Mily Way

"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 fiancee's 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 troll and talk-radio pundit.

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.

Later -

"take that bitch!" Ben yowled.

He let the paddle fly again, cracking Jackson across his bare jock arse as he squatted, hands on knees hooked into the cum-milking device. Jackson wailed in delight mixed with pain.

Since their capture and enslavement by the Berosseans, the three lads had been required to almost hourly dump a load into the alien dairy. These Berosseans had an obsessive drive to milk the captured human males for all they were worth. Gallons of spunk for whatever weird experiments these prospective masters of the human species were engaging in.

Jackson, 25, ripping young American jock, Kyle his 30year old buddy, and Ben their 40 something political nemesis were being kept in the dark slave pen aboard the Berossean spacecraft, naked as nature and continuous being pumped of their manjuice.

The alien technology that had previously so easily energised and stimulated their respective mojos with lucid heterosexual fantasies (except for Ben, who was treated to the spectacle of his hetero jock former adversaries getting in on to get him off) was proving to have serious limitations. Human desire for novelty in all things was just too rampant when released from the conventions of sex on Earth. The two hetero guys had become quickly jaded with the hyperreal holographic females and even the fullest gamut of the heterosexual palette. Thus it was that now Jackson was enthusiastically going homo -- even getting off of the diminutive Ben paddling his hunky ass-cheeks while Kyle presented Jackson with his own pert ass, cheeks parted for Jackson's tongue to explore. All three guys were hooked up to the milk pumps as they ventured into sexual delights previously unknown to them.

"Oh, fuck yeh my dude! Show me that sweet manhole!" purred Jackson as he leaned forward again to get his face into Kyle's ass. Kyle was up on a metallic table thingy on his hands and knees, backing his chunky 30year butt out for Jackson's perusal. The ass was glistening with sweat- salty and savoury in the jocks state of perpetual excitement.

Ben meanwhile was positively flowing in staggered bursts of cum. His modest pecker must have been glowing bright red under the nozzle of the milking pipe. He relished the sight of Jackson's superior jock ass shivering with every crack of the paddle. He had always felt deeply inferior to the 25year mayor who seemed so beloved of every guy and girl

in town, while he seemed to attract only the occasional incel for a furtive, soulless mutual wank.The future of the human race might be one of degradation and slavery to a superior alien species, but fuck! These Berosseans knew how to keep their thralls happy!

All this, the Berosseans were watching through the bars of the slave pen. They were indeed most gratified at the seeming willingness of the humans to submit to such sexual abandon. They gazed with pleasure on their captives at work like a stud farmer would at a particularly energetic young buck.

Eventually the sheer force of the ecstatic erotic desire stimulated by the alien technology overcame the last remaining fetters of Ben's `conservative' inhibitions. He threw the paddle aside and dove to his knees beneath Jackson's sweat-dripping buttocks. He lunged right in with his tongue as Jackson, feeling Ben's face in his ass, reached around, grabbed and parted his butt-cheeks allow easier access for the forty year old's tongue.

Here he was, Jackson, progressive politician, youngest mayor in his city's history having his beautiful chunky jock boyhole serviced with the tongue of his rival, Ben the anally retentive neocon imp. And enjoying it more than the best fuck of the hottest babe he'd ever had back on Earth!

"give it to me, Jackson! Give me your fucking hot jock-pussy! I've wanted it all these years! Let me taste your ripping man-meat!!" Ben was in an hysteria of desire. "go on, give it to me, let me have it! do what you want, sit on me, fart in my face, shit on me dude! just let me get into your hot fucking ass!" Ben seemed so pulsed he might even try and crawl up there!

Jackson himself was raging with erotic energy. If Ben wanted his asshole so bad, he could have it. There was no way for Ben to actually fuck him since all of their schlongs were latched into the milking tubes, but if Ben wanted to feast in his rectum, he'd happily oblige. And he'd long wanted to degrade Ben anyways.

Suddenly a buzz from the anal probes in all three rang out, coupled with a jolt of pain. Jackson yelped with the shock and all three fell down clutching their asses.

"enough, Earth slaves!' came the voice from the alien translation

speakers "we do not want to waste your feeble bodies life energy completely. Not yet anyway. Prepare for guards entry to slave pen. All three, get on your hands and knees. The guards will be in to fix your slave collars. You will then be brought to the cleaning chambers before returning to your pens to sleep. We are pleased with your performance".

The three dudes lay panting for a moment before readying themselves for the Berossean guards to enter......