A close encounter Part 2 The group

Author: tantalus
Title: A close encounter. Part 2 : The group
Date: 22 December 2008

Dave said “Hi Mike, sorry I couldn’t make our Friday drinks at The Feathers, but you’ll understand now why I couldn’t text you. Are you OK? You’ve been asleep for thirteen hours!” I replied “Dave, brilliant to see you again. It’s going to take a while to seeing you naked and with no hair either.” He replied “Mike it’s not just you and I, it’s the same with all of us humans on this space ship. We’re all the prisoners and slaves of these aliens.” My face dropped; somehow I thought that the nightmare would end once I had found Dave. “What do they want with us? Where are they taking us?” Dave replied “They abducted me from Studleigh Common, some twenty days ago I think. The aliens control the length of day and night on this ship, so it’s hard to tell how time goes here. From what little I have seen of it, this is a huge ship. There are probably nearly a hundred aliens on board. There must be many hundreds of us on board. I’ve seen groups of humans speaking other languages. But of course we are not allowed to mix with other groups. We all have a tracking device in our neck. If you get too close to others, the guards arrive and escort you away. Do that too many times and you’re punished. As you’ve recently arrived we must still be in Earth orbit, but only the aliens know for how much longer. As to where they’ll take and do with us, we’ll have to wait and see.” I replied “And why are these aliens keen on milking us of our cum?” Dave replied “Well, we all have our own theories on that one! Many think they do it out of a perverse delight in humiliating us. Some think they are doing genetic research on us and are trying to genetically modify our cum to suit their purposes. A few of our group spent many days in some kind of science lab. The alien scientists there were less guarded about allowing their thoughts to reach us.”

I said “so what happens now?” Dave replied “I expect at the end of this sleep period you will join the rest of the group. They’re a good bunch overall. Whatever happens you must do as you’re told by the aliens. Otherwise eventually you’ll just disappear; that happened to Steve, a guy from our group last week. He had been asking too many questions. We both better get more sleep.” The light in the room was dimming gradually; I was thirsty so drank a glass of water. Dave and I were in a tiny room with just one bed, so we had to share. I had always fancied Dave and lying naked next to him was just too much temptation. Despite all that had happened to me since being abducted, my stiff cock was soon poking Dave in his back. He turned over, smiled and said “As much as I would love to have sex with you, that’s one rule we dare not break. We are probably being monitored, nothing escapes their attention!” So reluctantly I turned over and tried to ignore my cock. Eventually I fell asleep until I was woken by the loud ringing of a bell and the light full on. Somehow in our sleep we had ended up in each others arms. Dave said “we better make our way to our exercise area.” On the way Dave explained quickly what will happen, each and every day. We were among the last to arrive. They all knew that a new man was joining them, so naturally they were curious to see who turned up. The majority just jogged around the exercise area, some did press-ups or weight lifted. It seemed strange to me to see all these men exercising naked. I noticed that the cocks and balls of the majority were much larger than the average. Had these men been selected because of their size? However, if that was true, why had I been selected? I felt inadequate around these men, but knew I would have to accept the situation. After all I had been brought here very much against my will. I decided to jog around and used the time to think about what had happened to me. I noticed that all the other men were unworried about being naked together and seemed to accept their situation. Maybe I should follow their example? One guy matched pace with me as we jogged around. He said he was called Lee, he came from Manchester. He thought he has been held for roughly six weeks. I commented on his protruding nipples. Lee said that the aliens soon discovered that he liked nipple play, so each day at the milking station his nipples are worked on. “After breakfast, see what happens when we are taken for milking. You’ll discover what the aliens have planned for you” Before I could reply, a bell sounded and Lee said “That’s the end of our exercise period. We must leave quickly before the next group arrives for their exercise session. Time for our shower then breakfast.”

Dave joined Lee & I as we entered the shower room. Dave said “Mike, the aliens expect us to have a quick shower, and then head through the air drier over there. That leads into the room where we eat all our meals. If you’re expecting a fried breakfast, you’ll be very disappointed.” Seeing all this fit men showering together gave me a stiffie. My cock was still erect as I walked into the room for breakfast. I stood in the queue between Lee & Dave, hoping that nobody had seen the reason for my embarrassment. Lee explained “First we must take the pills that the aliens give us, and then you select the food. It’s all some kind of freeze dried, reconstituted, microwaved coloured gunge. If you don’t look at the food, it tastes OK.” Lee had now reached the head of the queue. “Watch what I do.” He faced the first apparatus. An image of his face appeared on the little screen. A small red pill and a larger white pill clattered into the tray. He swallowed them and washed them down with a beaker of water. Now I stood in front of the pill dispenser. My image appeared on the screen. I was given a red, two yellow and a white pill. I looked at Lee for reassurance. He nodded, so I swallowed them one by one, swigging them down with water. I asked Lee “What would they do if I refused to take their pills?” Lee replied “Robbie did that last week. The guards arrived and hauled him off to the punishment block. He was put into permanent bondage, forced to take the pills each day. The guards and the officers are allowed to use Robbie for their pleasure.” I asked “how do you know this?” Lee replied “we are shown on our video screens the prisoners, the punishment received, to try and persuade us to conform to all the rules.”

We moved onto the food selection panel. There were ten large squares each having a picture of food with a one word description, like “meat”, “fish”, “vegetable”, “fruit”. I watched as Lee made his selection and for now decided to copy his. We collected our trays, holding a mixture of containers (silver foil for the hot food and plastic for the cold food). The writing on the lids was indecipherable; I imagine printed in the alien’s language. I sat down at a table with Lee and Dave. Dave introduced the others Jason, Tony, Andy and Pete. I asked about the pills that we all had to take. Andy, who had been here the longest, twelve weeks, said “Well one of these pills must suppress hair growth. Since being shaved on arrival, our head and body hair has not regrown. Another pill must cause our cocks and balls to enlarge and boost cum production. When we’re milked now, we all shoot more each load and more loads. Mike, you’ll probably find by the time we’ve finished eating, that your cock and balls will feel warm, almost hot.” They were interested in hearing my story. I wanted to know more about what happens to us, but I got the impression that they preferred to talk about general subjects. Whilst we chatted, I glanced around at the other tables, everything looked as if this was normal, but for me this situation felt so bizarre. Sure enough, as Andy had predicted, my cock and balls felt warm, getting hotter as each minute passed. A bell sounded and the buzz of conversation died into silence. The mood in the room had instantly changed. Silently we all got to our feet and I followed the others along the corridor.

As we walked, Jason came over and said “You’ll soon realise that I’m the only one in our group who enjoys being milked. If you’re lucky, they’ll give you Zap and Vac; that’s my favourite and I cum gallons! There’s no escape from milking, so try and enjoy it if you can.” We entered a large rectangular room with twenty milking stations arranged in a semi circle. The rest knew which milking station was allocated to them. I realised that a small alien orderly was beside me and held out its hand to guide me to mine. I found myself next to Dave on my right and someone called Liam on my left. I climbed onto the padded table and the orderly fixed my wrists and ankles securely. I realised that this arrangement of milking stations was very clever, because we could all see each other so clearly. Jason smiled to me from across the room. Electrodes had been fixed onto his balls, with wires leading into the apparatus. The alien was inserting a metal butt plug into his ass, so I imagined he was getting his “Zap and Vac” favourite. Looking around, I realised that all getting different treatments; Lee’s nipples had vacuum hoses attached. Others had weighted parachutes on their balls, or motorised dildos. The vacuum must be activated because I could see that Lee’s nipples being pulled up into the suction hoses. My alien attached electrodes onto my forehead, lubed my cock and slid the suction hose over. It clipped what I assumed was a pulse monitor onto my ear. Now I had electrodes attached to my balls and a lubed metal butt plug inserted, so I was to be “zapped and vacced”, like Jason. The orderly activated the milking sequence. At first I thought that maybe I was mistaken in thinking I would be electro-stimmed, but gradually I felt electrical pulses in my balls and ass. My cock responded and I could feel my cum building ready to explode out. I started to moan and realised that as our milking progressed we were all moaning, rising to shouts of ecstasy. Then I noticed that six men came simultaneously. Their cum splattered into their collecting vessels. I found the sounds and the smell of sweat from all these men being sexually aroused a great turn on. The pressure built and my cock spewed out its first load of spunk. The electro-stimming ceased and the vacuum on my cock reduced. It looks like the machine was giving me and my cock a rest. The orderly came over and offered me some water. I sipped the water while the orderly held the cup. I lay there for five minutes. Then the vacuum increased pulling my cock further into the hose and the e-stimming restarted. Hardly a minute passed without one man reaching climax and his load of cum being shot into the collecting vessel. Then it struck me, with twenty men being milked, probably four climaxes each to fill the collecting vessel, that’s eighty climaxes! I started to breathe very fast, the electro pulses intensified and I shot again. The electro pulses diminished. I thought how clever to monitor our pulse rates during milking. The orderly placed a mask on my face. I felt like I was floating on air, the sensation was most pleasant. I was vaguely aware that the electro pulses had restarted and eventually cumming at least once again. The next thing, I woke up, still secured in place. How much time had passed, an hour, two hours, six hours? The orderlies were going around removing the masks and giving us all a drink. The milking had stopped and all the equipment stowed away. I was disappointed to see that all the collecting vessels had gone. I wanted to see all the containers full with their precious load of spunk that we had produced for the aliens. I wondered what they wanted our spunk for. Now the orderlies cleaned us up, seeming to linger over wiping clean our cocks and balls. My cock naturally responded to this extra attention, which pleased the orderly.

At last the securing straps were removed; I stood up and joined the others. The doors opened and we walked out. I noticed that there were two tall aliens in red body suits who escorted us along the corridor. I whispered to Andy “Who are these?” He replied “They are guards. You’ve got be careful around them. No sudden moves otherwise they’ll stun you first and ask questions later, much later.” The mood was lifted by Jason who bounced up alongside me and asked “Well, did you enjoy it? I saw you had my favourite milking technique too.” I replied “I found it very erotic, because it was happening outside my control. But knowing that I have to go through that every day, I think the attraction will soon fade.” I noticed Lee was showing off proudly his greatly enlarged nipples to someone I didn’t know, but I could tell they were impressed by their size. Dave and Liam joined us and I asked “Where are these guards taking us?” Dave said “Don’t worry, it’s nothing sinister. They’re taking us up in the lift to where we spend our free time.” The guards ushered us into the lift, then they entered and stood either side of the doors. The guards watched us suspiciously until the lift doors opened. I felt as if they were continuously monitoring my thoughts, in case any of us would attempt something in the lift. We entered the room opposite the lift. To me it looked like the reception area of a top hotel: large, comfortable but no homely feel.

I asked Liam “so what happens now?” “Well that depends on you. Obviously you cannot leave this room, but you can relax, chat to the others. Those strange looking pods along that wall are Entertainment Points. You sit inside and you can choose to listen to music, watch films or certain television programs. I’ve no idea how these aliens have obtained all these, but Lee who’s a bit of a techno wizard reckons that over many years they have hacked into computer networks and downloaded everything to their system. What’s good is when you sit inside any pod. It knows what you have watched or listen to and will suggest similar or recall anything you accessed on previous days.” I asked “how do I make it work?” “By thought, of course. You look at the screen and just think your way through the choices! Sometime through our free time we’ll be called through to have our main meal. There’s more choice and we’re allowed to eat more too.” I sat in one of the entertainment pods; it was like a recliner chair, but extremely comfortable and pleasantly warm. Sure enough it worked exactly as Liam described. I soon chose some music to listen to. I was amazed at the quality and volume of the music. Somehow I could not hear the sounds from the occupied pods either side of me, even though all pods are open. I was part way through listening to the second album when the music stopped and the display showed “Meal”, hardly subtle, but I got the message. I followed the others through the doors into the meal room. It was similar to this morning’s meal room, but it was difficult to tell if it was the same room. None of the rooms, corridors or floors that I had seen had any identification, such as floor number, room names, anything. There was more choice of food and no pills to take. We could return to the entertainment room whenever we liked. Chatting over the meal helped to disguise the fact that we were not eating real food, as we knew it. The food tasted and smelt alright, but looked disgusting. I supposed that eventually I would become accustomed to it. We left the meal room and continued talking in the lounge area. Others joined us whom I had not met before and introduced themselves to me. I had planned to explore further what was available in the entertainment pods, but got involved in conversation with the new guys. A bell sounded, Andy said “Another day over guys. We’d better go.” Slowly we trickled out of the room, where as usual two guards counted us. Once all there we were escorted down the corridor, into the lift to some other level. Once all in the corridor we were taken to a communal dormitory. A guard pointed to where I would sleep. I naively was expecting something resembling a conventional bed, but in front of me was some kind of recliner. I noticed that my neighbours had laid down and put their hands into the recesses in the sides of the recliner. A semi-circular band of thick plastic rotated on each arm rest and they were secured into the recliner. The guard waited until I was secured down, before leaving the room. The door closed and the lights dimmed gradually. I lay awake for a long time, thinking about all that I had experienced during the past two days and wondering what would happen to me and the others in the days ahead. I had never tried to sleep under bondage conditions before. I like to turn to find the most comfortable position. Now there was just one: lying on my back and my arms immovable. Eventually I must have fallen asleep because I awoke started by the sound of a loud bell and all the lights on. The new day had started.

The routine each day followed the same pattern as the first day. I soon got tired of the choice of food; it was always so similar; that was the common complaint of the entire group. The highlight of my day was trying to guess what stimulus the aliens would apply to me during the long milking session. As the days passed I realised that my cock was becoming larger, my balls heavier and produced more cum. Occasionally I saw other groups of men being escorted by guards, passing in the opposite direction. We all looked at each other, out of curiosity, trying to work out the nationality of the other groups, but never allowed to talk. It was so frustrating. We all found it difficult to keep track of how many days had passed since we had been abducted. We all wondered when it would all change.

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