I Enslave My Boss after the Apocalypse Part Four
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After fisting and breeding cum-dump-paul, I walked around the domed city some more. I was just killing time while cum-dump-paul did his best to clean up all the cum in my room. I was not sure if the smell of sweat and cum would ever clear out. I might just have to learn to live with it. I did not get much time to walk or think about everything that had happened that day. I was summoned to see the blue skinned Aliens. I knew I was in trouble, I was just not sure how bad. Neither I nor any other man can predict what they will do. They are just too different from us to understand even if they do look humanoid and speak English.
I thought they would want an explanation of the near disaster with the recycling vats and mono-pumps. If not that, then they would want to know why I sent Bradley back to the bunk room during this work shift, and what made me think I had the authority to do it. Wrong on both counts. They wanted an explanation of Paul's gang bang.
They started out with a statement that humans are monogamous, so why did I send 9 men to have sex with my partner? I wanted to say that Paul was not now and would never be my partner, much less a monogamous spouse; he was my cum dump. I could not tell them the truth. I picked Paul as my service companion (no one ever called him my partner before today) to degrade, use, break, and slowly torture him for the rest of his life. I had to tell them something, so I tried to get away with just mild general information like not all modern humans are monogamous and even monogamous couples sometimes play with others. That just seemed to confuse them. How could we be a monogamous species and have sex with others not our spouse? That's too big a question for me, so I took a different tack. I told them that for cultural reasons, gay couples sometimes had dominated and subordinated halves. Dominant men often shared their subs with other men to reinforce dominance and build bonds with other real men. That may have been the best answer I could give, but it opened up way too many questions and a minefield for me. Before the plague, I was 100% straight, and I'm not an expert on gay sex much less the Dom/sub lifestyle. I seemed to be digging myself deeper in a hole with every word. They wanted to know, was I gay? Were the men who fucked Paul gay?
Lying to them would be stupid and maybe fatal, but the truth was not good either. I told the truth, none of us were gay. Then why did we all fuck Paul?. I offered up examples (stereotypes?) like men being flexible in conditions like here in the Domed City, long sea voyages where the Captain had a cabin boy, men in modern prisons where the stronger, more powerful men make weaker men their bitch by force if necessary. Access to bitches a status symbol and traded for other things of value in a prison. An hour of back and forth pushed me to tell them that I offered the use of Paul's ass and mouth to encourage the men to go above and beyond their normal work to help me out of a real bad situation. I can't read their faces, so I have no idea what they thought, but they did not ask any more questions that day and let me leave the interview. What I had done to Paul was absolutely necessary for the city, but I had made it sound like what a rapist and pimp does in prison.
I figured cum-dump-paul had not had enough time to lick all the spilled cum in my room, so I still had time to kill. I looked for Clark to fill him in on what I had talked about with the blue skins. They might talk to him too and I wanted the story to be consistent. He was surprised too that they had taken an interest. We both knew I had been using Paul like a slave, and the blue skins had not taken notice or objected before. He was worried, but said he would still do it again. It felt that good, and giving Paul some payback was worth it. I wanted to know exactly how far Paul had pushed him back in the day, but I did not ask. I could easily imagine Paul putting Clark on his knees for months then firing him anyway. He might not have stopped at Clark either. Paul was evil enough to use a man's family too if it amused him. I could see Paul making a man's wife submit to save her husband's job then stabbing both in the back. Unless Clark decided to share, I would never know. He did not ask me how far Paul had broken me down either.
The next week was uneventful. Cum-dump-paul's ass hole recovered and was nice and tight the next time I fucked him. He had been eager to please bitch ever since I had tortured him with chemical fire on his ball, but over this week he was desperate to please me. Every morning I had to push his face away from my ass to go to work. The inside of my shit hole had never been so clean. One afternoon after I had fucked and bred his ass, he asked me if it would make me happy to fist his ass again. I think he was trying everything to stay on my good side because he was afraid I would schedule another gang bang on him. I was not planning to whore him out again any time soon, but knowing he was afraid I would was a turn on. I decided to talk with Clark about ideas to use him. Maybe a raffle or contest with Paul as the prize? I was thinking that a whole day with Clark and maybe another couple of men raping and torturing cum-cum-paul's hoes would be fun.
On my next rest day the blue skin Aliens had other plans. When the entertainment monitors came on, vintage porn was not playing as usual. There was an image from the communal shower with some man restrained on a weird bench that the aliens had designed and made. I knew it was their design because it looked more like it was grown than built and using an almost impossibly small amount of material. Think of a cross between a vine and a spider web from hell. The guy on the thing was on his back with his legs high and spread wide. I could not see his face, but I thought I knew who it was.
An announcement was made calling 12 men to the communal shower and then my name was called. I was anxious but so curious, I would have tried to go and see what was going on even if I had not been summoned. Once I was there, my suspicion was confirmed. Bradley was on the alien construct and it was not a bench, it was a rape table. His hips were at just the right height for an average man to fuck standing up. His legs and buns were spread wide and completely immobilized. His ass hole was completely exposed and glistening wet. His face was likewise at the perfect height and angle for fucking. Webs from the construct prevented him from moving his neck and head. The aliens had not stopped there but made Bradley's face a cunt. His mouth was stretched wide with a reddish gage. The outside of the gag looked like a cartoon pussy with lips and a closed slit in the middle. The slit was wet like his ass and reminded me of oiled soft leather. Although I could not see, I was sure that at least Bradley's front teeth had been removed. How could I be sure? There was a button sized filter and valve at the top of his breast bone that opened and closed as he breathed. Bradley no longer needed his throat or windpipe to breath. This throat's only purpose now was to grip cocks in its tight wet muscles and swallow cum. The aliens would not have gone to the trouble to give him an artificial breathing port and leave his teeth in the way of fat cocks. I knew he was conscious too. He could move his eyes at least. His eyes darted around looking for any escape. There was no escape but I did catch his gaze once though. He seemed to be begging me with his eyes like I had some power to make this stop.
Seeing what they had done to a human being should have been repulsive, but my cock was hard. That would have been humiliating if almost every other man in the room was not also hard. The only man not excited was not a man at all. I had brought cum-dump-paul with me to watch what I was sure would be a gang bang. Paul was almost trembling; he was so frightened.
"Look Paul, Bradley has a use and a purpose after all. They are not going to dump him outside to die. He gets to live like that at least till he is fucked useless. Isn't that great ! When I get tired of you, I bet the Aliens will do this for you and you can get fucked at both ends till both cunts are worthless. Maybe live like this for a few extra months!"
After I said this, he was trembling. So sweet. Then the show really started. The Aliens announced to everyone in the room and everyone watching on the entertainment monitors that Bradley had been the least productive man in the city and over the last week, these 12 men had been the most productive men. They ranked the 12 men in order and gave the best man the first fuck on the hole of his choice. No surprise that he picked what was almost surely a virgin ass. If I had any doubt that Bradley was straight, the look in his eyes when 10" of fat cock was slammed into his ass ended the doubt. A mixture of pain, terror and shame. I did not see the look in his eyes for long. The 2nd best man was soon pushing his cock into the pussy gag and down Bradley's throat. The dude's cock was longer than average, maybe 8" with an unusually big mushroom head. I could see a bulge in Bradley's throat where the fat mushroom head moved, but Bradley did not choke or gag on the invading cock. The Aliens must have killed any gag reflex. I thought to myself that it would be cool if the Aliens had given him some extra nerve endings in his throat, so he would be forced to love his throat rape. Maybe take the nerves from his now worthless cock. Would be cool if they added some pleasure nerves to his cunt hole too. Make him get and stay rock hard as he is fucked to add to his shame. They did not go to the trouble or probably even think about making this enjoyable for him. He was only a living, breathing, still conscious fleshlite now, so why bother? Bradley could not make a sound now that air could no longer reach his vocal cords, but his soft shriveled cock said he was not enjoying the cocks using him. Did the cock fucking him hurt? Don't know and no one cared.
I should have felt sorry for him, but I didn't. I was horny watching the men line up and waiting their turn on the new fuck meat. I wanted to try out the pussy gag the Aliens had used to stretch open Bradley's mouth. It was amazing. So strong and stiff he could not close his mouth, but so soft it easily welcomed even thick cocks. The lips always looked wet and lubricated but still seemed to be gripping and milking the cock. I was not supposed to get a turn on him, but I wanted one. The Aliens had told me I was here to observe and consult if they had questions, so I asked them, can I make a deal? Can I make a trade? I have no idea what they thought of the idea, but they gave me permission. I went up to the last man in line to fuck Bradley's throat.
"Jeff, trade with me. Let me take your place in line, and I let you fuck my bitch any way you want."
"Why? You get ass every day. Your bitch is probably won out anyway."
"You're right, it sucks my cock every day and he is really good at it. The best head you will ever get and the ass is still nice and tight. Ask any man on Clark's crew, it is a good fuck"
"Clark's guys have been bragging about it. But why do you want to trade? If it is tight and you get it every day, why trade to take extremely sloppy 2nds on Bradley?"
" I want a piece of something strange. You can't get stranger than this."
"OK, but only one fuck then we can trade back. OK?"
"Cool, but you won't want to trade back. Did I mention it eats ass like it tastes like chocolate cake? I do have the condition though."
"Here comes the catch. I knew there was a catch."
"Not a catch. I just want you to use my bitch here in the showers where everyone can see. I want everyone to see this was a fair trade and I did not bully or cheat you out of your reward."
"Man, you know how long it has been since I fucked anything other than my fist? I'd fuck that cum dump in Times Square on New Year's Eve if it was possible. You have a deal."
Fuck I was hot as I waited in line. I wanted to fuck that newly minted cum dump and I wanted the whole city to see. This was a first for cum-dump-paul too. He had been fucked more times than I can count and gang banged too, but all that was in private. Sure every man knew he was a whore, but when Jeff skull fucked him, that was the first time he was used in public. I hoped the men watching on the entertainment monitors saw Jeff using him. I hoped the whole city got a chance to watch Paul gag on choke on a stranger cock and cum.
Bradley's throat was worth waiting for. An incredibly tight pussy gag at his lips and a throat muscles that never stopped moving. His throat stroked my cock like my fist does when I jack-off. I think I could have cum without moving my hips, just with my cock buried balls deep in his face, but I fucked his face hard. I have no idea how the Aliens made his throat move like that, but I was going to ask them to do it to Paul.
"GOOD fucking mouth!. Bradley, if I had known your throat felt this good, I might have made a deal and let you off easy instead of turning you in. You could have offered me some head and maybe even your ass, and maybe none of this would have happened. It's for the best right? This is a perfect job for you. A job you can do on your back and you are so good at it. Your holes were made to be fucked. You were made to be fucked."
I wanted it to last but could only fuck his throat for about 5 minutes before I had to empty my balls into his throat. His throat muscles pulled my cum down to his belly like a conveyor belt. Jeff had Paul's head trapped between a wall and his ass hole when I was done cumming into Bradley.
"So how did you like my slut? Want to trade back now or are you cool with me taking a turn on Bradley's pussy too?"
"Best head ever. Ass hole is tight ass shit too Just taking a short break to recharge while it licks out my ass. Never had a rim job before. I'm not sure I want to trade back. I came twice while you were standing in line."
"You want to trade back. Trust me. The Aliens have made his throat a miracle of engineering, but let's wait to trade. Let me breed Bradley's ass then we will trade back and you will still have time to fuck both of the new cum dumps holes. You don't want to miss a chance at that throat and I bet the ass is reworked too. Fucking geniuses can make a man in to the perfect sex toy but can't cure the plague."
There was cum dripping out of his ass and onto the floor when I got a turn on it. I made a mental note to force Paul to lick the cum off the floor when Jeff was done using him. His ass was somehow in automatic mode too. He relaxed as I pushed my cock in then was tight as a vice when I was balls deep. Stayed tight till my cock pulled back so only my head was inside the muscle ring then relaxed again for the next stroke. Somehow his hole anticipated the movement of my cock in him and he milked me. Even after multiple cocks, it was the best ass I had ever fucked. My compliments to the bio engineers. I came too fast, it was too good.
The gang bang lasted half the day. During the last hour the men were slowing down as their balls were nearly empty. I offered up Paul's mouth to fluff soft cocks hard again, so there was always a hard cock ready for a vacant hole. When the Aliens called a stop and released Bradley from the construct, he was able to stand only with help. He did manage the walk of shame back to the Aliens' lab under his own power. I was ready to go back to my room and pound loads into Paul for the rest of my rest day, but the Aliens wanted to talk about their experiment.
What could I tell them? They were geniuses. Every man in the city would see the video of the gang bang eventually. The lucky 12 would spread the word about the best pussy holes they have ever fucked. They had found something men would work for and work hard for. Men who were already good would work harder to be part of the next group of 12 tops to get miracle pussy. The others would work hard to guarantee they were not the slowest and worst and be turned into miracle pusses. For me there was no question that there should be a gang bang every day. Give the men something to really look forward to on their rest days and give guys like Bradley something to fear. I only had two questions. Would they make Paul's ass and throat work like Bradley's and if not, could I get a piece of all the new human fleshlites? Just for quality control LOL.