Have some fun with the tentacles

Phaedra directed the tentacles to strip him. A few more coiled out from the walls and ceilings and snaked their way under his clothes. A moment later, they ripped outwards, shredding his clothing in one sweep. There he was, her adorable little Callum, bare naked and ready for inspection. Two more tentacles reached from the floor and wrapped around his ankles. The ones around his wrists pulled his arms together over his head, while the ones from the floor pulled his legs together. He was suspended vertically, stretched out as if on a vertical rack.

She eyed him. Callum was small and slender, mostly hairless except his head and groin, with a light dusting on his legs and armpits. Phaedra's eyes were hooded as she watched him through the observation tentacle. She turned him around, rotating him like a steak on a spit. So small! So hairless! And so soft... Phaedra grinned wickedly as she eyed his little butt. He wasn't muscular at all, but he had what amounted to baby fat on his body, and it made him look quite scrumptious. Scientifically, interesting, too, but even Phaedra's ability to rationalize was unable to ignore that ass.

Phaedra had watched Callum his entire life and she knew what his masturbation habits were. He did it quite frequently and seemed to enjoy putting his fingers in a place that, for most humans, was exit-only. So, if she wanted to extract a semen sample, that would be the best way to do it.

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Callum whimpered as the tentacles shredded his clothes, stretched him taut, and slowly rotated him. It was finally happening. He'd been **** by aliens. And he was terrified. Sweat poured down his body as the tentacles turned him about. What was happening? Was he being scanned? Observed? Were they going to dissect him?

He felt the tentacles pull at his ankles, firm but gentle, and two more wrap around his knees. His legs were manipulated so that they were spread apart, knees pressed against his chest, ankles against his thighs. His arms were restrained behind his back, and he hung there in mid-air, painfully aware of how exposed he was. He looked around at the tentacles, wondering what was coming next. Were they going to... probe him?

A tentacle with a cylindrical end snaked up from the floor. Callum watched in terror, shaking violently, as it approached his butt.
"No!" he yelled, "Please no! Don't do this to me!" and began to sob.
Just then, he heard something. It was a voice, but he didn't hear it in his ears. It seemed to echo in his mind.
|Don't be afraid| it said, |You are safe|.
He stopped sobbing, sniffed a bit, and stared wonderingly at the tentacle with the pink light and the lens.
_|It doesn't hurt| continued the mind-voice |In fact, it is quite pleasant. It will be quick and painless. I will not **** you.|_
He relaxed. It occurred to Callum that he may be released earlier if he cooperated with them, so he drew in a shaking breath, tried to feel brave, and said, "Okay. G-go ahead."
The cylindrical tentacle moved up to his butt and pressed against his anus. It felt cold at first, but quickly warmed somehow. Callum shivered as he felt a wet feeling inside of him. He'd tried a bit of lube back there with his fingers, experiment a little, but this was different. It was somehow spreading lube inside of his ass without spilling any. Then, without warning, the end of the probe pushed inside of him, sliding inside easily until it was nearly nine inches deep. Then it began to vibrate.
"Unnh!" gasped Collum, feeling his dick harden from the sudden stimulation. His cock was harder than it had ever been before, so hard he swore he could've bent steel around it. Trussed up in a ball like he was, there was no chance of escape. He groaned as the tentacle began to gently push in and out. For all the strangeness of this situation, he couldn't deny that he was more turned on than he'd been in a long time.

Another tentacle, this one with an open end, came up from the floor. It wrapped gently around his quivering ballsac, and then the end closed over his penis, engulfing it to the base. His eyes bulged when it began pumping and sucking. The inside felt warm and slick and soft. It moved back and forth, squeezing his balls ever so gently and stroking the length of his shaft. Callum was not well-endowed, but he was enjoying the sensations on his dick more than he ever had before. As he was molested by the two tentacles beneath him, three more came from the walls. Two of them ended in something like little clamps or pincers, and they locked onto his nipples and gently pulled them, squeezing, twisting, and milking. The third was soft and ropey and it snaked into his mouth, moving in and out. He made a muffled "mmph! glrrmmph!" as spit came out of his mouth and flew out around the outside of the tentacle. For a moment, he panicked, wondering if it would suffocate him. As soon as he did, though, it withdrew slightly, gave him time to breathe, and then went back. Whenever he felt as if he wasn't getting enough air, it would pull away and allow him to breathe. As he sat there, bound, gagged, and suspended in the air with warm tentacles violating him every which-way, he felt an odd sense of safety. Whatever these things were, they seemed to be strangely concerned for his well-being.

Finally, he came. His prostate squirmed under the vibrating **** of the tentacle in his ass and he felt his balls try to contract to his body, but the tentacle wrapped around them held them away, forcing him to cum much harder. He squirted a few ropes of semen into the greedily sucking tentacled on his dick, and felt the one in his mouth push in extra deep as he came. His little body shuddered with release, and the tentacles gently lowered him to the floor. He sat there in a pool of his own sweat, gasping, his narrow shoulders shaking slightly. Just then, a circular door in the wall whirled open, and in came the tallest, most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. She was wearing some sort of serrated armor and a gem set in a golden chain that hung in the middle of her forehead.

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Phaedra watched with smug satisfaction as Callum came greedily. She had watched him over the years vainly trying to stimulate himself into prostate orgasm and being unable to do so. It was amusing, seeing him try so hard, but also a bit sad, and she felt something warm and tingly inside of her at the thought of finally giving him something he'd searched so hard for. Commanding the tentacles to lower him down, she descended from her seat in the air and began walking to the door.

When it opened, Callum scooted backwards on the ground, big blue eyes terrified, and pressed himself against the wall, curled in a ball and shaking. Phaedra approached him until she was only a few feet away. He looked up at her, eyes watering and lower lip quivering. For the love of the gods of every species, he was adorable! She knelt down, looking imposing in the jagged power armor. The gloves of the armor retracted, revealing her soft white hands, and she spoke to him in his mind.
|Relax, Callum. I know who you are. You have always wanted to meet an alien, have you not? Well, here I am. Do not be afraid. You will not be harmed.|
She reached out with one hand and delicately ran her fingers through his silky blonde hair. He was so small, so soft. Perhaps on the way back to Alfo Prime she'd cuddle with him in her stasis chamber. Purely to gauge his reaction to body-body contact, of course, not because he was the cutest thing she'd ever seen. She would need to remove her power armor completely before, uh, engaging in somatic contact to gauge tactile response. She thought of how he would feel, snuggled contentedly between her breasts, while she smoothed his hair down and rubbed his little back.

Phaedra shook her head and snapped out of it. Not now. She'd do that later. Now was the time to get him calmed down and run some tests. For science!

She continued petting his head, then tilted his chin up to look at her, brushing away a stray tear with her thumb. The psychite crystal in her head jewelry glowed brightly.
|Why do you experience this emotional reaction? This is the encounter with an alien you have always desired, is it not? Relax! There are many wonderful things for you to see.|

Callum looked up at her in wonderment. This wasn't a dream. It was really happening. He was really going to see all kinds of strange, new, alien things! In spite of himself, he smiled, and reached out to touch her face excitedly. He was somewhat surprised when she actually allowed him to. He touched her armor, the strange gem on her forehead, and her long, pointed ears. Suddenly feeling daring, he ran his hands through her long, golden hair. She was so pretty. For a moment, he dared to let himself wonder if she liked him like that. Was that why she'd taken him?

No! That was silly. He was short, thin, girly little kid whom even human girls didn't give a second thought to. Obviously, she just wanted to study him. The smile left him and his face fell. He swallowed and stopped touching her face, which was probably horribly disrespectful anyway.
"Um, what's your name? I'm Callum," he said.
|I know your name, Callum. I've watched you your whole life. I am Phaedra.|

Phaedra watched his facial expression carefully, noting how the smile went away. She reached out psychically and flicked through his thoughts of the past few minutes as if they were the pages of a book. He was wondering if she fancied him, and that's why he had smiled for a moment. She felt a blush rise to her face momentarily. Oh, the poor dear. He had a crush on her already! Not that she would ever reciprocate it, of course. She had absolutely no desire to sit him on her lap and kiss him to her heart's content. No, never. But it was possible that in the course of... scientific observation, she could give him some of what he wanted. Then a new thought occurred to her: what if she could win his trust by romancing him a bit? That would provide the perfect excuse — uh, that would allow her to study him more effectively!

|Callum, you have not yet kissed a female of your species. Is this correct?|
Callum's face went morose. He looked down in shame. Of course, even an alien had to mock him for being such a loser that no girl was ever interested in him. He nodded his head yes. Good grief, would she dissect him for that, once she found out what a loser he was? Would she just throw him out of the ship for even having the audacity to touch her face like that? He was so stupid! Why had he even done that?
|Well, I think I will remedy this for you. Look at me, Callum.|
He felt her strong hand around his and looked up. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips. Her lips were big and soft, and feeling them brush his mouth put butterflies in his stomach and made him blush. After she broke the kiss, which was really just a prolonged smooch, he looked into her eyes. The green room was bright but his pupils were huge.
"Th-thank you, Phaedra," he said. She squeezed his hand gently, and for the first time, he saw that she smiled.
|You are most welcome, Callum. I think that you will find my company agreeable. If you are frightened, in pain, or simply wish to interact, alert me. Now, it's time for some tests.|