers on this pair of tentacles were situated in the middle of the paddles, and they were textured with fleshy barbs resembling fish hooks, perfect for latching onto prey items—there was no doubt at all that the cephalopod had extended a pair of feeding tentacles, and was currently using them to prod at and stroke Leon and Caleb’s ears.

Compelled by the effects of their master’s hypnosis, both Leon and Caleb innately knew what to do now; still subtly wriggling with pleasure, Caleb did his best to steady himself as Leon reached for the feeding tentacle teasing his son’s ear. With one hand, the older canine grasped the tendril, reveling in the smooth, rubbery texture of the soft yet firm and wet flesh against the pads on his palm and fingers—with his other paw, Leon held Caleb’s head in place, though he turned his son’s head slightly to get a better view of the boy’s ear canal.

Caleb giggled giddily when his father pressed the tip of the tentacle to his exposed ear—the tendril traced over one of the ridges of the younger Labrador’s outer ear, delicately following the topography of the flexible cartilage…before the sides of the tentacle’s paddle-like tip curled in on themselves, effectively forming a bulbous spear. Leon then Leon pushed forcefully, feeding the tentacle directly into his son’s ear canal.

“Ooooooo!” Caleb gasped and shivered with delight while the tentacle slithered along the passageway that led into his head; the feeling of the cephalopod’s smooth and mucous-covered flesh sliding over his soft skin and filling his ear canal was a heavenly sensation, like getting a wet willy but exponentially more exhilarating, and oh so satisfying. Of course, what made the whole experience even more thrilling to the boy was the fact that it was Leon, his father, who was steadily and authoritatively guiding the tentacle into his ear. Having his old man perform such a delicate and intimate act for him made Caleb’s heart flutter even more in his chest and his tail wagged furiously with glee—in his mesmerized stupor, he felt as though Leon were giving him the most precious gift possible, and he was eager to accept more and more of the cephalopod’s flexible limb in his auditory passage.

Leon kept going, nimbly using his fingers to feed the tentacle into his son’s melon; he moved with the kind of confidence that would have made a casual onlooker assume that the older Labrador had years of practice with this kind of situation, and yet he slid the tentacle further forward with the same kind of paternal tenderness and affection as when he had first fucked his son. There was a palpable form of love radiating between father and son at this moment, and as he pushed and guided more of the tentacle’s length into Caleb’s head, Leon’s heart swelled with pride; even if he hadn’t been hypnotized, the Labrador would have marveled at how his son was taking inch after inch of thick, blue-green, rubbery flesh into his ear like a champ, would have been murmuring in amazement as the suckers popped past the rim of Caleb’s ear…hell, his boy looked downright beautiful with such a girthy appendage squirming in his ear right now. And while he was under his master’s spell, Leon still utterly adored how cute Caleb was as the boy sniggered and snorted at the tickling sensation of the tentacle squirming against his eardrum.

Although the cephalopod’s limb was wriggling with impatience—having been helped enough by the elder of its new thralls, the creature shoved its tentacle forward with a wet schlk and smoothly thrust through Caleb’s eardrum, plunging directly into its target: the interior of the younger Labrador’s skull.

“Aaaaaah…” Caleb sighed contentedly and his eyes rolled back in his head for a moment—it was borderline orgasmic to have his master’s tentacle now slithering and sliding over his brain, curling around his cerebrum as it did so.

Never before had he felt such an intense rush; the sensation of a slimy and wet tentacle stuffed in his head and squeezing against the tender tissues of his brain was enough to get his whole body quivering. His stiff, throbbing, tentacle-stuffed cock flexed hard, his arousal still in full swing, while the cephalopod’s tendril dragged over the folds and wrinkles of his gray matter, and Caleb tilted his head, desperately leaning in even more to the tentacle that was lodged in his ear.

But the younger Labrador didn’t spend too much time reveling in the incredible pleasure he felt—through the rapturous haze of having the tentacle in his brain, Caleb recognized that there was still a task he needed to complete as well. And so, still moaning and huffing through the tentacle buried in his muzzle and squirming in his throat, the young canine turned his head and fixed his attention on the feeding tentacle hovering by his father’s ear.

Leon grinned with stupid joy at his son while Caleb reached for the tendril next to his head. It didn’t take long for the younger Labrador to mimic what his father had done for him, and in short order Caleb had lifted the flap of Leon’s ear and held the seductively waving tendril to the opening of his old man’s ear canal. Just as the cephalopod had done for the feeding tentacle that had been inserted into Caleb’s ear, it rolled the paddle-like tip of its other tentacle to form a spear, and Leon obligingly held still as best as he could while his son enthusiastically helped the tentacle enter his ear—the 51 year-old was soon squirming and giggling with delight at the feeling of having his auditory passage filled and explored by the cephalopod’s feeler.

Leon’s tail wagged while Caleb methodically fed the tentacle deeper into his ear—glazed over as the boy’s eyes were, he concentrated on completing his assignment with a singular but sensual focus. At this moment, to Caleb, the act of stuffing his father’s ear with the tentacle was as erotically intimate as tenderly fucking Leon’s muzzle; it was a pervertedly meaningful way of expressing his love for the man who had raised him, and even his hypnotized mind, Leon could still recognize and appreciate the gratifying gesture from his offspring. In the meantime, the older Labrador whimpered and groaned; the tendril slithered into his head, sinking into his ear canal, and Leon shuddered pleasurably as the tentacle followed the natural curves and bends of his ear’s anatomy, pushing ever closer to his eardrum. His toes curled, his legs tensed, and he arched his back—the smooth and squishy textures that slid against his sensitive skin sent a barrage of tingles up and down his spine, and Leon moaned when the tip of the tentacle pressed against his eardrum.

“Mmmm—aaaaaaah!” Leon’s moan turned into a euphoric sigh when the dexterous tendril pushed through the membrane of his eardrum, slickly penetrating the interior of his skull and snaking into his head. It was electrifying to have the foreign tentacle invading his brain and slimily curling around his gray matter, and Leon wanted more. Like Caleb, the older Labrador’s cranium felt so satisfyingly full with both the mass of the tentacle and his brain vying for the limited space in the confines of his skull. He almost couldn’t stand the simultaneously aching yet thrilling tension, and his cock flexed and jerked hard with his own arousal.

While both dogs moaned and convulsed in its grasp, the cephalopod tightened its hold on their brains inside their skulls; both cerebral masses were warm and pulsed with their heartbeats…and tasted oh so divine according to the sensory buds on its feeding tentacles.

If the creature in the water had salivary glands, it would have been drooling, but its tentacles did the next best thing. Within both Leon and Caleb’s skulls, the spoon-like tips of the creature’s feeding tentacles unfurled, expanding and blooming to effectively cap the tops of the canines’ cerebral structures. The fleshy barbs on the tentacles’ suckers gently sank into Leon and Caleb’s brains, latching on without causing any damage to the tissues, but holding just tightly enough to maintain a firm grip…and hidden glands within the tips of the tentacles began to secrete a slime that insidiously filled Leon and Caleb’s intracranial spaces.

If a scientist had had a chance to examine the cephalopod’s secretions, they would have identified a few enzymes akin to digestive acids, cytotoxins, psychotropic drugs, and numbing agents, as well as a whole host of lipids, proteins, and electrolytes, in addition to dozens of other compounds that had never been observed in the molluscan branch of the animal kingdom. But now, unknown to Leon and Caleb, the specialized slime that was filling their heads had already begun fulfilling its three primary purposes: melting their brainstems, replicating their limited mental processes, and establishing a direct neural link between them and their master.

For all intents and purposes, Leon and Caleb would have their minds replaced by their master’s bodily secretions. The canines would notice no difference at all; they would still think the same thoughts, have the same restricted cognitive abilities, be slave to the same innate desires to obey the cephalopod’s every command and pleasure one another, and their bodies would still function normally…they simply wouldn’t have their brains anymore to guide their actions. They would be wholly dependent on the cephalopod’s slime in their heads for everything, from executing more complex tasks to their most basic biological processes. Without the creature’s viscous and potent secretions, father and son would ultimately end up in a vegetative state, utterly useless.

To the dogs still hanging from their master’s tentacles, the process of having their brainstems melted and their brains replaced with the cephalopod’s slime was totally painless, though it was still an extremely sensual experience. It started with a mild buzz akin to being tipsy after a few beers. Leon and Caleb both felt as if their worlds were spinning slightly off balance, and their arousals throbbed hard in the suckered tentacles wrapped around them. As the slime’s digestive enzymes melted through the stiffer tissues of their brainstems, Leon and Caleb panted and huffed with pleasure, and their tails continued wagging happily, even more so when the cephalopod brought them closer together…and withdrew its tentacles from their muzzles.

Drool and stringy slime clung to Leon and Caleb’s lips, dripping from their jowls for a moment, before the cephalopod pushed them together, forcing father and son to meet in a kiss, with Leon still upright and Caleb upside down. The two Labradors passionately made out with each other, with Leon moaning into his son’s mouth and Caleb replying with lustful grunts into his father’s muzzle. They sloppily lapped at one another’s tongues, teeth, and lips, energetically swapping spit and lolling their heads from side to side for better angles of attack, all while the cephalopod held them tightly.

The buzz in Leon and Caleb’s heads progressed to a stimulating current, one that felt like they had rivers of electricity continuously flowing through them. Their hearts started to pump faster, their pulses ramping up as if the two canines were jogging. Their chests started to heave and flutter, their bodies starting to require more oxygen; sweat formed on both Leon and Caleb’s brows, mixing with the seawater that still clung to their fur. Meanwhile, their fingers and toes clenched and spread, curled and relaxed in spasms of pleasure. Leon huffed and groaned wordlessly while Caleb squirmed and moaned, and they still went on passionately kissing.

Neither Leon nor Caleb necessarily needed to be distracted from their current predicament, as they would have obediently remained still while their brains were disconnected inside their heads, but under their master’s command they kept up their wet and heated makeout session. They kissed vigorously, smooching and locking their lips together, swapping as much spit as they could, all while the slime in their skulls ate through the sinews of their medullas. The cephalopod curled its feeding tentacles more tightly around their cerebrums like a python wrapping its body around its prey, and the creature began tugging lightly to work its thralls’ brains free of their moorings.

Leon and Caleb giggled and grunted at the pressure on their brains—the constriction of the tentacles around them, the gentle yanking on them, the tight grip on top of them, the warm and syrupy fluid totally covering them…every sensation inspired a fresh round of pleased sighs, grunts, and shudders, and both dogs happily let their heads get pulled back and forth by the tentacles still lodged in their ears. All the while, the dense columns of their brainstems melted away millimeter by millimeter, the cephalopod’s digestive enzymes neatly cleaving through the tissues that held them together.

More slime was secreted by the ounce, oozing from the pores in the creature’s tentacles and filling the cavities of Leon and Caleb’s skulls; as the canines had their medullas painlessly severed, the thick fluid in their heads immediately began stimulating the exposed nerves, bonding to the cut neurons to sustain biological and mental processes and replace the electrical and chemical signals previously sent by their brains.

As a result of the cephalopod’s slime fusing directly with the tissues of their spinal cords, the electric current that Leon and Caleb felt increased in intensity from a gentle flow to a prolonged, pleasurable, piercing zapping sensation. Where they had once been lightly spasming in their master’s grip, the captive canines now convulsed and thrashed uncontrollably. The tentacles around them held them tight, preventing them from wriggling too much, but their muscles still involuntarily contracted and tensed strongly enough to make it appear as though they were having seizures. Leon and Caleb panted as their hearts beat furiously in their chests, and their cocks were rock hard, pulsating and jerking as if they were on the edge of ejaculating again already.

While the cephalopod continued eroding the connective tissues of Leon and Caleb’s brainstems, it also retracted the tentacle it had wormed into Caleb’s urethra, prostate, and bladder. The boy’s plumbing, once so tight, had been dilated to the diameter of his middle finger, and Caleb’s internal urethral sphincter had been stretched so much that the young Labrador had no control left in the ring of muscle that normally kept his bladder closed—the cephalopod’s tentacle had been acting like a plug, and the moment it was pulled free from the boy’s cock, Caleb began to involuntarily piss. And of course, as he still hung upside down from his master’s tentacles, the convulsing boy urinated all over his chest, stomach, the underside of his jaw, and on his father’s muzzle, head, and shoulders. Warm, translucent yellow water rained down in a stream, dribbling and splattering over Caleb and Leon as they continued to spasm and kiss…and the young Labrador’s urine even dripped down onto the cephalopod’s mantle, splashing against the creature’s rubbery skin and trickling away into the ocean.

Leon and Caleb were sweating profusely by now, their bodies going haywire as the cephalopod’s slime continued stimulating their nerves. They twitched and twisted erratically, which ultimately led to them breaking their passionate kiss multiple times. They lunged for each other as best as they could, trying their hardest to obey their master’s command and keep kissing each other, but the more their brains were severed and replaced by the slime filling their heads, the more frantic and uncontrollable their motions became. The electrocuting zaps of their bio-electricity seared through them again and again, making them jump and jolt in the tentacles that were restraining them.

The cephalopod, meanwhile, went on secreting more and more slime into Leon and Caleb’s heads, overwhelming the capacity of their skulls to the point that the thick fluid started to leak from their ears, from their noses, and mouths. It mingled with their spit and the traces of Caleb’s piss that had seeped into their muzzles, and Leon and Caleb frantically lapped at the viscous liquid as they continued frenziedly kissing each other. At the same time, father and son had begun to babble incoherently, their speech centers (or lack thereof at this point) on the fritz as the slime in their heads went on overstimulating their nerves.

“Guh! Uhhuungh..mbluungh…hnf! Hnf! Nglhssh,” Leon grunted in between sporadic kisses with Caleb, his voice thick with the slime that was still welling up out of his mouth.

“Ddgerr…chngghhsh…fmmff! Haaahnngh,” Caleb gurgled back at his dad, rolling and twisting his head from side to side as he tried to press his tongue to Leon’s.

The smells and tastes of the cephalopod’s slime mixed with Caleb’s piss heightened the pleasure that wracked the Labradors’ bodies. They did their best to keep kissing, tried so hard to lock their lips together and obey the cephalopod’s command to make out, but it was impossible for them to kiss for more than half a second, they thrashed and writhed so vigorously. There was no rhythm to the way Leon and Caleb spasmed and twitched, no way for them to time or even think of controlling their movements—they flailed and danced jerkily in the cephalopod’s tentacles, and their paroxysms showed no signs of slowing. They kissed when they could, took every opportunity possible to huff into each others’ mouths, to lap and slurp at the slime leaking from their muzzles and nostrils, and groaned and grunted in a wordless jumble. Yet even in the throes of such incredible and uncontrollable pleasure while their brainstems were being severed and their mental faculties melted away with every passing moment, a part of Leon and Caleb still lingered, a fragment of themselves that desperately wanted them to embrace each other—it was an impulse of deep-rooted desire, a longing to be united and wrapped up in the cephalopod’s tentacles while holding each other close at the same time…

The erotic thrill that bubbled and boiled within Leon and Caleb reached a fever pitch when only a few miniscule sinews of their brainstems remained. Both canines convulsed frantically in their tentacle restraints and cried out loudly as the cephalopod tugged on their brains once more—

“Ugh!”

“Ah!”

Both Leon and Caleb gasped before going completely limp when their brains were pulled free at last, fully detached from the stalks of their brainstems. From their perception, father and son had simply fallen into a deep slumber, as if someone had simply shot them with a couple tranquilizer darts. There was no real awareness, no real brain activity of consequence—simply blissful peace while more of the cephalopod’s slime continued to leak from their ears, nostrils, and slack-jawed mouths.

A few moments passed—all was still and quiet, save for the ocean waves that lapped against the cephalopod as it contemplated the two canines it had captured. It could feel their brains floating free in their heads, but there was no sign of life at all in the cerebral masses. They had once been active with chemical and electrical signals, beating with pulses of oxygen-rich blood…but now the cantaloupe-sized organs were totally inert and about as useful as a couple paperweights.

Technically speaking, Leon and Caleb were both brain-dead. Their hearts continued pumping (at a slower rate now), their diaphragms still pulled air into their lungs, and their vital organs carried on with essential activities to regulate their bodies. For the moment, however, there was no reaction to external stimuli, no awareness, no sense of self.

That changed, however, when the cephalopod secreted a specialized pheromone that caused the slime in Leon and Caleb’s heads to react, bringing them back to the waking world.

Leon and Caleb opened their eyes—to them, no time had passed, and the transition from having their own brains to being controlled by the cephalopod’s slime had been seamless. The remnants of their consciousnesses were still preserved by the slime the cephalopod had secreted into their heads, and it was business as usual for the two Labradors. Father and son simply remained limp for a moment…and resumed happily kissing each other, this time maintaining their passionate kiss without any interruptions or frantic flailing.

By now, Caleb’s flow of piss had ebbed to a stop (save for a few errant drops that landed on the bridge of his father’s snout), and the tentacle that the cephalopod had withdrawn from the boy’s cock squirmed its way back inside Caleb’s urethra, slickly diving into the dilated tunnel and plumbing its depths once more, making Caleb’s cock bulge again in the process. Both canines lewdly moaned and hornily thrust their hips back and forth in a facsimile of screwing the tentacles coiled around (and penetrating) their stiff members, and Leon and Caleb felt nothing but pleasure when their cerebrums were totally severed from their brainstems. The only thing holding their brains in place inside their skulls were the cephalopod’s feeding tentacles…and the tentacle holding Caleb’s loose gray matter was already starting to reel in its catch.

The thick muscle bands in the cephalopod’s tentacle contracted, pulling Caleb’s brain closer to his ear. Out in the open ocean, the cephalopod would have snatched its prey and dragged it back to its beak faster than the blink of an eye—now, however, the creature methodically (but firmly) tugged on the younger canine’s brain, taking great care to extract its prize.

Caleb moaned when he felt his brain press against the opening of his ear, and the cephalopod pulled harder and wriggled the fleshy mass back and forth. And at first glance, it would be easy to assume that the sheer size of Caleb’s brain would make it impossible for the cephalopod to pull it through the narrow aperture of the boy’s auditory passage, but this was where the slime filling Caleb’s head proved even more useful.

Not only did the viscous fluid act as a perfectly oily lubrication, but the specialized digestive enzymes in it also softened the denser tissues in Caleb’s cranium. His brain and the opening of his ear canal had become as malleable as foam rubber, which was just enough for the cephalopod to wedge the boy’s cerebrum back and forth to work it into the opening of the tight tunnel. The squishy organ compressed more and more as the cephalopod drew it further into the orifice leading out of Caleb’s head…and then the creature pulled hard.

Caleb grunted with pleasure at the sensation of the cantaloupe-sized mass squeezing out of his skull through his ear. The cephalopod kept on dragging, the barbs in its tentacle holding on tight to the softened flesh of Caleb’s brain, and the young Labrador’s head was pulled to the side due to the force of the creature’s tugging. If Caleb had been fully conscious, there still would have been no pain due to the numbing agents in the the cephalopod’s slime, and he would have described the sensation as having a drain in his head unclogged, or as if someone were slurping a particularly fat udon noodle directly out of his ear…but Caleb went on happily kissing his father, stupidly savoring every second of having his brain removed.

Schlooorrp!

At last, the cephalopod yanked Caleb’s brain out of his ear, bringing the wet and slime-covered mass into the light of day for the first time. It was gray-pink in color, wrinkled and glistening as fluid dripped from it, and part of Caleb’s severed spinal cord still dangled from the underside of his cerebellum.

Caleb groaned happily, and the cephalopod pulled him away from his father, breaking their kiss—for a moment, a thread of saliva kept Caleb’s lips connected to Leon’s before it broke. The creature held both canines a foot apart in the air, still face-to-face…and then brought up Caleb’s disembodied brain, holding the wet organ between father and son. The creature twisted Caleb’s brain from side to side, rolling it back and forth and up and down in its tentacle, almost sadistically showing off the prize it had grabbed out of the younger Labrador’s noggin…before, compelled by their master’s subliminal commands, Leon and Caleb leaned in once again and began earnestly licking the soft organ, slurping over the folds of Caleb’s brain with their tongues and adding their drool to the mix of slime and intracranial fluid that already coated it. To the thoroughly zonked-out canines, Caleb’s juicy and delectable gray matter tasted salty yet savory and semi-sweet, creating a divine blend of flavors for their taste buds, and it was still warm from Caleb’s residual body heat. Leon lapped his son’s brain with an especially hungry zeal—he quivered with the subconscious knowledge that he was licking and kissing the very thing that had once been responsible for his son’s personality, identity, and spirit, and he moaned wordlessly as he dredged the wrinkles of Caleb’s brain with his tongue.

At the same time, the cephalopod went to work extracting Leon’s cerebrum, repeating the process it had used for Caleb’s. It tugged and worked the softened mass of Leon’s brain into the inner opening of his ear canal, elastically stretching the aperture, compressing the older Labrador’s noodle to fit into the narrow confines of his auditory passage…before pulling methodically, slowly but steadily drawing out Leon’s brain.

While he continued licking and smooching his own brain (which was still warm with his residual body heat), Caleb kept his eyes open and locked on his father, watching Leon squirm, huff, and roll his eyes with pleasure. He knew exactly what his old man was feeling, knew just how incredibly satisfying it was to have their master relieve him of his brain, and watching Leon undergo such a euphoric experience sent chills along Caleb’s spine and made his tail wag even harder.

More and more of the cephalopod’s feeding tentacle pulled out of Leon’s ear, slickly sliding backwards from under the older Labrador’s ear flap, and Leon went on lapping over his son’s brain while he tilted his head to the side, as if pulling away from the tentacle in an effort to help leverage his own brain out of his head. And before long…

Schlooorrp!

Leon involuntarily convulsed with pleasure and his cock flexed hard in the cephalopod’s grasp when his brain wetly squelched out of the narrow opening of his ear; to Caleb, it was like watching someone pull a slimy, oversized head of cauliflower out of a tube the diameter of a lipstick applicator, and his heart swelled with joy at the sight of his father’s brain now separated from his body. Like Caleb’s, Leon’s melon was gray-pink in color and dripped with viscous fluid, and the severed cord of his brainstem hung limply from the underside of his cerebral structure.

Using its feeding tentacle, the cephalopod held Leon’s disembodied brain next to Caleb’s and pressed them close together, squeezing them almost in an effort to unify them into a singular mass. Leon and Caleb immediately began alternating between hungrily lapping one anothers’ brains, slurping and licking the organs that had once occupied their heads and been responsible for their identities…

Then, after a few minutes, the cephalopod used its tentacles to raise Leon higher in the air, drawing him away from the two brains that he was licking and lifting him to the point that his groin was level with Caleb’s chest (as Caleb still hung upside down). The older Labrador leaned back comfortably in the flexible limbs that curled around his body, and he grunted as the cephalopod slimily retracted the tentacle it had stuffed into his urethra and bladder, the creature’s suckers popping softly as they rippled past the rim of Leon’s meatus.

Like Caleb, Leon’s plumbing had been so overstretched that he had no muscle control over his urinary sphincter, and the second that the cephalopod unplugged his dilated urethra, the older Labrador began pissing freely and uncontrollably. The surge of his translucent yellow wastewater gushed from his urethra and cascaded down over the brains that his son was still passionately licking, and Leon moaned as he released the contents of his bladder. Without meaning to, Leon effectively bathed both his and Caleb’s brains in his urine, washing off the mixture of slime and drool; his piss seeped into the nooks and crannies of the disembodied organs instead, with more of his urine pitter-pattering, splashing, and splattering over the fleshy surfaces of his and Caleb’s brains. Droplets of Leon’s piss bounced off, some of them hitting Caleb in the face, others raining down over the cephalopod’s body below, while more rivulets of urine trickled down over the softened cerebral membranes. And Caleb went on happily lapping up his father’s acrid piss, his tongue curling to pull Leon’s deliciously salty water back into his mouth, which he then thirstily swallowed.

Before long, however, the cephalopod reared up in the water, parting its tentacles and exposing the pale-teal underside of its mantle. Leon and Caleb gazed down upon it, seeing the dozens of arms that led to the center of the creature’s body, where a huge, black-and-brown beak was nestled in a prominent ring of smooth muscle. The leviathan’s beak opened, yawning wide beneath Leon and Caleb, who still hung in the air along with their disembodied brains, suspended by the cephalopod’s tentacles.

Leon and Caleb looked on in awe at the sight below them; they had seen their master’s open mouth in the visions it had used to initially hypnotize them, but having it presented to them in reality was like looking upon a majestic mountain range after having only seen it in photographs. The view was breathtaking—the circular, fleshy chasm of creature’s maw was large enough for a couple SUVs to drive into side-by-side, and ringed with wet, fleshy red muscle adorned with rows upon rows of pale yellow cartilaginous spikes that resembled teeth, all of them dripping with thick strands of drool. The firm yet pliable structures weren’t used for chewing or grinding food, but for guiding the creature’s prey into its gullet, and the glistening spikes smoothly rotated upward and outward, resembling the movement of a flower’s petals unfurling.

In addition to the truly grand sight, the scent of the cephalopod’s fetid breath rose from its open mouth, wafting over Leon and Caleb’s noses—the two canines couldn’t help but wag their tails at the aroma. A perfumer would have recoiled at the stench and described it as a mix of rotten cabbage and eggs, salty brine, leather, and fish, but to the two hypnotized Labradors, it was the most intoxicatingly divine scent they’d ever smelled. For Leon and Caleb, the odor inspired such a yearning for the concept of “home”, of “belonging”, of…blissful comfort. Needless to say, the slime that filled their heads and kept them alive had also significantly altered their olfactory perceptions, making them want more than anything to coat themselves in the scent of their master’s breath, to eagerly scramble into the very source of the alluring stink…

But father and son both knew that they had to wait. They would enter their master’s maw soon enough, but first they were supposed to let the cephalopod use them however it saw fit. So, for the time being, Leon and Caleb were content to merely keep gazing down into the creature’s mouth. And in the depths of the pit, they could see the wet and glistening wrinkles and folds of the cephalopod’s closed pharynx, its esophagus sealed shut by the ring of muscle…at least, for the moment.

The cephalopod then raised its feeder tentacles, as if giving Leon and Caleb one last look at their brains, before lowering them towards its open maw. As it did so, the green and purple streaks on its skin began to pulse more quickly, beating in a more uptempo rhythm as if creating a visual drumroll to build up anticipation. The stripes and bands rippled down along the cephalopod’s tentacles, practically dragging the eye to the center of its body, where its mouth gaped open, waiting.

The two Labradors watched in stupefied fascination as their master held its feeder tentacles over its mouth…and the cephalopod released Caleb’s brain first, letting it drop down, down, past the keratinous rim of its open beak, plummeting dead center into its maw, not even touching the tips of the cartilaginous spikes that lined the wide cavern of its mouth.

Squish!

Caleb’s brain landed with a soft, squelching thump on the sphincter that kept the creature’s throat closed…but after a moment, the fleshy aperture opened, expanding just enough to let the young Labrador’s disembodied gray matter slip through the narrow opening…and, as the pulses of green and purple on the cephalopod’s tentacles sped up even more, Caleb’s brain disappeared with a wet gulp before the enormous creature’s pharynx closed again.

Caleb whimpered lustfully as he watched his master consume his brain so easily—it had simply vanished without a trace down the cephalopod’s throat, totally sealing his fate as a brainless slave for the creature.

Leon’s cerebral mass soon followed suit in the same fashion. The cephalopod deposited the older Labrador’s brain in its mouth, dropping the grayish-pink organ in full view of both canines, letting them watch it tumble downwards…before the creature swallowed it, too.

Leon huffed in jubilant and erotic bliss when he saw his master devour his brain, knowing that it was following his son’s down the enormous creature’s mighty throat, down to its stomach where they would both be processed into fuel for the leviathan—and on some level within the recesses of his slime-replicated consciousness, Leon was content in the knowledge that neither he nor his son had any further use for the dense lumps of neural tissue that had once been in their heads. They were now where they belonged: in the cephalopod’s gullet, heading to their ultimate destination to be digested. Leon and Caleb had no need for critical thinking or bodily autonomy anymore; they had their master to depend on, to guide them, to use them as playthings for however long it desired…and knowing that he wasn’t responsible for himself or Caleb brought Leon such a sense of comfort and peace. He truly didn’t need to worry about anything anymore—the cephalopod would keep him safe, would take care of him, and would do all the thinking for him and his son. All Leon had to do was obey his master’s every order, and he was more than eager and willing to do so.

And at that moment, both Leon and Caleb happily complied with the remote signal to keep relaxing as the cephalopod began to manipulate them in its tentacles. Still holding both father and son aloft, the creature closed its beak and settled upright in the water once more, hiding its underside from view. The cephalopod’s chromatophores slowed from the quickly pulsing display it created when feeding upon the Labradors’ brains, returning to making lazy beats of green and purple that slowly drifted across its deep teal skin, and the leviathan’s six eyes focused on Leon and Caleb again as it brought them back together in a vertical 69 position, with Caleb still upside down.

The tentacles holding Leon’s legs spread the older Labrador’s limbs as the cephalopod maneuvered Caleb’s face into his father’s groin, beneath his hefty testicles and burying the boy’s muzzle in Leon’s taint; for his part, Leon’s face was nuzzled between his son’s legs, his nose smushed against the tentacle that had been stuffed into Caleb’s ass, just as Caleb’s snout was flush with the tendril lodged inside of Leon…

Simultaneously, the tentacles withdrew from both canine rears, and just as the tips of the dexterous, rubbery arms wetly and smoothly retracted from the canines’ stretched sphincters, Leon and Caleb dug in with their tongues, hungrily rimming each other.

“Schlup, schlup, schlup…gmf…hmmmfff,” Leon slurped and snorted into his son’s ass.

Caleb’s rectum was easy to burrow into due to the fact that it had been stretched by three fat canine knots ranging in size from the diameter of a peach (TJ’s) to a pear (Thomas Sr.’s) to a pomegranate (Gage’s), and Leon’s tongue effortlessly penetrated the boy’s hole. He licked over the soft, cum-slopped folds of his son’s innards in long, ravenous laps, swirling his tongue within the loose cavity and fervently felching glob upon glob of sludgy, slimy Great Dane semen out of Caleb.

Leon slobbered and sucked, using his tongue like a scoop to pull out more of the musky, gooey cum that began to cling to his lips and chin, and he huffed in ecstasy at the flavors that filled his mouth. Caleb’s ass spasmed and lightly clenched around his tongue as Leon dug deeper and licked over his prostate, and the older Labrador grunted like a pig at a trough while he feasted on the sloppy leftovers of his son’s prior breedings from what felt like a lifetime ago. However, as much cum as he frantically gobbled up, Leon didn’t swallow a drop of it; he kept it in his cheeks, where it mixed with his drool and the slime that the cephalopod had secreted into his head.

“Grmf! Hrmf! Schlup, schlup, schlup, schlup…mmhggmff…” Caleb moaned and slurped just as passionately as his father, wagging his head from side to side to better wedge his face into Leon’s ass.

The tentacles around Caleb’s hands and wrists guided him to reach around Leon’s waist and pull the older Labrador’s cheeks apart, giving him even better access to his target. Caleb held onto the doughy yet mildly firm mounds of Leon’s glutes, clenching them in his grasp, and he groaned as he buried his snout into his dad’s anal cleft and dragged his tongue over Leon’s loosely puckered sphincter.

Caleb kissed and sucked and circled his tongue around the rim before penetrating his father, earning another satisfied grunt from Leon. With his dad’s plump testicles pressed against the underside of his jaw, Caleb went to work pulsing his tongue in and out of Leon, getting little samples of the potent cum that Thomas Sr. had dumped into him earlier…

“Rrrrrnngh!” Caleb snarled fiercely and started aggressively munching on Leon’s hole, gnashing his teeth driving his tongue deep into his dad.

“Ah! Mmmngh! Uuuungh,” Leon gasped and sighed while he went on eating out his son. His sphincter relaxed and gaped further under Caleb’s ministrations—even though he’d also been knotted by Thomas Sr. and further stretched by the cephalopod’s tentacle, the older Labrador still wasn’t as loose as Caleb, although it felt beyond heavenly to have his son’s nimble and forceful tongue pulling at his muscle, coaxing him to open up more and more.

Meanwhile, the cephalopod watched intently as the dogs in its tentacles carried on felching each other. Father and son squirmed and writhed against each other, snuffling and grunting while they were totally occupied with their task of cleaning one another out and storing the cum they gathered in their mouths. A series of small tremors and twitches rippled along the creature’s tentacles, and more water gushed from its siphon—an animal behaviorist would have had trouble determining if the leviathan was quivering in delight as it observed its thralls or if it was shivering from a satiated appetite as the two canines’ brains settled in its stomach. Either way, however, the creature displayed evident signs of pleasure while Leon and Caleb went on heartily eating each other out…

Leon huffed as he slurped out the soupy mix of Great Dane cum from his son; he plunged his tongue deep, flexing it to conform with every crevice and cranny of the younger Labrador’s fleshy innards and extract any lingering wads of semen. He practically massaged Caleb’s ass with his tongue to milk out every drop he could get, and it didn’t take long for the well to run dry. Soon Caleb’s ass was slick only with his father’s spit, and Leon’s cheeks bulged with the copious volume of cum, saliva, and slime filling his muzzle. He still went on kissing and licking his son’s gaping sphincter, lightly nibbling on it and delicately worrying the tender flesh between his teeth to tease the boy.

Caleb mimicked his father’s technique, using his tongue like a sponge to sop up the viscous load that Thomas Sr. had pumped into Leon. He savored the taste of ass mixed with musky seed, moaned at the flavors on his tongue, and bucked against his father as Leon kept stimulating his well-used hole. He slurped up along the soft, wet folds within the older Labdrador’s rectum, making sure to cover every square millimeter and suck out any remnants of cum he couldn’t reach with his tongue…before there was nothing left except his own spit.

As if sensing that both Labradors had completed their task, the cephalopod pulled them apart again, and twisted Caleb in its tentacles so the boy was finally upright—if the youngster’s brain were still in his head, he would have been dizzy from all the blood rushing to it, but the slime in Caleb’s cranium didn’t register any disorientation whatsoever. Besides, there wouldn’t have been time for Caleb to catch his breath or recover from the sudden shift in gravity, as the cephalopod immediately reunited him with Leon, pressing their muzzles together in a kiss.

Without the overstimulation of having their spinal cords melted and their brains removed from their heads, father and son were able to maintain their kiss with far fewer interruptions and much greater zeal. They weren’t spasming or flailing from the electrifying sensations of having their nervous systems rewired, but instead embraced each other tightly, their arms wrapping around one another while the cephalopod’s tentacles intertwined with their limbs. A tendril spiraled around Caleb’s arm and encircled Leon’s waist; a tentacle held Leon’s hand with its sucker and joined the other feeler that had cinched around Caleb’s neck—the cephalopod squeezed the dogs in its grip, cocooning them in its many, many arms and participating in their hug while they went on sloppily and fervently kissing.

As he made out with his dad, Caleb used his tongue to feed Leon the wad of cum and saliva he’d been saving in his cheeks. Leon did the same, funneling and pushing the musky semen he’d felched out of Caleb into the boy’s muzzle, moaning as he did so. Still hanging in the air, coiled up so many tentacles, and without a single brain cell between them, the Labradors messily snowballed one another for their master’s enjoyment. Strings and globs of sludgy cum, viscous drool, and mucusy slime leaked from their lips, dripping onto their clavicles, their chests, their hands, and the tentacles wrapped around them. Caleb greedily sucked the warm slurry out of his father’s mouth before he blew it back into Leon’s muzzle with a satisfied huff; Leon returned the favor, first accepting what his son gave him, then thickly gargling as he swished and swirled the mixture around in his mouth to savor all the flavors of Great Dane cum, cephalopod slime, and Caleb’s ass…before he worked his lips, cheeks, and tongue to pump it all back into the younger Labrador’s mouth.

Leon and Caleb growled, moaned, and wordlessly murmured as they carried on kissing. Caleb did his best to grind and hump into the tentacles gripping his waist and his cock, and Leon gyrated his hips, matching his son’s thrusts—they reveled in the firm, rubbery texture of the tentacles that both held them and penetrated them, huffed as the round suckers latched onto them tightly…but through their thrusting, in their own mindless way, Leon and Caleb were expressing their lingering desire to be close to one another, to be united in body and soul. There were simply some emotional responses that couldn’t be overwritten or removed by the cephalopod’s slime, and the intense love that Leon had for his son and Caleb had for his father refused to be altered. It was, however, enhanced by the sublimely erotic pleasure they were experiencing now, and they craved one another even more fiercely…all in service to their master, of course.

The cephalopod watched on, its eyes focusing on how Leon and Caleb pressed against each other, how Leon would surge forward and Caleb would be forced back, how the younger Labrador would then thrust his head in response and make his father retreat for a moment…and more water bubbled and gurgled from its siphon as its tentacles twitched and curled happily.

Leon and Caleb went on snowballing, holding as much of the cum, spit, and slime in their mouths as they could while more leaked out in dribbles and drips. Their lips, noses, and chins were absolutely coated in the goopy mixture—the suction of their kissing produced such lewd, wet noises and they grunted so animalistically that Leon and Caleb sounded like a pair of whores engaging in a steamy makeout session after having a bucket of slug mucus dumped on them. They wriggled their tongues together, bathing them in the thick soup they’d made; they gnashed their teeth together and licked the insides of each others’ cheeks, the roofs of each others’ mouths, and each others’ gums, trading loads and mixing them thoroughly. They hungrily swiped cum from each others’ mouths and gave it back, not swallowing a drop, not yet. Under their master’s unspoken orders, Leon and Caleb tumbled the cum, slime, and saliva together in their mouths so many times it was impossible to tell which fluid was which, and the more frantically they kissed, the more air they worked into the mixture, making it even foamier and almost too sloppy and messy to contain anymore…

The dogs had lost practically all sense of time—they had no idea if it had been a few minutes, a full hour, or only a handful of seconds of nonstop kissing, but it felt like all too soon when the cephalopod’s tentacles began to wriggle and worm their way into their muzzles, joining in on the sloppy and intense makeout session. As one tentacle slipped past Caleb’s lips and reached for his tonsils, another had penetrated Leon’s mouth and was moving towards the opening of his esophagus.

Both canines tried their best to keep kissing despite their master’s intrusion, and they managed to maintain contact for a short while as their mouths and throats filled with the cephalopod’s questing appendages…but it didn’t last. Soon, Leon and Caleb’s jaws stretched wide around the circumference of the tendrils that had slithered into their muzzles, and father and son moaned as they broke apart at last, a few errant cables of cum, slime, and spit keeping their chins and lips connected.

They tilted their heads back, overpowered by the muscles within the leviathan’s arms that had smoothly snaked down their esophaguses, though Leon and Caleb still lustily gazed upon each other…and they gulped…gulped…gulped, finally allowed to ingest the cum they’d felched out of each other, and further swallowing the tentacles in the process. Their throats bulged visibly with the mass of the cephalopod’s limbs, making it look like they were attempting to swallow a pair of anacondas as the fleshy tunnels of their upper digestive tracts stretched to accommodate the creature’s girthy arms.

“Glrk! Glrk! Gulg…hmmggff…”

“Uungh…glrk! Ffmmf—glk!”

Caleb spluttered and Leon gagged softly, and both dogs winced and whimpered in pleasure as the cephalopod pushed deeper and deeper into them, and their cocks throbbed hard with their arousals at the sensation of being so thoroughly penetrated (Caleb’s especially, as his member was still filled with one of his master’s tentacles, while Leon’s urethra remained empty). The gradual taper of the creature’s arms dilated their esophaguses as they slid along the natural and subtle curves of their throats, and the nimble tendrils easily penetrated the sphincters that led into Leon and Caleb’s stomachs. The tentacles kept going, piling on top of themselves within the canines’ bellies like a couple pythons curling up in their comfortably cozy dens…until Leon and Caleb’s jaws were stretched to the absolute limit, their anatomies preventing any further penetration.

But the cephalopod wasn’t done with them, not by a longshot. With its tentacles lodged in Leon and Caleb, the creature separated its brainless thralls, pulling them away from one another. It twisted and flipped them in the air, manipulating the Labradors as easily and carelessly as someone playing with a pair of action figures. Its many arms held the canines securely as it reoriented them—Leon was fluidly rotated back, suspended in a supine position before his legs were elevated and spread. At the same time, the dexterous tentacles folded Caleb in half with his feet above his head…and then flipped him forward, positioning the younger Labrador to effectively straddle his father and present his ass to Leon.

With his son’s lower half now resting on his chest, Leon had a prime view of Caleb’s wet, loosened hole between his parted cheeks. The boy’s anus gaped wide, a thoroughly abused doughnut of reddened, puffy, loosened flesh that pulsated hotly with Caleb’s arousal and quivered with his body’s hunger. Even with his brain removed and his head full of nothing but the cephalopod’s slime, there was a physical, innate craving that still lingered in Caleb’s muscle memory, and he tensed and relaxed on pure instinct, making his hole wink at his father.

If Leon had had any mental faculties left, he would have shamelessly buried his face in his son’s ass right then and there. The supple, sagging ring of Caleb’s sphincter glistened with residual spit from when Leon had voraciously eaten him out earlier, and the fact that the older Labrador could literally see inside his son and get a glimpse of the boy’s tender, well-used innards made the sight all the more mouth-watering. In fact, Leon was drooling heavily because of the view—he may have been as brainless as his son, but thanks to the slime in his skull, his body was still able to respond to the visual signals from his eyes, and his salivary glands were kicking into overdrive. Leon would have licked his chops if his muzzle weren’t currently stuffed with the cephalopod’s tentacle, and he would have immediately resumed eating Caleb’s ass for all it was worth…but the slime in his head had already received another set of signals and commands from his master, and Leon couldn’t disobey the cephalopod’s orders even if he’d wanted to.

With his right hand, Leon cupped and caressed his son’s right glute for a few moments, feeling the weight and heft of Caleb’s rump in his palm…before he slid his hand over the boy’s cheek and rotated his wrist so his fingers pointed inward to Caleb’s anal cleft. Leon stroked the valley between his son’s firm, black-furred mounds, rubbing all the way down from the underside of the base of Caleb’s tail to the youngster’s taint and the backside of his balls (which rested on his lower sternum), and up again. He fondled and fingered Caleb’s ass crack again and again, taking care to drag his digits around the rim of the boy’s open hole.

While his dad massaged his rear, Caleb continued to tense and relax, making his hole wink repeatedly at Leon while his stiff cock (which was sandwiched between his own abdomen and Leon’s stomach, in addition to still being gripped and penetrated by the cephalopod’s tentacle) flexed and throbbed. He moaned softly every time Leon teased the perimeter of his sphincter, and he seductively shook his ass and wagged his tail—at the moment, Caleb’s responses were automatic, his own after a fashion, as the cephalopod wasn’t currently broadcasting any directives into his mind (or lack thereof).

Leon, however, was still compelled to tease Caleb’s ass for a short while longer, dragging his fingers up and down along the boy’s anal cleft…before he focused more on the loosened aperture between Caleb’s spread cheeks. With two digits extended now, Leon circled the rim of Caleb’s anus, slickly sliding the pads of his fingers over his son’s lightly trembling flesh. His nails delicately plucked at the younger Labrador’s tender skin, and he kept massaging the relaxed ring of muscle, coaxing it to gape even more…and more…before Leon curled his fingers and hooked them into the open orifice.

Caleb moaned and huffed through his nose while his father tenderly rubbed the inside of his rectum, before he spluttered and softly hacked—his muzzle was still occupied by the cephalopod’s tentacle, but the limb had begun to withdraw, pulling out of his stomach and retracting back up his esophagus. The tentacle’s suckers rubbed exquisitely against the inner lining of his throat, they squelched through his esophageal sphincter, and popped as they gripped and released his tongue on their way out of his mouth. Caleb squirmed in the cephalopod’s hold, his body uncontrollably convulsing at the stimulation he was receiving—if he’d still had a brain, he would have been begging for more. But all he could do was continually moan and softly gag while the tentacle was dragged out of him; for a brief moment, the tendril’s nimble tip curled in his throat and wrapped around his uvula, gingerly squeezing the dangling protrusion from Caleb’s soft palate, before it fully withdrew, leaving the younger Labrador drooling with his mouth hanging open and grunting lewdly.

Meanwhile, Leon had begun pumping and twisting his two fingers in and out of Caleb, corkscrewing them into his son all the way up to his knuckles and smoothly pulling them out. Caleb’s rectum and sphincter remained loose and relaxed, his muscles hanging limply enough for Leon to penetrate him with ease. After having already been knotted multiple times before his innards were explored and opened further by one of the cephalopod’s thick tentacles, Caleb didn’t have much elasticity left in his rectal tissues; Leon might as well have been fingering the middle of a jumbo-sized doughnut. Despite how slack his son’s innards were, Leon went on thrusting his fingers in and out of Caleb, making sure to grind over his prostate in the process…before he added a third finger…and a fourth.

“Aaah…Daaaaaaad,” Caleb blissfully sighed while Leon’s fingers dexterously worked on his hole like a ceramicist opening a mound of wet clay on a potter’s wheel. Under the cephalopod’s control, the boy wouldn’t have been able to speak on his own volition, but the longing, affectionate exhale was more of a physical response. On some level, his need for his father had been baked into his very bones—moaning for Leon was just a natural part of Caleb. It was something that couldn’t be contained, a reflex akin to jerking his leg when having his knee struck.

“Mmmmm.” Leon rumbled paternally in reply. Likewise, the older Labrador’s love and pride for his son was an instinct imprinted on his body, one that hadn’t lived solely in his brain. It was a part of him, in his ears, his eyes, his hands, his lungs—hearing Caleb moan for him always made Leon’s heart race, and this time was no different.

Perhaps in response to its thralls’ excitement for one another, the cephalopod directed Leon to begin pumping and twisting his hand faster and more vigorously. The older Labrador complied without question—he rotated his wrist and pushed in, spread his fingers when they were buried in Caleb up to the knuckles, and curled his digits as he withdrew, as if trying to hollow out a pumpkin and scoop some of his son’s hot, soft, fleshy insides up in his paw to drag them into the sunlight. As for Caleb, the tentacle wrapped around his neck extended up along the back of his head, simultaneously pulling and pushing the boy down into his father’s crotch, past the throbbing cock that had made him…and guided his snout to the fat testicles that hung between Leon’s legs.

Had his brain remained in his head, Caleb wouldn’t have needed any further prompting, but with only his master’s slimy secretions in his skull, he needed the cephalopod to tell him what to do next—obeying his master’s command, the boy immediately gathered up Leon’s nuts in his drooling muzzle.

“Mmf! Mmmm!” With his nose firmly buried in his dad’s musky taint and Leon’s erect cock twitching as it rested against the side of his snout, Caleb grunted happily as he suckled on the testicles where his old man had once carried him as his sperm. His cheeks bulged with the heft of his dad’s girthy nuts, and he massaged them with his tongue, rolling them from side to side within his mouth. Deeply huffing Leon’s scent all the while, Caleb slathered his dad’s balls with his spit and teasingly clamped his jaw shut on his spermatic cords, earning a muffled, pleasured groan from the older Labrador.

Up above, another tentacle had crept over Leon’s shoulder and spiraled its way along his right arm, coiling all the way around his wrist and hand as he continued dipping his paw in and out of Caleb’s ass. The suckers gripped Leon’s forearm tightly, pushing his hand forward and dragging it back, assuming more direct physical control with every thrust. Leon, in turn, extended his thumb to join the rest of his fingers, and he was helpless to stop the tentacle from making him penetrate his son further. He kept all digits extended, his hand forming the blade of a spear, and for a while, the cephalopod mimicked what Leon had done before, simply stopping at the Labrador’s knuckles…but then it started pushing past them, getting Leon’s paw in deeper, halfway along the canine’s palm.

There was hardly any resistance left in Caleb’s stretched flesh, no real tightness to speak of, and his ass easily spread around the combined diameter of his father’s mitt and the cephalopod’s tentacle. As Leon’s meaty paw and his master’s thick, rubbery limb pushed in and pulled out of his rectum, they made soft, wet slp-slp-slp-slp sounds.

“Mmmm…mmmmmf,” Caleb grunted around his dad’s testicles.

“Mmmmf,” Leon rumbled in reply through the tentacle still lodged in his muzzle.

Slp-slp-slp-slp…

It didn’t take long for the tentacle wrapped around Leon’s hand to start pushing more insistently, to start forcing the older Labrador’s paw deeper. Together, they pushed in more and more, until…

“Mmmmm!” Caleb groaned euphorically when his father’s whole hand sank into him up to his wrist—he could feel the cephalopod’s tentacle coiled around Leon’s joint like a fat bracelet, and it rested against the outside of his puffy, swollen rim, a facsimile of a dog’s inflated knot.

Meanwhile, Leon’s fingers and the end of the tentacle inside of him spread independently of each other, stretching and wriggling within his gut. Still bound by the tentacles holding him in place and keeping his lips locked around the neck of Leon’s scrotum, Caleb squirmed and writhed on top of his father in pleasure, grunting at the divinely satisfying feeling of being so full, of having his dad wearing him like a glove, of having his master inside of him once more. He weakly clenched around his dad’s wrist, squeezing affectionately and savoring the sensation of being unable to close his hole…

“Mmmf…mmmm!” Caleb grunted again when Leon’s fingers curled into a fist, forming a blunt, solid mass in his rectum, before, under the cephalopod’s power, he resumed pushing. The younger Labrador felt the heft of the tentacle around Leon’s wrist driving against the loose rim of his sphincter—the pleasurable pressure rose under the combined efforts of his dad and the cephalopod, both of them intently seeking to penetrate him further, before…

Plop!

“Mmm!” Caleb curled his and spread his toes, arched his back, and moaned into Leon’s crotch when the heft of the tentacle and his dad’s lower forearm entered him. At the same time, Leon’s fist pushed through his second ring, barging through the loosened sphincter and forcefully entering his sigmoid colon.

Leon could only huff in delight and enjoy the view as he fisted his son; his dick flexed with his arousal when he watched the fat and fleshy bangle of the cephalopod’s tentacle disappear into Caleb’s ass. Some effort had been needed, but the boy had taken the combined diameter and the tentacle and his wrist like a pro, his anus yielding and then hungrily gulping it all in. An instinctual surge of pride made Leon’s heart swell, and his tail wagged as his clenched fist sank deeper into his son. All the while, his master’s tentacle alternated between caressing and squeezing his closed fingers and probing at Caleb’s innards, snaking forward like a vanguard to further open the boy’s gut ahead of Leon’s fist.

Caleb went on fervently sucking his father’s nuts, twisting his head from side to side to cover all possible angles of Leon’s testicles. As his insides stretched around the sizable fist in his colon and the squirming tentacle pushed deeper and deeper into him, Caleb nuzzled further into Leon’s taint, greedily inhaling the older Labrador’s body odor and grinding his nose ring into his dad’s perineum. A latent impulse in the boy desperately wanted to resume munching away at his dad’s ass—Leon’s puckered sphincter was so close, so tantalizingly close…yet Caleb was still under orders to suckle his father’s balls like they were a pair of jawbreakers. And perhaps as if sensing a hint of unconscious rebellion within its thrall, the cephalopod squeezed with the tentacle around Caleb’s neck before relaxing again, a display of dominance that reminded the boy who was in charge (regardless of the fact that the creature had already removed Caleb’s brain and was ultimately responsible for his every action).

After a few moments of holding Leon’s fist still in Caleb’s gut, the cephalopod’s suckers renewed their grip on the older Labrador’s hand and wrist and resumed pulling it forward and drawing it back…forward and back…forward and back…

“Mmm…mmm…mmm,” Caleb grunted rhythmically in time with his father’s methodical fist-fucking.

At first, the cephalopod only used the length of Leon’s forearm that had already entered Caleb, adjusting its tentacle so the thicker portion wrapped around the older Labrador’s wrist remained inside the boy. Under his master’s command, Leon pushed in and pulled out only a few inches, fisting in a more subtle and intentional manner. But as he went on hollowing out his son, the portion of the cephalopod’s arm began to push at the inside of Caleb’s sphincter, making the ring of muscle bulge outward more and more every time Leon withdrew a few inches of his forearm…until…

Glop!

“Hmmf!” Caleb grunted when the wide, knot-like protrusion of tentacle encircling his father’s wrist was tugged out of him before—

Plop!

“Rrrrmmmm…” Leon rumbled approvingly when he pushed the tentacle back into his son and re-entered Caleb’s sigmoid colon, and he felt the boy’s cock flex and throb against his belly in response.

Glop-plop…glop-plop…glop-plop…glop-plop…

Leon began pumping in and out with longer strokes, effectively knotting his son repeatedly with the tentacle around his wrist as he pushed in and pulled out, pushed in and pulled out. He withdrew until only his closed fist remained inside Caleb’s rectum, just below the heel of his palm, before he shoved back in, earning more grunts from his son in the process. Compelled by the cephalopod, the Labrador sank more of his forearm and more of the creature’s limb twisted around it with every thrust, widening Caleb’s hole and plunging deeper into the boy’s gut.

Glop-plop…glop-plop…glop-plop…glop-plop…

More sweat began to form on Leon’s brow from the sustained effort of pistoning in and out of his son, and Caleb quivered and moaned as his father and the cephalopod plumbed his depths further and further. It didn’t take long at all for Leon to get half of his forearm into Caleb…and it wasn’t until he reached the crook of his elbow when he finally met enough resistance to prevent him from advancing any further. The U-shaped bend of Caleb’s internal anatomy couldn’t accommodate the more rigid form of Leon’s arm, but the cephalopod clearly had other plans in mind at the moment…

Glop-plop! Glop-plop! Glop-plop! Glop-plop!

Leon sped up, now punching in and out of his son’s gut with gusto. Caleb’s soft inner flesh wetly and smoothly rolled past his fur and over the cephalopod’s tentacle spiraled around his forearm, and the boy’s ass sloppily sucked and pulled at Leon’s limb.

“Mm-mm-mm-mm…” Caleb grunted in short bursts and he shook in the cephalopod’s hold while his father picked up the tempo. He rolled his eyes back and his tail wagged with furious glee; his toes curled and spread, and his cock flexed while it was still being squeezed and penetrated by his master’s tendril.

However, as Caleb kept sucking Leon’s nuts, the tentacles around his arms loosened and retreated…until his hands were free enough for him to reach forward and follow the cephalopod’s latest orders being broadcast into the slime that had replaced his brain. Still sucking on his father’s testicles, Caleb reached with his unencumbered paws between Leon’s spread thighs, where the cephalopod lifted four thick, suckered tentacles to meet his fingers.

Glop-plop! Glop-plop! Glop-plop! Glop-plop!

Leon carried on enthusiastically fisting Caleb, impaling his son on his forearm with the tentacle wrapped around it. The boy’s sphincter popped open every time the thicker girth of the cephalopod’s limb was tugged out of him, and it easily swallowed the firm and rubbery circlet of the tentacle when Leon rammed his forearm back into his son’s ass—Caleb’s puffy, swollen hole was about as elastic as warm putty by this point, simply accepting all the abuse that his dad could give him. With every thrust, Leon’s closed fist pressed against the inside of Caleb’s abdomen, making the younger Labrador’s stomach bulge against his own belly for a moment before he pulled out again…only to drive his fist into Caleb’s depths once more.

With his father industriously working over his backside, Caleb grasped the nearest tentacle waiting in front of him between Leon’s spread legs. He used both hands to guide the tip of the cephalopod’s tendril to its intended target—Caleb pressed the suckers against his father’s taint and slid the tentacle upward along Leon’s anal cleft, until his fingers and the curled end of the leviathan’s question feeler reached the warm, wrinkled pucker of the older Labrador’s ass. Having been knotted only once (courtesy of Thomas the Great Dane) before having his innards expanded around one of the cephalopod’s tentacles, Leon was nowhere near as loose as his son, but the canine’s comparatively tight sphincter was no obstacle for the mighty creature who sought to penetrate him once again, this time with Caleb’s aid.

Caleb adjusted his grip on the tentacle he held, now using one hand to press it against his father’s rear entrance while he used his other hand to spread Leon’s glutes even further for better access. The suckers on the tip of the tendril popped softly as they sucked on the soft rim of Leon’s hole, teasing the sensitive spot…before Caleb pushed more firmly, and the rubbery limb entered the moist, fleshy cavern, dilating Leon’s sphincter around its girth.

“Hmmmmf!” Leon moaned softly when the tentacle penetrated him. He could feel it smoothly slithering within his rectum, the suckers grinding over his prostate as they squeezed on the tender gland. He carried on fisting his son, but his tail wagged happily as the tentacle inside of him explored his natural plumbing even further, easily snaking through his second ring and entering his sigmoid colon, before…

“Hfffff…” Leon huffed when Caleb pushed a second tentacle into him.

The two thick limbs stretched the Labrador’s O-ring, slimily slipping against one another and squishing as they flexed and intertwined with each other. The second tentacle flexed and moved independently of the first, subtly pumping back and forth while Caleb fed more of it into his dad, and both tentacles gradually tapered to a wider diameter as they sank deeper into Leon, making his innards begin to swell and bulge with their mass.

“Hff! Mmmf!” Leon grunted and shuddered when his son guided a third tentacle into him. If he hadn’t been hypnotized and his brain were still in his head (instead of currently being digested by the cephalopod), he would have been crying out for mercy, begging for a break from the intense stretch that blurred the lines of pleasure and pain. He would have registered the throbbing ache in his abused sphincter as a kind of erotic agony, one that would have compelled him to plead for a rest simply to cope with the physical sensations wracking his body. But obedient and mindless thrall that he was now, Leon could only squirm and grunt with pleasure, and all he wanted was to make his master happy, which meant accepting every tentacle that Caleb would cram into him.

However, it seemed that the cephalopod was pleased with just four of its strong and supple arms squeezed together inside Leon’s rectum, as it had no more for Caleb to feed into his father. After Caleb pressed the last tentacle into Leon, the boy enthusiastically shoved his muzzle into the throng, alternating between slurping on the tendrils and rimming his dad’s bloated and distended hole, licking every surface he could reach with his tongue.

The quartet of tentacles pressed in against Caleb’s muzzle and twisted and tangled together in an obscene, writhing braid as they began autonomously thrusting in and out of Leon. A tentacle plunged deeper, another pulled out, another curled and wriggled, another pushed and swirled—all of them worked in a kind of disparate harmony to fill and stretch Leon’s gut, quickly picking up speed to pump and thrust just as vigorously into him as Leon was still fisting Caleb with the aid of the cephalopod’s tentacle wrapped around his forearm and hand.

Glop-plop! Glop-plop! Glop-plop! Glop-plop!

Schlop-glp-slk! Schlop-glp-slk! Schlop-glp-slk! Schlop-glp-slk!

The wet and sloppy sounds of Caleb and Leon having their asses so recklessly abused mixed together, and was further enhanced by father and son panting, huffing, and groaning in mindlessly lustful delight.

“Mmm! Mmmf!”

“Hmmmmf…rrrmmmf…”

In the midst of fisting Caleb, Leon received a new subliminal command from his master just as another tentacle crept over his left shoulder and slithered its way towards his son’s ass. Obeying the cephalopod’s latest order, Leon’s punching slowed, though the tentacle still wrapped around his arm continued quickly pistoning in and out of the younger Labrador. The second tendril that had crossed over his chest and was aimed at Caleb’s rear moved in as Leon gradually came to a stop…and he steadily withdrew his forearm from his son’s colon and rectum while the new tentacle moved forward, pushing into Caleb to take over for Leon.

The reddened lips of Caleb’s ass dragged outward as Leon pulled back, the young flesh slickly sliding over the older Labrador’s black fur and beefy forearm. In the meantime, the two thick tentacles dug in and began fisting the boy independently, no longer needing Leon’s help to penetrate his son…

“Mmm!” Caleb groaned as Leon’s clenched fist withdrew at last, softly plopping out of his overstretched sphincter.

Leon’s forearm and paw were sopping wet with his son’s bodily secretions and the slime from the cephalopod’s tentacles, but the Labrador paid hardly any attention to that fact. Instead, now that he had both hands free, he followed his master’s orders and reached for Caleb’s taint…no, further down, to the boy’s balls…

With the tentacles furiously pumping away inside Caleb’s ass and stretching his battered and wrecked hole, Leon wedged his fingers beneath his son’s testicles, digging his paws into the tight space between Caleb’s groin and his own sternum. He grasped for the tentacle that was currently spiraled around the younger Labrador’s cock, and when his fingers found purchase on the slippery and slimy appendage, he clenched and pulled, drawing Caleb’s member backwards, further and further. The cephalopod obligingly unwrapped the tentacle around the boy’s penis as Leon pulled it back, freeing Caleb’s throbbing arousal. However, while the feeler no longer gripped and stroked the boy’s erection, it remained lodged in his urethra; the teal and purple-mottled tentacle went on subtly twisting, thrusting, and pulsing within Caleb’s cock even as Leon drew his son’s turgid shaft down and back far enough for its tip to point towards his chin.

Leon used one hand to hold Caleb’s cock, letting his son’s throbbing erection rest in his palm like a hot dog in a bun. As wet as the younger Labrador’s exposed skin was with cooling sweat, seawater, and slime, Leon could still feel the heat radiating from his son’s thick shaft; he felt the squirming of the tentacle plumbing the depths of Caleb’s urethra, could make out the pronounced ridges of the limb’s suckers sliding back and forth against the inner wall of his son’s cock; and every pulse of Caleb’s heartbeat drummed on Leon’s palm while precum and slime oozed out from around the tentacle stuffed in the boy’s cock and dripped onto the older Labrador’s paw.

Caleb involuntarily flexed in his father’s hand, and Leon wrapped his fingers around the stiff, swollen shaft, his digits resting just above his boy’s still-engorged knot.

Brainless as Leon was, on some level he could still register the sight of Caleb’s cock as beautiful—there was a gorgeous splendor to it, the bulbous taper of the fleshy column, the girthy bulb at its base, the way the thick tentacle stretched his son’s meatus…

And even more thin, nimble tentacles had crept over Leon’s shoulders and sides. Four tendrils, none of them wider in diameter than a chopstick, were now aimed at the thicker appendage still inside Caleb’s cock, and with them came the next order for Leon to follow.

Still savoring the view of his son’s member pointing backwards at him, the older canine heeded his master’s command. With his free hand, Leon grasped the tentacle that had slithered over his right shoulder, and he guided its tip to the widened opening of Caleb’s urethra. He pushed gently, carefully manipulating the tendril with his forefinger and thumb to insert it alongside the more girthy appendage already filling his son’s cock. With a soft squish, the delicate tip disappeared past Caleb’s urethral lips and slipped deeper within, lubricated by the cephalopod’s slimy secretions and the young canine’s precum.

“Mmm! Nnnff,” Caleb groaned as his father helped the creature penetrate him further. The boy could feel the distinct wriggles and muscle flexions of the smaller tentacle as it pushed into him and spiraled around its thicker predecessor. It pressed outward against his sensitive inner tissues, dilating the still-tight tunnel and encouraging it to expand.

Leon took up the next tentacle, which had grown along the left side of his torso like creeping ivy. With a steady hand, he fed it into his son’s urethra, watching the wide ring of the boy’s meatus stretch further to accommodate the newest tendril impaling his cock; while the tentacles Leon added were only two or three millimeters thick apiece, their girth added up when combined with the tentacle that had initially slipped into Caleb’s cock, which already was roughly the same diameter as two of the boy’s fingers.

Meanwhile, with Leon’s fat balls pressed under his chin and his cock still throbbing against the side of his jaw and neck, Caleb went on slurping and sucking at the four tentacles that were thrusting in and out of his dad’s ass.

Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop…

“Mm! Hmmf…mmmf…ngh…Daaad,” Caleb huffed and grunted while the cephalopod’s thick and flexible arms independently plunged in and pulled out. They slid against his face and under his tongue as they worked over Leon’s ass—the younger Labrador tasted his father’s musk on the rubbery appendages, and he lapped at them hungrily while they tugged at Leon’s sphincter and rectum, pulling him open wider and wider.

Back above, Leon guided the remaining two tentacles into Caleb’s cock, squeezing them into the taut and straining aperture of his son’s meatus. The boy’s member bulged and twitched in his palm while the tendrils dove deeper into Caleb’s urethra; the suckered tentacles writhed against one another, individually thrust in and out, and curled around each other before spreading apart to widen every square centimeter of natural tubing. Leon watched and felt his son’s penis swell in his hand, and if he’d had enough cognitive ability to make any kind of meaningful estimate on his own, he would have guessed that Caleb’s urethra was dilated enough to comfortably take a racquetball.

Caleb squirmed as the tentacles in his cock worked over his prostate, stretching the narrow tunnel within the sensitive gland. He bucked against his father’s chest, and his muscles involuntarily spasmed and contracted; he’d already taken the larger tentacle all the way into his bladder, but his body was trying to block any further invading tendrils despite the cephalopod’s standing command to relax. And, of course, having so much excess mass pushing in his prostate made the boy feel like he was ejaculating in reverse; his cock throbbed and pulsated hard around the tentacles in his urethra…but the cephalopod was relentless in its assault, and in no time at all, it forced its way through the constricting sphincters and its four additional tentacles joined their compatriot in the boy’s bladder.

“Uuuuungh!” Caleb groaned at the satisfying feeling of such heavy fullness in his lower abdomen (in addition to the intensely pleasurable sensation of having his master still aggressively fisting him). His belly bulged with all the tentacles in his nooks and crannies, and he curled his toes and huffed euphorically…before he nuzzled deeper between his father’s spread legs and the tentacles ravaging Leon’s ass. The boy nosed his way through the throng of tentacles still pumping in and out of his father—Caleb, hungry as ever, set to work rimming Leon to the best of his ability while the older Labrador kept getting fisted by the cephalopod. He dragged his tongue over wet flesh, licking the smooth and almost glossy surface of his master’s tentacles and savoring the increasingly puffy, soft, and warped textures of his father’s anus.

Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop…

As the tentacles energetically fisting Caleb’s ass hollowed him out above, they did the same for Leon below. The cephalopod’s limbs punched and hurled themselves into the two dogs, easily following the natural curves of their internal tubing and expanding the elastic and pliable tissues within. Muscles loosened from the vigorous massage, rectums and colons sagged and began to swell from the intense stimulation, and guts bulged with frenzied action. Leon and Caleb didn’t have a clue of how much time their master spent rearranging their innards—all they knew was to keep enjoying the sensations that made them uncontrollably spasm with pleasure, and for the time being, the only command in their empty heads was to moan like good toys and beg for more of the cephalopod’s attention.

“Schlup! Mmf! Hmmf! Pleeease…schlup, schlup, schlup…more…” Caleb grunted breathlessly between licking the tentacles and kissing and nibbling his father’s ass.

“Mmmf…glmf! Glk! Ack!” Leon coughed and spluttered as the tentacle that had been in his mouth, throat, and stomach the whole time finally withdrew, allowing him to wheeze and rasp, “Ah…master…we want…we need…glk!” He choked out the words as best as he could before the slimy tentacle that had previously been in his upper digestive tract insidiously wrapped around his neck and lightly throttled him, squeezing his windpipe.

“You can—huff…schlup, schlup, schlup…fill us…mmf! Use us…however you need,” Caleb murmured, rubbing his nose back and forth against the tentacles pressed on his face while he went on rimming Leon.

“Ah…glk…f-fill my son…take him,” Leon gasped as the tentacle around his throat clenched and relaxed. The tip of the thick limb lazily slid over his muzzle and delicately plucked at his nose while he watched the cephalopod’s other tentacles continue stuffing themselves into Caleb’s ass and urethra. “F-fill me…breed us—ah!—both…pleeeeaaase,” he desperately whimpered.

Perhaps it was compelled by the sound of its thralls’ needy pleas or it was simply an arbitrary decision that the time was right—with a loud and wet squiiiish, the cephalopod shoved its tentacles deep into both Caleb and Leon’s asses, deeper than it had before.

“Aaaah!”

Uuuungh!”

Both canines moaned loudly as the tentacles roughly snaked upward through their intestines, all the way up into their stomachs. Leon and Caleb quivered as their guts were stretched beyond anything they’d experienced previously…before they whimpered at the sensation of the girthy limbs withdrawing. The cephalopod’s muscles relaxed as they retreated, allowing the now-slack tentacles to practically fall out of the loosened orifices they had expanded with such fervor.

Slop-op-op-op-op-op…

The suckers on the tentacles popped in rapid succession as they rubbed over the slick, doughy flesh of Leon and Caleb’s colons, rectums, and sphincters on their way out. While gravity took over to extract the creature’s limbs, they tapered down in diameter, and the Labrador’s anuses naturally contracted (as much as their now-gaping holes could) around the shrinking widths…until the tips of the tentacles fell away at last and splashed down to the water below. Leon and Caleb’s ass were left wet, wrecked, quivering, and hanging open wide enough for each of them to effortlessly swallow a honeydew melon whole.

But the two Labradors had even more orders to follow—they bore down internally, pushing, and their sphincters flexed weakly…then, with a light grunt from father and son, their rectums inverted and bloomed outward, not just forming rosebuds but full prolapses. The result of their master’s relentless fisting session, the red, fleshy protrusions glistened in the exposed air and dripped with a mix of bodily secretions. Folds upon folds of tissue created beautifully wrinkled textures in the squat and vaguely-tubular mounds that had erupted from Leon and Caleb’s asses, and both dogs panted happily as they took in the sight of their innards on display.

Leon’s prolapse was roughly the size and shape of a fully loaded bunch of extra-large grapes, and the mass of sensitive tissues hung heavily under its own weight, freely dangling downward from between the older Labrador’s spread cheeks. Caleb’s inverted rectum was similar in shape and size, though an even deeper shade of red from the prolonged treatment the cephalopod had given it, and it not only rested on top of his balls, but it also spilled over his cock (which still had a total of five tentacles twisted together in his urethra) and onto Leon’s chest. If it had been autumn or winter instead of summer, his prolapse would have been visibly steaming, it radiated so much of the boy’s natural heat.

The cephalopod didn’t let father and son waste too much time enjoying their views, though; after a moment, the creature transmitted its next commands, and both Leon and Caleb leaned forward…and immediately buried their snouts into each others’ bloated prolapses.

“Schlup, slurp, slorp…mmmf…uuungh,” Caleb grunted and moaned as he lapped over his dad’s exposed guts.

The tender, pulsating flesh was hot and wet against his tongue, and so deliciously musky. He rubbed it with his nose and pushed at it with the sides of his muzzle, coaxing shudders from Leon before he flicked his tongue back and forth over the raw, red tissues and tenderly nibbled at the slimy folds.

“Ungh…mmmf…oooh…so…mmf, good…kiddoooo,” Leon murmured in between his own ravenous slurping and suckling on Caleb’s prolapse.

He had curled forward for a better angle of attack, and he passionately kissed the mound of rosy-red, moist tissue that rhythmically pulsed under his tongue with Caleb’s aroused heartbeat. Leon swirled his tongue over the prolapse’s soft and squishy surface before digging in, sucking and puffing as he did so; he nimbly wriggled his tongue back and forth, pushing aside ridges and folds and working his way into the interior of Caleb’s distended flesh, as if he were determinedly eating out the middle of an eclair…before he lunged forward even more and fully grabbed the younger Labrador’s prolapse in his jaws, enveloping it in his mouth. Leon would have gobbled it up and swallowed the whole thing if he could have; his son’s innards tasted beyond divine on his tongue, and his salivary glands ached as they kicked into overdrive while he chewed on Caleb’s meaty prolapse. With his lips pressed tight against his son’s abused rim, Leon happily snorted into Caleb’s ass—in response to his efforts, Caleb bucked, convulsed, and groaned with pleasure.

Their attention totally on feasting on each other, Leon and Caleb went on sucking, chewing, slurping, and nuzzling one anothers’ prolapses in their contorted 69 position. If they’d still been in possession of their brains and mental faculties, they would have had an even deeper appreciation for the intense eroticism of the moment, but for now all they understood was hunger, a deep-seated, primal need for each other and for their master. Minute after minute passed with Leon affectionately spreading and lapping on Caleb’s prolapse for the cephalopod’s amusement, and Caleb ravenously buried his face into Leon’s twisted and exposed innards, huffing as he fervently nursed, munched, and suckled on them in the hopes of pleasing both his father and the creature directing his actions.

Father and son devolved into wordless grunts and snorts, sounding more like a couple of pigs than dogs as they greedily pushed into each others’ prolapses and ate them out with abandon. The cephalopod had been watching its thralls with intense scrutiny the whole time, all six of its eyes fixed on the canines in its clutches. The cartilaginous fin on its mantle flapped back and forth while more water gushed from its siphon and many of its tentacles trembled while the papillae on its skin formed spikes and pits in a display of excitement. While it held Leon and Caleb, the cephalopod continued thrusting its tentacles in and out of the younger Labrador’s urethra and squeezing the older dog’s throat, adding to the stimulation its prey couldn’t get enough of…

Eventually, though, the cephalopod began making moves to readjust its hold on the canines it had captured. Leon and Caleb tried their best to keep their muzzles buried in each others’ extended prolapses, but it was impossible for them to maintain physical contact; the distance between them became too great as Caleb was pulled up and Leon was pulled down away from him. However, both dogs compliantly obeyed their master’s orders to remain relaxed from head to toe, leaving their prolapses hanging out while they were both held rightside up by tentacles that were wrapped around their wrists.

Dangling slackly by their arms, Leon and Caleb remained still while the cephalopod twisted them around and held them back-to-back. Caleb shivered with delight at the feeling of his father’s broad shoulder blades against his own, and Leon’s tail wagged against his son’s, pleased to be together again.

“Aaah! Mmm…oooh,” Caleb moaned as the tentacles in his bladder, prostate, and urethra withdrew at last. At the same time, the tentacle coiled around Leon’s neck loosened itself and pulled away, just as two more arms rose from the water below.

The newest arrivals formed an elegant double-helix of suckers and rubbery flesh that spiraled up around Leon and Caleb’s feet…their shins and calves…their thighs and waists…their abdomens, arms, and chests…and ultimately twisted themselves around the canine’s throats. Father and son were effectively tied together in the unified column of tentacles, with their genitals conspicuously hanging out between the thick, flexible arms that had wrapped around them. This was, of course, by the cephalopod’s design, as the creature now extended another pair of tentacles from its body and used them to reach for its thralls’ still-stiff and throbbing erections.

At first glance, a malacologist might have had some difficulty determining the purpose of the arms that the cephalopod was pushing towards Leon and Caleb’s crotches. Unlike most of the creature’s tapered appendages it used for grabbing, probing, and fisting, the newest tentacles to appear were of a uniform diameter, smooth, and unsuckered, similar to the feeding tentacles the creature had inserted into the Labradors’ ear canals to extract their brains. However, unlike the feeding tentacles, which had been tipped with flatter, spoon-shaped ends (complete with hooks to latch onto targets), the tentacles that now hovered mere inches in front of Leon and Caleb’s penises flared outward to form bulbous and oblong protrusions, as if a tall and fat bottle had been stuffed into each tendril’s inner structure. What was more, there were three lip-like indentations evenly spaced around the bulbous tips, with each indentation extending about six inches along the length of the “body” of the bottle-like form.

However, the function of the indentations (and the tentacles themselves) became readily apparent when the bottle-like forms on the ends of the appendages spread open along the trio of lip-like crevices. The tips of the tendrils pulled themselves apart, blooming like some obscene flowers with three triangular petals; the petals moved independent of each other, subtly undulating and swaying, and their interior linings were adorned with suckers, which went on as far as the eye could see into the dark depths of the fleshy tunnel within the tentacles. Thick, clear slime oozed from the tentacles, forming strings and cables as the fluid dripped out of the open maws that hung before Leon and Caleb’s erections…

Then, like an eerie pistil and anthers growing from the center of a blossom, a cluster of smaller tendrils arose from the middle of the cephalopod’s open appendages. Aquatic feelers and fronds in various shades of red and pink disgorged themselves from unseen pores; they unfolded and uncurled in an almost hypnotic fashion that naturally drew the eye to them, and they were all dripping in the same thick slime that the cephalopod secreted. The tendrils appeared smooth and featureless, and they ranged in thickness from the diameter of fat udon noodles to fine angel hair pasta. They extended further, writhing and squirming as they reached for the pointed tips of Leon and Caleb’s members—there was a frantic energy to the way the prehensile tentacles moved, as if they were the offshoots of a particularly hungry and aggressive breed of coral that actively sought out its food instead of simply filter-feeding, and they’d just caught the scent of their next meal.

Leon and Caleb shivered in anticipation as their master’s specialized milking tentacles aligned with their members…before…

“Ungh!”

“Aaah!”

Father and son flinched and moaned lustfully when the cephalopod’s appendages struck them like a pair of vipers. In the blink of an eye, the milking tentacles darted for Leon and Caleb’s cocks and latched onto the canines’ stiff shafts with an iron grip. The petals of the milking tentacles enveloped the Labradors’ members in their warm, squishy, multi-suckered, and moist confines, engulfing them all the way from tip to knot; the spread tentacles went even further, rapidly suckering themselves flat against Leon and Caleb’s pelvises to snugly and securely anchor themselves around the dogs’ cocks…before the tentacles’ muscles began pumping and pulsing in a teasing, suckling fashion.

With their members fully sheathed in the milking tentacles, Leon and Caleb squirmed and shuddered against each other even more when the smaller fronds and feelers inside the cephalopod’s specialized tendrils went to work. The smooth and dexterous little limbs spiraled and constricted around the Labradrors’ cocks, squeezing and palpating, before seeking out their targets: Leon and Caleb’s urethral openings.

Caleb, having had his urethra dilated so thoroughly already, moaned in delight as multiple thin, spaghetti-like tentacles easily slithered into him and probed his depths, making his cock swell and bulge with their mass as they entered him. With hardly any effort, they slipped down into the boy’s pelvis and surged into his prostate, re-stretching the overstimulated gland while the young Labrador merely luxuriated in the sensation of having his intimate space invaded by his master yet again.

Leon, on the other hand, groaned and bucked against his son as the cephalopod’s smaller tendrils penetrated his meatus and began creeping down the smooth tunnel within his cock. Unlike Caleb, the older Labrador’s urethra was still practically virgin territory. The cephalopod had probed it before and made it all the way into Leon’s bladder earlier, but the creature hadn’t given Leon the same instensely wide stretching and deeply penetrating treatment that it had administered to Caleb—at the moment, Leon’s urethra was too tight to accomodate so many questing feelers forcing their way into him. He whimpered and huffed, and his cock flexed inside the milking tentacle; his member almost resembled a lopsided sausage, as the upper part of his shaft had ballooned with the cephalopod’s limbs squirming in his urethra, unable to go any deeper than halfway down his cock.

“Uuungh! Ah…hnnf…hnnf…mmmmpleeeease,” Leon grunted and gurgled—for now, needy and mindless begging and expressions of pleasure were the only forms of verbal communication the cephalopod needed from its thralls, and the older Labrador (brainless as he was) was desperate for his master to fully impale his masculinity.

“Mmnf! Nngh…so…goooooood,” Caleb moaned; the slimy tentacles went on quivering and pulsating in his prostate, effectively pulping the gland from the inside.

Leon wanted to feel what his son was feeling, to experience the same blissful sensations—he was so desperate to have his cock completely stuffed with his master’s tentacles that he began whining and whimpering even more. “Nnngh! Hnngh…m-master…pleeeeease…fill me…push…more…mooooore…”

As the Labrador writhed, the cephalopod squirmed and pressed with its tentacles inside Leon’s cock, forcing the tight tunnel of the canine’s urethra to expand.

“Mmmngh! Aaah! Aaah! Nnngh!” Leon panted and yelped at the stretch in his member; if he’d had the cognitive capacity for more complex thought, he would have imagined that he was taking a column the diameter of a lacrosse ball into his cock…and it was starting to bluntly spear deeper into him. “Haaah! Mmmngh! Nnngh!”

Leon bucked and twisted in the tentacles holding him, and his toes curled while his tail wagged; he tilted his head back against his son’s and breathlessly gasped in pleasure. Inside the milking tentacle, the bulge within Leon’s cock slowly grew in length as the cephalopod’s tendrils slithered further and further, making his urethra visibly swell to accomodate their combined girth. The feelers and fronds corkscrewed back and forth, almost drilling down into Leon’s cock, boring the fleshy tunnel wider and deeper…all the way into the canine’s knot…and into Leon’s pelvis, following the bend in his anatomy and forming a semi-solid lump in his taint.

“Oooh…ngh…yeeessss…pleeease…m-more, master,” Leon whimpered, feeling the tentacles open him wider, plunging deeper. He quivered and writhed at the pressure now building in his loins; the cephalopod had begun pushing against the tight nut of his clenching prostate, trying to ram the mass of tentacles through the sphincter that kept it shut…before…

“Haaangh!” The older Labrador gasped and tensed, arching his back to the extreme when the cephalopod forced its way into his prostate. The tentacles impaled the walnut-sized gland like a battering ram pushing into a doughnut, stretching Leon’s prostate in a way that would have made it almost unrecognizable to a physician.

Another delighted gush of water surged from the cephalopod’s siphon while Leon, now a panting and whining mess, jerked and convulsed in pleasure—there was no stopping the tentacles in his urethra now, no preventing them from passing any further. All Leon could do now was enjoy the same sensations that his son felt.

“Ah! Mmm…oooh,” Caleb gasped from the stimulation—fully knotted inside the cozy confines of the milking tentacle, his cock flexed and jerked due to the muscle contractions pumping along his length, the scintillating textures of the silky flesh and suckers pressing and popping against his sensitive skin, and the tendrils sounding him exquisitely.

“Hnf! Oooh…hmmm, yeeeessss,” Leon grunted and hissed, quivering against his son while he received the same treatment. Trapped as he was in his master’s clutches, and with his son pinned against his back, the older Labrador bucked his hips into the tentacle latched onto his penis—the electrifying sensations wracking his body were just too good to resist. The slime in his head had replicated memories of him using fleshlights, of fucking tight holes and throats, of reaming the hell out of his own son’s perfect ass, but having his master milking him in this fashion (in addition to stretching his urethra so wide) was even better than all of that. The cephalopod’s grip on his member was perfectly tight and teasing, hitting all the right spots without pushing him too far towards the edge, and having his cock sounded by all the little tentacles squirming along his urethra and into his prostate made Leon only want to buck his hips harder.

“Ah! Mm! Haa—glk!” Leon gasped before the tentacle around his throat curled, compressing his windpipe again.

“Glk! Hck!” Caleb spluttered and wheezed as well, the tentacle around his neck cinching itself tight in a similar fashion to the arm that throttled Leon.

Struggling to breathe now, the two Labradors went on writhing against one another, rubbing their backsides together in a poor rendition of a rumba dance while the cephalopod stroked their bodies with more of its tendrils. Noses, tongues, ears, nipples, feet—the creature felt over every inch of its thralls, languidly teasing erogenous zones as its tentacles slithered back and forth over the canine bodies. Father and son whimpered and shuddered, nearly overwhelmed by the physical stimulation…then Leon and Caleb grunted and jolted again when more tentacles reached up in between them, creeping up along their legs and into the space where their prolapses still hung from their loosened holes. The cephalopod delicately swirled its tentacles over the supple, fleshy protrusions, its suckers popping against the wet tissues and coaxing even more gasps of pleasure from the canines in its grip.

Meanwhile, the milking tentacles latched onto Leon and Caleb’s members pulsed and pumped rapidly, their muscles and suckers contracting and relaxing at a fast tempo, keeping father and son rock hard and throbbing. Within their cocks, however, the cephalopod thrust its more nimble and dexterous fronds deeper into its thralls’ anatomies; now that it had penetrated and stretched both canines’ prostates equally, the creature manipulated its tentacles to further fill father and son. Clusters of the cephalopod’s thinner prehensile tendrils split off from the main, thicker bunch that were headed for the canines’ bladders. The narrower, spaghetti-like tentacles pressed themselves into the twin apertures that led to the vas deferens, stretching the tight channels and expanding them to accommodate the extra girth of the cephalopod’s feelers—the creature pushed deeper, forcing its way into the tubules of Leon and Caleb’s spermatic cords, down into their very testicles.

“Ah! Hmf!”

“Nguh! Nngh!”

Leon and Caleb both panted, squirmed, and jerked when they felt the intrusions inside their nuts, but the cephalopod just gripped them even tighter while it went to work on their puppymakers. The tentacles swirled around the interior chambers of the protein-rich reproductive organs, coating them—no, absolutely flooding them—with a slimy secretion that contained a mixture of enzymes and hormones that stimulated the production of reproductive material. In response to the cephalopod’s chemicals, the Labradors’ gonads churned and swelled, kicking into high gear to begin producing sperm not by the milliliter, but by the ounce. The canines’ balls pulsated and ached as they made more and more fresh seed, and it didn’t take long for them to start swelling in size to accommodate the high volume batches of sperm they were creating, filling out Leon and Caleb’s scrotums even further.

At the same time, another pair of tentacles within Leon and Caleb’s spermatic cords secreted a unique enzyme that digested and repurposed soft tissue—as the enzyme dissolved a set of holes into the fascia of the vas deferens, the tentacles fused with the raw tissues to create branching tunnels, complete with additional internal musculature to support the passage of objects within them. The newly-created tubules led away from the testicles and into the hydroceles of Leon and Caleb’s scrotal sacs, allowing for certain items to be diverted away from the canines’ testicles and stored within their scrotums in addition to their gonads.

The two canines could only writhe and wriggle in pleasure as their master altered their anatomies to suit its needs, and they moaned in ecstasy as the cephalopod continued simultaneously pumping their testicles and massaging the interiors of their bladders. Both Leon and Caleb’s lower bellies bulged with the mass of tentacles that had pushed into their empty bladders, almost making it look like they were in the earliest stages of pregnancy, with bumps that had just begun to show.

While Leon and Caleb relished the stretch to their internal anatomies, the almost crushing pressure on (and inside) their testicles was quasi-orgasmic. The cephalopod’s tentacles compressed their nuts and kneaded them in its tight, pulsing grip, working them like stress balls. At the same time, the chemically-stimulated ducts within the Labrador’s testicles produced greater and greater quantities of sperm, enough to start straining the limits of the dense, fibrous tissues, similar to an overfilled water balloon on the verge of popping. The overall effect created an electrifying thrill in Leon and Caleb, a blissfully erotic pain mixed with addictively euphoric pleasure that made father and son buck back against each other and whimper and whine for more.

“Uuungh…master…please…pleeeaaaase,” Caleb choked out as the thick limb around his throat clenched tightly on his windpipe. He was thrusting and gyrating his hips, his body working on autopilot and doing its utmost to fuck the milking tentacle latched around his cock.

“Ah…hnf…we…need you…master…mmmpleeeease…more!” Leon grunted, mirroring his son’s actions; like Caleb, the older Labrador had no conscious control over his body’s movements, it was simply pumping his hips based on the primal, biological impulse to breed.

It didn’t take long for the cephalopod to give its thralls the release they so desperately craved; once the creature had finished making its anatomical alterations, it spent another minute palpating Leon and Caleb’s testicles, squeezing and wringing the canines’ balls in their scrotums to churn out as much sperm as possible. The dogs were panting and moaning while their muscles spasmed and tensed erratically, dancing on the edge of orgasm…before, in its invisible way, the cephalopod broadcast a signal into the slime that filled its slaves’ heads …

“Awhoooooo!”

Once again, Caleb and Leon managed a united howl as they climaxed when prompted by their master. The pleasure that coursed through their bodies would have shattered their minds if they’d still had brains between their ears—father and son were overwhelmed by the tsunami of hormones as their balls drew up tight and their cocks pulsated hard within the soft, fleshy, suckered confines of the milking tentacles. However, even though their muscles pumped and constricted with the familiar motion of ejaculation, there were no thick ropes of semen to fire, no fat and musky wads to shoot from their urethras. Lodged in Leon and Caleb’s testicles, the cephalopod’s smaller tentacles began fulfilling their ultimate purpose while the two canines were distracted by their orgasms.

As father and son howled and moaned, they had no idea that their master was busily collecting their seed directly from the source. Within the sperm-production chambers of Leon and Caleb’s testicles, the cephalopod had secreted a new enzyme, one that worked in a similar fashion to a coagulant that bonded liquid organic material together into a loose, gelatinous packet. The cephalopod’s enzyme mixed with the Labradors’ genetic material, clotting the soupy substance into gluey, amorphous globs the consistency of semi-solid plasma. With the dexterity of a spider using its spinnerets, the cephalopod bound the sperm packets together with its specialized tendrils, pulling them together into large, unified lumps of potent seed. The whole process took only a handful of seconds, and when the creature was finished, it began to withdraw from Leon and Caleb’s now-empty testicles, their sperm safe and secure in the cephalopod’s clutches. Retracting backwards along the canines’ spermatic cords, the cephalopod timed its retreat in pulses that synced with the muscle contractions of the Labradors’ “dry” orgasms, effectively allowing Leon and Caleb to ejaculate its tentacles out from their bladders, testicles, prostates, and urethras.

“Aaah! Mmnf! Huuuungh…”

“Hnf! Hnf! Hnnngh! Aaah…haaaaahhh…”

Leon and Caleb groaned and huffed, enraptured by their orgasms while the thick clusters of tentacles slipped out of their cocks. As the cephalopod tugged its prizes out through the canines’ vas deferens and into Leon and Caleb’s urethras, the creature combined the sperm packets it had collected into singular, billiard ball-sized masses, which it pulled further along as it withdrew from its thralls’ prostates and pelvises. The two dogs moaned, now beginning to come down from the highs of their respective climaxes—their urethras stretched around the large clots of sperm that the cephalopod pulled out of them, and their cocks bulged with the girthy lumps. If Leon had been in possession of his full mental capabilities, he would have thought he was passing a huge kidney stone through his urethra, or giving birth to a small pup through his cock—he groaned and panted along with his son, whose load had also made his shaft swell and bloat , and the two of them whimpered…then sighed, satisfied, when the cephalopod yanked their sperm packets out through their meatuses, stretching their urethral lips wide before letting the now-empty orifices relax again.

The cephalopod retracted its specialized tendrils even further, pulling them deep within the recesses of its milking tentacles. At the same time, with one last suckle, the petals of the milking tentacles detached from Leon and Caleb’s pelvises and released their cocks, which dripped with copious amounts of stringy slime. Huffing and puffing, father and son remained in the cephalopod’s grip for a moment longer, and their still-stiff members twitched with the aftershocks of the intense orgasms they’d experienced…

However, the cephalopod didn’t give its thralls much time to bask in the afterglow. With the contents of Leon and Caleb’s testicles secure in the intricate structures of its own anatomy, the creature manipulated its slaves in its tentacles once again, this time pulling them apart…and allowing father and son to face each other once more while they hung by their wrists, waists, and ankles within the cephalopod’s multi-limbed grip. The creature pushed Leon and Caleb close together, allowing them to lunge for each other and reunite in a kiss; the two canines immediately locked lips with the same passion of the very first time they had made out. Caleb heatedly moaned into his father’s muzzle, Leon fervently lapped at his son’s tongue, and the two of them alternated between nibbling on each other’s lips, licking each other’s teeth, and hungrily trading saliva. If their hands hadn’t been restrained by the tentacles wrapped around their wrists, Leon and Caleb would have had their paws all over each other, affectionately stroking one another as they continued kissing.

Meanwhile, two of the cephalopod’s thicker tentacles had risen from the water below, each limb the diameter of a basketball. The suckered arms reached up in between the Labradors’ spread legs, where the pointed tip of one of the tentacles fondled the folds of Leon’s prolapse—the other tentacle did the same for Caleb, softly rubbing the boy’s wet, sensitive flesh. The cephalopod teased its thralls, coaxing even more lustful moans from them as they kissed…before its tentacles pushed, gently shoving the canines’ prolapses back up into their asses…and pushed even further.

Squiiiiish! Squelch!

The tentacles wetly and slickly penetrated Leon and Caleb’s slack anuses, rising up more to impale them completely.

As they kissed, the two dogs blissfully moaned in unison, eager to have their master filling them once again. Leon thrust his hips forward and Caleb squirmed while the girthy tentacles slithered their ways through their rectums, into their colons…deeper and deeper, up into their intestines. Sphincters stretched and stomachs began to bulge as the tentacles twisted and turned to follow and fill the canines’ natural plumbing, but Leon and Caleb went on kissing, not even registering any possible discomfort.

The cephalopod kept going; its suckers wetly popped and squelched through the loose rings of Leon and Caleb’s dilated sphincters, and its tentacles formed larger and larger bulges in the Labradors’ guts as the thick limbs wound back and forth through the labyrinth of the dogs’ intestinal digestive tracts. Leon and Caleb huffed and groaned like bitches in heat when the tentacles finally entered their stomachs, and their tails wagged happily as the cephalopod’s firm yet flexible limbs further filled their bellies, stretching the digestive chambers taut…before the creature pressed up even more, into Leon and Caleb’s esophaguses.

Still passionately kissing, Leon and Caleb lightly convulsed and heaved as the tentacles traveled upwards in their throats; under normal circumstances, both dogs would have been gagging and retching in discomfort, feeling like they were about to hurl. But, brainless and hypnotized as they were, Leon and Caleb mindlessly luxuriated in the vomiting sensation that rose in their chests…gurgled its way up into their necks, which bulged and stretched with the fat columns that filled them…and finally, both dogs happily spluttered and coughed when the tips of the tentacles pushed out of their throats.

“Glug! Glrk!” Caleb choked as he squirmed in delight.

“Hmph—mglg! Hlk!” Leon moaned and hacked.

The cephalopod kept going; its thick, rubbery arms spread the canines’ pharyngeal walls as they disgorged themselves from Leon and Caleb’s gullets, and the large suckers popped softly as they groped the dogs’ tongues and the roofs of their mouths. As the tentacle in Leon’s mouth slithered towards his jaw, so too did the appendage in Caleb’s muzzle—in short order, the Labradors weren’t just suckling on each others’ tongues, but also on the tentacles that had impaled them all the way through.

But the cephalopod didn’t stop there. As its thralls went on kissing, the massive sea creature pushed its tentacles closer together, sliding deeper into Leon and Caleb’s asses and farther out of their throats…and past the canines’ lips. Wet with bile, drool, and slime, the slick and glistening tentacles slid over one another in the connected chamber of Leon and Caleb’s muzzles. The limbs rubbed together and sensually twisting into a tight, fleshy double helix, which father and son nursed on as they kissed…before the tentacles began moving in opposite directions. The arm that had impaled Leon ass-first now headed for the already-occupied entrance of Caleb’s esophagus, just as the tentacle that had emerged from Caleb’s throat now crept towards Leon’s tonsils…and both tentacles pressed further, sliding into the stretched sphincters of the Labradors’ throats.

Both canines whined at the strain on their jaws—at their tips, the tapered tentacles were as thick as Leon’s wrist, but they quickly swelled in width to the diameter of basketballs, and both Labradors had their ligaments stretched to the absolute limit, but the cephalopod paid no mind to the struggles of its thralls, which it watched with its six dark eyes. The creature kept pushing with the obvious intention of totally hollowing out the two dogs, and neither Leon nor Caleb could even consider resisting their master—father and son tried maintaining their kiss as best as they could as they limply accepted the leviathan’s gift of having their throats, stomachs, and intestines doubly-stretched. Leon’s paunch was thoroughly distended as the cephalopod’s tentacles wriggled through his gut, and Caleb’s belly swelled with the mass of both limbs filling him; both dogs panted and grunted in pleasure…and moaned lewdly when the tips of the tentacles emerged from their asses at last, pushing their prolapses out once again as the tentacles spiraled around the girthy limbs that had initially speared into the two canines.

With both ends of its slaves thoroughly stuffed, one might have thought that the cephalopod was satisfied, but the creature still had other orifices to fill and bodily cavities to enlarge. Another rope-like tentacle began by forcing its way into Leon’s ass and following the path of his stretched and packed digestive tract, slimily slithering all the way up into the older Labrador’s mouth, though instead of creeping into Caleb’s throat, the new tendril slipped out from between Leon’s lips, wound its way around the younger Labrador’s neck, down along the boy’s torso…and down to Caleb’s groin. Caleb huffed with pleasure as the tentacle encircled the base of his still-stiff cock, spiraling up around his erection, and then he grunted when the cephalopod’s feeler pressed into his urethra and slid into his urinary tract. Another tentacle—this one as thick as Caleb’s fist—joined the limb in the boy’s urethra, wetly squelching through his meatus and making his cock swell.

Leon and Caleb gurgled and writhed; their bodies were being tested to the extreme, but despite the incredible strain on their muscles and soft tissues, the two canines were in sheer ecstasy, blissed out beyond reckoning by their master’s stimulation.

Water gushed from the cephalopod’s siphon again, a sign of the creature’s delight with its thralls, and it carried on with its task of hollowing out the Labradors it had impaled on its tentacles. Another sizeable tendril rose up from the water and aimed for Caleb’s left ear flap—the suckered appendage nimbly crept under the furred flap and wetly squished into the boy’s ear canal, stretching the tight tunnel that led into Caleb’s slime-filled head.

“Mmmgh! Hmmmm…” Caleb sighed contentedly as his master probed deeper and deeper into his ear, savoring the tickling sensation of the cephalopod’s suckers grinding against the soft and sensitive inner lining of his ear canal. “Mmngh!”

Caleb jolted and shuddered when the tentacle popped through his loosened eardrum, and the cephalopod sank its limb all the way into the fluid-filled space of his skull. The tentacle curled in on itself, forming a cantaloupe-sized mass to push and press against the solid inner walls of Caleb’s cranial cavity…before the feeler’s tip ventured even further, making for the opposite side of the boy’s head. The tentacle pressed against the narrow aural aperture, seeking exit…and, with another pleasured grunt from Caleb, the tip popped through, entering the boy’s right ear and snaking its way out through the canal…until it emerged from under the young Labrador’s ear flap.

Caleb moaned and involuntarily went cross-eyed at the euphoric feeling of having his head threaded by his master’s tentacle. He huffed and bucked his hips as the suckers continued grinding against him, and the tendril slid further and further, then curled towards his muzzle…and squeezed itself into the mass of tentacles already filling his mouth and throat.

Sqlk! Glk! Shlk!

Slathered with spit and slime, the tentacles sliding and pumping against each other created wet, lewd sounds, sounds that made Leon and Caleb crave their master’s touch inside them even more—the cephalopod fulfilled the younger Labrador’s request first, digging down into the boy with the tentacle it had used to fill Caleb’s head. The tentacle largely followed the same path that the other limbs had widened within Caleb’s body, although it diverted when it reached into the boy’s groin, seeking out and penetrating the ducts that led into the young Labrador’s bladder.

“Mmmngh! Glg…hhhmmmlg…” Caleb drooled and mumbled wordlessly as the tentacle that had entered his bladder pushed its way further through his anatomy, forcing itself into his prostate to join the other tendrils that were abusing the sensitive gland already. The tentacle kept going, sliding further down the boy’s stretched urethra and following the natural flow of Caleb’s bodily plumbing…and it exited at last through the canine’s meatus, where it wriggled seductively and disgorged itself further as it began to reach upward again.

The cephalopod curled the tentacle around Leon’s torso, sliding even more of it into Caleb in order to extend the long feeler. Leon grunted and moaned as his master’s tendril (which had slithered through his son) coiled upward around his waist, his bloated stomach, his bulky chest, and his bulging neck…and then the older Labrador squirmed in pleasure when the tip of the tentacle slipped under the flap of his right ear.

“Hmmmngh…hmmmph…” Leon panted while the cephalopod gave him the same treatment it had given Caleb.

The creature pushed its questing appendage deep into Leon’s ear canal, roto-rootering its way through the tight tunnel and widening the narrow passage in the process. Leon grunted softly and he shivered when the tendril plunged into his slime-filled skull, and, like it had done for Caleb, the cephalopod coiled its tentacle in a way to press against the inside of the older Labrador’s head. After a few moments of pushing and testing the limits of Leon’s cranium, the cephalopod resumed moving its tentacle towards an exit, although this time it didn’t go for the canine’s left ear. Instead, the creature adroitly navigated Leon’s cranial anatomy to push into his nasal cavity…and then backwards and down to connect into the dog’s nasopharynx, before ultimately exiting through Leon’s tentacle-stuffed muzzle.

Leon grunted breathlessly as the tendril loosely wrapped around his snout before slipping down along his body again; the older Labrador bucked and writhed in the cephalopod’s grip, still desperate for more of his master’s deeply penetrating touch…which the creature granted when the tip of its tentacle silkily slipped into Leon’s urethra. The canine gurgled and groaned as his cock was sounded by the thick and flexible limb, and Leon huffed when two more tentacles joined in, penetrating his urethra alongside the appendage that had first burrowed through his son.

Having utterly impaled its thralls on its tentacles, the cephalopod spent the next few minutes pushing and stretching with its limbs, working Leon and Caleb’s bodily cavities to make them even looser and roomier.

At the same time, the creature was busy completing an important task within its own body—if a malacologist had been able to get an X-ray view of the cephalopod’s mantle, they would have been fascinated to see an enormous, enclosed sac filled with hundreds upon hundreds of soft, gelatinous, translucent white eggs, each one the approximate size and shape of an olive. What was more, there were tubules that connected the egg sac to the creature’s milking tentacles, which now ferried the large sperm packets it had collected from Leon and Caleb—the semi-solid globules of genetic material pumped along the ducts in a kind of peristaltic motion, sliding further and further…until they entered the organic chamber. Enzymes in the egg sac immediately dissolved the adhesive proteins binding the billiard ball-sized globules of Labrador sperm together, allowing the reproductive cells to disperse in a faintly milky white haze to fertilize the cephalopod’s eggs.

Without even knowing it, Leon and Caleb had effectively sired another generation of the cephalopod’s offspring. However, the only genetic traits the two Labradors would pass on would be those related to intelligence and behavior, a measly 0.1% of the genes that the cephalopod’s young required—yet, it was the last set of genes needed to kickstart their gestation, and molluscan zygotic cells immediately began to form, divide, and multiply within their eggs the instant that Leon and Caleb’s sperm connected with them.

The cephalopod quivered all over; the papillae in its skin created spikes and indentations, and its chromatophores produced radiant hues of blue, green, and yellow, signaling its excitement as its eggs were fertilized. All the while, the creature continued hollowing out the two Labradors in its multi-armed grip, stretching the pliable canines as much as it could. Its tentacles thrust back and forth with wet, sloppy schlorps and schlops—as the cephalopod moved its limbs, the seawater around it sloshed and frothed, making even more waves. It went on pumping its tentacles with gusto, snaking them in and out of Leon and Caleb with the power and finesse of a plumber snaking a twisted pipe; more and more mucus-like secretions flooded the canines’ internal cavities in addition to the cephalopod’s girthy limbs, filling them to the point that copious drippings of slime began oozing from every orifice Leon and Caleb had.

The Labradors huffed and moaned as their master’s fluids seeped from their nostrils, mouths, asses, urethras, and ears, and even the corners of their eyes. They grunted lewdly and did their utmost to grind against one another, to grind against the tentacles between them. Father and son mindlessly reveled in the abject pleasure that flowed through them, and their breathless grunts mixed with the continuous schlorp-schlop-schlorp-schlop of the cephalopod’s full-body fucking. Leon and Caleb sweat profusely as they twitched and spasmed from the overwhelming stimulation. Toes spread and curled, chests heaved, anal sphincters spasmed, tails wagged furiously, and legs shook with powerful tremors while the two canines were hollowed out completely and their guts were lubricated with more of their master’s viscous secretions. It went on and on, on and on, seemingly with no end in sight…

Until, eventually, the colors in the cephalopod’s skin faded and the rough and bumpy textures receded into its smooth, rubbery flesh. The mad, vigorous thrusting slowed to a stop, the churning seawater settled to its more sedately rolling waves, and Leon and Caleb hung motionless in their master’s grip, simply huffing and puffing to catch their breath…before the tentacles in their bodies began to unwind, uncurl, and retract from their thoroughly widened innards.

“Hmmmmngh!”

“Hngfff! Glngggff!”

The two dogs moaned as they writhed and convulsed while the cephalopod slowly dragged its limbs from their abused bodies. One by one, tentacle after tentacle slithered backwards through Leon and Caleb, methodically extracted in a way that ensured the maximum amount of pleasure for the Labradors. Caleb sighed contentedly throughout the process, as did his father; their stomachs gradually shrank in size, their jaws hung slack, the blissfully stuffed sensation in their heads receded, and their loosened anuses gaped wide as the cephalopod pulled out of them completely. If they’d had higher cognitive function, Leon and Caleb would have felt distinctly empty and deflated, like a couple balloons that had been stretched to the limit and were left limply sagging. But in their current state, as they hung in the flexible arms that held them up in the air, all the two canines felt was a compelling hunger to be full again, a deep-seated ache in the roots of their souls to be absolutely bloated with their master’s tentacles in them once more.

Fortunately for Leon and Caleb, the cephalopod seemed more than willing to sate their appetites. The creature had lowered the thick, suckered tentacles it had used to hollow out its thralls, letting the limbs rest in the water, but now it raised four pairs of thinner, mottled purple and teal arms. Each of the eight smooth tendrils was uniformly the diameter of a raspberry and tipped with an oblong bulb no wider than a cherry—they were a stark contrast in girth compared to the significantly thicker tentacles the creature had used only moments ago on Leon and Caleb. However, a malacologist would have easily recognized that these new tentacles weren’t for gripping, pulling, or widening: They were ovipositors, perfectly suited for depositing clutches of eggs within whatever safe, narrow crevice or cavity the creature chose to host its offspring, and each one had a direct connection to the cephalopod’s internal egg sac.

The ovipositors throbbed as the cephalopod guided them to its targets, as if the somewhat phallic tendrils were pulsing with their own arousals. The oblong bulbs at their tips (almost resembling the domed head of a penis’s glans) were adorned with vertical, lip-like slits, which winked and spasmed with excited muscle contractions; thick mucus had already begun to drip from the orifices, making the wet tendrils glisten even more as if they were coated with precum. Farther down the lengths of the ovipositors, however, lime-sized lumps were beginning to filter into the organic tubing, visibly stretching the tentacles’ flexible tissues as they filled the pliable canals within.

But before the cephalopod’s ovipositors connected with the openings they sought, the creature manipulated Leon and Caleb with the tentacles it was using to hold their wrists, ankles, waists, and necks. Smoothly and easily, the creature pressed Caleb’s back to Leon’s stomach, allowing father and son to have the intimate body contact that they still subconsciously craved. Caleb shuddered as his dad’s belly filled the subtle curve in the small of his back, and Leon huffed happily when he felt his son’s weight on top of him.

Maintaining its grip on the Labradors, the cephalopod let Leon embrace Caleb from behind, and the older canine immediately kissed the side of his son’s neck before meeting the boy in a tender, passionate kiss. Suspended in the air with his father spooning him, Caleb turned his head to the side for the best possible angle to make contact with Leon’s lips and tongue, and he moaned as he heatedly made out with his old man. Leon’s member protruded between Caleb’s legs, beneath the boy’s swollen testicles, and he murmured wordlessly into his son’s muzzle while he affectionately raked his fingers through the fur on Caleb’s chest and stomach. Caleb, in turn, wriggled delightedly against his father, trying to get even closer to him—if he could have, he would have pressed himself into Leon’s body.

With the two canines happily kissing and cuddling in its grip, the cephalopod approached with its throbbing, drooling ovipositors—one of the wet and slimy tendrils made contact with the tip of Caleb’s cock, just as another touched upon the head of Leon’s member. Both tentacles pushed at the canines’ meatuses…and effortlessly slipped inside their cocks, where they slithered into Leon and Caleb’s urethras…and down to their prostates. Neither Leon nor Caleb so much as flinched as the ovipositors wormed their ways into their spermatic cords, their anatomies had been stretched so much.

Leon’s ass received another ovipositor, as did Caleb’s, and the two dogs shivered as their master’s questing limbs invaded their loosened innards and lodged themselves deep in their emptied intestines.

Father and son went on kissing, even as an ovipositor squirmed past Caleb’s lips and another slipped into Leon’s muzzle; the canines gurgled and spluttered softly when the ovipositors sank into their esophaguses and settled in their stomachs, but Leon and Caleb didn’t stop passionately making out, not even for a moment.

They did, however, moan into each others’ mouths when the final pair of ovipositors popped into their ear canals and entered their slime-filled heads. Caleb shuddered and his father held him tightly, and their tails wagged as they continued making out and tenderly spooning.

Even though the ovipositors were vastly thinner than the tentacles that the cephalopod had used previously to hollow out Leon and Caleb, the two dogs were enraptured by the quasi-orgasmic feeling of having their master in them again. However, that was nothing compared to what came next.

The lime-sized lumps currently stored in the ovipositors began to slide downward, pushed along their way by smooth, undulating muscle contractions within the flexible tentacles. The lumps glided through the narrow yet stretchy canals inside the ovipositors, making the cephalopod’s supple flesh ripple and warp almost hypnotically. More slime issued forth from the lip-like orifices at the ends of the tentacles lodged in Leon and Caleb, lubricating their anatomies and internal membranes with more slick mucus…and then…

“Mmmmm!”

“Fffmmmmphhh!”

The Labradors moaned and trembled in unison as the first of the lumps pressed into their ears, their urethras, their asses, and their throats…stretched the bulbs at the ends of the ovipositors…and smoothly plopped out into the two canines. Father and son twitched and spasmed as their cocks jerked and flexed involuntarily, their intense arousal beyond anything they’d experienced before. If there was any cum left in their testicles, Leon and Caleb would have ejaculated hard from the stimulation of being impregnated with their master’s eggs. However, instead of pushing out a single egg, the cephalopod’s roe emerged in clusters. Each oblong ovum was as large as a fully ripe olive, but they were coated in proteins and mucuses that bound them together in sticky globs the size of jumbo chicken eggs.

Inside Leon and Caleb’s heads, the first clump of eggs gently dropped to the floor of their skulls, settling in their noggins while another cluster immediately plopped out of the ovipositors and sank down next to the first globs of cephalopod roe. More clumps of eggs quickly followed, spilling out of the ovipositors and quickly inundating the Labradors’ slime-filled skulls with the creature’s offspring.

Meanwhile, Leon and Caleb’s members bulged as more and more of the lime-sized lumps entered their urethras, following the paths of the ovipositors through their anatomies. In their spermatic cords, their master’s eggs smoothly popped out of the ovipositors and passed through the branching tubules that the cephalopod had created while modifying Leon and Caleb’s masculinities. The eggs squeezed through the tight yet elastic apertures and dropped into the hydroceles of the canines’ scrotal sacs, nestling against Leon and Caleb’s testicles. More and more eggs followed suit, pushing through the narrow tunnels and cramming into the pouches of the dogs’ scrotums, filling whatever space wasn’t occupied…before even more roe joined in, stretching Leon and Caleb’s ball sacs further. Where before it looked like father and son had each been carrying a pair of lemons between their legs, their scrotums steadily swelled and ballooned in size thanks to all the eggs filling them, until Leon and Caleb appeared to be endowed with a pair of cantaloupes that hung from their groins.

When their taut and stretched scrotums could take no more, the ovipositors retracted from their spermatic cords and rerouted through Leon and Caleb’s urethras, easily pushing into the canines’ bladders. More clutches of eggs filled the empty urinary chambers to the brim, and in short order Leon and Caleb felt their navels swell as if they were in the early stages of pregnancy.

Their guts received a similar treatment—cluster after cluster of oversized molluscan eggs filled their intestines. Leon and Caleb convulsed with pleasure at the sensation of the lumps sliding through the ovipositors that had snaked into their asses, and father and son moaned while each gooey, sticky glob of eggs popped out into them. There wasn’t a single nook or cranny in their intestines that wasn’t stuffed with thick clusters of cephalopod roe—it was a good thing the creature had hollowed out the Labradors to make plenty of room for its offspring, because more eggs kept popping out of the ovipositors in an unending stream. As the cephalopod discharged the bulky, gummy clots of its eggs, Caleb felt his father’s stomach swell against his back and Leon growled happily when he felt his son’s belly begin to bulge under his hands.

At the same time, the cephalopod pumped more and more eggs down its thralls’ throats. Leon and Caleb went on mindlessly kissing as best as they could, although they involuntarily swallowed and gulped with each clump of eggs that smoothly passed into their esophaguses and down their throats. The ovipositors occupying their upper digestive tracts deposited the fertilized eggs in their stomachs, dropping who knew how many soft, squishy, olive-sized ova into the organic chambers. While the two dogs kept swallowing the roe their master gave them without a care in the world, a biologist would have been fascinated to examine the proteins in each egg’s outermost layer, which were perfectly suited to counteract any and all forms of digestive acid. There wasn’t a chance whatsoever that Leon and Caleb’s bodies would be able to break down and absorb the eggs for their nutrients, and the embryonic cephalopods wouldn’t just grow within the warm and moist confines of the two dogs bodies, but flourish.

In effect, with every cluster of eggs that the cephalopod pumped into the two Labradors, Leon and Caleb were being turned into nothing more than a couple of incubators for their master’s offspring.

“Mmmm! Hmmmmph!”

“Hnnngh…huuuuuuunghhh…”

Leon and Caleb moaned and groaned in ecstasy as the cephalopod topped them up with as many eggs as it could cram into them. Leon huffed at the satisfyingly full feeling in his head now that his skull was packed to the limit with roe, and Caleb grunted happily at the deliciously bloated sensation in his torso and testicles—both Labradors were supremely gravid, heavy and fit to burst with the cephalopod’s young. Though as incredibly bloated and stuffed as the canines felt, they only registered pleasure. Their bellies were taut as drum skins, their guts swollen almost beyond recognition, their heads utterly congested, their bladders ready to pop, and their scrotums engorged while their testicles were compressed tight with all the additional eggs squeezing in on them. If father and son had still been in possession of their full mental faculties, they would have been howling in misery at the feeling of being overstuffed. But brainless and hypnotized idiots that they were, Leon and Caleb went on kissing and squirming enthusiastically against one another, lapping hungrily at each others’ tongues while their tails wagged happily. They were completely blissed out not only by their intimate body contact and passionate expressions of love, but also by the prospect of having their master use them for such an important purpose as broodhosts.

The cephalopod allowed its thralls to continue making out as it stopped the flow of eggs and retracted its ovipositors. It had deposited hundreds of embryos into the Labradors, barely making a dent in the thousands upon thousands of roe it still had stored in its internal egg sac, but there would be time enough for the cephalopod to give its hypnotized slaves more of its young once the first batch had finished gestating within its newly-minted canine incubators.

With soft, wet sucking sounds, the ovipositors withdrew from the orifices they had penetrated, and the cephalopod pulled its delicate tendrils back into its body while it gently lowered Leon and Caleb at last. The two canines continued kissing as they dipped back into the shallow waves; they managed to kneel on the sand while the salty water lapped at their thighs, and Caleb scooted in a heavy, lumbering fashion to face his father and kiss him even better. The tentacles holding Leon and his son uncurled from their wrists, ankles, legs, waists, and necks, releasing the Labradors, though they were hardly “free”.

Still totally enslaved to their master’s will and loaded up with the cephalopod’s offspring, Leon and Caleb simply went on kissing and cuddling in the waves. They made no moves at all to try to run away, they couldn’t—without the cephalopod guiding their actions, father and son were completely helpless, little more than husks. Happy husks, to be sure, but literally dumber than sacks of rocks nonetheless. So, they joyously stroked each others’ gravid bellies and cradled their engorged scrotums; they held each others’ stiff members tightly and squeezed their knots; they ran their hands over every square centimeter of each other, embracing fiercely while they kept their lips locked and their tongues twisted together…

Until another subliminal signal commanded them to stop. Leon broke the wet, drool-laden kiss with his son, and he and Caleb turned to watch the cephalopod shift and adjust itself in the water. As it had reared up earlier to consume the Labradors’ brains, the mighty creature pushed itself into position to expose the pale-teal underside of its mantle once again. In the center of the space where the dozens of tentacles branched from the cephalopod’s body, its black-and-brown beak emerged from under a fold of flesh…and the great, keratinous structure opened, yawning wide to reveal the awe-inspiring vista of its gaping maw.

Big enough to engulf a large powerboat, the cephalopod’s mouth loomed before Leon and Caleb like the entrance to an enormous cavern, dwarfing the two Labradors in the water. They had seen the imposing and grand sight earlier when their master had devoured their brains, but Leon and Caleb still stared slack-jawed in amazement at the fleshy red chamber that had opened in front of them. Rows upon rows of soft, pale yellow, cartilaginous spikes that resembled teeth protruded from the cephalopod’s gums, all of them dripping with thick strands of saliva, and they smoothly rotated, unfurling towards the Labradors in a gesture of welcome. At the back of the cephalopd’s mouth, the pharyngeal muscles relaxed, allowing Leon and Caleb a view of the creature’s vast esophagus—the opening resembled the entrance to a wide, fleshy slide, a wet and hungry tunnel lined with a gorgeously slimy and red membrane that quickly gave way to the dark chasm that stretched onward out of sight. It beckoned both Labradors, enticing father and son to crawl in and slip away in its depths, to let their master hide them away from the rest of the world. It would provide a new home for them, a special and secret place where they could be safe, secure, and together always.

“Hrrrrghlrrrrrrrghlrrrrrrrgh…”

A resonant, rumbling, gurgling growl emanated from the cephalopod’s throat, a gentle bellow that was strong enough to make the creature’s entire maw vibrate, and with it came a rush of stinking breath that washed over Leon and Caleb.

The Labradors wagged their tails even harder with glee—a regular person would have been horrified by the sight and smell of the monstrous and reeking mouth, but for Leon and Caleb, it was as if they were on the threshold of a cathedral, somewhere holy, sacred, and beautiful beyond belief. The leviathan’s maw inspired a sublime sense of belonging, of peace, of sheer bliss…it was a place where they wanted to be more than anywhere else in the world, so long as they were never apart from each other.

And, as if in answer to their hypnotized desires, another subliminal signal entered their heads, compelling Leon to turn to his son, smile, and nod—it was time.

The older canine pushed himself to his feet, unsteady and wobbling now that he had a new center of gravity thanks to all the eggs he was bearing. When he managed to get his footing in the shifting sand, Leon helped Caleb up, supporting the boy before they trudged together to the rim of the cephalopod’s waiting maw.

Carefully, Caleb stepped up and over the edge of the creature’s lower beak, placing his paw on the soft and squishy inner membrane of the cephalopod’s oral cavity. It was wet and slick beneath his pads, and the cephalopod rumbled again as the boy entered its mouth.

“Hrrrrghlrrrrrrrghlrrrrrrrgh…”

Leon helpfully pushed while holding his son’s hand, assisting Caleb from behind, until the young Labrador was standing by himself in the creature’s jaws. Following his master’s mentally broadcasted commands, Caleb sank to his knees, keeping his gaze on Leon. The older Labrador watched the boy then turn to get on his back in a supine position—thanks to all the eggs he was carrying now, Caleb moved slowly and laboriously, almost cautiously. His severely pregnant belly and testicles swayed and wobbled, but he managed to lie down with his feet pointing towards the cephalopod’s open throat and with his back resting on top of one of the soft cartilaginous spikes. Drool seeped from tiny salivary glands around the boy, while more strands of spit dripped from the roof of the cephalopod’s cavernous mouth.

Settled in position now, Caleb tilted his head up and back to look at his father, eyes ablaze with excitement and passionate fervor. His stiff cock bounced and flexed against his taut stomach, signaling his arousal and anticipation about what was to come next. Leon took a moment to simply drink in the sight of his son resting comfortably in their master’s maw, ready and waiting to be devoured…before he returned Caleb’s gaze.

Another signal flashed through the scant amounts of slime that was still in the Labradors’ heads, compelling them to speak.

“I love you, kiddo,” Leon murmured, his voice soft yet almost choked up with how much strong emotion he put into his words.

“Love you, too, Dad,” Caleb replied, his heart hammering in his chest with such deep feeling.

There was no need for further verbal communication between father and son, not to express how much they adored each other. They’d made such sweet and tender love with their bodies, with their very souls, and now they were about to embark on a whole new journey together—even if they’d had their brains, it would have been impossible for Leon and Caleb to find the words to declare just how much they cared for one another.

And so, all Leon could do for the moment was smile warmly at his son…and then lean down as best as he could (squatting slightly to accommodate his own gravid belly and fattened scrotum) to plant an upside-down kiss on Caleb’s lips. Their tongues briefly lapped against each other and there was time for one more soft moan, one last shared instance of intimacy…before Caleb was pulled away.

The cartilaginous spikes in the cephalopod’s mouth rippled and undulated, ferrying the boy away from his father and breaking the Labradors’ kiss. The pliable yet firm structures worked in harmony, passing Caleb from row to row of spikes and conveying him deeper into the cephalopod’s maw, gently guiding him closer and closer to the destination that awaited him. Leon kept his eyes on Caleb’s the whole time, watching with a swell of paternal pride and so much love for his son that he felt like his heart was about to burst. Although, brainless as he was, a deep, intrinsic part of Leon was agonized by seeing his boy move farther and farther away from him—if the older Labrador had had any mental autonomy left, he would have wished that he could be right there by Caleb’s side, that he could be carried along on his master’s spikes with his son so he wouldn’t be alone, so they could be consumed together. But Leon’s parental instincts were placated by the cephalopod’s powerful mental signals. If a hypnotist had been doing the same job on Leon, he would have been droning, “Don’t worry, you’ll join him soon—you have another task to complete for me before you’ll see your son again.”

Leon stood there, watching intently as Caleb subtly rose and fell with the gentle undulations of the cephalopod’s soft, teeth-like spikes. The boy relaxed and let the dexterous structures carry him deeper, farther inward…until he was on the threshold of the leviathan’s esophagus. Caleb sighed blissfully…and with a sucking schlorp, he slid feet-first into the creature’s gullet. His legs slipped down and out of sight first, then his bloated scrotum, stiff cock, and waist…his swollen stomach disappeared next, along with the rest of his torso and arms…and then his shoulders and head went into the black, as if he’d fallen down into a well.

It happened almost too quickly for Leon to visually process—one moment, he could still see his son, and then the next, Caleb had been consumed. He was gone without a trace, save for a wet gurgle from the cephalopod’s throat. The cephalopod’s pharyngeal muscles contracted and convulsed with the smooth motion of a gulp, then relaxed again; the pup was on his way to his final destination somewhere in the gargantuan maze of the leviathan’s body.

Again, on that low, instinctual level in Leon’s (stretched) gut, there was a momentary pang of sadness. His body recognized that his son had just been devoured as easily and as casually as a whale gulping down a krill, that Caleb would never again see the light of day…and that he was now alone without his boy by his side. But it was a flash of emotion that vanished as quickly as it had come—Leon was secure in the knowledge that he would be reunited with his son soon, he just had one more thing to do.

Following his master’s subliminal orders, Leon turned away from the cephalopod's now-empty mouth and slowly sloshed through the waves back to the sandy shore. The beach was still completely empty, not a single soul had come wandering through the mangrove trees or stumbled across the isolated cove at the far end of the peninsula—the only signs of life at all were the two pairs of sunglasses that had belonged to the Labradors and the drybag that contained their personal effects, all dropped when Caleb had been playfully running away from Leon prior to their encounter with the cephalopod.

The older canine trudged through the shallow surf and headed for the abandoned drybag; behind him, the cephalopod had closed its cavernous mouth and settled comfortably on its tentacles and the base of its mantle once more to watch Leon carry out its orders.

Moving with purpose (albeit slowly due to being severely pregnant now), Leon waddled over to the two pairs of discarded sunglasses and picked them up before he crouched down to grab the drybag. Sitting on his knees, he opened the satchel and dropped the sunglasses inside before he rifled through the bag’s contents, feeling his way through the two pairs of swim trunks, water bottles, and keys…until his fingers met the solid rectangle of his phone. Leon pulled out the device and unlocked it; even though his brain had been removed and his skull was full of cephalopod eggs, the remaining slime in his head still gave him enough cognitive power to use technology (as directed by his master).

The dog navigated to the messenger app on his phone and, at the cephalopod’s behest, composed a new message using the contact information he’d received from Thomas, the Great Dane he and Caleb had had the pleasure of meeting earlier that afternoon.

Hey there! Can’t stop thinking about how much fun we had—my boy’s still talking about how much he loved getting fucked by you, TJ, and Gage.

Leon fired off the message and remained on his knees, patiently waiting while the waves continued lapping against the shore behind him.

Two miles back up along Hadley Beach, Thomas was reclining in his folding chair, listening to the waves and basking in the sun while he recovered from the little performance he and Gage had just put on for a group of spectators in the public restroom by the boardwalk. It had been 20 minutes since he’d emerged from the bathroom with cum leaking from his gaping and stretched ass, and his back still ached from having had to support his pet Great Dane’s weight for so long as Gage had mounted and bred him. Lying in his chair now, Thomas sighed contentedly and relaxed with his eyes closed, while Gage rested next to him with his head on Thomas’s thigh; Gage’s snout, however, was occupied with rooting around in his owner’s crotch, and the Great Dane licked Thomas’s manhood with long and lazy strokes of his tongue. Thomas’s semi-chub was halfway out of his sheath, twitching and throbbing under Gage’s ministrations, and even though his eyes were closed, the Great Dane had a feeling that he was attracting some attention from other curious beachgoers watching his pet dog slurp and nuzzle his balls and member.

However, Thomas’s eyes opened when he heard a familiar chiming tone, and he plucked his phone from the side pouch of his folding chair. His eyebrows rose in surprise and delight when he saw the text message from Leon, and he quickly fired off a reply.

Hey big guy! Was just thinking about you, too; loved dropping a load in you and your kid. Definitely down to play again sometime soon.

Back at the secluded cove, Leon, under the cephalopod’s control, immediately responded:

If the three of you are still on the beach, Cal and I found a perfect spot for you to join us! We’re getting frisky again and would enjoy some company. It’s a cove at the south end of the beach, beyond the mangrove trees. Nice and private.

Sounds very fun! Yeah, we’re still around, got Gage here with me now—we’re just cooling off after some shenanigans. Here, get a load of this.

Thomas selected the newest video in his media gallery and sent it in another message to Leon.

If the old Labrador had any cognitive abilities when he played the video he’d just received, he would have fully appreciated the clip featuring Thomas and Gage. Instead, Leon watched with unfocused eyes, not absorbing or processing a second of Thomas’s video, which had been recorded in a sleazy public bathroom that was clearly a cruising spot for thousands of prior hookups. To anyone with a brain in their head, it was obvious that the facility hadn’t been cleaned in years, as gross stains and lewd graffiti littered the wall, the toilets were utterly filthy, and the tiled floors were sandy and grimy. Someone else was holding the camera, as it was trained on Thomas, who was on his hands and knees on the dirty floor and was getting aggressively fucked by his pet dog. Gage’s forepaws were locked around Thomas’s torso, and his hips pumped furiously while his knot slapped hard against his owner’s ass. The cameraman zoomed in to get a good view of Gage’s stiff and bulbous member quickly pistoning in and out of Thomas’s rear—the red, veiny shaft glistened with a mix of lube and spit, and Gage’s swollen knot was visibly throbbing. The feral Great Dane’s hefty balls rapidly swung back and forth beneath him in time with his frantic humping, and Thomas was bracing himself as best as he could while his own stiff cock bobbed and bounced with the force of Gage’s thrusts.

Whoever had been recording the video also included another six men in the frame, all of them standing around Thomas and Gage to watch—the cameraman only captured the spectators from below their waists, keeping them anonymous, although two of the men (a tiger and a horse) had dropped their shorts completely and were stroking their cocks. The four other men (a raccoon, a wolf, a bull, and a fox) sported obvious erections in their swim trunks and thongs, and the raccoon and fox groped the bulges in each others’ bathing suits as they watched the show in front of them. Thomas moaned and Gage growled as he went on fucking, and the phone recorded a few lustful comments from the onlookers.

“Daaaamn, look at ‘em go…”

“Shit yeah, breed that ass, boy.”

“Man, you’re a nasty fucker, love gettin’ railed by your dog, don’t you?”

“Aah! Aaaah! Mngh, yes!” Thomas had grunted in reply to the last comment.

It didn’t take much time for Gage to shove his knot into his owner’s ass with a loud pop, and Thomas howled while the tiger in the background shot his load on the grimy bathroom floor.

The video ended with a view of Gage tied with Thomas, and another message from the Great Dane appeared on Leon’s phone.

He’s definitely ready for another round; do you want his sloppy seconds?

Absolutely—and Cal wants to pump a load into your boy while you watch. Can you bring him, too?

Mmm, would love to see that! Although TJ went off with some new friends, I think he’s having some fun in the parking lot right now haha. Let me check…

Thomas swapped over from his conversation with Leon to the thread he had with his son, and he fired off a new message to TJ:

What’s the story bud? All good?

Thomas waited a few moments for a response, which he shortly received in the form of a picture from his son: A selfie of TJ on his knees and flashing a toothy, happy-go-lucky smile with three enormous, dripping splatters of cum on his snout and forehead.

Thomas replied with a laughing emoji before sending a follow-up message:

Beautiful! You free to come back? Those Labradors we met earlier want to get together for some more fun.

Would love to! But think I’m gonna pass—just met up with this group of gorilla daddies who want to pass me around.

Thomas grinned as he send his one-word response:

Silverbacks?

TJ replied with a starstruck emoji, which prompted a chuckle from the older Great Dane.

Atta boy, they’ll treat you right, although let me know if you need your old man to step in.

Thomas then switched back over to his conversation with Leon to send a follow-up message:

Yeah, he’s a little tied up at the moment—are you and your boy OK to settle for just me and Gage?

Back at the cove, another command from the cephalopod was broadcast into Leon’s head, and the Labrador typed up his response:

I think I’ve got just the thing to persuade him to come with you. One sec…

After sending the message, Leon, still holding his phone, turned around to face the cephalopod in the water. He switched over to his camera app and pointed his phone at the giant creature looming out of the surf, ready to record.

The chromatophores in the cephalopod’s skin smoothly transitioned from teal with purple and green mottling to pale blue with hypnotic, multi-colored patterns that swirled across its mantle and tentacles, similar to the display it had used to initially mesmerize Leon and Caleb. As stripes, circles, and ripples of color danced across the creature’s skin, it started swaying and curling its tendrils in a beautifully rhythmic fashion that naturally captivated and enchanted any who saw the cephalopod.

Leon tapped the red square on his phone’s screen to start capturing video. He made sure to zoom in on the strobing bursts of saturated and vibrant color and pulsating textures that rose and fell and rose again on the cephalopod’s skin; he followed the tentacles that effortlessly and lazily trailed their way through the air in a way that would have gotten anyone cross-eyed within moments of watching; and he took special care to zoom in on the cephalopod’s eyes, those all-consuming black voids with their stunning eclipse-like pupils, the deep and unfathomable gaze that beckoned anyone watching to look closer and lose themselves in the tranquil seas of blissful and mindless oblivion.

After a full minute, Leon tapped the icon on his phone again to stop the video, and the cephalopod shifted once more from its multi-colored display to its default hues of teal, green, and purple. The Labrador then switched over to his media gallery to review the video he’d just recorded.

If Leon had been in full possession of his mental faculties, he would have been surprised and puzzled to see that the video playing on his screen was a blurry, out-of-focus, slightly glitching mess. Instead of a clear, crisp picture of the cephalopod waving its tentacles and creating hypnotic patterns on its skin, the video that was now playing back only featured pulsing, flashing lights that formed indistinct and hazy shapes on a glistening, slimy surface. The video jumped up and down and wobbled distortedly, and visual artifacts chaotically flickered in and out, but even with all the anomalies in the recording, the rhythmically sequences of light and color were mesmerizing—the video was enthralling to the point that anyone watching it would have been subconsciously compelled to follow whatever subliminal order was transmitted through the trippy visuals.

Of course, the brainless Labrador had no idea what he was looking at—he wasn’t confused or surprised by the video, and the cephalopod’s hypnosis had no effect on him, as he was already under the creature’s control. Instead, Leon simply carried out the task his master had ordered him to do, and he sent the video in another message to Thomas.

The second that the Great Dane opened the video he’d received, the hypnotic patterns on the screen went to work lulling Thomas into a brief yet incredibly vivid reverie. He couldn’t look away from the swirling colors and pulsating lights, and in his mind’s eye, Thomas saw himself standing in the shallow ocean surf…no, not just standing—he was fucking Gage, pounding his pet dog’s ass with his knotted cock as hard as he could. Behind him was TJ, embracing him and sensually kissing the back and sides of his neck while thrusting into him. Thomas could feel his son’s cock squeezing his prostate, his boy’s knot pressing on the rim of his hole, while Gage’s warm and soft ass snugly hugged his cock and tantalizingly clenched around him. And then, in front of the trio of Great Danes, there was a massive shape looming out of the water, a gargantuan, elongated, ovular mantle and so, so many tentacles…and six black, lustrous eyes gazing down at him, all of them gazing with a vast, unfathomable, hungry intelligence into the depths of Thomas’s mind…

In his vision, Thomas looked down from the cephalopod to Gage, who had somehow sprouted tentacles of his own and exchanged his sleek coat of dark gray fur for smooth, slimy, teal skin. Gage’s tentacles wrapped around Thomas, coiling around his throat, his waist, his arms, and legs. His son had transformed into a similarly molluscan creature behind him, and more tentacles wound themselves around Thomas’s body while TJ’s cock began thrusting deeper and more flexibily, as if it had become another tendril hellbent on plumbing the old Great Dane’s depths…and Thomas felt such a blaze of pleasure sear through him, such a rush of ecstasy that compelled him to want more, that inspired him to need more…a tentacle entered his mouth and pushed into his throat while he continued thrusting into Gage and TJ went on fucking him…and the massive creature in front of all of them raised its own tentacles like a conductor bringing an orchestra to a crescendo…

“Hnf! Ah! Ffffuck!” Thomas gasped when he suddenly snapped back to reality.

He was still sitting in his recliner on the beach, he still held his phone in his hand, and Gage was still licking and nuzzling his crotch, although now his cock was fully erect and out of his sheath, and a fresh wad of cum clung to the fur on his stomach—dimly, Thomas realized he’d just blown an enormous load completely hands-free thanks to the momentary vision he’d seen…and he knew he had to get to the cove that Leon had mentioned as soon as physically possible, with both Gage and TJ in tow. The urge to join the Labradors was impossible to ignore or resist, and he had to move quickly.

Not fully processing what he was doing, the old Great Dane forwarded Leon’s video to TJ, telling the boy to watch it immediately and then come back to him. And in another moment, Thomas was typing a reply to Leon:

Damn, that’s awesome! TJ’s going to love that—I’ll bring him and Gage with me to meet up with you ASAP. See you soon.

Back at the cove, Leon grinned, a minor reflection of his master’s own satisfaction—the cephalopod had another set of future playthings and brood hosts on the way.

In the meantime, there were only two things left for the older Labrador to do.

Following the leviathan’s subliminal commands in his slime-and-egg-filled head, Leon dropped his phone back into the drybag before he used his hands to start methodically shoveling sand into the rubber pouch. He covered the two pairs of swim trunks, the two pairs of sunglasses, Caleb’s phone and wallet, his own phone and wallet, the water bottles, and his keys with a thick layer of sand, solidly burying all their personal effects in the fine, white, grainy sediment, until there was only a pint glass’s worth of free volume inside the drybag. From there, Leon crawled on his hands and knees—with the drybag in tow—back to the lapping waves, and back towards the cephalopod waiting for him.

The Labrador slowly scooted into the surf, until it came up to his waist—he then submerged the open drybag, forcing out all the air and allowing the briny ocean water to flood in and fill the rubber pouch completely. The water quickly seeped through the sand in the bag, simultaneously weighing it down further and drowning his and Caleb’s possessions, including saturating their phones beyond repair. With the now-useless drybag still underwater, Leon clipped the pouch shut, securing its contents inside…and he handed it off to a tentacle that had snaked its way towards him. Leon was too far gone mentally to question what would happen to the drybag, but the cephalopod would dispose of the evidence that he and his son had ever been at the cove at the end of the peninsula—as the giant creature pulled away the bloated and heavy rubber satchel, it also pulled away the last vestiges of Leon and Caleb’s identities, the last things tying them to the rest of the world. The two Labradors belonged to the cephalopod completely now, while the scant belongings they’d brought with them would be dropped to the bottom of the ocean, coming to rest in the crushing and dark depths of some unmapped trench or submarine canyon, just like all the other personal items the cephalopod had collected from its previous thralls (and now littered the seabed).

Being buried at sea, however, was not what the cephalopod had in store for Leon himself. With the drybag secured in its clutches, the enormous sea creature shifted in the water and sand again to expose the underside of its mantle, to open its gigantic mouth once more.

Leon’s heart fluttered and his tail wagged at the sight that beckoned him. His master’s beak yawning wide, strands of drool dripping from the roof of the cephalopod’s mouth, the cartilaginous spikes that flexed and rotated out towards him in summons, and the opening of the creature’s great throat that led to a rancid, black abyss, it all called to him, urging him to come in, to come home, to unite with Caleb at last.

The Labrador crawled forward as fast as he could, eager to complete his final act. The waves rolled past him, pushing back against him, but he forged onward through the surf, digging into the wet sand with his hands, knees, and feet for better traction to propel himself ever closer to his goal. The sun beat down on his back, hot and bright…before the warmth diminished as Leon entered the cephalopod’s shadow. The older dog felt no anxiety or fear as he approached the gaping and monstrous maw, nor did he feel the urge at all to look back for a last glimpse of the world he was leaving behind. There was no doubt or worry, no alarm or regret—only the feeling of peace and belonging, in addition to the deep-rooted yearning to join his son in the belly of the beast and become one with his master. And so, Leon kept his eyes pointedly locked on his destination: the opening of the cephalopod’s esophagus.

Heavy with all the spawn that had been pumped into him, the thickset Labrador panted from the exertion of crawling—his hefty gut and fattened balls swayed beneath him, but he persisted, laboriously half-crawling and half-swimming in the ever-moving water that was just a little more than two feet deep…until his paws met the solid, keratinous rim of the cephalopod’s lower beak.

Gripping the ledge it was the gunwale of a boat, Leon pulled himself up, hauling his swollen and bloated body into the humid, slimy, and cavernous mouth. The cephalopod’s beak supported him with no effort at all while more seawater lapped within the shallow pool created by the scoop-like structure. Fetid breath rolled over Leon, and the dog wagged his tail at the sound of the gurgling rumble that rose from the depths of his master’s throat.

““Hrrrrghlrrrrrrrghlrrrrrrrgh…”

Like a supplicant in the presence of the divine, the older Labrador stayed on his hands and knees, and he resumed crawling, reverently creeping over and around the giant cartilage spikes that lined the interior of the cephalopod’s maw. The monster’s wet, drool-soaked flesh squished and squelched beneath Leon as he pushed himself onward, deeper, and deeper, ever closer to the entrance of the tunnel that awaited him. As he crawled, Leon lowered his snout to the soft membrane on the bottom of the cephalopod’s mouth—he licked, kissed, and slurped while he continued crawling, mindlessly reveling in the beautifully slick textures on his nose and lips, the salty yet slightly rotten taste on his tongue, and the pungently briny and putrid smell that filled his nostrils. Outside, the cephalopod’s tentacles quivered and another few gushes of water erupted from its siphon, an obvious sign that the creature enjoyed this act of intimate worship before Leon willingly fed himself to it.

The Labrador crawled further and further, deeper into the cephalopod’s mouth; more viscous and slimy drool dripped over his back while his fingers and toes got coated in a thick, wet film of mucusy saliva. Leon continued licking and nuzzling, too, getting his face slathered in the cephalopod’s secretions—he rubbed his snout against the cartilaginous spikes and kissed the firm, fleshy structures that gently pressed against him, and by the time he lifted his head again, his whole face was absolutely soaked in spit.

Leon huffed with pleasure, and his still-stiff erection throbbed beneath him, his arousal as strong as ever now that he was face-to-face with his goal. He rested on the precipice, on the farthest edge of the cephalopod’s mouth. The flesh beneath him was soft and pliable, unstable and difficult to grip—it wouldn’t take much more than a gentle nudge to send him forward into the open, car-sized aperture of the dark, wet slide that was his master’s esophagus. The cephalopod’s pharyngeal muscles subtly contracted and relaxed in an alluring way that encouraged Leon to come closer, to enter, to slip away from the rest of the world and settle into the place where he belonged.

The dog didn’t hesitate—he lay flat on his stomach (as best as he could, considering his distended and bulging belly), and as he did so, he began to glide headfirst across the plush and slippery membrane leading into the cephalopod’s throat. Like a small oyster slipping into a giant’s gullet, Leon easily sank into the cephalopod’s esophagus—his torso entered the tunnel effortlessly, his fattened belly sliding against the wet flesh with a soft gurgle, and his legs and feet quickly followed behind him. The last thing he saw in the light of day was the red, moistly glistening interior of the cephalopod’s throat, and then darkness enveloped him completely. Leon was gone, devoured.

Gravity shifted for Leon, and he began sliding upside down vertically, down into the cool and clammy flesh that surrounded and squeezed around him. There wasn’t an iota of thought in his mind that told him to resist, to try stopping his descent—he wouldn’t have been able to anyway, the inner walls of the creature’s throat were too tough, too smooth, and too slick with mucus to allow even the sharpest of claws to get any purchase.

Gulp!

Smooth esophageal muscles contracted around Leon as the cephalopod swallowed, pulling him in. More muscles subtly undulated and shifted around the Labrador, and the natural peristaltic motion took over within the creature’s gullet to pass Leon down, down, down…

The Labrador wriggled and squirmed happily, grinding his hips and cock against the slimy sides of the cephalopod’s esophagus. While his vision was completely useless now, he could still hear the wet squelches, squishes, and gurgles of air, saliva, and water around him as he slid down along the creature’s upper digestive tract. Additionally, a faint, throbbing pulse filled his ears and steadily grew louder, the beating of the creature’s three hearts growing ever closer as Leon journeyed deeper into his master’s body. Leon huffed again as he passed through a series of sphincters, and he gently writhed in pleasure as the tight rings of muscle squeezed around him. He could feel himself twisting and turning in the winding, labyrinthine tunnel of the cephalopod’s throat, shifting from upside down to rightside up and back to upside down as he followed the flow of the creature’s internal anatomy…

Until, finally, he squeezed through one more sphincter…

And Leon spilled out of the cephalopod’s esophagus and into a tight and cramped chamber. Even though the leviathan’s internal membranes and tissues were generally cool and clammy to the touch, the small, stomach-like space was steamy and stifling with humid and muggy heat, on the verge of suffocating. Fortunately, however, Leon didn’t have to fumble around in total darkness—there was a faint red glow that dimly illuminated the space around him, as tiny bioluminescent photophores peppered the walls of the chamber like miniscule stars. The light-emitting organs pulsed at a sedate rhythm, creating a slow strobing effect that alternated between pitch black and a muted crimson, and the low, throbbing glow allowed Leon to see that his new, compact home was the size of a two-man tent (not that the amount of room he had objectively mattered to the brainless Labrador). The rippled and slimy walls of the chamber pressed in close, creating the appearance of being trapped or smothered in a wet and wrinkled canopy that had been sucked in on itself, it was impossible to avoid touching the sides or roof of the space. A normal person would have been feeling claustrophobic immediately, but Leon felt perfectly at home, especially when he saw and felt the solid shape of a warm and very familiar body tucked upside down against his side.

“Mmmm…Cal,” the older Labrador mumbled in a brainless yet exhilarated stupor.

Curled up in a fetal position, Caleb resembled a sticky and wet newborn pup, as his fur was slick and matted with the cephalopd’s bodily secretions. In the pulsing light, Leon could just barely see that his son had been ensnared with tendrils that originated from pores in the walls of the chamber—they were wrapped around his arms and legs, his waist and neck, and his shoulders and chest, criss-crossing and coiling in a way that practically cocooned the young Labrador while leaving his swollen belly and engorged testicles exposed. A tendril stuck out of the corner of Caleb’s mouth, as if he had been outfitted with a dentist’s suction tube, while another had latched onto the boy’s cock, fully enveloping his knotted member.

If Leon had looked closer and had any critical thinking skills left, he would have observed that many of the tentacles had actually dissolved through his son’s fur and melded directly with Caleb’s skin to maintain a fixed grip on the boy; the tentacle hanging from the corner of Caleb’s muzzle had already melded with his lips, ensuring that a slow but steady stream of gooey, gelatinous, nutrient-rich gruel could be continually pumped along the organic tubing lodged in his throat and delivered directly to his stomach. A prominent tentacle coiled around the young Labrador’s neck also perfectly followed the topography of his spine—all the way to the base of his tail—and had already fused with him, too, darting its microscopic and enzyme-laden hooks into Caleb’s spinal cord to merge with his nervous system. Even the tendril latched around Caleb’s cock had gone so far as to meld with the rim of the boy’s sheath, making it impossible to tell where the young Labrador’s genitals ended and the cephalopod’s specialized milking tentacle began. The tentacle and penis within flexed and jerked with Caleb’s arousal as more sperm was pulled from the depths of his testicles, and the boy weakly moaned.

“Gluuuuh…D-Dad…”

Anyone else with even half a brain would have been revolted by the unsettling sight of Caleb covered in mucusy slimy and fused with the cephalopod’s anatomy, would have been horrified by the fact that the tentacle connected to his cock was actively milking him for more sperm while he was helplessly trapped by dozens of other tendrils wrapped around him and merging with his body. But Leon couldn’t have been happier, couldn’t have been more excited by the thick and sleepy sound of his son’s voice—he quickly shifted and squirmed, desperate to match Caleb’s upside down orientation and embrace the boy in an intimate full-body hug.

“Mmmbluuuuuh…Daaaa—mmmf…” Caleb started softly gurgling, then huffed when his father deeply kissed him.

With his arms and legs wrapped around his son, Leon cuddled the boy fiercely while passionately making out with him. The feeding tentacle already in the younger dog’s mouth wasn’t an obstacle for Leon—in fact, the older Labrador took special care to lap at the tendril in addition to his son’s tongue. Similarly, the tentacles that had already fused to Caleb didn’t stop Leon at all from snuggling up close with him and tracing his hands over the branching, fleshy coils as if they were an actual extension of the boy’s body (which they effectively were by this point). Bathed in the pulsing red glow of their master’s internal bioluminescence, the father and son heatedly kissed, grateful to be together within the cephalopod’s brood host chamber.

As Leon went on kissing Caleb, more tentacles emerged and extended from hidden pores inside the walls of the womb-like space—the tendrils snaked around Leon’s torso and limbs, binding him as well. A feeding tentacle inserted itself into his mouth and slithered down his throat while he kept playing tonsil tennis with his son, and Leon’s arms and legs were locked into their current position wrapped around Caleb, forcing him into an eternal embrace with the boy. As the tentacles settled into place on him, Leon’s skin tingled pleasantly when the enzymes secreted by the tendrils melted through his fur and began to fuse the cephalopod’s flesh with his own. At the same time, another tentacle looped itself around the burly Labrador’s neck and slithered down along the center of his back, eating through his fur and permanently adhering to his skin once it was in place on top of his spine. Leon huffed and moaned into his son’s mouth as the tentacle sank its miniscule barbs down into his tissues, through fascia and muscle and into his spinal cord to integrate with his nervous system…before an electrical pulse blasted through the canine’s whole body.

To Leon, the surge of biological energy was like an intense explosion of concentrated euphoria, an eruption of pleasure that made him tingle and shudder from head to toe; he groaned lustfully, his cock flexed hard, he involuntarily pushed out his prolapse, his fingers and toes curled and spread, and he unconsciously gyrated his hips and thrust his pelvis in an instinctual motion to breed. If Leon’s brain had still been in his head, the gray matter would have been completely fried by the overwhelming neurological power coursing directly from the cephalopod into him. Instead, his hips vigorously pumped and shook as he naturally sought out a warm hole to fill, and it didn’t take long for the older Labrador’s cock to find his son’s puffy and engorged prolapse.

Still shivering with pleasured tremors as he kissed his son and moaned wordlessly, Leon rolled his pelvis up and managed to slip his cock into Caleb’s disgorged rectal tissues. He pushed harder to stuff his son’s prolapse and his own cock into the boy’s ass once more, and in another moment, he’d hilted himself completely in Caleb, knot and all.

“Mmmf!”

“Gllmmmmm…hufff…”

Both dogs grunted and moaned as Leon went on frantically thrusting as best as he could, riding the high of pleasure as his nervous system was overridden completely by the cephalopod…until quasi-orgasmic bliss receded, and Leon’s thrusting slowed to a more sensual and intimate pace. There was little room to properly move, the chamber was too slippery to get much traction, his gravid stomach pressed hard against Caleb’s swollen abdomen, and the heat that both Labradors were generating in the confined space was already making them sweat, but they kept going in their mindless lovemaking. Leon’s knot easily popped in and out of Caleb, and his cock slid against and between the olive-sized eggs filling his son’s ass, which created even more scintillating and pleasurable textures for the older Labrador. Caleb whimpered and moaned while grinding his own tentacle-enveloped member against his father’s wet and sticky belly fur, and he went on ecstatically kissing his old man.

At the same time, another tentacle invade the young Labrador’s nose—the newest tendril slithered through Caleb’s nasal cavity and descended along the back of his throat, down into his esophagus…then his stomach…it navigated his egg-stuffed digestive tract…and finally made contact with Leon’s cock pumping in and out of the boy’s ass, sheathing the throbbing member and fusing with the older Labrador’s sheath to form another specialized milking tentacle (which also forced Leon to keep his cock permanently lodged inside his son).

Even if both dogs had been in possession of their brains, they wouldn’t have had things any other way now that they were united and Leon was inside Caleb once again. They didn’t think about how the tentacles around their arms, legs, and torsos had bonded to them forever, they didn’t pay attention to the gurgling growls and churning muscles around them, and they didn’t stop when gravity shifted again, signaling that their master was on the move once more. No, in the dark, cramped chamber, father and son simply went on kissing and fucking while incubating the eggs that had been pumped into them, happy to do so for the rest of their days.

Outside, the cephalopod had retreated to deeper water with its newest brood hosts secure in one of the secondary storage chambers within its anatomy. Like so many of the thralls it had acquired over the years, the cephalopod would sustain the Labradors for years, feeding them with nutrients from its own body while using them as internal fertilizers and incubators to gestate its offspring. When the time was right, more of the creature’s internal tentacles would slither into the canines’ orifices and collect the hundreds of live young it had previously deposited into its brood hosts; the cephalopod would push its offspring out into the world, and then the whole reproductive cycle would repeat while Leon and Caleb were kept securely “in utero”, after a fashion.

While father and son were already fused with the tentacles holding them, eventually they would get absorbed into the cephalopod’s secondary womb, becoming little more than a couple pairs of testicles that could be pumped for sperm until, they too, were finally broken down and digested for their protein content. It wouldn’t be an unpleasant experience for the Labradors—they wouldn’t even be aware of the changes happening to them, and they would have many, many years of blissful, thought-free pleasure ahead of them before ultimately being consumed by their master’s body. And they had proven even more useful than they’d ever know, as the cephalopod now laid in wait for another set of unwitting slaves to indoctrinate, impregnate, and consume.