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This story was written for Dyluck as Day #11 of Kinktober 2020! Today's kink was "Tentacles" and the story contains tentacle based M/M sex between consenting adults. :3

A Visit to the Basement

Dyluck's cheeks burned beneath his blue scales as Chase led him through the doorway and down a set of solid concrete steps.

"We could just go home..."

The dragon murmured nervously as he was led by his partner into the dark basement of the pub, feeling his cock twitch within his jeans but not entirely sure if the desire burning within himself in that instant was worth the risk they were taking. Chase however had no such reservations, the wolf looking back over his shoulder with a grin and shaking his head.

"Maybe you can wait, but I can't."

Once they were downstairs, it took just a little searching for the two of them to find a side-room stacked with kegs affixed to pipes which ran up into a hole in the ceiling, the distant sounds of the bar above just about audible to both men's sharp ears. A large sign on the door proclaimed 'Staff Only: Do Not Enter!', but it was utterly ignored as both the dragon and wolf's cocks throbbed within their trousers. Bending Dyluck over one particularly large, almost full and thus suitably stable keg less than half a minute later, Chase reached around his lover's waist and began to unfasten Dyluck's belt. Soon they both had their trousers round their knees, and Chase chuckled as he squeezed a decently sized blob of lubricant out of a small, travel-sized bottle he'd slipped out of Dyluck's pocket just a few moments before.

"Told you it would come in handy."

The wolf growled as he kissed the back of his lover's neck while shuddering and slathering his deep red canid erection with lube, before pressing its tip to Dyluck's waiting asshole. A desperate, longing hiss escaped the dragon, who immediately began to push back against his partner, and within seconds both men were grunting and huffing loudly as they pressed themselves together and sank into complete, hilted contact with the other's needy body. Dyluck's clawed feet curled down against the concrete floor below as he felt Chase throb inside him, and he would have cried out loudly when the wolf wrapped a hand around his own ridged nine inch cock, had it not been for Chase's other hand pressing three fingers teasingly into his muzzle at that same moment.

Without a word, and without any further hesitation, the men began to fuck. They had no desire to draw this out, both because they were horny as hell and frankly because they were both eager to get back upstairs and continue their night out together. They didn't know what it was about this place, but the beer served here was the absolute best in town. Even beers they'd tried other places didn't taste half as good there as they did here, so while they were elated to get to be together, to hear their partners' moans and grunts of pleasure as they began to rock and hump against one another, there was little effort on either man's part to try and in any way savour the moment in favour of a rough, passionate quickie.

Of course, their haste was also motivated in part by knowing that they weren't meant to be down here at all. Every moment they spent here was a moment where they had the opportunity to be caught, and while if they were finished they could have made some case for getting lost on the way to the bathrooms which were indeed on the same rear corridor of the bar as the door to the basement, that would be a difficult argument to make if still rock hard and ploughing one another. Thus Chase worked himself into a frenzy, bending down over Dyluck and rutting the dragon roughly while biting down on the back of his lover's neck while the dragon himself muffled his own grunts of ecstasy by suckling that much more greedily upon Chase's fingers.

They were so worked up, so focused on fucking and cumming hard and fast, that neither one of them noticed that they had already been caught in the act. In fact, they'd been observed right from the moment they entered the keg room, not by a person or even a camera, but by the bar's most valuable yet secret employee.

*******

It watched the two anthro creatures enter, and immediately knew that they weren't any of the dozen or so people that it had been trained to acknowledge and obey. It quivered in fear. Before arriving at the bar it had wandered this world for many centuries, and rarely had its encounters with strangers been pleasant despite its wish to bring joy to all. From its tank at the rear of the room, tubes extending from the metal basin to the cluster of kegs so that it could impart a little of its essence into each pint poured, the entity watched without eyes and listened without ears to the pleasant sounds emerging from the creatures. It watched as one leaned another over one of the kegs, and it quivered in excitement as it recognised the motions they were making.

Sex.

These two creatures, these two males of their kinds, were having sex.

It had seen sex before.

It liked sex.

It liked sex a lot.

For a moment it hesitated. It remembered the rules. No interactions without permission. It was given peace and security and companionship and was rewarded in many other ways in exchange for its presence here, but it had been forced to learn patience. To understand that these anthro creatures valued their autonomy, and that though its essence was capable of bringing unspeakable joy to a person just by merely touching it, people would not appreciate being granted such bliss without willingly accepting it.

It understood. It respected the wishes of the staff who worked here, and in return they had come to accept its gifts willingly, joyfully even at the end of each and every shift; feeding it, bolstering it with their contentment as they drank of its essence straight from the source.

But, then it occurred to the entity... these creatures weren't staff. And yet, they were here. Stripping off their clothes, as a few of the staff who did work here sometimes did alone, whispering to it that this would just be their little secret while they urged it to begin touching them and feeding them. Were these new staff? Were they introducing themselves to the creature in a manner they knew it would enjoy? It wriggled and flowed within its vat, thinking, debating, deciding whether or not it should remain silent and unknown to them until they left or approached it more directly, or whether it should try and do what it wanted to do. To share in their sexual activity, and enhance it for them.

It knew what it wanted to do, of course.

And when it heard one of the creatures, the scaled one being penetrated by his furred companion, let slip a muffled plea...

"Mmhmhhh... more!"

...it could only believe that such a cry was meant for the entity itself, as more was exactly what it was hoping for an opportunity to share with them.

*******

Though in the entity's mind it was being perfectly methodical about its approach, there was absolutely no warning for Chase or Dyluck. One moment they were bent over the keg in the bar's basement, humping and stroking, whimpering and gasping in pleasure as they hurriedly advanced towards orgasm in near perfect unison, and the next it seemed as though the whole rear wall of the room was coming to life and surging towards them in a tangled mass of tentacles. They had barely noticed the metal tank at the rear of the room, and certainly hadn't noticed that it had anything in it right up until it erupted at them. Dozens of purple and pinkish tendrils erupted across the concrete room, and dragged the pair off their feet and into the air. They were already holding each other, one of Chase's arms wrapped around Dyluck's shoulders and the other masturbating his throbbing nine inches, but the tentacles made no effort to prise them apart. It didn't need to, its tendrils an impossible blend of liquid and solid all at once, able to compress and wriggle between their bodies and to tightly encircle them both, locking their torsos together whether the pair wished it or not.

Both the dragon and the wolf cried out in shock as they were hoisted into the air and bound in an instant, tendrils wrapping around not just the trunks of their bodies but each and every limb too, but before they could give any real voice to their shock or even cry out in concern for the man they loved, bigger, thicker tendrils stuffed themselves into both men's muzzles and down their throats. At the same instant, another thicker tentacle dripping with ooze stuffed itself into Chase's ass, while another displaced the wolf's squeezing, stroking hand and engulfed Dyluck's nine inch erection like a living fleshlight.

The two men gurgled, choked as hot, thick, sweet tasting slime poured down their throats. Their eyes bulged, their bodies shook, and then... then the fear was gone. The confusion, the shock of what was happening to them was gone as they felt the relaxation and joy they felt whenever they came and drank at this bar, only a thousand times more intense. Only pushed beyond contentment and elation by their already sexually excited and now even more intensely stimulated bodies, into mindless, blissful erotic euphoria.

Helplessly, greedily Chase felt his hips beginning to hump at the body still pressed against and wrapped around his own once more. His eyes bulged, he grunted, tried to howl around the thick tentacle not just pouring more of its sweet goo down his throat but actively fucking his muzzle with urgent strokes of the thick tentacle spreading it wide open, and with a thick, wet pop his knot sank into Dyluck's ass despite his every intention not to knot his partner on this particular occasion. A single squeeze of his knotted base by Dyluck's muscles was all it took as his pleasure seemed to double by the second while he gulped down more and more of that delicious slime, and Chase wailed a muffled cry of pure rapture as the tentacle stuffing his ass began to flatten and squish itself against his prostate, pulsing and throbbing purposefully against the section of his back passage which bordered that receptive flesh, and sending him spasming and pulsing into the throes of orgasm.

With rippling, stimulating and squeezing ooze of one of the entity's tentacles wrapped around every inch of his own shaft including the dragon's own swollen knot, Dyluck couldn't possibly have reacted to feeling his partner suddenly starting to unload inside his ass than by responding in kind. His head span with the intensity of the pleasure and instinctively he found himself suckling upon the tendril stuffed into his muzzle as though hoping that it would somehow encourage whatever was stimulating him so violently and so perfectly. He was, of course, correct in that instinctive assumption, and as yet more of the entity's ooze poured down his throat, Dyluck felt something incredible building inside of him. Something overwhelming even considering the fact that he was still cumming, still locked in the throes of a powerful orgasm right there and then. All he could do though was keep on trying to coax that feeling to grow stronger and stronger by the second, and to hope that the constant twitching and spurting of the cock already locked inside his ass meant that Chase was experiencing a similar impending overload of his own.

Eyes bulging, muzzles screaming at the top of their lungs but rendered all but silent by the goo pouring into their bellies and the tentacles humping their throats, both Chase and Dyluck came again, bodies thrashing against one another and within their flailing, sloppy yet inescapable bonds. Orgasm layered upon orgasm, pleasure upon pleasure crashed into them both like a freight train as the entity fed upon their bliss and returned it many times over. These two weren't reacting like individuals in its distant past had. They weren't struggling to escape or trying to fight off its myriad protrusions. Like the staff who worked here, they seemed to welcome the pleasure. To indulge in the extremes to which the entity's many probing tentacles and abundant, stimulating secretions could drive them. Thus, it assumed that they were members of staff after all. A fact which made it very, very happy, as it meant it didn't have to hold back. They hadn't instructed it that they had a time limit, they hadn't told it to hold back and release them after a certain number of orgasms. In fact, they hadn't given it any commands at all, which to the entity's mind meant one thing and one thing alone.

There was no limit to what it could do to them.

No limit to how far it could push them.

And so it would.

It would drain itself dry with the effort, for the first time since the staff Christmas party last year. It would wrap them up and coat them in its stimulating ooze until barely a scrap of flesh or fur was left visible to anyone else who might have come downstairs to check on them. And as the pair of bodies howled and spasmed and began their third consecutive orgasm without so much as a hint of coming down off the incredible high which the entity had provoked within them, it quivered in delight and began to seek out even more obscene, wonderful ways to make those funny, fleshy creatures happy.

By Jeeves

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