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Sex Toy	By : ulyferal Category: +S through Z > SwatKats Views: 2145 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Sex Toy
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When he awoke, he had the feeling he was underground.  The last thing he remembered was walking to his hummer and preparing to climb in when he was attacked from behind by someone who must have been hiding beneath one of the other cars near his in the parking garage of his apartment complex.   He'd been hit behind the head so swiftly and hard, the world went dark immediately.
And to think, all he'd intended to do was run to the store for milk.  That would teach him to be inattentive.  He felt like such an idiot!
He couldn't see as his eyes had been tightly wrapped with something.  Surprisingly, his mouth had been left free which wasn't such good news since it meant he was somewhere that was secure, and hidden enough, no one would hear him calling for help.
The next thing he noticed was the smell of water and the sound of it dripping somewhere to his left.  It made the cold, drafty place smell dank and nasty.
Besides the mask, he realized he was nearly naked, briefs being his only attire and that he was suspended in the air by his wrists.  They were in soft leather cuffs and spread apart as was his ankles.  All four were attached to chains affixed to ceiling and floor.
Well crap! He was spreadeagle in midair and his arms were aching fiercely which told him he'd been here, wherever here was, for sometime.  All around him was silent except for the dripping noise and the rattle of his chains each time he moved.
After being there for what seemed like an hour and raising his shoulders for the 100th time to ease his wrists, a sound that wasn't the water or chains, struck his ears.  He stiffened tensely, listening hard.  The noise grew louder. Something slithered across the floor, sounding like some kind of huge snake.  Crud! I hope that's not what it is.  He shivered in fear but still retained enough courage to yell out.
"Who are you?"  Nothing answered and the slithering never halted.
Panic filled his breast as whatever it was got closer and closer then stopped.  That was worse! He didn't know just how near the thing was and wasn't ashamed to admit he was totally freaked and afraid at this moment.  He trembled and tried to hear the thing move but nothing happened for many long minutes.
Suddenly, with no warning, he sensed something moving the air near his face then whatever it was caressed his cheek.  He screamed and jerked in reaction making all his bonds pull.  Now pain added to his panic.
The smooth finger-like appendage paid no heed to his panicked behavior as it moved from his right cheek to his left then down to his nose, blocking it for a moment before moving on to his mouth. Still afraid but determined to learn what he could of this thing, he dared to poke a tongue out to taste the intruder.
Whatever it was had a slightly salty taste and was scaly like a fish but didn't taste like one.  He jerked his tongue back but before he could close his mouth the finger-like thing stuck itself in after his tongue and searched around.
Horrified, he writhed and tried to bite it but it was too thick and tough, fangs only puncturing a little.  It didn't seem to mind that much.  What made the whole thing even more bizarre was the sensation of heat it was causing him, especially between his legs.  Kat's Alive! His body was actually getting aroused!  How wrong was that?
After some minutes of enduring the weird, probing sensation and bursts of erotic tingling it was causing him,  the thing finally withdrew and continued its explorations.  It wrapped around his neck a moment then drifted down his chest pausing at his nipples.  The size and shape told him this was some kind of tentacle.  What it was attached to he tried hard not to imagine or he might end up screaming in terror.
His wildly careening thoughts were halted by the feel of the tentacle's tip (he might as well think of it that way) brushing then curling around his right nipple making him gasp in shocked heat.
After squeezing gently for several seconds until the nipple rose into a taut peak, it moved to the left nipple and repeated its actions.  Leaving the hard nubbins to tighten even more from the cool air of the room, it continued down toward the belly.
By this point, all he could do was writhe helplessly in the throes of hot desire that almost killed his fear entirely.  He tried hard to resist what it was doing to him but it was a fast losing battle.  This is so wrong, he kept repeating to himself but his body refused to listen.
It was his own fault that he was so easily aroused.  He'd not bothered to take care of those particular bodily needs on a regular basis.  Using his job as an excuse, he never made time for a relationship much less just go for a one night stand occasionally.
If only this thing caused him pain or frightened him in some way but, no, it was unfailingly gentle and sensual in its touches.  With his body so starved of attention it begged for every caress, he found his resistance rapidly draining away. Nothing worked to halt his capitulation to this thing ... not his job as an Enforcer, not the pain from the restraints that pulled harshly on his arms and legs, nor his situation.  His traitorous body continued to respond to those touches with ever increasing lust, his mind rapidly drowning under the erotic assault... his cock swelling to a hardness he'd never experienced before.
The thing seemed to ignore the havoc it was causing as it continued its maddingly slow trip down the prisoner's body.  Nothing hurried it.  Not his screams, cries, swearing, nor writhing body. It's next target was the belly button.  Here it pushed a probing point into the umbilicus, wriggling around a bit.
He gasped at the weird sensation that sent rippling heat lightning up and down his spine and made his cock hard enough to begin leaking fluid and pushing out his briefs enough to nearly poke a hole through them.  The probing point backed out then returned to wriggle again in his belly button.  He made noises he'd never heard from himself before.
Seemingly satisfied, the tentacle pulled away then caressed downward over his hips before grabbing his briefs, ripping them off while bending his cock rather painfully in the process.
The cool air hit his swollen, hot member sending new thrills through him.  That smooth, cool, limb slithered up and around his member and squeezed.  He screamed in a mix of terror and hot desire, afraid it would yank his genitals off but it only squeezed then released a few times before stopping and using its tip to explore between the cock and balls, tickling the perineum before going on to tease his back passage.
He shuddered, eyes wide behind the mask, in anticipation and terror.  The tentacle caressed his buttocks gently then sent its tip between his thighs.  Going into a quick in and out motion, the tentacle set off more sparks of uncontrollable lust.
Crying out mindlessly, he shouted "... yes...yes...don't stop....!"  Then it stopped so suddenly, he trembled with dread and anticipation.
When he thought he was going to go out of his mind with need, the probing tip slid between his cheeks and into his channel smoother than any cock ever had.  There was no pain, only intense pleasure as it pushed inward and wiggled around, hitting his prostate with pinpoint accuracy.  It was absolutely indescribable.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" He wailed.  His hard, swollen cock exploded from the intensity of the pleasure and kept up a steady pulsing beat for minutes afterward which set off many smaller orgasms.
He hadn't been aware males were capable of multiple orgasms, but the tentacle was proving it could occur as his body kept jerking in explosion after explosion despite his cock being limp and drained. The tentacle withdrew without him even being aware of it, leaving him hanging in his restraints, limp and exhausted until consciousness left him.
He doubted he'd been out long but apparently it had been a sufficient length of time to get him down from his hanging position to this rough bed made of iron with a mattress that was rather thin beneath his back.  Someone had even laid a thick blanket over him so he wouldn't chill but gave him no pillow or sheets. He lay blinking up at the ceiling for long minutes before realizing he was no longer restrained nor blindfolded.  He guessed it was no longer necessary though he couldn't say why and didn't want to think about it too closely.
Sitting up slowly, he checked himself out. Both wrists and ankles had angry red marks on them but had been coated with some kind of soothing balm so they didn't hurt too badly.  His nether region felt well used but not sore and he had this languid sensation, as if he'd gone through an orgy which, considering what he'd been put through, pretty much summed up what had happened.  The memory made him shudder and vacillate between disgust and desire.
Shoving his disquiet away, he focused on something else.  At the foot of the bed lay a plastic tray with a bowl of some kind of soup and a glass of milk on it.  He had been lucky not to have kicked it to the floor.
Ignoring the food, he turned his attention to the room itself.  He realized, after a moment's glance, that it was his original prison, evidenced by the sign of the restraints across the room from him and the dripping sound.
The stone chamber was about six feet by six feet. There was enough room for the bed he sat on, the restraints area, and walking space.  The door looked thick and strong with no handle or hinges on his side of it. It did, however, have a window in it with bars across it ... obviously so his captors could see him before opening the door.  There were no windows.
The answer to the dripping sound turned out to be a pipe located where two walls met to the left of the door.  It ended some five feet from the floor, slowly weeping water down to a hole in the floor.
He grimaced at that.  Apparently, the water was for drinking and washing and the hole was for his bodily needs.  How gross was that?  But it saved on bothering with plumbing, he supposed.
Only a single florescent light tube on the ceiling provided illumination.  Peering under the bed, he saw it was firmly attached to the floor so he couldn't lift it up and try to use it to ram the door.  Someone knew what he was capable of and made sure he couldn't escape.
Leaving the bed, he set about searching the room more closely.  Unfortunately, he found nothing that would help him learn who had taken him nor how he was to get out.  Looking through the barred window in the door, he was met with a dark stone hall that only went to the left and turned out of his sight a short distance further on.  There was no one around and he could hear no other sounds but his own.
Sighing, he went back to the bed.  His belly grumbled loudly at the scent of food which smelled like some kind of fish stew.  Sitting down, he picked up the bowl and began to eat it slowly.  He detected nothing foreign in it and it was rather tasty.  He didn't think it would harm him as he got the impression they were insuring he stayed healthy but for what reason, he had no clue.
His search had turned up no cameras, though that didn't mean there weren't any. So that meant he wasn't here for some kind of sex thing at least he hoped not.  His mind churned over all the clues he had at the moment but they were depressingly few except for that tentacle creature.
That made him freeze.  Oh, hell no! Why would he want me and for what reason?  Certainly not for some puerile sex thrill?  Or would he?  He shook his head violently.  No way did he want to think this person would be that perverted.  Crazy but not perverted.  But then, why did he let that thing at me?  Crud! My head's hurting from all the questions.  Wonder if anyone even knows I'm missing yet?  And are they looking for me?  If it's who I think it is, no one might find me anytime soon unless there was a wit that saw me being snatched.
I am so screwed! He thought miserably.  He dragged the blanket around him and huddled within it.  Of all their enemies why did it have to be that one?  He shuddered with fear and loathing.  It was very possible he would never leave here alive but his enemy would pay dearly for taking him.  He would die fighting.   With that last firm resolve made, he laid down and tried to rest...he would need his strength for what was to come.
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