Date: Tue, 29 Jun 1999 11:34:00 -0400
From: water_werks@angelfire.com
Subject: Alien Wet Bar (1/1)

 Alien Wet Bar 
 Warning:  Water sports, urination theme
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 I was piloting my shuttle near the known border of our section of space
when it hit me. A strong tractor beam was tugging me towards that blip that
had appeared on my screen just seconds ago.  *I'm in deep shit...* was my
last thought as a powerful beam lanced through space. Darkness enveloped me
so fast, I never saw the huge craft that swallowed my tiny ship into it's
maw.

  I awoke slowly, my first impressions telling me I was naked, I was cold,
and I was on the floor. I opened my eyes and blinked in the weak light.
After a few minutes I felt more alert, and got up off the cold floor. A few
guys, all naked like myself, were milling in a corner with me. Several
other things, presumably alien life forms, were shifting about the rest of
the room. I wrapped my arms around myself to ward off the chill. While it
wasn't freezing, it was just cool enough to be uncomfortable to a man with
no clothes on. The room was not overly large, but there were several
benches and a small fountain in the middle of it. Water tinkled like bells
as it cascaded gently down the side of the fountain into a small pool. In
some ways, it was rather tranquil, though I sensed the others were somewhat
tense.

  I tried talking to them, but they were obviously not from Earth. Oh, they
were humanoid, but they either refused to speak to me at all, or they did
not speak my language. I spent half an hour trying to communicate and find
a way out. The only way in or out seemed to be a solid metal door with
windows that were too high for me to see out of. I understood why they were
so high when some nasty looking beings strode through the door. They had to
be a good nine foot tall, brown eyes the size of plates and fleshy looking
mouths, large bodies covered in a fine brown sort of fuzz. They had huge
hands with yellowed claws and made snuffling noises to each other. They
approached several of us and handed out metal containers. A human next to
me began drinking greedily, so I took one. A straw popped up and I took a
tentative sip. It was not a warm bowl of soup, which I really could have
used, but it wasn't bad. The others drank theirs down, and the tall beings
who came in refused to take mine until I had finished it all. Since I
didn't know when next I would get nourishment, I obliged. They never made
any reaction to my attempts at communication, and left shortly.

  After a while, the doors opened again. This time several beings crowded
the entry. I didn't know what was going on, so I hung back. A humanoid and
several others were herded into the room, and some of the ones who had been
with me were grabbed in huge paws and shuttled out through the door. I got
a glimpse past the door, the room beyond was slightly brighter, and
definately warmer. I decided I was going to crowd up to the front next time
that door opened and see if I could escape that way. Just then I realized I
had to piss. I glanced around, hoping to effect some sort of modesty, and
stood in front of the wall to relieve myself. Before a drop ever hit the
floor, a strong hand shot out and grabbed my penis, squeezing hard. I
gasped and elbowed the guy under the chin. I recognized him as one of the
guys who had just come in from the warm room.

  "Get the hell away from me!" I growled, deciding if he didn't understand
the words, he could probably figure out my feelings about being fondled by
my tone of voice.

 "I'm trying to save your life, asshole."

  He dropped his death grip on my prick and shoved me up against the cold
wall. In a moment of horror, I recognized him. He was a pilot like myself,
missing for three months, probably captured the same way I was.

  "If you piss in here, they will kill you if they find out it was you."  A
quick look at the other humanoid's angry faces made me listen.  "If they
don't know who it was, we all get beaten. So you hold it. Got it?"  He
shook me roughly, but I read some concern in his eyes. Not just for
himself, but for me as well.

 "You're part of the border patrol, aren't you?"  I asked. He was a fairly
well built man, with a graying beard and well muscled shoulders.

 "Yeah. They picked me up a while ago."

 "It's been a few months."  He nodded and released his grip on my
arms. "Tell me what's going on? None of the others will talk to me."

 He glanced around the room. "Most of 'em aren't earthers, so don't take it
personally." I shook his offered hand. "Malcom, call me Mal. I'll clue you
in as fast as I can before they take you out."  He put his arm around my
shoulder and lead me over to one of the benches.

 "First off, if you play by the rules, they won't kill you. Secondly, if
you don't play by the rules, they will kill you."

 "Comforting. My name's Jake. What are the rules?"

 Mal laughed a little. "This is gonna sound weird, but you have to
remember, you are dealing with an alien life form. They aren't like us, and
they don't like the same things we do. As it is, we're lucky they breathe
oxygen, otherwise we'd never survive." Mal scratched his chin, he seemed
unsure how to explain this to me.

 "Go on," I encouraged.

 "They drink piss. Basically."

 "WHAT?" I yelled as I grimaced to show my disgust. While kinkier games
were not beyond me, I had never gotten into the golden shower thing. "What
the fuck are you talking about?"

  "Well, since earthers have entered space, we've been dumping our waste in
it. Some of the aliens have come across these containers and examined
them. And apparently, for some aliens, it's a delicacy. Once word got out
that we were water-based life forms, they have been shadowing the borders
of our range, picking us off every now and then. Not enough to draw too
much attention. I imagine a token investigation went on after I
disappeared?"

 I thought back. "Yes, but very small. They figured you went wacky and just
shot yourself off into space."

 He nodded sadly. "Not that the company could do anything even if they knew
where I was. And they will do the same now that you are gone. You have to
try not to think about it too much, just concentrate on surviving." He
indicated beyond the metal door. "Out there is a bar of sorts. They will
take you out, and sit you in the racks on the bar. The aliens will take
your dick in their mouths, and uh...suck on you." Mal was nearly fidgeting
by this time. "All you have to do is let go. They'll lap it up, and then
you're back in here with the rest of us."

 I hugged myself, trying to wrap my mind around this concept. "Does it hurt
at all?"

 Mal chuckled.  "Oh no. In fact, if these guys were as hot for cum as they
are for piss, I would be a happy camper. They have soft, wet mouths. And
they do try to be gentle, although they are amazingly strong."

 By now I was really having to go and I stood to pace. Mal stayed by my
side, offering me encouragement. "You said they would kill me if I didn't
play by the rules..."

 "Yes. To them, having you piss in here is like pouring expensive wine on
the floor. If they catch you doing it, they think you will do it all the
time, and you become useless to them. And trust me, the rest of this bunch
in here will rat on you in a heartbeat if the big guys don't see you doing
it. No one wants to get a beating, they are too strong."

 By now even pacing was not helping. I was obligated to squeeze off my cock
to keep from pissing. The coolness of the room, the tinkling water in the
fountain...it was all calculated to make me have to go! "They know what
works, don't they?" I asked, indicating the fountain.

 "Oh yeah, they've been doing this for a while. And that drink they gave
you? Mostly water and I suspect a diuretic. You'll be ready to burst by the
time that door opens." Mal herded me towards the door. Now I understood why
the others clamoured to be chosen. If you didn't get picked when you had to
go, you ran the risk of pissing yourself and losing your life. I bit my lip
to distract myself from the pressure in my bladder. I didn't hink I had
ever been so full.

 Ten minutes later, and I was crossing my legs, my grip on my cock so tight
it began to turn colors. Mal kept talking to me, trying to distract me and
keep me from listening to the fountain. He put his arms around me to keep
me as warm as he could, but I was gonna lose it soon. Several others were
with us by the door, each being displaying discomfort in some way. The
thing that had looked like a walking jellyfish when I came in was bloated
and turning a pale pink.

 To our collective relief, the doors swung open. Apparently several patrons
had finally bought another round! A large, furry brown guy wearing some
sort of apron grabbed the jellyfish alien and hauled it out. Then it turned
back and Mal shoved me into it's grip, elbowing some of the other beings
aside. "Good luck kid!" he called. I was thrust into the warmth, and grit
my teeth to keep from pissing. The big guy brought out a few more of us,
then began loading us onto the bar.

 It was indeed a bar, a long counter ran the length of the room, with seats
on one side where large, furry creatures sat, snuffling and snorting to
each other. The lights were not very bright, but I could make out their
huge, liquid eyes. Before I had a chance to observe more, I was hoisted
into the air and plopped into a cold metal seat which was situated on the
bar, angled so that the being in front of me had clear access to my
genitals. I groaned as I tried not to start my stream right there.

 My legs were splayed on either side of his head, and I stared down my dick
at the two plate sized eyes which regarded me. I couldn't find a nose to
speak of, but it opened it's mouth, which was nothing more than a fleshy
hole under it's eyes. I suddenly found myself trying to crawl backwards in
the uncomfortable metal seat as it engulfed my dick in one gulp! I gave a
small scream as I watched my cock disappear, envisioning him biting it
clean off. What was worse...there was something in it's throat! I could
feel a small *something* wriggling around my piss hole.

 "Don't worry. It soon alright." A soft voice to my left. Another humanoid
sitting in the metal seat on the bar next to mine, this one thin and pasty
white with white hair and black eyes. Not of earth, but he obviously had
picked up some of the language. "He not hurt you, just relax."

 My legs were churning, trying to get away. "Wha...what the hells down his
throat?" Despite the warm wetness of it's mouth, I was in a panic.

 "It is...uhm...vestigal tongue? It not hurt you. Here, relax."

 His voice was soothing, and I stopped struggling. Then he took my hand and
set it in a bowl of warm water on the bar, presumably for just this sort of
thing. I looked deep into the eyes of my "patron" and felt his tiny,
probing tongue tickling my penis. He reached up a paw and gently poked me
in the bladder to encourage me; I couldn't take it anymore.

 I leaned back against the chair and felt my muscles relax. I felt my warm
stream hit his "tongue" and swirl around my cock head. I placed my hands on
his head and felt him suck gently. I groaned as I relieved myself. I was
pissing down this things throat! He swallowed and his wet muscles gently
massaged my dick. Hot piss washed over me each time he swallowed, and it
felt so good!  My nipples contracted and I shivered. The thing had a firm
hold of my hips, my legs on his shoulders, and I combed my fingers through
the fur on it's head. I kept pissing and pissing, almost sorry to have it
end.

 When he had milked me dry, he took away that soft wet mouth and I nearly
grabbed it to force him back. Mal was right...these guys would be great for
sex! My "patron" was smacking the lips of it's mouth and making snuffling
noises while gesturing excitedly with it's hairy arms. I just sat with a
contented smile on my face. I had never been so uncomfortable and now
relished the empty feeling. I looked at my "patron" again. He was covered
in the brown fur of his bar mates, but I noticed he had a reddish streak
down his chest, forming a sort of V shape. The elfin man to my left who had
helped me relax was excited now too, and I turned a questioning look at
him.

 "You lucky!" he sighed.

 "Why's that?"

 "You are...uhm...chosen exclusive!"

 I scowled. "What does that mean?"

 He pointed a thin finger at me and the creature who had just drunk my
piss. "He like your water very much! You to be the vessel of this Jourgh,
to be drunk by no other. You will be treated well, and never harmed."

 Well, that was a relief! I looked at my "patron" and smiled slightly. He
seemed to have calmed down some, and was busy snuffling and clicking with
the bar tender, who shuffled off. The Jourgh returned his attention to me,
and I gave him a tight lipped smile. He made a grunting sound, and gently
stroked my head, like I was a pet. The bartender returned with a four inch
square of paper and began to smooth it over my thigh. I looked at the thin
man. "What's this?"

 "You wear the tag. You are this Jourgh vessel."

 Oh great, I would sport a label. Hey, it beat having to worry about
getting myself killed over loss of bladder control. Besides, how much would
it hurt to wear a label for a while?

 It did hurt. A LOT. After the bartender got the paper substance affixed to
my leg, he wetted it down and I began to feel a burning sensation. In a
matter of seconds, my leg felt like it was on fire! The Jourgh and the
bartender both had to hold down my arms and legs while I struggled and
screamed. It was some sort of acid, and it was eating into my skin! Through
a haze of pain, I heard the thin man muttering about being lucky to wear
the tag. At that moment, I was feeling less than lucky, but then the
burning subsided somewhat and the bartender removed the paper. Biting my
lips to keep from whimpering, I looked at my thigh. The skin was raw and
bubbled, but in a somewhat decorative shape. It was like a three
dimensional tattoo, and I would have to gouge out my skin to ever get it
off. I was now quite perminately marked.

 The Jourgh was making a weird clicking sound deep in it's throat, and
pulled me off the metal chair on the bar and into an embrace. While I
struggled not to be suffocated in fur, it gently stroked my back and
crooned in its own way. It obviously understood pain, and even better,
didn't wish it on its pets. I snuffled a bit and buried my head in its fur,
trying hard not to concentrate on my throbbing leg. The fur did not smell
badly, though its odor was strong so close to it. I dug my fingers into the
thick mat and felt steel hard muscles underneath. One swat from its giant
paw, and I would be floor tileing. I resolved not to cross any Jourghs
while I was in this hell hole.

 Having satisfied himself that I would indeed survive, the Jourgh gingerly
handed me back over the bar to the bartender, who ushered me back into the
cold room. I was nearly squashed by several beings hoping to get chosen to
be let into the bar, causing considerable pain to my leg.  I was in a state
of shock, and did something I hadn't done since I was a child. I couldn't
help it, I just started to cry. Two large tears made it down my face before
a rough looking humanoid with scales on his skin ran up to me and began
licking my cheeks. At first I was moved by this seemingly act of kindness,
when Mal punched him square in the back and drug me off to the far side of
the fountain.

 Mal lay me on one of the stone benches and tried to keep me warm.
"Wh...why'd you do that for?" My weak voice made Mal scowl at me with
worry.

 "He was after your salt, Jake. If you're going to cry in here, you make
sure you do it around me. Got it?"  I nodded weakly. "Now....I hafta get
myself up to the front or I'm in for it. You stay here and try and keep
awake. You're doing great kid, got yourself a Jourgh mark first time
out. Damn few are that lucky!

 My despair almost returned when Mal left, but to my surprise the thin,
elfish alien that had been in the seat next to me at the bar sat down. I
looked into his jet black eyes and tried to relax.

 "You feel better now."

 I couldn't tell if it was meant as a question or statement, but I
nodded. "You speak my language."

 "I been here a time. I like talk many things."

 "Well, your speech could use some improvement...." I sat up slowly, trying
not to sound so bitter. It wasn't his fault my leg was killing me, although
he seemed to think it was a great privelage or something. I looked over his
smooth, naked body, but found no label. "You marked by a Jourgh?"

 He made a whooshing sound and shook his head. "No. My water too, uhm,
milky.  Jourghs like thin water. Like you!" He pointed at me and flashed a
row of needle sharp teeth in a semblance of a smile. The effect was kinda
creepy, but I tried not to offend him.

 "So...why do you think it's so great to have this label, anyway?" Might as
well find out all I could.

 "Oh...you exclusive vessel of Jourgh who marks you. Any time you
need...you get to go."

 I blinked, trying to wrap my mind around the concept. "So...you're saying
if I have to go...I just go to the door? They'll let me out?"

 He bobbed his head, flashing those teeth. "You not to be killed, mark
protected. No other may sip you."

 I sighed. I supposed that was something good. At least I could get used to
my particular Jourgh. "Do they have names?"

 "Jourgh?"

 "Yes, do they have individual names?"

 He started to shake his head, but was distracted as two humans approached
us. One was in bad shape, shaking and whimpering. he was gonna lose it for
sure, and I wondered why his friend was pushing him towards the fountain.
Maybe they intended to piss in the water and hope no one noticed?

 "Hey...you've got a mark..."

 I touched the wound tentatively, wondering how I was going to fight off
infection. "Yeah, and it hurts like hell."

 "My buddy's gonna lose it here. You have a mark. It's your duty to help
him out."

 "Uh, I'll do what I can. But what do you expect me to do?" I doubted I had
enough authority to demand the bartender pick his friend next. Again, my
elfin friend came to my aid.

 "You a vessel now...you help with others....drink what they not hold."

 I blinked slowly. "Say What?"

 The human shoved his friends dick towards me. "You heard the man, it's
your duty now that your one of those. You gotta drink some man...he's gonna
die if you don't."

 I stared in disbelief as tears welled in the eyes of the shaking man who
had his penis in a death grip. Did they really expect me to drink his
piss??  I looked over at my elfin friend, who helpfully flashed his needle
teeth and nodded his head. There was *no way* I was going to do that...no
way! I looked desperately at the door for Mal, but he had already been
taken out to the bar. I swallowed nervously as others began to stalk over
with unhappy expressions, staring fixedly at me.

 *fin*

 Will Jake have to drink another man's piss to save his life? Does Mal give
a rat's ass about him? Will Jake have to take it up the ass to get some
salt pills? And who is "Bob?" Send me feedback and encourage me to tell
you...  water_werks@angelfire.com