Then a form appeared in the dark space above him, shining so bright he had to jam his eyes closed. As he adjusted to its glow, he slowly realized this was another man. Also naked. Lean and tightly muscled, with dark fans of hair over his body in all the places it should be. Nearly black eyes under thick lashes. A two-day growth of beard on his strong chin, surrounding full lips. A couple years older. He saw the hair on the man’s body shift slightly, as if he, too, were being caressed.
And he was also sporting an erection, his shaft ripe, his knob red, his foreskin drawn completely back from the head.
The suddenness of it jolted Finn, and jammed one thought into his mind.
I know him. I know him. From where?
The man recognized him, as well. His expression shifted to confusion. Then shock.
“Him?” the man said, in a Geordie accent. “It’s him?! No!”
“Newcastle!” Finn said, in shock. “You...uh, you’re Hallsworth! Detective Inspector...uh, Joss Hallsworth?”
The man’s expression grew pained he said, “Yeah. I know you. Winterbourne, from down South. Conference a few years back, at New Scotland Yard. You’d just gained Detective Sergeant.”
“Right, right. What the hell’s going on!?”
Joss almost laughed. “If I could explain it, I would. How’d they trap you?”
“Trap? I...I...I got called out to investigate some lights. Caller said...well, he thought they were...uh...they were...”
“Poachers,” said Joss. “Bloody hell...”
“No argument there,” Finn said...then felt the nothing-air slip up against his anus and he cried out, in shock. “STOP IT!”
“They’re all over you. Right?”
Finn had to fight a panic building in him. “I...I’m...I’m dreaming you?”
“No. You’re not.” His voice sounded mournful. “I...bloody fuckin’ hell, not him! Not him!”
Not him?
The nothing-air pushed harder against Finn’s rectum. He fought to keep from screaming then gasped, “What do you mean? Are they mauling you, too?”
“This is how they work. Touch and grope and fondle and abuse...and...and nothing’s there.”
“That’s what they’re doing to me, but I can’t move and...and...” Finn’s nips were pinched, making him shout, “WHO THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU? WHY’RE YOU DOING THIS?”
Then Finn realized he wasn’t lying down; he was upright, as was Joss. And they were closer together. Closer. Closer. Until their erections touched each other. Slipped side by side. Held in place as the nothing-air whispered over the both of them. Fondled them, together. And it felt so good...too good...too damn good.
“STOP! STOP IT!” Finn cried. “This is rape!”
“Oh, Christ,” Joss said, “I can’t...please...not him...”
Finn focused on Joss. “What’re you saying?!”
“They’re using me. Against you. Against others. Take me whenever they want and...no, don’t make me do it, not to him! Please...”
Finn felt the nothing-air surround his ankles and lift his legs up and up, even as his arms remained locked behind him and the caresses and the probing continued all over him.
He screamed, “NO! YOU’RE NOT — YOU CAN’T — NO! THIS IS RAPE! THIS IS RAPE!”
“They don’t care,” Joss murmured. “They don’t follow our laws. Dammit, don’t make me, please, not him.”
The nothing-air rested Finn’s legs on Joss’s broad shoulders, his ass now completely open and vulnerable. Then he felt Joss’s erection press against him.
“Finn, I’m sorry...”
“NO, NO, NO, NO, NO!”
The nothing-air opened Finn’s cheeks wider.
Joss’s dick pushed in.
Finn howled in pain.
It kept going in. Slowly. Slowly. Filling him. Deeper and deeper. He felt he was being torn in half and yelled and snarled in anger and frustration. And still he could not move to get away from it.
“I’m sorry, Finn, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry...”
Then Joss’s erection was all the way inside, right to the base; Finn could feel the man’s pubs against his skin. He felt the covering over his dick begin to pulse up and down, stroking him as Joss began rocking in and back and in and back and in and back.
I’m getting wanked as he buggers me?!
Finn gasped harsh and fast. His eyes slammed shut and he howled. He felt the nothing-air pinch his nips and whisper over his pecs and caress his thighs and toy with his pubes and fondle his balls as the unseen covering stroked his dick, making it harder and harder and bringing it closer and closer to the brink then stopping just before he could let go then starting, again, and it went on and on and on and every push in hurt and every pull back was like fire and he screamed and yelled and cursed and tried to fight but couldn’t move as he was mauled and groped and felt up and fucked and pulled at and it kept on and on and on and then...then slowly...oh so slowly...almost exquisitely, to his shock, the pain shifted...and each thrust began to feel like something beautiful and wanted and every nerve in his being was filled with pleasure. Each stroke on his own dick made it grow even harder. His balls became even more tender and quivered each time Joss’s pubes brushed against them. His nips were crazed by each light lovely pinch. His calves and thighs laughed with joy from the nothing-air traveling over them. He couldn’t believe it.
I’m enjoying being fucked by a man I barely know!? Getting off on being raped?
In and back and in and back, over and over and over, each thrust taking him closer and closer to a stunning nirvana. The passionate demands of it finally enveloped him and he lost all sense of time or reality as Joss kept going in and back and in and back and kept on and on and on for hours and hours and Finn didn’t care because he wanted it and needed it and hoped it would never end.
Until he felt a rush build from behind his balls and roll through his body as every muscle in him clenched and joined with the nothing-air’s caresses to make him grunt and let out a bellowing roar as the rush slammed down his thighs and across his ass and over his nips and up into his dick and a massive line of cum exploded from him, the like of which he had never experienced. It vanished into the invisible covering as he fired again and again and again, each jolt better than the last, draining him of what seemed like gallons of semen.
Then Joss slammed harder and harder against him and jolted and shuddered and stopped deep inside and cried out...and filled him with his own cum. Gasping and whimpering in both pleasure and horror and joy and pain, he rammed against Finn harder and harder, sending more and more flooding into him. On and on until he was a quivering, laughing mass and could make nothing in the way of a coherent sound.
Finn was so lost in his own overwhelming sensations and feelings and exultation, he was just as incoherent.
After what seemed like hours but was probably only a few minutes, stillness returned to them both and Finn slowly...slowly...slowly drifted back to himself. He found he was able to move his head, now. His arms hung limp, behind him. He looked at Joss, whose eyes were half-closed, his face slack from the intense pleasure as he pulled out. His dick was still dripping with semen.
No condom on him.
Finn’s own dick lay back on his belly, fat and clean and satisfied with itself. He was even still erect. Somewhat. And he felt nothing surrounding it, anymore, as it began to shrink back to normal. Then his legs were removed from Joss’s shoulders.
The man looked at him, confused.
“You’re still here,” he whispered, a near smile on his face. “Still here. You’re not...not...”
“What...you mean?” Finn managed to gasp.
Joss cast Finn a vague, sorrowful glance as he murmured, “They. They made me. Do this. To others. So many others. Just like us. Till they. Till they let loose, same as you. They all did. But they. They left. Fell away. You haven’t. Now I see. So sorry.”
“Were you...done like this, too...?”
“I...I’m so sorry. Didn’t want this. For you. Sorry.”
“Not your fault,” Finn murmured.
Joss smiled. “That’s what. Rob said. Manchester’s finest, he was. Poor bastard.”
Then Joss drifted back into the blue light.
Finn felt the nothing-air still caressing him. Fondling him. Probing him. Nips, balls, dick, thighs, ass, back, sides, face, feet...but it was in a manner that seemed sweet and caring. Loving, even.
Which made no sense. Did his assailant think he’d been made love to? Had this really been some bizarre alien abduction and the bastards believed it was a proper sexual coupling of Earth people? That he’d wanted it to happen? Despite his screams and struggles? It had hurt like hell, and he was brutally sore from the fucking...but he had to admit how mellow and easy he felt after having cum like he did. So much so, he almost didn’t care about being violated.
That shocked him more than anything — the idea that he had rather enjoyed being raped by Joss!
In his head, he knew this had been a harsh, vicious, cruel, manipulative, painful sexual assault. But a deeper truth also made itself known.
I want it to happen, again.
His unbelievably intense ejaculation at the end of it had overcome the horror of everything else. He felt like someone coming down off his first snort of coke, who wanted more, wanted to regain that high. It frightened him, but also put him at ease.
Which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.
He felt his CKs being slipped back up his legs in gentle caresses. The tight, white cotton softly surrounded his ass and scrotum as the nothing-air adjusted his dick and balls so he was comfortable. Next came his trousers, socks and shirt, followed by his shoes. The tie was knotted around his neck, and the suit coat came on and the light swirled blue and —
He was lying in the forest, two constables watching over him, one young and fit, the other older and more concerned. The young one was on a mobile phone.
“‘E’s coming ‘round, sir,” the man said. “Yes, still needs a medic. ‘E looks pretty shaky.”
Finn made himself sit up, even though he felt rather dizzy. He glanced at the fit young constable and noticed how the lad completed that uniform very nicely, in every way, his pale blond hair, chiseled features, and strong tanned forearms glistening with golden down adding to his beauty.
Confused, Finn had to make himself look away.
“How long?” he murmured, his voice shaky.
“We got here ‘bout twenty minutes, ago, sir,” said the older constable. “Saw your car and looked around. Couldn’t find you till there was some lightning in the clouds and I noticed you here. Dunno why we didn’t see you, before. I loosened your tie.”
“Know what ‘appened?” the young constable asked.
Finn shook his head and started to get up. The older man held him down.
“I’d stay put, were I you, sir. That’s a nasty cut over your ear.”
Finn touched a sore spot behind his right ear and his fingers came away with dabs of blood on them. He sighed. So it was all just a dream. He was only sore from having fallen or been hit; he wasn’t sure which, yet.
Which was vaguely disappointing.
He almost laughed. He’d never even thought of being with a man, before, let alone getting buggered by one, but here he was, sad that what had happened in his head hadn’t occurred in reality. It was madness.
But something didn’t add up. He ached in every part of his body, as if he’d overdone his workout, something he never did. Could that be from just a blow to the head? And should his ass hurt like he’d taken a really hard bowel movement? And his nipples, why were they so tender? And why did he feel so...so different, now, as if his whole world had shifted?
That’s when he realized his undershirt was gone.
I always wear one.
A weird sort of relief swept over him and he smiled. It really had happened. He felt his balls tingle and his dick shift in agreement, and with it came a surprising hunger. An odd sort of need.
And that lovely young constable would be just the tonic for it.
A thousand questions exploded through Finn’s mind. One moment he’s dreaming of a night with a beautiful woman; the next, he’s focused on the very nice rear and well-formed legs of a man and thinking how much he’d like to have access to them? Really?
So was he queer, now? Had the aliens made him a poof? One of his uncles was gay, and he was the coolest man Finn had ever known. Had he decided to swing to that side, thanks to this?
No, the very idea was ridiculous. One doesn’t go gay from a smack to the head, and you can’t rape a man into changing his sexual orientation. The whole process would be too traumatic.
The thing was, he didn’t feel traumatized. Which made even less sense. He had dealt with rape victims when he was a constable, and there had always been a sense of powerlessness and trauma and anger and pain, involved. Why not with him?
It looked like Prue would have to wait, because he needed to sort this out, and the first step towards doing that would be to track down Joss. Find out what he knew about this whole mess. If he had any form of an explanation. Then would come finding what sounded like a fellow officer named Rob. Manchester’s finest, as Joss put it. Finn needed to see if his reactions had been the same as his own. If his world had been shifted as much. He bet Rob would turn out to be someone about the same age and as fit as him and Joss.
Poor Bastard? Perhaps a DS like me, whose world’s shifted, too? Confused, too?
Finn began to smirk at the thought. For some reason, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with Rob. To compare notes, of course. Support each other. See if they could figure out why this happened. Maybe they could even sequester themselves in his gay uncle’s B&B, near Whitford Park.
For a long leisurely weekend. In a double bed. Engorging on carry-out...and the pleasure of his company. Uncle Niall wouldn’t mind.
That thought brought an even more-wicked gleam to Finn’s eye. Then he and Rob could go to Newcastle and face down Joss, together. Something about the man’s careful choices of words and reticence in answering Finn’s questions made him fairly certain there was more going on than he was saying. Especially taking into account how he’d danced around the comment of having been used in the same way as them.
Whatever had happened, they needed to dig up the reason they both had been taken, and why a man like Joss was the one doing the taking. Finn remembered he had a wife and kids. Of course, that didn’t mean much; Joss could be bisexual. So they would need to guide him away from the family. To a hotel, maybe. Where they could pick his brain and drag more about the other rapes from him. He had indicated there were others, hadn’t he? Other men brutalized like them.
Which sent a shiver diving straight into Finn’s scrotum.
He almost hoped Joss would not be forthcoming about the other men.
Wasn’t that a cute choice of words?
But it could give him and Rob justification to introduce their unwilling rapist to the joy of being on the receiving end. Show him what he’d missed by not being used like them.
Get some of our own back. Wouldn’t that be fun?
Finn jolted.
A detective Sergeant as sensible and sure as he was, who knew right from wrong, without question, considering breaking a dozen sexual assault laws, fun?
What the hell had happened to him? Finn was not a believer in alien abductions, but something ridiculously confusing and intense had taken hold of him and he had no other rational explanation for it. All he knew for certain was, his whole way of viewing sex had been altered, and he now felt not only different and confused but also delightfully dangerous.
He heard sirens approaching. One of them an ambulance. He touched the injury behind his ear. The blood was already coagulating, and he felt no real pain. No headache. Nothing but a soft murmur of a throb. Could that have been the cause of his shift in perceptions? Did something like this happen after a concussion? Should he see a specialist to make certain he wasn’t damaged more than he thought?
Yes, that had to be it. He’d been assaulted and struck unconscious, and it had scrambled his brain. He was just thinking he’d worn an undershirt, because he always did, but might not have had a clean one to change into after his shower. Of course. It all made sense, now. He’d probably feel back to normal once he’d had a checkup and good night’s sleep.
Except...
A singular thought insisted on bouncing around in his mind.
Me and Rob on Joss. Yes, that would be fun.
And not one iota of his being even considered rejecting the idea.
