Captured
Captured - M/M, Semi-NC/NC, Human/Alien - August 28, 2006
More tails of the Pirate-like beings
By Afril
(cl) 2001/2006 The Gay Furry Association
Kif race (C) C.J Cherryh and used without permission
Ron watched as the creatures pulled his friend up, hissing and clicking to themselves.
"Speak.. And Stop this unnecessary Abuse."
They had made a pact to not tell the foul-smelling creatures anything, no matter what... They all had family, friends, loved-ones back home and they would Die before giving up the information the aliens demanded. The leader of the group waited a moment, then nodded and the others gripped the human, not caring their hands left welts and bruises on the thin hide. Ron closed his eyes, then grunted when his head was grabbed, jerked up.
"Watch. Learn. Talk.."
Hisses of laughter came from the grey-skinned creatures one of them kneeling behind the man who was being held.
"Tell them Nothing Ron, Tell them.. Aaaaugh!"
The man's words were bit off as the creature parted his ass-cheeks and proceeded to push it's reddish maleness in past the punished sphincter into the man's guts, making soft, crooning sounds as it did so.
"Talk. Stop the Pain."
Ron knew the man would rather be killed than say Anything. It was ingrained in them from the beginning - Say nothing. Do nothing. Escape if possible. But his teachers were safe on their HomeWorlds, not being abused by these creatures.
"We know much already.. Only wish to confirm information. Do not trust 'Partners'.."
They spoke in their own language again, the one screwing Robert obviously enjoying the rape. Ron turned his head away, trying to hide the erection he always got when their interrogators came. He noticed he wasn't the only one and wondered if they drugged the food or the air.. A hand grabbed his hair and jerked his head up.
"Watch. Learn.. Or do you prefer Personal Attention."
Ron was pulled up to his feet and shoved out the doorway, much to the shock of the others, who complained loudly.
"You will get your turn, Animals.."
The leader hissed to the one still slowly fucking Robert, "Finish. Clean them, feed them. Let them rest. Then take another. Continue until I return."
And the doors closed with a finality. The creature grabbed it's human captor by the neck and half-drug him down the ship and into a dark, bare room. Ron fell onto the deck, gasping for breath as the hand let him go.
"You are different. You do not scream like the others - You make noises, but you do not mean them."
Again his head was grabbed but this time it was pressed again a pair of swollen balls, leathery sac distended. Despite himself, Ron started nuzzling them, kissing the dry, leathery flesh. He flicked a tongue around one, taking it into his mouth and got a soft hiss from his captor.
"You Do enjoy other males... I heard of such, but had not believed until now. Suck me."
The words were cold and harsh as the floor he knelt on and Ron found himself complying, a hand caressing the fat balls, moving his face up to the sheath where a large crescent of dark-red cock hung. The tip slid between his lips, a hand holding him in place. The member grew in girth and length as he sucked gently then more hungrily on the maleness, bobbing his head, taking it to the back of his throat. A hissed command and the claws digging into his neck kept Ron still, trying not to gag as the gray hips thrust the thick meat down his gullet. He breathed when he could, still fondling the fat nut-sack. Then it was pulled out, leaving him panting and in a way disappointed.
Another hissed command, this time accompanied by a hard slap on his ass, got him scrambling to the 'bed', turned on his back, legs up, trembling... But with fear or some other emotion he was no longer sure. The male looked at him, stroking his smooth hide, his shivering belly, griping his erection, making him groan and arch a little. The male moved close, kneeling behind the human, teasing the puckered opening with a dripping hot and very hard cock. Ron wriggled a little, still unsure what was going on.. Was he reverting to a Bottom after all this time? Or was it just the knowledge the creature could hurt him Badly if he didn't do as he was told.
The thrust was expected and he tried to relax, even as the strong hand stroked his dick, squeezing the tip hard enough to leave marks. He moaned and gripped his ankles, spreading his legs wide, arching as a tongue lashed his nipples, one then the other.
"You are enjoying this.."
It was not a question and Ron nodded, much to his surprise, starting to push back against the brutal fucking, wanting the fat cock in deeper, wanting to feel the alien seed spurting up into his guts. And he got his wish as mere moments later something hot and wet and sticky was pumped into his bowels. He came all over his chest, and belly, teeth clenched as his body spasmed around the monstrous pole. More hisses and clicks came from the creature as it rubbed the wetness into the thin frame, took a taste, flicking it's obscenely long tongue across the still shuddering body.
The creature pulled back, got off the bed and moved to a locker, returning with a leash and harness, which it attached to the still panting human. A tug and he was dragged off the 'bed', made to walk out of the room and down a corridor, many times stumbling, but a yank on the leash and he was pulled up, made to half-run after his captor. More of the creatures lined the corridors and laughing, slapped his bare ass as Ron went by, leaving red hand-prints on the pale skin. He was finally tossed into another room and forced to kneel. Another of the creatures sat at a table, drinking something. It was bigger than the others, darker furred ( or hairy, he wasn't sure which ). His captor spoke in hisses, tongue curling as a finger was jabbed in his direction.. And stopped abruptly when a hand was raised.
"This.. Being says you enjoy being mated by other males. That you enjoy being handled roughly. Is this so?"
Ron tried to shake his head but a hiss and a jerking of his leash showed the semen on his belly and his rock-hard cock bouncing as a foot toyed with it. He moaned despite his best efforts not to and watched as the one he decided was the Captain stood, took the cup it was drinking from and dipped a pair of big balls into it. Swirled the drink with slow, erotic movements, then replaced the cup on the table.
"Clean me off."
The leash was un-snapped and Ron crawled over to the standing male and began to lick the thick sack clean. A hand gripped his hair, caressing his head as he sucked on the fat nuts, feeling all those alien eyes on him, hearing the hissed laughter, the 'growls' of lust. He heard the sound of cocks sliding from sliding from sheaths and shivered... But the hand held him in place and only when it's owner was satisfied he had done his job did it let go.
"You may have him, Interrogator First - As long as you produce results. Fail me in Any way and You will take his place on the Mating rack."
He gripped Ron's face, letting his own massive dick caress the soft lips.
"Do you understand? You belong to Interrogator First. But you also belong to Me, as do All in this ship."
The human nodded, fear showing in his eyes and the way he shrunk back. Even so, his mouth opened, taking the blunt head in his mouth, sucking on it. He got a hissed warning, and the hand gripped his chin.
"You are a temptation.. Maybe later I will see how much of a sex-slave you truly are."
The hand pulled Ron's head back, until the tip was just resting on his lips.. Then he was shoved away and his 'owner' re-snapped the leash and back down the corridors they went. This time his entire body was abused - His cock was tweaked; his butt was slapped, fondled, poked; His nipples were also given tweaks and slaps until his skin was red and he was close to orgasm again.
Without warning another of the creatures stood in front of them and hissed/clicked a string of words that made the one holding his leash stiffen.. Then run off with one who was obviously a messenger or assistant. He stood, panting, unsure what to do now. A snuffling sound made him grip at his leash, wishing he could see better... Then he was shoved against a wall and an all too familiar mouth engulfed his dick. He gasped and arched, feeling warm lips slide over his sensitive tip, slip down his shaft, and tug on his flesh.
Teeth bit into his erection and he blew both nuts into the soft, warm mouth that now sucked expertly on him, fingers gripping his balls, making them swell still larger. The snake-like tongue tugged on him, squeezed his maleness until it went soft and limp. The muzzle opened slightly and the teeth raked his cock from base to tip, making him shudder and moan. He shivered again as 2 words were hissed in his ear..
"Taste Good."
He wasn't sure if the creature was referring to his semen or his flesh, but he Really didn't want to know. The creature grabbed his leash and led him back to a room, where he collapsed on the 'bed', not caring any more.
* * * *
Ron awoke to a familiar feeling - a snake was poking his butt, suddenly finding entrance, and shoving deep inside him. The clawed hands that pulled his hips up, and the soft hisses brought him back to a reality he had Hoped was only a bad dream.
"So soft. So smooth. So warm. So tight.. We fix that.."
More snuffed laughter and a thrust that made him click his teeth in agony/ecstasy. Conflicting signals made him jerk, pushing back while gripping the cushions, and pulling away. Rough palms ground his nipples as fingers dug into his chest making his moan and wriggle, while a tongue flicked across the back of his neck, tasting his sweat, his desire..
He ground his ass up against the bony crotch, wanting all the male had to offer, and was somewhat disappointed to feel the sheath press against his distended anus. Maybe if he worked harder he could push it back and get another inch or two... What he got was still rougher squeezes on his chest and thick, warm squirts deep in his bowels. But this time the dick stayed in him, stayed hard. And was soon moving in and out of him, causing his abused dick to rise.
He moaned and moved in time to the thrusts, feeling the big balls slapping his cheeks, wanting them to empty in him again and again. His face flushed with shame as he realized what he was doing, what he was feeling.. But a hard thrust coupled with a hand wandering down to tease his cocktip, made his arch and wriggle and groan like a slut. He wished he had another cock to service, to make him gag as it slid down his throat.. But contented himself with the one that was plowing his butt so wonderfully.
* * * *
There was a different emotion among the rest of the humans, when they were shown tapes of Ron and his new master. They couldn't believe it! That Faggot, that... Queer had been among them? They suddenly eyed each other. If Ron was a fag, who else was? Who else eyed their naked bodies with lust, would break and tell their alien Masters all they wanted to know? Suddenly, the group of Humans became individual, paranoid Men, each covering their crotches, eyes darting around, not daring to look at each other lest they see something in each others eyes.
The Kif laughed.. "All is going to plan. Soon we shall have plenty of sex-slaves to pleasure us. Perhaps we shall sell this information. And those who do not cooperate? They shall be released.. With a tale of woe - Wrecked ship, daring rescue... Something to put smoke in the eyes of the others. Hmmmm.. Perhaps profit may flow both ways - Lowest most are to be given to the Humans for pleasure slaves.. Crew will work more efficiently knowing another race would enjoy mating them."
They watched as the experiment continued, taking notes, watching reactions, grinning as one of their females managed to brush herself against a human male, and the reactions it produced.. Yes - There were 2 sexes aboard. And Many ways to get information. They hissed laughter as the male's behavior changed.. Changed again - Caught between captor and protector, the man had no chance and was soon showing all the signs of rut. Most interesting...
The End?