The lobby of the Fantasy Spa is circular. When you enter the sleek glass doors of the building, you see nothing but the bustling registration desk in the center of the lobby, and hallways fanning out in all directions like the spokes of a wheel. On the right is a hallway that leads to the hot springs.
The domed ceiling of the hot springs room is high, and painted to appear like a night sky. It must be painted, of course. It would be absurd to think that there was actually an outdoor room in the middle of the spa complex, one where it was always night. Surely there is an explanation for why the stars twinkle a bit too realistically, and crickets chirp around the perimeter of the steaming, rock-encircled water.
There are two sides to the hot springs, to be entered through two separate doors. One door is marked for men, one is marked for women, although this distinction is more or less immaterial; though the pool of water is divided in two by a large bamboo screen, the same thing lies on both sides. Go through the door to the men’s side.
Men of all ages lounge in the hot water. A young man, after stepping through the door and slipping into the pool, need only wait a moment before he feels the presence of the true attraction of the hot springs: the Beast.
If he is an experienced young man, and knows what to expect, he will calmly allow it to happen. If he remains relaxed and still, the tentacles writhing up from the deep will not torture but merely pleasure him. He may sink lower into the water with a sigh as a tendril slips into his anus, lubricating itself with slime and thickening only to the point where it is most comfortable for him.
All this activity will remain unseen under the water’s surface. A second type of tentacle, with thousands of hair-like fibers covering the tip, will wrap around the man’s member and tease and brush over him, stimulating the man’s penis as the other tentacle slides in and out of him. If the man remains calm, the tentacles will allow him to come every quarter to half an hour or so, depending on the man’s age and ability. The hair-like fibers filter his cum out of the water, keeping it pure and pristine.
If the man panics, however, which especially happens on the first visit to the hot springs before he knows what to expect, then there will be no mercy. The more he struggles, the worse will be the reaction of the Beast. Instead of slipping quietly inside him under the water, several of the tentacles will wrap around his limbs and torso and lift him up and out, holding him high above the steaming surface of the liquid while dozens upon dozens of painfully thick squirming appendages attack him.
The more he struggles, the more violently the tentacles will cram into his ass, stretching him impossible wide as he accommodates more and more of the thick, un-slimed tendrils. Others will pry his jaw open and slip into his mouth, forcing his throat open and lodging themselves deep within. Instead of caressing his member, one of the hair-covered tendrils will wrap around the base of his penis and squeeze, painfully stilling any chance of coming, even if the man was already hard from such activities.
Held high above the water for all the others to see, the tentacles will pound into him from both ends, slamming mercilessly back and forth into the man’s mouth and anus. The longer it goes on, the more tentacles will attempt to squeeze inside him with the rest. If the ones stretching his anus cause him to scream in pain, it only leaves more room for others to invade his throat. They will fuck him brutally from both ends until the man goes limp and stops resisting, either of his own volition or because he has passed out from the pain and humiliation.
Some men come to the hot springs simply for the pleasure of watching strugglers. They sit calmly in the water, stimulated under the surface by the attentions of the Beast, and watch while the victims, often boys and young men who do not know any better, try in vain to fight the tentacles that penetrate their body. Those who are not struggling may close their eyes and relax, or they may watch and be stimulated, mentally cheering on the thick, unyielding tendrils impaling the victim’s anus. Sometimes they chuckle out loud at the frantic motions of the pierced boy or man, knowing how easily he could stop it. They rarely inform him how to do so.
Sometimes there are days when no one struggles, days when only veterans lounge in the hot springs, and the atmosphere is calm. Because this disappoints many, visitors to the hot springs often bring along first-time friends; the Fantasy Spa has a policy where members are allowed to bring friends for free if it is the friend’s first visit. So the veterans pick their most beautiful friends and bring them to the hot spring, not telling them what to expect, then watch as they are gleefully raped by the Beast.
Sometimes a man will pretend to struggle just to get the Beast’s attention, especially if it’s a slow day. He fights the actions of the tentacles just for the sheer guilty pleasure of being held in front of others and brutally fucked in plain sight. When it becomes too much, he can simply relax and allow the tentacles to place him back in the steaming water, letting him come at last.
There are days when the veterans are lucky, and three or four newbies may arrive at the same time. There is nothing like watching a party of healthy young bodies lifted into the air, all looking at each other with fear and confusion as they are singled out for tentacle attack. Many of the men take pleasure in watching the shame of these victims, who never expected to be so exposed in front of their friends.
Victims they are called for political correctness, but many will be back, unable to forget the sheer erotic pleasure of being taken by the Beast. And the hot springs are only one of many of the attractions that the Fantasy Spa has to offer.