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After another long and boring day, our protagonist settles down for a good night sleep. Little does he know, He is being eyed up by aliens who desire something from him. oh noes!

posted to FA on 11/27/09

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Breeding Experiments

It was now midnight, and I had spent another day accomplishing absolutely nothing. Having finished watching my favorite late night TV shows, I went about the preparations for bed. While in the shower, I had an eerie feeling that something very weird was going to happen that night. While unsettling, these feelings were not strong enough to warrant concern.

Having finished my bedtime rituals, I settled down and readied myself for the half hour that I would spend tossing and turning seeking a good nights rest. As my mind faded into slumber, I lost track of time and faded into a dreamless sleep.

Unexpectedly, I stirred from my slumber while it was still dark outside. Forgetting the ominous feelings I had experienced earlier, a sense of frustration settled over me at the realization that I had once again awoken in the early morning. While trying to will my exhausted mind back to slumber I was shocked to notice three cloaked figures blocking the door leading out of my room. After a few seconds of awkward silence, the figures started walking slowly towards my bed. I was so paralyzed with fear, that I could do nothing as the three figures surrounded me.

While sitting there, not knowing what to make of the three intruders, one of them pulled out an object that had the unmistakable silhouette of a gun. In the brief instant it took to pull the trigger I saw my life flash before my eyes. A bright red bolt emanated from the weapon striking me in the chest. Strangely enough I felt no pain, only an undeniable sense of exhaustion as my vision faded to black.

With no sense of how much time had passed, I slowly willed myself from slumber. Wherever I as, I woke up lying in my back with a bright ceiling light shining directly into my eyes. I tried to speak, but unintelligible noises were the only result. Within my mouth was a gag that not only prevented speech but was air tight, forcing me to breathe through my nose. Even if the gag did not force my mouth so far open, the strap around the back of my head made sure that I could not spit it out.

Looking down, I noticed that in addition to absconding with my clothes, my captors had restrained me in a rather disadvantageous position. While my arms were restrained spread eagle above my head, my legs were in a position not unlike an exam table at a doctor's office. With my legs splayed as wide as comfortably possible, my cock and anus were left open and vulnerable.

Looking to my left, I noticed a floor to ceiling mirror, which showed a more detailed picture of my situation. The gag in my mouth had two closed valves on it, which no doubt were used to bypass the gag reflex. My wrists were bound in metal cuffs that were lined with soft fur and my legs were bound in stirrups with thick leather bands. Besides the table I was restrained to there was nothing else in the room. I spent the next few minutes in a fearful uncertainty, wondering when my captors would return and what they planned to do to me.

Almost as an answer to my thoughts, a door located on the wall nearest to my feet opened and the three figures that had earlier taken me from my bedroom entered. Since they were still wearing the cloaks that they had on during the abduction, I could not identify their gender, or even their species. Once the three of them were inside, they closed the door behind them and lowered the hoods on their cloaks. To my surprise, the faces beneath the hoods had an otter like appearance.

The three otters looked at me with lustful expressions on their faces. Height wise they were only a half foot taller than my six-foot frame. One by one the three shed their cloaks to reveal jet-black form fitting speedos that outlined their well-endowed genitalia. Their bodies had the slender, lithe, yet strong physique one would expect of a swimmer.

A few awkward seconds passed until the center one addressed me. "Ah your awake, now we can begin our experiment in proper." Despite the fact that I heard what sounded like a voice, in good English no less, his mouth did not move through his entire greeting. No doubt sensing my confusion, he replied, "We would communicate with you orally, but we have not yet worked out translations for all of the languages spoken on your planet. As such, we use a natural ability of our species which you would refer to as telepathy."

As he was explaining this, the others moved to positions on my left and right side. Even if I was not restrained, I was nude and out numbered three to one. Put simply there was no escape from this situation. Considering what the leader had mentioned earlier, I formed a simple question in my mind. 'Why am I here?'

At this action, a look of pleasant surprise spread across his face, after which he went into a somewhat longwinded 'answer' to my question. "You discovered how to communicate with us on your own, just one of the reasons we selected you. We happened upon your species about three years ago. Naturally, we wanted to open diplomatic and trade relations, however, we knew that if we revealed ourselves suddenly it would cause panic. As such, we began a program to create a group of ambassadors to act as intermediaries between our species and yours."

As I looked on in disbelief, he continued his explanation. "In order to do this, we have been conducting selective breeding experiments on promising members of your species. This of course, brings me to the reason why you are here. Before taking any individual, we look for desirable qualities; good social skills, pre-disposal to abstract thought, and good physical health. All of these are qualities that one would desire in an ambassador. As you have probably guessed, you were chosen because of you predisposition for abstract thought. Your species has a system of measurement to gauge this quality called an Intelligence Quotient. With an IQ of 131, you were deemed ideal breeding stock for our experiments."

After hearing this, thoughts of my being nothing more than a breeding stud for my captors filled my mind. Sensing my concern, my captor replied, "Don't worry, we will only be keeping you for a few hours. We only need you for the time it take to gather a sample of your sperm." After completing this statement, he said something to his subordinate on my left in a language I made no attempt to translate. The subordinate walked over to a control panel on the wall by the door. After pressing a series of buttons, I noticed that the mirror to my left had become transparent. In place of my reflection, I saw a female, bound in much the same manner as I was.

Continuing his speech, my captor stated, "She is just one of the females we have taken for study. As with males like your self, we collect what we need and then return them. If my memory serves, she was selected for her top-notch social skills. An egg from her will be fertilized with sperm from you and than raised in an artificial womb. The resulting child will be raised by us and socialized in the ways of both our culture and yours. Further breeding experiments will be conducted on the resulting offspring and additional samples from earth. In two or three generations, we will have the perfect ambassadors, raised by us, to bridge the gulf between our species."

As he finished his speech on my fellow captive, the leader gave another command to his subordinate. As he had done earlier, the subordinate pressed a few buttons on the control panel. At this action a container, roughly the size of an office filing cabinet drawer slid out of the wall. From this drawer, the subordinate pulled out two objects. The first was a bottle filled with a water like liquid, not in any way threatening. The second object on the other hand intensified my struggles against the restraints. The object in question looks like a dildo except for the curved shape of it.

After looking over the two objects in his hands, the subordinate returned to his previous position at my left side. The commander then gave an order to the otter on my right. He walked over to a control panel and like the one before him, pressed a sequence of buttons. At this action, a small door opened in the ceiling. I watched with morbid curiosity as a test tube like object on a robotic arm descended from the opening. To my great concern, the unknown device stopped about a foot above my cock and balls. The inside of the tube is covered in a shiny black rubber like material. If I had to guess, the device is most likely the tool they would use to extract what they wanted.

Sensing my thought patterns, the leader replied, "Your hypothesis that the device above your genitals is for gathering seed from you is correct. It works by simulating the sensations your cock would experience during mating. The device in my assistant's hands also assists the process. It is a prostate stimulator that adds to the sensations provided by the milking sleeve by giving vibratory and electrical stimulation to the prostate."

At the mention of the word electrical, I renewed my efforts to fight against the unbreakable bonds that held me. Sensing my unease, the lead captor stated in a calming tone of voice, "Don't worry, the electrical stimulation is not high enough to cause pain as that would be counter to our purpose. Anyways, once you climax, your seed will be cryogenically frozen to preserve it until it is needed."

In an absent minded tone, the lead captor replied, "hmm, despite all the excitement of the past few minutes, your member is still quite soft. Don't worry, this is a minor inconvenience that is easy enough to fix." After completing his observations, the leader gave what sounds like an order to the otter at the control panel. As he had done earlier, the subordinate pressed a sequence of buttons and waited for the result. From the open door in the ceiling, a long and slender tube descended. After receiving another order, the subordinate on my left attached the tube to the gag in my mouth.

As the connection was completed, I felt an even smaller tube come to rest on my tongue. Sensing my confusion, the leader replied, "That tube will feed you an aphrodisiac that will help you over come any performance anxieties. Your choice is whether you take your meds willingly or if we have to force-feed you. While it makes no difference to us, it would probably be easier if you suckle on the tube with your tongue."

Seeing no choice in the matter, I took a tentative taste of the liquid that the tube offered me. To my surprise the liquid had a sweet cherry taste to it. With my trepidation gone I suckled on the tube with considerable eagerness. While occupied with the sweet liquid I was indulging myself with, I noticed that my member was starting to stand up. After spending an unknown amount of time suckling on the tube, the flow suddenly stopped. As the subordinate removed the tube, I tried like mad to milk it of all it's remaining sweet fluid.

With a bemused tone, the leader states, "Judging by the amount of aphrodisiac you consumed and your partially excited genitals, I'd say you enjoyed that. Now the real fun can begin." After giving a wily glance to the subordinate on my left, the assistant in question opened the bottle that he had retrieved earlier. As I looked on with considerable apprehension, the subordinate covered the prostate massager in what can be nothing but water based lube. After completing this, he took some of the excess on his hands and spread it on my exposed anus. The gag in my mouth muffled the excited moans that come from me.

With my backside slick with lube, the subordinate moved the massager into a threatening position near my tail hole. As he tried to enter my tight anus, I clenched my ass tight to keep the threatening intruder out. After a few firm prods my resistance crumbled. With a firm but gentle pressure, the subordinate managed to bury the massager deep in my tail hole. The massager also had a rounded point that rested on my perineum The noises that this action elicited make my earlier moans sound like whispers. Adding to my concern was the fact that my member was now fully erect.

With a bemused tone, the leader commented, "Now that you are properly excited, we can give you genitals a warm and comfortable hole." After saying this, he gave a lusty grin to the otter that had so expertly positioned the prostate massager. With this nonverbal command, the subordinate covered my erect member with the lubricant that he had slathered on the massager and my tail hole. The feeling of his soft hands caressing my swollen member elicited another muffled moan from my captive mouth.

After my cock was completely coated with lube, the otter at the control panel pressed a single button. At this action, the milking sleeve lowered on to my erect member. While most of the sleeve was smooth rubber that felt almost as good as the subordinates hands, there are small metal plates placed at regular intervals on the left and right side of my member. Sensing my confusion, the leader explained, "That milking sleeve has several contacts to provide for electro stimulation of the genitalia. Don't worry, the current is not enough to be painful."

While walking around the table and stopping above my head, the leader gave a command to the otter at the control panel. The subordinate pressed a single button and then returned to the position at my side, which he had left earlier. For several seconds, nothing happened and I wondered whether they were bluffing about their earlier promises of milking my erect shaft.

No such luck; the sleeve surrounding my cock sprang to life and started suckling on my member like a calf on its mother's teats. In addition to this, the massager that was buried in my tail hole started to vibrate, bumping against my untouched prostate. I tried my hardest to hold back the erotic moans, but the pleasure given by the sleeve and massager made this task nigh impossible.

Adding to my pleasures were actions of the three otters who I was held captive by. Once I had grown accustom to the initial sensations the technologically assisted jack off session, the otters began teasing me. With near perfect precision, my captors attacked my various erogenous zones. Whether tickling my feet, pinching my firm nipples, or caressing my exposed ass cheeks, their attentions only served to heighten my pleasure.

As I finally gave in, moaning happily under the combined ministrations of my captors and the machines, the three otters offered words of encouragement. While I only perceived the bawdy thoughts of the leader, I could roughly tell that the words coming from the subordinates were on the same subject. After a few minutes of being enveloped in pleasure, I found myself trying to assist my captors in their endeavor. With a ferocity that would only be expected of a wild animal in the throes of heat, I started to buck my hips, hoping that my action would bring about the climax that I desired. Of course I could only get a fraction of an inch of movement with the confining restraints I was in.

In a half chiding, half amused tone, the leader replied, "Now now my captive, we don't want you to climax too soon. This machine is programmed to drag out the milking process for as long as possible. As you get close, it will back off and let you cool down before resuming its efforts. One of our male subjects was brought to the edge eight times before he climaxed. This will ensure that we get the highest quality sperm from you. Don't worry, while it will take time, you will climax and it will be well worth the wait."

True to his words, as I neared the point at which I would have fed my sperm to the machine, it backed off leaving me desperate for release. I once again bucked my hips wildly until the two subordinates held them firmly in place. My worries that I would be denied release were quickly assuaged when the sleeve started building up speed again. In addition, I felt a faint electrical tingle passing through both my erect member and my prostate.

With obvious interest, the leader replied, "I see that the electro-stim has started. On the first build up it will not be too intense, but it will increase as you are brought to the edge and back. Eventually it will get so intense that the machine will be unable to hold you back. Till then just relax and enjoy the pleasures we give you." True to his word, when it seemed like I was close to feeding the machine, it backed off leaving me again feeling unfulfilled.

As the procedure dragged on, I was repeatable brought within inches of orgasm, only to be denied release at the last second. Each time, however, the increased stimulation made the high point closer and closer to climax. In the excitement, I lost count of how many times I was edged, but after five or six trips to the edge of release and back I sensed that my long awaited climax would come on this up surge.

By this point, the electrical stimulation had become so intense that my body was spasming uncontrollably though true to the leaders word, it was not in any way painful. As I neared the point of release for the sixth or seventh time, my moans started to sound like I had no gag in my mouth at all. The machine tried to hold my back, but this time I would not be denied. With noises that sounded more like a predator making a kill, I fed shot after shot of cum to the machine that had held me hostage. Through all of this, I could only comprehend the fog of euphoria that surrounded me.

As I basked in the afterglow of a well-deserved climax, I saw the faces of my captors who all had a look of satisfaction. After nearly a minute of silence, the leader spoke to me in a relaxed tone, "Now that we have your seed, we can return you to where you came from. Don't worry though, we'll be keeping our eyes on you." Those were that last words I heard from him before I passed out from exhaustion.

After a restful, but dreamless sleep, I awoke in the same bed I had gone to sleep in earlier that night. At first I thought that what had transpired was nothing but a crazy dream. This comforting rationalization was utterly shattered when I noticed a silver box on my desk that was roughly five inches wide by eight inches long by four inches tall. Since it had not been there when I had fallen asleep, I approached it with considerable caution.

As my hands made tentative contact with the boxes edges, it let out a hissing sound. Thoroughly frightened, I backed up expecting the thing to blow up in my face. Instead of exploding, the top of the box opened on its own. Not knowing what to make of this, I once again carefully approached to see what the box contained.

When I looked into the box, I nearly jumped in surprise at what I saw. Neatly packaged in the center of the box, like it was an award to be presented at an official ceremony, was one of the prostate massager that had been used on me. I picked it up, half expecting it to be an illusion, but it was indeed real. The only features that distinguished it from the one my captors had used last night, was a small switch on the bottom of the device and a screw off cap where the batteries were inserted.

To my equal surprise, there was a note beneath the massager. The note was printed on paper that had the slight shine that one would expect from magazine paper. I pulled the note out, expecting it to be user instructions of some kind. Instead, the note was a letter from my captors. As I read from it, I felt equal parts curiosity and equal parts fear.

Dear Subject 17

I am writing this message to express my gratitude to you for your services to us. You were most pleasant to work with and my associates and I had an enjoyable time milking you of your seed.

As I'm sure you have deduced, the device in this package is a prostate stimulator similar to the one we used to heighten your pleasure during the milking procedure. It has, however been modified for your convenience. Anyway we've implanted a tracker in you so that we can keep an eye on you for future collections. Since you seed is highly desirable, you can expect future visits from us. Don't bother trying to find the tracker since it was made from biological tissue. If you did try to scan for it using methods known to your species you would find nothing.

You are probably wondering why we did not erase your memory of us. The answer to this is simple. A person of your intelligence would realize that going public with experiences like yours would be met with skepticism and disdain. As such, we decided not to tamper with your memory of the event. Till we meet again, best of luck to you.

I would place my name under this valediction, but it is unspellable in English.

PS. The massager takes one aaa battery.

I sat there in utter shock not sure what to make of the situation.

The End