The tentacle gloryhole experience

Dustin massaged his cock as surreptitiously as he could as he relived his fast time in a Lurker’s embrace. The aphrodisiac Vecna had pumped into the cafeteria had made them all willing and passive receptors to the humiliations inflicted upon them by both the tentacles and each other.

Hogtied by the tentacles, Dustin had enjoyed two spectacular blowjobs before he had to take a more active role in the proceedings as his body was whisked around to fuck Robin Buckley’s arse instead. As soon as he had cum between those pert cheeks he had found himself swung to the side and his mouth pushed on a hard cock.

That had been less fun, as the warty tentacle still buggering him had pushed onto the wide, girthy length until it was poking at his throat, but after a while Dustin had relished the helplessness of knowing that he would be fucked until the cock came, a plaything solely there for the pleasure of others.

Eventually he had found equal pleasure in fucking and being fucked, relishing the overwhelming sensations and delighting in the anticipation of what the next ordeal would be. His favourite part of the afternoon had ended up being his first sixty-nine, when he had looked down from the cock face-fucking him to see the upside-down face of Lucas Sinclair. Knowing that they were both being **** to pleasure the other had made him cum all over his best friend’s face.

At sundown, the Lurcher had dumped them all into a sticky, cum-covered pile. Tilting over, the fat, bulbous head of the creature had pointed straight towards them. Then with the **** of a fire hose it had sprayed them all with twenty gallons of white jizz and left them to exhaustively luck and suck the semen from each others skin.

It was only the next morning that they realised that some of the students had not been released by the Lurcher. Instead, they had been kept captive for breaking Vecna’s arbitrary rules.

One-by-one, the Lurcher’s had forcibly taken them to their homes and kidnapped their mothers, fathers, brothers and sisters.

No one spoke about what the aphrodisiac had made them do to each other. But they all had seen it in Hawkin’s town centre the next morning, where the Lurchers had first gathered to demonstrate the deprived orgies that any wrong-doers would be **** to commit.

After that, no one dared to even think about rebelling against the Upside-Down.