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Gay / sf-fantasy: anal, oral, M+/a+
Milk The Melk - Part 1
The young melk was huffing and puffing in the ship's holding cell. I had tied his wrists with a length of nylon rope and hung him from a metal hook in the ceiling. Naked and suspended, like a side of beef, the boy-like alien was squirming in his bonds. He couldn't really wriggle around too much: I had tied his ankles together as well. A narrow blindfold covered his eyes and kept him from seeing his human captor.
Pleased with my handiwork, I admired the pale blue body of the little alien for a moment, excited by his helplessness. His feet were just touching the metal floor. A bright bar-beam cast a harsh light on his dark blue hair and pretty boy features. Apart from the blue hue of his hair and skin, the melk looked like a pre-teen human boy, right down to his hairless cock and ball-sac.
I approached the alien and slid a hand over his upper body, feeling his tiny nipples and flat stomach in one smooth motion. With my other hand, I stroked his back and squeezed his firm arse-cheeks. The young melk sighed, welcoming my warm hands on his bare skin. Clearly he liked being caressed, judging by his stiff little cock.
"You like being naked and touched like this, blue-boy?" I asked, as I slapped his arse.
"Ouch!" exclaimed the melk, as he wiggled around on the end of the rope. "Do not hurt! Do not hurt!"
"Are you going to obey me, blue-boy?" I asked. "Are you going to let me milk your cock and collect your valuable seed?"
"Yes, niam. Take all you need."
I slapped his arse a second time, and made him yelp. I knew "niam" meant something derogatory in his native tongue, but I didn't care what he thought of me; after all, he was the one hanging from the ceiling.
Melk seed had extraordinary properties, and was worth a great deal of money. It extended human life; it had Viagra-like qualities; it made a human being fitter and stronger, and in some cases, smarter. All in all, if you were lucky enough to catch a male melk, and milk him, you would be set up for life. Unfortunately, catching a male melk wasn't easy; therefore, a good human hunter would seek out a kinky melk - a melk that liked being milked and fucked by human beings.
Without warning, I shoved my index finger and middle finger into the melk's mouth.
"Suck!" I snapped. "Show me how good you are at obeying my orders. And remember, the stun gun is near at hand."
Toka, the melk, grunted and began to move his head. His lips tightened around my fingers. Since he was blindfolded, I could only see his lower face, which was dusted with dark blue freckles. I pushed my fingers down his throat and watched him choke. He fought against his bonds, jerking his head back. I quickly reasserted control and slipped my fingers inside his mouth again, pressing down on his tongue.
"Come on, blue-boy," I said. "Suck 'em like you would a cock. Everybody knows a kinky melk loves to suck human cock. So get them real wet, kinky!"
The little alien grunted again and resigned himself to slobbering my fingers. I removed my fingers only when they were nice and wet. Toka tipped his head back slightly: he was clearly trying to peek out of his blindfold, hoping to see what my next move would be. With no time to lose, I found his anus and jammed my two fingers into his tight arsehole.
"Ahhhhh!" he cried out, as his knees bent and his feet left the metal floor behind.
To ease his anguish, I began to pull on his fully erect cock with my free hand. My efforts soon relaxed him. I felt his anus loosen a bit around my fingers - he had done a good job of lubricating my probing digits. I could twist them in his alien hole, making him curse and squeal.
I masturbated my young captive for a good few minutes, making his pleasure grow. He had a pretty three-inch erection, which was rock-hard and curved slightly upwards. As for his hairless ball-sac, it complemented his cock perfectly.
Gradually, I eased my fingers further into his hole, while masturbating him faster. With perfect synchronization, I managed to stimulate him in front and behind. The melk moaned louder. I could see that he was lost between the two pleasures.
"Do you like me doing this, blue-boy?" I asked, not expecting an answer.
I pushed my two fingers completely into his hole, causing him to wince. I continued to masturbate him, with finger and thumb just behind the blue cock-head. My rough handling of his cock and arsehole blew him away completely. His toes curled up and his head tilted back.
"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh!" he exclaimed.
His naked body trembled at the end of the nylon rope. He let out a series of profanities in his alien tongue. I looked at his contorted face and smiled. A melk having an orgasm is truly an awesome sight to see. As he shuddered, a jet of milky white seed shot through the air. I dropped to my knees, opened my mouth and consumed the remainder of his powerful discharge. His anus clenched my fingers with each and every pulse of pleasure.
"Did you enjoy that, blue-boy?" I asked.
"Yes, it was awesome!" he replied. "Can you do it again, niam?"
"Yes, of course," I replied. "But the next load will have to go into cold storage. I need to put down a deposit on my new ship. A new Hunter-Gatherer isn't cheap, especially one with five restraint pods installed."
This melk would happily rip my head off, given the chance. So I checked the rope holding him secure. I also checked the blindfold - melks' eyes are dangerously alluring: they're able to hypnotize a human being in seconds. I always wear prescribed contact lens, but I still use a blindfold when milking a melk for the first time.
Some hunters have tamed young melks and made them behave like human sex pets. Zeb Gunn had three on the go at once, and even had them playing with each other for his amusement. He wanted his tame melks to hunt down their wild counterparts, fuck them like crazy, then bring them back to his ship for milking. Watching a melk being milked in a restraint pod, with a clear extractor fitted to his cock, is a sight to behold. Watching him buck and squirm, and then that delightful look on his face when the machine triggers a climax.
Zeb even had plans to take paying guests on safari. They would witness the hunt up close; watch a wild melk being captured, stripped and fucked by a trio of tame melks; watch the melk being restrained in a pod and milked; then released and fucked by a trio of paying guests. Alas, the project came to a sudden halt after two or three outings. Zeb was never found, but three pods with human beings stuffed inside were.
Zeb's ship was found by Caleb, another experienced hunter. Apparently, the trio of melks had reverted and turned on their captor during a safari. They had fucked and milked the human beings over a three or four day period - the three survivors weren't exactly sure how long they had been held captive. Teel, the melk leader, had tortured Zeb and dragged him off somewhere. The other two melks had told the naked survivors that Teel was planning to cut out the human middleman, although they had actually said, "cut up the human middleman". Teel's plan was to hunt down wild melks, fuck them like crazy, then sell them to human traffickers. The traffickers would then milk the aliens for their valuable seed.
Caleb was an old-school protectionist, so Teel's troupe was unlicensed competition in his book. He knew they were still in the area, because Zeb's guests were still alive and on tap for more sex. Plus, Teel needed Zeb's ship to move the captured melks off-planet.
The old hunter staked out the ship and waited for Teel's troupe to return. He knew they were worth a great deal of money, but they had gone rogue and needed killing. He wanted to kill Zeb's three guests, because they were ultra annoying and demanding an off-planet extraction; however, he knew that they would bring a good price on another planet - a planet where human arse was worth a pretty penny.