Date: Thu, 4 Jan 2024 19:03:18 -0500 From: Evan Andrews Subject: Manphibians chapter 2 -- science fiction or fantasy Manphibians Chapter 2: Out of the Frying Pan Evan Andrews ©2023 This story is not quite a fan fiction but it's close enough. As always. I had a slate of faces I imagined while writing this story, and I'll list them at the end of each chapter until we have the full cast. Use your own imagination if you don't like my choices. This story should not be taken as a true representation of the sexuality of any of the men in question. The story depicts males in sci-fi sexual situations with other males, and the odd alien. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you. If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@ Black hunk, Cory, the last man the aliens captured (snatching him off the streets of Hollywood no less,) watched in awe as the alien shuttle approached the slowly rotating mothership. Fuck, it was humongous! The pilot matched the shuttle to the mothership's rotation and then headed into the landing bay. `Fuck,' Cory thought, `This is some serious 2001 shit going on here!' The pilot nosed his shuttle into the bay and then he turned the craft until it was facing the entrance once more. A silvery light now sprang across that opening, and Cory supposed it must be another force field sealing out the vacuum of space the same way the restraint field held the abductees immobile. The other abductees, that was to say. The aliens had simply cuffed Cory's thumbs and big toes together, restraint enough to keep him from moving about and causing trouble during to the shuttle's take on the Battle of Los Angeles and subsequent escape to outer space. A gauge on the control panel suddenly lit up, glowing with a dark purple light. The regal color caught the black stud's attention, but he was more intrigued that the aliens stood around as if they were waiting for something. `Purple for bad or danger,' Cory guessed. `They're waiting for the bay to pressurize.' (Cory had spent hours watching sci-fi shows that now and then got some of the mechanics of space travel right.) Slowly, the light changed. Starting at the bottom, a tinge of pond-scum green crept up the gauge. Once the gauge was entirely scum green, Cory decided the atmosphere and pressure outside must be the same as that inside the shuttle. He was almost right. `Now they'll unload us,' Cory thought, `And then, who knows. Gotta be strong.' This time the Black stud was right, because one of the aliens now opened the airlock, and the captives got their introduction to their abductors' preferred environment: hot and damp. It was almost, but not quite, oppressive, like nothing Cory had ever experienced before--and he'd been to some seriously hot/damp places in his life. The aliens, however, were all "home sweet home." They stepped over to a bank of lockers and began to strip out of their silvery spacesuits. Cory, even though he knew his captors would not be human, would have screamed—if he could. The bodies emerging from the suits were definitely NOT human. They had two arms and two legs, sure—though with three fingered hands and webbed toed feet. A head sat atop the slender torso, as well. Two amber eyes dominated the reptile—no, they were more amphibian--faces, and their mouths, with narrower lips than humans owned, were filled with teeth that (thankfully) did not belong to a carnivore. But there were no ears, no nose, and not a hair on their bodies—anywhere on their bodies. Nor did these guys have skin, instead they had a sort of mottled grey-brown hide with a myriad of little bumps like frogs or toads, and that hide was damp like the air, glistening over muscles whose strength Cory had already experienced. `Sleestaks,' Cory thought, `But not meat-eaters--thank you, Jesus! At least we're not going to become BEM chow.' (Something Nam had previously figured out.) The stud decided not to dwell on what else the abductees might be used for, but he was fairly certain that this was more than an interplanetary scavenger hunt. One of the naked aliens (Oh, yeah, they had no nards either) crouched next to the restrained Black man. It put the devocalizer back to Cory's throat and pulled the trigger. A second dose of drugs undid the work of the first, and the hunk felt his vocal apparatus slowly returning to life. He coughed a few times and then, as the alien moved its hand to Cory's muscular chest, he screamed. "Stay away from me, you alien freak! Don't touch me!" Cory's thumbs and toes were still cuffed, so he had no way to fight off the alien's examination. The alien, however, withdrew its three-fingered hand, rasped something at the human, and bared his teeth. It held up a collar (Cory had been placed in restraint without having had one fit around his throat.) The sight of the collar sent the Black stud into spasm of indignation as the alien fit it round his throat and snapped it shut. "You fucker! Get this off of me! I'm no slave of yours to be collared!" Cory screamed as he thrashed back and forth on the floor. The alien rasped again (Cory learned later this was its version of a laugh) and activated a device on the collar where it rode over his spine. More rasping sounds, with whistles and trills, followed and one of the other aliens lifted Cory to his feet. The Black stud took a step towards the alien, his hands raised to strangle it—or rather, that's what he'd intended to do. Instead his body just stood there, unresponsive. The alien barred its teeth and (after releasing his thumb- and toe-cuffs) did run a hand over Cory's muscular body. The stud flinched involuntarily under his clothes wherever the hand wandered. Due to Cory's history of doing competition shows he knew his body was something many women (and a few men) lusted after—especially his wife. (Oh fuck, what was going to happen to his family?!) Three fingered hands roamed over Cory's torso, arms, legs, and head—the alien was especially interested in his beard and braided hair. (Only a few of the abductees were Black.) Cory was already mentally on edge, but the three-fingered hand had almost finished its exploration when the young stud gasped. The alien had cupped his family jewels, massaging them through his dress pants until the Black hunk felt a stirring in his groin. Cory choked in indignation. "Let go of my junk, you ET perv!" he yelled. Again the rasping sound, and after a quick squeeze of the nascent erection, Cory's alien left to join the rest of the crew in releasing and raising up the other men. Cory's fellow abductees had all been previously fit with one of the gosh-darned fucking collars when they'd been snatched up off the street—or from wherever. (The cowboy was off the range, Cory guessed, and one of the guys had clearly been hauled out of a pool, or hot tub, or a beach since he only had on a pair of clingy wet shorts that were leaving little to the imagination—and less as his examination struck wood.) The tenders removed the humans' thumb-cuffs (and in Cory's case the toe-cuffs as well) giving all their captives the opportunity to realize that their bodies were not under their control. (The fact that their minds were still theirs was slim comfort.) Cory's alien rasped out some command, and the captives involuntarily fell into line, two by two, behind it. The men who hadn't figured it out yet now recognized the collars for what they were—devices by which their bodies could be controlled by their captors. Cory's charge of slavery seemed to have some substance to it now. The twenty men's bodies were no longer theirs to command. The aliens were giving the orders, and their first turned out to be something simple--following Corey's alien out of the shuttle and into ship. The look on Cory's fellows' faces as they figure it out ranged from resignation to abject horror. Every man jack of them had formed an idea of what ordeal they were being taken away to, but none of them, as it proved, guessed right. @@@@@@ Cory is played by Cory Wharton from MTV's The Challenge. The abductee taken from poolside is played by Zach Nichols from The Challenge. Previously established `played bys' are Nam Vo, Kim Tränka, Rogan O'Connor, Jordan Wisely, Adam King, Joss Mooney, Sam Lonsdale, and Cohutta Grindstaff—who will all enter the narrative at some point.