Date: Fri, 3 Apr 2015 11:35:11 +0200
From: Commander Chief <CommanderinChief@gmx.com>
Subject: Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind - part 4

Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind

By Commander in Chief


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Part 4


     I pushed my hips forward, and moaned - a mixture of pleasure and pain.

     "Uhh, ooh, gawwdd"

     My arms and legs were spread wide, and my nutsack was being stretched
uncomfortably by the coils. At the same time, the base of my cock was being
squeezed in slow methodical pulses, wich was keeping me hard but not giving
me any pleasure. I arched my spine and pushed my shoulders back, trying to
ease the pressure on my balls. It continued to pull, and beads of sweat
broke out on my forehead as discomfort turned to pain. I gritted my
teeth. Damned if I was going to show any sign of weakness! It looped
another coil around my cock and balls, further stretching my aching nuts
lower in their sack. It pulled again, with increasing force. The pain was
now bordering on excruciating, and my cock was no longer hard. I pushed my
hips as far forward as possible, my whole body bent like a bow, trying to
ease the agony.

     "Aarrgh, aaarrgh, AARRGGHH!" The cries came involuntarily.

     It stopped, perhaps in response to my cries of pain, or maybe just
because it had done whatever it has set out to do. The tentacle released
its hold on my nutsack, uncoiling silently, and I was grateful to relax,
the pain ebbing slowly. I felt a moment of nausea, but it too passed. I
desperately wanted to curl up in a ball, to soothe the ache, but I couldn't
even reach down to nurse my balls - my wrists were still held firm, holding
my arms up and apart. My chest heaved as I sucked in deep lungfuls of
air. Droplets of sweat beaded my torso and shoulders, and I felt the blood
vessels in my temples throbbing. I looked down, expecting to see my balls
floating around somewhere near my knees, but they weren't. My sack looked
about the same size as it was before - although maybe just a little redder.
The tentacle that had nearly pulled my balls off was still hovering around
my midriff, the tip waving slowly, as if sampling the air. The image of the
tentacle examining Red after stripping his clothes from him flashed before
my eyes. Yes, I thought, it definitely seemed to be smelling me.

     I looked down. The tip was now hovering above my belly button. I'm
moderately hairy, and it seemed to be examining the trail of hair that
spread upwards from my groin towards the thicker tufts on my chest.  It
homed in on a bead of sweat, and as the tip touched it, the droplet
disappeared, absorbed or ingested. The reaction was swift: about four or
five more tentacles whipped out and headed straight towards my upper
body. These were thinner than the ones that were holding me, and the ends
were bifurcated, ending in long finger-like tips. I watched one make
contact with my chest, just above my left pec. One of the tips flattened
out, spreading into a sort of shallow cup, and pressed firmly against my
skin. I felt a tingle where it was anchored, which faded into a mild
warmth. My nipples hardened in response to its touch. The other tip then
proceeded to explore the surrounding area, grazing lightly over my skin,
barely grazing it, soft as a feather's touch. The feeling was electric, and
I shivered all over.

     It traced an area in a rough semi-circle below the anchor. Everywhere
it went, it harvested any beads of sweat it found. When it brushed my
nipple, the sensation was almost too much to bear, and I moaned quietly. It
brushed it again, slowly, deliberately, almost caressing it, and I moaned
again, louder. Both nipples were stiff now, hard little nubs of pink
coral. Even the fine hairs around the aureoles were standing up in tiny
goose bumps. I felt a weight centre and pool around my groin, and I knew
without looking that my cock was hard too. The tip traced another slow
circle around my nipple, searching for any more drops of moisture. Finding
none, it then flattened out into the cup shape, and I felt a familiar
tingle as it found a spot below my pec to anchor to. The first tip then
resumed its previous finger-like appearance, releasing its grip against my
skin as it did so, and leaving a red splotch that quickly faded. It then
proceeded to explore a fresh area of skin towards my abdomen.

     Meanwhile, the other tentacles had latched onto my back and
chest. They all behaved the same way - each tip alternately anchoring then
exploring, apparently working by touch, and absorbing my perspiration
whenever they found any.

     I felt one gliding along my shoulder blade towards my neck. It slowly
crawled up the back of my neck, its gossamer touch sending shivers down my
spine. It seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time exploring my
hairline. Like many spacers, I keep my hair cut short in a vaguely military
style, purely for practical purposes. The feel of it brushing against the
short hairs on my neck and scalp was incredibly arousing. And when it moved
into the region behind my ears, skimming over the fine hairs there, I
shivered again, my body betraying the feelings of pleasure there were
washing through me.

     Another tentacle had attached itself to my ribs, between my hip and
armpit. I'm not normally ticklish, but as it zig-zagged across the
sensitive skin there, I instinctively tried to pull my arm in. Of course, I
was unable to, and I think that's what made it so much worse. I flinched
and squirmed in response to the maddening feather-light strokes. I found
that if I tensed one side of my body and then the other, then I could move
a bit, but in truth I was held suspended in the zero-G environment and
spread so effectively that it gave me very little relief. If anything, my
wriggling caused the exploring tentacle to press a bit more firmly, and
this tickled me even more. When it reached my armpit, it found a treasure
trove of perspiration, and it spent several minutes investigating the
region, working backwards and forwards. My skin there is even more
sensitive than around my ribs, so I could feel every sensation in exquisite
detail. I'm not particularly bushy there either, and each time it brushed
over any of the fine hairs growing there, I felt it magnified tenfold.

     A third tentacle had apparently latched on near the middle of my
back. After a few minutes harvesting the sweat from the area around my
kidneys, I felt it slowly began to work its way downwards. I thought of
where I get damp when I exercise, and I knew what it would find if it
continued in that direction. Thinking about that scared me, but when I
looked down, my cock was as hard as it had ever been. I tried to squeeze my
butt cheeks together, but my ankles were still spread wide, and I couldn't
do anything to prevent it from entering the valley at the base of my
spine. Inch by inch I felt it make creep down the crack. I clenched my
cheeks again, afraid of what it would do when it reached my asshole. At one
point, I felt it stop, but it was only for a moment. The tingling sensation
and warmth right above my tailbone indicated that the anchor had re-located
itself there. My whole attention was now focused on the tip that was deep
between my butt cheeks. It brushed up against the hairs growing around my
asshole, and I immediately clenched my asshole tightly. I felt it touch my
pucker.

     "No, no, please oh no." I wasn't sure if I spoke aloud or just in my
head.

     Another light touch on my pucker, and then another, but this time on
my taint as it moved onwards and then stopped. I hadn't realised I'd been
holding my breath, and I let it out noisily. Thank the gods it hadn't gone
in there.

     But before I could recover my composure, I felt the tentacle that was
now resting between my balls and asshole flatten, and then the tingle as it
anchored itself. The action triggered a powerful wave of sensations that
started in my ass and spread through my guts, and I suddenly felt like I
was about to cum. A tiny drop of pearly precum appeared at the tip of my
cock.

     The tentacle that was previously anchored on my tailbone was now the
explorer, and it was quick to start investigating the area between my
legs. If I had thought my armpits were sensitive, then the inside of my
thighs were even more so. Every touch, however slight, set off a ripple of
pleasure that swirled through me but somehow always end up in my cock. I
looked down at it. The flared glans was deep lavender, the skin hard and
shiny. I could see my rod bounce slightly, each movement matching the beat
of my heart. The slit at the tip was gaping, and the drop of precum had
grown to the size of a pea.

     I desperately wanted to cum. I felt like I had been on edge for hours,
but it can only have been a tenth as long. Being absolutely unable to touch
myself had ramped up the pleasure by an order of magnitude. I jerked my
hips, trying to find a way to get myself over the cliff, but it just
tightened the coils on my wrists and ankles, leaving me helplessly on
edge. I closed my eyes and tried to think of all the girls I'd fucked back
at college, but my mind kept returning to the here and now. My crew. I
couldn't shake the image of Red: cuffed, collared, naked. . .hard.

     I felt the touch of something on my nutsack. The tentacle was now
crawling over it, each contact with my balls a faint reminder of the
torture I'd endured earlier. I hoped it wouldn't try to repeat the
dose. Another touch, now brushing up against the skin of my cock. I opened
my eyes, and looked down again. The tentacle was slowly encircling the
shaft of my cock as it foraged, a dark tube against the pink flesh. What
had previously been a series of feather-light traces was now a continuous
silky caress. I moaned in ecstasy. It wasn't squeezing, but it was making
enough contact to stimulate every single nerve cell. As it gradually
spiralled up the shaft, each turn brought me closer and closer to the
edge. My cock couldn't have been any harder. I wiggled my hips, trying to
generate enough stimulation from the motion to get me off.

     Then it stopped moving, just short of the glans. I waited for it to
start again. Nothing happened. I stared at it, unable to believe what my
senses were telling me. Surely it couldn't leave me on the edge like this?
I would have given anything - literally anything at that point - to be able
to nut. I clenched my ass again, hoping the muscles there might somehow
trigger my orgasm. Then I felt it - another tingle on my taint. It was the
tentacle anchoring itself again! Whether it was my frantic movements, or
whether the hair down there had prevented it from getting a good grip in
the first place, the tentacle had apparently paused to get a better
grip. The tingle sent another flood of sensations through my ass. My cock
twitched, and the drop of precum on the tip grew to the size of a small
grape.

     To my enormous relief, the tentacle tip resumed its explorations. It
circled slowly around the flange of my glans, the sensation unbearably
delicious, almost taking me to the point of no return. I shuddered, and
moaned again, incoherent, begging for release. Another slow spiral, sending
me almost delirious with pleasure. It finally reached the tip of my cock. I
stared, transfixed as it sampled the drop of precum. As it did, the surface
tension broke, and the globe collapsed into a film that covered the head of
my cock. The tentacle reacted immediately, turning back to harvest the
liquid. It was sticky and slippery, and as the tentacle writhed and
slithered through it, the rush of new sensations from my cockhead was
finally enough to push me over the edge. The wave started somewhere way
down inside, and it rose to an incredible crescendo as it broke.

     "Oh, ooh, ah, aargh, ooOOOoohh!"

     I threw my head back and closed my eyes as I felt the first shot of
cum surge up my shaft and erupt from my cock.

     "Uuh, uuhh, UUGGH"

     I screwed my eyes closed even tighter for fear that they'd pop right
out of their sockets as the second and third shots blasted out, even
stronger than the first, my hips pumping uncontrollably. The fourth was
weaker, and as the wave of pleasure slowly subsided, I opened my eyes in
time to see that the fifth was just a dribble that floated away slowly. I
felt my heart hammering in my chest as I slowly came down from the high,
and I slumped against my bonds, exhausted.


To be continued