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There were few things Zach loved more than night diving. There was only him and the vast, endless sea, the water lapping gently at his body as he descended further down into darkness. His flashlight skimmed around the water, an occasional silver gleam of a fish flashing past. There was danger in this, too, especially alone as he was. His instructor had tried to drill the buddy system into his head, but it didn't do much good, not when having company down here would only disrupt the tranquility that he so loved.

It was both terrifying, and utterly thrilling.

He swam further down, swinging his flashlight around. It passed over a school of tiny fish, though what species they were, he couldn't tell. Everything looked the same down here.

There was a loud sloshing to his left, nothing like he'd ever heard before. No small fish could have made a sound like that. Zach whipped around fast as he could in the water, heart hammering in his chest. From fear or exhilaration, even he couldn't tell. His flashlight just managed to catch on something white slithering past, and Zach's eyes widened. Whatever it was, it was huge. From what he'd managed to see, it was bigger than his entire body.

And then the white shape was swallowed by darkness.

Several long moments passed. There was only the sound of his own breathing, impossibly loud in his ears. He barely dared to move, but he kicked his legs all the same, slowly turning the beam of the flashlight this way and that. Nothing. Not even a single small fish darted by.

Okay. Maybe now was the time to get back to shore. He loved the thrill, the danger of diving alone so late at night, but he wasn't suicidal. He still possessed just a tiny shred of common sense.

He brought his hand before his eyes, glancing at the compass secured on his wrist. It gave off a faint light, just enough to be able to make out the letters and the needle. There was no other way of orienting down here.

He turned north, flippers kicking up a storm as he tried to hurry back.

And then he was yanked down.

Zach's eyes widened, and a wild stream of bubbles streamed past his face as he let out a soundless yelp. He lost his grip on his flashlight, and he was suddenly very glad he'd taken the extra measure of tying it around his wrist. It bobbed in the water above him as he was slowly dragged down, down further into the dark that had seemed so thrilling before, but was now suddenly nothing but terrifying.

It was only then that he felt a grip tightening around his ankle. Zach tried to kick at whatever had grabbed hold of him, thrashing his legs around, but his flippers were making the feat almost impossible. He could swear he heard his own heart beating wildly in the confines of his ribcage as he glanced down. He couldn't see a thing, couldn't even see his own chest, and his breathing sped up, his throat feeling like it was closing up.

Calm down, panic only makes it worse.

His diving instructor's words rang out in his ears, and Zach forced himself to take a deep breath, to exhale, fighting the urge to spit out his rebreather. There was a pressure building up in his ears and head, and he realized now it wasn't from panic, but from the sudden descent. He grabbed hold of his nose and blew, and the pressure seemed to abate. But there was nothing he could do about his rapidly beating heart.

It felt like hours had passed already, but he knew it couldn't have been more than a few seconds.

Maybe he could cut at whatever was still dragging him down? He never dived without his trusty knife, after all. But slashing blindly was just as likely to end up with him getting hurt.

He made a grab at the bobbing flashlight, this time grasping it tightly, and shone the beam down. What he saw stole his breath away, made his stomach drop down into his pants.

There was a tentacle wrapped around his ankle, thick as his wrist, ending in a weird rhombus shape. A couple of different tentacles swayed in the water next to him, these ones even thicker and covered in suction cups. He tried following them with the beam of light, but it wouldn't penetrate the thick darkness.

Crap. Crap. It was a giant squid.

He'd only seen one in a blurry video shot by an underwater camera, but that thing was huge, and if the tentacles of the one pulling him down were any indication of its size... Zach knew he had to break free, now.

He fumbled for the knife by his side, unbuttoning the safety with one hand, and managing to draw it from its sheath. He bent over and slashed the tentacle, right where it was wrapped around him. It wasn't a deep cut, but still blood flowed out in lazy, dark swirls. The tentacle loosened and Zach ripped his leg free, his flipper sliding off. He didn't even care. He started kicking his one flipper, the other foot helping as much as it could.

And then, suddenly, he was immobilized.

Several tentacles more had wrapped around him, around his legs and wrists and neck. Zach screamed, no longer being able to think, no longer able to fight against the panic. He tried to spit out the rebreather, tried to take a deep breath, but the tentacle from his neck moved to his face, shoving the damn plastic back into his mouth.

They were moving quicker now, down down and down into endless darkness. The tentacles felt cold even through the wetsuit, and Zach trashed against them, but to no avail.

His knee suddenly banged against something hard and sharp, but he barely felt it. Only when the bobbing flashlight, still fastened to his wrist, spun down, did he see the crack in the rock. He was dragged through, and then his back hit the ground, the squid still holding onto him tight.

He looked around frantically, at the countless shadows moving and wreathing just at the edge of the light beam, the water sloshing with their excited movements.

His arms were pulled behind his back, bound together, and his head was yanked back, exposing his neck. Something wet and slimy and thin pushed under the collar of his wetsuit, wriggling around wildly. It traveled down across his chest, down to his breast, where it drew lazy circles. In the blink of an eye, it grabbed hold of his nipple, hard and erect because of the cold, and wrapped tightly around it. It pulled and pushed, yanking it around roughly, teasing the tip. Another tentacle slid underneath, grabbing hold of his other nipple, giving it much the same treatment as the first.

Zach could feel his eyes watering, wanting to cry out in pain, but not being able to do much with the rebreather still firmly held in place.

He almost missed the slimy, cold feel of another tentacle wriggling under the wetsuit, this one sliding in the left cuff of his pants. It worked its way up his leg slowly, almost teasingly, all the while the thin tentacles kept playing around with his nipples. The thicker one slid up his thigh, finding almost no resistance. He wasn't wearing swim trunks, never quite liked how it rubbed and moved between his skin and the suit. The tentacle pushed even further up, its tip poking his balls. Even more had slid under the collar, rubbing across his chest, but he could only focus on the one between his legs.

It rubbed his balls before wrapping around them squeezing tightly, and Zach flinched, the pain so bad his vision blurred. That only seemed to excite them more.

Too many to count wrapped around him, rubbing over his suit. Another one slid up his right cuff, with none of the slowness of the first one, quickly pushing up and over the one still squeezing his balls. It wrapped around his cock, the suction cups fastening on the skin and pulling. It moved up and down, sometimes squeezing so hard it hurt, other times just gently caressing him. Zach grew hard even as he trashed around and tried to scream.

And then, just as suddenly as they'd come, the tentacles disappeared, every last one of them.

Zach was too stunned to move. Right as his brain began to work again, when he moved his arms to swim and escape, the air tank was pulled from his back. It couldn't have been moved far away because he could still breathe, but he knew that without it, he wouldn't get far. He didn't get the time to search. There was that slimy feeling again at the back of neck, and before he could guess at what was happening, the zipper of his suit was pulled down. He could feel the suction cups as they grabbed hold of the suit on his arms legs, and pulled.

And just like that, he was wearing nothing but his mask and the rebreather.

The tentacles grabbed hold of him, fastening on his bare skin, his arms one again yanked behind his back, his knees pulled up to his chest. One fastened itself on his nipple, the suction cup sucking and popping, his other one grasped by thin tendrils that pulled and yanked roughly, now unobstructed by the suit.

His rock hard cock was enveloped in the slimy tentacles, many of them vying for a touch, yanking and squeezing roughly even as he tried to free himself. The rough stone under his back disappeared, replaced by something soft and huge, and many more tentacles wrapped around his entire body, holding him firmly in place.

Something round and thick pushed between his buttcheeks, poking at his small, tight hole, drawing one lazy circle around it. He only had the time to shake his head once. It slammed into his ass, tearing him open, and Zach screamed around the rebreather, a wild gust of bubbles blowing out.

The thick tentacle showed no intention of stopping, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back inside. It built up a steady, impossibly fast rhythm, tearing him up each time it slammed inside. Several tentacles were kneading his buttcheeks, others tugging and sucking on his nipples and twisting them around in impossible ways, yet others still roughly jerking him off. The one in his ass suddenly hit a weird spot that sent a tingle of pleasure through him. He barely felt it over the agony he was in, but despite himself, Zach let out a small moan. His could feel his cheeks flushing at that, and the tentacle in his ass suddenly stopped moving, still buried deep. It only moved its tip, tickling that one spot, and Zach shuddered. The tentacle seemed to like that, and it kept up the tickling, the drawing over that spot.

But it wasn't enough for the rest of them.

His only warning was a gentle poke next to his hole, before another, even thicker one pushed inside and wrapped around the first, quickly joined by two more. They slammed and writhed and stretched. Zach's eyes rolled up in his head. He hurt so much he couldn't even manage a scream.

And even with the pain, he was still hard, the ones jerking him off relentless.

He knew he would come. He knew, and he hated it, and he couldn't stop it.

But it seemed that the tentacles knew that, too, and it seemed that they didn't like it either.

A thin one pushed under his foreskin, stretching and pushing it away. A much thicker one, thicker than his own cock, pushed at the hole at the very top. It wiggled around a bit, trying to position itself, before it suddenly slammed inside, stretching his cock to twice its width. The sudden onslaught of agony made Zach's body go limp, and the tentacle took it as encouragement. It fucked his cock with enthusiasm. The others still kept pumping and squeezing and sucking. The one inside it moved up and down at a rapid pace, but never pulled all the way out, never letting him come.

They flipped him around suddenly, the ones holding him still. His cheek, shoulders and knees were slammed into the rough, rocky ground, his ass yanked high up in the air, and the tentacles resumed their attack with renewed excitement.

Zach wasn't sure how long had passed. It felt like hours, days, but with his tank still supplying him with air, it couldn't have been that long.

Every last part of his body hurt. His skin was red and puckered where the suction cups had sucked on it. His nipples were dark and erect, standing taller than ever before. Even with his ass stretching, it still hurt so, so bad. The one in his cock pulled out suddenly, only to be replaced by an even thicker one. His body flinched on its own, but Zach didn't have the energy for much else. He was in agony, and he was exhausted, and his vision was starting to go dark.

Huh. Maybe the air was finally starting to run out. At this point, ravaged and abused as he was, he considered it a mercy. Right as he thought of that, the rebreather was pulled out of his mouth, only to be replaced by a tentacle. Zach gagged and sputtered, some water entering his mouth that he accidentally swallowed.

It didn't take long for the darkness to fully set in. Even as his eyes fluttered shut, he could feel them ravaging his body, but the agony faded away along with his consciousness.

Zach came to with a loud gasp, his eyes flying open. He was lying on the beach, in the soft sand. The waves lapped gently at the shore, and the stars twinkled high up in the night sky. He felt dazed, confused. It only took a few moments for his memories to return though, and he shot upright. Or tried to, anyway. He found his body hurt too much to move. Even just moving his head to look around proved a task.

He looked at his body first. Red and puckered skin, blood on his thighs, his cock still painfully erect.

So it was true. The tentacles... It had really happened. Those bastards had their way with him, and they hadn't even let him finish. But it didn't explain what he was doing here, on this beach. Surely being dead wouldn't be so painful.

His cast a glance around, his eyes landing on his air tank lying just a few feet away. Maybe the squids had carried him here...? He just didn't know why they would do such a thing. At this point, after everything they had done, Zach thought he would rather be dead. He tried opening his mouth to scream for help, but his voice was too hoarse, too quiet. Maybe that was a good thing. He wasn't even sure what he would tell someone if they found him.

Suddenly, slow, unhurried steps sounded across the beach, coming ever closer to where he was sprawled. A large, hulking shadow blocked out the light of the moon, and then knelt by his side.

"Well, look at what we have here," the stranger purred, and all Zach could see was the glint of sharp teeth stretched in a grin as a cold claw slid up his still hard cock.