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Gay / sf-fantasy: anal, oral, M/A+
Rutt Bags Another Human - Part 2
My body slowly returned to normal as I drained my ball-sac and rubbed my cock raw. I was young and fit, so my body was able to handle the physical abuse of both my right hand and the alien's awesome cock. I knew the Koar's pre-cum had been the cause of my pliable, 'rubberize' state. There was something in the stuff that clearly turned a human being into a sex toy for the Koar species.
My head felt solid again, and my arsehole and mouth were back to their original sizes. The physical trauma was easing, but the mental trauma was still in play - the distress of being abducted was still there, and the need to bend over for more Koar cock wasn't going away.
Suddenly, the phrase 'you are what you eat' came to mind. The alien's silver seed was still inside my body.
"Were those little buggers keeping me hot and horny?" I asked myself. "Or were they eating me from the inside out?"
I truly hoped the former question was applicable in my case. The thought of being eaten alive was horrific, yes, but the thought of no more Koar cock was worse, far worse.
I sat down on the table as the air vents closed, halting the cleansing cycle.
"Arse-303," said a disembodied voice. "The following briefing will prepare you for your new role as a fuck-toy for Rutt 'the raider' Pell. It will help climatise you to the environment on Sphere-PaK16, which is the craft you are now on. The current journey to Beale-Alpha will take almost eight months of your time to complete, so you will be used on a daily basis until the craft reaches its destination."
The voice was coming from above me, in the ceiling somewhere. It didn't sound like an artificial voice, but it had to be. I remained silent as the male voice told me that I had been impregnated, orally and anally, with Koar seed. This would stay active in my body and ensure that I was always sexually aroused, and very pliable. The room I was in was a cell, and was one of three on the space craft. So there was probably two more fuck-toys on their way to Beale-Alpha.
"You will be returned to Earth in two years time," said the voice. "And once on terra firma, you will tell everyone about your abduction and the daily arse-probing sessions. However, no one will believe you, so you will be obliged to write a book or become a recluse."
Apparently, the creator of the Doctor Manhattan character knew an abductee, so that's how Rutt became the inspiration for the blue, comic book character.
"Your time on Beale-Alpha will be spent in the fuck-pool, servicing Koar males," continued the voice.
The viewing screen lit up and a dozen or so naked men appeared in and around a large pool. They were all in their twenties, and their cocks were rock-hard. I looked at the screen intently and saw that there was three Koar males in the pool. They were all fucking the men in rotation. The men in the pool were eagerly awaiting their turn; the men beside the pool were in a 'rubberize' state and recovering. Their faces were all saggy, and their arse-cheeks were all wrinkled and drooping.
How the men sucked cock underwater, for so long, was a complete mystery. And how they were fucked underwater, for so long, only added to the mystery.
"Maybe the water isn't water," I thought. "It might be Koar pre-cum. The men might be swimming around in pre-cum, like the silver seed."
The voice continued to brief me on my position in Koar society. I was a captive sex slave, a fuck-toy. I would be fed on silver seed and kept clean by chemicals in the air supply. The aphrodisiac in my system would ensure that I seek out sex at all times. No cock would go unsucked, no anal insertion would be denied. I was Rutt's creature, so I would be worshipping at his phallic altar throughout the entire journey.
Four sessions later, Arse-301 and Arse-302 were led into my cell by Rutt. I stood and looked at their hard-standing cocks and sighed. Rutt clearly liked tall, thin blonds - the dozen or so men in and around the fuck-pool, on the view screen, were all tall, thin blonds.
"Assume the position," said Rutt. "I want to see three arseholes in a neat row."
The three of us climbed onto the table and lined ourselves up on all-fours. We bumped our hips together, until our arses were "in a neat row". Rutt ran his hands over our smooth backs and taut arse-cheeks. We all shuddered in unison and pressed our arses together, determined to show our abductor a united front.
Rutt copied himself six times, and then stepped back to watch the fun. The three copies standing in front of us were actually standing within the table top itself - they had changed their molecular structure to get closer to our mouths. The three copies behind us simply lanced our arses in the usual way. The double-poling lasted a long time. And then the original Rutt decided to step in and fuck my saggy arse again.
The original Rutt fucked me like crazy; and as he did so, I watched two of his copies drag, and I do mean drag, Arse-301 and Arse-302 off the table and out of the cell. The two twentysomethings flopped to the floor like sacks of potatoes. They were then hauled across the floor, feet first, and unceremoniously dragged off to their cells. Arse-302's head bounced on the floor, like a rubber ball, as he left the cell; and Arse-301's face rippled from side to side as he was dragged through the open doorway.
The two men looked like weak and willing rag dolls; as did I. The silver seed in our bodies kept us totally compliant, and constantly horny. And truth be told, we really liked it that way.
I don't know how it happened, but one minute I was being humped on the table in the usual way, on all-fours, then the next minute I was being fucked in mid-air. I was still impaled on Rutt's cock, but now he was walking around the room, gripping my hips. I was stuck out in front of him, like a figurehead on an old-fashioned sailing ship. It felt really weird.
I slid back and forth on his rigid stem, whilst he took me around the table five or six times. He then filled my hole with lashings of silver seed. I began to moan with pleasure as he withdrew his cock and handed me over to his copies. The second arse-load of seed drove me wild. It took all four copies to hold me down on the table as the sex frenzy overwhelmed me.
The pain that followed was excruciating. It felt like dozens of needles had been stuck into my battered arsehole, releasing red hot lava into my inner sanctum. My whole body spasmed with pain. Then suddenly, the pain was gone. My body became very warm and tingly. I felt a lot better, so I looked over my shoulder to see what was going on. The snake was being held in place by two of the copies. They were holding it upright, so that it could slip in with ease.
"What the fuck!" I screamed. "Get that fucker out of my arsehole. It's a fuckin' snake!"
"It's eating the seed," said copy one, "the seed from the second load. You won't last long if it isn't removed. The snake will consume everything, so once it's out, you can be fucked again by one of us."
"Getting the snake in and out is problematic," said copy two. "It has a large head, so the process is extremely painful. But of course, you know that now."
"Unfortunately," said copy one, "the snake wants to go in, that's why we are holding it back at the moment. Getting it out is the real problem. Your arsehole will flex to accommodate a Koar cock, but not a seed eating snake."
"If we can't get it out," said copy three. "You will have to walk around with the snake in situ, like a huge tail. Of course, it will slither out eventually, but that could take ages."
The snake was making me feel real good. Its head was in deep and pressing all the right buttons, so I was loathed to have it removed just yet.
"How long does it take?" I asked.
"The thrust is usually the tell," said copy one. "When it fights us to go in deeper, that's when we pull it out."
"Make the most of the pleasure now, human," said copy four. "The pain will be unbearable when the seed eater is purged."
The original Rutt stood and watched. The seed eater was old, and needed replacing. Its cock-sucking days were now over, so he would order a new one on his return to Beale-Alpha. The blue and white snake had served him well. Its insatiable appetite for Koar seed had drained his ball-sac dry on many an occasion. In fact, when the cells were full of black runners, the snake was his only relief - Rutt liked skinny, blond humans, so the coal-black runners didn't turn him on.
Rutt cursed his luck. He always got carried away when he had two or three human arses lined up on a table. He just couldn't contain himself, and knew he should always go in first - his copies would never release a second load into a human arsehole.
"The human on the table would be screaming his head off soon," he thought. "The snake would fight every inch of the way to stay in situ."
He decided not to stay and watch the show. The recording would go down well at the club, and could bring in some future business. There was always a few kinky Koars hanging around the fuck-pool. They tended to be hunters in the main.
Rutt left the cell and headed to the control room. The craft was designed to run unaided in space, so he only went there to sit in the comfortable chair. The view screen, and the drink dispenser, were far better than the ones in his quarters, so he could watch the hunt re-runs in comfort.
The runners were brought back from Earth on a regular basis. Very few survived a hunt - they were generally run down and fucked within the first quarter. The really fit ones would run the gauntlet in the nude and show off their firm arses to the baying crowd. If the crowd liked the runner's look, and he did manage to outrun the hunters, then he would be fucked by a member of the crowd afterwards. The unlucky runners were always fucked to death by the hunters - two loads in the arsehole usually did it.
Rutt had only returned one runner to Earth. The lucky Congolese had successfully run the gauntlet and been fucked by a prize winner in the crowd. He then hung around as a sex-pet, until his owner decided to return him to the wild. The local zoo was doing a 'return to nature' event. Rutt picked the runner up at the zoo, alongside two other returnees, and took them back to Earth.
The Congolese became a recluse, almost immediately, and the two other returnees got together and collaborated on several alien abduction books.
A flashing light beneath the view screen told Rutt that Cell-3 needed looking at.
"Pause show," he said to the main control console. "View Cell-3."
"The snake's out," said copy one to Rutt, "and so is the human. He screamed like a siren before blacking out, so we're leaving him to rest for a while. Our reintegration is in ten, so this communique will be our last."
"Fine," said Rutt, as he leaned back in his chair. "I might fuck him later, so run the cleansing cycle before you leave."