Attack of the Jelly
Dylan comes under the attack of a jelly monster and loses
Warning: 18+
The kitchen was empty as Dylan staggered in after a long night of partying. He ran his long fingers through his short blond hair all the way down to his short goatee. Despite the hours of drug induced sleep he still had bags under his eyes. A chill caused the peach hairs on his tired body to stand tall, even beneath his checkered boxers.
As he opened up the brown kitchen cabinets, his flat stomach loudly growled with hunger. It was full...full of stuff he didn't feel like cooking. He opened the fridge, pulling out the basics, bread, peanut butter, and jelly. Untwisting the tie on the bread, he put two slices on a paper towel. Taking out a knife, he firmly gripped the peanut butter jar and twisted it open. After slathering a brown layer across the white bread, he placed his hand on the lid of the jelly...
Dylan heard a loud pop of the lid before feeling a sharp, wet slap across his face. It was so strong it threw him back on the table behind him. His vision was blurred as he felt something tightly grip his wrists, pinning them to the table. As he tried to stand up all the way, his eyes widened as a thin, cherry colored tentacle wrapped twice around his head before forcefully pinning its self between his lips. He tried to struggle once more, only to feel a throbbing pain in his skull as his head was smacked back down on the table.
The table creaked as the tentacles held Dylan firmly in place. He breathed heavily, gnawing at the rubbery tentacle in his mouth as he felt more snaking their way up his body; they gave off a gurgling growl as they shivered. A slimy substance ran down Dylan's arms and legs as they moved him around. Dylan gasped, still recovering from the throbbing in his head but focused enough to feel smaller tentacles as they took hold of the rim of his boxers.
Smoothly the tentacles pulled his boxers down so that they barely hung around his feet. Dylan's entire body tensed as he suddenly felt the warm moisture of a larger tentacle lingering around his firm ass. Gripping onto the edge of the table, he could almost predict what was coming next. A chill ran up his spine and his eyes narrowed as he moaned in a disturbed sort of way while the wet head of the tentacle teasingly lapped at the peach hairs around his tight, virgin asshole. It reared back, lapping up and then down, leaving a thick glob along his unbuggered rim.
Roughly tossed about, Dylan loudly grunted as he was thrown onto his back, pinned back down onto the table once more. The tentacle that had been wrapped around his head sharply pulled back before smacking him hard across the face again. He was dazed and helpless as it lunged towards his gaping mouth, forcing its way down his throat before he could even tell what was happening. It thrust in and out of his mouth, giving off wet squishing sounds as it furious pumped past his lips. The tentacles around his wrists allowed him to firmly grasp the thicker base of the one in vein, almost as if they were mocking his attempt. Dylan gagged, tears running down his cheeks as wet globs of orange dripped from between his lips and the tentacle furiously abusing his mouth and throat. His hands were then ripped from the single tentacle and forced back down to the table, all while the tentacle at his virgin hole resumed tossing his tight rim, getting it nice and wet.
As more, warm, salty, sticky fluid was being forced out of his mouth, more tentacles wrapped around Dylan's body, specifically pushing his head forward to gaze at the monstrosity forming below him. Two more tentacles wrapped around the one teasing his hole, almost as if they were competing to touch him the most. Then, with little warning, Dylan attempted to cry out past the tentacle thrusting down his throat as he felt an intense pressure in his ass. Lifted into the air, he struggled, expecting to feel some intense pain that surprisingly never came as the three tentacles fought to take up as much of his buggered hole as possible. Dylan clenched his fingers and toes, feeling somewhat numb as a vibration surged throughout his body. As a heavier flow of the fluid dripped down his lips and chin, he loudly moaned as he looked to his thick, seven inch semi hard uncut cock as it slowly started to spurt pre...
Raised into the air again, forced to face the floor, Dylan weakly took hold of the tentacle in his mouth again just as another smoothly wrapped its self around the thick foreskin of his hardening shaft. As the tentacles thrusting into his ass slowly bounced him up and down, Dylan could feel his fat cock slapping around against his will, throwing thick ropes of pre everywhere as one of the tentacles seemed to focus on grinding his warm, aching prostate.
Twisted around and back arched, Dylan grunted as his legs were raised into the air, giving the tentacles probing his ass easier access. The tentacle in his mouth slowly slipped out, leaving a thick trail of orangey goop along his goatee down to his bare chest; the slimy tip of the tendril groping against his large, perky brownish nipples. Still attempting to struggle against the tentacles against his wrists, it was the only other thing he could do as he focused on the ones violating his stretched asshole as they pushed outwards. He cried out, seeing the huge bulge forming in his stomach from the three massive tentacles forcefully fucking him.
He threw his head back, feeling the uncontrollable urge to moan as the tentacles eagerly abused his prostate just as the one tightly wrapped around his bulging ten inch shaft slid his foreskin back and forth until the head of his cock was turning purple. The tentacles then positioned him so that he was looking directly up at the head and piss slit of his cock. Dylan's eyes, filled with gag tears and tears of forced bliss, narrowed and his jaw feel open in a heavy moan, only moments before his aching cock head jumped and blasted him in the face. He took five sticky, heavy hot blasts of his own cum. It ran down along his cheek all the way to his chin, sticking to his shaggy goatee. Suddenly turned around to face the window in the kitchen, Dylan tightly clung to the tentacles around his wrists, letting out a forced moan as the tentacles pulled themselves from his stretched asshole with a loud slurp. The sudden relief in pressure made Dylan buck his hips, forcing one last spurt of cum from his twitching, spent cock.
The tentacles were relentless though. As he gasped and tried to recover, Dylan sucked through his teeth, feeling one of the smaller tentacles lapping at the sensitive head of his dick...letting him know that they weren't finished...