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The Jock & the Tentacles

by G. Chan

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Tommy O'Conner was a hero. This tanned, hulky football star charmed his teammates, girls and just about the rest of the school. His strength and speed made him a godlike figure on the field. His body seemed made if iron and, in the South Salt Lake City region he hailed from, this redneck champion was the pride of the entire town. Touchdowns were simple, and he had the admiration of everyone.

But ....

There was someone . . . or in his case someTHING that liked Tommy more than all the others combined. It had no name, no gender, no identity. Was merely "It". And "It" made it clear that it wanted Tommy, not for his sports success, but for his body. It wanted him as it's personal toy. In fact it traveled a long distance, and it wanted to see this muscular, tanned hulky eighteen-year-old at it's utter mercy.

It was after a big game . . . a game that Tommy's team won of course . . . that the hulky hunk decided to take a shower in preparation for the party that was going to be held in his honor. The "fan" of course was there too, but Tommy didn't seem to notice. He was alone in the shower room, and the entity curled up it's appendages while observing him. Eventually Tommy stopped showering and put on his underwear. It was then that he heard the rattling sound of shaking lockers, and banging metal.

"Who's there?" Tommy asked.

No answer.

"Come on, this a joke, right? Come on out!" He ordered. Still no reply.

Tommy walked to one of the lockers. The creature had followed him!

"Okay, this is startin' to piss me off . . . come out!" He yelled.

Just then a whip-like sound rushed through the air. A long, dark form shot from a distance and coiled around Tommy's left ankle and quickly brought him down. He grumbled as he turned around and actually SAW what had a hold of his foot. There, crawling from a locker where huge, slimy, 70-inch tentacles were waving around.

"What the hell?!?! Get of me!! Arrgghhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Tommy struggled to free his foot from the creatures grasp. No use. Another tentacle whipped outwards and latched around Tommy's other foot. He crawled backwards struggling. As his back felt the texture of the lockers, more tentacles emerged, coiling around his legs, waist, arms and wrist.

"Argggghhhh!!!! Get off me! Gaaaaa!!!!! Help!! Help!!!!"

Tommy's yelps were lost in the air. He struggled and fought around. His attempts were useless. Fear rushed through him and Tommy was very much afraid. Just then, a large, bulging mass appeared . . . a huge fleshy head about the size of a large boom box. It had huge eyes and a circular mouth opened, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth.

"Oh God! I'm gonna die! Pleases save me!!" Tommy cried. He struggled as the creature slowly rolled four long dark-red tongues.

Tommy looked at them, considering the possibility that these tongues were covered in acid or were poisonous. One tongue came close to the hunk's vanilla-cream colored soles of his feet.

He winced, thinking soon the acid would eat away at his body. Yet he felt a tongue slide around the arch of his soles . . . all the way to the end of his toes. He released a giggle. "Hey! Heh Hee! That tickles . . .cut it out . . . !"

The tongues moved around his feet like fingers, and he liked it! His fear slowly vanished as the tongues moved quickly and licked them. Tommy began belly-laughing and struggling. Soon the tongues went for his thighs, while other tentacles continued on his feet. Tommy couldn't stop laughing, his hulky body jiggled with laughter as he struggled. Tongues moved around his thighs and reached his buttocks. There they were rubbed softly, yet it was so damned ticklish! Tommy laughed harder and struggled more and more. He wiggled his toes and waved his feet in delight as the hardcore football star was reduced to a laughing victim of a tickle attack.

The tentacles kept onwards, causing Tommy to bark out a great thunder of giggles. His chest and belly were tickled as well. Tommy loved it! He wriggled and struggled about as the slimy appendages of the creature worked on him. Forty-five minutes later the tentacles released the exhausted young man and allowed him to drop on the floor . . . leaving him to lay in a puddle of slime and sweat in the morning. The janitor found Tommy lying there with a great amount of slime slathered on his face.

Never would he ever forget that mysterious creature, and it's love for his feet!