He had to hurry.
His footsteps echoed down the street. Had he escaped it? Well... it certainly seemed so. He leaned against a brick wall, a sigh of relief escaping him. Though not completely comfortable, he slowed down to a brisk walk, although often he found himself looking over his shoulder, and shuddering. Finally he reached his own front door. He gave a small chuckle of triumph, digging for his keys in his pocket, before finally able to enter his own home.
He flopped down on his couch, still breathing heavily. He leaned his head down, closing his eyes, feeling a light bead of sweat drip down his forehead.
Then he felt it again.
He recoiled, but instead it forced itself around his neck, not quite tightly enough to choke him, just soaking his skin again in that wet, rubbery liquid. He tried to yell out, but the foreign limb went just a little tighter against his skin in a threat.
He was still panting from the running, and though he hated to admit it, the little tentacles were indeed cooling him off. They slipped through his jeans first, ripping them and destroying them completely, before going upward and doing the same with his shirt. He felt a few softer tentacles wrap themselves around his wrist, before gliding themselves smoothly into his hands, and his fingers reflexively gripped them. The beast seemed to shudder with anticipation. The man, despite himself, smirked a little.
The tentacles went toward his head, massaging his scalp, while others traveled down his spine, tickling and massaging each individual bone. They touched and prodded at his nipples, before abruptly sticking a sucker on each. He gasped, trying with difficulty to withhold his moans.
There were tiny ones--small, almost cute with no suckers, touching and caressing the rest of his chest, his abs, going down to his hips (which he had difficulty with not bucking) and navel. He suddenly felt tentacles even tinier than those go against the back of his feet, before finally settling in between his toes. They didn't stop; they went up his legs, playing and gliding easily along the bend of his knees, reaching up to his thighs.
The beast shuddered again, and he almost couldn't help but shudder with it. The wet tentacles were all lubricated, and as they glided along his body they coated him as well, until finally some of the liquid began dripping on the floor. It made his body glisten slightly, and his underwear was absolutely soaked with it.
The tentacles were ever moving and ever playful, fitting and almost gently getting him worked up and ready. A tentacle slithered past his lips, and he opened his mouth, licking the spongey flesh and tasting the suckers. The creature seemed to moan now, it's shivering more than apparent, although it stayed patient, taking it's time with the human.
Suddenly a rather large one came toward his back, and tore his underwear apart. It revealed just how hard he was--without it actually touching him there, no less--and slid itself between his butt cheeks, rubbing up and down, fucking him just like that. He nearly bit the one in his mouth as the smaller ones that were still between his toes and had glided up his legs now reached up and tickled his balls. Suddenly one--no, two--wrapped around the base of his cock, keeping the blood from flowing, and thus preventing him from cumming, which he had felt like he would do any second now.
