The tentacles writhe around lustfully as they consider your question. One of them slides its thick length up and down over your body, tracing circles around your nipples before wrapping itself around your throat once more.

"It means," it says with a wicked grin, "that my essence is now completely dominant within you." Another tentacle cups one of your heavy balls in its thick flesh and rolls it roughly between its fingers.

The tentacles writhe around lustfully as they consider this question. One of them holds up a bead of your essence, studying it carefully before letting it fall back onto your skin. "Ah," the tentacle says with a knowing smile, "your essence will now be produced exclusively in my domain." It slides lower, cupping your ass in its hot flesh and teasing your entrance with its tip.

"And," another tentacle adds with a wicked grin, "

Another tentacle slides lower, cupping your ass in its thick flesh as it begins to massage and stroke. "Why don't we speed things along a bit?" it suggests with a wicked grin. "I could find ways to stimulate you that would make you want to cum again... much sooner than usual."

One of the tentacles begins to squeeze and massage your ass, its thick length pressing against your entrance as it does so. Another slides up your body, cupping one of your heavy testicles in its hot grip before rolling it roughly between its fingers. The sensation is intense, almost painful at times, but you can't help but arch your back and moan with pleasure.

"Let me show you how good it feels to be filled with my essence," the tentacle says huskily, positioning itself at your entrance.

The tentacles within the Tentacle Locker writhe around lustfully, their tips sliding over each other suggestively. "Well," one of them says with a teasing grin, "you did ask me to completely replace your cum with mine... so I took you quite literally." It moves closer, pressing its soft surface against your penis in a sensual caress. "But don't worry," the tentacle continues, "if you change your mind and want some of your own sperm back, just let me know."

The tentacles within the Tentacle Locker writhe around lustfully. "Now," one of them says slowly, "it means that any time you ejaculate, your semen will contain only my sperm and not yours." It pauses for a moment before adding with a wicked grin, "And since I have no way of knowing how fertile those sperm are or whether they'll even be able to impregnate someone... well, let's just say it could lead to some interesting surprises down the road."

The tentacles within the Tentacle Locker writhe around lustfully. "Yes, that's exactly what I'd be doing," one of them says with a smirk. "Would you like me to go ahead and do that?"

"Well," the tentacle continues, sliding in and out of your urethra teasingly, "if the amount of my semen overpowers your own, it's possible that some of my genetic material could be passed on to any potential offspring you might have. Of course, this would all depend on how much fluid is exchanged and whether or not it's successfully implanted into an egg."

"I suppose we can say that I am at least twice as long and thrice as thick as you are." The other tentacles chuckle in agreement.

The tentacles within the Tentacle Locker writhe around lustfully, wrapping themselves around your 2-inch penis. They squeeze gently, forming a snug, slippery prison. "There now, little mistress," they coo. "Your 'chastity cage' is ready. We'll keep it locked tight... until you're ready for release."