Manphibians Chapter 6: Good Mammals 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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The desperately and painfully erect mammals stood (well, some just stood, but several kissed and rubbed their hard cocks together) by the pool and watched as the Phibs had a conference.
the Sociologist croaked.
the Leader said <not even in a true mating / what does it mean>
<how's that> the Pilot said.
<the mammals can satisfy the crew / satisfy without danger of spawning / they did satisfy you didn't they>
<yes / this one never released spermatozoa so violently before / will it be the same with releasing eggs> the Leader said
<the crew won't know until it's tried> the Biologist said.
<but since this one is already researching the mammals' social habits it won't take any time the crew might be called on to explain> the Sociologist continued.
<yes, leader>
<so / what now>
the Medical Officer said
The Medical Officer was always a softy.
<yes, and commit reciprocity / this one saw records of the process / watch what to do> the Sociologist said.
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Dustin and Zach watched the Phibs intently.
"What're they talking about?" Dustin whispered.
"Beats me," Zach said. "I don't speak Croak."
"Hah, beats. Good one," Dustin said. "If they'd only let us beat it."
These boys' master (the Sociologist) had stopped them from jerking off, and their erections clamored for attention.
As they spoke, though, the alien conference broke up, and the boys' master, followed by the other Phibs, emerged from the Pool. The Sociologist stood for a moment, glowing in the dim light as water dripped from its skin, staring at its patiently waiting pets before returning to them.
Placing a hand on the young men's chests, it pushed them back towards the nearest couch.
When the back of his legs hit the edge of the couch, Dustin sat down and looked up in expectation as the rest of the crew formed an audience around him, Zach, and their master.
`What are we supposed to do now?' he wondered.
Dustin's untouched cock was still slick from leaking precum, but Zach, at least half a head taller and with more impressive muscles than his partner, felt bold enough to risk their master's wrath. Wrapping a hand around his piece, the muscle hunk stroked his meat, working his precum juices into the sensitive skin. With a hiss and a further push, the Phib pushed both men onto their backs on the couch. It also knocked Zach's hand away with a warning stare.
Both the boys got the message--no jerking off without permission, ever.
Their master now hiss/clicked again and spread its hands wide, with just a hint of back towards the mammals' chests.
"I think..." Dustin said, and he pulled his legs up over his chest, spreading them—if not wide then at least wide enough. Since this stud had had some dealings in the mansex-for-pay trade back in the day, he thought he was reading the master correctly.
"Dude," Zach said, staring, "Are you sure? I mean that looks like..."
But at that moment, the Phib, that had been looking approvingly at Dustin, turned its eyes to the muscle stud and hissed.
"Okay! Okay!" Zach hurriedly said, "I get it," and he followed Dustin's example—with maybe a shade less flexibility.
In this position, the mammals' excretory apparatuses were easily available for exploitation, and the Sociologist knelt down to examine the tight puckers. Evolution, or else the Great Mother, had arranged that penetrating this species' males' anus could add exponentially to their sexual arousal. It had no idea why this would be, but it was willing to take full advantage of it in the name of science.
"Uh!" Zach groaned as his master's middle finger teased his anus' guardian muscle. "Dustin!"
Clearly the master was preparing them for some sort of ass-play, and Zach wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"Relax, dude," Dustin said. "It'll hurt less."
"Hurt? Less?"
"Dude, trust me. Just relax, okay?"
"I'll try."
"Whatever...Ah!"
The Sociologist `s other middle finger had pushed its way into Dustin's butt and was now working at the smaller mammal's hole, massaging it into deeper relaxation. Dustin closed his eyes and willed his sphincter into a state where it would admit entry to anything the alien decided to push inside him. (He hadn't seen a cock on the alien, but nothing would surprise him anymore.) The pet with the dancer's body didn't have to wait long.
As if it recognized the signs, the Sociologist pushed a teasing finger past the smaller mammal's sphincter and began to explore its pet's interior plumbing.
"Fuck!" Dustin moaned. It'd been years since he'd been a star at that porno website, but the feeling of being filled and fingerfucked reminded Dustin of the bonus that went along with getting fucked.
"Yeah, right there, master," he groaned. "Right... Ah!"
Zach watch, astounded, as his partner submitted to the penetration and even writhed appreciatively on the alien finger.
"What happened?" the muscle stud demanded.
"Master found my prostate," Dustin groaned, and a slow steady stream of drool leaked from his cum-slit. "Oh fuck, Zach, it feels so good!"
The Sociologist turned its attention to Zach and made a trial stab at his anus.
"Ah!" Zach cried out, and his sphincter squeezed tight. "I can't, dude! Master! I just can't. I'm straight."
"Hey, if this straight boy can do it, you can too," Dustin panted. "Don't be a pussy."
Tears glistened in Zach's eyes. He'd never taken anything at all up the ass. Ever. Certainly not a cock, but also not a dildo, not a massager, and not even a little finger. And his girls all seemed to have realized he didn't get off on that. But now... Oh fuck, he was going to have to give up his ass to some fucking alien?
"Just concentrate on relaxing your asshole," Dustin groaned at his partner. "You can't imagine how good it'll feel."
"I can't! Don't you hear me? I can't get fucked up the ass!"
The Sociologist looked at its big pet with concern, but instead of forcing the issue (which it certainly could have) it decided to take the subtle approach. It rubbed its fingers over its once-again glistening chest, scooping up an additional dose of its aphrodisiac precum before returning to Zach's butt.
"Dude! Master! Please!" Zach pleaded, but as it spread the goo over his pucker, he felt a warmth, a glow, that quickly relaxed his gateway--just enough.
"Fuck! Dustin! He's going to... Ayieee!"
The alien finger slid in into Zach's hole, and, using the lessons learned from exploring Dustin's insides, the Sociologist zeroed right in on the muscle-bound mammal's love nut.
"Yes! Oh fuck, yes!" Zach screamed, and he threw his head back, riding the incredible sensations as they radiated from his nut up his urethra and around his cockhead, before leaping straight up his spine and into his brain. "Fuck me, Master! Oh, yeah, fuck me with your finger!"
Dustin grinned as his straight-arrow partner joined the fingerfuck club, and then gave himself fully over to his master's ministrations.
Where the Sociologist came by its knowledge, neither abductee ever learned (nor did any of the others) but it had the technique of fingerfucking down pat! (It was called Fuck Hub, and Dustin might have been embarrassed to realize that his scenes had been some of those his master had studied.) The rest of the crew, that had been watching the Sociologist work, now returned to their own pets to reward them all with sexual release.
"Uh! Yes!" Dustin groaned, and "Work that nut!" Zach gasped.
The naked male mammals writhed, enjoying a level of pleasure neither had ever known before. As the Sociologist worked its pets over, human hands tentative approached erect cocks again. When Dustin realized he was about to grab his piece, his eyes shot open, and he stared at his master.
The Sociologist stared down at its pets and rasped accord, nodding its head in the human gesture as it did so. Assured, the boys grabbed rigid fuck-meat and urged their weeping shafts towards orgasm.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" The sensation was unreal.
Zach had been afraid from the start that the aliens would rape the abductees, and he had been relieved, but only barely, when he found out the creatures didn't have cocks. Still, his fears had remained since there were so many more lurid rumors about alien abduction. Medical experimentation, forced breeding, and of course anal probes. Even though his control collar had been deactivated and removed and choice was technically his again, Zach still found himself lying on his back, helplessly allowing his hole to be fucked (fingers counted in Zach's book) for the first time ever. And loving it. He still wasn't certain the Phibs didn't have a bank of evil machines ready to take over on his ass, but frankly at the moment he didn't care. He submitted his body to his master's fingers, and he was well rewarded for his submission. The Sociologist's thick finger was step by step working its muscular pet towards a shattering climax.
"Fuck!" Zach bleated as he felt things building to the point of no return. "I fucking love this, Dustin! Who'd have thought an anal probe could be like this?!"
The Sociologist watched its pets thrash in an increasing ecstasy and rasped its amusement. These specimens might be more useful to its research than it had ever hoped.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Dustin gasped. "Soooooo close!"
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Zach grunted. The muscle pet had embraced his animal instincts--loudly. As ecstasy approached, a note of keening augmented his cries
"I'm cumming!" Dustin suddenly screamed, bucking as his generous cock blew wad after wad of cream up onto his belly. The Sociologist smiled as its smaller pet's sphincter clutched at its finger--clutched and released and then clutched again in time with the contractions of his shaft and the expulsion of sperm.
"Argh!" Zach's howl followed Dustin's scream mere seconds later. The muscle stud shot a marginally smaller load, but his release was just as dramatic.
The throes of orgasm wracked both young men's bodies for several minutes, yet even as the high passed and they slid towards afterglow the Sociologist kept fingerfucking their holes.
"Oh fuck, Master," Dustin sobbed. "You're not going to make us cum again, are you?!'
But it was.
And it did.
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Dustin is played by Dustin Zito from The Challenge. Zach Nichols is also from The Challenge.
Previously introduced `played bys' are Horatcio Gutiérrez, Gus Smyrnios, Noor Jehangir, Brad Fiorenza, Cory Wharton, Zach Nichols, Nam Vo, Kim Tränka, Rogan O'Connor, Jordan Wisely, Adam King, Joss Mooney, Sam Lonsdale, and Cohutta Grindstaff.