This is a work of fiction. Nothing is real, everything is permitted
The man was starting to panic. He couldn't see any possible way to escape from the creature holding him in place to the floor, let alone the room he was trapped in with it. He had to fight with every ounce of his being to focus, not on the amazing feeling of euphoria the aroma inside the room was giving him, but on how to get out. His mind was in a haze, and he hardly noticed that the creature had moved him onto his hands and knees and was now spreading his legs apart on the floor. He shook his head vigorously and cleared his mind, just in time to notice that the set of tentacles that made him cum once before were already back to work on his cock, sucking, massaging and rubbing up and down his already stiffening shaft once again.
He hadn't noticed, at least not yet, the set of tentacles behind him. There were three of them, forming themselves out of the mold of blue gel that this creature seemed to be made out of. Two of them fastened onto either of his butt cheeks and slowly pulled them apart, while the third made its way towards his hole slowly. It was secreting a large amount of the same fluid as the rest of the tentacles, and when it reached his anus, it began to slowly push its way into his ass. His eyes were focused straight ahead of him at another tentacle that was positioned directly in front of his face, no doubt waiting for him to open his mouth and accept that he was just going to have to suck on it. He still was not going to do it.