I rose from the table, unencumbered by any of the tentacles—nor did I see any of the whips that had helped, before—and I was fully dressed in my prison garb...with slippers still on. As if I’d been lifted up and carried aboard like some sleeping child, then put to bed. Not like before.
Then I saw the walls of the ship. While still translucent, they were a steady sort of pink and green and blue, swirling and mingling in ways that should not have worked, but did. Same for the floor and ceiling. And across from me was a sort of podium that almost appeared to be wood. This made no sense, even to me.
I looked at the guys. Stud was spread-eagle on the table, held in place by tentacles around his ankles, knees, waist, wrists, chest, shoulders and neck. Another thick one was shoved into his mouth to smother his cries, as if that would matter in here. His muscles were pumped from trying to escape their grip, and his eyes were wide with terror.
And, of ourse, his crotch was a lot smaller.
Just to be a dick, I wandered around his table and groped him. Not hard or rough, just finger-y and smooth. Apparently, he was a boxer-briefs kind of guy so manhandling him took a bit maneuvering. But I was able to make out his dick and, yes, he was soft, but he was still impressive. As were his balls. He tried to howl and shift away but only muffled grunts came out. I had a feeling he would more than live up to my daydream.
I turned to Cowboy, who was held in place with just as many tentacles and also with one in his mouth. He was interesting, but not someone I would have chosen to bring here; just a bit too much gut for my taste, and when I felt him up found little in the way of anything useful. He still had a full compliment of hardware arranged all over his uniform that—
Oh, shit, including that body cam.
I looked at it, more carefully. It was on. I wondered if it was relaying images from within the ship. Giving out its coordinates. Handing its viewers a real show. Somehow I doubted it.
You would be correct.
I jolted around but no Beast. Then remembered it liked to plant thoughts in me as if they were conversation. So I said, “You sure about that?”
That is when a man of indescribable beauty and grace stepped through the wall nearest me. Holy shit, talk about Adonis. A face chiseled to perfection. Catlike eyes yellow and green and blue and yellow, alternating smoothly. A body by Michelangelo feathered with just the right amount of hair. And wearing not one stitch of clothing or covering, showing off a dick and balls to die for between a pair of legs so elegant, they defied belief. I think I forgot to breathe, for a moment.
Nothing leaves this chamber, slammed into my brain, then this perfect man said in a well-modulated voice, “Not without my approval.”
“Who’re you?”
“You have provided for me, many times.”
“Damn...you...you didn’t look like this, before.”
“You only believe this is my appearance. My...transponder, for want of a better word, was damaged on my previous stay here. Now? It does what it’s meant to do. Offers you an image with which you would be comfortable.”
“You’re pickin’ my brain with it...”
“Of course. It is the same with the others. Each one sees me in his own preferred form, each different from yours.”
“And to think I always thought Angelina Jolie was my favorite thing.”
“You only believed you thought that. When you died, all curtains were pulled open and doors were cast into the street. You are, now, what you always were, within. That is why I choose to work with you.”
“I don’t get it. If you can look like this to wander around the planet, what do you need me for?”
“Why did you say that? You are not a stupid man, Dirc.”
I almost laughed with glee at him using my preferred nickname. “Okay, I get it. I only see you like this; you aren’t really like this.”
“Correct. What you see is an illusion in your own mind, not workable in any sense that we need it to be. What we wish to achieve on this planet means we need one like you.”
“For my fucking and sucking abilities?”
“Correct. You physical presence was required, and you did quite well, for me and my ship.”
“That why’d you split on me?”
“We were ready. Why would we wait to leave?”
“I was bringing you—”
“More sustenance. Yes. Two humans, both of whom testified at your trial. It was fortunate we departed before you arrived. Their testimony would have been problematic, had they seen us. We are required to keep as low-profile as possible.”
“Like The Prime Directive in Star Trek.”
He nodded. “If that helps you to understand.”
“If you want me to bring you more guys, for food, it’s gonna be tricky. I’m pretty well-known, now, thanks my face being all over the news and social media. But we can start with these...”
Then I realized, “Where’s the driver?”
“He was not brought with you. As for these three, the one on the table is a problem. He has infused his body with some form of chemical that may render him useless for our plans.”
“Steroids. I knew it.”
“Yes, your thoughts informed us and our probes confirmed it. We are still verifying with the ship to see if he is usable as fuel.”
“Yeah, be a shame to waste him.”
“Eventually, we will let you do with him as you will. It would be nice to know if your actions are able to mitigate his undesirability. But as of now, we have other possibilities to contemplate. First, I remind you of a man you brought us...”
My brain started tickling and it seemed like suddenly I was back to a few weeks before all hell broke loose, driving through Las Vegas just after four am in a ratty pickup truck. I’d played a couple one-arm bandits and gotten a nice payout from one. Now I was out prowling for some guy to take back to the cave...and while I saw plenty of men who’d have made the Beast happy, none of them were alone or in a place where I could take them, easily.
Until I saw the Dancer. Getting out of his car under covered parking in a nice-enough apartment complex. Dawn was breaking so there was just enough light to make out how he was tall and had broad shoulders. Good form to his back and tight jeans showing off a glorious ass and long legs. He had black hair and tan skin, and a decent face to go with it all. And I could tell he had hair on his chest.
He started walking towards a stairwell so I pulled up behind him and asked, “Excuse me, do you know how to get to the airport from here? My phone’s dead so I got no GPS.”
He turned and came back, saying, “You know how to find the Strip?” His voice had an accent...like European, but not French or Spanish. And up close he looked a lot more buff...maybe a bit on the top-heavy side. That’s not to say his legs were bad; they just could have been thicker.
I got my nail ready with some of the Beast’s serum and got out of the truck, saying, “I can see the lights, but I keep runnin’ into dead ends.”
He nodded and pointed, looking away from me. “You must go back to Lake Mead Boulevard and turn to the left. It will take you to the Fifteen. It’s quite a long way but it’s simplest, then left on—”
I scratched his neck. He jolted and glared at me then he slumped against me. Damn, that shit worked fast. And, oh, did he feel nice in my arms.
I maneuvered him into the tail of the truck, bound his hands behind him and his ankles with tape. Then around his mouth as a gag. I felt up his ass, which was very-very nice, and tore open his shirt to look at his pecs. Also very nice. Hair feathering over them and around a pair of the prettiest tits I’d seen in this whole operation. Fondling his crotch said he was a bikini briefs kind of guy, which offered me a lot in the way of dick and balls. Oh, yes...
So I hopped in the truck and was out of there.
The Beast liked him, but I wasn’t allowed to do him. First, it had me work over that Latino kid. Which was a lot of fun. Then I got banished to my area of the cave as the Beast and the ship worked out some anger issues.
But finally I was called in to find the Dancer on the table, awake and cursing in some language that almost sounded German. Still fully dressed...and in need of a bath. I mentioned it, the Beast and ship had one of their discussions, then the ceiling morphed into a couple lines of water showering down, wetting both me and the Dancer.
Which I didn’t mind; he looked good wet.
I stripped myself, then tore his shirt completely off. Saw it was a pricey designer thing that came apart very easily. Pulled off his boots and socks, with the help of the whips—
Shit, the whips! Those were missing from my current visit. What happened to the—
Return to the Dancer kicked into my mind. I huffed, but did.
He was struggling and cursing too much for me to easily maneuver his jeans off, so the whips helped me tear them up the length of each leg, along the inner seam, then I pulled his zipper down and tore the seat of them in half. His legs looked better with nicely matted hair, but they were still on the lean side.
And he was wearing a thong, not bikini briefs. Which was easy to yank away, leaving him naked, but not as much fun. Water still poured down and vanished into the floor. That was weird.
To be sure, he had a nice dick and balls. Uncut. His pubes trimmed to fit the thong’s pouch. Meaning he probably wore one of those at the swimming pool, as well. No wonder he had no tan line.
I scurried back to my cubby hole and grabbed the soap I had, then returned to use it on him. Slow and easy. As intimate as I could make it. Sloshing along his legs and up his abs and over his pecs and under his arms and through his hair and down to around his balls...and he spit and cursed and howled and hated every second of it. So beautifully.
Just to be an asshole, I took his dick and pulled back the foreskin to wash there, as well. And I was glad I did. He needed it. So I went very, very slowly. Around and around. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Until he started to grow.
I thought of turning him face down to do his back, and so the tentacles did. And fuck...what a glorious ass he had. I did more of the slow washing...and by this point it was also affecting me and my needs. So I had him flipped back, face up, and got to work on his dick.
With the water still pouring down.
Since he was so sensitive, I pulled his foreskin back and ran my tongue and lips over his head, making him squirm and groan. And grow. I kept at it...and kept at it...and he grew...and he grew...until he was hard as a rock and fat and curving upwards with a head the size of Georgia peach.
That’s when I dove in and got rough and insistent and he grunted and groaned and cried and threatened as my hand traveled all over his body and around his ass and to tickle his balls, again and again...then he grew silent and with a little gasp fired into my mouth.
A lot.
Over and over.
I swallowed it all.
Felt the beauty of it envelop me like a warm blanket.
When I’d finally drawn out the last drop, I rose and then ran my lips all over his body, up one side and down the other. Then the tentacles lifted his legs up and shifted him to the bottom edge of the table and I rimmed him for a good five minutes.
Then jerked up and plunged into him.
Hard.
He screamed...which only made me go faster and harder.
I don’t remember how long I took to cum. The moments all blended together in his crying and cursing and begging and the shocks racing up and down my body as I fucked him and fucked him and fucked him until I felt an overwhelming surge come from my balls and shriek through every part of my being and I unloaded into him.
And I think I passed out from the beauty of it.
I just remember suddenly lying on another table, more like flopped on it...and he was gone.
At that point, I drifted back to the present. A bit confused. I didn’t remember enjoying him all that much...yet, apparently I had.
What the fuck?
“Did I complete the ritual?” I asked the Beast.
“It was unnecessary,” was its reply. “He more than satisfied my ship and myself, and gave me the suggestion that if we were to find more men like him...as much like him as possible...we could build a very successful business, offering meals to passersby.”
“Meals?”
It nodded to me.
“Passersby?”
It nodded, again. “Earth is on a newly developed route between galaxies. Were we to offer food and fuel, it could be very lucrative.”
“You mean, like a truck stop?”
“Simplistically, yes.”
So...the Beast was suggesting we offer Dudes as Foods.
And what was my one and only thought about it? I wonder how they’ll pay me...
