MECHANICAL TENTACLE TIME

(Here's an excerpt from a 40k-themed RP I did.)

[Me]
Ferolutius pushed down onto the guardsman, weighing him down with the weight of his massive body. Seeing as it consisted more of steel than it did of flesh, Cordo was soon barely able to move as he was tightly pressed into his seat. "Calm down, calm down. I already thought of that, see? I have...plans, see?" Ferolutius muttered, talking to himself as much as he talked to his victim. "Ah, yes. I know something to get you calm." he exclaimed as the needle-tipped mechadendrite came into view again, jabbing itself into Cordo's arm. At first the effects were minimal, but gradually the guardsman could find himself calming down, his will to fight draining slowly but surely as he entered a more mellow.

More of the techpriest's mechanical tentacles were unleashed upon Cordo. These were different than the ones the guardsman had knowledge of, however. Smooth, slightly ribbed and oozing some kind of cold, slightly white paste that spread a tingling feeling on the flesh they touched. Soon, entire groups of these thick appendages slathered Cordo's body with their ooze, sliding over his chest and poking at his nipples. "Do you want to feel good, pretty boy? I'll m-make you feel good." Ferolutius said, grabbing hold of the guardsman's right nipple and twisting it around while dragging the clawed finger of his own cybernetic hand across the boy's chest.

[Partner]
Cordo's protests were soon cut off as the tech-priest's massive, heavy body pressed down upon him, the only thing really able to come out of his mouth being a few labored, gasping breaths of pain as he found himself completely and utterly able to move. Looks like trying to sneak his boot up to his human hand, which had a small, reliable knife stashed into it, was oging to have to wait. "W-what fucking plans!" he gasped out, struggling for air as he resisted the foolish urge to head-butt the tech-priest's metal skull. Before he could respond any further, another needle soon appeared once more, jamming into his human arm and causing a light grunt of pain to escape his lips. "What the h-hell did you just pump into me?" he groaned out, soon feeling his heart-beat slow, body ease up, and the expression of restraint and hatred on his face subside, although his mind could still certainly experience the desperate panic and hatred perfectly well.

"Gonna...uh...get out of this..." he calmly and cooly remarked, unable to really tense up or try to fight back as a multitude of smooth, rounded mechandrites began to drag across his smooth body, oozing out a white, sloppy liquid which made his body burn with intense, warm pleasure, especially when it get to his oh-so-sensitive nipples! "Nnnngh....a-aaaah!~ J-just...stop...gonna...stab....you." he calmly moaned, before his chest suddenly jerked upwards again, a shrill, high-pitched yelp escaping the veteran guardsman's mouth as his nipple was suddenly twisted, causing his body to become wracked by the intense, warm pleasure!

[Me]
Ferolutius' cybernetic eyes zoomed in, their plastic casings extending far beyond his eyesockets, their red glow illuminating the area around Cordo's own eyes. "You love it, don't you? You can tell me you don't like it but I feel it, I can taste it in the air. You want me to be inside you, don't you?" the techpriest shrieked, rapidly spewing forth words in a rather threatening manner, the metallic ringing that accompanied it echoing through the room. Some of the mechadendrites that ceaselessly worked his chest moved downwards, prodding at his pecker through his pants. "Let's have a look over there, shall we?"

Ferolutius unleashed another steel tentacle upon his victim, this time one fitted with a surgical knife. With one, smooth movement it cut away the fabric around Cordo's genitals, giving its mechanical brethren free access to his cock and balls. The mechadendrites prodded at them, pushing hard against his sack or pressing themselves upon the head of his dick as if giving it a kiss. As they did, another appendage appeared, thinner and seemingly longer than the others. It wrapped itself around Cordo's cute little pecker like a snake constricting its pray and started rhytmically moving up and down. "You like that, don't you? You love it!"

[Partner]
Despite the sedatives injected in his system making all outward attempts at resistance or angle nigh-impossible, Cordo could feel a surprisingly large amount of...fear in his gut, something which he tended not to feel much of even when rushing into a massive, bloody gunfight. But now, as his virginity and body were threatened by a sudden, insane tech-priest? He could feel fear, more so than he has felt in the last few months at the front. "No man...come on...don't do that..." he quietly said in a mellow tone, grunting as the cool, liquid-seeping mecadendrite teased as his flaccid cock.

Soon enough, a sharper tentacle was brought forth, one that easily tore away the fabric covering his crotch, including the underwear, revealing what lay beneath. As expected, everything was incredibly smooth within, only slathered with a light amount of sweat-smelling sweat. His flaccid cock appeared surprisingly large, although not overly so, his flaccid cock standing at about six or so inches, growing to nearly eight when he was fully erect, a fact he'd often brag about with his buddies in the field. His balls were rather plump too, filled to the brim with weeks, if not months of pent-up seed that could only be released by jerking off in the field when one had a moment to himself. Not wasting any time, those mechedendrites began to tease and rub up against his cock and balls, practically worshiping them with their attention as the warm liquid seeped across his sac, and leaked out of the sloppy "kiss" one tentacle was giving his cock-head. Despite the fact he certainly WASN'T enjoying this, the warm sensation was enough to cause his large, hefty cock to rise to its full eight inches, spasming as it experienced a new, unknown pleasure only further amplified as one coiled around his shaft, rapidly jerking it up and down with a few wet squelches. "No...I uh...uh...hate it...still going to...kill you." he said in a tone of voice that was completely taken over by the sedatives and admittedly, sounding rather silly in the current situation.

[Me]
Looking at the surprisingly hefty piece of meat between his victim's legs, Ferolutius let out a metallic chuckle. "You hate it? Your body tells me otherwise." he said, the thin, long tentacle wrapped around the aforementioned piece of meat increasing in speed and force. Two more cock-shaped mechadendrites entered the fray, dragging themselves along Cordo's sides before entering both his armpits, tickling the sensitive skin as they rubbed them and spread around their synthetic juice.

The techpriest slid downwards, his armada of mechanical tendrils adjusting their length accordingly, staying in their positions and continuing their assault on Cordo's body as if nothing happened. A small moment of silence ensued as Ferolutius observed his victim's genitals, but was quickly broken by the sound of torn fiber. Another shred of Cordo's pants was removed, this time revealing the guardsman's tight, virgin pucker. "You look delicious. Let me have a taste." Ferolutius groaned, prodding the hole with his smooth, mechanical finger before pushing into it, slowly moving in and out. While inside, the tip of his finger opened to reveal a smooth wire with a piece of metal at the end. Using this synthetic feeler the techpriest completely mapped out Cordo's inner walls, finally finding his prostate, gently rubbing it as if to tease the guardsman. "This is your sweet spot, isn't it?"

[Partner]
"You twisted...mechanical...cog-head...just fucking...nnngh...kill me now instead of this shit..." he groaned out softly, trying to give the impression that he was sick of this bullshit as well as he could, despite the fact his body was intensely enjoying the teasing, having had nothing more than Cordo's own hand for the past...well, three months. His foreskin-clad cock, now completely, almost painfully, hard, was being jerked off at a breakneck pace, causing Cordo's body to tense up as much as it could with an ample amount of sedatives pumped into him. His massive shaft simply throbbed harder once those cock-shaped tentacles began to slide and tease his armpits, causing him to appear more flustered, his tough, grizzled demeanor soon replaced by a moaning, squirming attitude that didn't quite fit on that veteran guardsman.

Unable to quite notice the tech-priest lowering himself down, Cordo found himself unable to do anything to prevent that assault of mechedendrites as they oozed the warm, tingly liquid across his entire body, until it was drenched in the goopy material and made his body shine underneath the electric lights. A sudden tear of his fabric once again made him wince, now feeling the warm air within the operating room brush up against his incredibly tight, pink, clean virgin pucker, an increased sense of fear rising within him as he realized what was going on. "I'm not...into men...you stupid...fuck..." he weakly protested, instead just groaning as his hole was penetrated with his finger, parting with no particular ease to accept it inside, before a metal extension rose out of the tech-priests finger, before prodding and rubbing teasingly at his prostate, making an odd, funny-feel pressure rise in his cock, which when mixed with his overwhelming pleasure, made his cock bulge out, obviously about to blow out a massive, pent-up load in the next few seconds unless prevented!

[Me]
"Ah-ah-ah! What do you think you're doing?" Ferolutius exclaimed as he saw Cordo's cock twitch and bulge out, obviously ready to blow his load. Another thin, long cyber-tentacle shot out from the techpriest's robes and violently burrowed itself into Cordo's dripping urethra, going deep into his cock and stopping the massive amount of cum that was about to erupt in its tracks. "Do you think you can just go ahead and cum like that, you little slut? Do you? No, you're going to cum when you show you can be a good boy." Ferolutius continued.

Soon, the extremely uncomfortable feeling of seed flowing back into your balls crept up on the guardsman, sending a shiver across his body. Amplified by the sedatives that were administered to him, this would make for a very unpleasant experience indeed. To make things worse the mechadendrite that denied him his orgasm was now firmly lodged into his cock and started moving in and out, much like a cock would do when fucking any other orifice. In fact, it seemed that it was it's exact intention to do so. "Mmmm... Your cock is nice and tight. It's even better than your ass. It feels so warm, so wet, so welcoming... More like a pussy than a cock, really." Ferolutius groaned. He was getting more aroused by the second, increasing the intensity with which he rubbed Cordo's prostate while a pool of precum formed around his erect dick and darkened the fabric around it.

[Partner]
Cordo was somewhat looking forward to having an orgasm, but not in the way that Ferolutius likely would of wanted him to. His realistic, tactical mind figured that at least an orgasm meant he'd be unable to get hard again for a little while, minimizing the forced pleasure he'd experience and at least let him retain SOME of his dignity. But before he was given sweet, sweet release, another one of those seemingly never-ending mechadendrites shot out from under his robe, angling with a cold, calculating precision towards his cock-tip, and promptly burrowing inside, the guardsman's eyes opened wide with a pure, unanticipated look of shock and fear as a sickening series of coughs, gurgles, and gasps escaped his lips as even his cock was violated, that thin tentacle uncomfortably sliding in and out of his cock as if it was fucking...well, a hole that was actually supposed to be fucked! "G-get that...out of...meeeeeeee...." he pathetically whined out, wincing severely as his face was a pure shade of red, his cock-pussy getting fucked rather ruthlessly as it clenched down tighter than any hole possibly could, even his virgin pucker.

The sensation proved to be even worse as his urge to cum grew stronger and stronger, yet could find no real release. The jerking still continued, the lewd, wet noises still emanated throughout the room, and the teasing of his over-sensitive body still went on, not to mention the caressing and rubbing of his prostate, making the pressure within his balls only grow even more, until Cordo was a squirming, moaning mess~

[Me]
Ferolutius rose up, swiftly withdrawing his cyberfinger from Cordo's prostate. Standing upright and casting a rather intimidating shadow over the bitchboy beneath him, he lowered his undergarnments, causing his colossal, throbbing cock to pop out. This giant rod of meat pushed itself into the guardsman's crotch immidiately, pressing against his balls and rubbing itself against the cockpussy above them. "This may be a good time to tell you this, just as I penetrate you. Wait just a second." Ferolutius said, an incredible smugness resonating in his voice. Without any warning he forced his monstrous cock into Cordo's virgin asshole, causing a slight wave of blood to wash over it as it completely destroyed the guardsman from the inside. As soon as the pain hit him, the boy's cyber-arm rose up and made a peace sign towards the techpriest fucking him, a distinct clicking sound emanating from the gearhead's lenses. "I've been recording this since the beginning. I've been taking pictures as well. Do you know what this means, bitchboy?" Ferolutius asked. Rhytmically moving in and out of Cordo's cock and ass, all while rubbing himself all over the guardsman's smooth, feminine body made him feel he was reaching his limit. More and more mechadendrites started appearing, each cock-shaped and trembling from pressure. Soon they were frotting against his entire body, forcing their way into his nose, rubbing themselves on his cheeks, finding their way into his ears or even forcing themselves into his human hand, sliding in and out between his fingers.

[Partner]
Feeling his knees buckle and shake slightly as that prying finger yanked free from his hole, leaving it sore, yet still technically virgin, he stood intimidatingly above the tied up, immobile guards-bitch. Without wasting any more time, he pushed his robes free and took of his underwear, the look of pure horror on Cordo's face completely evident as he saw that raging, erect monster of a cock spring out, flopping against his cute, smooth balls with a soft thud, cock-head able to feel the bulge created by the mechadendrite as it plowed away into his cock-pussy. "Don't you fuck-" was all he could manage to utter out before Ferolutius jammed forward with an incredible, inhuman strength, slamming into the boy's virgin hole as he let out a loud, terrible cry of pain, not quite crying yet, but sure as hell gritting his teeth as his insides were torn up an copious amount of blood began to leak out and cover his shaft. Much to his horror afterwards, that uncontrollable cybernetic arm reached upwards, before lewdly forming into a peace-sign more fitting some kind of odd, fucked-up fantasy or porn mag than it did what was going on.

Cordo was ready to spit out another threat, especially now that his arm was locked in this position, but the sudden, rapid clicks from the tech-priest's lens caught his attention again, before his mouth opened agape in pure shock once he was told what was happening. "N-no...no...fucking...way..." he groaned out, shutting his eyes and shaking his head. "No fucking way!" he cried out, letting out a series of high-pitched yelps and grunts as the engiseer thrust within him at a breakneck pace, causing even more pain and blood to ooze out as his robotic hand continued to stay perfectly still, formed into a peace sign. "You disgusting cog-he-" was all he could get out before another collection of mechanical tentacles escaped from under his robe, suddenly assaulted every inch of his body which was previously not assaulted. Tiny, little liquid spraying tentacles were rubbing up against every inch of his cock and balls which weren't currently contained in the coil around his shaft, more began to rub on his face, covering his cheeks in the aphrodisiac liquid, others simply rubbed up against his fingers and hand, using it as a personal, fleshy jerk-off tool, hell, some even decided to rub up against his lewd, metallic peace-sign, while others went for more...unorthodox holes. A sick, disgusted grunt of horror escaped his lips as a few suddenly slid into his nose, making it difficult to breath but nonethless fucking it like they would someone's pussy, while a few more pushed into his ears, making it so all he could see, smell, and taste was those mechadendrites pushing into him and violating his body as he looked on in horror.

[Me]
Ferolutius continued his all-out assault on Cordo's body, nearly tearing the bitch's insides to shreds as he grew closer and closer to his limit by the second, adjusting his speed and power accordingly. The pathetic slut's boypussy wasn't the only thing being destroyed, however, as the mechadendrites that filled every hole in his body and covered nearly every inch of his bare flesh got more ferocious as well, squirming, rubbing and fucking with an incredible ferocity, the experience turning downright painful in some places. With a terrifying shriek that sounded like colossal metal plates grinding against each other,  Ferolutius erupted, sending buckets worth of cum from every single part of his body he was fucking Cordo with. In a split second gallons upon gallons of thick seed were deposited into the bitchboy, filling his cock to the brim, making it overflow like a regular pussy and even getting some of his master's synthetic cum into his balls, making the guardsman's transformation into emasculated guardsbitch complete. At the same time, his ass got flooded with natural semen, Ferolutius' cock ceaselessly pumping and pumping more of his filthy sperm into his bitch, filling up the boy's belly and causing it to trickle down his cock only to accumulate in a murky, white-red puddle on the ground. As if this all wasn't enough, the remaining mechadendrites made sure the rest of Cordo's body got its share, covering the entirety of his chest and his armpits with sticky, tarlike seed while the ones working his head filled his ears, nose, mouth and even in his eyes, completely blocking off each and every one of his senses. All he could see, hear, smell, taste or feel was cum. The entirety of his perception became cum on that one moment, and the only thing reminding him of the existance of non-cum reality was the distinct clicking sound signifying the capture of a picture, collecting evidence of his utterly pathetic, humiliating defeat by cock.

[Partner]
Cordo had been through hell and back on around three different worlds, surviving bursts of flamer-canisters, copious amounts of las-gun fire, bolter shells, krak grenades, bayonet charges, ambushes, and countless other deadly scenarios, and he managed to face each and every situation with a cool, calm, steely demeanor, not letting his fear get the best of him and genuinely keeping himself together. But as Ferolutius's towering cock slid in and out of his hole, stretching it to its absolute limits and tearing up whatever it thrust against, blood seeping out of his damage ass, all while dozens of mechadendrites teased, thrust, and slamming into and against his body at such a rate it began to horrifyingly hurt, Cordo was beginning to lose it. If this was pure pain he was feeling, he could of just simply treated it like he would if he was captured in the field and tortured. Cocky, confident, and unwilling to let himself succumb to the pain. But the mix of intense, numb pleasure being intermingled in with the pain, the feeling of having his new cock-pussy violating ending up feeling oddly...pleasurable along with having his sensitive body teased, drove him insane. Cordo would be intensely ashamed of this for the rest of his life and would likely never admit it: but he began to cry. Not heavily mind you, but a few long, streaking tears across his pale cheeks was enough to make him feel humiliated. He never cried. Not ever.

As if on queue, this proved to be enough for Ferolutius, who simply held back no longer, this guardsman's transformation into some stupid bitch-boy fully done. First exploding from that mechadendrite that was plowing into his newly made cock-pussy, rope after rope of thick, synthetic cum forced its way into his cock, making the guardsbitch cry out in pain as he felt it pumped into his hole, some of it forced its way out of the tip and lewdly leaking down his shaft, but most of it filling up his balls, gunking up the insides and making that pressure grow only worse, not relenting in the slightest. Then the actual cock in his deflowered ass exploded, shooting rope after copious, thick rope of seed deep within his hole, properly breeding him and making his stomach feel and appear bloated slightly from the sheer amount of jizz pumped into him, as a partially bloody, white stream escaped his ass and formed on the ground below. Not relenting there, every single mechanical tentacle using his body for pleasure went off, spewing more jizz absolutely everywhere. His nipples were each covered in multiple fresh, copious loads, his armpits were absolutely showered in artificial seed, his bloated stomach was slathered with a fresh helping, his human hand was made sticky with multiple loads, his extended, forced peace-sign mechanical hand was covered as well, long, sticky strands connecting the two extended fingers and lewdly aiming at the camera, while his ears, nose, and face was utterly filled and covered with jizz until he was an absolute mess of a bitch, that could only hear, smell, feel, and taste the large, overwhelming amounts of cum across his body, until it was hard to discern the boy from the cum.

As those lens continued to click, snapping lewd, horrible picture after another, Cordo did the only thing he felt he could at that point. He cried. Hard. Sobbing and leaking out tears as he couldn't move, only able to lewdly pose for the camera as he found himself utterly violated.