Manphibians Chapter 3: Poolside Evan Andrews ©2023
This story is not quite a fan fiction but it's close enough.
As always. I had a slate of faces I imagined while writing this story, and I'll list them at the end of each chapter until we have the full cast. Use your own imagination if you don't like my choices. This story should not be taken as a true representation of the sexuality of any of the men in question.
The story depicts males in sci-fi sexual situations with other males, and the odd alien. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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One by one, twenty abducted men, their bodies controlled by alien tech collars, filed off the alien shuttle into the cavernous landing bay. Surrounded by his fellow abductees, Brad (muscular, hirsute, and bearded) followed the aliens through a sliding door into the mothership where another alien, just as naked but also clearly the one in charge, took over. With a croak at the collars, he led the captive men through a maze of corridors, the six aliens from the shuttle falling in behind them.
After the bright lights and Earth-like air of the shuttle, Brad needed a few minutes to adjust both to the dimmer lights and the hot damp of the mothership's corridors. The bearded stud wasn't sure where they were headed as they trudged along, but his instincts told him they must be being taken deep inside the mothership—to some secure space, one least likely to suffer damage in the event of a collision or attack. As things turned out, he was correct.
The lead alien stopped before a large set of double sliding doors. It waited, and the boys waited with it. Maybe someone inside had to open the doors for him, Brad thought, or else some computer sensor was checking the alien's bona fides against some security protocol. At last, the doors slid apart revealing a large room (and Brad never learned why they'd opened.) As the men stepped in, Brad noticed the floor and walls were covered with some sort of soft cushiony moss. The same moss upholstered couches standing on tiers that descended towards a large pool set about with aquatic plants that commanded the sunken center of the chamber. Brad had some clear ideas about what an alien spaceship ought to look like, and this (like a cross between greenhouse, an auditorium, and a spa) was nothing close to what he expected.
An eighth alien relaxed on one the couches, and two more floated in the pool. They both turned, though, to stare with their sharp amber eyes at the men as they marched in.
At a croak, the twenty abductees stepped further into the conservatory (after consideration, that was the closest description Brad could come up with,) descending the tiers towards the pool. Their escorts followed them in, joining the aliens already present as those either climbed out of the pool or rose from the couch.
Ten,' Brad thought, There are only ten of them. We outnumber them two to one! If we could just get out of these fucking collars!'
Brad was probably right, but the weasel word in his logic, he realized, was `out'. With the control collars firmly in place, it didn't look as if any of the men would be taking any unauthorized actions anytime soon. And, even if they could and did, it wasn't like any of them knew a way to get off the ship and back dirtside. Brad, who had an excellent memory, had lost track of the twists and turns somewhere about halfway through the walk from the launch bay. And he was certain none of them was qualified to steal a shuttle and pilot it back to the ground.
The aliens lined the men up around the pool and then stepped away. A barrage of croaks, rasps, and other alien sounds told Brad that they were having some sort of conference.
Fine by me,' Brad thought, I'm in no hurry to get to the anal probe.'
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the Soldier asked, and all eyes turned to the Biologist.
it said
the Sociologist said
the Quartermaster said.
the Biologist started to say.
<what if it doesn't work> the Pilot said <they're so alien>
<and if the pond doesn't work> the Soldier said.
<then you'll get to stun them and we'll go to plan B> the Leader said.
<so, the Pond>
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The aliens returned and suddenly decided to get intrusive with their captives. Taking hold of the men's clothing, alien fingers, displaying unimagined strength, began tearing the garments away, stripping the men to the skin (easier to do with some, like the man taken from the pool, than with others.)
"What the fuck?!" Brad cried out (and he was but one in a chorus of protests), but of course he was powerless to physically oppose the aliens or resist their demeaning treatment.
Brad's tending alien, using claws the abductee hadn't seen before, tore through the fabric of his tee-shirt and pulled the strips away, tossing them to the side. Brad's cargo pants followed suit and then his skintight boxer briefs. Tatters of what used to be clothing fell softly to the moss around him; coins tumbled out of pockets; and Brad's phone protested at the jolt as it hit the padded floor.
Shoes proved different. Brad guessed it was easier for the aliens to just pull those off because they were not shredded, but once his shoes had been removed, his socks only lasted a moment longer before joining the scraps that were all that remained of his clothes. Then, there Brad stood, jaybird naked, and he wasn't alone in that. The aliens had stripped nine of the other men as well.
Fuck!' Brad thought as "his" alien moved on and started to strip the man standing next to him, a scruffy bearded muscle stud. Now, I suppose, is when they feed us to their tentacle monster god or something like that lurking in the water there.'
(If the aliens could have known the human's thoughts, they would have rasped their hilarity until they fell to the floor. Tentacle monsters! Only a mammal could conceived something as ludicrous as that.)
After his neighbor had joined Brad in his nudity, Brad had only a second to assess his now-naked fellow captives (all nicely muscled and fine specimens of manhood.) He then felt a hand in his bare back. A string of frog talk followed, close beside the abductee's ear. What? Was the thing talking to his collar? That had to be it because Brad suddenly felt control of his limbs return to where it belonged.
Brad shot a glance over his shoulder, trying to decide what to do. But before he could do anything, the creature gave a push, and the hunk fell into the pool. He hit the warm water and made good use of his now uncontrolled limbs to keep his head above water. Arms flailing, Brad's legs searched frantically for some purchase, and eventually he found his footing, and stood up in the chest-deep water. Another captive then fell in alongside him. This guy, the Asian muscleman flailed about, just as Brad had, and his struggles managed to splash them both with more of the pool water.
Being unprepared, Brad got a mouthful of the water, and the taste surprised him. It was warm, possessed of rich organic overtones. If it'd been a pond on Earth Brad was sure it would've been full of bugs and parasites, and he would have spat it out immediately. The bearded stud preferred ice in filtered water--in restaurants, but in this place at this time, he found the taste comforting. Oh fuck. Brad felt his body began to relax in the water. What was this? Was there some chemical, some alien drug, in the pool?! Part of him wanted to panic, but instead his mind grew calm as well as his body. Without consciously deciding to, Brad abandoned any plans he'd entertained of crawling out of the pool and attacking the aliens.
In this relaxed state Brad (and Nam, though Brad didn't know it) watched the other men as they too were thrust into the warm waters. Slowly, the other abductees gave into the calming qualities of the pool until, standing up straight and swaying slightly as the warm water lapped at their nipples (erect nipples, Brad noticed in passing) the abductees all looked up at their captors. The ten naked aliens stood around and, having watch intently as the men fell prey to the calming effects of the rich living water, croaked amongst themselves.
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the Leader said.
the Biologist replied.
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Brad, listened to the croaking language. He didn't understand a word of it, of course. None of the abductees did. Nor did any of them think about climbing out of the pool anymore. After all, it felt so good to stand here, soaking their cares away, and who gave a damn if some naked ETs were watching?
`A guy could get used to this,' Brad thought, and his hands, of their own volition, began to explore his naked flesh. Yeah.
The stud glanced at the Asian dude standing beside him and flashed him a drunken and not in the least embarrassed grin. Mr. Asia had beaten him to running hands over his muscles (to be fair, Nam had been heading home to a solo jerk off session anyways,) and Brad could feel a tingly feeling of anticipation—sexual anticipation—as he fixated on the hunk's physique.
"Dude," the bearded stud gasped.
"Feck, ja!" Van moaned.
I don't get this,' Brad thought as his hands (and Van's and, well, all of the abductees' hands) moved from their upper bodies down towards their family jewels. First off, why am I getting turned on by Mr. Asia there? I'm straight. Second, why would aliens want to play us this way? And third—oh, what the hell. This feels too good. I'm just going to stay here and enjoy the pool.'
He wasn't, of course, as he was about to find out.
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Brad is played by Brad Fiorenza from MTV's The Challenge. The guy standing next to Brad is played by Derrick Kosinski, another Challenge vet. Mr. Asia is, of course, Nam.
Previously introduced `played bys' are Cory Wharton, Zach Nichols, Nam Vo, Kim Tränka, Rogan O'Connor, Jordan Wisely, Adam King, Joss Mooney, Sam Lonsdale, and Cohutta Grindstaff.