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The Harvest

"Whatever you do, don't look at them. Keep your face down!"

Nicholas heard the advice from another man shuffling in the crowd. How did he end up here? Just last night, he was falling asleep when he started having nightmares. He had to piss so badly, he remembered getting up to go to the bathroom. And that was it.

Now, he was standing in a giant red hallway, like some Grand Central terminal of the damned with crowds of young men, pushing their way toward an exit.

Suddenly there was a squeal of noise, as if the largest steam kettle in the world was whistling. Coming through another portal was a black and gray thing. Nicholas blinked, trying to understand what he was seeing. It was a giant black and gray squid, shiny and slimey, the size of a house. But a squid did not have eyes like that! At the top of it were an array of five spider-like eyes. This blob squirmed, its surface shimmered, and its body turned, making more steaming noises while its tentacles punched and waved through the air.

The crowd panicked, pushing away. Some people cried out in fear. At the closest to the crowd, the alien turned and grabbed a man by his arm. He screamed and tried to pull away, but tentacle after tentacle snapped out to grab an appendage. He was dragged toward the alien's undulating torso when a darker, red gaping maw opened up. The crowd grew quiet and watched in horror as the man was pulled inside, and the mouth closed.

"The flesh!" Someone yelled. "It eats human flesh."

Nicholas was horrified at what he had just witnessed. His knees were weak. He didn't notice that he had pissed himself.

"Kid," a man looked down at the puddle of piss at Nicholas' feet. "How old are you?"

"I'm 18." Nicholas replied. "This can't be happening to me. I'm dreaming."

"This is real." The man shook his head. "These aliens. They eat us. We're food to them."

There was a long sound, like a trumpet. The crowd tried to push again toward one portal, but 2 more alien blobs came out and prodded the crowd to scatter. They expertly herded the men. Nicholas found himself being pushed with a smaller crowd into another direction. They were a panicked pack of them, desperate to live.

Their shepherding alien began to spray them with a fine yellow mist. There was a stinging sensation, and soon the men were pulling off their wet clothes as it irritated the skin. The alien then sprayed a blue mist over them - the stinging stopped and Nicholas detected a light smell of disinfectant. He looked at the twenty or so men in his crowd, naked and huddled, and he morbidly thought of those old Holocaust photos he saw in History class.

"They're going to eat us," he thought. "I don't want to die this way."

But there was a snap in his ear, and Nicholas was tripped forward. He yelled when he realized a tentacle was wrapped around his ankle. Another snap, and a second tentacle grabbed his other ankle, and he was soon hoisted upside down, helpless.

"Help me! Somebody help me!" he cried, but the crowd of naked men looked away in fear.

He tried twisting, but the 2 tentacles hoisted him upside down, 10 feet in the air, and held his legs apart.

"No!" he cried, but he had no strength to kick away their grip. He glanced behind him to see the alien spit out a 3rd tentacle that was like a wet, glistening black elephant's trunk. It ran itself across his buttocks and down his back. Nicholas screamed.

Then the 3rd tentacle started probing his front, running itself against his abs and then finally, nose to nose at his penis which was soft and flopped against his belly.

Nicholas squirmed to reach up. He would try to grab that 3rd tentacle before it could start eating him. But there were other loud snaps in his ear as another two tentacles grabbed him by his wrists to hold him in place.

The 3rd tentacle poked at the head of Nicholas' penis. He screamed, he yelled. The tentacle poked at him again.

"It's going to bite me right there!" Nicholas thought. He kept squirming and twisting, but the other tentacles held him suspended like a marionette puppet.

Suddenly, the 3rd tentacle arched back, looking like a snake about to strike.

With another snap, Nicholas watched as the 3rd tentacle leapt at his penis. It was easily 4x his girth but it rolled onto him, as if some giant wet black tube was pulling him in. Nicholas felt a familiar sucking sensation. As a kid, he had played with a vacuum cleaner but it did nothing for him. In high school, when he was too drunk to raise nothing more than a smile, he remembered a girlfriend's half-hearted attempt at a blowjob - just a wet mouthing on his limp dick.

But the alien was obviously experienced with human males as it rolled and undulated slowly, up and down his penis until finally, maybe due to gravity, maybe due to its persistence, Nicholas began to get an erection.

In spite of his initial fear, Nicholas let out a deep moan of pleasure as he hardened in the grasp of the black alien tube. Reacting to his burgeoning organ, the tentacle continued back and forth, inch by inch, sheathing itself up and down Nicholas' shaft. Then the 3rd tentacle itself sprouted smaller tendrils of oily black. Those tendrils spread up and down Nicholas' body. He shuddered when one tendril squeezed between his legs and found entrance at his anus. It wavered as if it wasn't sure to proceed and then nuzzled itself there.

Another tendril wrapped itself around his balls, expertly tightening around the base of his penis.

Nicholas glanced at the crowd of men who now stood transfixed watching him being milked upside down. He moaned again at one particular pumping stroke when there was one more snap and another tentacle reached out and covered his mouth.

He shook his head against the smelly seal against his mouth. It was like burning rubber, old tires.

The 3rd tentacle had completely encased his penis and was now pulsing, tightening up and down his length. The sensation was incredible - unlike the best blowjob or handjob he had ever experienced. The tentacle felt as if it had numerous rings of muscles, all pulsing in sequence down his turgid organ. For a split second, Nicholas smiled and thought it was as if he had a giant penis with 5 hands jerking him and 25 fingers stroking him.

With the one tentacle furiously sliding up and down his now glistening red erection, and the tendrils lightly touching his entire body, Nicholas spasmed with assorted pleasures. But he did not want to cum. He did not want to give the alien what it wanted, so he started to think about baseball scores and fat ugly Mrs. Jones down the street who walked to the mailbox every morning in her floral mou-mou.

But a familiar stirring was hitting him. Even with his mouth covered, Nicholas began to moan and grunt. He was about to cum, forced to power by this alien, forced to ejaculate like some prized bull. He grunted against the black bond over his mouth and felt the first hot jet of his cum spurt down the hungry orifice of the 3rd tentacle.

At his first spurt, the 3rd tentacle seemed excited and increased its pulsing and pumping. Delirious with pleasure, Nicholas saw stars and thought he was going to faint. With every spurt, his hips pushed forward and the tentacle was happy to savor every drop.

In seconds, it was over. Nicholas had delivered his load. The 3rd tentacle eased off his penis. And then the other tentacles gently lowered him back to the floor in front of the crowd. When the final tentacle removed itself from his mouth, Nicholas panted and reached down to rub his wet organs. His penis was red and wet and looking a little small.

"How are you doing, kid?" a man from the crowd asked.

Nicholas smiled. "That was the best orgasm I ever had."

"Well you must have impressed them," the man pointed behind him. "Because they're lining up for more!"
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