Date: Sun, 14 Nov 2021 17:48:48 -0500
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: The Blob chapter 5 -- science fiction or fantasy

The Blob
Chapter 5: What The Do in the Dark
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.

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The session with the blob left every one of the prisoners drained,
especially the multiply ass-raped Paul. While the guards watched, a flock
of keepers removed the exhausted boys from the chambers and, loading them
on gurneys, wheeled them to the showers. Perhaps, Gary thought, they would
toughen up in time, but just at present the sensation of the all-enveloping
orgasms was still novel enough to be wholly debilitating. A quick
scrub-down under relaxing warm water brought most of the prisoners back
just enough that they could stumble from the showers to their nearby
cells. Paul, unsurprisingly, still had to be wheeled, though, but the
guards left him unrestrained in his cell, hoping no doubt that he had
learned his lesson and would be obedient and submissive in the
future. Yeah, they were wrong with that one.

That night, while most of his fellows were asleep, Gary woke
unexpectedly. He opened his eyes. The lights had been dimmed to help the
captives sleep, but he could make out two of the guards whose names he
hadn't learned as they entered the Managerie and made their way down the
row of cells. They paused at each door and gave the inhabitant an assessing
once over. They passed Mark, Charlie, Paul (with a snicker), Gary himself
(playing possum), and Greg, stopping at last in front of Matt's cell.

"This one's got a real pretty mouth," the first guard said.

"I wondered why you're always so keen on watching the blob feast," the
second guard said. "I knew you had a streak of perv in you."

The first guard smiled.

"Yeah? Well I notice you didn't say no when I suggested we visit the
Managerie for some extracurricular fun."

"Busted," the second guard admitted.

"And this one hasn't been done yet," the first guard said, piling on the
inducement.

"Done?" Gary wondered. "Yet?"

"Okay then," the second guard said, "Then I guess tonight we're gonna give
virgin pussy boy his first mouthful of cock."

Gary cringed. Not only was he listening to the guards planning to face-rape
Matt, he was also powerless to do anything about it. Nor was there any way
now that he could avoid being a witness to the crime. There was no way he
could just fall back asleep now.

The guards opened the door to Matt's cell, and they both stepped
inside. Matt was asleep, curled up on his side in a ball as usual. They
fell on the boy, overpowering him in a moment, and one clasped a hand over
the young mouth.

"Keep quiet, boy," the first guard hissed, "And do what you're told, and
you won't get hurt. Nod if you understand."

Matt paused for half a second and nodded. He'd done the math and clearly
realized he had no option but to comply. The guards hauled him to his feet
and drug him out into the space between the rows of cells. Forcing the
young man to his knees, the first guard tore open his pants and extracted
seven inches of dick. Matt's face was a mask of terror.

"See this dick, boy?"

Matt nodded mechanically.

"Well, it's time for you to learn to be a cocksucker. Open your mouth."

Matt stared up at the guards with pleading eyes, but he didn't detect even
a hint of mercy on either man's face. Fuck, if he did refuse, they'd simply
overpower him and rape his mouth with the aid of a speculum, same way they
force-fed Paul. So instead the young man offered up a prayer. He felt the
guard's cockhead brush his lips and made the fateful decision to open his
mouth.

"Good boy," the guard said, stroking Matt's hair as he slid the tip of his
cock past the lips and teeth. "Get used to the feel and the taste of hard
dick filling your mouth."

Matt clearly wanted to vomit, but instead he mastered himself and prepared
for the worst.

True to his word, this guard was gentle with Matt, slowing acclimatizing
him to the sensation of having his mouth invaded and fucked by the fleshy
steel or hard cock. And the taste. The guard went out of his way to make
sure that his precum was coating the kid's tongue with every stroke.

Gary had once upon a time tasted his own cum (never anybody else's
naturally), and he didn't see the big attraction. It was salty, and his had
been bitter until he had learned how his diet could affect the way his jizz
tasted. He'd changed his diet immediately on the assumption that any girl
that gave him head deserved as tasty a reward as he could manage. And hell,
if he could get it tasting really good, she might even blow him again, or
tell her friends. But he was drifting, and the guard was still rodding
Matt's mouth.

"Use your tongue, boy," the first guard said. "The more you turn me on the
more lube I'll make for when I take your throat."

"Throat?!" Gary thought, "Oh, Jesus."

No matter how "kind" these bastards were being right now (The first guard
had passed Matt's mouth over to his buddy so he too could enjoy some sweet
amateur cocksucking too), they were still planning to skull-fuck the poor
kid.

"What a good boy," the second guard crooned, "What a good cocksucker. Now
relax the back of your mouth, the top of your throat. I'm going deeper."

Matt gagged and retched every time the guard's blunt cockhead hit his
uvula. His body jerked, trying to escape the violation, but the guards had
the advantage. They persisted in forcing dick into the back of his mouth,
and gradually Matt sufficiently mastered his throat to be able to allow the
guards' cocks the full access they demanded. (Gary was a revolted as he was
impressed by the kid's ability.)  Matt's eyes were closed, but tears ran
down his innocent face as he allowed long inches of male fuck-meat full
access to his throat and the right to pound it like a pussy. When they got
out of this, Gary was sure Matt was going to be in therapy for a long time
as he learned to cope with the guards having turned him into their
submissive suck-whore.

The guards were getting their patience's worth, though. They traded Matt's
face back and forth for a while, praising the kid as he became more and
more proficient at taking cock.

Okay, boy," the first guard said at last, "It's time for your final
exam. I'm going to really dick your face now, and you're going to take it,
and you're not going to make a fuss. That means no fighting and no
screaming. You're just going to take my cock, and take it, and take it,
until I pump a gallon of jizz down into your stomach. Got it?"

Matt forced his eyes open. Looking up the length of the man's cock as it
plunged into his mouth and up the man's uniformed body, he saw there was no
escape and nodded.

"Good boy," the guard said.

"Poor bastard," Gary thought.

The guard, true to his word, in an instant switched from considerate mentor
to demanding breeder. He grabbed Matt by his curly hair and, holding him in
place, began to pound his face. The second guard stood right behind Matt,
his thumbs pushing on pressure points holding the kid's jaws open.

True to his word, Matt didn't put up a fight. Sobbing and praying still, he
rode with the abuse and opened himself to the guard's violent rape of his
oral tract. Between spit, snot, and the guard's precum, a flood of
semi-transparent goo ran unchecked out of Matt's mouth. The drool caught in
his boy-beard until there was too much, and then a cascade of skull-fuck
slime dripped onto his chest, his cock, and the floor. In that order.

"Fuck," Gary thought, and automatically he reached for his cock.

The second guard caught the motion in his peripheral vision and looked over
at the voyeuristic prisoner.

Smiling wickedly, he said, "Take notes, blondie. It'll be your turn soon."

The threat ought to have sent Gary retreating into a corner, but Matt had
done something like that, and it clearly hadn't done him any good. Instead,
the blond leaned back against the wall, wrapped his hand around his eight
inches, and beat his meat as he watched his fellow prisoner get fucked like
a whore. The first guard came, and the second guard took his place, Gary
was taking mental notes of how the guards fucked face, noting how they got
more and more frantic as they crested before finally fed Matt his midnight
snack of hot cum.

The guards pulled Matt to his feet again and, as Gary came blowing his wad
onto his abs, they shoved Matt back down onto his bed. Fuck, the blond
thought, how was it that they had been able to keep up their oral rape so
long.

"Endurance," he thought as the guards left the Managerie. As he slid back
down onto his back he knew he'd need to master endurance and submission if
he were going to get through this ordeal with the minimum of trauma.

When he looked back later, he realized how naïve that assumption had
been.