Dane shed his own clothes, straddled the bench to the left of Olaf's, and sat down. The stone chilled his thighs, butt, and balls; his own prong stood proudly erect. Franz, another shipmate, trotted into the eldritch circle, shedding his clothes and revealing his own muscular physique and stiffening shaft.
"Just -- just sit down on a bench and -- and wait," said Olaf. Dane studied the big blond, easily the best-built of the crew of twenty-four young men in their late teens who had sailed to this isle of ill repute, looking for adventure.
"How did -- how do ya know what we're s'posed t' do?" asked Franz as he sat down on the bench just to the right of Olaf's.
Olaf shrugged his thick shoulders. "Just seemed the thing to do."
"I -- I know what you mean. Least, I think I do," said Dane. He looked back over his shoulder; by then, the rest of the crew had gathered just inside the eldritch circle of stone pillars, some still stripping, the rest already nude, all displaying stiffening prongs. "Room for one more," he said, patting the empty bench to his left.
Dane saw the twenty-one youths glance at each other. One -- Sandy, the youngest and smallest -- took one step forward, swallowed hard, then strode to the empty stone bench, straddled it, and gingerly sat down. He glanced at Dane, who patted the naked teenager reassuringly on the shoulder.
"W-what happens n-next?" asked Sandy.
"Like Olaf said, we wait," said Dale. He glanced at pit, started to look away, then focused on the pit again, where a Thing, a glowing, orange dome had appeared, glistening wetly in the moonlight. Two big, unblinking eyes studied the four naked teens. A thick tentacle, both squamous and rugose, emerged from the Thing's central mass, quested for a moment, then slithered along the bench that led to Olaf and his waiting prong.
"What th' fuck is that?" asked Franz.
"Maybe it's Cthulhu -- what H.P. Lovecraft wrote all those horror stories about," said Olaf.
"B-but orange?" asked Sandy. "It looks more like a giant pumpkin."
"Well, what else? It's Halloween, after all," said Olaf as he watched the tentacle squirm closer.
"I always thought Cthulhu would be lots bigger that that," said Dane. "It could be a Cthulhu rather than the Cthulhu -- a young one, maybe?"
"Still looks big enough to take me," said Olaf. "Big enough to take on all four of us."
Dane saw the tentacle ended in a blunt tip, then saw the tip gape open, metamorphosing into a tooth-filled mouth. He watched that mouth clamp itself onto Olaf's glans, watched it tighten, relax, tighten again, just as if it were --
"Yeah, it's started eating me, grinding up my cock, just like it looks," said Olaf, his voice strained, his muscles tense. "Eating me alive, but it's not -- well, you'll find that out soon enough."
Dane glanced at the orange Thing. Three more tentacles now squirmed along benches toward their prey. Franz was the next to be taken, and then it was Dane's turn. He bent his erection down to the horizontal, held it there for the tentacle to find. The tip opened wide, then clamped onto his glans. He held himself motionless, all his attention on what the tentacle was doing: biting into his glans, sucking hungrily on his prong, slowly grinding away his hard meat.
Sandy asked, "Is it e-eating you too?"
Dale nodded. "It's kind of turning me on too, eating me like this." He realized he was squeezing Sandy's shoulder and released his grip.
"Yeah?"
"Well, you'll find out for yourself real soon now." Dale watched a feeding tube wriggle closer to Sandy's prong, watched Sandy guide the tentacle to its goal with his left hand while he steadied his prong with his right. The tip clamped itself onto Sandy's glans. Dale put his hand on Sandy's shoulder again and felt the muscles there tighten, then slowly relax as the tentacle started eating Sandy's glans. "Doing okay?"
"Yeah -- I am now. You?"
"Getting -- eaten alive, even --" Dale stroked the tentacle's rugose skin. "-- watching and feeling it take me -- it's turning me on, like -- it's almost like I'm getting ready to shoot my load -- and -- and --"
"Me -- too. And I am -- gonna -- shoot!" With both hands, Sandy grabbed the tentacle that was eating his prong, fucked the feeding tube for a half-dozen strokes, went rigid for a moment, then relaxed with a satisfied sigh.
And a moment later, Dale was pumping his semen into the tentacle that was sucking him off as it ate his cock. So was Olaf, then Franz as the tentacles slowly devoured all four teenagers' prongs.
"Now what?" asked Dale, as he felt his semen and ground-off scraps of meat from his glans being swallowed.
"I'm good for another round," said Olaf. "But while I'm reloading . . ." He turned and looked at the circle of watching, hard-pronged shipmates. "Hey, Pete; how 'bout feeding me a shot of your cream while I'm feeding this hungry Thing?"
Pete hesitated, then strode to Olaf and presented his shaft. "Promise you won't bite?"
"Don't give me ideas. You got a nice big one, up hard like this." Olaf engulfed Pete's shaft and started sucking.
A moment later, Rick was at Dale's side. Dale turned his head and shoulders, took Rick's prong, and sucked hard. Two more naked teenagers came to feed their sperm-charged semen to Sandy and Fritz. Dale sucked off four more shipmates before the feeding tube neared the base of his own prong.
"What gives now?" Olaf demanded. Dale looked. The big blond was holding up his balls, still in their bag. "The fucker didn't eat 'em -- just carved 'em off on its way in."
Dale looked more closely; the feeding tube was boring into Olaf's crotch. Dale looked down as he felt a stab of pain that radiated up into his guts, then realized the tentacle that was eating him had just cut off his own balls. "If you're hungry --"
"I -- I don't know 'bout eating mine, but -- be a shame to let 'em go to waste," said Olaf.
"Yeah." Dale held up his now-severed balls, while he watched and felt his tentacle bore into his crotch.
"Hey, I -- I g-got an idea." Sandy held up his own balls. "We could p-pass them around -- Olaf, you pass one of your balls to Fritz and one to Dale. Fritz, give one of your balls to Olaf, and then you get to eat one of his balls and one of your own. Dale, pass one of your balls to Olaf and one to me; you get to eat one of Olaf's and one of mine. And I'll eat one of your balls and one of mine -- okay?"
"Sounds good t' me," said Fritz.
Four freshly castrated teenagers swapped their balls back and forth, then popped them into their mouths, and began to chew on their warm, bloody gonads.
Around a mouthful of Sandy's and Olaf's testicles, Dale asked, "But why Halloween? Sure, the stone circle looks eldritch enough, and the tentacles are squamous and rugose enough, like things in Lovecrafty stories usually are --"
"Which means what?" asked Olaf.
"Well, eldritch just means weird ," said Dale, as his tentacle slowly eviscerating him as it bored deeper into his entrails, "and squamous means snakelike or serpentine. As for rugose, that means wrinkled -- I looked them up, once."
Sandy said, "K-kind of spoils the effect, doesn't it, knowing what the words really mean?"
"Yeah," said Dale, "but what does Cthulhu have to do with this particular night?"
Fritz chuckled, then said, "Can you think of a better time t' run into this Cthu-something critter? Even if it doesn't the fuck wear a pointed hat and ride a broomstick, it's --"
"Wow," Olaf suddenly yelped. "Something really hit me inside -- is eating balls that much of a turn on?"
"You're j-just feeling the critter eat your p-prostate gland," said Sandy.
"Yeah," said Dale, as an erotic jolt shook his own naked body. "I think the critter just bit into mine."
Sandy reported: "It feels like I'm trying to shoot without having anything to shoot with. It's -- it's like wow! and then some." He frowned down at his lean stomach.
"That must of been it," said Olaf. "Now I can feel the thing going after my guts, sucking them out. Feels real weird, too." He raised his muscle-plated chest and patted his six-pack abs, already concave and gradually becoming more so.
Dale patted his own stomach muscles as he felt himself being gutted by the Thing's hungry tentacle. "We look great like this too, but --"
"-- but even if the Thing doesn't take out our hearts and lungs --" said Sandy.
"-- we won't last much longer without the rest of our inner works," said Olaf.
"What th' fuck," said Fritz. "This is weird: we should of bled t' death already, but --"
"Yeah," said Dale. "I think the Thing's just finished eating my kidneys and now it's started on my liver, but --"
"-- But we're not dead yet?" asked Olaf. "Tell ya what, though: while the rest of you studs are waiting for the Thing here to castrate and gut you --"
A chorus of objections interrupted him.
"Come on, this Thing's not gonna let the rest of you guys get away, no matter what the fuck you want," said Fritz. "It already made ya strip, and get good an' hard -- and you're still good an' hard, right?"
The intact teenagers mumbled an assent.
"Okay, then," said Fritz. "So -- while you're waitin' your turns t' get eaten alive like we just been, how 'bout gettin' th' fuck ready t' roast an' eat th' four of us?"
"Yeah," said Dale. "You can haul our ship's propane stove ashore and cook one of us at a time on that --"
"-- and there's plenty of dry wood on the island to roast us with," said Olaf.
"And while you guys are getting ready to do that," said Dale, "now that these tentacles have pretty near finished gutting the four of us, they're leaving holes just the right size to fit your cocks. So -- who's for a fast fuck?" He felt the tentacle that had gelded and gutted him slowly withdraw, then watched as all four tentacles slithered back to the Thing, which sank from sight. Dale stood up. "Hey, Rick, have you re-loaded yet?"
"Getting there -- but that means I can fuck longer 'til I shoot again. There's a patch of soft sand over here where we can . . ."
Rick led; Dale followed him, knelt, lay back on the sand, and spread his thighs wide. Rick climbed aboard; Dale guided Rick's cock into the freshly bored hole in his crotch. Rick started fucking; Dale met every impaling thrust with an upward squirm of his own naked body.
Dale heard footsteps on the sand; he turned to watch. Pete lay down beside Rick and Dale. Olaf impaled himself on Pete's shaft and began sliding up and down on Pete's hard meat. Dale glanced the other way and saw Sandy lie down on the sand alongside, just a few inches away. A long-pronged shipmate mounted Sandy, who eagerly wrapped his arms and legs around his shipmate, locking their bodies together as he slid his hard shaft deep into Sandy and began to fuck. Fritz and another naked shipmate lay down and started fucking just beyond Sandy
When Rick had come and withdrawn, another naked shipmate replaced him -- and then another, while still others fucked Olaf, Fritz, and Sandy under the full moon. A few crew members paired up to fuck each other. When evening faded into night, Sandy insisted on being the first to be cooked -- "As the s-smallest," he said with a grin, "at least I rate as an -- an appetizer."
To his and everyone else's surprise, he was still alive after being roasted from the waist down on the propane-fired grill, and reported that the process was even less painful than being castrated and evscerated by the Thing. And while Sandy was cutting off and passing out chunks of his legs and rump, Olaf and Fritz built and then climbed onto a framework of green saplings over a bed of hot coals and cooked themselves alive from their necks down.
To everyone's even greater surprise, they were still alive, awake, and talking when they finished cooking; watched themselves being eaten with great interest; and didn't expire until their bodies had been reduced to bones by their their shipmates. What was left of Sandy -- from the waist up -- went back on the grill later to be eaten as a midnight snack.
Next morning, Dale helped renew the fire, roasted himself over the hot coals, and was eaten for breakfast, during which he described the whole process as being so much fun (especially being fucked) that four of his naked, hard- cocked shipmates volunteered to be the next ones to feed themselves to the Lovecrafty Thing as soon as It got hungry for more live teenager.