Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2021 18:53:23 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: The Blob chapter 2 -- science fiction or fantasy

The Blob
Chapter 2: Imaging
Evan Andrews 2021


This set of stories is a change from what I've written before in that it is
not a fan fiction. To be honest, it's based off a fantasy I concocted back
in high school, updated as the passage of time required.

The story depicts males in sci-fi sexual situations with other males, oh,
and an 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
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The corridor ceiling was a blur, but Gary didn't care. Couldn't care. He
was still caught up in the afterglow of his unreal orgasm, courtesy of
whatever the glowing green wall with tentacles was. Fuck, he'd never cum
like that in his life, and he had no idea how the thing, the blob, how the
blob had managed it since the whole thing occurred without any real
fucking. It had been amazing.

<He's losing focus. Bring him back.>

The slap on his face barely registered, but Gary turned to the orderly and
smiled a demented smile. The guy was cute, and Gary wondered how he'd look
in the thrall of the blob.

Corridor turned into a medical theater, brightly, too brightly, lit. People
in hazmat suits rushed around doing clearly important things, important to
them that was. To Gary nothing was more important than the lingering
tingling in his balls and the memory of the exquisite torture of his sperm
jetting out into the blob's waiting flesh. Oh yeah, and that slime the blob
had fed him while it worked over his meat. That had been good too. Gary
shut his eyes, relaxed, and moaned as his session with the blob played
through his mind again

"Mmm," the college boy moaned, and he squirmed.

<Look, he's doing it too. Just like the others. Get the camera on this, and
hook him up to the EKG and EEG. Now!>

The application of contact goo and electrodes to Gary's body made him
shudder. The feeling was like the blob's tentacles learning his body and
what turned him on. A hand on his cock caused him to thrust his pelvis
forward. Unlike the blob, the hand possessed a fuckable friction.

"Ahhh!" Gary moaned again.

<Damn it, Jim, just measure him and get it done with. And leave your "don't
ask don't tell" in the locker next time you clock in. Got it? Aye, sir. Got
it. Eight inches, sir.>

"Mmmm," Gary mused, "Eight happy inches. I wonder what the runner..."

Now that he thought about it, Gary had seen the runner before. Greg, that
was his name, was on ESU's basketball team. He'd come in from high school
with promise, but had fallen short on the college stage. Red-shirted, Greg
had stayed on the team. (His scholarship depended on that.) Obviously, the
stud had decided to stay on campus over the summer, training in the hope of
getting back on the first squad again come August. Gary had never noticed
before, but damn Greg was one good-looking guy, and his shorts had bulged
in an interesting way, hinting that quite a bit was being held just out of
sight. And that basketballer's lanky physique...

<What is that? Precum? What the hell!>

But Gary wasn't in the theater anymore. He was somewhere else, somewhere
dark, watching Greg struggle against the four tentacles holding him spread
in a barren chamber. Or not watching. There was no sight really. Gary
simply knew where Greg's body was, what it was doing, and what was being
done to it. Like now...

Exploratory tentacles reached toward the vainly struggling young man, they
ran over his minimal clothing, so unlike what the others had worn. Strange,
but delightful. And the clothes were so much easier to get inside of. This
one's nipples were just as sensitive, it turned out, and the tentacles
sucked his flesh appreciatively. His basket was just as much a wonder. The
boy wore nothing under his shorts, relying on the built-in pouch to keep
his junk in place while he ran. The pouch gave way to the slime, and a
tentacle snuffled it's way up his hardening shaft towards the weeping head.

<God damn it, doc, what's making his cock drool like that? Yeah, if you
have to, take him and scan him.>

Greg's running shorts fell away next, and the tentacle engulfed his penis
and testicles whole, locking them in an embrace. This virile young human
would enjoy the process just as every other human had.

As the four main tentacles pulled Greg towards the wall, others were still
busy, sucking his nipples and exploring his bare chest. Greg's mouth was
open, but sound played no part of this—vision, or was it a fantasy, Gary
wondered, and how in hell if it were real could Gary be experiencing it?

Greg's struggles triggered something primal. Prey should struggle after
all. Greg was at last pulled up against the wall, and his 9 inches began to
be assaulted by the first level of feeding chemicals. As his dick got
harder, Greg fought against the tentacles holding him tight against the
gelatinous wall, and of course he was no more successful than Gary, or any
of the others, had been. (Others?) Ah, but just look at his body writhing
there, the exquisite play of the muscles. Humans were so much fun. And so
satisfying. It was a good thing that this young man would soon be gifted
with so much pleasure. The chemicals intensified their assault, and
tentacles pulled Greg's head up against the wall to receive a gelatinous
kiss. Greg fought still, but the pud intruded itself into his oral cavity
and administered the third wave of drugs. Greg bit by bit succumbed to the
increasing passion, groaning in mortified excitement, and the sound invaded
his urethra, sliding inevitably down until it could deposit its seed.

Greg bucked as the inside of his shaft was violated, which made leaving the
seed even more pleasurable. It was all the more satisfying when the humans
squirm. It let you know that you were doing things right. Once the seed was
planted, the sound's job was done, and the intrusion withdrew, leaving the
seed to hide itself, establish itself, and reach towards the brain.

Gary's experience with male orgasms, other than his own of course, was
limited to what he saw in pornos, and pornos were more concerned with the
girl, though if the guy was a big enough star they'd show his crescendo
leading up to the money shot. Yeah, they always made sure they got the
money shot; that blast of jizz was more important than the guy blowing his
wad. Greg was sort of following the usual script. Maybe he saw the same
pornos? Greg's head tossed back and forth, his mouth open wide. Gary
presumed Greg was screaming as his body was mastered by the blob's sweet
trap.

<What is he screaming for? They never screamed before. Dunno, sir, we're
not even doing anything to him. He's just tossing and screaming and—Oh
my God!>

The basketballer's pelvis thrust hard forward, and ropes of white filled
voids in the green flesh. Gary knew what Greg must be feeling, but he also
knew the blob's intense satisfaction at the gift he had given. In the
examination room, hundred of yard away from the orgasming athlete, Gary
cried out as his own cock exploded again and his ball-juice erupted out.

<I want a full examination! I want to know what made him do that? You
assured me that the blob couldn't do anything like leave a control organ
inside them.>

<It can't. All it does is feed them a drug that intensifies the first
feeding.>

<Yeah, sure. Like I said, full medical examination, including scans. I want
to know every nook and cranny of this kid's body. On my desk in two hours!
Then lock him up in the managerie.>

"Someone is not a happy camper," Gary smiled.

Hands and instruments examined every square inch of Gary's body,
again. They also penetrated him to make double sure about something. His
mouth and esophagus? Nothing. His virgin-tight anus? Nothing. They even
finally checked his urethra. Nothing, although it was inflamed.

<Probably irritation from the milking chemical.>

Gary wondered how many of this crew had experience examining a cock that
had just been sounded. Probably none, and it didn't seem like of them had
thought of it.

<Okay. We've done what we can here. Tell CT and EMR we've got a specimen
coming their way. I want to know if there's anything inside in this kid's
body that shouldn't be there!>

As they wheeled Gary out of the theater he lost consciousness, so he wasn't
on hand to see Greg's naked exhausted body gurneyed in as he was gurneyed
out.