Two applications sent later, Carl had decided enough was enough. It was exhausting to have to rewrite an application differently, lie about yourself in all new ways, depending on which school you wanted to get into.
He felt as if he wasn't himself any more, that by doing this he was cheapening himself just for the sake of a piece of paper. You could only lie about yourself for so long before you started to forget the truth.
Dad had made it clear they wouldn't be doing anything that weekend, not that the weekends could be told apart from the weeks. He had nothing to do regardless. So much for the grand gesture, he mused, and settled in for another long night.
His thoughts turned to Charlotte. Carl had been putting off thinking about what had happened earlier for a while but he could no more. It hadn't been his first kiss, but it had definitely been the first time he'd been kissed like that.
A mix of emotions he wasn't really ready to process flooded through him all at once. Guilt, anxiety, embarrassment, all the ingredients of a young love, which led to him imagining every overly optimistic and ridiculously pessimistic scenario possible.
He flicked through her social media photos in what he told himself was an entirely innocent way. She had a talent for photography. After a few hours doing that, which he spent mulling it all over, he eventually decided “I'll just see what happens”, rolled over, and tried to quieten his mind enough for sleep.
Peering around the edges of the old hatch door, inky black tendrils eyed the situation with impenetrable intent. They slowly twisted the door free, and crept into the room, like a shadow looming forth, covering the floor.
His phone was lifted gently, and the tendrils flicked through it with frightening speed. Picture after picture of Charlotte went past, before the applications to a dozen Universities appeared. After a while, the phone was put back down... only for the tendril to pick it up again, and pull it back towards the door. Another tentacle appeared from under the door, with the key, and delicately began to unlock it.
Again, the tendrils began to slowly, delicately, trace across his skin. His ankles and his feet were treated to the softest kisses, as his calves were massaged ever so gently. His thighs were traced with hundreds of loving, doting fingertips, and as his cock rose to attention, they moved up higher, closer.
Meanwhile, one tendril snuck out of the room, down the stairs, and found the switch which had cut all power to the house. It flicked it, then wrenched the fitting from the wall, only to rip the wiring within in half, before returning up to its sisters.
Beside his head, a thick, black tendril slowly rose like a serpent, poised next to his vulnerable sleeping form. A wet, dripping hole opened between massive, sausage-thick lips, and a second much like it appeared further down, closer to his stomach.
As the first formed a wry grin, the other lowered slowly towards him as the army of tendrils parted the sheets from his body, tugging them down, pulling apart his pesky clothing, and his cock sprung out, already dribbling.
The mouth-tendril leaned in close to his ear, and breathed on it softly, as the other encompassed his cock in a soaking, sucking, mouth.
“What a good boy you've been for Mommy... finding the key that was... hidden from me all those years back...”
With an inhuman hunger, the mouth-tendril at his cock slurped hungrily, as if trying to suck his very soul from his body, and yet was so tender as to be hardly perceptible in its movement.
“You poor, sweet thing. You don't even know who you are any more. Nobody to love you, care for you... take care of you...”
The tendril at his cock lapped hungrily at the underside of his shaft, a tongue developing from within the surface of the appendage.
“You don't know what you need, but that's okay. Mommy does. Mommy loves you. Mommy loves you more than you could possibly know...”
The tendril below was now plunging down onto his cock, its lips pursing tightly as if to wring every drop of cum from within him as it dragged its way back up.
“Come to me... cum... to me... cum for me... my good boy...” the tendril by his ear, its massively thick lips now inches from his ear, began licking and kissing at his neck between words.
“When you wake up, you'll be so horny...”
Below, a tendril formed a ring around the base of his cock, and the lips began to suckle and slurp at the head.
“You will come to find me... you will come find your mommy... you will cum... you will cum... for your mommy.”
The ring around the base of his cock began to frantically jerk up and down his shaft with inhuman speed, as the mouth drooled a constant flow of impossibly-slick saliva down from its lascivious tip-kissing. Carl groaned softly, thrusting up into the pleasure in his sleep.
Just as Carl's groans were reaching a crescendo, the tendrils forced his hips down into the mattress as a dozen tiny tongues began to flick wildly all around the crown of his cock, and he whimpered pitifully as he was unable to move.
“Come find me.”
With that, the stimulation ended, and the key, along with his phone, disappeared through the hatch... but the door did not close.
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Carl woke a few minutes later. His cock was demanding attention.
He reached over for his phone only to find it was gone. Grumbling, he went to turn on the light, only for it to not be working. He reached around under his bed, his eyes peering into the blackness... only for the subtle feeling that somehow the darkness was staring back to come over him.
He resigned himself, went over to his PC, only to find it was also not working.
“Fucking electrics...” he mumbled, and stumbled back to the bed. He pulled up his sleepwear frustratedly, knowing that simple masturbation would be woefully unfulfilling.
Then he saw it. The hatch was open... and there were no bricks behind it.
Like a carpet, shadows spilled forth from it, stretching within the room. Blinking, sure he was hallucinating, he hunched over in front of it. For a moment he considered going to get a flashlight but... something was so different.
This was definitely strange. It had to be a dream. This had to be a waking dream.
He recognized in that moment that, if this was a lucid dream, this was a golden opportunity. Through that tunnel could be anything. Anything he wanted...
He got down onto all fours and crawled inside.
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