I’m an adult, Marco told himself as he looked to the window of the adult sex toy store, adults do this sort of thing all the time. It doesn’t mean anything. But Marco was also the man who ordered all of his condoms and lubricants online so he didn’t have to deal with a cashier. He pushed open the car door, closed it, locked the car, and kept moving his feet. This was a virginal experience and he felt ashamed. But he was doing this for Heather, he told himself, and he’d do anything for her. So what if he had to confront an embarrassing situation, he told himself, the other night he just talked about anal sex with his gay, best friend. I’ll do it. I’m doing it. But he couldn’t help but look over his shoulder as he entered.
He stepped into the store and for a moment he almost turned and ran out but decided that would be more embarrassing so he stepped in further. But he froze in his tracks when he looked to the counter and spotted a man and a woman behind it. Which do I pick? Which will pick me? I’m so embarrassed I must be the color of a tomato. He looked down to the carpet, his shoes, and moved his feet until he was the farthest away he could get to the farthest wall, and he found himself standing in front of a wall of sex toys, some he had seen but many he had not. And there were these pup masks, horse masks, bull whips hung loose for testing and for a moment he panicked about accidentally brushing against it. Would that tool of pain feel so good dragged across his skin? He reached to his chest and started to turn his feet. But where do I go? He needed help. But which to choose?
The obvious choice would be the woman but she reminded him too much of Heather so he looked to the man who stood in a slightly effeminate way, perfect, reminds me of Roger, he thought. He looked between them then settled on the man, Clark.
“This is a penis thing,” he whispered to his coworker.
“Don’t you think that straight boy would be more comfortable with me?”
“Look at him, a doe in front of a hunter, you’d freak him out because he’d be thinking about sex. I’m none threatening because he doesn’t want to have sex with me, even though I desperately want to have sex with him.”
“If he runs-”
“Please, I’m a penis professional,” he replied. “I’ll be right there,” he yelled across the store before stepping from behind the counter. He moved to Marco, clasped his hands together lightly. “How can I help you sir?”
“I’m looking for a gift for my wife. This is kind of the last place I want to be but I’d do anything for her, so it’s like, but I don’t know what she wants. I mean we never really talked about it, well, not completely. I mean she’d recommend something and maybe I’d say something but, you know, it wasn’t like serious. We’ve always had great sex.”
That last word escaped him as if it were his last breath and he placed his hands on his knees as he bent over gasping for breath.
“Can I sit down somewhere?”
“Come with me dear,” Clark replied before walking away and motioning with his finger for him to follow. “Can we get this man some water?”
Marco moved across the store to the counter where he found a stool and sat on it. He leaned against the counter until the woman, Jennifer, handed him a bottle of water. Clark motioned for her to leave them and for a moment she resisted until he made a more insistent motion making her smirk as she stepped away.
“I’m sure you two have great sex,” Clark said, “but you, or her, well you want something a little more, like a spice. There’s nothing wrong with a spice.”
“My favorite meal is a hamburger and fries,” Marco replied.
“A plain boy then,” Clark said, “you really are vanilla. Okay, well, let’s think. Okay, think of it like this gift you’re giving your wife, but it’s like Christmas everyday for her, whatever it is. Whenever the two of you, or just her, use this thing it’s like Christmas morning.”
“Okay, I can think about it that way,” Marco said.
He downed the last of the water and gathered his breath. They started to walk. And for once as he looked at the items he started to laugh. It wasn’t the kink, the toy just looked ridiculous.
“See, we can all laugh a little about sex,” Clark said, “It’s not such a big deal.”
“I feel better now,” Marco replied, “really I do.”
“Okay, well, let’s just see if there’s something that gets your attention.”
And they walked up and down the aisles mostly pointing out different things to each other. Back at the wall Clark got Marco to run the bull whip over his forearm. Marco giggled a little and put it back immediately as if it had stirred something in him and he was afraid. They explored every aisle, every display, it felt like they had been through every turn in a maze and yet were still lost. Finally Clark stopped him in the back of the store away from the few customers who had stopped in while they were browsing.
“What is it you’re looking for? We’ve passed the whips and chains, handcuffs, and you didn’t want any of that. You said you want a present for your wife. Is there something special you want?”
“Yes, I need something special, something really special.”
“What are we talking about?”
“I want something different. I want something special.”
“How much do you got?”
“I’ve got a thousand dollars to spend.”
“Really? Oh, well that changes things, come with me.”
And there it was, a curtain if beads Marco hadn’t seen previously. Clark stepped through and Marco followed after. This back room was dark and dusty, lit by different colored bulbs, red lights, purple lights, orange. The room was illuminated yet it had these dark shadows and he couldn’t tell just how big the room was.
“Over here,” Clark waved him to a table where it looked like there was a sculpture, an octopus, carved from wood. “Do you believe in magic?”
“I mean I’m skeptical, not like real magic, but I guess I’m agnostic. I want it to be real. I guess. What are you talking about?”
“Right here is a gift guaranteed to grant your wife’s best fantasy. All of the way from Japan, this little sculpture is capable of completely satisfying your wife. What do you think?”
“It looks like a piece of wood. It’s a nice piece of wood, but I don’t know. She’d hate me if I got her just this.”
“Is there something else she wants?”
“Look, I didn’t feel like saying this out there, but she wants to fuck me in the ass.”
“Oh, well, I’ll tell you what. If you buy this sculpture and promise she’ll give it a try then I’ll throw in the small and large dildos as well as a harness.”
“Really? But I have to pay for that?”
Clark ran his hand along the statue from one end to the other as if caressing a pet. Marco tightened his shoulders.
“Okay, I’ll give you seven hundred fifty dollars worth of stuff, so really it will just cost you two hundred and fifty dollars.”
“I guess,” Marco squeaked.
“I know if I just go home with just this thing she’ll definitely shove it up my ass.”
Clark let out a laugh and clapped his hands.
“Oh she will be so satisfied. I’ll write out the directions for her.”
Marco felt completely happy as he paid for everything and left the store with a bit of pep in his step. He had been to his first adult store and it was fun, plus he got such a good deal. He had stopped counting how much free stuff he was getting. The man seemed to be picking it out more from amusement and joy than anything else. He put his bag in the trunk and felt satisfied that he’d have a story to tell.
But the feeling was completely opposite when he got home. Despite the fact that his wife wasn’t home he ran through the rooms to get to the bedroom where he dumped out the bag on the bed. He saw a few obvious things: the statue and a pair of cuffs, but then he started looking through everything else and his heart sunk. Everything was for her, leather harness, a collection of dildos, small, medium, large, and holy shit, he picked it up. How did he get this in here? There’s no way I’m taking this, Marco said to himself, okay, new game plan, he told himself.
Just the octopus statue. This was it. This was just for her, some kind tentacled little toy that would satisfy her most secret desire. He’d try this first and hide the rest. And if she really hated it, like really hated it, then he could think about the other things. So he picked it up and set it aside before she came back and walked in on him. He hid all of the other toys first, then hid the statue where she couldn’t find it easily but it was still convenient for him. He paced the floors, played videogames, and even washed the dishes. He told himself repeatedly not to make a big deal of it but he couldn’t keep the secret and as soon as she got home he took her to the bedroom and got it out for her.
“What’s this?”
“It’s supposed to fulfill your desires.”
“It’s wood.”
“There’s instructions.”
“Okay,” she said dryly.
“Do you like it?”
“What’s it supposed to do?”
“I just told you.”
“Well, I’ll play with it later I guess,”
And she tossed it on the bed and they left it there. They went into the kitchen, cooked a meal, ate dinner, and it all felt so normal as they made their way to the couch with a glass of wine in hand. She rubbed at his chest, rubbed at his crotch, then looked him in the eye. He was ready for it.
“Why am I bothering with you when I have a piece of wood in the bedroom?” she asked before getting up and stepping away.
“What are you doing?”
“Going to bed,” she said.
Marco felt his erection begin to deflate, ejaculate leaked against his underwear. He wanted her back and yet he knew she was just teasing him. She’d keep up this ruse for an hour or so then when he got to bed she’d want him. And she walked away so he opened his jeans and began to rub at his dick as he changed the video on the television. He heard her close the bedroom door and he shrugged it off. But it wasn’t long before he was paying more attention to the movie than his dick and it shrunk in his lap until his hand was out and slick in the palm and fingers with cum. He sat there like that for almost an hour when the credits ran and he found himself sitting there in his living room like that, his jeans open, dick peaking out of his underwear. He got up, fastened his jeans, took care of everything including locking the door and went to the bedroom where he was disappointed to find Heather was asleep with a book in one hand and her vibrator in the other.
He picked up the octopus statue and carried it into the bathroom. He ran some water in the tub and dropped it inside and he looked over the rest of the directions. Though they were mostly about just relaxing and reaching some kind of meditative state. He laughed it off. Looks like I got a new bath tub toy, he laughed himself as he watched it float back and forth with the currents of the water. He stripped down, tested the water, then slowly stepped into it before lowering himself down. The warmth was almost too much as it came up just over his shoulders to his neck.
The house didn’t have much but they bought it for two features. The dining room where they imagined having dinner with friends and family, and the bathtub, one of those old cast iron, deep tubs. He closed his eyes and covered them with a damp cloth. He felt as if he had lost all cohesion as he felt the warmth. He stretched and rubbed over his body. For a moment he completely forgot about the octopus until he felt it bump into his toe, a wooden log in his bath, she hated it so now he’d definitely have to tell her about the other toys, well maybe not all of them.
He could introduce them slowly, maybe the cuffs, then maybe some of the whips. He could never imagine himself striking her but he’d do it for her, and that’s when he felt it, something around his ankle and yet it felt so light it was just something he had imagined. But then something tickled his thigh, his side, and his ribs. He could imagine Heather there, a firm grip on his foot, her hands up his legs, fingers tip toed their way up his ribs and dug into his arm pits with her thumbs, her body on top of his, legs against legs, chest against chest, the warmth and softness against his hard dick pressed it against his belly.
Kisses all over his body, the skin sucked until he squealed a little with each one up and down his body like little fireworks, a new one went off before the last had faded. Held down, kissed all over, lips to his lips but there was no breath just something squishy that pushed into his mouth, thicker than a tongue he thrashed about until he knocked the rag from his eyes and looked to the foot of the tub where he saw it. He saw that octopus statue but it wasn’t a piece of wood any longer, no it was a real creature and it had eight tentacles, two that ran along the side of the water to his wrists where they grappled him, six more down in the water slowly taking hold of parts of his body, his ankles, his thighs, his ribs.
They stretched as they secured each part of him and he began to squirm and try to fight back but it was strong, much stronger than him, and he felt himself being stretched, his legs pulled up out of the water as a tentacle reached that most private part of his body. He felt it touch him right there. His soft, tight hole, but it was slick and narrow enough. It felt like a tongue at first but then it felt different as it pushed inside of him. He tried to catch his breath and cry out but the one in his mouth pushed into his throat, back and forth so that he could barely breath. He was getting it in both ends. The little ridges under the tentacle tickled his skin as they ran over his body, especially his nipples. He felt so full. He felt so unable to stop it. Yet it felt so good, his dick stuck out from his body, so hot, so stiff. He felt it lift him from the bottom of the tub. He was now completely controlled by it.
There was no fear of the past and no fear of the future. He felt it manipulating him and he loved it. It was indeed his wife’s greatest fantasy, him getting it from both ends. He felt the changes of girth as the tentacle moved in and out of him, touched him everywhere. And it happened. His dick fired. And for a moment he thought it would end, but then he felt the octopus tighten its grip.
Round Two, he thought, and it was. He felt every sensation, slow and building, endless. He gagged on the tentacle in his mouth so it pulled out, slapped at his face as he chased it just to feel it again inside of him, feel his lips stretched. It pulled from his anus and he wanted it back, loosened its grip and he tried to hold onto it. He thrashed with it, and it happened again. He had another orgasm and he fell asleep.
When he awoke in the cold water, the wooden octopus hit against his toe and he pulled the rag from his eyes. There was a knock on the door and Heather opened it. She looked sleepy.
“Are you okay? I heard you splashing around in here.”
“Fine, I just had a dream, must have thought I was drowning,” he joked, but then he felt that octopus hit his toe.”
“Well, you splashed water everywhere,” she said, “and I’m not cleaning it up. Oh look, you’ve got that stupid thing in the water. Was it any good?”
“Honey, there’s something I need to tell you,” he forced from his throat, “I got you some toys, sex toys, lots of them. I want to try it. I got you cuffs, a harness, dildos, everything, and I want it. I want you to fuck me.”
She became the happiest he had ever seen. She moved to him, kissed him on the lips. She reached down to his dick and teased him for a moment before hinting that he should follow. “Stay naked,” she said. So he got out of the water, dried off, wrapped a towel around his waist and walked out of the bathroom.
Three hours later, the wooden octopus was above the fireplace in the living room, it looked down over him as he was on his hands and knees, locked into position with cuffs and rope, a ball gag in his mouth as he took the biggest dildo. He felt it deep inside of his body, his hard dick rubbed between his thighs, his wrists bound to his thighs, ankles bound together. He was completely vulnerable, stretched and split open. Heather pushed inside of him completely to the base, tapped at his balls with her hand, stroked him to his third orgasm of the night.
Part 01: https://brieflytoldstories.blogspot.com/2018/09/str8-ch-01-cfnm-tentacle-male.html
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