Eleven-year-old Zander Morris was still panting as he said goodbye to his friends at soccer practice. His smooth, toned body was drenched in sweat, darker blonde hair matted down to his scalp, white t-shirt almost see-through against his skin, but he felt good. It'd been a good practice and a good day. He waved at his dad when their car pulled up, and then he ran over. Even tired, he felt pleasure just from running.

"Hey Dad!" he shouted.

"Hey Z," replied his dad. It was his dad's usual greeting, but it felt a little bit muted compared to normal. Zander barely noticed as he climbed into the car. He felt his sweaty skin slide against the car seat and hoped dad wouldn't get upset.

"Practice was good!" he said excitedly.

"Good," replied his dad, non-committally, as he pulled the car away.

It _was_ strange, thought Zander. Usually his dad would… say something? Ask something? He'd ask how school was. His dad cared a lot about school. His dad was a geologist, and Zander wanted to be an astrophysicist or something like that, and his dad always liked to make fun of him. "Why look at the stars," his dad would joke, "when there's so much interesting stuff we don't know about Earth?" But that wasn't Zander. Zander always had his mind on the future, on what could be, on going places.

"School was good," the kid offered. "I got an A on the science test." That wasn't really a surprise. He was a nerd, but he wasn't a nerd nerd. He liked sports too, and he had lots of friends. Not the most popular kid, but he did fine. He just liked science, and he figured that was alright.

"Good," replied his dad again. That really was strange.

"You okay, Dad?" Zander felt a bit cold; it was probably the sweat drying on his skin.

"Yes," replied the man. "I… you…" he seemed to be struggling with something. Zander noticed his father's grip on the steering wheel tighten; his fingernails became white with the pressure. Then, suddenly, they released. "Everything is fine. I just want to show you something." And then the car took a turn, off the main road and up a small side street Zander had never been on. That was… pretty strange.

Zander wondered if something was wrong. He'd wondered if his parents might be getting a divorce, but he didn't think… they wouldn't go down some random street for that. His dad wouldn't be nervous about getting him a present? What was going on?

Lost in his thoughts, Zander stopped asking questions. He just sat there, heart beating nervously, waiting for his dad to get to wherever he was taking his son.

* * *

The car wound its way up a hill, or part-way up at least. Then his dad turned off even the side road, onto a dirt road or path or something.

"Dad? Where are we going?"

"Just wait… son," replied the man. "Just… wait."

It was really weird. Zander's heart was racing. He alternated between twiddling his thumbs nervously and running his hands over his thighs. They'd dried in the air conditioning of the car, turning a bit clammy with the remnants of sweat.

The dirt road was bumpy, and with all the tension he was feeling Zander felt helpless and confused and scared. When it stopped, the car was in front of some entrance… like a cave in the hill. His dad started to get out.

"Come," he said. "Um. Mom is inside."

"Why?" asked Zander, but he was already climbing out. He wanted to get away from all this, go watch YouTube or something to calm down. What was going on?

"Come," said his dad again, and started to walk into the cave. Zander scrambled after him. It was dark, and damp, but there at least seemed to be someone up ahead. As he got closer, light from the outside illuminated things enough for him to see his mother. She turned when he came. Was she crying? It was hard to tell in the light. But there was something… off about her eyes. Were they a bit purple?

Zander looked up at his dad. His eyes, too. Were they a different color than usual? That didn't make any sense.

"Mom!" called the boy. "What's going on?"

"Oh, Zander," she said.

Suddenly, the boy's father gripped his shoulders tightly. "We've brought him!" he yelled loudly.

"What?" cried Zander. "Let go of me!"

And then he felt something touch him.

"What?" he cried, pulling back one of his feet. But something had curled around the other. "Dad, what's going on?" It was slimy, and strong. Was it a rat or something? That didn't make sense. Suddenly it pulled, and…

And out of the shadows he saw something… a green body of some sort, and… giant purple tentacles that seemed to stretch out. That's what was on his ankle, and it was pulling him, pulling hard. He grabbed on to his father's arm. "DAD!" he cried. "MOM!"

His father's hand gripped back. It would be all right, thought Zander, Dad would get him out, Mom would get him out, they'd drive away. He could go watch YouTube.

And then a voice echoed through the cavern. "RELEASE THE BOY."

The color in dad's eyes darkened. The man seemed to bite his lower lip.

"RELEASE THE BOY."

His dad let go.

And then his dad pried his son's fingers off his arm.

Zander felt his footing go from under him as he was dragged away.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" He was trying to grab onto the floor, onto anything, but there was nothing for his fingers to dig into. A second tentacle wrapped around his other ankle. He was crying now, his vision obscured by tears, but he saw his parents just standing there, motionless. His dad hadn't even moved his arms since… since he'd let go…

The tentacles jerked upwards, and Zander felt his legs being pulled up, and suddenly he wasn't on the ground anymore. Tears now flowed _up_ his face; pain tore through his legs at the sharp pull and having to hold up his weight like that. His arms were flailing, but more tentacles reached out and got those too, one around each wrist. He pulled against them, but they were layered with muscles and far too strong… pulling against them didn't seem to do _anything_.

But then *they* pulled, and even though his muscles strained they easily stretched out his arms and legs. His whole body was suspended in the air, splayed out. The tentacles were slimy and sticky, and they felt gross on his skin. He pulled and pulled and it just didn't do anything.

"HELP!" he cried. But his parents didn't move at all.

A fifth tentacle began to slither along his leg, leaving some kind of mucus behind. "EUUUUUGH!" he cried, through his stream of tears. It started to massage his calf, and he shivered at the feeling. His whole body was heaving in fear and disgust as the creature's use of his body began.

"MOOOOOOOOOOOOM!" he cried again. But still she just stood there, watching.

He felt another cold, slimy tentacle reach underneath his shirt and start to feel along his back, almost as if it was feeding on his warmth, enjoying the pure, silky smoothness. Another one came up to his face; he tried to jerk away, but it just curled around his neck and then started to stroke his cheek. It wasn't loving at all. It was possessive. The smell of its slime was almost overwhelming, and it filled Zander's thoughts.

"Help! HELP! NOOOO!"

His body was immobilized by the grips around his wrists and ankles, and he already felt slime pooling on him. There were so many of the appendages. One was pulling off his shoes and socks, as if it understood clothing. The one on his back had curled around his body, and the tip of it was starting to caress his belly. Something was leaking out of it; he felt the liquid pooling, soaking into his skin and his t-shirt. This was so disgusting, what was happening? What was this?

"DAAAAA — " And he was cut off as the tentacle went from his cheek to his mouth, sinking right inside. He couldn't believe it; he could feel the slime oozing onto his tongue, sliding heavily down the back of his throat. He tried to bite down on it, but the skin was so tough it didn't seem to do anything. Although it might have jerked a bit in response, it didn't seem to be a reaction of pain…

Zander was completely helpless. He tried to scream but the sound was muffled by the tentacle that seemed to be exploring inside his mouth. Slime or… something was leaking, oozing slowly down his throat. He struggled against the tentacles' grips, hands balled into fists, but it did nothing.

And then one found its way up his thighs and started under his soccer shorts. "MMMMMMMMMM!" he cried through his gag. It pulled and he felt ripping; soon his shorts fell to the ground in pieces. Fear and shame coursed through him as he struggled in just his boxer briefs, somehow taking this moment in his overwhelmed mind to be embarrassed that his parents could see him, when he realized that he'd started to get a boner. That- that wasn't right!

The tentacle in his mouth pushed in deeper, starting to work its way into his throat, pulsing in and out, while the one that had been working on his shorts before they broke apart began to press its way underneath his boxer briefs. He twisted his body this way and that but it achieved nothing; the tentacle on his back just reached around to his belly and started to pull up his shirt.

Zander gagged and sputtered as the one in his mouth reached his throat, pushing in. He heard a rip from his underwear and felt it start to give. The stroking on his belly picked up in intensity, as if the creature itself was excited, and he found himself moaning at the touch. The tip of one of the tentacles began stroking along one of his nipples and he squirmed uncomfortably while all sorts of odd sensations and feelings coursed through his preteen body. His whole body was being stimulated, invaded, overwhelmed; the eleven-year-old simply couldn't comprehend it.

Moments later, the tentacle in his throat was driving relentlessly in and out, invading him as he gagged and tried desperately to breathe when he could. The tentacle on his nipple had pressed itself against it, and there seemed to be some kind of sucking sound. All the tentacles were leaking some kind of fluid that coated him completely, thick and viscous and gross and disgusting. Another rip, and his boxer briefs separated into two pieces, each one going down a smooth, hairless thigh. Even amidst the relentless rape, somehow he still felt ashamed once again knowing his parents could see his naked boner. But worse, his hairless cock and balls were completely exposed to this monster… and in whatever dim corner of his mind was still functioning, he realized that's exactly what it wanted.

And sure enough, moments later a new tentacle came up and surrounded his little dick. His dick sunk into the tentacle, as if it had a mouth, and it gyrated somehow with motions that drove little Zander absolutely wild. He squirmed from the stimulation even as the fucking of his throat continued. And then he felt one pushing up at his ass.

"Mmmmmm…NNNNNNNNN!" he cried.

No one will ever know if that monster found a soccer boy's taut ass to be especially delicious. No one will ever know if he found the smooth, hairless calves, the supple thighs, the athletic belly that still somehow had some baby fat to be especially appealing. But, regardless, no one can doubt that the creature was deeply, deeply enjoying itself as it lined up the tip of that tentacle with the fresh, virginal boy-ass that was in front of it. Little Zander might not have appreciated the slime he was covered in, but all of the tentacles were leaking their pre-cum now, and it surely helped with what happened next.

Which was a powerful thrust into that hole.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!" Zander screamed into his gagged mouth with whatever air he had left, biting down hard on the tentacle within his mouth. As the appendage in his ass pushed deeper and started to thrust in and out, his bite triggered the one in his mouth to orgasm and it spewed thick cum into his throat. The cum sank into his belly, becoming a part of him, infecting him. All the tentacles tightened their grips in sheer ecstasy as the true pleasure began and they started to use their prize more thoroughly.

Zander felt his stretched asshole expand further as the tentacle inside it began thrusting in and out, each time worming its way in deeper, pushing through his insides. He felt completely full, and sometimes it felt like he was going to split apart. His dick throbbed inside the warm, wet, tight tentacle that encircled it. Just as he was about to lose consciousness from his inability to breathe, the tentacle in his mouth, still spewing out cum, pulled out, dripping thick globs all over the preteen's body. He gasped desperately for air, his stomach rising and falling with each needy breath even as he felt his body swaying to and fro from the constant fucking in his ass.

The monster's cum and pre-cum soaked into the boy's body; it soaked into his belly; it soaked into his anus. It became a part of him. His mind was already hazy; slowly, he felt the monster's lusts and thoughts inside his mind. Some part of him started to realize what might've happened to his parents.

"Nooooooo…" he gasped softly.

His dick throbbed with lust and neediness. He found himself humping into the tentacle that held him. He didn't want this…

The tentacle in his ass found his prostate, and waves of pleasure flowed out. "Muuuuuuuh!" he moaned. His body humped forward. It fucked him deeper, and more waves of pleasure followed as the precum itself began soaking into his pleasure organ, overwhelming him, making him desperately more sensitive to it.

The boy was a disgusting, gooey mess, covered in sweat and precum and cum from all the tentacles. More cum leaked out of the one that had been in his mouth. The tentacle on his nipple was starting to rip away his t-shirt now. Other tentacles were drawing away the remnants of his boxer briefs so he'd be completely naked. His hard dick was experiencing pleasure like he'd never had before. The tentacle in his ass pushed in deeper, deeper, deeper…

"Ahhhhh…ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Zander couldn't… he didn't… it was…

His whole body was just a thing.

A thing for pleasure.

A thing that got pleasure.

A thing that gave pleasure.

He served it. Ragnar.

Ragnar.

Ragnar.

And his body arched back; his eyes closed; he cried out in pleasure, and pain, and loss as he came, thin, wispy strands of cum. He'd never made cum before, but now the little he produced flowed right into the tentacle that held his dick, and it seemed to just gulp it down. All together, the other tentacles surged forward; in his ass, he felt the tentacle thicken painfully as cum started to flow through it, and on his arms and legs and on his belly and neck and everywhere cum flowed from them, flowed and flowed and flowed from them, coating him in layers of goop and leaving him a sticky, overwhelmed mess.

Covered in goop, he humped his hips forward into it, feeling the pleasure, taking pleasure, letting out his release. He grunted in neediness and anger and release. He couldn't understand. He just came… and he just wanted more.

At last he finished. His boyish humping stopped; his cock softened. The creature's flow of cum, too, softened.

But the creature wasn't done.

Tentacles traded places; those that had been holding wrists and ankles moved to fuck him, while those that had fucked him took over thee restraint. The tentacle in his ass moved out, only to be replaced by a new one. Another tentacle pushed into his mouth. One started massaging his balls.

And once again, he felt himself getting fucked, fucked, fucked. Again. And again. And again.

* * *

It was dawn by the time the creature set Zander down. The boy had been fucked countless times, had cum countless times; he'd probably even dozed off a few times during his fucking. But he stood, there next to his parents, dripping a pool of cum, his eyes also showing a strange shade of purple.

"BRING ME ANOTHER," the creature called.

"Yes, Ragnar," the three said together.

And somewhere, something deep inside Zander shivered. Because he knew that when they brought the next boy… Ragnar would use both of them together. And he knew who he was going to bring, too: his best friend, Martin, from the science team.

Zander shivered as he stood there. Cum oozed down his thighs as the boy with the slightly purplish eyes awaited his next command.

The End