This takes up a series begun under my previous screen name Voluptuary_Manque. For it to make sense, you should go there and read it. VM2
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Evan Whitlow opened the weathered door to the tool shed dug into the base of Faculty Club Hill. He'd heard some other students at Benthamsthwaite College make mysterious hints about the place being somehow 'very special' so he was here to explore. Turning on his flashlight he saw rows and racks of landscaping tools and machinery--and another door at the far end. There not being anything special about lawn mowers, yard-vacs, shovels and rakes he went the next door and opened it. It revealed a tunnel cut into the living rock of the hill that was cool and smelled pleasantly damp. There a few puddles fed by drips from the ceiling or trickles down the walls but it seemed plenty safe so he closed the door behind him and went it. Eventually the tunnel ended in a theatrically iron-bound oak door that screamed, "B movie!" or "Vincent Price and Peter Lorre!" It was ridiculous so he turned the latch and opened it.
On the other side was a large, dim room with a padded floor. In the center of it stood something that looked for all the world like a giant, purple sea anemone on a tall stalk. It must have been ten or twelve high and at least eight feet across. There was an odd scent in the room, something rather like apple pie but with an unidentifiable twist. It certainly smelled good, whatever it was, and a bit heady, too.
He scanned his flashlight around the room but there wasn't much interesting there. The giant purple thing, on the other hand was very interesting so he moved closer. The tentacles seemed to be trembling slightly, so Evan moved closer yet to examine them.
One of the tentacles raised and pointed in his direction and blew a puff at him. The scent was much stronger now, almost intoxicating. It made him slightly light headed.
"Hello, young man," a voice like a talking bass flute came from the center of the thing, "what brings you here at this hour of night? Can I offer you a drink?"
Another arm reached out to him with a large, amber droplet on the end. Against his better judgement, Evan touched the drop with his finger and put a bit on his tongue. It was delicious!
"More?" asked the voice and raised the tentacle to Evan's lips. Unable to resist, the youth opened his mouth and the tentacle popped inside and gave him a mouthful.
"Swallow!" it commanded and having little choice, he obeyed. The fluid warmed all the way down and once in his stomach, sent heat all through the rest of his body, especially into his crotch.
"Wha--what was that?" Evan asked in alarm.
The voice seemed to chuckle. "My special sauce, young man, and let me introduce myself. I am Teddy, of whom you have perhaps heard. Yes, I'm real and yes, you are now mine. Let me get you out of those clothes so we can have lots of fun together."
Two arms slid up under his T-shirt and hoodie and peeled them off. Evan tried to resist but his reactions seemed slowed and he was bare-chested before he knew what had happened. And before he could recover from his surprise and utter a protest, his sneakers were untied, slipped off (along with his socks) and his sweat pants and underwear tossed across the room. Evan should have been frightened or alarmed but instead found himself inexplicably excited.
"What are you doing?" he squeaked.
"I'm going to have you," Teddy fluted, "and I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."
Multiple arms bound Evan's arms to his side and drew him into the waving mass. They caressed his face, ran through his hair and stroked his body, eventually concentrating on his stiffening manhood and his buttocks. Evan began to sigh and moan softly. It all felt amazingly good.
Soon he was being stroked with one slippery tentacle while another inserted itself up his backside. This, too, felt amazing, especially when the naughty tip tickled his prostate before entering him deeper, swelling larger and then beginning to piston in and out.
Evan moaned louder.
"That's what I want to hear, young man, your carnal delight. Now I shall bring you to climax. The chemicals you give off are so delicious!"
Faster the stroking and the sodomy until, with a groan, Evan erupted. He sighed loudly and collapsed.
"Beautifully done, lover. Now, go to sleep and in the morning I will have you again and you can go to breakfast."
*****
In the dormitory dining hall the next morning, Evan sat dreamily chewing on a couple of scrambled eggs and a sausage when one of the voluptuous upper class women (they were all voluptuous) put her tray down across from him.
"Mind of I join you? I'm Tanya Washington," she drawled, "and you, I believe are Ethan Whitlow?"
"Uh, That's right. How did you know? And I'm pleased to meet you, Tanya."
The pretty, chocolate face winked at him and with a leer said, "I was told. And am I correct in believing that you met our Teddy last night? You look like someone who has had the usual introduction he gives those who meet him."
"I do? He does?" Evan wanted to carry on an intelligent conversation but was having the hardest time pulling his eyes up to her face. Her cleavage was hypnotizing.
Tanya giggled and shimmied slightly. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra. "You do and yes, he does. At least as a guy you only get face fucked, jerked off and buggered. We chicks all get triple penetrated. It's a little alarming the first time. So how many times did he have you?"
"Uh, twice? Last night and again this morning?"
"And right now you're feeling very happy but a little stretched, aren't you?"
"How do you know? And what is this all about?"
"You go get yourself a big ol' heap of hashbrowns, a couple of pork chops and half a cantaloupe. You're going to need them and while you scarf them down, I'll explain."
