What follows is a work of
complete fiction.
This series will include detailed
descriptions of sexual encounters between a human male and other males from various alien races in a science fiction setting.
If this is not the type of story you
would enjoy, please stop reading now.
If there is any reason legal or
otherwise why you should not read such a story, please stop reading
now.
If you are the type of person who
has any difficulty whatsoever separating fantasy from reality, please stop
reading now.
That said if you are still reading I
do hope you enjoy the story.
This story is the property of the
author and may not be reproduced in whole or in part in any way without my
express, written consent. Nifty.org has my express
consent.
About the story:
This
series tells the story of an ordinary man who's life is near its
natural end, but who suddenly finds himself, at the moment of the
unexpected destruction of his world, the victim of an alien
abduction with a bizarre motive, that ultimately opens the entire
universe to him and propels him into a life of adventure that he'd
never
imagined was even possible. He eventually finds himself thrust
front and center into events that could, both figuratively and quite
literally, change the shape of the entire known universe.
I hope that you enjoy it.
Look for more of my stories under the pseudonym JakeXtraTall at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#JakeXtraTall
The Nifty Archive is an incredible
source of wonderful stories that provides so many of us with countless hours of
entertainment. If you enjoy this story I would greatly appreciate if you would
do your part and donate something to the site to help cover the cost of running
the archive. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html
Favors of the First Ones - Chapter 6
Jake
was awakened by his shivering. He felt warm at the front where
his body was stretched out against Mak's warm muscular form, but the
back of him was exposed to the increasingly chilly night air as he lay naked atop his lover.
As
he slowly became more conscious he remembered their sex play and how
sleepy he'd felt after it. They'd fallen asleep and hadn't
retreated into the tent.
He was about to get up and try to wake
Mak so they could go into the makeshift tent and get under the covers
when he noticed an odd sound coming from the far side of the camp.
It sounded like something rubbing against the dirt repeatedly.
His
eyes were well adjusted to the darkness but even with the dim light of a sliver of moon
allowing him to see the vague shapes of trees he couldn't see anything
moving where the sound was coming from. It was a bit too dark.
He
suddenly wondered why it was so dark. How long had they been
asleep? Should the fire have gone out already? Should it be
so cold? Why weren't the rocks still radiating heat?
His
heart suddenly started to beat faster as he came to the realization
that they had intended to stack a large amount of wood on the fire just
before going into the tent to sleep but after their love making they'd
fallen asleep and hadn't done it. The fire would have burnt out
quickly and the rocks had radiated all of their heat while they slept.
They were now vulnerable to the black-furred predators that Mak
had told him about.
Just as that thought came to him the sound
of something rubbing against the ground stopped and he saw what looked
like a dark shadow rise up against a tree at the far side of the camp.
He realized almost immediately what it was and his heart began to
beat even faster.
The black shape continued to stretch up along
the tree and he could make out two legs clawing their way up the tree's
trunk. As the shadow continued to rise up he saw two more legs at
its mid-section. It was one of the six-legged predators.
That was the tree that Mak had hung the giant 'bunny' on.
The animal must have been licking at the puddle of blood and was
now looking for its source.
Jake's heart went from beating fast
to hammering in his chest when he heard a low growl coming from a
different direction on the other side of the dead fire and he
remembered that Mak had said they only hunt in packs of four or more.
He
saw another black shadow emerge from the darkness and begin to
resolve itself into a more solid shape as it approached the dead fire.
It
had a very wide and flat head that to Jake looked more like a
salamander than a crocodile. It had a row of jagged teeth all
around its wide mouth. It's eyes were very large and forward
facing. It had black, spiky looking fur that raked back along its
head that switched to a thicker, softer looking jet black fur at the
neck and the rest of its body. It had powerful, thick legs that
ended at feet that looked sort of like a big cat's paws with long sharp
claws extended. Its tail was wide and long like a crocodiles.
It had likely evolved to hunt both on land and in the water.
Its fur looked slightly shiny like an otter's but its body really
did look like a furry crocodile with six legs.
The creature stopped, facing the rocks of the fire pit, and growled again
and extended a large paw with long claws tentatively toward the remains
of the fire. They must still be radiating just enough heat to be
more noticeable to the predator than Jake and Mak's body heat but the creature was confused about what the rocks were.
Jake
put his hand over Mak's mouth and used his other hand to start
poking firmly at the bull's ribs while trying not to move too
much. It took a few tries but then Mak tensed with a start and
struggled briefly until he realized where he was and that Jake was
trying to keep him quiet.
As soon as he was still, Jake removed
his hand from Mak's mouth and moved his own close to the bull's ear and
whispered as quietly as he could, "We're in trouble."
Jake
slowly turned his head back to face the predators and Mak followed the
direction of his gaze and saw what Jake had seen. Jake felt him
tense up immediately beneath him as all of the same realizations about
their neglect at stoking the fire likely played through for Mak and he
grasped the situation.
Mak slowly turned his head back to Jake's
ear and whispered as quietly as he could, "The rocks must still be warm
enough to be a bigger target than us. We need to crawl away as
slowly and quietly as we can and keep the fire pit between them and us.
They'll see us when we move further away and I don't think we'll have a chance running from them but we have to try."
Jake
nodded his acknowledgment but before either of them could begin to act
there was a loud snap followed by a series of yowls of pain in the
forest beyond the first predator. A third one must have been
approaching and got in a tangle with one of Komakwa's traps!
The
predator near the fire brought it's wide-jawed head up and looked in
the direction of the sound. Mak seized on what might be the only
opportunity to catch the creatures off guard and he acted quickly.
He
used all of his great strength to fling Jake away from the camp out
toward the forest and away from the threat while he shouted, "Run!"
Jake rolled and got up on his knees and watched as Mak
then rolled to his side and grabbed one of the spears he'd left beside
the fire and brought it up just in time as the predator close to the
fire pit snarled and launched itself at him. The bull simply planted
the butt of the spear firmly against the ground and aimed it right at
the creature's throat and it dutifully impaled itself onto it. It
immediately thrashed and rolled and the spear snapped leaving Mak with
nothing but a broken stick in his hand.
Jake sighed in relief and stood up as the wounded animal turned and ran off into the forest again.
"I
said run, Jake! There'll be more of them!" Mak yelled at him as he scrambled toward the other
spear that lay on the ground.
The first predator dropped down from the tree and turned to rush into the camp toward Mak.
Jake
was about to follow orders and run, but then suddenly realized he was
the only one here who could actually die safely. He couldn't
leave Mak to deal with this threat by himself. He turned and ran
toward where he'd left the emergency kit he'd used the night before to
retrieve the knife from it.
Mak reached the second spear as
the predator was almost upon him and he picked up the sharpened stick and stabbed it forward at the
creature with all his might. The spear went right into the
predator's open mouth as it lunged to bite down on Mak and the spear
tip stuck into the back of the creature's throat and stopped it from reaching him.
The predator
snapped its jaws shut and began to shake at the spear to try to break
it loose. Mak knew that if the spear broke he'd be left with
nothing but a blunt broken stick again so he tried to follow the
movements of the creature's head while pulling on the spear to dislodge
it from the creature's mouth but the jaws were clamped down hard and he
couldn't pull it free.
Jake found the knife in the survival kit and ran to where Mak was struggling and leaped up and
drove the knife downward with both hands. Just as there was a loud snap and the
spear broke leaving Mak unarmed, Jake's knife came down and plunged into
the back of the animal's neck and it shuddered once and collapsed.
Another growl came from the far side of the fire pit and Jake looked over
to see another low black shape emerge from the forest. They'd
killed one predator and Mak had wounded another and sent it off into
the woods with a spear sticking through its neck. A third was
still struggling in the forest, caught in one of Mak's traps.
This must be the fourth of the pack.
No sooner had Jake
finished doing his predator math than another growl came, followed by a
fifth predator. Then two more emerged behind those. All of
them began to advance along the ground and Jake realized he was the
only one holding a knife and even if they each had one they couldn't
take on four of the beasts at once. They were done for.
Mak suddenly leaped up and ran away without a word.
Jake
was about to follow suit but then he remembered what Mak had said.
They had no hope of outrunning these six legged animals.
Jake
knew immediately what he had to do. Mak might have a chance if
Jake stayed back and let himself be the prey for them. He'd do
whatever damage he could with his knife and hold them off as long as
possible to give the bull time to escape. He prayed Mak
would be able to stay alive out here by himself for the three months it
would take for Jake to be resurrected and let everyone know where the
young bull was so they could come and get him.
Jake wasn't sure
how far Mak might have gotten already but he shouted at the top of his
lungs, "Mak, keep running! I'm gonna stay and hold them off!
When I'm resurrected I'll let them know where you are!
Please don't die! I love you!"
The
predators all
let out a snarl and began to race toward Jake's position and he
braced himself with his knife in hand and prepared for his messy end.
Suddenly, he
heard a strange hissing noise behind him and a red streak flew past his
head from behind and then the pack of animals erupted into yowls of
pain and rage as a blindingly bright red hot flare hit the ground right in front
of
them. There was another hiss and another flare shot at them and
actually hit one of them in the side. The pack turned as one and
raced off into the woods.
Jake turned to see a grinning Komakwa approaching in the brilliant red glow of the hot flares.
"I love you too, Jake," he said, "but seriously, just because you can die doesn't mean you should. Don't be in such a rush to leave me alone out here, please?"
Jake
walked over to Mak and slipped into his arms and hugged him
as tight as he could and said, "Things are just so damn boring around
here I thought I couldn't take it any more, but if you insist, I'll
stick around a bit longer in case anything interesting ever happens."
Mak
chuckled and then he took the knife from Jake's hand and said, "That
was pretty impressive work with the knife. You looked just like Siskreth Dundee coming to my rescue."
Jake laughed and said, "No, I'm just the trusty side kick. You're the Dundee around here."
He hugged Mak once more and gave him a kiss.
Mak said, "I piled
up the wood just over there, throw some on the fire pit so we can
get it going again. Those flares will only burn for a minute."
Jake
proceeded to pile wood onto the fire pit while Mak went off a little
ways into the woods and returned with a handful of dried moss and small
twigs and dry leaves and added them to the base of the fire.
Jake
finished piling almost all of the wood they had onto the fire pit and
the flares were beginning to sputter. Mak twisted the bottom of
the survival knife he had in his hand and the butt of the knife came
away with what looked like a long rod of metal attached to it. He
held the butt of the knife with the metal rod in his left hand and with his
right hand he turned the knife and rubbed the back edge of the blade
along the rod and a shower of sparks flew into the moss and it
immediately began to smoke. One more shower of sparks and the
moss erupted in flames. Mak leaned in and softly blew to get the
tiny twigs going and then the kindling all began to catch and in no
time the fire was beginning to burn and light up the camp again.
Komakwa,
knife still in hand, then headed off past the tree where the 'bunny'
was hanging and
there was sudden thrashing and snarling and then a loud yelp that was
cut off. Mak then emerged from the trees dragging a long black
corpse
by the tail and dropped it at the base of the tree. He
then came and got the creature that Jake had killed with the knife.
He cut off two more branches of the
large tree and hung the two black predators up by
impaling their
anuses on the branch stubs and then he slit their throats to drain
them.
Mak then went back into the woods. Jake presumed he was going
to reset the traps. After a short time he reemerged and came to join Jake by the fire.
The
two of them sat down on the spread out balloon material and
watched while the fire continued to grow and started to lick at all of the wood
on the pile.
"That
was a bit rough, but we're off to a good start carcass wise," Mak said,
"Those predators have fairly thick hides and their fur is warm and waterproof.
I'll be able to make you some good fur-lined moccasins and some
comfortable sleeping pelts. We need to be more careful with the
fire in future though."
"Will that be enough wood to get us through the rest of the night?" Jake asked.
Mak
looked up at the stars and thought about it briefly and then said,
"Yeah, no problem. We're more than half way to dawn already.
That was too close. It's a lucky thing you woke up. I shouldn't have been so stupid with the fire.
I could have got us killed. I should have thrown all that
wood on the fire right away before we started messing around."
"Don't
beat yourself up about it," Jake said, "I was here too and I knew what
needed to be done but I got caught up in my lust for you. We
learned our lesson about the fire. We'll make sure we do it right
tomorrow night. Let's just go to bed in the tent where its
warmer. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep or not after that
bit of excitement but I know one thing that usually helps me to drift
off."
"I
think I know what that thing is. I used to do it by myself in my
room with my own hand and a pretty messy sock would go back into my
drawer for the favors to deal with," Mak said with a smile, and then he
stood to make his way over to the tent.
"We really are kindred spirits," Jake said, chuckling, and followed him.
Mak
began to crawl into the tent but Jake said, "Wait, you've still got
your boots on. Let me take them off for you so you don't track
your dirt into the tent."
Mak stopped and turned over and sat on his butt with his feet just at the entrance to the tent and smiled at Jake.
Jake walked up to Mak's feet and then crouched down and began to untie one of his hiking boots.
He
slowly pulled the boot off, relishing the moment. Sure enough, as
soon as Mak's big, thickly-socked foot came free, Jake was
instantly hit with the smell of it. Mak had slipped his already
slightly ripe feet into these boots just before their ride the
day before and his feet had been sweating in them ever since. It
really smelled great to Jake. He didn't know why it was, but ever
since he was a little boy he'd been attracted to the rich, masculine smell of
a man's feet after they'd been working hard and sweating into a pair of
boots. It was one of those things that had a direct link into his
libido and as soon as he smelled it something inside him switched on hard and
his body began to vibrate and his cock began to swell.
Jake untied the other boot and pulled
it off to increase the effect and his head began to spin pleasantly as
he inhaled deeply. He looked up and saw Komakwa grinning at him.
The bull knew full well how much Jake was enjoying this.
Jake grinned back at him and asked him to shuffle backwards into
the tent. He did so and Jake followed him in.
The
young
bull was still wearing his thick socks and Jake was not done with his
feet just yet. He kneeled down at Komakwa's feet and then sat
back on his own feet. He lifted one of Mak's big feet into his
lap and marveled
at the size of it. It was over a foot and a half long and almost
a foot wide. Jake squeezed the foot with his hand to start
massaging it and Mak sighed and lay back to enjoy the sensation.
Jake
worked his hands around the foot squeezing hard along the edges of it and working his thumbs along the sole while
moving up toward the toes.
Mak's foot had only four toes.
The inner one was the largest just like a human foot but the
other three were nearly as large. They were wide and thick and
long. Each toe was nearly three inches across and four
inches long. Jake worked the toes with his hands, squeezing and
pinching them. He worked his thumbs hard into the ball of Mak's
foot and then down to the sole and the young bull groaned at the
soothing sensation of having his foot rubbed.
The smell coming
up from Mak's dirty sock was making Jake's cock continue to swell.
He lifted the big foot up toward his face and planted his nose
under the big fat toes and took a long leisurely sniff. Jake
moaned and sniffed again. It was a scent that to him was indescribably erotic and intensely attractive. Each time he
sniffed he could feel electricity coursing through him he was so turned
on by it. He rubbed his face against the warm underside of Mak's
foot and then kissed the sole and finally put the foot back down on his
lap and slipped off the thick woolen sock and tossed it in the corner up
near where Jake's head would be when it was time to sleep. He
wanted the socks inside the tent so they could keep it smelling like
Mak all night long.
He
took the other foot into his lap and
repeated the process of rubbing it and squeezing the toes and helping
Mak to relax. Once he had both socks removed he worked his knees
back and leaned down to kiss Mak's feet. The tops of his feet
were covered in the dark brown hide that covered most of the bull's body but
the undersides were a very light brown and smoother. Jake turned
his face
sideways and licked along the underside of the toes. He then
probed his tongue in the gaps between the toes to lick up the salty
sweat there.
He continued to kiss and lick and suck at Mak's toes until he'd washed them thoroughly with his tongue.
He then pulled Mak's feet apart and began to crawl
up between them to the bull's crotch. He placed his hands on
Komakwa's thick, powerful thighs and leaned his face in to rub it
against the bull's massive balls.
Komakwa brought his big hands down
and rubbed them on the back of Jake's head and moaned as Jake began to
lick at the bull's leathery scrotum once more. He moved up a bit
and began to kiss the already fully erect shaft of Mak's thick penis
and then licked it along the moist shaft. He worked his way upward
toward the head and once again found a large puddle of precum had
accumulated on Mak's upper belly just below his chest where the bull's
cock head had been steadily oozing.
Jake moved his face onto the
puddle and slurped at the slick treat and then turned his head and
licked at the end of Mak's penis making the bull jump slightly under
him. He latched his mouth onto the thick blunt head and began to
suck at it while tonguing the still oozing slit.
Mak moaned and
put his hands on Jake's head again and pushed it down further onto his
cock but it wouldn't go far. The angle was not good.
Mak
pulled Jake's head off his cock and said in a husky voice, "I want to
fuck your throat again. I love the idea of stuffing my big, dirty cock into
your mouth and burying it all the way and shooting my thick seed into
your stomach. Lay down on your back with your feet up here."
Jake
enthusiastically complied and turned around with his butt up towards
Mak's head and his feet up near that end of the tent and lay down on
his back.
Mak rolled over him so his crotch was near Jake's face
and worked his knees back just a bit so the end of his cock was lined
up near Jake's mouth.
Jake
tilted his head back and opened wide
as Mak brought his fat, blunt cock head up against Jake's mouth.
Once again Jake could smell the light odor of urine and the slime
and bits of smegma that coated the top half of the bull's thick cock
from having been kept inside the sheath-like base. It curled
Jake's toes and turned him on hard because he knew the smell came from
inside his lover. It was all Mak. Jake relaxed his jaw
completely and began to drool as the young bull began to push his
hips forward firmly and Jake sucked the end of the cock in until it
reached
the back of his throat and then relaxed his throat completely and
waited.
Mak began moaning as he pushed harder and his cock head
spread Jake's throat wide and forced its way in. Mak continued to
push forward with all of his might shoving more and more of his long
thick tool into Jake until his massive, musky balls bumped up against
Jake's face filling his nose with the powerfully masculine scent of his
musk and sweat and his pubic bone bumped against Jake's chin. He
was buried to the root.
He then brought his knees up and outward
and braced himself with his hands on the floor on either side of Jake
and slowly lifted his ass. His thick cock slowly pulled out of
Jake's throat until it almost came right out and then Mak smoothly and
firmly pushed and thrust his cock all the way back in again until his
balls once more bumped against Jake's face. He repeated the
smooth and steady motion a few more times while moaning softly.
Jake
felt the bull was still holding back, perhaps out of fear of
harming Jake. He wanted Mak to let go and fuck his throat with
all he had. He waited till Mak had pulled himself almost all the
way out and then put his hands up on the bull's massive glutes
and pulled hard while moaning and forced Mak to thrust harder.
Mak moaned loudly when he realized what Jake wanted. The
bull pulled back once more and then grunted and thrust his cock deep
into Jake's throat faster taking less care for his lover's well being.
Jake was turned on hard and wanted Mak to just keep going so when
Mak pulled out Jake pulled at his big muscular ass again.
Mak
needed no more coaxing at that point and he began to moan and groan as
he built up a
rhythm and started bucking hard against Jake's face. His big ass
bobbed up and down faster and faster as he grunted and thrust and his
huge balls slapped hard against Jake's nose. The idea that he was
burying his dirty, oozing cock deep into his lover's throat and mashing his
smelly crotch up against his face drove Mak into a frenzy and he
continued to buck
faster and faster moaning and grunting as his orgasm began to build
higher and higher.
Jake moaned his pleasure at being used so
hard and the vibration, along with the knowledge that Jake was loving
having Mak's thick cock jammed down his throat, drove the big bull over
the edge and he shouted, "Ahh, fuck!" as he thrust hard and held while
his whole body tensed from the electricity shooting through it and his
big scrotum tightened up until the thick skin was almost rigid, squeezing the
massive balls to shoot a huge load of his seed deep down into Jake's
stomach in a long thick jet.
Mak pulled back and then once again
grunted and slammed himself against Jake's face and his pelvic muscle
squeezed once more and another spurt of hot seed shot directly into
Jake's stomach. Again and again the bull bucked against his
lover's face until the orgasm finally began to subside and then he
pushed firmly in again and held that position while his pelvic muscle
continued to pulse and pump the rest of his seed into Jake and his big, musty balls hung over Jake's face.
Jake
was in heaven with the powerfully masculine scent of his lover's crotch
right in his face. His own cock was throbbing and aching
for attention but Mak's pleasure was all that was important at the
moment. He waited patiently for the bull to finish pumping his
load into him and finally Jake could feel the thick cock suddenly begin
to shrink and retract right out of his throat.
Mak pulled out of
him and as he lifted his hips up Jake was amazed at how quickly his
cock went soft and limp and dangled as it heavily dripped more cum onto
Jake's face while it quickly pulled itself back into its thick sheath-like base.
Mak moved
over beside Jake and lay face down on the floor of the tent and crossed
his arms and lay his head sideways on them with a long sigh of
satisfaction.
Jake sat up and then moved over top of Mak and lay down on his back and nuzzled the bull's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
Mak
sighed again and said, "That was so fantastic. I'm glad they made
the modification to you so I can do that without worrying about you.
Our people are born that way so it's sort of in my instincts to
go crazy. I can see that I would have hurt you bad if they hadn't
made you able to take all of me and breathe at the same time."
Jake said, "I'm glad they did it too. I'm so turned on by you I want you
to feel free to just go nuts on me and use me any way you want."
"You
can do the same you know. I want you to use my body however you
want to make yourself feel great. The thought of bringing you
pleasure makes me feel good too."
Jake kissed the side of face again and then rubbed his cheek against him affectionately.
Mak sighed and then said. "I want you to fuck me Jake. I've never
done that before and I really want to try. I want to feel
you inside me."
With Jake still atop him the
bull
lifted his ass up and planted his knees slightly apart raising Jake's
ass right along with it.
Jake got off him and went behind and got on his knees between Mak's thick legs and surveyed the amazing scene.
Mak's
arms were still crossed on the floor with his head resting sideways on
them and his dark brown, hide-covered biceps and shoulders bulged
hugely. His expansive muscular back with its wide dark mane of
hair narrowed to his tight, firm hips. The
bull's ass was lifted up in the air and was a fantastic, massive pair
of round muscles with a long, slender dark brown tail coming out of the
tail bone and extending out about eighteen inches with a cute tuft of darker hair at the end.
The
tail swished invitingly side to side revealing a dark trough between
the large glutes. Jake's gaze traveled down from the masculine
butt to his huge set of balls that hung low between his thick
and heavy thighs. He looked down at the calf muscles that were as big
as Jake's thighs and onward down to those big wonderful smelling feet.
The sight of this masculine, massive and overwhelmingly
beautiful male splayed out before him presenting his ass invitingly and
waiting to be taken, drove Jake's lust to a level higher than he'd ever
experienced before. He moved his face in with a moan and planted
a kiss right on the massive pair of hanging balls.
The scent
here was the strongest he'd experienced of Mak yet. It was a
powerful and masculine scent that seemed to light a fire in Jake's
loins and pumped his cock to full rigidity. He knew what the
source must be. He lifted Mak's tail and sure enough he saw that
the bull's anus glistened slightly from the oily musk that was oozing
out around it from his musk glands.
Jake moaned and moved his face in to lick at the bull's big pucker right under the tail.
"Oh,
fuck! That's so dirty," Mak moaned and then he reached behind
himself and pulled his own butt cheeks further apart to invite Jake to
go deeper.
Jake moaned and while pulling Mak's tail up as far as
it would go and putting his other hand on the bull's massive balls to
pull them gently downward to stretch the skin and further open Mak's
anus, he drove his tongue into the bull's hole as far as it would go
and Mak moaned his pleasure at the sensation of being rimmed hard by
his lover.
The taste of Mak's dirty hole was tangy and heady and
ripe and it drove Jake's lust even higher and he pulled his tongue out
and frantically rubbed it at the ridges of the bull's pucker to clean it and then
plunged it in again to taste his insides.
He continued to rim
the big bull for a few minutes until he felt like his cock was going to
blow on its own without being touched and he finally stopped. He
wanted to shoot his load inside Mak.
He
worked his knees in
further and brought his hips up behind the bull's ass so his cock was
in position. He spat on his fingers and began to spread it around
the long shaft of his thick penis. He continued to lubricate the
shaft until he had no spit left. He then lifted Mak's tail once
more and pushed his precum
dripping cock head against the bull's anus that was now freely oozing
his oily musk. Jake pushed and Mak relaxed his anus and groaned
as Jake's big cock head spread the sphincter wide and shoved its way
inside.
Jake moaned and began to push more of his cock into Mak,
slowly and steadily, until his big balls bumped up against the young
bull's massive ones and his pubic bone mashed up against the base of
Mak's tail. The whole while he pushed himself in, he could feel
the head of his cock occasionally come up against a tight obstruction
that, once he pushed past, gripped his cock snugly. They were
the rings of muscles along Mak's rectum that had evolved to aid in male
on male sex.
Jake was fully buried in his lover and the feeling
of the snug warm hole with the rings of muscles gripping his hard
throbbing cock was the best thing Jake had ever experienced in his
life. He relished it for just a moment and then slowly
pulled back and marveled at the sensation as the rings of muscle popped
off the tip of his cock head as it made its way back out of Mak.
He stopped just as the back edge of his cock head began to appear
at Mak's anus and then he paused again and pushed forward to bury
himself again.
Mak moaned loud as Jake pushed himself in and the bull pushed his ass back a bit to push himself harder on to Jake.
"Go harder, Jake. Go faster. It feels so good," Mak breathed.
Jake's
head began to spin with desire for his incredible lover and he pulled
himself most of the way out and put his hands at the top of the bull's glutes at his
hips and pulled on them and grunted as he thrust himself harder in and
both of them groaned their lust.
He quickly began to build a
rhythm of pulling out, grunting and thrusting himself back in and the
sensation of the rings of muscles inside Mak's rectum bumping up
against his cock head and squeezing it as they slipped past to grip his
shaft, and then popping off the head one after another as he pulled out
was amazing. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.
He
bucked and thrust harder and faster and began to moan and groan as his
orgasm rapidly began to build at the base of his balls.
Mak
suddenly reached back under himself and grabbed hold of his once again fully erect
and thick penis and began to jack it hard while he moaned and groaned
at the pleasurable sensation Jake was giving him. He suddenly
tensed and grunted and shot a long thick stream of semen out onto the
floor of the tent with a loud audible splatter. He tensed again
and grunted as another big shot splashed onto the floor.
Each
time Mak tensed to squirt his semen out, his sphincter clenched hard
onto the base of Jake's thick cock and an amazing wave of pulses flowed
up the rings of muscles along Mak's rectum one after another in rapid
succession up to the end of Jake's twelve inch penis. Jake could
take no more and he cried out as his orgasm slammed into him and his
own sphincter clenched tightly as he thrust forward hard into Mak and the skin of his scrotum bunched up
and his pelvic muscle squeezed tightly and launched a jet of his cum deep
into his lover's bowels.
Again
and again Jake groaned and bucked
hard against Mak's ass pumping spurt after long powerful spurt of semen
into him while Mak continued to moan and work his own cock shooting his
entire load out onto the floor of the tent. Finally the bull had
shot everything he had and he let go of his cock and once again
the thick tool quite suddenly went soft and dangled loosely as it
rapidly shrank and pulled itself, dripping cum profusely, back up into
its base.
Jake felt like
he was about to pass out from the intensity of his orgasm before it
finally crested and started to fade back down and he slowed his humping
while breathing hard and sweating from the exertion.
At last the
orgasm subsided fully and Jake pushed himself all the way back into Mak
with the bull's tail pushed off to the side and he collapsed onto his
back and stayed still while the pulses of his pelvic muscle slowed to a
stop and the last of his cum oozed out of his cock into the young
bull's rectum.
He lay like that for a while as his cock began to soften and shrink and the two of them panted to catch their breath.
The
floor beneath Mak was covered with several large puddles of his thick
pearly cum and his dripping cock had retracted all the way in to its
base. Mak didn't care about the mess and he lay down flat on the
floor and then Jake lifted himself up as Mak turned beneath him, covering himself in his own cum, to lay
on his back and Jake settled back down onto him and put his arms around
the big bull's thick neck and rubbed his face against Mak's cheek.
The
young bull wrapped his huge arms around Jake and squeezed him harder
than ever and said, "That was the most incredible thing I've ever felt.
I didn't know how good it would feel to have you inside me like
that. Thanks, Jake. That was terrific!"
"I loved
fucking you. I doubt I could ever describe to you just how much
you turn me on. Just seeing you there spread out before me and
waiting for me to take you was so amazing," Jake said.
The
two
kissed and then cuddled for a time and before long the deeply relaxing
lethargy after the release of their orgasms dragged them both down to
sleep again.
...
Jake woke alone in the brightly lit tent the next morning with a raging hard on.
He
supposed waking up with stiff morning wood was going to be a routine
thing with his new, young body. He wished Mak was still here with
him to help him bring his cock back down.
He looked over into
the corner of the tent near his head hoping to find Mak's socks there.
He had an urge to sniff them while jacking off.
Unfortunately, they were gone.
He briefly wondered where Mak was, then heard the sound of scraping outside and smelled something cooking.
He
crawled out of the tent and rose up into a long stretch that felt
fantastic. He'd slept like a rock the rest of the night and felt
ready to face the day. The chill morning air quickly began to
take care of his stiffy problem and his cock began to shrink down.
He looked around and spotted his shorts and went over to pick
them up and slip them on.
He looked over and saw Mak now wearing
his shorts, socks and hiking boots. He had already skinned the
large rabbit and had staked out the pelt with the fur side down and was
scraping the blood and fat off of it to get it ready to dry.
Mak
looked up and smiled at Jake and said, "Good morning, sexy. You
were sleeping so well I thought I'd let you rest a bit longer while I
did some chores out here."
"Morning, Mak," Jake said and smiled back at him.
He
looked around and saw that Mak had been busy for a while. He saw
the two large black-furred pelts already stretched out and drying.
There was no sign of the carcasses. Perhaps their meat was
not usable or not appealing. He saw a disgusting collection of
parts in a heap off to one side. It looked like intestines and
sinews and larger chunks of bone and things that Mak was likely going
to be turning into some useful things.
Well away from that on a
clean piece of balloon material was a small pile of meat that must have
come from the bunny. Over the fire was a spit covered in more
chunks of meat that were sizzling away and giving off a succulent
aroma. Mak would reach up occasionally and turn the spit.
Mak
noticed Jake looking at the cooking meat and said, "We only have the
meat for now. I didn't have time to go out and look for roots or
anything to add to it. It'll give us the energy we'll need to go
to the wreckage."
Jake nodded and said, "You've been busy.
You should have woke me up to help you out. I feel pretty
useless over here."
Mak
smiled and said, "You're not useless,
Jake. You saved my ass last night taking on a six-legged furry
killer single handedly with your knife. You even stood your
ground against a whole pack of them to try to give me time to get away.
You're my hero! Besides, I have several
other uses for you and they happen to be my new favorite things in the
world to do. Beyond that you can just relax if you like and let
me deal with this boring stuff."
Jake smiled and said, "Fine.
I'm gonna go off and use the bushes to relieve myself and then
I'll come back and relax while you do that boring shit you do so well."
Jake
went off into the bushes and took a long piss against a tree and then
opened his shorts and pulled them down to squat and take a dump.
He was afraid to touch himself with any the unfamiliar foliage around him,
so he couldn't wipe, and he just stood and pulled his shorts back up and
fastened them.
He walked back into camp and crouched near Komakwa
to watch him work.
"I wonder if we'll get lucky and find the wreckage today or if it will take a lot of searching," Jake mused aloud.
"I've
found it already. There's a big tree over that way and I climbed
up it and looked back to where the main hull of the ship should be.
I watched where it came down while I was spinning through the air
in the seat so I had a pretty good idea where it was. It's not
too far across a river in that direction," Mak pointed off into the
woods and continued, "There's still a bit of smoke rising off it so it
was easy to spot. It shouldn't take us more than a couple of
hours to reach it and there will still be plenty of daylight left to
try to find the QECH gear and see if it still works."
Jake
shook
his head in wonder, "You never cease to amaze me, Mak. I really
couldn't have crashed with a better guy. You've rebuilt our fire,
skinned three big animals, cut up some meat and set some to cooking,
and put the rest of their usable parts in a pile. You climbed a
tree and spotted our way out of this mess, and now you're prepping some
pelts to make us stuff with while cooking our breakfast! We used
to have an
advertisement back home for our army that talked about how they do more
by 9 AM than most people do all day. They could have used you as
the poster boy.
You're making this whole thing so easy for me that it's more like
a camping vacation than a life and death struggle for survival.
All I've accomplished so far was to fuck you real hard and then
sleep."
Mak
smiled and said, "We aim to please here at Camp Komakwa Adventure
Tours. We hope that you enjoyed your flight in. We know that you've already taken advantage of our host
and we hope that you will do so again at your earliest convenience. May the rest of your stay be as pleasant and
fulfilling as your first night was. Please be sure and tell all
of your friends how much fun you had," and he winked at Jake.
Jake
laughed and his heart swelled with love for the young bull. He was
the epitome of the perfect male. He was big and stunningly beautiful, muscular and rugged, kind and
caring, hardworking and capable, all topped off with a great sense of
humor. Jake felt like the luckiest of the few humans left in the
universe.
He moved over to Komakwa and kissed his smiling face
and said, "You really are something special, Mak. I love you so
much it almost hurts."
Mak
smiled and his eyes sparkled from the joyful tears that welled up in
them and he said, "I love you too. I couldn't possibly be happier
than I am right now."
He
kissed Jake once more and nuzzled his face with his wide, soft, bovine
nose, and then looked down at his handy work and said, "I think this is
clean enough. With luck we won't even need any of this stuff and
we'll get lifted off here in another day or so but I figured I would
get it done just in case."
He stood and stretched and then went and poked at the meat over the fire and declared it ready to eat.
Mak left the meat on the spit and they ate it Brazilian barbecue
style by cutting off slices with their knives and eating them.
The meat was greasy and rich with a slightly gamy taste but to
Jake's rumbling stomach it tasted just fine and he gobbled down quite a
bit of it before he finally felt stuffed.
Mak wanted to maintain
his momentum so he suggested they break the camp and drag everything
over to the river and find a suitable spot there to set up a more
permanent camp next to a water source.
Jake went to work
breaking down the tent and rolling it with the blankets and the floor
into a bundle. He then took down the tarp over the fire and Mak
took a couple of the sheets of balloon they'd used for the tarp and
used one of them to neatly roll up the pelts into a bundle, and the
other like a large sack to hold the parts he'd saved for future use.
He tied things off using lengths of the tough cord that had
attached the balloons to the seat.
Once they had everything squared away they picked up the bundles and walked off in the direction that Mak had indicated earlier.
It
took less than an hour of walking to reach the river. It was
shallow and wide and fairly slow moving. It would be easy to
cross anywhere.
The area across the river was a fairly open field
and Mak wasn't comfortable with the openness of it and they moved back
into the woods a short way and looked around for a good clearing in
which to set up their camp.
They found a spot and decided to just
leave their stuff there and take only the knives and a couple of new
spears Mak had made for protection while they went and searched for the
wreckage. Mak climbed a large tree and slung the bundles up out
of reach of animals and they set off back toward the river.
They
swam across and continued to walk through the open plains that were made up of incredibly tall grasses dotted with
occasional scrub brush and clusters of trees, toward where Mak thought
the main part of the wreckage should be. After a bit more than an
hour they spotted light smoke from it and headed in that direction.
Jake
had imagined finding tiny fragments of ship scattered over a wide area
of landscape but the craft must have been built amazingly solidly
because there were really only a few major chunks. Part of a wing
was here and a whole wing over there and good part of the tail section
further back. The bottom half of the front part of the main
fuselage was in one place and the mid section in another. There
were smaller bits scattered about here and there but it had mostly
stayed together in one small area.
The smoke from the wreckage
was mainly some brush that had caught fire from the blast of plasma
from the still thrusting engines as they hit the ground along with the
main bank of batteries that had shorted out when it crashed.
"Doesn't
the ship use antimatter to create the plasma? I would think there
would be a big vaporized crater and tiny fragments of ship everywhere
from the antimatter breaking free and annihilating all of the matter
around it in a big blast of energy,"
Jake said.
"It uses antimatter, but you would be surprised how
little it takes to power a ship this size. When there are no
shields or weapons or a big engine there is no actual antimatter
contained in advance. It's generated from the stored fuel and
immediately annihilated to create the plasma. When the ship
crashes, the whole process just stops. It's not like a big shuttle
or a fighter. Those have antimatter containment so they can
generate the antimatter continually to fill the storage buffer and dump
it in huge amounts to power the big engines, shields, or weapons as
needed. That's what I meant before when I said to pilot a fighter craft
you have to manage energy. There's only so much and if you dump
it all into thrust, weapons and shields at once there's less for each
individual function and you'd quickly deplete the storage buffer and
have to wait for the trickle of generated antimatter to slowly recharge
it. If you want to get extreme thrust or weapons or shields you
dump all of the stored antimatter into that one function and get a
massive boost at the expense of the other functions. It's a
constant balancing act," Komakwa explained.
Jake nodded and said, "That makes sense."
Mak
pointed at the front part of the fuselage and said, "The
QECH gear is in a hatch under the floor just behind where the seats
were, in the main fuselage. It has its own self contained solid
polymer battery so it should still have power if it survived the
crash. The fuselage looks pretty solid so chances are the gear is
just fine. You'll be talking to Srythryn within minutes and we'll
be out of here in a day or two."
They walked toward it but Mak stopped short and looked
around at the ground. Then he looked concerned and started
looking further around and then walked past the fuselage and looked
toward the field on the other side.
"What is it?" Jake asked, "Are there tracks of the big predator or something? Should we be looking for cover?"
Mak
shook his head and said, "No, it's not an animal, unless there's one
out here that's learned to wear boots. It looks like tracks from
some of my people, but it can't be. Nobody is allowed out here."
"Well,
we're not allowed out here, yet here we are. Maybe someone is
doing their ascendance trial and happened to be in this spot?"
"No,
it can't be. There are at least three different tracks here.
It's not just one person," Mak said, sounding confused, "I don't
get it. They can't possibly have found us here. If they had,
there would be search parties fanning out. They would be circling
in the sky and would have found us by now. This is just strange."
He
went back to the fuselage and looked inside and then shouted, "What
the...?" and jumped onto the ship and moved toward the access hatch to
the QECH gear.
Jake ran up to the wreckage to get a look at what
Mak had seen. The panel looked as though it had been torn open
using some sort of tool and there was a bit of smoke rising out of it.
Mak was staring incredulously into the hole in the floor.
Jake jumped up onto the fuselage and made his way over and looked
in.
There was what looked like a hard metal case inside the
hole that had been bashed several times until it broke open and then
the contents completely destroyed.
"Someone did this
intentionally!" Mak exclaimed, "This didn't happen in the crash.
Look, the panel was jammed shut from the impact and someone pried
an edge up here and then tore it open. They bashed open the
hardened case and then jammed something into the electronics over and
over again to wreck it. Someone wanted to make sure we couldn't
communicate with anyone."
"That just doesn't make sense," Jake
said, "Like you said, how could anyone know we were out here? If
they did, why would they try to make sure we couldn't communicate?
This obviously can't be the work of a search party out looking
for you."
"No, it can't. I don't know who it might be, Jake, but they can't have good intentions towards us."
"Should
we retreat back to our camp then? Should we try to hide from them
until we can figure out what to do? They wrecked our one chance
at ending this adventure quickly. We can't call Srythryn for help
now and it doesn't seem like it would be safe to count on whoever did
this to help us either."
"No, we won't run. They'd
probably find us eventually whoever they are. We know they're out
here now just as they know we are. I say we turn the tables and
hunt them down. Let's track them and find out where they are. I'll bet
they have their own QECH gear we could use. Let's see if we can
find their camp and sneak in and make a call," Mak suggested.
"Your
figurative balls are even more massive than your real ones, Mak.
Do you really think we could pull that off?" Jake asked.
"Do
you have any better idea?" Mak asked, "It might be our only chance to
get out of this quickly. They know we're here so we can't
possibly run from them long enough to be rescued by someone else.
We need to go in and face them head on."
"If you had a contract too I'd be all for it, but I don't want you taking any crazy risks," Jake said.
Komakwa
said, "I understand your concern, but it's my life and I get to choose
what risks I take and which I don't. Let's go."
Mak jumped down off the wreckage and turned to wait for Jake. It appeared that Jake had no choice in the matter.
He stood, but before he could go to join Mak two large bulls jumped out of the tall grass behind Mak and ran towards him.
Even
as Jake was about to shout a warning to Mak, he heard a noise behind
him and then the young bull's eyes opened wide and he yelled, "Jake,
look out!"
There was an explosion of stars and everything went black.
...
Jake's
head was absolutely pounding when he began to regain consciousness.
This was the second time in a less than a day that it had taken a
beating.
He opened his eyes slowly, squinting until they adjusted to the
level of light. It looked to be mid day.
He
was
sitting on the ground in a large open area with his back to a large
pole and his hands were tied together behind it, and his feet were tied
together in front of him. He looked around
and saw that he was in the middle of a camp. Off to one side
there was a large military style tent and to the other side he saw
another smaller tent and off in the distance was a craft that looked
just like the one he and Komakwa had crashed in.
He strained to look further around and saw another
tent and some storage crates stacked around. One stack of crates
nearby had a large crowbar on top of it.
Jake heard a strange
thrumming noise that he had trouble localizing. He looked around
trying to determine where it came from and then realized it was coming from
right over his head. He looked up and at the top of the pole he'd
been tied to, about ten feet up, he saw a large strange looking device
that was brown and shaped sort of like a crystalline cube with odd, shard-like appendages
sticking out of it. It seemed to pulse with a faint glowing
inside it and the thrumming noise got slightly higher and lower in
frequency along with the pulses. Jake had no idea what it might
be.
He looked around him to try to see if Mak was tied up anywhere but he saw nobody.
Suddenly he heard raised voices coming from the nearest tent...
"I
don't give a shit what he said, I'm gonna use it. I've never seen
one like it before. I like the shape. When will we ever get
another chance like this?" one voice said.
"It's not gonna cooperate. You'll get your cock bitten off if you try anything," another voice said.
"It just needs some incentive to make it behave and play along. Bring the boy," said the first voice.
"I
don't think we should. He's out searching for them with the
others and he could be back any minute. If he finds out he'll
kill us," said the second voice.
"He won't be back for hours yet. He doesn't know we have them," said the first voice.
"Let's think this over. You know it's against our rules," said a third voice.
"I'm tired of him pushing his ancient rules on us! I said bring the boy!" shouted the first voice.
There was silence for a moment and then a bit of a struggle and Jake heard Komakwa shout, "Let me go!"
A
large bull emerged from the tent and walked over towards Jake and a
wicked looking grin crossed his face when he saw Jake was conscious.
"Well, look here. It's awake," the bull said.
Two
other bulls emerged from the tent with Mak struggling between them.
It was the two bulls Jake had seen coming up behind Mak just
before the lights went out. Komakwa's hands were tied behind his
back but his legs were free and he was kicking hard to try to break
free.
The first bull grabbed the large crowbar off the stack of
crates and walked over toward Jake and raised the bar up as if to cave in Jake's head and looked back at Komakwa and
shouted, "If you continue to struggle, I'll smash its skull in!"
Mak immediately settled down and said, "No! Please, don't hurt him!"
"Shut
the fuck up!" the bull yelled at Mak, "On second thought, I won't smash
its skull in. If
you try anything, if you say anything, we'll beat its arms and legs and
balls into a fine paste and make sure he gets to stay alive with all
that pain. You're gonna lay there quietly and watch. Don't say a fucking word."
Mak went quiet and
the two bulls dragged him over near the crates and pushed him down on
the ground and then proceeded to tie his ankles together and then
pulled them up behind him and tied his wrists to them as well and
pushed him over on his side facing Jake.
The first large bull,
crowbar still in hand, went over to where Mak was and stood behind him
facing Jake and said, "We're gonna use you for a little fun, alien.
If you try anything, if you even scrape us a bit with your teeth,
we'll cave in the skull of your little boy playmate here. We know
he hasn't ascended yet and has no contract. He'll be gone for
good."
Jake's heart started hammering in his chest. He
couldn't risk Mak getting hurt. He knew he had no choice but to
play along. His modifications would prevent them from hurting him
anyhow. He'd just let them use him and get it over with.
"Fine, I won't try anything, just don't make him watch," Jake said.
The
bull chuckled and said, "Making him watch is half the fun. You
don't get to say anything else. Shut up and get ready to get
fucked."
The three large bulls all took their clothes off and
threw them aside and the first one told another to come over and take
the crowbar from him.
"If it tries anything, if it bites or
scratches or tries in any way to stop this or get away, crush the boy's
fucking skull and make sure the alien sees it happening," the first
bull said.
The second bull nodded and stood over Mak with the crowbar.
"I don't think this is a good idea," the third bull said.
"Your
cock is hard as rock. You know you want to do it. If you
do, then shut up and do it. If not then fuck off and let us have
our fun," the first bull said.
The first bull untied Jake's
hands and grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from the pole and
threw him face down in the dirt.
"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.
Jake
complied. He wasn't going to do anything that might put Mak at
risk. They must have known he wouldn't because they didn't even
bother to tie his hands again.
The
first bull got behind Jake
and went down on his knees. He reached under Jake and undid his
shorts and roughly pulled them down to his knees. He then reached
out and started caressing
Jake's skin and pinching at it. He put his hands between Jake's
legs and felt the fur on his balls and then reached further around and
touched his pubic hair.
"It may be alien, but it's fucking
amazing looking. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't try
fucking it," the bull said to the others and they both grinned wickedly
and nodded.
The first bull grabbed one of Jake's hips to hold
him steady while he used his other hand to guide the head of his
massive cock against Jake's anus and pressed hard. He then took
his hand off his penis and grabbed Jake's other hip and began to pull
Jake hard while pushing himself forward to try to jam his cock in.
Jake's
anus exploded into a blinding hot fire of pain and he realized if he
didn't try to help the bull get in he might get seriously ripped back
there. He did his best to relax and pushed hard to open up his
asshole and suddenly the blunt head of the bull's hard penis breached
and entered his rectum. There was another flash of pain but it
wasn't much worse than when Mak fucked him before. Jake tried to
stay relaxed as his asshole was stretched to its limit and the big bull
continued to shove the full length of his oozing penis into Jake.
The top two thirds of the thick penis was slimy just as Mak's
normally is from being held up inside the bull's body so it was
lubricated enough that it wouldn't rip Jake's rectum apart.
The
big bull paused and then grunted and shoved hard again and more of his
long thick cock forced its way into Jake. Jake did not want to
give the bull any sort of pleasure but completely against his will the
rings of muscles along his rectum began to engage, gripping the bull's
cock along its length and heightening the sensation he was getting.
There was nothing Jake
could do but let the bull use him.
One more time there was a loud
grunt and the bull pulled hard on Jake's hips while shoving with all
his might and finally his penis buried itself fully and the bull's
massive balls slammed up against Jake's, and he moaned at the sensation
of the full length of his cock being gripped and massaged by the
muscles in Jake's rectum.
The
bull held the
position and moaned and said, "Fuck, it's so tight. It's working
my cock so hard. I don't think it's ever had a real man inside it
before. It's loving this."
He moaned his pleasure once more and then looked at the other bull and said, "Go ahead and
use the mouth stupid, don't just stand there. Remember, alien, if
he feels the slightest scrape of your teeth the boy will be dead in
seconds."
The other bull grinned and got down on his knees in
front of Jake and grabbed him by the hair with one hand and lifted his head back,
then he took his massive thick cock in his other hand and brought the
fat blunt tip of it up to Jake's mouth.
Jake
saw the precum
oozing steadily from the large slit at the center of the blunt end of
the cock and immediately smelled the odor of urine and filth from the
moist slime and bits of smegma the end of the cock was covered in from being kept up
inside the bull's body. Jake tried not to think about it and
opened wide and relaxed his jaw and throat to allow the modifications
made to him to do their thing. He continued to try to keep his
eyes forward so he wouldn't have to see Mak watching all of this.
The bull pushed hard and his cock
head went right into Jake's mouth and jammed up against the back of
this throat. The bull then took Jake's hair in both hands and
began to shove his cock down into Jake's throat forcefully while
grunting and thrusting. With each thrust a few more inches shoved
their way down Jake's throat until finally the big bull's cock was all
the way in and his massive, smelly balls bumped up against Jake's chin
and his sweaty pubic area mashed against Jake's nose.
The bull
then pulled almost the full length of his dirty penis back and then
shoved the whole thing forcefully down Jake's throat again with a grunt
and then moaned, "Fuck, this is incredible. You were right.
It would have been a shame not to use it."
The bull behind
Jake was now pulling back and thrusting forward with all of his might
slamming Jake forward and the one in front was pulling out and slamming
his cock back into Jake sending him back again.
They built up a
rhythm as they grunted and moaned and groaned and bucked hard against
Jake at both ends and he was being hammered back and forth between the
four hundred pound masses of muscular sweaty bulls. Both of their
moans seemed to begin to rise in pitch as they approached their
orgasms and suddenly the one in front tensed and shoved himself in hard
and held the position as he shot his first thick volley of cum down
Jake's throat.
The one behind followed suit and grunted and then
roared as he slammed into Jake's ass and held as he pumped a jet of his
seed into Jake.
The two bulls moaned and continued to buck against Jake as they filled him with their sperm until they had nothing left.
Suddenly
the one at the front pushed in hard once more and tensed and grunted
lightly and Jake felt his belly begin to fill with hot liquid
and he heard the bull in font of him sigh.
"What the fuck are you doing?" asked the bull behind.
"I'm taking a piss. I've been holding it for a while and this seems as good a place as any to do it," the bull chuckled.
The bull behind Jake moaned and then tensed and grunted and Jake felt his bowels begin to fill with hot urine too.
The
front bull's penis quickly softened and began to pull out of Jake's
throat and as the bull pulled back to let the penis retract into its
sheath it was still streaming hot, smelly, dark yellow urine and the
bull continued to hold Jake's hair while he pissed the last out onto
his face.
Jake
felt the penis of the first bull in his ass begin
to soften and pull out too leaving a stream of hot piss and as it
pulled out it continued to spray bull piss out onto Jake's ass and
back. Jake could not hold in the massive load of piss that was
already in his bowels and they released and as humiliating as it was to
do it in front of Mak he had no choice but to let the stream of piss
flow out of his asshole.
The three bulls began to laugh.
"That
was amazing. Its guts should be good and cleaned out now.
It's my turn to fuck it," the bull standing over Komakwa said.
The
first, who had instigated the whole thing went over and took the
crowbar from him and brandished it over Mak's head while Mak looked at
Jake's eyes with an expression that said how sorry he was that all of this was
happening and how enraged he was.
Jake
knew the young bull had
no choice but to stay silent and do nothing or the bulls would simply
beat Jake to a pulp without killing him and let him suffer. Worse
yet, they might kill Mak. They both had to play along to try to
get out of this alive.
The
third bull went behind Jake and lined his slimy cock up while firmly grabbing Jake's hips and in one
incredibly powerful push he brutally shoved the entire length of his
thick penis up into Jake with a long grunt and then immediately began
to buck hard against him pulling his long cock out and shoving it all
back in again with all his might.
Once again even though Jake
did not want it to happen, the rings of muscles along his rectum
involuntarily engaged giving the large bull a terrific sensation along
the length of his thick cock.
"What's going on here? I told you the boy was not to be harmed!" shouted a familiar voice.
Jake
looked over and to his shock he saw Troska come up beside the large
bull that was holding the crowbar. The bull behind Jake gasped and
pulled quickly out of him and went to the side to stand next to the
second who had moved away from the instigator.
Troska
looked over at Jake, then down at Komakwa, and then finally looked
coldly at the bull holding the crowbar and held out his hand.
The
bull immediately handed the crowbar to Troska and said, "I'm sorry sir.
We only wanted to enjoy the exotic creature. I knew it
wouldn't allow us to unless I gave it some incentive. I intended no
harm to the boy."
Troska's eyes narrowed as he considered what to do.
"Please, sir, it was only an idle threat for show," the bull implored.
Troska harrumphed in his usual way and said in his gravely voice, "Well, this isn't."
He
wound up and brought the crowbar down on the rapist's skull and the
bull cried out in pain and fell to his knees. Troska's face
twisted into a mask of rage and he brought the crowbar up again and
smashed it down onto the bull's skull harder and there was a sickening
cracking sound and the bull fell the rest of the way to the ground.
Troska's face relaxed into a cold sneer when he saw the bull was
completely still but he brought the crowbar up once more and grunted as
he swung it down and completely caved in the bull's skull. He
then glared at the other two bulls who were frozen in horror and too
afraid to do anything.
It was immediately clear to Jake that Troska was the leader of the group and they were actually afraid of the old bastard.
In
a calm but stern voice Troska said to the bulls, "You will atone for
these actions. Bestiality and homosexuality are not allowed by our faith and you
know it. You have laid with a beast, and a male one no less, and you are sullied. Tie it
back to the post, immediately!"
The
two bulls went to Jake, who was still dripping and stinking of bull
urine with his shorts down around his knees, and grabbed his arms and
hauled him back to the post and tied his hands together behind it once
more.
Troska
then stepped over the corpse at his feet and turned and gave it a kick
and said, "Take this thing away from here. Put it out in the
field for the scavengers to pick over. If you do not wish to
enjoy the same fate then you will return to the chapel tent and wait
for me there."
Without a word the two bulls rushed to grab the corpse of the instigator and dragged it out of the camp and off into the fields.
Jake
realized Troska must be not only a leader, but a priest of some sort.
These all must be members of the movement that had been courting
Mak. How the hell did they find Jake and Mak out here though?
Apparently,
Mak had the same thought because he asked, "How did you find us here
Troska? How did you know where to look? What do you intend
to do with us?"
The old bull looked down at Mak and said, "You
are so easy to manipulate. I needed to get you away from your
father without raising any suspicion about myself. My original
plan was to take you when you came here for your ascendance and use the
forty days to convince you of how important our cause was. I
thought I already had you close to joining us, but then along came this
alien creature grown by the cursed First Ones and hired by your father
to warp your mind away from your proper course. I decided to try
to accelerate the plan. I put tracers in both scout ships and
planted the simple idea in your head that you were not worthy to even
attempt the ascendance. I knew you would not be able to resist
the urge to test that theory for yourself by coming here. You
even obliged us further by making yourself untraceable so your father
would never know where you went. Our own tracer was hidden in the
main fuselage so we were easily able to track you.
"Imagine
my
surprise when we got here and discovered you'd crashed so we had no
idea where you'd come down. I knew you would likely be clever
enough to think to
come back to the wreckage to use the QECH system to get help. I
made sure it was destroyed in case you got to it before we were able to
set up this camp, and that my men stayed hidden and waited for
you to come to us. It was getting dark by the time we got set up
so we had to postpone our search for you until morning. We headed
out at first light this morning looking for the seats.
We found the one abandoned near
the hill and we followed the tracks back to your camp site but you were
already
gone. We continued to follow you back to the wreckage and knew
you'd
been caught there and taken here.
"As for what I intend, it is what I've always
intended. I will convince you of the importance of our cause and
you will help us to bring your father on board. He will use his
influence to poison the relations between our people and the First Ones
and help us to convince all of our people to break free from their
interfering grasp. We will no longer be a puppet show for their
entertainment. We will splinter from the collective and retreat
to defend our own worlds from the corruption of outside influences.
We will return to the old ways and live as the proud race that we
are. Some of us will also do our part to bring down the cursed
First Ones that they may never be a threat to us again."
"You're
mad! You can't possibly hope to take down the First Ones!
You're just a bunch of zealots. Dealing with you would be
easier for them than swatting a fly. How can you be crazy enough
to hope to go up against them?" Mak asked.
"We could not do it
by ourselves, you are correct. We've recently been approached by
some very powerful and like-minded friends and we have joined them as
allies. They have some tricks that will help us achieve our
goals," Troska said.
"What allies could be powerful enough to help you?"
"We have joined with the Zeths," Troska said, and he smiled as his words sunk in and he saw the expression on Komakwa's face.
"You've
joined with the Zeths? The same Zeths my father died so many
times fighting? The same ones who gave you most of the scars you
wear now? You are mad!" Komakwa shouted.
"No,
I'm not mad. I am enlightened. We could not communicate
with the Zeths since they have always been immune to the First Ones'
toys and thus their language is unknown to our translators and ours is
unknown to them, so to us they were always simply another dirty alien
race and the most aggressive of them. The Zeths have been working
hard on the communication problem and have found a solution that
enables them to speak with us. We now know that their agenda
aligns well with our own. They've also told us that they can
provide us the means to reach our goals. They have toys of their
own you see, and they have asked us to help bring them to bear in the
conflict to bring the First Ones down. That is
our primary goal and we will not allow anyone, nor any race, to stand in
our way. We will do what is necessary to end the reign of the
First Ones for the good of the universe even if other races must fall
along the road to our victory."
"No
matter what you may believe of yourself Troska, you really are insane.
If you go against the Fist Ones openly you risk the wrath of the
Lawkeepers. You are putting our entire race at risk of
annihilation! This is utter madness!" Mak said.
"That is
enough!" Troska shouted, "I am not foolish enough to attack them in the
open! Why do you think everything we do is cloaked in secrecy?
The Zeths knew that they could not win the war against the First
Ones with all of the might of the collective backing them up.
They moved several of their forces to secret locations
around the universe, brought a massive force across the worm gate from
their galaxy, and then utterly destroyed the gates to seal off access
back to their galaxy. They are now safe from further invasion
until the First Ones can carry a new worm gate across the gap which
will take millions of years. They have sufficient forces left
here on this side to try to attack the First Ones in a more strategic
and indirect manner and bring them down using their own technology.
They have enlisted our aid in that endeavor."
Mak was
about to say something else but Troska raised his hand in warning and
said, "I will not discuss it with you further right now. We will
have a great many more words on the subject in the near future and I
assure you I will bring you to our side. You will see that it is
the only way for our race to fully return to its former purity," Troska
said.
He walked over to Jake and sneered at him and said, "As for you, you are a tool of the First Ones and I have no use for you."
He raised the crowbar over his head and prepared to bring it down on Jake's skull.
Jake
did not want to die and leave Mak alone with this mad man. He had
to find a way to stay alive so he could try to help him out of this.
A thought suddenly struck him.
"Wait!" he shouted.
Troska paused and his eyes narrowed.
"You
may have no use for me, but you need to keep me alive now. If you
bash in my head I'll die and then I'll wake in the Matchmaker's chair
and tell them everything you've just said. You can't wipe the
knowledge now. The favors in my head have been transmitting the
changes in my brain to them and it's all there in the map of my mind back in
the First Ones' computers and as soon as they resurrect me I'll
remember it all. They'll know your crazy plan and they'll be able
to act to protect themselves! The Lawkeepers will annihilate you
and your followers!"
"Yes, that's right!" Mak exclaimed, "You can't kill him! You would be putting our entire race at risk of retribution!"
Troska's
eyes never left Jake's as his face relaxed and he smiled, lowered the crowbar, and said,
"Well, aren't you a clever little creature? Not quite as clever as you think, however. You may have been
wondering what that strange device is over your head."
Jake
looked up at the pulsing device that had been thrumming away overhead
at the top of the pole the whole time, but he said nothing and looked
back at Troska and waited.
"It
is one of the toys the Zeths have
given us to aid us in our quest. You see, they have been working
on ways to achieve what has previously been thought to be impossible.
They have not yet found a way to tap into the QECH system to gain
control of the favors but they are hard at work on it and will likely
soon succeed and be able to turn them against their masters and any who
stand in our way in bringing them down. The favors of the First
Ones will be our tool to literally dissolve anyone who stands in our
way. Entire planets will be at our mercy. We will be able
to command the favors to break everything down at the molecular level
until it is nothing but a soup of elements. Ultimately we will
use them to annihilate the First Ones themselves. The technology
is not ready but very close.
"In the mean time,
they have found a way to permanently sever the wormhole that ties the favors in
your body back to the QECH, and the device up on that pole is
the prototype of their technology. Anything
that relies on a wormhole to communicate will become useless when it
comes into range of this device's influence and the wormhole that links
the photon to its twin at the hub is cut. The device's range
is several hundred miles. We placed it here and powered it up
within an hour of your crash yesterday. Shortly after your crash
it severed the tie between the photons in the favors in your head and
the First Ones. The whole time you've been here on the planet the
favors in your brain have been dutifully trying to send their signal
back to the first ones but their communication has gone nowhere.
The new memories you've been forming have not been
transmitted to them.
"When next you awake in their accursed puppeteer's
chair the last thing you will remember is crashing on the planet.
You will have no memory of anything that happened since and you
will obviously have no recollection of our little discussion. You
will of course know that Komakwa came here to the planet, and that is unfortunate.
It would have been far better for us if you hadn't continued to
interfere by joining him on the ship. We will have to settle for
the fact that you will have no knowledge of my involvement, or what
exactly happened to Komakwa here after the two of you were separated in the crash. I will ensure that you do not
attempt to try to find him. I will have three months to work on
him while you stew in the Resurrectors' cooking pot and by the time you
emerge you will find your relationship with the boy in quite a
different state than you left it I assure you."
Jake's heart
sank as he realized that if what Troska was saying was true, then he
would not even remember making up with Mak and healing their
relationship. It took him at least a couple of hours to make his
way to Mak and the device would have already turned on and broken the
link from his favors back to the First Ones. He would have no
memory of the wonderful love making they enjoyed at the camp or
anything that happened there! His last memory of the young bull
would be his rage at Jake on the ship just before the crash! He
could not believe this!
"You'll
never change my mind towards him Troska! You must know that!
I'll always love him! No matter what you do to me, I will
do everything in my power to find Jake again and tell him everything we
did together here! He will know how much I love him!" Mak shouted.
Again,
Troska's face relaxed and he smiled and he continued to stare at Jake
as he said, "We will see, young one. For now, I will greatly enjoy
changing the shape of this creature's skull to match the one I worked
so well earlier. It is time, alien, for you to return to your
makers."
Troska's face twisted into a sneer and he brought the crowbar up over his head again.
Mak yelled, "No! If you do this I swear I will kill myself and you will never..."
The
crowbar was already on its downward swing and, before the young bull
could finish his sentence, it came down on Jake's head for what was
likely the first of several times, but Jake would have the mercy of
feeling only the first blow.
There was a flash of intense pain and an explosion of stars and everything went black.
***
If you enjoyed this story and would like to read more from the author
please look in the Gay/Adult-Youth section at Nifty.org for...
The Patriarch
- The ongoing adventures of a man, possibly the only one
remaining in the world, and the young boy he takes under his wing as
they travel through a world where the majority of the human race has
been wiped out by a plague. The disease's lethality was
linked to
sexual maturity killing the adults and leaving the earth's children to
fend for themselves.
The Sock Thief
- The
heart warming story of how a humorous encounter brought about by
a fetish not only leads to unexpectedly wild sex between a man and a
teenage boy, but also changes their lives in a way neither
could have foreseen.
Bang the Drummer
- The
story of a submissive man who uses his video game skills to win the right to be properly used by
some neighbors.
Predators
- The
story of a man who enjoys a hobby of luring teenage boys in for a bit
of innocent exploration in the woods.
or
check the Gay/SF-Fantasy section for...
Love and Lycanthropy
- What if after a long life of loneliness you finally found the
one person who you could truly love? What if you found out that
there might be moments when he wanted to tear you to bits and eat those
bits? Find out how a man who brings home a homeless teenager
finds love he never knew he was capable of and learns to cope with the
one minor quirk the boy is afflicted with.
The Hawthorne Accord
- The adventures
of a teenage boy who is rescued from a cruel fate in his home village by a friend,
but ultimately finds himself on his own and hunted in a world that is
being
ravaged by brutal race wars between the humans and three races of
monsters: kobolds, orcs and ogres. He discovers in his travels
that the world is not quite entirely the way he'd thought it was and
that even a single teenage boy can make a difference in the fate of
entire races, including his own.
James and the Giant Perv
- A humorous modern fairy tale involving three teenage boys,
some "beans", a very tall pervert who dwells in his own kingdom in the
clouds, and the various interesting ways they find to enjoy each other
sexually.
Feedback
is the fuel for the author's engine. All comments are much
appreciated
even if they say nothing more than "Liked it, thanks." or "Hated it,
don't go there again."
Thank you,
JakeXtraTall@gmail.com
The
Nifty Archive is an incredible source of wonderful stories that
provides so many of us with countless hours of entertainment. If you
enjoyed this story I would greatly appreciate if you would do your part
and donate something to the site to help cover the cost of running the
archive.
http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html