Subject 34
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
33,125
Reviews:
20
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Subject 34
The test subject was some college student looking for a quick week’s paycheck in one easy afternoon. The young man wasn’t bad looking, especially now that he was doped enough to be comfortable wearing nothing but a lazy smile.
When the young man stepped into the test room, he noticed the strangest smell. A warm, musty smell like clean dog breath. He turned to ask what it was, and the door closed behind him, leaving him in near darkness.
One red light buzzed quietly at the ceiling.
“Subject 34, please relax. We’re going to begin now,” came a tinny, disembodied voice.
The young man nodded. Easy enough so far. He was naked, but at least no one was looking. Right?
And then the bright lights came on.
And the man’s eyes widened at the sight of what looked like a big, living plant. Or an octopus-creature. Or…something…unnatural like that.
“We would like you to approach the target, Subject 34.”
This seemed reasonable enough. So the young man stepped forward, bare feet slapping against the tile.
The…creature…plant…thing…was a pale, peachy color. And it looked very moist. It moved slowly, undulating like a sea anemone, leaving a trail of shiny slime across the tile. In all honestly, the creature-plant was sort of beautiful. And the closer Subject 34 got, the more oddly enticing the creature smelled.
Hang out with a moving plant. Okay. This was definitely going to be an easy paycheck.
“Subject 34, excellent. Now lift your arms.”
And Subject 34 did, and immediately yelped, because the faceless, eyeless, body-less thing was touching him now. Lapping at him, tongue without a tongue, warm and fleshy and leaving a trail of soft, sticky goo.
Okay, so this was a little bit freaky.
The tip of one of the…tentacles…was a little smaller than his fist, and it brushed across his nipple, tickling him.
And freaky or not…that felt incredible.
Subject 34 realized, with a slight amount of discomfort, that he was becoming…visibly aroused.
Just as he hoped the creature wouldn’t notice, one of those warm, moist appendages brushed against his warm, dry erection, and he gasped…and looked down.
His skin was flush, pinker than the sickly peach color of the tentacle. The creature’s moisture left a shiny patch along his cock, and he groaned, wanting to touch himself, wanting to slide that moisture around.
Whatever the hell those guys had given him to drink beforehand was making him feel -really- good. Or maybe…it was that beautiful smell…or the way the creature made his skin tingle.
Either way this experiment was just getting better and better.
“That tickles,” Subject 34 told the creature-plant, grinning at it.
The creature-plant didn’t respond.
Instead, it reached around behind him drew him closer with its “arms,” and started tracing wet designs on the young man’s back.
The tinny voice was now silent.
But Subject 34 was not.
“Ohhh…oh…oh…yeah, that tick~les…oh uh huh…that tickles…that’s GOOD…there…oh yeah…”
The tentacles were cradling him now, supporting the man as his knees started to go weak with the teasing sensation of one thin, snake-like bit wrapping around his cock and giving a slow, wet, gentle tug.
It felt so good that he barely noticed another tip starting to stroke along the cleft of his ass. Just touching the skin at first…then pressing a little harder…starting to part his asscheeks…then pressing a little harder, until the slick, moist surface was brushing over his entrance…over and over.
Subject 34 felt like he was flying. He wanted that thing to touch him more, to touch him everywhere. He wanted it touch it back! But the damn tentacles always seemed to be moving. And the more he squirmed, the more they moved, until finally he couldn’t squirm much more because they seemed to have him almost entirely immobile.
The sensation of having his arms trapped, stretched out to each side, and suck/licked/fondled by tentacles should have been disconcerting…to say the least.
But Subject 34 only tossed his head back and moaned.
Notes were taken.
And inside the tile room, the fleshy tip of one of the creature-plant’s appendages started to apply gentle, sucking pressure to the clenched pucker of Subject 34’s opening. The young man tried to scream. It felt so. Fucking. Good.
But when he opened his mouth to release that cry of pleasure, the sound was immediately muffled.
The taste was warm, earthy. Musky and not unpleasant…just strange. Subject 34 closed his eyes, and let the thing stroke his tongue…pump in and out of his mouth slowly. It was soft against his lips, spongy on the surface like a tapioca ball, but hard enough to fill his mouth.
When the creature-plant started to penetrate him, it was like a warm, wet tongue kissing and pushing into his hole. His muscles clenched tight, and then relaxed with surprising ease. The tentacle-tongue pushed a little, and a little more, until he felt that immediate, prickly burn of being pushed open completely…that split-second reaction of ‘wait!’ before the body relaxed, decided that was okay.
More than okay.
Subject 34 was in ecstasy now. The tongue-thing was growing and stroking and it felt like it was licking all inside of him, spreading in his body, finding his prostate and throbbing against it like some living, warm toy. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was so full, drool and sweet moisture running down his chin, running down his inner thighs where the tentacle-tongue felt like a cock now, felt like a cock fucking him slow, slow and deep and HUMMING in his body.
Three …maybe four of the thinner tentacles wrapped around his cock, pulling and tugging with a steady, constant rhythm, teasing him close to orgasm so fast that he wanted to tell it to stop, to slow down, because FUCK it felt good, mouth full, ass spread and burning from a growing friction, deep pushes, more and more moisture dripping and tickling down his chest and thighs. These were like wet, steamy fingers, pressing and tugging and stroking, more lifting his balls, teasing them, another probing at the slit of his cock, teasing at the threat of pushing in there as well.
Subject 34 was trembling with it all now. Moaning again and again and again, his fingers kneading at thin air, his chest rising and falling with heaving breaths, his toes curled tight because the creature had him fully suspended now, caught in a tangle of moist penetration and tight stroking and probing, suckling caresses.
When the cock-tentacle pulled out of his mouth, and rubbed across his check in some sort of obscene, slow caress, Subject 34 let out a shuddering, hoarse cry. He shot hard, orgasm caught all up inside him for one near painful moment before he was bursting, shooting ribbons of milky semen all over the sticky peach surface of the creature-plant. He cried out again and again, and the long thing in his ass kept fucking him, making sucking, loud, wet sounds. Even as his body started to go limp, shuddering with the aftershock of release, the thing continued to fuck his warm, relaxed body.
When it slowed, and finally withdrew, the tip became thinner again, like a tongue once more, soothing his gaping hole, licking along the rim until his flushed, wet flesh stopped spasming. The creature plant cradled Subject 34’s body, each caress leaving more shiny, wet residue across his body. When the bright lights from above turned off, the young man was asleep in fleshy peach limbs.
When the young man stepped into the test room, he noticed the strangest smell. A warm, musty smell like clean dog breath. He turned to ask what it was, and the door closed behind him, leaving him in near darkness.
One red light buzzed quietly at the ceiling.
“Subject 34, please relax. We’re going to begin now,” came a tinny, disembodied voice.
The young man nodded. Easy enough so far. He was naked, but at least no one was looking. Right?
And then the bright lights came on.
And the man’s eyes widened at the sight of what looked like a big, living plant. Or an octopus-creature. Or…something…unnatural like that.
“We would like you to approach the target, Subject 34.”
This seemed reasonable enough. So the young man stepped forward, bare feet slapping against the tile.
The…creature…plant…thing…was a pale, peachy color. And it looked very moist. It moved slowly, undulating like a sea anemone, leaving a trail of shiny slime across the tile. In all honestly, the creature-plant was sort of beautiful. And the closer Subject 34 got, the more oddly enticing the creature smelled.
Hang out with a moving plant. Okay. This was definitely going to be an easy paycheck.
“Subject 34, excellent. Now lift your arms.”
And Subject 34 did, and immediately yelped, because the faceless, eyeless, body-less thing was touching him now. Lapping at him, tongue without a tongue, warm and fleshy and leaving a trail of soft, sticky goo.
Okay, so this was a little bit freaky.
The tip of one of the…tentacles…was a little smaller than his fist, and it brushed across his nipple, tickling him.
And freaky or not…that felt incredible.
Subject 34 realized, with a slight amount of discomfort, that he was becoming…visibly aroused.
Just as he hoped the creature wouldn’t notice, one of those warm, moist appendages brushed against his warm, dry erection, and he gasped…and looked down.
His skin was flush, pinker than the sickly peach color of the tentacle. The creature’s moisture left a shiny patch along his cock, and he groaned, wanting to touch himself, wanting to slide that moisture around.
Whatever the hell those guys had given him to drink beforehand was making him feel -really- good. Or maybe…it was that beautiful smell…or the way the creature made his skin tingle.
Either way this experiment was just getting better and better.
“That tickles,” Subject 34 told the creature-plant, grinning at it.
The creature-plant didn’t respond.
Instead, it reached around behind him drew him closer with its “arms,” and started tracing wet designs on the young man’s back.
The tinny voice was now silent.
But Subject 34 was not.
“Ohhh…oh…oh…yeah, that tick~les…oh uh huh…that tickles…that’s GOOD…there…oh yeah…”
The tentacles were cradling him now, supporting the man as his knees started to go weak with the teasing sensation of one thin, snake-like bit wrapping around his cock and giving a slow, wet, gentle tug.
It felt so good that he barely noticed another tip starting to stroke along the cleft of his ass. Just touching the skin at first…then pressing a little harder…starting to part his asscheeks…then pressing a little harder, until the slick, moist surface was brushing over his entrance…over and over.
Subject 34 felt like he was flying. He wanted that thing to touch him more, to touch him everywhere. He wanted it touch it back! But the damn tentacles always seemed to be moving. And the more he squirmed, the more they moved, until finally he couldn’t squirm much more because they seemed to have him almost entirely immobile.
The sensation of having his arms trapped, stretched out to each side, and suck/licked/fondled by tentacles should have been disconcerting…to say the least.
But Subject 34 only tossed his head back and moaned.
Notes were taken.
And inside the tile room, the fleshy tip of one of the creature-plant’s appendages started to apply gentle, sucking pressure to the clenched pucker of Subject 34’s opening. The young man tried to scream. It felt so. Fucking. Good.
But when he opened his mouth to release that cry of pleasure, the sound was immediately muffled.
The taste was warm, earthy. Musky and not unpleasant…just strange. Subject 34 closed his eyes, and let the thing stroke his tongue…pump in and out of his mouth slowly. It was soft against his lips, spongy on the surface like a tapioca ball, but hard enough to fill his mouth.
When the creature-plant started to penetrate him, it was like a warm, wet tongue kissing and pushing into his hole. His muscles clenched tight, and then relaxed with surprising ease. The tentacle-tongue pushed a little, and a little more, until he felt that immediate, prickly burn of being pushed open completely…that split-second reaction of ‘wait!’ before the body relaxed, decided that was okay.
More than okay.
Subject 34 was in ecstasy now. The tongue-thing was growing and stroking and it felt like it was licking all inside of him, spreading in his body, finding his prostate and throbbing against it like some living, warm toy. He wanted to scream, but his mouth was so full, drool and sweet moisture running down his chin, running down his inner thighs where the tentacle-tongue felt like a cock now, felt like a cock fucking him slow, slow and deep and HUMMING in his body.
Three …maybe four of the thinner tentacles wrapped around his cock, pulling and tugging with a steady, constant rhythm, teasing him close to orgasm so fast that he wanted to tell it to stop, to slow down, because FUCK it felt good, mouth full, ass spread and burning from a growing friction, deep pushes, more and more moisture dripping and tickling down his chest and thighs. These were like wet, steamy fingers, pressing and tugging and stroking, more lifting his balls, teasing them, another probing at the slit of his cock, teasing at the threat of pushing in there as well.
Subject 34 was trembling with it all now. Moaning again and again and again, his fingers kneading at thin air, his chest rising and falling with heaving breaths, his toes curled tight because the creature had him fully suspended now, caught in a tangle of moist penetration and tight stroking and probing, suckling caresses.
When the cock-tentacle pulled out of his mouth, and rubbed across his check in some sort of obscene, slow caress, Subject 34 let out a shuddering, hoarse cry. He shot hard, orgasm caught all up inside him for one near painful moment before he was bursting, shooting ribbons of milky semen all over the sticky peach surface of the creature-plant. He cried out again and again, and the long thing in his ass kept fucking him, making sucking, loud, wet sounds. Even as his body started to go limp, shuddering with the aftershock of release, the thing continued to fuck his warm, relaxed body.
When it slowed, and finally withdrew, the tip became thinner again, like a tongue once more, soothing his gaping hole, licking along the rim until his flushed, wet flesh stopped spasming. The creature plant cradled Subject 34’s body, each caress leaving more shiny, wet residue across his body. When the bright lights from above turned off, the young man was asleep in fleshy peach limbs.