The Blob Chapter 2: Imaging Evan Andrews 2021
This set of stories is a change from what I've written before in that it is not a fan fiction. To be honest, it's based off a fantasy I concocted back in high school, updated as the passage of time required.
The story depicts males in sci-fi sexual situations with other males, oh, and an alien. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you. If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
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The corridor ceiling was a blur, but Gary didn't care. Couldn't care. He was still caught up in the afterglow of his unreal orgasm, courtesy of whatever the glowing green wall with tentacles was. Fuck, he'd never cum like that in his life, and he had no idea how the thing, the blob, how the blob had managed it since the whole thing occurred without any real fucking. It had been amazing.
<He's losing focus. Bring him back.>
The slap on his face barely registered, but Gary turned to the orderly and smiled a demented smile. The guy was cute, and Gary wondered how he'd look in the thrall of the blob.
Corridor turned into a medical theater, brightly, too brightly, lit. People in hazmat suits rushed around doing clearly important things, important to them that was. To Gary nothing was more important than the lingering tingling in his balls and the memory of the exquisite torture of his sperm jetting out into the blob's waiting flesh. Oh yeah, and that slime the blob had fed him while it worked over his meat. That had been good too. Gary shut his eyes, relaxed, and moaned as his session with the blob played through his mind again
"Mmm," the college boy moaned, and he squirmed.
<Look, he's doing it too. Just like the others. Get the camera on this, and hook him up to the EKG and EEG. Now!>
The application of contact goo and electrodes to Gary's body made him shudder. The feeling was like the blob's tentacles learning his body and what turned him on. A hand on his cock caused him to thrust his pelvis forward. Unlike the blob, the hand possessed a fuckable friction.
"Ahhh!" Gary moaned again.
<Damn it, Jim, just measure him and get it done with. And leave your "don't ask don't tell" in the locker next time you clock in. Got it? Aye, sir. Got it. Eight inches, sir.>
"Mmmm," Gary mused, "Eight happy inches. I wonder what the runner..."
Now that he thought about it, Gary had seen the runner before. Greg, that was his name, was on ESU's basketball team. He'd come in from high school with promise, but had fallen short on the college stage. Red-shirted, Greg had stayed on the team. (His scholarship depended on that.) Obviously, the stud had decided to stay on campus over the summer, training in the hope of getting back on the first squad again come August. Gary had never noticed before, but damn Greg was one good-looking guy, and his shorts had bulged in an interesting way, hinting that quite a bit was being held just out of sight. And that basketballer's lanky physique...
<What is that? Precum? What the hell!>
But Gary wasn't in the theater anymore. He was somewhere else, somewhere dark, watching Greg struggle against the four tentacles holding him spread in a barren chamber. Or not watching. There was no sight really. Gary simply knew where Greg's body was, what it was doing, and what was being done to it. Like now...
Exploratory tentacles reached toward the vainly struggling young man, they ran over his minimal clothing, so unlike what the others had worn. Strange, but delightful. And the clothes were so much easier to get inside of. This one's nipples were just as sensitive, it turned out, and the tentacles sucked his flesh appreciatively. His basket was just as much a wonder. The boy wore nothing under his shorts, relying on the built-in pouch to keep his junk in place while he ran. The pouch gave way to the slime, and a tentacle snuffled it's way up his hardening shaft towards the weeping head.
<God damn it, doc, what's making his cock drool like that? Yeah, if you have to, take him and scan him.>
Greg's running shorts fell away next, and the tentacle engulfed his penis and testicles whole, locking them in an embrace. This virile young human would enjoy the process just as every other human had.
As the four main tentacles pulled Greg towards the wall, others were still busy, sucking his nipples and exploring his bare chest. Greg's mouth was open, but sound played no part of this—vision, or was it a fantasy, Gary wondered, and how in hell if it were real could Gary be experiencing it?
Greg's struggles triggered something primal. Prey should struggle after all. Greg was at last pulled up against the wall, and his 9 inches began to be assaulted by the first level of feeding chemicals. As his dick got harder, Greg fought against the tentacles holding him tight against the gelatinous wall, and of course he was no more successful than Gary, or any of the others, had been. (Others?) Ah, but just look at his body writhing there, the exquisite play of the muscles. Humans were so much fun. And so satisfying. It was a good thing that this young man would soon be gifted with so much pleasure. The chemicals intensified their assault, and tentacles pulled Greg's head up against the wall to receive a gelatinous kiss. Greg fought still, but the pud intruded itself into his oral cavity and administered the third wave of drugs. Greg bit by bit succumbed to the increasing passion, groaning in mortified excitement, and the sound invaded his urethra, sliding inevitably down until it could deposit its seed.
Greg bucked as the inside of his shaft was violated, which made leaving the seed even more pleasurable. It was all the more satisfying when the humans squirm. It let you know that you were doing things right. Once the seed was planted, the sound's job was done, and the intrusion withdrew, leaving the seed to hide itself, establish itself, and reach towards the brain.
Gary's experience with male orgasms, other than his own of course, was limited to what he saw in pornos, and pornos were more concerned with the girl, though if the guy was a big enough star they'd show his crescendo leading up to the money shot. Yeah, they always made sure they got the money shot; that blast of jizz was more important than the guy blowing his wad. Greg was sort of following the usual script. Maybe he saw the same pornos? Greg's head tossed back and forth, his mouth open wide. Gary presumed Greg was screaming as his body was mastered by the blob's sweet trap.
<What is he screaming for? They never screamed before. Dunno, sir, we're not even doing anything to him. He's just tossing and screaming and—Oh my God!>
The basketballer's pelvis thrust hard forward, and ropes of white filled voids in the green flesh. Gary knew what Greg must be feeling, but he also knew the blob's intense satisfaction at the gift he had given. In the examination room, hundred of yard away from the orgasming athlete, Gary cried out as his own cock exploded again and his ball-juice erupted out.
<I want a full examination! I want to know what made him do that? You assured me that the blob couldn't do anything like leave a control organ inside them.>
<It can't. All it does is feed them a drug that intensifies the first feeding.>
<Yeah, sure. Like I said, full medical examination, including scans. I want to know every nook and cranny of this kid's body. On my desk in two hours! Then lock him up in the managerie.>
"Someone is not a happy camper," Gary smiled.
Hands and instruments examined every square inch of Gary's body, again. They also penetrated him to make double sure about something. His mouth and esophagus? Nothing. His virgin-tight anus? Nothing. They even finally checked his urethra. Nothing, although it was inflamed.
Gary wondered how many of this crew had experience examining a cock that had just been sounded. Probably none, and it didn't seem like of them had thought of it.
<Okay. We've done what we can here. Tell CT and EMR we've got a specimen coming their way. I want to know if there's anything inside in this kid's body that shouldn't be there!>
As they wheeled Gary out of the theater he lost consciousness, so he wasn't on hand to see Greg's naked exhausted body gurneyed in as he was gurneyed out.