Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2018 09:49:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Tentacles for Red Riding Hood

                  TENTACLES FOR RED RIDING HOOD
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                  WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

[This story is one of twenty from my illustrated book "Tentacles Through
Time" which can be found at my website at
http://www.tommyhawksfantasyworld.com/tentaclestime.htm ].  It is also
available for sale (without illustrations) at Amazon or Barnes & Noble.]

     Kith Markan walked the forest track purposefully, his duties were
clear. He had in a pack on his back the material needed by the North
Outpost and he could, by walking quickly, get there before sundown. These
forests were much like one of Earth, but not of the present but as they had
been in Medieval times, and the maps' forests had borne legends such as
"Here There Be Monsters" in dire prediction of the fate of any foolhardy
enough to venture into their depths.
     The comparison between his life here on Seveltia (Nu Lupi 4 according
to the stellar charts) and that of a Middle-Ages man was not so
inappropriate. Technology on the planet was still limited, they had only
what they had been able to bring to this world thus far, and the outpost
was not yet outfitted with any of the cargo-ships' bounty. He lived on the
rations from the ships, yes, but more of his daily diet was of locally
grown produce, including some fortuitous discoveries of local plants and
grains. The very bread he carried in his knapsack as part of his
packed-lunch was not wheat or rye, but of bitriff, a superior substitute
that was so good, they had sent samples back to Earth to see if it could
help their home world feeds it burgeoning masses.
     He walked alone on a forest trail where danger lurked and he would
need to be on careful guard, carrying supplies to a distant location. He
smirked, why, give him a red cloak and he could fancy himself a regular Red
Riding Hood. He even wore a red headband at this moment, to keep his sweat
from dripping into his eyes as a substitute of sorts! Now, if only he
didn't encounter a wolf that might try to gobble him up....
     "What ho!" came a call. Kith stopped, bemused. The Big Bad Wolf?
     No, but it was not far off from the tale, this was a woodsman all
right. The colony had a number of men who preferred to live on the edges of
society, and they supported their lifestyles by harvesting the local timber
and bringing it to the colony for sale and trade. The busy colonists needed
this timber and it was a mutually beneficial and in fact a morally
uplifting way of life, for one could labor and see their very world
changing by dint of their struggles, as this wild and unpopulated land (no
intelligent species existed here, only a lush plant and animal life)
evolved into a human world as they watched it, their own creation made into
their own vision of paradise.
     "Ho there, yourself!" Kith called back and the man came out from the
nearby brush.
     "Who are you?" the man demanded. He was a full head taller than Kith,
more than six foot four, and his body was broad and muscled and
hairy-chested and his face bore a beard the same pale blond as his head,
his skin was fair and one hand held an axe that would have been very much
at home a thousand years before on Earth in Red Riding Hood's
time. Colonists to
     "I am Kith and I am carrying supplies to North Outpost." he
explained. "I hope to be there by dark."
     "They call me Warch. You can make it if you don't tarry overmuch." the
man agreed. "But there are dangers on this trail even to this day. Be
cautious and call out if you get in trouble, there are men like me in this
woods who may be able to come to your aid."
     "I know and I am depending on that." Kith admitted. "But mostly I plan
to just watch out and run if I have to." Most local life was slower than a
man who was athletic, and Kith was that, at least, his body was lean and
well-muscled and in the prime of his life, being only fifteen local years
(a bit less than twenty Earth years) old.
     "See that you do." Warch advised him and strode back into the
brush. Kith watched the man's ass wobble as he walked away, damned, he
wondered if that butt was as hairy as the chest must be! He tugged at his
crotch briefly to adjust his erection and smirked, walked on.
     He had journeyed only a bare fifty or so more yards from his encounter
with the woodsman when it happened. Large green vines were depending down
over the trail. Men cleared away these vines as they came to them (probably
the reason the woodsman was packing an axe everywhere he went) but Kith had
no such axes and this trail was supposed to be cleared too often for such a
lush growth. They were profuse but didn't block his trail, for none of the
vines had rooted in the earth of the trail and he could see the open path
beyond, he only needed to push on through them and he could keep going.
     He pushed at the vines and they resisted being moved from their
position, he pushed again, harder and began to make some dent in the screen
of vines. He must be moving the plant above him on some unseen branch
overhanging the path, for the vines began to encircle him on all
sides. Damn it, he pushed and his hand got through the screen, but the rest
of him remained caught.
     It was this hand and arm that he saw the tentacle of the vine actively
moving to entrap him. This was no mere plant, this was one of the many
still-unknown animals that inhabited this world. It had caught him!
     The woodsman Warch! He was nearby, he could come to Kith's aid! "Help!
Help me, Warch, help, help, please!" he screamed at the top of his
lungs. His legs and arms were caught and he was held by the four vines as
if he were a puppet, dangling some two feet off the ground. Small hooks on
other tentacles were catching his pants and pulling hard, the material (a
locally-grown and woven sort of fiber, it was durable but not particularly
tough, much like cotton though denser) and the clothing that covered him
tore asunder under the tugs of the hooks on the tentacles. When these hooks
finished scaling him like a large fish, they would start ripping at his own
flesh! He screamed anew. "Help me, Warch, help me, help!"
     Warch burst through the bushes a bit down the path from Kith and raced
his way. "What the hell is that?" Warch asked.
     "Damned if I know but it's out to eat me!" Kith yelped. He felt his
pants give way and tear from the front of his body, exposing his bare flesh
including his crotch. His cock flopped out and waved in the open air as the
woodman grew closer. The cloth was torn by the tentacles until they had
laid bare the front of both of his hips down to below his knees and then
the material seemed to tear in another direction and a bit piece of his
pants was thus stripped away by the tentacles.
     This was the scene the woodman walked up on. He seemed in no
particular hurry to rescue Kith, who had to admit that all the tentacles
here seemed to be occupied with him as its sole prey. "Why didn't you dodge
away from it like you said you would?" he asked as he inspected Kith's
discomfort.
     "I didn't know it would catch me, I thought it was just vines hanging
over the trail. Can't you cut me loose?"
     "If I do, those vines are going to constrict around your arms and
legs. Probably cut off all circulation if they don't break your bones. And
they don't turn loose. Let me think about this." Warch mused.
     "Get me out of here!"
     "Relax, we call this the captor vine." Warch informed him. "It
captures its prey and tears open a bit of the stomach area of its food, and
then keeps it held aloft so it can feed off of the blood and rotting flesh
that drips off from the torn-open area. For humans, that usually just gets
as deep as the clothing. Those things along its length that looks like
suckers, they're actually small mouths, like. You aren't bleeding anywhere
I can see. We have plenty of time to get it off of you. It's a patient
predator."
     "Easy for you to say. I'm hanging here with my dick hanging out for
everyone to see!"
      Kith saw it then. "I thought you said there were only four vines to
each plant."
     "There are." the woodsman said. "Only four."
     "Then another one is about to grab you!" Kith warned, for four more
vines were reaching down to snag the burly man. He swung his axe with one
hand, but the vine warded it and a second one snaked around the axe handle
above the man's one-handed grip and it was yanked from his hand. More vines
attacked and now the two of them were suspended over the path.
     "Now it's got both of us!" Kith mourned.
     "I can see that!" Warch writhed as the tentacles of both plants came
over to divest the big man of his clothing. More of the smaller tentacles
that had hooks were busy on the woodsman's clothing, perhaps because the
plants thought his meat would be more succulent. Soon the man was bare from
shoulders (where some of his shirt remained perched like a ragged shawl) to
his knees, the man was otherwise naked as the day he was born.
     Kith's eyes looked at Warch's sturdy rod and his cock twitched and
fattened at the sight. This was one marvelous hunk of man!
     "This is a fine kettle of fish you've gotten us into!" Warch
complained bitterly. "All you had to do was go around it. Now we're both
going to hang here until someone else comes along to rescue us! That could
take days!"
     "How was I to know that the vines were more than just vines!" Kith
answered. "I'm stuck, too, you know!"
     The man noticed. "You seem to be enjoying the view, at least!" Kith's
cock was now at full attention.
     "Yeah, well, a lot of good it's going to do me!" Kith said
bitterly. "My arms are both caught."
     "Well, there is one answer but you won't like it. Or maybe you will."
the woodsman told him.
     "What is that?"
     "Look at that vine holding your hand. Look at the tip; does it look
familiar?"
     Kith looked and said. "Oh!"
     "Yes, the captor vine mates with other captor vines much the same way
we humans do. Different fluids are exchanged but the way to get them out is
the same. They all have male and female organs, as it were.
     "Do what do you expect me to do?"
     "Well, just like a human's cock, when it's drained it loses all
interest in you." Warch grinned. "Why don't you help it get its rocks off
and see if that will convince it to turn you loose?"
     "Have you ever done this with a captor vine?" Kith asked him
suspiciously.
     "I don't have to answer that."
     "That's not a no."
     "Sometimes you get captured, you're not in a position to get rescued."
Warch explained succinctly. "You can hang there until someone else comes
around, if you'd like. It can be a few days."
     Kith looked at the cockhead and growled. "Oh, all right." he
snarled. His arm wasn't so easy to lever but he brought it around until he
could capture the vine's cockhead with his mouth.
      "But how long do I have to suck it before it squirts."
     He put the vine's cockhead into his mouth and gave it a quick pump and
was promptly flooded with a greasy, grassy-tasting mucus-like substance. It
was about twice the amount a man would have pumped out and he coughed,
choked, sputtered and green drool slid out of his mouth and over the vine's
cockhead as he released it.
     "Not long at all." Warch told him.
     "Not funny." Kith complained. "Not funny at all." He saw that Warch
now had an erection equal to his own. Damned but that was a tasty-looking
pud. And his right arm was now free and clear of the vine which had
released him, sated. He used this freedom to capture the cock flopping free
and proud and only a bit of bending let him get all the way over and now he
could and did scarf the proud man-tree into his mouth.
     Warch moaned as he was caught. "Need to get the taste out of your
mouth, kid?" he asked in lieu of a protest.
     "Uh-huh." Kith said.
     "Well, work it and you'll get plenty of spunk to do that." Warch
agreed.
     Kith worked his head on the stiff cock and the vines around him
stirred, moved their bodies. He felt one of the smaller tentacles reach up
and wrap his balls over and over again, but no hooks were in play this
time. The vines seemed to have another intent and they used it to guide his
own hard cock upwards. The other vines moved Warch over until he was almost
on his back and Kith felt his body being guided inwards.
     Warch was the one who saw what was happening first. "Oh, God, it wants
you to fuck me!"
     "Mmph, mph!" Kith had too much cock in his mouth to reply audibly.
     "I'm not, I'm not...oh, oh, oh!" Kith's cockhead was pushing at his
anus. "It can't do this to me!" Warch moaned. "I'm no weeble to be mounted
by any man!" The "weeble" was the modern term for an effeminate-acting man,
one who was a devoted sexual passive.
     "I'm not doing this." Kith protested as he let go of the hard rod with
a pop. "I can't stop it. It's got hold of me, too!"
     "Oh, oh, oh, suck me harder, harder!" Warch groaned. "Help me get it
in by sucking me harder, faster, faster too!"
     Kith sped up as his cock was shoved at the man's ass and the ass did
in fact relax as the older man's desire impeded his reluctance. Kith's
glans went in and Warch only grunted as the shaft followed it slowly but
inexorably. Kith's mouth made swift wet sounds as he milked at the man's
lusty dong, and Warch moaned as Kith began to move his hips to send his
young dong in and out of the man's warm, rich, hairy butt.
     Warch convulsed and his cock sprayed a huge load out of his cock, Kith
was unable to swallow such a lusty package of man-seed and huge driblets of
come dribbled out of his mouth, and down Warch's shaft and balls.
     The spunk contacted the smaller tentacles around his balls and the
bigger ones reacted, the "suction cups" of the larger tentacle scooped up
the tasty testicle fluid and the smaller tentacle moved up to tickle the
larger man's balls and coax more of the fluid to pour out. Kith got most of
it, but some was sent down to feed the hungry tentacles.
     His own body was well into the thralls of ectasy as the vine around
his balls began to massage his nuts. No hooks still, this was almost loving
and doting as the vine urged and enticed him to greater and greater
passion.
     His ecstasy was that of a young healthy man in his prime, hot
joy-juice jetted out of his dong into Warch's virginal ass, which couldn't
contain it, plenty of spooge dribbled out to feed the hungry tentacles.
     Both men panted, resting as best they could, but the vines were
relentless, the smaller tentacles had found a new calling and they stroked
the men's bare bodies wherever they could, and the teasing tentacles
tantalized them into renewed erections. Kith was young, Warch was virile,
both were soon again at full attention. The vines seemed to realize it and
this time they fed Warch's prong into Kith's ass and the large, muscular
man was quick to thrust hard and fast into the young man's rump, while
tentacles played with Kith's own prong until Warch groaned, thrust his face
forward and captured the tumescent young dong and sucked on it
roughly. Kith was enraptured by the virile, strong man servicing him both
anally active and orally, and he writhed, clenched, thrust himself upwards
and Warch released him at the last moment and aimed the ejaculating dong at
the vines around him. "Got to...feed the...vine enough...and it'll...let
us...go!" he gasped.
     "Yeah, yeah, sure!" Kith panted. "Oh, God, do it, do it!"
     "Uh, uh-uh, uh, KAH-HUHHHH!" Warch held back on his climax, teetering
on the brink, until he could bear it no more, then he pulled back and the
lusty woodsman dong fed the vines another hefty load.
     This set a pattern, the two alternated in pleasuring each other over
and over, but carefully pulling back to let their spunk flow out to be
captured by the tentacles.
     The vines had enough and were just in the process of letting them go
when the contingent from the Northern Outpost, searching for their promised
supplies Kith was bringing, arrived to find the pair newly freed and
exhausted.
     Kith was taken back to the outpost by the small truck the contingent
had arrived in, Warch held back and refused aid. Kith was checked out and
interviewed by the outpost scientists, and it was three days before they
would let him go again, and he was back again trodding the same path toward
the colony.
     Just up ahead, he saw the same vines once again. He greeted it like an
old friend might but gave it a wide path. Just ahead of that, he heard the
chopping of an axe. Paused, smiled. That would be Warch. He wondered how it
would go with the hefty woodsman without the vines.
     Turned out to be totally awesome!

                             THE END
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