They opened his mouth, and he felt the thin fingers reach in. He almost bit them, but decided they might bleed in his mouth, and he knew he'd throw up if that happened. Maybe they had acid for blood, too! His mind was exploding with possibilities and the preposterousness of the whole situation. They felt his nose, ears, eyes, and eyebrows. Then they progressed downward. His neck, his chest, his nipples. They brushed them, noticing the difference in texture. As they did, his tits firmed up. This caused even more interest. Alien fingers began plying the nubs, pulling softly at them. He felt his dick involuntarily twitch once. He had always been sensitive on his nipples, and now he had at least half a dozen hands working at them. One of the aliens noticed the twitch with its many eyeballs and he felt a hand circle his cock and lift it up. "Fucking God damn you!!" he screamed as he struggled again, trying to break their hold. The alien with his dick in its hand looked at him with one eye, while two of the others turned back to the 3" piece of flesh it was holding in its third right hand. Other eyeballs noticed the new site and began directing their corresponding hands to this new item. Some hands remained behind on his nipples, but the new focus was his cock. And it was rapidly rising under the stimulation and scrutiny.
He couldn't believe it! He was terrified, and his dick was getting hard on him! The aliens were taking turns on it, passing it back and forth between hands, noticing that if they stroked it up and down, it got bigger, and that if they only touched the bulbous end, and the skin just below the ridge of the bulb, it got bigger even faster. As it rose up out of the way, the saw another interesting thing. He felt hand caress his balls, hefting them up in their sack. He was now completely hard to his full 8" length, and the aliens took their last spare hands and began the same treatment to his balls. Only once did they squeeze too hard, and he yelled out in pain. They seemed to realize this and were more careful with them after that, but still were stroking and tugging at them. There was nothing particularly sexual in their handling of him, at least not on their part, but it seemed that they were experimenting with him, seeing what stimulation caused what reaction.
They kept working on him for a few more minutes, and he felt his dick lunge as it gave up a drop of sticky slick pre-cum. This was not missed by the many eyeballs, and they quickly tried to determine what had caused this reaction. It only took a few seconds. They began concentrating their efforts on his balls, his dick-head and his nipples, pulling, pinching firmly, rubbing, sliding, stimulating him to produce more. His dick willingly complied. They learned very quickly. Soon, they were only working his dick-head. Over, under, around the flanged shaft, just underneath. He was leaking a constant stream, his dick an angry shade of red as he approached climax. His hips began thrusting involuntarily as the hands continued working him over. Some of the hands began drifting back to his balls and nipples, one even began stroking his face, tracing the line of his jaw, brushing softly across his lips. He couldn't take much more. As his cock produced more and more juice, it began dripping down his shaft, and the aliens began sliding their fingers through it, circling his dick, making a tight ring down his entire length. The ones holding his balls began tugging at them insistently, in time with the fingers plying his cock. He knew he'd wake up now! He always woke up when he came in a wet dream! Finally, it'd be over!
His body yielded to the touch of the aliens, exploding in a sudden, frenzied climax. He began shooting cum all over, the first shot flying beyond his head, the succeeding volleys making a trail of splooge down his chest, over his stomach, and finally, dribbling out onto his crotch. He had involuntarily yelled as he began shooting, startling the aliens as they couldn't understand how they had hurt him. Then realizing they weren't hurting him, they began stroking him again, milking the last drops of cum out of him. He lay back, panting, not knowing what to expect next. He hadn't woken up! He could no longer tell himself this was a dream. It seemed to be real, but a real nightmare!
He opened his eyes again. The aliens seemed to realize that some sort of threshold had been crossed as they stopped playing with his body. They didn't release him, but they did stop stroking and touching him. One blue hand reached down and touched at one of his drops of cum. The many fingers scooped it up, and the alien tasted it. He laughed out loud at the face it made! He could tell by the look, even across species, that it didn't like it at all! He laughed again as the other aliens made whispering noises. The one that tasted his cum must have been a leader or something, as it whispered something back. The others shut up in a hurry. Several of them released their grip on him and got up and left the room. Now there were only two left with him, the apparent leader and one other which was still holding his legs. Another whisper, and the second alien left. He was now alone with the leader. As soon as the doorway shut, six hands began flying over his body, scooping up every last drop of cum and passing it to the hole in it's face that was obviously the mouth.Greedy sucking sounds came out of it as it ate, then it placed it's mouth on his chest. He felt soft, raspy somethings moving over his chest, as the creature followed the remaining trail of cum, down to his crotch. He felt the rough tongue(s??) rubbing against his pubic hair, removing every trace of cum and pre-cum, then he felt it on his dick. He nearly screamed! His dick was so sensitive now, and these things were rolling over it, up and down. Finally, he did scream! The alien backed off instantly, and the doorway opened again. Two aliens came in, whispering, and the leader whispered back.
They came to him, lifted him up, and carried him out into a corridor. It, too, was void of decoration or markings. After a minute or so, another doorway opened up and he found himself in a room with what appeared to be a soft pad on the floor. The aliens also indicated a place on the wall, touched it, a small opening appeared, revealing a commode, sink and shower. They touched it again, and it closed. They indicated he should try it. Touch. Open. Touch. Close. The escort left, leaving only the leader with him. He looked closely, trying to find a distinguishing characteristic, but couldn't. The alien loomed over him, looking down with its six eyes. The hands began touching him again, softly, lingering on his cock and balls. A soft whisper came from the alien. It was repeated. Again. He didn't understand what it wanted. Finally, it gave up, releasing his balls and dick, and left the room. The doorway disappeared. He went to it, felt around, trying to make it open. Nothing. The only thing he could do was make the little bathroom appear. He felt dirty, after being handled like that, so went in and took a shower. At least there was soap, hot water and towels! After that, he felt a little better. He went back into the little room, and laid down on the cushion. It was apparently a bed. He wished he had a blanket, or his sleeping bag. But it wasn't cold, and sleep soon overcame him. His last thoughts were something about how glad he'd be when he woke up and this dream was over.
Alien Abduction, Part 2
He woke up suddenly. Briefly, he'd forgotten where he was and what had happened, but it came back soon enough. He was still in the room. The lights had apparently been off, but were rapidly brightening now. He looked around, found the spot on the wall that opened the bathroom and took care of business. He found the various toiletries that had been provided, and brushed his teeth and hair, then returned to the main room. He again explored all the walls, searching for another opening and exit. He thought he'd found one as the tell-tale line formed on the wall, but it was only about three feet square, and as the wall dissolved, it became apparent that this was not a door. It was a view-screen. It currently showed the blackness and stars of space, but he began to play with the icons on the bottom of the screen, and found that he could change the "station", so-to-speak. He randomly shifted through the available "channels", and was surprised to suddenly see a picture of earth. Close up. Very close up. It was also changing as he watched!
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