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Warning: this is a work of homosexual erotic horror. It contains dark themes including but not limited to rape, torture, slavery, kidnapping, and some surreal kinks. It does not include any bestiality, piss or scat play, or underage content. Please read responsibly.
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After a few minutes in the pit of tentacles, Avi had calmed himself enough to discern that he could actually touch the bottom. If he stood on his tiptoes, he could barely keep his head above the tendrils. He realized that he was actually knee-deep in a sticky, slimy substance, either a byproduct of the tentacles or some kind of food source. Avi didn’t care to find out.
“Stay up, James,” said Avi. “S-stay with me.” Three or four tentacles were massaging Avi’s dick, and the occasional moan of pleasure betrayed his present terror. James held onto Avi with his arms firmly around his neck, groaning in discomfort as the tentacles fondled him so soon after he had orgasmed.
James seemed to be about five and a half feet tall, roughly a half a foot shorter than Avi. If James tried to stand up, he would be completely immersed in the tentacles. It was already hard enough for James to keep them out of his mouth, so if he let go of Avi, he’d be completely unable to breathe.
On the other side of the small tentacle pit, Lance was losing his composure. “HELP! HELP US! LET US OUT!” he cried in vain, yelling towards the hatch that the three of them had been tossed down.
“It’s not gonna happen, Lance! Just try to… oh…” the tentacles in Avi’s ass shifted. Waves of pleasure shot through Avi’s hips, and suddenly he shot a wad of semen onto James, painting his stomach white just as had happened to him minutes earlier.
The pleasure immediately turned to pain. The tentacles had no regard for refractory periods, and the sheer volume of stimulation on Avi’s cock was too much for him.
The fucking was endless. The minutes turned to hours, and Avi, Lance, and James were in a sympathy of pain and unwanted pleasure, violated beyond their comprehension.
Avi snapped back to reality as he felt James’s grip around his neck loosen. Avi instinctively grabbed James’ hips. “Stay up,” he said quietly, his voice hoarse from yelling. “D-don’t let go, James.”
Avi looked into James’ eyes, hardly visible in the darkness. His eyelids were heavy. The poor boy must be exhausted, given that he was both enduring the tentacles and supporting his own weight.
Father Arlo was setting them up to die, thought Avi. There was no way they could make it a week without falling asleep and choking to death on tentacles. Hell, James would be screwed if he were down here on his own.
“Lance,” said Avi softly.
No reply.
“Lance!”
“W-what?” moaned the boy.
“Help me support James. He’s gonna pass out.”
“I can’t. I’m sorry.”
Avi looked around desperately. “We need to get out of here. He can’t take this.”
“You said it was impossible,” replied Lance. He groaned, putting a hand on his abs. “Fuck… I can feel them moving inside of me…” soundlessly, Lance shook as he orgasmed. He had absolutely no semen left to ejaculate.
Weakly, Avi trudged over to Lance, James still in his grip. The tentacles in his ass followed him all the way. It took so much effort to move through the slime, but Avi used what little strength he had left to hand the smaller James to Lance.
“There has to be another exit. A way out,” said Avi.
“How do you know that?” demanded Lance.
“How else would they get people out of here? It’s not like they can climb out.”
“What are you gonna…” he paused to grunt as the tentacles stroked his tender dick. “…what are you gonna do?”
“Go underneath. Just for a moment. I’m gonna feel the walls.”
Avi knew Lance probably objected, but the green-haired man had no energy left to do so verbally.
Avi took a half-step away from Lance, and took a deep breath. He plunged himself into the sea of tentacles, one hand over his mouth to keep the tendrils out.
He was unsuccessful. After just a few seconds feeling the smooth stone wall with his free hand, the tentacles forced his other hand aside and slithered down his throat. Avi gagged, partly hoping to throw up and force the appendages out of him, but they effortlessly throat fucked him. Avi forced himself back up to the surface, yanking out the tentacles.
He arose to find James lying freely in the tentacles, his slime-coated body being fucked on both ends by tentacles. Frantically, Avi grabbed him by the sides and raised him up on his shoulder.
“LANCE!” yelled Avi. “I told you to hold onto him!”
“And I told you I can’t,” replied Lance feebly. “I’m sorry.”
“I don’t think I’m asking for too fucking much here!” shouted Avi, his voice breaking. “I’m getting face fucked by tentacles, and you can’t hold onto a guy for thirty seconds to save his life?”
Lance stared at Avi, his expression seeming to suddenly light up. “Avi, look!” he pointed at him.
Avi looked down at his chest. The necklace, just as it had before, was glowing red. It wasn’t quite as bright as it was during Avi’s orc encounter, but it was still easily bright enough to light up the tentacle pit.
Avi had to act now. He had no idea how long this would last. Once again, he handed the semi-conscious James over to Lance. “HOLD HIM!” he yelled, diving a second time down into the tendrils.
He was ready for the oral tentacles this time, and now he could see the walls of the pit more clearly, lit up by a crimson hue. They were made of a very smooth stone, almost like marble, and Avi set out feeling the wall with both of his hands.
There had to be an exit. There had to be. He made his way around most of the chamber fruitlessly, until he found something.
A crack in the wall! The light was starting to slowly fade. He wildly moved his hands across the wall, following the crack, until he was able to visually see a small rectangle, just above the slime. He never would have found that without the light.
Avi surfaced, coughing up slime. “I found it!” he yelled.
Lance was still holding James, if only barely. “Get it open!”
The light was fading. Avi was running out of time. Once more, he submerged himself, finding the rectangle in the dimness of the fading gemstone.
Finding no discernable handle, Avi had no choice but to push. He shoved hard, tiring quickly, but once again he found himself imbued with an artificial energy seemingly out of nowhere as the red necklace began to go dark. Avi shoved as hard as he could, and he felt the stone shift.
Keep pushing, thought Avi. As the strength began to fade from his body, he knew this was his last chance. Further and further the stone went, until it suddenly popped out of the wall. Orange torchlight streamed into the jungle of tentacles.
Avi stood up, suddenly orgasming for hopefully the final time. His knees shook. “L-Lance… come on…”
James was unconscious in Lance’s arms. He slowly trekked through the deep slime, and dove down alongside Avi.
Avi was barely able to squeeze through the small passageway, but conveniently the slime from the tentacles thoroughly lubricated his body. He slid out, emerging in a stone corridor. From the torches mounted on the walls, Avi could tell that this was certainly not a generic hall of the Labyrinth.
He flopped onto the tiled floor, lying on his back. Next out of the small hole in the wall that Avi had exploited, the unconscious James emerged. Avi used the last of his strength to support the young man, helping him out of the hole and laying him to rest on his back.
Lance came last, forcing himself out of the mass of tentacles. He crawled desperately about a meter, before collapsing onto his side.
The three of them were beyond exhausted. Avi could barely move a muscle. He had to lay helpless for about five minutes (by which point he was beginning to wonder whether he was suffering from muscle atrophy) before he was able to sit up against the wall.
By this time, James was waking up. His slime-coated body shifted, and his eyes fluttered open to meet Avi.
“Is… is it over?” he asked weakly. “Has it been a week?”
Avi smiled. “Not quite.” He looked over to Lance, watching him roll over onto his back.
“Fuck,” said Lance finally. Avi couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.
“Yeah,” said Avi. “Fuck.”
“We almost died.”
“Uh huh.”
“Fucked to death. What a way to go.”
James laughed this time, sitting up. He rubbed his face, trying to swipe off the slime.
“So where the hell are we now?” asked Lance.
“We’re still in the Cathedral,” said James. “This is the dormitory hall.”
Avi looked back and forth. He could see a number of wooden doors lining this long torchlit marble hallway.
“We need to get out of here,” said Lance.
“I know how to get back to the main door. Follow me,” said James.
“Wait,” said Avi, grabbing James’ arm as he stumbled to his feet. “My bag. We need to get it.”
“Dude, forget it,” said Lance. “I’m not sticking around any longer.”
“I need Sebastian’s journal,” replied Avi. “I can’t lose it again. I made him a promise.”
Lance sighed. “Fine. Where is it?”
“I don’t know,” said James. “If it’s not by the front door, it’s in Father Arlo’s room.”
“Well, let’s just hope it’s by the door,” said Avi, fumbling with the heavy stone brick and returning it to the slot in the wall. It blended in perfectly.
Of course, that would be too easy. The three of them were disappointed to find the front door completely bare.
“Let’s just go,” said James. “Forget it.”
“We can’t,” insisted Lance. “Where is Father Arlo’s room?”
James sighed. “I only saw it once. I’ve only been here for, like, a day.”
“Take us there,” said Avi. “Please.”
James sighed. Quickly, he waved the two of them along with him down one of the doors leading out of the main chamber.
After a couple of corners, they reached Father Arlo’s bedroom. Avi creaked open the door. Sure enough, the nude priest was sleeping soundly in his bed. But there was another figure.
As the three of them crept into the room, Avi could see that lying next to Arlo was a boy in a belt. He lay awake, shaking, his hands chained to the bed frame. His body was coated in cum.
Avi gasped softly. Arlo was raping his own parishioners.
“Psst!” whispered Lance. He held up Avi’s bag, which had been sitting on a table in the corner of the room. But Avi was too focused on the horrible sight on the bed.
Avi’s fists balled. He felt a warmth on his chest. The necklace was glowing again.
Lance whispered again. “…Avi?”
Wordlessly, Avi stepped over to Lance. He grabbed the coil of rope out of the bag, and undid the knot.
“Avi? What are you doing? Let’s get a move on!” whispered James.
Avi said nothing. Calmly, his necklace lighting up the room, he stepped over to the bed. Swiftly, he yanked the bedsheets off of Arlo.
The priest struggled, yelling out various confused curses, but Avi easily overpowered him. He pinned the priest onto his stomach, and hogtied his arms, leaving him defenseless.
“Avi! Stop!” cried Lance.
Avi grabbed the priest by his hair, and marched him down the hall. Father Arlo struggled, but Avi only had to tighten his grip to pacify him. He only had one destination in mind.
The trapdoor to the “garden” was closed. Avi was able to easily open the door with his free hand. Arlo started to beg.
“No! No! Stop! Untie me! You’ll kill me, you fucking— AH!”
Avi threw the bound priest into the mass of tentacles, and slammed the door shut. With the brick replaced, Avi knew Arlo had no chance of escape.
“Let’s go.”
James and Lance stepped out of Avi’s way as he snatched the satchel out of Lance’s bag. Avi threw open the doors and stepped back out into the Labyrinth, feeling nothing but raw anger.
“…Avi?” said Lance, stepping out behind him.
“What?” said Avi, whipping his hand around.
“Look,” he replied, raising his finger.
The necklace was now growing bright white, as bright as a lightbulb. It was slowly beginning to float upwards.
Avi’s eyes widened. “Jesus Christ.”
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