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After a good night sleep, the nameless protagonist has more fun times with his tentacled keeper.

Posted to FA on 2/16/10, Reason for the delay, several other Ideas popped into my perverted mind.

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Pet of the Tentacles Ch 2

Having again slept for an indeterminable length of time, I awoke partially expecting to find my self back in the empty dull existence among the rest of my kind. Half to disappointment and half to my relief, I awoke in the soft bed which my captor had no doubt spent much time preparing. While I was laying on my back staring up at the featureless celling, one of the olive green tentacles which I had seen a lot of lately, entered my field of vision. While startled for a few seconds, I quickly regained my composure, having become increasingly familiar with my keepers unorthodox appearance.

In his familiar disembodied voice, my captor comments, "Ah I see your awake and judging by your bead head I'd say you are well rested." As my keeper finishes his morning greetings I notice a small drop of the sweet smelling liquid that I know and love forming on the hallow tip to the feeder tentacle dangling just above my head. He continues "Considering the fun you had last evening, you must be quite hungry; Go a head and suckle, while it tastes like the sedative I gave you yesterday evening, I would not knock you out as soon as you wake up."

Having been set at ease by my captors promise I eagerly begin to drink the enticing liquid. Like the sedative laced fluid my keeper had fed me yesterday, this breakfast has the sweet taste of cherry which I enjoy so much. While enjoying my captors meal I briefly loose track of time, reveling in the wonderfully filling fluid. How long I suckle and how much I consume, will be known to no one, but eventually the flow stops.

Much like last night I continue trying to draw the sweet fluid from my captors feeder limb. My captor comments with obvious amusement "I'd say its a good bet that you enjoyed that." As the tentacle that had previously occupied my mouth retreats back to the pool surrounding my bed, I sit up and notice my captor forming a more human like shape. "I did Promise that I would answer your questions last night, and I'm one to keep my promises; so what to you want to ask me" My captor states in a relaxing tone of voice.

The first question that came to mind dealt with those my captor had kept before me. Since he had existed for over 150 years I figured he would have kept at least two, maybe three before me. My theory was confirmed, as my captor went into great detail about my two predecessors.

The first was captured shortly after my captor had formed out of the offspring of his ancestors. The year was 1858, and his first captive was a mountain man living a simple and solitary life in the wild west. He was named Richard Scoresby, and he had seen 31 summers at the time of his capture. My captor mentioned that his first captive was initially quite combative due to his independent and self-reliant nature. However, after some gentle persuasion on his part, the avatar of rugged individualism had accepted his new status. The two of them spent roughly 60 years toghther until Richard died in 1918 at the respectable age of 91.

Shortly after that, my captor found his second 'victim'. He was a soldier returning from the needless slaughter of World War One named Mark McCaffrey. When war broke out, he eagerly signed up to see the world. After seeing so many of his comrades cut down by machine guns fire in a war over nationalistic idealism, he had justifiably become quite disillusioned with society in general. At the age of 21 he was on the verge of ending it all, until he was found by the the slimy mass that had taken me. After having his mental scars nursed, Mark spent the remaining years of his life in the care of the tentacles that I was starting to trust more and more. He had died just three weeks before my capture at the age of 111.

While listening to stories of my captors benevolence, I briefly forgot that I was in a cave, however many feet underground, and naked. I also reevaluated my thought about the prospect of spending the rest of my life here. In both of the previous captives, I saw portions of myself. Perhaps staying here would be better than persisting in a decrepit society that had seen little real improvement either in my or my captors life time.

My next question was what he did with his captives after death. My captor stated that when my predecessors were in the final minutes of their lives, he would merge what could be called their soul with his. Since the souls would reside with the creatures memory, they would achieve a measure of immortality as they passed to one of his descendants upon his death, which usually occurred around the age of 500.

While he was talking about this, I noticed something that I had missed in the excitement of realizing that the events of yesterday were not a dream. Around my neck is a semi-solid doughnut shaped mass that has a similar apperance to the skin of my 'master'. When he finished speaking of the hereafter, I asked about the gel collar around my neck.

With a bemused tone, my captor replies, "I was wondering when you would notice that. That 'collar' serves three purposes. First it allows me to keep an eye on you on the rare occasions when I'm not around. While this cave is well protected against inrtusion, there is still a chance the a determined predator could get in. If that unlikely event happened, the collar would dematerialize your physical body, contain it with in its material, and surreptitiously transport you out of this cave. Secondly, the collar aids me in keeping an eye on your physical health. Think of it as an ekg, eeg, and several other monitoring machines rolled into one. Finally, and most importantly, it is a constant reminder that whether I am with you or not, I will always be there for you."

For some reason, the last sentence was spoken in a manner that one would show towards a lover. While thinking of what to ask next, I found myself blushing in reaction to the previous answer. After a few minutes of thought, I asked my gelatinous keeper as how long it would be until my tail hole would be used as an incubator. To this, my master replied, "I will give your body about a month to adapt to the living conditions down here. The food I am giving you is easy to digest. In addition, I will be periodically cleaning your large intestine, until it is clean enough to eat off of. After a months time, I will place an egg within your neither regions that contains millions of cells that may one day grow up into more beings like myself."

In a worried tone, I asked whether carrying an egg from my master would hurt. In a conciliatory tone, my keeper said, "It will not hurt in the slightest, since I will use the same numbing agent that I used when I pleasured you last night. As to the egg, it is roughly the size of an average potato. In addition, I will spend the month leading up to that sublime moment slowly stretching you still tight tail hole. Speaking of which, I should begin our preparations."

As he finished his explanation, four tentacles surged out of the moat surrounding my bed. With lightning speed, the gelatinous limbs latched on to my extremities and forced my arms and legs into a pseudo hogtie position. While doing this, my master rolled me onto my side with my anus exposed. While doing this, a thick tentacle methodically approached my vulnerable tail hole. With considerable reluctance, I ask my master what he is doing. In a relaxing tone, he replied, "I might as well start the cleaning of your bowls. Don't worry, the process will not too painful. In fact you might find it quite enjoyable."

While doing his best to calm my fears, the tentacle near my anus sprayed a warm liquid onto my exposed tail hole. Judging by the sensations that were spreading through my posterior, this liquid is most likely the same numbing agent that was used the previous night. Once my ass was coated in warm liquid, the tentacle started applying a gentle pressure to my anal ring. As it slipped into my rectum, I could not help moaning in pleasure. My master took this opportunity to fill my mouth with the feeder tentacle that I had received breakfast from earlier.

He answered my quizzical look with, "I might as well give your mouth something to keep it occupied." As the tentacle in my anus planted itself deep within my neither regions, it grew in diameter at two points. The first inflated at the outside of my anus and prevented the tentacle from slipping in any further. The second bulge inflated just behind my anal ring and rubbed against my prostate in an arousing fashion. In addition to eliciting another moan from my captive mouth, this action also caused my member to harden.

In a bemused tone, my master stated, "I should probably shroud your member. My prior pets often lost control of their bladder functions while I was flushing their bowls." As he was saying this, a milker tentacle gracefully maneuvered over the side of my bed and latched on to my hardening cock. Once my member was contained with the tentacle, a small pouch was formed around my testicles. As my balls were contained in their gelatinous pouch, they were gently pulled away from my body and exposed to a cooling gel. While the tentacle and pouch gently massaged my cock and balls, it was not enough stimulation to bring me to orgasm.

"Now that you are in the proper position, We can start preparing your tail hole for its noble role. I will be filling your large intestine with two quarts of a liquid that will leave your rectum clean enough to eat off of. After roughly a month of doing this once each day and the easy to digest liquid that I will be feeding you, your will have no need to use your anus for waste removal. Your need to urinate will be handled by a tentacle similar to the on I use to milk your cock."

As my master finished explaining what amounted to receiving an enema, I felt a thick and viscous liquid slowly trickling into my tail hole. At first the liquid felt quite relaxing, especially since it left a pleasant tingling sensation in my neither regions. Of course this only served to further excite my aroused member. This however, changed when the quantity of liquid approached the two quarts that my master had promised. There was an undeniable sense of cramps coming from with in my neither regions.

The sensations eventually got so intense that I was genuinly concerned I would be split in two. Fearing for my health, I fought like mad against my bonds. My master noticed my struggles and did his best to calm me. An uncountable number of hair thin tentacles rose up from the the moat around my bed and swept over my shaking body. The combination of the thin tentacles and the encouraging words of my master set me at ease. Adding to this, my keeper slightly intensified the gentle massage he was giving to my cock and balls.

In a gentle voice, my masted said, "I apologize for what discomfort you may have felt. While this my be uncomfortable at first, in the weeks to come you will grow a custom to it." As he completed his apology, I felt the flow of liquid from the tentacle in my rectum stop. The next few minutes were spent letting the tingling liquid slosh around in my neither regions. This combined with the relaxing massage from my Master left me in a semi-conscious state.

After spending several minutes in this contented state, I felt the liquid in my tail hole slowly being removed. As this was happening, I felt the tip the tentacle in my anus extending further into my large intestine. To my questioning look, my Master answered, "This is the final step; as I replace the liquid with my limb, I will leave your large intestine clean enough to eat off of."

As the enema tentacle extended into my tail hole, I felt a steadily rising sense of pleasure in my loins. Once again I writhed in my Masters bonds, but this time out of pleasure rather than distress. With a loud moan that the tentacle in my mouth failed to stifle, I fed a few shots of my seed into the tentacle that was latched onto my aroused member.

As I basked in the after glow of this most bizarre orgasm I had ever experienced, I felt the strength of my bladder failed me. With considerable embarrassment, I urinated into the same tentacle that had earlier taken several shots of my seed. To my sense of shame, my Master stated in a calming tone, "There is no reason to be ashamed, both of your predecessors had similar reactions to their first enema. As time went on, they grew more use to the sensations. I'll give you some time to rest before I give you a thorough tour of your new home."

As my Master removed the tentacles from my exhausted body, I settled into a semi-conscious slumber. Once I was well rested, the rest of the day was spent in a detailed tour of our shared home. The only thing in my bed room besides my comfortable bed was a structure that looked some what like a toilet. My master explained that the structure in question served the function that I assumed it did.

While I considered the niceties of my new accommodations, my master placed a pair of fur lined slippers at my feet. To my questioning glance, my Master stated, "I want to keep the soles of your feet nice and soft." After putting them on, I followed my semi-solid keeper around our shared home.

Surrounding my room was a labyrinthine collection of passages. They varied in size from the width of a city bus, to barely big enough for me to crawl through. The passages also had well concealed traps that my Master took great care to point out. I got the impression that these traps served the dual purpose of keeping me in and keeping predators out. Of course since I had grown to like my keeper, the fact that I was in some ways trapped underground did not bother me.

After spending what passed for a day below ground, a day spent exploring our home and engaging in a seemingly endless conversation, my Master gave me a filling dinner and then milked my balls for all their worth. Following that satisfying climax, I let an exhausted slumber set over me on my second night in the care of my Master.