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Plan B from Outer Space by Danny Ocean
Night had fallen. The large, poorly designed alien spaceship rested on a hill over-looking the San Fernando valley like some depressing, old piece of 50's sculpture that no one wanted to see anymore.
Plan nine from outer space had been a total disaster. Taking over the planet earth by resurrecting the dead, in retrospect, didn't make a whole lot of sense. Big deal. What were walking corpses suppose to accomplish?
However before plan ten was instated, Eros decided it was time for a little rest and relaxation. Posing this idea to The Leader could have dire consequences depending on his mood. Eros's assistant Tanna hung back. This was no concern for women.
Shushing through the shower-curtain portal, Eros saw The Leader primping himself in front of a large mirror. A shiny, purple dressing gown adorned his pudgy body. When he caught sight of Eros in the mirror he wheeled around, walked to his desk, and sat.
"Ah, Eros. What do you have to report? Has plan ten been put into affect yet?"
"No, Excellency."
"And why not?"
"With your Excellency's permission, I'd like to propose a sort of vacation for us while our ships are recuperating from the debacle that was plan nine."
The leader's nostrils flared. "What do you mean debacle? I orchestrated that plan myself. And you have the gall--"
"Please, you Excellency, I was only thinking of your own personal edification along the lines of those wonderful specimens known as......earthling male models." The last three words he whispered.
The leader raised an eyebrow. "Hmmmmm. Do you mean there are other delicious specimens out there besides the one in the poster you gave me for my birthday? What was his name?"
"He was known as Fabio, your Excellency," said Eros with a sign of relief.
"Yes, I must commend you again, Eros, on your present that had given me so much pleasure in the squishy-squishy department."
Eros boldly pushed forward. "But your Excellency, I have an even better idea. When you hear what I have to propose next, you won't be able to keep your hands off your fleshy stick."
"My fleshy stick is rising as we speak. Continue."
"Your Excellency, what would you say if I told you that there were even better, lovelier specimens out there on earth that are smaller versions of male models known as.......boys."
The leader raised both eyebrows. His mouth became a wry grin. "Boys you say? I like the sound of that. Where could be get some of these...........boys?"
"I've done some research, your Excellency, and have discovered groups of boys that play a game known as baseball. With the use of my electrode gun, I could stun them into submission and bring them all back here."
"But Eros, don't these....boys....have adult guardians to protect them?"
"Yes, but I could zap them, too, and leave them in a zombified state. It's fool proof, Excellency."
The leader waved his limp wrist in the air and said, "Very well, Eros. You have my permission to abduct these boys. And while you're gone, I'll have plenty of time to make myself beautiful." He opened his make-up kit and got to work as Eros exited.
A few hours later, twelve young boys in baseball uniforms walked slowly through the shower curtain portal followed by Eros. They surveyed the spaceships interior gadgets with wonder. When one of them spied the Leader standing in front of his mirror he exclaimed, "Hey! Who's the old lady?"
The leader spun around at this insult and looked at the youngsters with suspicion. "Eros, do you still think this is a good idea."
"You'll change your mind, Excellency, when they are disrobed," Eros said putting away his electrode gun. "Attention, boys. Please remove your clothes."
Even in their stupefied state, a few boys complained with groans. When they were complete nude, the Leader began vibrating with excitement. He came away from his mirror, grabbed his office chair and rolled it in front of his desk. He sat down and opened his purple robe to reveal his naked body to the boys. He fleshy stick was standing at attention. He was so focused on the naked lads that he didn't even notice Eros stripping completely and laying down in a bean bag chair with his legs spread.
With a little maneuvering, the two men were able to divide the boys into two groups. Six stayed with the Leader and the other six attended Eros.
"Approach me," ordered the Leader to the boys. "And caress my body." Like little robots, the boys slowly walked over to him and touched and prodded him with their soft little hands. "You there, wrap your hand around my fleshy stick and move it up and down."
The Leader was in pleasure heaven, exchanging caresses with his boys. "Oh, Eros, this is wonderful. Eros?"
He looked over at Eros and was surprised to see him getting an expert blow job from a very cute boy, while the boy was getting fucked in the ass by another boy. Eros was moaning very loudly. "Oh, the squishy squishy spasms! Oh, suck harder! Pleasure me! PLEASURE ME!!!"
The Leader suddenly wanted a blow job too, so he positioned one at his fleshy stick and the other on his balls. Utterly exquisite.
The boys themselves were adding to the noise. Their moans were getting louder by the minute. Those that weren't pleasuring the Leader and Eros were pleasuring other boys and themselves.
Eros and the Leader were getting close to their orgasms.
"Eros, my jimmies are about to erupt. It's wonderful. Oh!!! I'm erupting. Swallow my jimmies!!!!
"Oh, Excellency, I'm erupting into the mouth of this beautiful boy. I am surely in heaven!!!"
The leader was so exhausted from his climax that he fell off his chair onto the floor. Eros simply slumped into the bean bag chair trying to catch his breath.
Since both men were useless at this time, the boys, still in a heightened state of sexual arousal resorted to their only alternative: they attacked each other in a complete frenzy. Some boys got other boys in a lip lock while holding each other very tightly. Some older boys grabbed some of the younger ones and started humping, eventually guiding penises into rectums. Some got into the 69 position, sucking furiously. The noise was almost deafening: screams, squeals, cries, groans, gasps, and heavy breathing.
Eros and the Leader finally got to their feet and began to put their clothes back on amidst the piles of writhing boy flesh. Pulling out his electrode gun Eros was astonished to discover that its power was depleted.
"Excellency! It's amazing. My electrode gun is useless. Do you know what that means?"
"What, Eros?"
"It means that the boys are no longer in a state of submission. What they're doing now is from their own free will!"
With that realization, both men began to laugh hysterically.
Free frame. Roll credits. The End.