Instinct moves faster than thought, and before you realize it your body has thrust itself backwards to safety, recoiling with such violence its left you teetering on the edge of falling. You hover there, caught on the cusp of overbalancing, but realize the expected fall hasn't come. You feel pain, look down to see something impossible.
You've left the hole and part of it… is still attached to you? Towards one side of the hole a thin strip of darkness extends outwards, the solid black changing when it hits the light, morphing into a shock of pure red. A red… cord, less than a centimeter across, glossy smooth in the light, painful where it spirals round your shaft by which is holds you from falling. You want to stop it, step forwards and stand upright, and its in spite of the pain that you stay there staring in open-mouthed disbelief at the impossibleness before you! Until the red cord clenches, and yanks you forwards.
Your hands take the brunt of the blow, but it still hurts as you body smacks upright into the wall. You don’t know if you've been winded or if you’re just having a heart attack, as your bare chest heaves against the painfully solid tiles and your heart thumps in your ears, all while you stare wide-eyed at the white before you, waiting for any of it to make sense! Something touched - something HAS - you flinch backwards and are instantly pulled straight back against the wall, the pain in your cock making you afraid to try again. It hurts, has it hurt you, what is IT! But staying perfectly still doesn't make it hurt any more, and, and your body takes this as a sign that you’re not, that you’re NOT being eaten, just, just manhandled, and only if you move again. So, so you stay perfectly, perfectly still, try to breathe, just breathe and try to understand what the fuck is happening?!
You’re standing against the tile wall. You cock is inside the wall. Something is holding you cock. Something inside the wall is holding you cock. Something - you stop telling yourself it’s impossible and try to think what to do about it! The pain is subsiding a bit now, and you can feel that most of the pain came from being supported and pulled by only your groin, the cord - the tendril, that has spiralled itself around your shaft is still holding you, firmly, not painfully now, just.... Despite yourself your body flinches back once more, and instantly the tendril yanks you forwards again, holding you again with a firmness on the very edge of pain as echoing within the wall you hear a familiar, angry screech! The sound from before, it wasn't the pipes, but something... alive? Yes alive, you've covered that it’s alive, and it has your cock, and oh gods what the fuck!?
You force you breathing to slow down. Deeeep breaths. Deep. Slow. Now, calmly, think. It isn't doing anything, isn't… stop imagining teeth and focus on what you know! It’s still holding you, but - it’s lessening its grip again, keeping it firm but, not painful, as if it doesn't want to hurt you. It’s even - wait what?
The last few inches of tendril stay looped around the base-end of your shaft, but the rest of it has starting to... move, slowly, delicately. With a much more pleasant kind of firmness the loops move against your shaft, kneading the sore muscles and tissue, helping the pain and your terror start to subside. Now you dare to you can feel the tendril now, warm against your skin, and as the pain continues to dissipate you start to realize how very soft it is, moving against you, how wet and smooth, making your skin wetter by the second as the loops knead the pain away, glide over your skin, moving itself back and forth. And with a jarring shock you feel yourself getting harder again!
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