As usual, in the lab the lights emanate from everywhere yet nowhere. However, this time he’s strapped face-down to the cold metal table, his legs spread; it doesn’t matter what he can or cannot see. He’s naked. His heart is pounding. The pain is coming. There is no stopping the pain from coming.
“You’ll forget all of this,” he’s being told again. “So what is the sense in killing the pain?”
To get through this moment would be a good reason.
He thinks, but he doesn’t speak. They’ve temporarily paralyzed his tongue, his jaw, his throat. In fact, screaming will be impossible, too.
The bottom half of the table drops down suddenly. A loud bang. Then the edge of the table raises up, lifting his backside up with it, spreading him apart.
The pointed tip of a large metal syringe is unceremoniously stuck into his anus. He grunts.
The slimy-goo squirts up his rectum, until he feels uncomfortably filled with it. With slime. With goo. The syringe is quickly pulled out and he can hear the suction of it – the demeaning sucking sound of the tip of the syringe, exiting his anus as a trail of slimy-goo escapes, oozing down to his balls.
He struggles against his restraints, even though he knows it is pointless.
The cock that is going to enter him is not human. And it will be fiery hot. And it will be enormous.
There is more than likely a long line of these inhuman cocks behind the first one, because his asshole is once again their evening’s recreation. But strapped face-down in this way, he cannot see them or how many of them there are this time; he cannot see anything except the white tiled floor directly below the table.
The slimy-goo is meant to render his sphincter incapable of closing. In some strange way, this is supposed to be a benevolent gesture to him – a partial easing of his ‘discomfort’ so that his sphincter will not have to be forced open again and again and again. But really all the goo does is make the recreation more pleasing to them – to the alien cocks that will plough deep up his ass, set him afire and split him open.
He knows he has endured this pain and humiliation before, even though they attempt to wipe his memory clean afterwards. Fragments always remain. His mind remembers that what is about to happen is only vaguely ‘unpleasant’, but his body, his cells, seem to have a memory that can never be wiped clean; so, on reflex, he struggles at the restraints and anxiety fills him.
A pair of leathery hands push his ass cheeks wider apart. He feels the tip of what seems to be a red-hot poker entering his asshole, but the tip quickly expands to the full width of a monstrous, burning cock. It pummels easily into the slop of slimy-goo they’ve lubed him with, forcing his asshole to open around the unbearable intrusion. And then the cock bulges and thickens, opening him wider – and then wider still, until the whole length of his rectum is full to bursting with the enormous fiery log, pummeling up him, breaking him in.
He can do nothing but let it breech him clear up through his bowels.
The pain is excruciating. His tongue spasms; his mouth, his throat, contort but cannot scream. It is too much pain this time. His eyes roll up into his head and, with a sudden release of all strength, his soul escapes. His consciousness barrels toward the ceiling and, before passing through it and leaving his alter personality – his clone – behind for good, he takes in the travesty below him.
The beast knows he has fled his body. It’s as if the beast can actually see his consciousness, hovering up there at the top of the room, because the beast looks right up at him with a lascivious grin, its split tongue slithering in and out of its mouth, as it pounds away at the pitiful asshole, the enormous fiery log of its cock shoving mercilessly in and out of the alter, who is still strapped down to the table but limp now, lifeless.
Then the lab and the scene of gory sodomy disappear completely from view. His consciousness is suddenly snapped with great speed up through the ceiling and back into the primary personality.
* * *
Calvin wakes immediately and is in his primary consciousness, alone in his sleeping tube. He has no clear memory of just how long his alter had been gone from him, but he feels the noticeable psychic expansion of having it back.
An amber glow fills the room – it is still nighttime. He has been asleep in his uniform and now has an erection in his form-fitting trousers that is fierce. It needs to be released.
With a whoosh the clear glass tube opens. Calvin gets out of the sleeping unit and leaves his quarters. In the brightly lit hall of the ship, he heads for the cubicle room. An eye scanner releases the door and Calvin goes in. A number of the cubicles are occupied by other horny, sleepless soldiers, but he finds a vacant cubicle at the far end of the row.
Once inside the cubicle, the opaque shield firmly closes and Calvin quickly tugs his snug uniform trousers down his thighs. His erection springs free and he guides his aching cock into the warm suction tube in the wall, working his balls in there with it. The force of the suction immediately pulls his dick all the way in and then forms a vacuum-tight seal around the coarse brown hairs that blanket his pelvis.
Calvin holds tight to the handles on the wall above the tube as the sucking sensation begins. It feels so good. The length of the warm tube is a pulsing, rolling, squeezing, tugging tunnel of tight, slippery rubber, with an indented shelf near the inner entrance of the tube that cradles his balls and gently massages them, tugs them, too; milks them like small tender udders.
Calvin’s grunts and groans soon join the chorus of the other moaning soldiers sealed into other cubicles in the pristine row of quantum glory-holes. He closes his eyes and loses himself in the lurid pictures rising in his brain, easily forgetting all about the other men in the room.
He imagines his cock is pleasuring the slippery tunnel up some other soldier’s ass, instead of just a suction tube. But as he does this, the pictures in his head become surreal.
A lab of some kind, in some alien ship. That weird lighting they’re said to have that seems to come from everywhere and yet nowhere. There’s a white tiled floor.
He’s seen this lab before – maybe even been on this ship – but he can’t remember when it would have been. Throughout his space detail, he’s been assigned to the same Allied Forces ship – the one he’s on right now.
The suction tube feels too good to waste time trying to make sense of his scrambled thoughts, though. He just wants to relax into the pulsing pleasure tube and let it tug his thickening cock deep into whatever filthy pictures unfold in his head.
Calvin sees a metal table in the lab now. A naked human male is strapped to it, spread-eagle and face-down. The bottom half of the table has been lowered, but a rim juts up just enough to raise the guy’s ass invitingly, spreading the guy’s legs apart in the process. It is too tempting. The lab is otherwise empty. At least it seems empty.
The man strapped to the table is curiously silent, but very much alive. Calvin approaches the backend of the table and examines the proffered naked ass.
The hole is pouting open, as if it’s become accustomed to being well fucked, and that enticing rectal opening is dripping with an alien goo. Calvin has never seen a substance like it and is not entirely sure he should stick is dick into it, but the way the hole sort of winks at him, even quivers a bit – it is too much to resist. Calvin slides his erection into the asshole. It’s a nice fit. The slick hole stretches easily and readily accommodates Calvin’s thick tool, sucking his cock all the way in, squeezing it like a snug slippery glove and tugging his cock-skin up and down, up and down as Calvin starts to fuck it.
In the cubicle, Calvin holds tight to the handles on the wall because the suction of the quantum tube has increased in intensity, sensitive as it is to the heightened energy emanating from Calvin’s cock. He keeps his eyes closed, though, and just holds on; not wanting to lose the sensation for even a moment.
His thoughts swoop back into the lab; the strange goo up the guy’s ass now feels alive with its own lapping, tugging, massaging motion. Calvin quickly realizes the goo is full of conscious alien particles; photons and electrons that seem alive with their own distinct lust. The goo is perhaps even more alive than the human heat inside the guy’s ass. There is a distinct motion to the goo, and it has an increasing heat of its own.
Before long, though, the heat lapping at his cock has intensified – it’s starting to feel almost too hot. And the man he’s fucking, strapped down as he is, grunts in a rousing and captive way, which only makes Calvin feel hotter.
He is feeling the full force of his own lust now – it’s either that, or the fiery alien goo is stoking his dick to new heights. Maybe so. The goo is so unusual. Either way, in a fit of arousal, Calvin scoots up onto the table and really hammers at the helpless man’s hole, supporting himself with his arms at either side of the man’s head. The man’s backside is unfamiliar to Calvin, but there’s a scent to the man now that he’s up close to him, and something about the man’s head; it seems eerily familiar – as if maybe he’s fucked this guy before. But before Calvin can give it too much thought, the guy manages to angle his ass up and lets Calvin get in there really deep. The guy’s liking it! The invitation is sublime. It makes Calvin straddle the man, planting his knees at either side of the guy’s hips so that he can really get some momentum; really go at that hole good.
And just when he thinks that maybe he’s going to come, Calvin becomes acutely aware of a tongue on his balls. A tongue.
It feels split – reptilian. It darts all over his balls but then quickly slithers its way up to his asshole and goes right in. It’s a pretty strong tongue; he’s never felt a tongue like it. It easily pokes its way up his rectum; licking, wiggling, swirling up inside there.
Calvin feels delirious. He sinks his teeth into the neck of this vaguely familiar guy battened down tight to the metal table. He continues pumping hard into the guy’s asshole but now the slithering tongue is working deeper up his own ass; then working itself in and out, like some slippery, slithering dick – and he realizes the man underneath him, as Calvin’s teeth sink deeper into the guy’s neck, is groaning fiercely; as if more from pain now than pleasure.
But Calvin’s own pleasure is too intense, it electrifies him. He can’t help but bite the man’s neck harder, fuck his ass deeper, as the slithering tongue up his own ass seems to thicken, licking and swirling, really exploring the depths of his hole. He’s never known anything to feel this good.
And now it’s as if the alien goo up the guy’s ass is really coming alive; it’s got a grip on Calvin’s cock, tugging it, pulling it, completely encircling his throbbing cockhead and sucking it deeper in – while Calvin pounds away in a frenzy, feeling as if he could breech the man’s very bowels before he will feel satisfied.
Then, just as Calvin feels he’s going to come for sure, as if his balls will literally explode now, the reptilian-like tongue abruptly pulls out of Calvin’s ass and a monstrous cock, a cock on fire, plunges up his asshole, ploughing in to the hilt. Calvin’s jaw finally loosens its grip on the guy’s neck, as he lets out a bellowing oh god!
He’s never had a cock up his ass that was so hot and so huge. It begins fucking him mercilessly, just as the goo up the guy’s ass forms a tighter grip around the head of Calvin’s cock, feeling now like a slick sucking mouth – as if a part of the guy’s insides has formed into an actual mouth and is sucking vigorously on his cock. His balls finally erupt.
Calvin’s eyes spring open as he ejaculates into the quantum suction tube, but his asshole feels pummeled and raw, like he’s just gotten fucked. For real.
He pulls his spent dick out of the tube and glances down at the floor. There by his feet is a pool of cum. Not his. He came into the suction tube.
What the hell? How did that get there? He’s still alone in the cubicle.
Spooked, Calvin quickly tugs up the trousers of his uniform and realizes that cum has managed to drip in there, too. Inside his trousers. And it’s burning hot…
The opaque shield to Calvin’s cubicle slides open and he hurries out. The row of cubicles looks the same. But wait. Maybe just a little bit different. And the room is empty. The other soldiers are gone.
The door that leads out to the hall of the ship slides open now and there they all are, waiting for him – their monster cocks hanging free; their long reptilian tongues darting in and out of their gruesome mouths. And it’s the white tiled floor again. They close in on Calvin, shredding his uniform, until he’s naked and feeling torn asunder by too many leathery hands clutching at him, groping and probing him. He just catches sight of the metal table as they drag him, unable to scream, into that strangely lit room.