Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2015 02:24:50 +0200 From: Commander Chief Subject: Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind - part 5 Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind By Commander in Chief Author's note: The following text contains graphic descriptions of nudity and sexual acts between adult males. If it is illegal to read such material where you live or at your age, do not continue. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. This work is copyright by the author. Any commercial use or reproduction is prohibited without the explicit permission of the author. Personal copies are permitted only if they include this copyright notice. If you have any suggestions, comments, or constructive feedback, please email commanderinchief@gmx.com Part 5 I felt my heart hammering in my chest as I slowly came down from the high of my orgasm, and I slumped against my bonds, exhausted. As my breathing returned to normal, I caught sight of a frenzy of harvesting activity among the tendrils - obviously triggered by my massive ejaculation. They flailed this way and that, searching for the pearly globules that I had shot into the chamber. In no time at all they been vacuumed up, absorbed without leaving a trace. Some of the tendrils had formed a loose knot, and they writhed and squirmed, a disgusting sight that reminding me of a tangle of snakes I'd once seen in the black waters of a swamp back home. I was still recovering when one of the thicker tentacles appeared from somewhere. It headed unerringly towards my groin, and in a repeat of what it (or another just like it) had done earlier, the tip opened like a flower bud and closed around my still hard cock, swallowing it, root to tip. It felt like my dick was being gently squeezed all over in a rubber tube. My cockhead can sometimes be quite sensitive after I've cum, and the feel of this tube against my glans was somewhat uncomfortable - not painful really, but a stark reminder that my body was still at the whim of another and not my own to control. I wondered what it was going to do. Clearly, it was expecting something, but what? I wasn't sure - I didn't need to piss, and I had just cum. So I waited. Nothing. I pushed out a few dribbles of piss, but it didn't let go. I waited some more. Still nothing, it seemed. Then maybe a tiny ripple of pressure squeezing my shaft, barely noticeable. But enough to re-energise my cock, which in spite of the tight-fitting sheath, had been slowly softening. Another gentle squeeze, this time more apparent, bringing me to full hardness again. I looked down at my cock. It was completely engulfed by the tentacle, right up to my short and curlies. The sharp contrast of its black surface next to the pale skin of my groin made it appear all the more alien. As I watched, I felt another wave of compression, this time starting at the head of my cock, running down to the base, and then back to the head. I could see the outside of the tentacle change shape as it squeezed and milked my cock in slow repetitive cycles. Tip to base and back to tip, slowly, and again. I groaned quietly. I didn't think I would be able to cum again so soon, but the feel of this thing around my shaft and especially around the ridge of my glans was delicious, bringing me closer by the minute. The smaller tendrils were still exploring my skin. And in fact it seemed they had become more active after my orgasm, perhaps energised by the sudden release of tension in my body. I felt them crawling over me, on my arms and legs, and especially on my torso and flanks where my skin was more sensitive. I revelled in the flood of sensations. If I closed my eyes, I could imagine that I was feeling the loving caress of a pretty girl back on Earth. But I was shocked into alertness when I felt something moving between my ass cheeks. One of the tips, obviously. It must have found a patch of sweat, because it seemed particularly active. I clenched my cheeks, trying to prevent it from exploring any deeper, but I was powerless to stop it. I gasped when I felt a tug on the curly hairs around my pucker, and then I felt something touch on the pucker itself. No! I squeezed my asshole as tight as I could, hoping the thing would move on. But I couldn't maintain the tension for long, and as soon as I relaxed slightly, I felt it push inside. I immediately tried to push it out again, but this just seemed to make its entry easier. It slid slowly into my ass, and I could do nothing to stop it. I felt a tear well up in each eye, and my vision blurred. I blinked them away furiously, humiliated that I was at the mercy of this. . . thing, being probed in the most intimate place imaginable. I could see the other tendrils were all about the same diameter as one of my fingers, but the one inside me felt enormous. Surely it couldn't be the same size as the others! I felt it move around inside me, twisting a little as it explored. When it touched my prostate, I jerked in response, and my cock twitched. I must have oozed a bit of pre-cum too, because the tube on my cock reacted by increasing the rhythm of its milking action. The one inside me pressed against my butt nut again, and I felt a wash of pleasure radiate outwards. I shivered all over, but not from cold. It was still for a time, as if gauging my reaction. Then it rubbed against my prostate once more, triggering another powerful wave of sensations that echoed through my body, sending tingles right to the tips of my fingers and toes. I must have oozed some more pre-cum as well, because the tube around my cock suddenly felt slippery, and it seemed to grasp a bit harder to compensate. "Oh, ooh, aah, aaaahhh . . ." I groaned. It seemed suddenly warmer in the chamber. I didn't want to think about what was happening behind me, so I concentrated on the feelings emanating from my cock. Each time the tube squeezed, it was a ring of delicious enveloping pressure that travelled up and down my shaft, milking it gently. No pussy had ever felt this good. I was getting close again, and I thrust my hips forward, trying to bring it on. But there was nothing to push against, and I sagged in my bonds, exasperated. The thing inside me gently tickled my nut, and when I pumped my cock in response, my ring fluttered, gripping it even tighter. It moved slightly - a tiny in-and-out motion that triggered an unexpected wave of pleasure through my guts. I felt that familiar churning sensation deep inside. I was close. I must have been leaking constantly now. The tube tentacle felt warm and slippery around the iron bar of my cock. "Ooh, aah, ooohh, oooohh, aaawwwhhh . . ." I arched my back. So close now. Another tiny in-and-out movement. My asshole spasmed. In and out. I squeezed down, as hard as I could. Then it did something incredible to my butt nut. I felt an electric buzz, and I knew I couldn't hold back. "Uuuuuunnnhhhh!" I felt the surge of cum start somewhere down near my nuts, and as it raced up my shaft, I took a deep breath and threw my head back in a rictus of ecstasy. "Aaaaaaaawwwwwhhhh!" If my first orgasm was eye-popping, my second was earth-shattering. The tube milking my cock was grippy and smooth and warm and wet and caressed every part of it at once. Each shot of cum seemed to last for seconds and the gaps between them even longer. I was astonished at how much I was shooting - it felt like cups full. But everything I gave up was harvested. When it became apparent that I was spent, the buzzing sensation against my prostate slowly faded, and the tendril slid out. The tube around my cock unpeeled, and vanished into the gloom. I was still catching my breath when I felt something wrap around my head, and then everything went black. 覧覧覧覧覧覧覧 "Cap. Hey Cap!" I heard a voice, distant and faint. "I think he's coming around." Another voice. Nearer this time. Funny how it sounded like Jorge. But he was lost, or dead. "Mark. Can you hear me?" Very close now. I opened my eyes, and the room slowly swam into focus. "Mark, are you back with us now? C'mon, wake up!" The voice came from a figure opposite. I shook my head, scarcely able to comprehend what I was seeing. Across from me, not more than a few metres away, was my First Officer, Jorge. And next to him was big Dan. And on the other side, my buddy Tubs. Oh, thank the gods! I barely even registered that they were naked. Another voice came from beside me. "Hey boss, it's good to see you again. I was worried about you for a while there." I looked to my right, and took in the ginger facial hair and shaggy pelt of my XO. That made four. I looked around for Pauli. "Where's Pauli? Did he make it? Don't tell me . . . shit, is he . . .?" "Ssh, calm down Mark. It's OK, He's OK. Well, we think he's OK. ET took him away some time after he brought you back. He's been gone about half an hour." Jorge sounded calm, but I detected a slight undertone of fear and uncertainty in his voice. "An hour? How long have I been out?" "You've been back with us for about an hour," said Tubs "sleeping like a baby." I heard the smile in his voice. I peered again at my shipmates, still unable to believe the evidence of my eyes and ears. A captain's first duty is to his or her crew, and to be honest, apart from Red, I had almost given up hope of seeing the rest of them alive. Yet here they were, alive and apparently well. No obvious injuries that I could see. Despite our mutual predicament, it gave my hopes a great boost to have them all with me. I looked at them again, this time with a more studied eye. They were all naked, as I was. Each was splayed out in an X, shackled wrist and ankle by loops of the dark coloured tentacles. Another thicker coil was visible at the neck. Despite the absence of any noticeable gravity, we were all oriented the same way up, and I wondered idly if this was for some aesthetic reason, as if we were part of some display. Dan was opposite me and to my left. A big man by any measure, the way he was mounted seemed to show off the powerful muscles in his shoulders and arms. If fact, when I looked closer, I noticed that his wrists were bound by an extra coil. His chest was hairy, with two dark nipples prominent, and a trail of hair ran down his stomach where it merged with the thick bush that partly obscured his cock and balls. Opposite and to my right was Tubs, blond hair, blue eyes, dimples - the all-American pin-up boy. Even after a few months in space, he still had a noticeable tan, highlighted by the pale areas around his hips where he wore his swimsuit. He had a dusting of fine golden hair on his torso, and I guess he must trim his pubes regularly, because I could barely make out the fuzz of pale hair at his groin. His pink cock looked pretty big, even soft. He caught me looking at it, and winked. Directly in front of me was Jorge. I hadn't really noticed it before, but next to Dan and Tubs, his Latino heritage was plain to see. Golden-brown skin, evenly coloured all over. Apart from his armpits and groin, his body was nearly hairless, and his muscle definition was patently obvious, especially around his abs. We all worked out on the ship, but my First Officer spent longer at the gym station than any of us, and it showed. His dark, wrinkled sack hung nearly as low as the tip of his uncut dick. "Right. So what in the seven hells happened?" I asked. Between the four of them, I was able to piece together the general gist of what had transpired. After I had gone off the air, Tubs had made the same dumb assumption that I had made - that it was a simple radio comms malfunction. But when I failed to return at the halfway point of our allotted shift he raised the alarm with Dan. When his scan of the surrounding cubic kilo-klick failed to pick up any sign of my suit, he immediately called in a Code 3 emergency, waking up the rest of the crew and putting them on alert. Standard GSC protocol in a situation like this is to send out some `bots to scout the area, and that's what they did. But each and every one disappeared a few minutes after launch, its cameras going dark before the comm link died. After the sixth one vanished, Jorge wanted to set a return course to Earth. As First Officer, it was his call, and I didn't blame him - I would have done the same thing in his place. But Red refused, and insisted on going out himself to search for me. He took one of the remaining EVA suits, armed himself with a laser cutter, and headed off in the general direction where I had last been seen. There was some disagreement about what happened next. Red said that there was a flash of light before his power went out. But Dan was tracking him using the ship's 20cm optical telescope, and saw nothing. He was there one minute, strobe light flashing, and gone the next. Anyway, after Red disappeared, the rest of the crew started preparing the ship to depart ex-system. Two crew lost was enough they figured. They were just programming the quant when the whole ship lost power. Fusion reactor, fuel cells, backup batteries, everything. No-one panicked, but from what I gather, they were pretty shook up. I mean three systems all failing at once? It's unheard of. Next thing they know, something is rattling the hatches. And in the dark, they got separated. Each apparently recalled a blinding flash that knocked them out, but only the one. No-one saw three or even two flashes. No-one heard any explosions. Next thing they remember is waking up, the four of then pinioned in pairs against a wall: arms, legs, head and torso restrained exactly as Red and I had been. I thought about what had recently happened to me, and I weighed up whether I could talk about it with my crew. Part of me wanted to ask them whether any of them had been taken and violated as I had been, but mostly I was still ashamed at how my body had reacted. The feel of the tendril snaking up my ass . . . penetrating . . . the way it moved in and out . . . no, it didn't bear thinking of. At that point, my train of thought was interrupted. I hoped no-one had noticed my stiffening cock. "Heads up!" It was Dan's voice. I looked around to see what had alerted him. A pale shape materialised out of the gloom. It took me a few seconds to register that it had to be Pauli, although I couldn't see his face. His limp body was folded in half, wrists and ankles brought together and bound with several coils of a single thicker tentacle. It reminded me of the way you might hang a game animal for easy transport - simple and effective. Without any fuss, he was roughly positioned in the space to my left. The tentacle carrying him uncoiled, and for a moment he was floating free. But within seconds, several more appeared from behind him and looped themselves around his limbs, pulling them straight and away from his body. A thicker one collared him loosely around the neck, and with that, he was shackled in what I now thought of as the `display' position, just as the rest of us were. I inspected him for injuries as best I could. Shortest of my crew by a good margin, he nevertheless had a fine physique. Neither stocky nor lean, he could have passed for a gymnast. Compact is probably how I would describe him. I could see he was breathing steadily, but his eyes were closed and his jaw slack. His black hair looked damp, and several locks were plastered to his forehead. "That's just how you were brought in, Mark." I looked up at Dan. "Same way, trussed like a turkey," added Tubs. "Seems like ET here is a bit of a neat freak, and doesn't like the idea of arms or legs flapping around when we're being moved." I imagined myself being carried thus, wrists and ankles cinched together, ass exposed, defenceless. I felt my cock slowly thicken. to be continued