A lawless world where humans are corrupted by horny monsters and demons. I used to write on Tumblr and I decided to start putting some of my stories on BDSMLR now that this place is turning into more of a horny community. This is an erotic horror universe so if you don't like monster sex, demonic corruption, and sexual torment this is probably not the place for you. If you're into that, though, welcome - feel free to pop up for a chat if you have any questions?
Tyler knew nothing about the abandoned, dilapidated school on the edge of town saved for the fact that it was absolutely off-limits to anyone. The entire thing had been cordoned off with chain-link fences and warning signs forbidding entry, but nobody ever spoke of why. Any attempts made by Tyler or other curious teens too young to remember the events that led to the school’s closure to inquire about the fate of the school was met with sharp hushes. Even the records of the school had been expunged from the local library. The town was pretty socially conservative, so whatever happened must have been sordid enough for them to decide to never talk about, which intrigued Tyler more.
It was only a matter of time before Tyler gave in to temptation and ended up exploring the school. The chain-link had rusted in many places, and it was easy enough for an athlete like Tyler for force a break between the chain and the pole, allowing him to slip past. At first, he was unimpressed as he wandered through the hallways of the school. There was nothing interesting besides vandalised, rusted lockers and graffiti covering some of the walls. Some of the classes were left untouched, worksheets on top of the desks covered with a thick layer of dust, barely-legible writing on the chalkboards, and rotten apples sitting on the teachers’ desks. Whatever happened here made people turn around and not come back.
Tyler was going to turn back, disappointed at the normality of the school frozen in time, until he happened across the locker room. This room seemed to have the most damage done to it, with the door laying on the floor, pulled off its hinges. The teen peeked inside, looking at the destroyed locker room. The lockers were mostly busted, with doors hanging off their hinges and benches thrown across the room. The teen chuckled as he picked up a jockstrap that was hanging off one of the locker doors – clean but dusty. He used it as a slingshot and flung it across the room, firing it off into the showers. He looked around for a few more minutes, resolving to turn back before the jockstrap someone landed back on his foot, being thrown back to him from out of sight.
Tyler froze, thinking that someone else was in the locker room with him. “Hello?” He called out. No answer. “I get it, funny prank, man, but come out.” Still nothing. Sighing, Tyler kicked the jockstrap back into the showers, ready to leave the locker room and whoever was in it. Before he could even turn around though, the jockstrap was flung back, hitting him in the face. He spluttered at the idea of having someone’s underwear that close to his face. “What the fuck, man!” He barged into the shower, only to see who was responsible for throwing the jockstrap at him. Tyler grinded to a halt when he saw that the shower stalls were inhabited by several slimy pink tentacles. The plumbing of the showers had burst open long ago, and the slithering tendrils had emerged, moving through the piping and laying their trap for whoever was dumb enough to wander in.
Tyler immediately turned hell and ran, but the tentacles were hot on his heels and he only managed to get to the lockers before he was hoisted into the air by the impossibly strong creature. It was a hot day, and Tyler lamented at the fact that he had only chosen to wear a tank top, short, cap, and flip flops to explore the school, and of course, he had decided to go commando. He thrashed helplessly as he was held in the air by the tentacles which coiled tight around his thighs, arms and chest, suspending him in mid-air facing downwards. There was a moment of tense silence where Tyler had no idea what the creature intended with him, but he learned fast when the creature slid a wet tendril down into the back of his shorts, into his ass crack, and ripped the bottoms right off of him, sending them to the floor. The shock had caused his legs to shake, throwing off the flip flops as well. It was only a second later that another tendril moved up Tyler’s abs, tearing open his tank top.
Tyler was left completely naked save for just his hat, beginning to resist once more in earnest as the creature examined his naked body. “Get the fuck off me!” Tyler screamed to nobody, aware that the creature couldn’t understand him. The tendrils began to move closer to Tyler’s junk, flopping down uselessly below him. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ touch me!” The teen raged, thrashing pathetically, the creature ignoring him completely. Tyler’s mouth hanged agape when he saw one of the tendrils open up, turning into a mouth-like orifice which positively dripped with slime. In one quick lunge, the creature swallowed up Tyler’s flaccid cock, pulling it into its maw and beginning to massage the soft flesh. Tyler grunted and groaned, knowing that it would only be seconds before he was rock hard.
He tried his very best to picture anything and everything that would prevent him from getting a boner, but it was all futile as soon enough the creature was slurping up Tyler’s impressive, hard cock. Tyler tried to pull his hips back to remove his cock from the maw, but he could only get as far as the cockhead before running out of space. He also wasn’t aware of the vulnerable position he was in, arching his back like that to protect his cock. His cheeks were spread, and his hole was exposed to the curious tendrils. When Tyler felt the soft press of the slimy tentacle against his hole, he instantly bucked forward back into the maw. In his town, to be fucked was to be labelled a slut and anything but masculine, and Tyler was not prepared to let anyone fuck him.
The creature was undeterred though. It had gotten a glimpse at Tyler’s pucker and it wouldn’t be satisfied until it could explore every nook and cranny of the teen’s rectum. It slid down to Tyler’s cheeks, clenched in a vain attempt to try and keep the monster out. The slimy tendril persisted, though, and began to slowly worm its way towards the man’s hole. It only took a few seconds before it was pressing insistently at his button, and with a little more pressure, the hole opened and allowed the tendril to slide past, must to Tyler’s outrage. He spat curses at the beast as he was penetrated, grunting brokenly as it slid deeper and deeper. “G-Get out of my fucking hole!” He screamed, trying to pull himself away from the creature.
All of his protests fell to pieces when the curious creature happened across his prostate. It only took one experimental jab for the man to spasm, shaking uncontrollably and letting out a broken stream of curses as his cock pulsed in the maw. This didn’t go unnoticed by the creature, who jabbed again and again, making Tyler scream bloody murder as his eyes crossed and his toes curled and spread. He had never so much as fingered himself before and had no idea that being fucked could be such a source of pleasure. The monster stilled for a moment, the only movement being the slow milking of the boy’s cock by the maw. Then, all at once, the creature set out at fucking Tyler at a brutal pace.
Tyler squealed, looking backwards in horror as the tentacle rapidly disappearing into his hole. Every thrust was expertly aimed at his boy-button, and the abuse aimed at his prostate for Tyler’s cock to pump out jet after jet of thick, salty pre-cum into the maw, which eagerly sucked up everything that passed out of Tyler’s twitching piss-lips. Tyler had moved past threatening the creature and began to beg. “Oh fuck!” He screamed, his voice higher than usual. “Please G-God… Fucking Hell my poor h-hole!” His legs shook violently as he rapidly approached orgasm. His sweaty balls were pulled tight against his pulsing taint. As Tyler tipped over the edge, he couldn’t help but scream: “GOD WHY DOES THIS FEEL SO FUCKIN’ GOOD!”
He roared with pleasure as the first wad of cum fired out the head of his cock into he maw of the tentacle, which stilled around his cock and began to just massage the pulsing member. The tentacle also stilled, pressing firmly against Tyler’s prostate and making him see stars. It rubbed in small circles, massaging the boy’s fuck-nut and making sure that the entire contents of the gland was being expelled into the creature’s maw. It was far too much for Tyler, who tried to lift his legs backwards, pulling uselessly as the tentacle in his ass with his feet, the bare soles just slipping off the wet tendril.
After half-a-minute of Tyler shaking in mid-air due to the intensity of his orgasm, he hung limp, panting with exhaustion. That was the most intense orgasm he had in his life, and he had to fight to remain conscious. He became quickly aware, however, that it was a fight he was going to lose when he felt the maw pull back to the sensitive head of his cock and begin to mouth at his glans, sending him into a fit of post-orgasmic convulsions.
He walked out of the school buck-naked long past sunset. His hole was stretched wide and leaking the tentacle’s slime and his cock was bright red with overstimulation, and yet his erection wouldn’t subside. He began the walk home in the dark, sweaty, naked, and reeking of his own cum. He knew why nobody talked about the school, now. He didn’t know the story of the entire football team that was caught by the tentacles little over a decade-and-a-half ago, but he could imagine that he wasn’t the first person to explore the school and end up in the tentacle’s clutches. No one in the town would admit to being fucked so hard that they emptied their balls, and yet so many of them visit the school more than once.
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Tyler knew nothing about the abandoned, dilapidated school on the edge of town saved for the fact that it was absolutely off-limits to anyone. The entire thing had been cordoned off with chain-link fences and warning signs forbidding entry, but nobody ever spoke of why. Any attempts made by Tyler or other curious teens too young to remember the events that led to the school’s closure to inquire about the fate of the school was met with sharp hushes. Even the records of the school had been expunged from the local library. The town was pretty socially conservative, so whatever happened must have been sordid enough for them to decide to never talk about, which intrigued Tyler more.
It was only a matter of time before Tyler gave in to temptation and ended up exploring the school. The chain-link had rusted in many places, and it was easy enough for an athlete like Tyler for force a break between the chain and the pole, allowing him to slip past. At first, he was unimpressed as he wandered through the hallways of the school. There was nothing interesting besides vandalised, rusted lockers and graffiti covering some of the walls. Some of the classes were left untouched, worksheets on top of the desks covered with a thick layer of dust, barely-legible writing on the chalkboards, and rotten apples sitting on the teachers’ desks. Whatever happened here made people turn around and not come back.
Tyler was going to turn back, disappointed at the normality of the school frozen in time, until he happened across the locker room. This room seemed to have the most damage done to it, with the door laying on the floor, pulled off its hinges. The teen peeked inside, looking at the destroyed locker room. The lockers were mostly busted, with doors hanging off their hinges and benches thrown across the room. The teen chuckled as he picked up a jockstrap that was hanging off one of the locker doors – clean but dusty. He used it as a slingshot and flung it across the room, firing it off into the showers. He looked around for a few more minutes, resolving to turn back before the jockstrap someone landed back on his foot, being thrown back to him from out of sight.
Tyler froze, thinking that someone else was in the locker room with him. “Hello?” He called out. No answer. “I get it, funny prank, man, but come out.” Still nothing. Sighing, Tyler kicked the jockstrap back into the showers, ready to leave the locker room and whoever was in it. Before he could even turn around though, the jockstrap was flung back, hitting him in the face. He spluttered at the idea of having someone’s underwear that close to his face. “What the fuck, man!” He barged into the shower, only to see who was responsible for throwing the jockstrap at him. Tyler grinded to a halt when he saw that the shower stalls were inhabited by several slimy pink tentacles. The plumbing of the showers had burst open long ago, and the slithering tendrils had emerged, moving through the piping and laying their trap for whoever was dumb enough to wander in.
Tyler immediately turned hell and ran, but the tentacles were hot on his heels and he only managed to get to the lockers before he was hoisted into the air by the impossibly strong creature. It was a hot day, and Tyler lamented at the fact that he had only chosen to wear a tank top, short, cap, and flip flops to explore the school, and of course, he had decided to go commando. He thrashed helplessly as he was held in the air by the tentacles which coiled tight around his thighs, arms and chest, suspending him in mid-air facing downwards. There was a moment of tense silence where Tyler had no idea what the creature intended with him, but he learned fast when the creature slid a wet tendril down into the back of his shorts, into his ass crack, and ripped the bottoms right off of him, sending them to the floor. The shock had caused his legs to shake, throwing off the flip flops as well. It was only a second later that another tendril moved up Tyler’s abs, tearing open his tank top.
Tyler was left completely naked save for just his hat, beginning to resist once more in earnest as the creature examined his naked body. “Get the fuck off me!” Tyler screamed to nobody, aware that the creature couldn’t understand him. The tendrils began to move closer to Tyler’s junk, flopping down uselessly below him. “Don’t you dare fuckin’ touch me!” The teen raged, thrashing pathetically, the creature ignoring him completely. Tyler’s mouth hanged agape when he saw one of the tendrils open up, turning into a mouth-like orifice which positively dripped with slime. In one quick lunge, the creature swallowed up Tyler’s flaccid cock, pulling it into its maw and beginning to massage the soft flesh. Tyler grunted and groaned, knowing that it would only be seconds before he was rock hard.
He tried his very best to picture anything and everything that would prevent him from getting a boner, but it was all futile as soon enough the creature was slurping up Tyler’s impressive, hard cock. Tyler tried to pull his hips back to remove his cock from the maw, but he could only get as far as the cockhead before running out of space. He also wasn’t aware of the vulnerable position he was in, arching his back like that to protect his cock. His cheeks were spread, and his hole was exposed to the curious tendrils. When Tyler felt the soft press of the slimy tentacle against his hole, he instantly bucked forward back into the maw. In his town, to be fucked was to be labelled a slut and anything but masculine, and Tyler was not prepared to let anyone fuck him.
The creature was undeterred though. It had gotten a glimpse at Tyler’s pucker and it wouldn’t be satisfied until it could explore every nook and cranny of the teen’s rectum. It slid down to Tyler’s cheeks, clenched in a vain attempt to try and keep the monster out. The slimy tendril persisted, though, and began to slowly worm its way towards the man’s hole. It only took a few seconds before it was pressing insistently at his button, and with a little more pressure, the hole opened and allowed the tendril to slide past, must to Tyler’s outrage. He spat curses at the beast as he was penetrated, grunting brokenly as it slid deeper and deeper. “G-Get out of my fucking hole!” He screamed, trying to pull himself away from the creature.
All of his protests fell to pieces when the curious creature happened across his prostate. It only took one experimental jab for the man to spasm, shaking uncontrollably and letting out a broken stream of curses as his cock pulsed in the maw. This didn’t go unnoticed by the creature, who jabbed again and again, making Tyler scream bloody murder as his eyes crossed and his toes curled and spread. He had never so much as fingered himself before and had no idea that being fucked could be such a source of pleasure. The monster stilled for a moment, the only movement being the slow milking of the boy’s cock by the maw. Then, all at once, the creature set out at fucking Tyler at a brutal pace.
Tyler squealed, looking backwards in horror as the tentacle rapidly disappearing into his hole. Every thrust was expertly aimed at his boy-button, and the abuse aimed at his prostate for Tyler’s cock to pump out jet after jet of thick, salty pre-cum into the maw, which eagerly sucked up everything that passed out of Tyler’s twitching piss-lips. Tyler had moved past threatening the creature and began to beg. “Oh fuck!” He screamed, his voice higher than usual. “Please G-God… Fucking Hell my poor h-hole!” His legs shook violently as he rapidly approached orgasm. His sweaty balls were pulled tight against his pulsing taint. As Tyler tipped over the edge, he couldn’t help but scream: “GOD WHY DOES THIS FEEL SO FUCKIN’ GOOD!”
He roared with pleasure as the first wad of cum fired out the head of his cock into he maw of the tentacle, which stilled around his cock and began to just massage the pulsing member. The tentacle also stilled, pressing firmly against Tyler’s prostate and making him see stars. It rubbed in small circles, massaging the boy’s fuck-nut and making sure that the entire contents of the gland was being expelled into the creature’s maw. It was far too much for Tyler, who tried to lift his legs backwards, pulling uselessly as the tentacle in his ass with his feet, the bare soles just slipping off the wet tendril.
After half-a-minute of Tyler shaking in mid-air due to the intensity of his orgasm, he hung limp, panting with exhaustion. That was the most intense orgasm he had in his life, and he had to fight to remain conscious. He became quickly aware, however, that it was a fight he was going to lose when he felt the maw pull back to the sensitive head of his cock and begin to mouth at his glans, sending him into a fit of post-orgasmic convulsions.
He walked out of the school buck-naked long past sunset. His hole was stretched wide and leaking the tentacle’s slime and his cock was bright red with overstimulation, and yet his erection wouldn’t subside. He began the walk home in the dark, sweaty, naked, and reeking of his own cum. He knew why nobody talked about the school, now. He didn’t know the story of the entire football team that was caught by the tentacles little over a decade-and-a-half ago, but he could imagine that he wasn’t the first person to explore the school and end up in the tentacle’s clutches. No one in the town would admit to being fucked so hard that they emptied their balls, and yet so many of them visit the school more than once.