Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2023 11:08:23 +0000 From: Barcya Subject: Alien Re-erection pt 2 Donate to Nifty archives and ensure this great service continues https://donate.nifty.org/ "take that bitch!" Ben yeowled He let the paddle fly again, cracking Jackson across his bare jock arse as he squatted, hands on knees hooked into the cum-milking device. Jackson wailed in delight mixed with pain. Since their capture and enslavement by the Berosseans, the three lads had been required to almost hourly dump a load into the alien dairy. These Berosseans had an obsessive drive to milk the captured human males for all they were worth. Gallons of spunk for whatever weird experiments these prospective masters of the human species were engaging in. Jackson, 25, ripping young American jock, Kyle his 30year old buddy, and Ben their 40 something political nemesis were being kept in the dark slave pen aboard the Berossean spacecraft, naked as nature and continuous being pumped of their manjuice. The alien technology that had previously so easily energised and stimulated their respective mojos with lucid heterosexual fantasies (except for Ben, who was treated to the spectacle of his hetero jock former adversaries getting in on to get him off) was proving to have serious limitations. Human desire for novelty in all things was just too rampant when released from the conventions of sex on Earth. The two hetero guys had become quickly jaded with the hyperreal holographic females and even the fullest gamut of the heterosexual palette. Thus it was that now Jackson was enthusiastically going homo -- even getting off of the diminutive Ben paddling his hunky ass-cheeks while Kyle presented Jackson with his own pert ass, cheeks parted for Jackson's tongue to explore. All three guys were hooked up to the milk pumps as they ventured into sexual delights previously unknown to them. "oh, fuck yeh my dude! Show me that sweet manhole!" purred Jackson as he leaned forward again to get his face into Kyle's ass. Kyle was up on a metallic table thingy on his hands and knees, backing his chunky 30year butt out for Jackson's perusal. The ass was glistening with sweat- salty and savoury in the jocks state of perpetual excitement. Ben meanwhile was positively flowing in staggered bursts of cum. His modest pecker must have been glowing bright red under the nozzle of the milking pipe. He relished the sight of Jackson's superior jock ass shivering with every crack of the paddle. He had always felt deeply inferior to the 25year mayor who seemed so beloved of every guy and girl in town, while he -- a closet case republican hack and pundit- seemed to attract only the occasional incel for a furtive, soulless mutual wank. The future of the human race might be one of degradation and slavery to a superior alien species, but fuck! These Berosseans knew how to keep their thralls happy! All this, the Berosseans were watching through the bars of the slave pen. They were indeed most gratified at the seeming willingness of the humans to submit to such sexual abandon. They gazed with pleasure on their captives at work like a stud farmer would at a particularly energetic young buck. Eventually the sheer force of the ecstatic erotic desire stimulated by the alien technology overcame the last remaining fetters of Ben's `conservative' inhibitions. He threw the paddle aside and dove to his knees beneath Jackson's sweat-dripping buttocks. He lunged right in with his tongue as Jackson, feeling Ben's face in his ass, reached around, grabbed and parted his butt-cheeks allow easier access for the forty year old's tongue. Here he was, Jackson, progressive politician, youngest mayor in his city's history having his beautiful chunky jock boyhole serviced with the tongue of his rival, Ben the anally retentive neocon imp. And enjoying it more than the best fuck of the hottest babe he'd ever had back on Earth! "give it to me, Jackson! Give me your fucking hot jock-pussy! I've wanted it all these years! Let me taste your ripping man-meat!!" Ben was in an hysteria of desire. "go on, give it to me, let me have it! do what you want, sit on me, fart in my face, shit on me dude! just let me get into your hot fucking ass!" Ben seemed so pulsed he might even try and crawl up there! Jackson himself was raging with erotic energy. If Ben wanted his asshole so bad, he could have it. There was no way for Ben to actually fuck him since all of their schlongs were latched into the milking tubes, but if Ben wanted to feast in his rectum, he'd happily oblige. And he'd long wanted to degrade Ben anyways. Suddenly a buzz from the anal probes in all three rang out, coupled with a jolt of pain. Jackson farted with the shock and all three fell down clutching their asses. "enough, Earth slaves!' came the voice from the alien translation speakers "we do not want to waste your feeble bodies life energy completely. Not yet anyway. Prepare for guards entry to slave pen. All three, get on your hands and knees. The guards will be in to fix your slave collars. You will then be brought to the cleaning chambers before returning to your pens to sleep. We are pleased with your performance". The three dudes lay panting for a moment before readying themselves for the Berossean guards to enter......