An Irish lad in a New World

By Deinour

Published on Jun 26, 2024

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I've been binge reading nifty lately. One story in the sci fi section gave me great pleasure and inspiration. Here is the beginning of my own take on a popular theme!

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Ronan was in the middle of an extremely satisfying fuck with the hot mexican chick when the attack came. A frenzied bulletin came through over the car radio just as he himself was about to come. "Alien invasion...all defence destroyed... they are advancing... advise..."

"Fook!" roared the hot-blooded Irish 23year old stud "fookin alien invasion!... fucked up my ride!" ...

He had indeed misfired and lost his hard-on. The girl shrieked, hastily dressed and ran from the car into the night.

Ronan pulled his jocks up tucking in his hefty schlong before turning his attention back to the radio. White noise. Nothing else.

Up until this moment it had been a great holiday for the young Irish lad in Boston.

Now...who knew what lay ahead?

As it turned out, it was going to be equally horrifying and confusing.

The alien invaders wasted little time in completing their mission. Having easily overcome the technologically inferior human forces they began to exterminate all over the age of 35 and round up the others to bring back to their home planet as slaves. Throughout the world, long lines of young men and women were driven naked in coffle lines to processing centres established in the big cities. Thus Ronan found himself naked, collared and chained trudging along with hundreds of other males, despairing and deeply embarrassed as their new masters goaded them on with what cou

Best be described as cattle prods. The aliens were merciless. No allowance was made for the humans need to relieve themselves. The guys around Ronan had to furtively take a leak or a dump whenever they could hold on no more. They often found themselves dragged up mid bowel evacuation and subject to multiple electric shocks to their bare arses. The aliens themselves were hidden beneath their high tech body armour, but judging by the movements of their helmet visors they seemed to pay worrying inordinate attention to the lads manhoods, swinging away at front. Ronan had always been proud of his chunky Irish tool. But this situation gave him more than pause to regret it's hunky and long gaelic magnificence, hanging there amid the modest bush of blonde hair. Perhaps these aliens kept their own equipment in a different manner?

The journey to the processing centre was tough. Bare naked, forced to march through undergrowth as well as over urban pavements and roads, the boys were subject to a million little cuts and injuries. When they had arrived they were driven into massive shower areas and hosed down. Almost to their collective joy, they were then passed through a strange tunnel like device that miraculously healed all their wounds and made them feel as good as most of them hadn't in a long time. But then, it was time for processing.

Ronan had noticed that this centre seemed to be dealing exclusively with males. From mid thirties down to late teens, men and lads of all colours were being subject to invasive inspections by strangely garbed alien operatives. Their testicles especially were being scrutinized. Some sort of metal band was fixed around their meat and veg and only then were the captives taken aboard the waiting holding decks of the vast alien spaceship which had descended. Ronan, having thus been thoroughly poked about with by the aliens and had his tackle collared like some dumb livestock was pressed aboard the ship, the conditions were cramped. He was squeezed in, knob to arse cheek, between naked lads and dudes, all sweating and farting and moaning as they were taken from earth to...who knew...?

Ronan pressed up against the cute pale arse a pretty black haired youth a couple of years younger than he. He had never previously had any remote attraction to guys. But the situation was having a weird effect on all it seemed. His tool was uncontrollably rising at the proximity to such a pretty male orifice and with the general heady whiff of musky man scent filling the air...

This was disconcerting...

Ronan, against his will it seemed, began to rhythmically thrust his dong between the pretty lads butt-cheeks.....

To be continued

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