Tentacles

by Vogelchan

Antonio Carreido is a model and usually loves his job, but things take a turn for a strange when he is asked to do an advertising shoot to sell live tentacle monsters. Useless tentacle porn as a small 420 word challenge. Implied Frain.

Antonio had always loved his modelling career and never questioned when things took a turn for the saucy. He didn't mind having to pose half naked – or even completely naked – with some female models for whatever which reason. The touching and groping when in front of the camera's lens were all faked after all. He always could find comfort in the fact that at the end of the day he could go home to his boyfriend, Francis, and have him understand it was all an act and that it was him he truly loved. However, his lax and calm demeanour to anything that was thrown at him faltered one day when introduced to a new job his agent had signed him up for.

"Tentacles?"

"Tentacle monsters, genetically engineered. They're the newest sex toy in the market. Your promotional shoot will advertiste them," his agent had explained.

Antonio screwed his face up in confusion. He didn't know it was possible to genetically engineer a creature and now that it was allegedly true, the selling of creatures for sex seemed a little immoral and bordering beastiality. Still, the task seemed easy enough and a job was a job. All he was required to do was lie in a pit of the tentacles and let them wander over him.

He arrived at the photography studio and exchanged formalities with the clients who had hired his services. He was led to the room the photos would be shot in and sure enough was a pit writhing with slithering tentacles. Antonio was not one too experience camera-shyness but upon seeing the pit his stomach did a flip. He was to remain fully-clothed which was a plus but was warned that the tentacles would touch him in every which way.

He laid down into the pit and immediately tentacles began latching onto his arms, legs, and torso. He had been assured that if he were to bite one they would retract and he held that piece of information firmly in his mind. They wandered over his body, probing at different parts. Before he knew it, a tentacle was pressing itself up onto his crotch.

Antonio gasped and his eyes widened at the sudden sensation. A camera flashed. He had almost forgotten this was a photoshoot. The touches continued, turning Antonio's gasps and squeaks to moans and groans as the camera flashed above him.

When Antonio got home to Francis, the first thing he asked was if he wanted to buy a live tentacle monster for them.