This story is a work of fiction, obviously. If it is illegal to read about teenage boys in sexual situations where you live, stop reading now. No boys--or aliens--were harmed in the creation of this story.
Copyright 2004 Elerian Mordrell. All rights reserved. Reprint or repost is forbidden without author's permission.
Comments to elerian1@comcast.net are welcome and will be acknowledged.
Author's Note:
This story was written for a special boy--he knows who he is. He's already heard every compliment ever conceived, but they're all woefully inadequate. He's almost too good to be real--but he is real. Selflessness and insight are his names. Healing and forgiveness are his passions. Whenever I am down, I think of him and smile, though I am unworthy of him. I love him, and am not ashamed to say so. This story is my gift to him.
--S.
Cody's Alien Encounter
Cody walked home from school a little faster than usual today. Just a few days ago, he'd discovered something about himself that most boys his age had probably known for years: He could make himself come. Cody was fourteen now, and he'd been anticipating this day for what seemed like forever.
He remembered how it had happened. He had been lying in bed, naked, the sheets pulled down around his ankles. His young, smooth body seemed electric at his own touch, and just stroking his hands down his chest, pausing at his dime-sized pink nipples, had caused his five-inch uncut cock to harden into a steel beam. He'd slowly slid his hands down to his pelvis, rubbing them through his sparse blond pubic hair, and gripped his shaft. He'd often touched and caressed his cock before, and loved the feelings that coursed through his developing body. But lately, there had seemed to be something incomplete. He'd found it the other night. As he'd slid his cock through his fist, slowly at first, he'd caught a rhythm he'd been previously unaware of. He began to move his hand faster. His breathing and heart rate accelerated, and a delicious sensation of fullness began to build up in his rock-hard boy penis. His foreskin pulled tight around his cockhead, and Cody was sure he'd never been as hard, or felt so sexy or grown up, as he did in that one moment.
Time had seemed to stop in that moment two nights ago. The fullness in his cock grew until it became exquisitely excruciating. It felt as if there were lava bubbling in his young balls. His fist suddenly stopped moving up and down of its own volition, and his cock erupted. White-hot cum boiled through his insides, almost searing him. Cody's brain whited out, and nothing existed in the moment except his penis and his hard, hairless little balls, drawn tight up against his pelvis. A stream of thin, whitish boycome jetted from his piss-slit and splashed against his chin. A second and a third stream shot from him and landed on his chest and belly as he gasped. Cody squeezed his dick as much as his sensitive flesh would allow, and several small clear droplets welled up and dribbled down the side of his shaft.
Finally, Cody had recovered, and he had dropped off to sleep in the afterglow of his first orgasm.
Now, he quickened his walk home from school even more. The memory had caused his teenage cock to spring up his head, and it tented the front of his blue school uniform shorts as he strode down the sidewalk. He hoped none of the neighbors came out to say hello. After what seemed like an eternity, Cody finally reached his house and turned up the path to his front door. He let the door slam behind him and called out to his mother.
"Mum, I'm home!" His clear voice rang out. There was no answer. Right, it was Tuesday, her day at the PTA, and she wouldn't be home until eight or so. There was a note on the fridge.
"Cody," it said, "PTA today. Be home later. Help yourself to stew on the stove. Love you, sweetheart. --Mum"
Good deal, Cody thought to himself. A few hours all to myself. He got a glass of juice from the fridge, downed it, and bounded upstairs. He dumped his bookbag on the floor and shut his door. He stopped in front of the full-length mirror on his wall, admiring himself. About five-feet-five-inches tall, fit from playing soccer, blue eyes, straight straw-colored hair medium length and parted in the middle. He smiled at himself, exposing his braces, expertly installed by his orthodontist mum. He knew he was good-looking; he could hear the girls whisper and giggle as he walked by in the halls sometimes. But they didn't really interest him. Cody was much more interested in a few of the boys at school--Ever since he'd come to the U.S. from Australia when he was six, Cody had known he was gay.
Ethan at school drove him wild. He was gorgeous. Tall and dark-haired, with a soccer player's body and a perfect face. If Ethan were only gay. But Cody was a little too nervous to bring that up. What if he weren't? He'd lose a good friend, not to mention a chance to sleep over with Ethan and maybe catch a glimpse of him naked... he decided to call Ethan later and see if he wanted to spend the night this weekend. Yeah ... Cody had seen him in the shower one time, and he dreamed of sucking Ethan's cut teenage cock.
Cody sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He thought the best part of going to Eastern Catholic was the uniform. It was so handsome--a blue blazer over a powder blue Oxford shirt and club tie, with matching blue short pants that came to about three inches above the knee. Cody thought his legs and knees were his best features. They were muscular and lean from playing soccer, and since he'd just hit puberty, there was just a very light blond fuzz on his shins and calves that you couldn't even see unless you were up close. He loved showing his legs off, and never ever wore shorts that covered his knees.
Cody removed the blazer and looked at himself in only the short-sleeved shirt, tie, and shorts. Yeah, he was cute. His mind turned back to his first real masturbation session of the other day, and blood immediately rushed to his cock. Man, it seemed like he was always hard these days, but that was nothing to complain about. He only wished there were an older man he could talk to about all the stuff he was going through.
He slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth, adolescent chest. His pecs were clearly defined, but not heavy with muscle. Cody loved his body, trusted it. He pretty much had to, being a star athlete on his varsity soccer team, even though he was just a freshman. He flexed in the mirror and was gratified to see his small four pack pop out and the veins in his thin biceps define themselves. His cock throbbed and pulsed as he stared at himself.
He then unbuttoned his sexy uniform shorts and stepped out of them, then toed off his dress shoes and pulled his black socks off his shapely feet. Now he was only wearing his red boxer briefs, his penis pushing them away from his body. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled them down, exposing his cock to the air. It sprung up at an angle from his scant blond peachfuzz, and the head of his foreskin leaked precum as he reached down to stroke himself. Abandoning the mirror, he lay down on his bed and began pump his dick, letting the foreskin slide over his swollen, sensitive gland. Already he could feel the semen welling up in his tight, hairless balls, wanting to come out. He slowed down. He wanted to try something he'd read about, and didn't want to come too soon. He pulled his legs up so that his shapely ass pointed in the air, and let his finger roam his crack until it came to the virgin rosebud hidden there. He rubbed around the rim and brought his finger to his nose and smelled his musky scent. He licked the tip of his finger, wetting it thoroughly, and brought it back to his hole. He slowly pushed it in as his penis pulsed in response. He stopped at just a quarter inch, loving the slight pain and pressure that his finger brought to his ass. He pushed in a little farther and cried out softly. Soon, his finger was buried in his ass up to the knuckle, and Cody could barely stand the waves of pleasure that coursed through him.
He resumed stroking his cock as he moved his finger in and out of his ass. On the fourth stroke, his finger pressed against something inside him that might have felt even more intense than his first orgasm. Suddenly his eyes squeezed shut as his balls contracted and jets of boycome shot from his cock about three feet in the air. He came and came as his ass muscles clenched around his finger and he cried out uncontrollably.
Soon, his breathing slowed and he lowered his legs until he was lying spread-eagled on his bed. My prostate! He thought. I think I found it! He knew he'd become even more intimate with that little gland in the days and weeks and months to come, and he hoped he could find a special boy to stimulate it for him--maybe with a rock hard cock of his own.
Refreshed and happy, Cody jumped up and got his books to do his homework. He decided to work naked, since that's how he was most comfortable.
Later, after Cody had eaten, finished his homework, and hung out with his mum, he was ready for bed. He yawned and stretched out on his bed, still naked. No worries or concerns troubled him. He was a happy, healthy boy. He snuggled up with his cat, Lynx, and almost immediately dropped off to sleep. Anyone looking in on him would have seen only an angelic sleeping face, a beautiful naked boy.
And of course there was someone looking in.
It was about midnight. Cody had been sleeping for several hours. But a strange sound, sort of a cross between a buzzing and a whistling, began to penetrate his doze. A white light began to seep through his closed eyelids, and he began to rouse.
The light became brighter, and the buzzing in his head became louder. As he came closer and closer to wakefulness, he could hear (feel?) the buzzing modulate in his head, almost as if there were words trying to be said.
Fully awake now, Cody opened his eyes. What he saw scared him more than he'd ever been scared in his life. His jaw gaped, and his eyes were so wide they looked like perfect circles. Two figures stood silhouetted by the window of his room, but the figures didn't quite register in his mind. They were tall and thin, and wearing blue and silver robes of a material he'd never quite seen before. The light shone through from an unknown source outside, bright and piercing. As he stared in incomprehension, finally he realized what was wrong with them--they weren't human. Their faces were long and triangular, tapering at the bottom. Their eyes were almond shaped and huge, and pointing diagonally toward the center of their vaguely insectile faces. The eyes stared at him dispassionately.
"He is awake!" The buzzing sounded in his head.
"Quiet, fool, his brainwaves have adjusted. He can hear you."
Cody was perplexed, but through his terror he was able to understand what was happening. He didn't know what these creatures were, but it was clear that the buzzing was how they communicated, and he could hear them in his mind.
"Be still, human boy-child. We are not here to harm you," the taller of the two creatures intoned in Cody's mind.
"Who-- what are you?" Cody asked in a high, thin voice.
"It is not important. You are ours now. But we cannot permit you to resist. Sleep now, and all will become clear."
Cody began to protest, tried to jump up out of his bed. But the creature who had spoken to him merely raised his spider-like arms, and Cody knew no more.
When Cody woke up, he was no longer in his room. As he opened his eyes, he noticed he was lying naked on his back on a metal table. The table was cut out in perfect proportion to his young body, with sections for his legs, arms, and torso. His legs and arms were secured by metal bands, and another band encircled his flat stomach. He could not move.
Scared, Cody tried to take in his surroundings. He was in a bare metal room, shaped like a perfect oval. He could see no doors, but there was a bank of what looked like electronic equipment built into one wall. Cody stretched his neck and was able to look down over the edge of his table. What he saw astounded him. The table did not appear to be resting on the floor. It was floating in midair, with nothing seeming to attach it to floor or walls.
Cody swallowed hard, his heart beating a mile a minute. Okay, calm down, he thought to himself. This whole thing's got to be a dream, right? There's no way what I think is happening could actually be happening.
Just then, he could start to hear the same buzzing he heard last night. God, no, he thought. What's going to happen to me?
"Be at ease, boy-child," a voice said in his mind. It was the same creature as last night. He didn't know how he knew, but he did. "I would speak to you now." Suddenly, the creature was at his table. Cody couldn't see how he'd gotten there.
"Wh-- what do you want with me? What are you?"
"As to who we are, it matters little. However, you would say that we come from the vicinity of the star Betelgeuse. It is located in your sky in the winter constellation of Orion. As to what we want with you, that you will soon see."
"You're .... you're aliens?"
"`Aliens?' To you, I suppose we are. To us, you are alien. That is why we must learn from you."
"What do I call you?" asked Cody. He couldn't think of anything else to say.
"Interesting question. Let me confer." The alien cocked his head to one side, as if listening. The buzzing became louder in Cody's head, but he couldn't make out any words. The buzzing stopped, and the creature once more turned to regard Cody with his black eyes. "We have conferred, and the word Beast' comes to mind as an acceptable approximation. And a term of endearment we have plucked from your mind is Uncle.' Therefore you may call me `Uncle Beast.'"
"Uncle Beast," Cody said, tasting the words through his fear. "Uncle Beast, why have you kidnapped me? Where am I? What's going to happen to me?"
"Softly, boy-child. One question at a time. Firstly, we kidnapped' you to learn from you. You will be undergoing a series of tests and experiments designed to gauge certain responses of your body and mind. Also, we find your form pleasing, so we will also be indulging certain ... desires of our own. Secondly, you are on our ... I suppose you would call it a spaceship' or `flying saucer', though neither of those terms is particularly accurate. Thirdly, though you may be slightly uncomfortable during some of the ... procedures ... you have my word that you will not be permanently harmed."
That didn't really put Cody at ease. "What kind of experiments? How long will you keep me? When can I go home?" he asked, a tremor in his voice.
"Time is of no concern, boy child. You may be here for what will seem like hours, or days, to you, but when you are returned, it will be as if you never left at all. Also, I assure you that you will indeed be returned home." Uncle Beast cocked his head to the side again, listening. "As to the experiments you will undergo, that you will soon see. Now rest, boy child, for there is a long day ahead of you." Uncle Beast raised his painfully skinny arms again, swimming in the long blue and silver robe, and Cody lost consciousness again.
When he awoke this time, three of the aliens were standing around his table. They peered down at him with their inscrutable faces, and Cody's heart began to triphammer again in fear. Still, being exposed to their stares like this, completely vulnerable, was a bit exciting. He could feel his cock begin to twitch, though he willed it to stop.
Cody looked around, and did not see Uncle Beast among the creatures. Surprised, Cody realized he was beginning to be able to tell the individual aliens apart from one another on sight, even after such a short time. But he was disappointed. Uncle Beast had so far been kind to him, and he wasn't sure if these other aliens would be.
"Where's Uncle Beast?" Cody asked plaintively. His young voice squeaked a bit.
"Silence, child," came the buzzing in Cody's head. "Your `Uncle Beast' will be along shortly. He is not required for this stage of the procedures." Cody stared at the speaker, and notice he was grasping a long, thin tube in one of his spidery hands. The tube was a bright green color. Cody had seen a catheter before, and he was pretty sure this was one. He gulped, but again his boy penis twitched.
"Is that for me?"
"Yes. Now be silent." With that, the alien unceremoniously reached down to Cody's cock and gently pulled back his foreskin until the gland was completely exposed. Cody gasped. The alien's skin was cool and smooth, and completely unlike anything he'd ever felt. The touch electrified him, and his cock stood at complete attention. The buzzing intensified in his head, and Cody picked out a few words: "Look at his organ! We arouse him."
But Cody could understand no more, and the alien continued his ministrations. He grasped Cody's hard cock in his thin fingers, and placed the end of the tube at the opening of Cody's urethra. He paused. "Now, child, attempt to be still. This may ... sting."
The alien began to slide the tube into Cody's penis. The pain was wire-thin excruciating, but his erection did not soften. He whimpered, and his wrists thrummed against his metal bonds. As the catheter was inserted, the pain began to subside, and one of the other aliens stroked Cody's chest and shoulders to calm him. His touch eased his fear, and Cody began to calm down. Soon the catheter was inserted into Cody's bladder, and the alien removed his hands from it. The tube extended below the table, and Cody could not see what it was attached to.
"Child, in order to be certain we obtain accurate readings from our procedures, it is essential that certain systems of your body be completely clean and free of contaminants. Therefore, we will initiate a cleansing procedure beginning with your urinary tract. Endeavor to be calm. We understand this procedure feels ... strange." The alien turned and nodded to one of his companions, who again began stroking Cody's skin. The other reached his arm down below the table where Cody could not see, and it was strange, because Cody was sure the arm grew, became longer than it was. Cody heard a click and the gentle whirring sound of machinery.
As he watched, the tube inserted in his penis changed color slightly, darkening as it filled with fluid. He could feel a warm sensation in his penis as the fluid coursed through it and began to fill his bladder. Then he gasped--the fluid began shifting temperatures rapidly as it flowed. First it was warm, then cool, then burning hot. Then it cooled again, and then it became as cold as ice. Cody writhed on the table as the fluid froze and burned him. It filled his bladder quickly and eventually settled to the same lukewarm temperature from which it had started.
"It is enough," said one of the aliens, and reached down again. Cody heard another click, and the timbre of the machinery changed. Now the fluid was being sucked out of his bladder, and the sensation of fullness gradually faded. Cody felt vaguely disappointed, but didn't understand why.
When his bladder was emptied, the aliens seemed satisfied. "Your urinary tract is now cleansed. We will now begin phase two." The alien raised his hand, and the bonds surrounding Cody instantly retracted. "Please do not attempt escape, child. There is literally nowhere to go. Now sit up." Cody obeyed, and got a better look at the room which held him. The first thing that caught his eye was that there was no floor--at least the table and the aliens were not resting upon it. The aliens floated in midair, but moved as if they were walking on hard surface. There was no sensation of weightlessness, either. There was definitely gravity.
"How-- how is that possible?" Cody stammered.
"Possible?" echoed the alien.
"You aren't standing on the floor."
"Ah, yes. We have equipment that enables us to simulate gravity in extreme localizations. Why walk on the floor if it is not necessary to do so? Observe." The alien made an adjustment to the small wristwatch-like device he was wearing beneath his robe, and he rose a foot or so above his previous location. He tapped the controls again and sank to where he was before. "Do not worry. You are safe and cannot fall. Now, please turn over and lie on your stomach."
"Why? What are you going to do?"
"Please turn over and lie on your stomach, child," the alien repeated patiently.
Cody obeyed. His cock, still semi-hard, pressed up against his stomach, and he had enough presence of mind and teenage hormones to enjoy the feeling. As soon as he was in position, the metal bands re-circled his torso and extremities. "What's phase two?" he asked quietly.
"I will answer. Phase two is the cleansing of your rectum, colon, and lower intestine. There is also a necessary stretching procedure."
"Stretching?"
The alien walked over so Cody could see him. There was a small metal cylinder in the creature's hand. It held the device up so Cody could see it was about six inches long and a half inch wide and the color of dull gunmetal. Cody could see no machinery or controls on it. The alien waved his hand over the device, and it began to hum. Then, its circumference began to slowly expand, so it became an inch wide, then three inches, then six, then nine. As it expanded, its walls became thin and latticed--held together by wire so thin it was nearly invisible. "It does not look particularly strong, does it?" asked the Alien. He held the device closer to Cody "But if we placed seven molecules of this metal into the hull of say, one of your military fighter planes, not even a tactical nuclear strike would then so much as scratch it." The device now looked a bit like a six-inch-tall ring cake mold, open on both top and bottom. Its sides were completely transparent, but the tiny strands of wire were visible as the light danced off them.
"You're going to put that inside me?" Cody squeaked.
"Yes. We designed the device with certain pain-relieving characteristics, but you will still feel ... stretched. Then we will clean you. You will be uncomfortable, but it is necessary. Now be still."
The alien moved out of Cody's sight. He closed his eyes and sighed ... again, it seemed as if his penis had forgotten he was about to be hurt--it throbbed purposefully against his flat stomach, and he thought he could feel it leaking a little. Cody tried to relax, but his heart pounded.
Cody's ass felt tremendously exposed. He could feel the aliens' smooth skin begin to stroke him down there. Suddenly, unceremoniously, his asscheeks were spread apart, and the small, cold cylinder was inserted into his rectum. The buzzing in his head grew excited. So far, it didn't hurt. The metal was cold, but it was heating up, and Cody could feel it slightly pressing against his prostate--which he'd just found last night.
Then, he could feel the device vibrate. And it began to get bigger. And bigger. At first, it felt good--the device pressed more into his prostate, and his cock throbbed in response. But as the device passed three inches, four in width ... Cody felt his muscles protest. They stretched to the very limit of his endurance, and then beyond. He screamed. He felt as if someone were driving a train through his lower body. He writhed, desperate for escape, screaming. Screaming. He would do anything if the pain would stop.
Then, it did. A soothing, calming sensation flooded through his ass, as though a boy with healing powers had touched his bottom with one magical, glowing finger. Cody slowly came back to himself. He felt decidedly strange. His ass felt ridiculously stretched, but the pain was minimal. And he noticed his cock had not minded the pain at all--it was leaking more than ever. Cody found himself wishing he could free it. He heard one of the beasts in his head, "Fear not, boy child. Your organ will not be ignored." Cody shivered at the thought of what these beasts had in mind for his `organ.'
Now, he felt a new sensation--something else was going on down there. He felt something rough, something bristly, like metal pubic hair. It began rubbing against the brutally stretched walls of his anus and rectum ... and then further up. Inside him, in his guts. The feeling was indescribable. But there was not much pain, just a terrible feeling of invasion. Soon another brush-thing joined the first. They finished far up inside his colon, then increased their speed in his rectum and anus. One of them kept running into his dislocated prostate gland, teasing it. It bumped again, and again, bristly, hard, yet somehow gentle and yielding. Cody's cock became harder, and harder. He began to move his body slightly in response, though each movement jolted him and flooded his ass with pain. Still, the pleasure was undeniable. His rhythm increased, and so did the brush's.
Cody gasped ... he was cumming. His cock throbbed and pulsed, swelling with boy juice, then spurting, spurting, spurting. He stopped breathing as he squeezed his cock muscles involuntarily, and one more drop of cum was released. Small tears came to Cody's eyes as he recovered. His breathing resumed, and he realized that his ass no longer felt stretched. The aliens had removed their device as he came. Obviously they were not finished, as they did not move far from where he was, yet sensed movement of aliens and large equipment. He still felt somewhat ... distended, he guessed, and he wondered idly what was next. He wondered if he could take it, or whether his young heart would simply burst at the pleasure and pain and pure strangeness.
Suddenly the metal bands released themselves. He was free for the moment. He rolled himself over. His lower belly was slick from his own cum, quickly drying. One of the aliens, the one that had been speaking to him while they were working on him, reached out his finger and slid it through the Cody cum. He then raised his finger to his lips, and licked the cum from his finger with a long greenish-gray tongue. Cody was somewhat surprised by the tenderness of this gesture, and again felt his penis respond.
As the alien tasted Cody's cum, a change came over him. His body vibrated slightly, and his balck eyes changed color from black, to dark green, to blazing white, and back to reflective black again. Slowly, he recovered. "Pleasing, child. Some part of you has enjoyed our procedures. Now, please lie back. There is one more preparation that must be made. Ah, I think someone is about to join us."
"Uncle Beast?" Cody heard a buzzing that was more familiar than the others.
"Hello, Boy-child. It is pleasing to see your form again. I trust you have not been harmed too badly?"
"I ... I'm okay. But it did hurt some."
"I understand. Please do not be concerned. You have not been permanently damaged. Please lie back. I think you will find this next part of the procedure agreeable."
"All right," Cody said, and obeyed. The metal bands once again encircled him. "I'm thirsty," he said. Do you think I could have a glass of water?"
"Water?" echoed Uncle Beast. "Ah yes, the hydrogen oxygen compound. Yes, this may be arranged." Uncle Beast stepped closer to Cody's head and leaned over. His alien, gray, black-eyed, narrow face was scarcely six inches from Cody's own. Cody could smell him ... he smelled like fresh grass, cut on a summer's day. It was a sexy smell. "Open your mouth," said the creature. Cody did so. Then he was sputtering, because a stream of cold, clear water was jetting from Uncle Beast's mouth into his own. Surprised, Cody got the idea and drank.
Uncle Beast closed his mouth and the stream of water stopped. "Is this satisfactory?" He didn't wait for an answer. "We must now attach some instruments to you. Please lie still."
Two other aliens came to surround Cody's head. Each was holding two leads in his hand. The leads had tiny clamps--about a quarter inch long--attached to them. One alien reached his hands toward Cody's mouth and attached one clamp to the left top side of his braces, then the other clamp to the right bottom. Cody could now not close his mouth entirely, but the sensation was not entirely unpleasant.
The other beast then attached the other clamps to Cody's pink, dime sized nipples. It pinched him and tickled at the same time--and Cody found it quite sexy. He sighed and his penis again began to grow hard.
Without warning, there was a burst of static, and Cody's body thrummed against his bonds. Current slammed into him from the leads, and then was gone as suddenly as it had begun, he slumped, nearly unconscious. He barely heard the angry buzzing of Uncle Beast in his head, but even now he knew it was not directed at him. "Fool! You have attached the device in the incorrect order! Another millisecond and the boy child would be irrecoverable. This is the second time you have displeased me in the time of two circlings. You are removed from this procedure. Return to your quarters and remain there until I send for you." The other alien did not speak, but was gone. Cody did not see how he left.
Cody slowly regained his senses. He looked down at himself. There was a slight burning sensation at his nipples, but it wasn't serious. His teeth hurt slightly. All in all, he seemed all right to himself. Then he caught sight of his privates. His cock had shrunk at the indignity of the shock, but that wasn't what caught his eye ... Cody's pubic hair. It was gone. He was now smooth as a ten year old boy. Cody raised his eyebrows. Oh well, he shrugged. He was sure it would grow back.
Uncle Beast came to his side. "We apologize, boy child. The error was ours. Please lie still for one moment." Uncle beast removed his nipple leads, and massaged Cody's nipples for a moment, soothing them.
"What will happen to the other alien?" asked Cody.
"Happen? I do not yet know. It may be that I will consume him and add his strength to his own. It may be that I will ignore him, for that is the greatest indignity. I must consider the matter. It is none of your concern." Uncle Beast then gently reattached Cody's nipple leads. "Now," he said, "please close your eyes, boy child."
Cody obeyed. As he did so his mind was flooded with images. There was Lynx. His mother. An FA/18 Super Hornet speeding across the sky. Ethan, from school, wearing his soccer kit. Ethan, naked. Ethan, naked with a hard cock, close to Cody's face. Oh God ... Cody could feel Ethan's penis sliding between his lips. He open his mouth to accommodate it. It slipped in and Cody involuntarily began sucking it. He could taste Ethan, his clean skin and musky scent. Cody slid his tongue up and down Ethan's piss slit and into his foreskin--which was odd, because Cody knew Ethan was cut. Cody wondered how that could be, but the sensation was so real. Ethan's cock began pumping into Cody's mouth, fucking his mouth. Soon hot salty boycum was filling up his mouth ... Ethan came and came and came, dribbling his spunk into Cody's waiting mouth. It was too much, and some dribbled down his chin. His own cock throbbed with desire. He opened his eyes ... And there was nothing there. The sensation was gone. Ethan was gone. His cum was gone. It was never there. Cody was bitterly disappointed, but Uncle Beast spoke up. "Be at ease, boy child. You have done well and will not be unrewarded."
Uncle Beast then raised a long hypodermic needle in front of his face. The needle's chamber was filled with an electric blue fluid. "I must now inject your testicles with this, boy child. The pain should be minimal." He lowered the needle to Cody's sac and slowly slid it in. Cody breathed in slightly at the slight pinch. He'd never been injected in the testicles before, and he rather liked the feeling. A coldness then spread through his balls, then a heat. The blue fluid slowly emptied out of the hypodermic chamber, and suddenly Cody's cock was hard--rock hard. Precum leaked from his cockhead in a stream, pooling on his lower belly. His penis pointed up at a slight angle from Cody's body, and he gasped. His cock felt like a thrumming lightning rod, filled with energy and cum.
Uncle Beast then produced three small metal rings with what looked like bolts or cotter pins attached to them--ring clamps. One of these he looped around the base of Cody's balls, and slowly tightened. It hurt a little, but Cody was too excited to care. One other ring clamp Uncle Beast attached to the base of Cody's rock-hard penis, and the last to the shaft, just below the head. Cody was in an ecstasy of torture--if anything else touched his cock now, he felt that he would shoot a gallon of cum. Uncle Beast then attached leads to each ring clamp. Cody couldn't see where they went.
Uncle Beast nodded to one of the other aliens. The other brought over a transparent container and held it close to Cody's cock. "I am ready," said the other alien.
"Close your eyes once again, boy child." Cody obeyed. As he did so, he saw Ethan again. This time, Ethan was standing over his table, his face close to Cody's cock. His small tongue reached out and touched the tip of Cody's pre-cum soaked cockhead--Cody felt it. And then he came. Uncle Beast reached down and began to wank Cody's cock. Instantly, Cody writhed upward and spurted high in the air. Cody breathed hard, his heart hammering, spurted a dozen times, but his cock did not soften. Now he could see Ethan begin to take Cody's cock in his mouth and suckle. Again he came, shooting in an orgasm of pure delight. Ethan didn't pull away, though--he appeared to swallow every drop of Cody's load. And as Cody watched in a state of total excitement, Ethan reached down and stroked his own penis, a look of pure lust on his face as he sucked. That was enough to send Cody over the edge again. He was in ecstasy ... a state of near-constant orgasm. His heart rate went from his normal standing rate of 65 ... to 80 ... to 120 ... to 150 ... and stayed there, hammering and hammering. Still he came--once, three times, seven times more. Soon his cock began to get sore, but Ethan did not stop. He sucked and sucked expertly, swirling his tongue around Cody's cockhead, and Cody came again, but just a dribble this time. Still Ethan licked and sucked, though Cody was getting sorer. A small ooze of semen escaped him, but then there was no more. Ethan increased his maddening rhythm. Through his pain, Cody felt another orgasm approach, no, he thought, it will kill me. I can't take it ... and then he came. And nothing came from his red, tortured cock. His gland felt like he'd stuck it in a campfire. His foreskin felt stretched and abused. He writhed against his bonds. "Stop! Please stop!" he screamed.
Then it was over. Cody opened his eyes and was bitterly disappointed to see again that Ethan was no longer there. "Again, you have done well," said Uncle Beast. The other alien turned away, and Cody could see through his pain that the 2-quart looking transparent container was nearly full of his own cum--but that was impossible. He couldn't have cum that much. "No," came Uncle Beast's buzzing. "Not impossible. That is the purpose of the injection. We were testing its effect on your reproductive system.
"But you are in pain. We will help." Uncle Beast gestured. As he did so, Cody noticed that Uncle Beast's robe looked different--oh God, did they have cocks? It certainly looked like it from the tent in Uncle Beasts robe. But he didn't confirm or deny Cody's thought this time.
Cody felt the bonds around his legs disappear. "Slide your feet up so your heels touch your posterior," said Uncle Beast.
"My posterior?" Cody asked, puzzled.
"Your ..." Uncle Beast paused as if considering. "Your butt," he finally said. Cody giggled despite his pain.
"Okay," he said. He slid his feet up, and saw that there was an enema bag on a stand with a nozzle and a tube, just like he had at home, standing in midair by the bed. Cody raised his eyebrows.
"We have come across many miles and many years, and yet have found no better design for this device," said Uncle Beast. "However, the fluid we use is ... different than you are used to."
"Is this going to hurt?" asked Cody, scared again. He felt like he couldn't take much more.
"It should not. It may feel strange, and you may feel fuller than you are used to. But you should not feel pain." Cody saw that two aliens were filling the clear plastic enema bag with a bright green fluid. It looked slick and thick, like motor oil, but glowed with an inner light. Cody frowned.
"Do not be concerned, boy child," reassured Uncle Beast. "This is necessary and should cause you little or no pain." With that, Uncle Beast inserted the enema nozzle. His other hand he used to gently rub Cody's tummy, soothing him. He then twisted a small valve, and the bright green fluid began to run into Cody's body. It felt like it looked--cool, slick, heavy, thick. But it was a pleasing sensation as the fluid went into his colon. He began to feel that familiar fullness that he always got with an enema. But he felt something else too ... the fluid felt like it was restoring Cody's well being. His cock stopped hurting. His balls stopped throbbing. His stretched ass felt better. Cody began to relax as Uncle Beast's hand rubbed down his tummy and stroked his hard cock and balls, just touching and soothing. The enema went on, and though Cody felt fuller than he ever had from an enema, he still felt relaxed, until ... "Stop!" he said. "I have to go."
"Yes, go. We know. Please wait twenty-two-point-three of your seconds." As Uncle Beast spoke, he closed the valve, mercifully stopping the flow, and removed the nozzle from Cody's anus. As he did so, Cody felt his table move. It floated up and rotated so Cody was now lying up, as it were, his butt pointing toward the floor. As he looked, a small rotation began in the air below the table, directly below Cody's ass. It looked like a hurricane seen from a satellite. It grew to the size of a dining room table, dark and bright and swirling, and seemed to suck the light out of the room. But Cody's table did not move and the aliens seemed unconcerned. Astonished, Cody realized he was seeing a black hole form below him--a black hole designed especially to accept his waste. The idea struck him as funny and horrifying at the same time.
"Do you require coaxing, boy child?" came Uncle Beast's voice in his head. "You indicated your need to `go.'"
"Uh, yeah," said Cody. He closed his eyes and bore down, and everything came out of him in a rush. He sighed in relief, and opened his eyes just in time to see the black hole shrink to the size of a quarter, a dime, a speck, and finally wink out. Cody's table rotated again to its previous position.
All Cody's bonds now disappeared. Freed, he sat up and regarded Uncle Beast. No other aliens appeared to be in the room.
"I must show you something and then inquire of you." said Uncle Beast.
"Okay ..." said Cody slowly.
Uncle Beast removed his robe and let it drop--it hung in midair at the creature's feet. Beneath it, he was bare. His gray, sallow skin stretched tight and smooth over a spare, gaunt, tall frame. Cody could count the alien's small ribs along his long torso, 12, 14, 20. His shoulders each had a small point jutting out from the side, and his long arms were thin and wispy. Yet the alien exuded an aura of strength and authority, even when naked. He looked as if he could lift a car with one hand and throw it a mile, and Cody somehow had no doubt Uncle Beast could do it.
Uncle Beast's buzz confirmed Cody's thought.
But that wasn't the most remarkable thing about Uncle Beast's naked body. The most remarkable thing was that he had--Cody supposed it was a penis--and he was obviously aroused. His member was about eight inches long and thick, nearly square in appearance. It had what looked like ridges or gills on either side. But that wasn't what Cody's eyes were drawn to ... it was the head. The head of Uncle Beast's cock looked like a beating heart. It was red and pulsing, throbbing in and out of the shaft. It came out, went back into the shaft, came out again. Cody was mesmerized. He could imagine what that would feel like inside him. A small drizzle of orange oozed out of Uncle Beast's cock, and Cody wondered if that was the color of his cum.
"I must now inquire. Will you accept me willingly? Obviously, I can take you if I wish, but I would rather have your acceptance."
"Accept ... you? You mean, your cock? In my ass?"
"Yes, that is what I mean."
Cody licked his lips, and his own cock began to grow. He was about to have sex with an alien. But after the strangeness of the past few hours, he supposed he shouldn't be surprised.
"Yes," said Cody, "I will accept you."
With that, the alien came to Cody and turned him around on the table. He lifted him til he was on his hands and knees and positioned the boy until his alien cock pressed against the boy's rosebud. Slowly, he pressed his pulsing head into Cody's anus. Cody felt the penetration and relaxed completely, letting the muscles go slack. All the stretching, cleaning, and restoring had their effect--Uncle Beast's cock slowly slid in, burying itself easily up to the hilt in Cody's no-longer virgin ass. Cody heard the creature grunt in satisfaction. "Boy child ..." buzzed the beast. "Cody ..."
Cody had never heard the creature use his name before, and he arched his back and began moving his ass against the alien in response. "Uncle Beast, Uncle Beast," he said. The alien began to move faster, slamming his huge cock into Cody's ass. Cody could feel the pulsing head moving independently with each stroke--it was like being fucked within being fucked, and that beating head seemed to find Cody's sensitive prostate with each stroke.
Uncle Beast began to grunt in rhythm, faster and faster. Cody moved with him, and then Cody came, spurting his boy seed onto the table below him, gasping in reaction as he was fucked with abandon. Suddenly, Uncle Beast stopped. "Ah! Cody! Boy!" he nearly screamed inside Cody's head, and Cody felt a huge rush of cum filling his ass, washing into him. He cried out in surprise. It felt like the alien had cum nearly as much as the enema had filled him, and he could feel the strange fluid seeping from his ass.
Then, it was over. Uncle Beast pulled out from him, and Cody slumped over, spent. As he looked down, he saw bright orange alien cum seeping from his sore ass. He reached a finger down and picked some up. It looked like regular cum, and he put some in his mouth ... Yum. He ate some more. He couldn't quite place the taste, but it was like outdoors and trees and fruit and friends and love. Cody became very sleepy. He looked up, and there was Uncle Beast, once again dressed in his robe, looking down at him. "Soon you will rest, Cody-boychild. Yet one thing more must I show you. Behold." The alien swept his arm to the side, and there was a screen there in mid air. As Cody watched, it flickered to life. He saw Ethan, once again. Ethan was naked in his bedroom. His cock was hard, and he was wanking, arching his back and gasping. Cody could even hear sounds coming from the room--he could hear Ethan's voice. "Cody," he was saying. "Oh Cody, god you're so hot. I want you so bad. Please be my boyfriend." Ethan's rhythm increased until he was dribbling what looked like a huge amount of hot wet boycum out of his cock and into his black pubic hair.
Cody looked at Uncle Beast, a silent question on his sleepy face. "Yes, Cody, the image you see is real. Ethan cares for you deeply. He feels the same about you as you do about him. He has been too apprehensive to approach you, however. Perhaps you can aid him."
"But that is enough, my Cody-boychild," said Uncle Beast. "Sleep. You are marked with us. You will be privileged in this world. You will lead others. Your words will be followed. Your deeds will be recorded. And even your friends will be legendary. Sleep, Cody, your life is changed forever. Sleep." Cody tried to keep his eyes open, but eventually he succumbed.
And slept.
Cody woke up in his own bed, naked. He stretched luxuriously; he felt wonderful, refreshed. Man, what a dream that had been! So detailed ... so weird. Maybe he'd eaten too much stew the night before. Oh well. He did feel really good. And he thought that he would call Ethan this morning and invite him over, though he wasn't precisely sure he knew why that was such a fantastic idea. But he knew it was.
Cody got up to go the bathroom and caught sight of himself in the mirror. And stopped dead, staring at his crotch, and knew it was no dream.
All his pubic hair was gone.
THE END