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I usually write about power and role reversal, either of former hotties aging and being humiliated by younger models (which I know from experience) or historical role reversal of whites being enslaved by others. Although these are certainly backed up by real incidents, the possible threat of domination and enslavement by a superior alien species has always fascinated me. Perhaps something like this following scene. Hope you enjoy!
"hey! What's this all about?"
Kyle couldn't believe his eyes. There he was, just an average 30year old American jock, stark bollock naked in a glass tube, surrounded by little grey things with big black eyes in what appeared to be some high tech laboratory. As he glanced around in growing panic, he saw other tubes also containing a naked dude, varying in ages from late teens to about 50. What the fuck was this? Last he remembered, he was at a July 4th barbecue with his fiancées family down near Lauderdale. He couldn't have drunk that much, could he?? And now.....
A metallic voice rang out "silence earthling. You have been selected for breeding purposes. You are aboard an exploration vessel of the Berossean federation. We are investigating your species' potential for enslavement. You are a primitive race, but you may be fit enough for the mines."
"fuck me!!" exclaimed Kyle.
That was an ill advised choice of words.
Suddenly he found his arms and legs bound to the tube walls. A buzzing noise heralded the emergence of a nasty looking metal probe up from the tube floor. With astonishing accuracy, the probe found Kyle's rectal passage. It entered his manhole with merciless insistence.
"Fuuuuuuck!" cried Kyle helplessly. This was a first for him.
"You will not be damaged by the anal probe earthling. It is merely a device to ensure your obedience. If you do not comply with all our orders, expect acute anal discomfort."
Kyle kept his mouth shut. "oh, shit" he thought.
"We have determined that you are fit for mating. The member is a healthy size and weight."
Kyle looked down with scarcely disguised pride at his healthy man-package swinging between his legs.
"Caucasian male to the dairy" came the metallic voice.
"Dairy? What the fuck?..." thought Kyle as he was sucked through the now-opened ceiling of the tube and carried swiftly through a labyrinthine pipe system like a crazy vacuum cleaner.
Finally, he was propelled into a chair-like contraption in a waiting stall, a kind of...... milking station. On either side of him was a long line of similarly bound human males.
He glanced to his left. Jeezus! It was Jackson. His buddy Jackson, a 25year old jock, the youngest mayor in their city's history. Now, without his trademark snappy suit, butt naked, fastened to this alien milking...thing.. his schlong out, ready to be pumped. Fuck they got Jackson too!
He glanced to his right. FFS! It was Ben. His old sparring partner Ben. A diminutive little bastard. Local republican party hack from his district. But he too was now a captive, a lump of livestock for these alien swine. Naked as nature, his modest pecker hooked up just like Kyle and Jackson's meat. Fuck this!
`Humans!" came that metallic voice again "you will now be stimulated to release your seed-fluid. Look straight ahead"
With that, a hologram appeared in front of them, over their imprisoned dongers. Hologramic women of incredible sexiness engaged in a set of erotic movements and poses that could barely be described in sufficiently sensual language. As these appeared, the milking pumps on their dicks went to work.
"awhhh! Fuck yeah!!" howled Kyle and Jackson as they gyrated in rhythm and passionate thrusts.
Ben however was markedly unstimulated. In fact, he groaned in discomfort as the dick pump worked his flaccid manhood. It seemed that womankind was not really his preference. The aliens swiftly copped the problem.
While human reasoning might have prompted them to simply cut their losses with this obvious dud, the Berosseans were operating with a different mentality. They wouldn't allow a waste of this kind. Ben's spunk had to be extracted somehow. If it required more particular a stimulation process, so be it. From their control room, the Berosseans scanned Ben's brain, seeking information as to his particular tastes. What they found both intrigued and amused them.
When the session had been done, when all the evidently hetero blokes had delivered their payloads, they were again sucked up through the vacuum tubes and sent to the slave holds in the Berossean vessel to await further experimentation. All, save Kyle and Jackson that is. And of course, Ben.
"now humans! You will be required to ensure full release of seed-fluid from your batch"
A group of Berosseans emerged from their control one and approached the three guys, still fixed into the milking machines. With a click, both Jackson and Kyle were released. They sat still panting from their pleasurable ordeal.
"You two!" the Berossean leader clearly indicated the two hetero lads. "this one here (pointing at Ben) requires your performance with each other to stimulate his reproductive organ. You will be re-energised for the performance."
WTF??....both Kyle and Jackson knew exactly where this was going. They looked at Ben, they looked at the Berosseans. They looked at each other....
With an audible buzz they felt new energy return to their schlongs. Their heads began to swim with erotic impulse. But this was unfair! If these alien bastards had the ability to get their mojos back up to full capacity, why couldn't they just do the same with Ben?
But the aliens had other ideas.
"get to it both of you. You know what is required. If you refuse, you will loose your members. Permanently."
"hey, my dudes" said Kyle trying to appear as nonchalant as was possible for a naked human slave an alien craft of a species evidently so far advanced than humanity who were even now threatening to slash his goolies off unless he fucked his bff. "im totally willing to accept you're the master race and all that, but it's just too much to ask us to....."
WHARRR!!
"Aggghhh!!!"
Kyle was cut short by a blast to his inner anus from that fiendish piece of technology that the Berosseans had inserted.
"human slave will not disobey order. Get right to it"
Oh fuck.
Well, if Ben needed a homo-show to get his tool in gear, it looked like the boys were going to have to accommodate.
Unpleasant, to say the least. But needs must. How would they go about this?
As it happened, Kyle and Jackson found it easier than they probably would have assumed. And hoped.
"Give me your ass, bitch!" yelled Jackson as he bent Kyle over and readied his boyhole for entry. Ben's pecker suddenly came to life. The milking machine restarted it's process.
"Fuck yeah, man!" roared Jackson as he ploughed Kyle's ass with his hefty soldier
"Awhh yeah! Give it to me, dude!" wailed Kyle as he took Jackson's glorious manhood up his sweaty hole.
Ben couldn't believe his luck. He might be a captive, a slave, a friggin' ram for these aliens- but they were giving him a show he had long, secretly, and swelteringly desired; his rivals, two all American jocks, performing for his pleasure.
Thar she blows!!
Little Ben's prick finally gave up it's sticky ghost.
Success! The Berosseans had their full complement at last.
The now thoroughly knackered threesome were sent to cool off in the slave hold.