The massive creature's long, deep sleep was disturbed when its sensory tendrils, long since used, picked up the faint traces of something it could scarcely believe: three human boys casually and blissfully walking amongst the trees above which it made its vacuous home. It had been so long since anything so enticing had come its way that it roused itself and began to make its preparations for their arrival. To avoid too much movement and possibly alerting its prey, the creature didn't adjust its vast body. Rather, it concentrated on moving its many, many tentacles and tendrils into position, ready to snatch its prizes.

The boys, smiling and laughing as they moved through the glen, neared a clearing that lay directly above the creature's central chamber. However, the youngest among them made some comment about something further away and it appeared as if the boys would avoid the clearing altogether.

Not content to be denied what it had longed for, the creature sprang into action. It brought a long tentacle to the surface. It was a specialized tentacle, as so many were, and this one's ability was to be able to create a noise that was similar enough to a human voice as to warrant investigation by the three unsuspecting boys. To the creature's delight, the three moved into the clearing to investigate what had been the tentacle's temptation.

Once all three had arrived at the center of the clearing, the trap was sprung. The creature reshaped its central chamber, located directly underneath, into an orifice that rose rapidly upwards and breached the surface. It opened below the boys like a large, toothless chasm. At the same time, many tentacles also breached the surface, lashing out at anything that attempted to move.

One of the boys was caught almost immediately as his arms and legs were tightly wrapped. The second attempted to help his trapped friend, but unfortunately for him, that simply brought him into range of more unseen tentacles which snaked out and ensnared the would-be good Samaritan. The third boy, realizing the futility of the situation, made a mad dash for the edge of the clearing. He ran full tilt for the treeline, hoping that would be his salvation, but one tentacle managed to snag his small ankle and began to wrench him back towards his friends. The boy struggled desperately but there was no escape. The closer he came to the center, the more tentacles wrapped themselves around his helpless body.

All three were brought into the gaping maw of the beast, which slid back beneath the ground. As it did so, it carefully shifted and fixed the disturbed ground where the brief struggle had ensued so as to conceal all activity. It wouldn't want to alert any future prey.

The tentacles had released the boys into the central chamber which was a large space made up of irregular and soft, fleshy walls. The walls were laced with bio-luminescent veins that gave the chamber a soft, pink glow. This 'light' allowed the three captured boys to see as they waded around in the ankle-deep viscous fluid that covered the floor of their prison. The creature could feel their movement and began to grow excited at the events soon to come.

The boys attempted fruitlessly to find a way out of the chamber, slipping and sliding in the fluid as they did so. They began to notice that the fluid had begun to dissolve their shoes and socks, leaving them all barefoot. What's more, as they fell trying to escape, wherever the fluid touched their clothes, they, too, began to dissolve.

Panic set in as the boys assumed that the fluid was some type of stomach acid that would dissolve them as well and they furiously tried to get it off any exposed skin. But their worry was unfounded, as the fluid was carefully balanced by the creature to not harm any organic material. As the boys struggled to escape and continued to fall into the fluid, the creature decided a bit more was necessary and suddenly more oozed through the fleshy walls which caused all three boys to eventually be completely naked as their precious coverings dissolved before their eyes.

Embarrassed at their communal nudity, the three friends tightly covered their small, vulnerable cocks as they continued to frantically look for some sort of exit. The creature, enjoying their fruitless struggle, but desiring for the processing to get started, extended a variety of tentacles into the pit, grabbing all three by their wrists and ankles.

They were pulled down into the fluid fully, just to make sure every bit of covering was gone, and then they breached the surface, coughing and sputtering while still trapped by the tight tentacles.

Before they could recover, the creature dragged who it judged to be the oldest of the boys to the center as the younger boys watched from the sides, struggling in their restraining tendrils. They saw their friend elevated slightly above them as sensory tentacles appeared, rubbing every part of the boy's well-toned body. Guessing his age to be around 14, the blond boy's physique was quite good for his age as he was an avid sports player and with little body fat, his muscles, albeit still growing, were easily visible. Despite his musculature, the rest of his biology was surprisingly underdeveloped. The only body hair apart from his now-wet blond hair was the beginning of a small patch of hair above his also-modest genitals.

The boy was turned by the tentacles in such a way that he was facing his friends and his genitals were prominently displayed. The blond boy's face was crimson with shame as his friends watched helplessly. A tentacle rose slowly from beneath the fluid. Unlike the others, this one was not smooth. The tip resembled a human penis, albeit longer and more flexible, with a series of deep ribs spread along its surface. The appearance of it alone terrified the helpless boy who already had a good idea where this was headed and he began to struggle with renewed desperation.

The tentacle hovered just below the boy's exposed virginal entrance before pushing up and sliding into the warm, soft interior of the boy's anus. He screamed loudly as he was breached for the first time, but this was expected by the creature, who used the situation to force a second tentacle from above into the boy's mouth, stifling his screams and protests.

The tentacle that was tightly in the boy's posterior began to slide in and out, as his friends watched in horror. It stimulated his adolescent prostate, while at the same time the one in his mouth began to pump a thick, sweet, fluid down the boy's unwilling throat. Slowly but surely, the boy's struggles began to die down and eventually his eyes closed and his toned body went limp in the creature's hold.

As his friends watched silently, the tentacle in his mouth slowly retracted itself. Likewise, the tentacles that wrapped his wrists and ankles tightly unwound themselves and the boy was simply held aloft by the tentacle that was fitted tightly inside his ass. His limbs hung limply to the sides as the creature seemed to hold him up as a waiter would hold a tray of food with one hand. He was then moved, almost tenderly, towards the wall where he was slowly lowered into a seated position with just his head visible above the fluid that covered the floor.

The creature initially decided to go after the youngest boy, but decided against it. It would save him for last. The other boy, the one who had tried to rescue his friend, was instead dragged towards the center like the older boy before him. As the tendrils probed the boy's elevated and exposed body, the creature judged him to be around 13 or so. Certainly younger than the first but sporting the same bit of pubescent development on his mostly smooth body.

The same procedure repeated itself as tentacles from above and below moved to penetrate the helpless boy. As before, the struggles of the boy eventually died down as he moved into unconsciousness, and once again, he was elevated purely by the large tentacle wedged into his once-virginal asshole. The youngest watched as the boy was also placed against the wall.

The last boy was brought into the center. He had given up struggling and was simply crying softly as he was held in the embrace of the tentacles. The creature felt the expected horror the boy anticipated, but also shame and an echo of arousal. It felt the edges of the boy's mind and understood now why the other boy had tried to protect him earlier. There was something more than friendship between these two boys.

The creature savored the cruel thought of how close and yet how terribly far the two boys would forever be now as it pulled the little one forward. There was no resistance as he was lifted just like the others into the center of the chamber.

The tentacles slid across his smooth body, savoring the feeling as it always did. The boy was maybe 13, but a good argument could be made for 12, the creature thought. Unlike the other two, the boy sported no body hair whatsoever and the tentacles enjoyed their slither over his hairless pubic region. This, though, concerned the creature as the boy might not be able to produce what it needed him to produce.

A test was in order, so instead of pumping the fluid into the boy's stomach, it decided to spend more time simply in the rear of the boy, massaging his young prostate and watching his small cock rise to full mast. The boy struggled with the unfamiliar sensations and eventually, a small bead of glistening precum could be seen at the end of his small penis. Pleased at the result, the creature increased its ministrations, causing a gasp to finally escape the boy and the tentacle from above to enter him as it had done with the others.

Soon the boy joined his friends and the creature looked in satisfaction at its three new prizes as they lay unconscious against the walls of the chamber.

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As they slept, the boys were moved into a new chamber, smaller than the main chamber and just the right size for the three prizes. They were placed around the walls so that they could all see each other and then the flesh of the walls adjusted, drawing the hands inward and trapping them out to the side. Likewise, their feet were spread wide and then trapped behind the surface so that they were completely exposed to each other with their hands and feet lost behind the surrounding walls of viscous flesh.

Eventually the boys began to stir and despite their knowledge of their situation, they still attempted to escape as their muscles tensed and strained trying to free their trapped hands and feet. It was pointless even if they could have got their limbs free they were all still mated to the tentacle deep within them which continued to move around subtly stimulating the three trapped boys.

Occasionally, they would steal glances at the other boys' cocks and the tentacles that were firmly lodged up each of their asses.

The creature let the boys struggle for some time before it began to move its mating tentacles slowly in and out of the boys. The boys began to scream and shout but eventually it turned to moans as the creature discovered what stimulated each boy the most.

It played with them, slowly driving them up to the pleasure they now desperately desired. The boys were fully erect and each was soon a sweaty, moaning mess. None had ever felt pleasure like this as they were pushed to the most intense orgasm of their young lives. All three screamed in pleasure as they climaxed, shooting their young loads onto the floor of the chamber.

The creature gave them a moment to recover before its work began again. The tentacles grew steadily larger, sliding their ribbed surfaces over their prostates and bringing the boys closer again to that mind-shattering pleasure of before. But this time it stopped short.

The boys let out moans of confusion and gasps as the tentacles began again, pushing the three panting and now-sex-crazed boys towards the edge of pleasure. This time the creature went more slowly, taking almost 20 minutes to get each moaning boy to the peak. The three closed their eyes, minds awash with pleasure as they awaited their completion, each of them a hair's breadth from finishing, yet once again they were denied.

The boys cried out, pleading and struggling, begging for the strange sexual torture to end. The creature ignored them, instead using its fine sensory tentacle to taste the tip of each of their cocks, noting with satisfaction that all three had begun to leak precum slowly into the pool below. The tentacles waited a few minutes before beginning again. Over and over, it brought them to the edge of orgasmic pleasure before denying them their ultimate prize. The boys were crying out in despair and longing as their young, small cocks twitched and begged for release. They wept in frustration as they slumped in their viscous restraints.

As they were once again brought to the edge, each boy felt something inside of them. They knew they weren't ready to finish, but they all looked down in astonishment as the trail of precum became a steady stream of cum that flowed out of their small cocks without offering them any true release or lessening their maddening arousal, milking them but with no release.

The boys were crying tears of frustration before the creature started its assault yet again. They howled in despair as a cycle of edging began, this time taking less than an hour before the boys once again spilled their seed.

There was no relenting as the process began again, this time taking less than 10 minutes. Each time the creature would begin torturing the boys the cycles took less time to complete, until eventually there was no more cycle. There was just an endless churning as their prostates were stimulated and their half hard cocks leaked a constant stream of cum into the pool below.

The creature's kind learned long ago the value and power in the sweet nectar of boys. The essence of them was contained in it and from it the creature could perform wonders, not least of which was to keep the boys young forever. And by erasing their memories, it could begin their torment anew each day, guaranteeing there would be no escape. Only the cycle of sexual suffering.

To Be Continued