Just his luck at the rest of the family members decide to not help clean out the grandparents house. he was there alone and the reason he was alone is everybody thought their grandparents were a little bit creepy. he hadn’t thought that they had always treated him very well. So it finally came down to him to be the one to clear the estate. Three days into it is when he found the chest. It was in the basement now. His grandparents were always super tidy, and the basement was clean and had tile floors. As soon as he open the chest, though he knew something was wrong first in a brightly lit room. The bottom was covered in darkness, and then there was the smell on the air. He knew he had smelled it. We couldn’t place it. Foolishly reached inside and the first thing he touched, felt rubbery, and then it moved. It seemed like a dozen tentacles came out of the box and tore his clothes off. That smell was still filling the air. He recognized it, it was sex, and his resistance began to fade because of the natural pheromones, when one of the tentacles pushed into his mouth and then started a vigorous in and out motion. A small part of his brain was left to say I’m getting throat fucked by a tentacle, and then it came. When they flipped him over and drug him onto all four, he offered no resistance, even spreading his own knees when they were done using his ass, all he knew is he wanted more. But when he was turned over again, and forced to sit, held down by five or six of the tentacles, and the small one crawled inside him, it was the last violation caused him to come, and he could tell that the tentacle was swallowing every bit of it before it even left his body