Friday, October 30, 2015

Tentacle University pt. 12

Lee could smell the sweat and hormones as he made his way through the pulsating mass of people.  He slid in between writhing bodies, sensing their heat, their passion.  It all made his hunger grow, but he resisted.  He needed to lay low, examine things.  This was research. 

He could see a couple towards the back of the bar, past the dance floor, a younger man, probably a college student, and an older man whose outfit just screamed cop.  The younger man was leading the cop towards the bathroom, both of their faces flush with excitement. Something about them drew Lee towards them.  They smelled of male sexual energy.  It made his mouth water and his body tingle.

He followed them towards the dark narrow hall that led to the bathrooms, but hung back a bit, waiting a few seconds after they had both vanished inside the swinging door that opened into the men’s room.  If that guy was a cop, and Lee was almost certain he was, he didn’t want to risk setting off any alarms.  He couldn’t let his hunger get the best of him.  The last thing he needed was for the local police to figure out that he wasn’t exactly what he appeared to be.  It wouldn’t get him killed, but it would put a serious kink in his plans. 

Once enough time had passed Lee headed into the men’s room.  He could hear laughing towards the far stall, and made his way to it’s neighbor.  Once inside he sat down on the toilet, his pants still on. 

He wanted to watch, to see the unbridled passion, to see what they looked like when they gave in completely to that burning heat between their legs.  He just needed to do some internal adjustments to make watching them possible. 

He started by closing his eyes and focusing.  First he focused on the optic nerve to his right eye.  He imagined it thickening, growing a protective layer around it.  He imagined the nerve twitching, writhing as it gained strength.  As he thought this he could feel a tightening in his right eye socket. 

This body obeyed very well.

Finally, when the nerve was strong enough me made it push.  The push was gently, but enough to make the eye pop free of the socket, and just forward from his face, the nerve looking like a slick, wriggling worm.  The nerve stretched, moving towards the space underneath the stall, the eye swiveling back and forth, taking in its surroundings.  Finally it was under the stall, looking up. 

The couple was entwined, their hands wandering across each other frantically, their lips exploring.  Clothing was being pushed up or ripped away, the two men giving into each other, devouring each other.  One of them, the cop was blushing.  He gritted his teeth as the other man’s hand slid down his belly, towards the unbuttoned fly of his jeans. 

“Devon, we can’t…” the cop gasped. 

Devon.  That was the student. Lee turned his wandering eye towards him.  He was a tall, slight thing, but his sexual energy was strong.  Even though the cop was a good deal bigger than him, Devon seemed completely in control.  That intrigued Lee. 

Devon.  He repeated the name again in his mind.  He would have to keep a close eye on that one. 

***

Once the two men were done, their passion spent, Lee waited a few minutes after they had left the bathroom to stand up.  While his hunger was stronger than ever, he felt that the night had been a success.  Sure, he had a raging case of demonic blue balls, but he also had a goal. He had that special someone. 

Sure, he would devour Devon’s energy eventually, but…

Before he could complete his thought his stall door flew open, and an angry, drunken man stumbled into him. 

“The fags in here?” He was slurring, his eyes blood shot.  He had the typical trappings of a college football player on the verge of burn out.  He was still muscular, but his gut was starting to round out into a not so healthy beer belly.  His hair line was pulling back far enough that his forehead seemed completely bare, with whatever hair he had left hidden behind a dirty old baseball cap, turned backwards on his head. 

“I heard them in here.  Where the fuck are the…” He was slurring, his hand reaching out, grabbing Lee’s collar. 

“You just missed them.”  Lee smiled.

Maybe he could have a little snack, thought Lee. This one didn’t have much sexual energy, but his blind rage and fear was enough to sustain Lee for at least another day. 

Without saying a word, Lee pushed the stall door shut, and pulling the lug head standing across from him close. 

“What the…” The guy’s eyes went wide, but he was so shocked that his words barely registered as a whisper.

“Don’t knock it until you try it.”  Then Lee forced his mouth against the other man’s.  His tongue slithered into the man’s mouth, thickening, growing round. 

The man, as Lee expected, didn’t fight him.  He actually gave in very easily, even before Lee’s essence could enthrall him.  As Lee’s tentacle tongue pushed its way into the man’s throat, as more tentacles burst from Lee’s chest and shoulder blades, the man clung to him.  He was too drunk to notice, and too horny to care.  Years of repression melted away as he gave in to Lee. 


Lee drained him in seconds.

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