Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2015 02:24:50 +0200
From: Commander Chief <CommanderinChief@gmx.com>
Subject: Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind - part 5

Close Encounters of the Fourth Kind

By Commander in Chief


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Part 5


      I felt my heart hammering in my chest as I slowly came down from the
high of my orgasm, and I slumped against my bonds, exhausted. As my
breathing returned to normal, I caught sight of a frenzy of harvesting
activity among the tendrils - obviously triggered by my massive
ejaculation. They flailed this way and that, searching for the pearly
globules that I had shot into the chamber. In no time at all they been
vacuumed up, absorbed without leaving a trace. Some of the tendrils had
formed a loose knot, and they writhed and squirmed, a disgusting sight that
reminding me of a tangle of snakes I'd once seen in the black waters of a
swamp back home.

     I was still recovering when one of the thicker tentacles appeared from
somewhere. It headed unerringly towards my groin, and in a repeat of what
it (or another just like it) had done earlier, the tip opened like a flower
bud and closed around my still hard cock, swallowing it, root to tip.  It
felt like my dick was being gently squeezed all over in a rubber tube. My
cockhead can sometimes be quite sensitive after I've cum, and the feel of
this tube against my glans was somewhat uncomfortable - not painful really,
but a stark reminder that my body was still at the whim of another and not
my own to control.

     I wondered what it was going to do. Clearly, it was expecting
something, but what?  I wasn't sure - I didn't need to piss, and I had just
cum. So I waited. Nothing. I pushed out a few dribbles of piss, but it
didn't let go. I waited some more. Still nothing, it seemed. Then maybe a
tiny ripple of pressure squeezing my shaft, barely noticeable. But enough
to re-energise my cock, which in spite of the tight-fitting sheath, had
been slowly softening. Another gentle squeeze, this time more apparent,
bringing me to full hardness again. I looked down at my cock. It was
completely engulfed by the tentacle, right up to my short and curlies. The
sharp contrast of its black surface next to the pale skin of my groin made
it appear all the more alien. As I watched, I felt another wave of
compression, this time starting at the head of my cock, running down to the
base, and then back to the head. I could see the outside of the tentacle
change shape as it squeezed and milked my cock in slow repetitive
cycles. Tip to base and back to tip, slowly, and again.  I groaned
quietly. I didn't think I would be able to cum again so soon, but the feel
of this thing around my shaft and especially around the ridge of my glans
was delicious, bringing me closer by the minute.

     The smaller tendrils were still exploring my skin. And in fact it
seemed they had become more active after my orgasm, perhaps energised by
the sudden release of tension in my body. I felt them crawling over me, on
my arms and legs, and especially on my torso and flanks where my skin was
more sensitive. I revelled in the flood of sensations. If I closed my eyes,
I could imagine that I was feeling the loving caress of a pretty girl back
on Earth. But I was shocked into alertness when I felt something moving
between my ass cheeks. One of the tips, obviously. It must have found a
patch of sweat, because it seemed particularly active. I clenched my
cheeks, trying to prevent it from exploring any deeper, but I was powerless
to stop it. I gasped when I felt a tug on the curly hairs around my pucker,
and then I felt something touch on the pucker itself. No! I squeezed my
asshole as tight as I could, hoping the thing would move on. But I couldn't
maintain the tension for long, and as soon as I relaxed slightly, I felt it
push inside.

     I immediately tried to push it out again, but this just seemed to make
its entry easier. It slid slowly into my ass, and I could do nothing to
stop it. I felt a tear well up in each eye, and my vision blurred. I
blinked them away furiously, humiliated that I was at the mercy of
this. . . thing, being probed in the most intimate place imaginable. I
could see the other tendrils were all about the same diameter as one of my
fingers, but the one inside me felt enormous. Surely it couldn't be the
same size as the others! I felt it move around inside me, twisting a little
as it explored. When it touched my prostate, I jerked in response, and my
cock twitched. I must have oozed a bit of pre-cum too, because the tube on
my cock reacted by increasing the rhythm of its milking action.

     The one inside me pressed against my butt nut again, and I felt a wash
of pleasure radiate outwards. I shivered all over, but not from cold. It
was still for a time, as if gauging my reaction. Then it rubbed against my
prostate once more, triggering another powerful wave of sensations that
echoed through my body, sending tingles right to the tips of my fingers and
toes. I must have oozed some more pre-cum as well, because the tube around
my cock suddenly felt slippery, and it seemed to grasp a bit harder to
compensate.

     "Oh, ooh, aah, aaaahhh . . ." I groaned. It seemed suddenly warmer in
the chamber.

     I didn't want to think about what was happening behind me, so I
concentrated on the feelings emanating from my cock. Each time the tube
squeezed, it was a ring of delicious enveloping pressure that travelled up
and down my shaft, milking it gently. No pussy had ever felt this good. I
was getting close again, and I thrust my hips forward, trying to bring it
on. But there was nothing to push against, and I sagged in my bonds,
exasperated. The thing inside me gently tickled my nut, and when I pumped
my cock in response, my ring fluttered, gripping it even tighter. It moved
slightly - a tiny in-and-out motion that triggered an unexpected wave of
pleasure through my guts. I felt that familiar churning sensation deep
inside. I was close. I must have been leaking constantly now. The tube
tentacle felt warm and slippery around the iron bar of my cock.

     "Ooh, aah, ooohh, oooohh, aaawwwhhh . . ." I arched my back. So close
now.

     Another tiny in-and-out movement. My asshole spasmed. In and out. I
squeezed down, as hard as I could. Then it did something incredible to my
butt nut. I felt an electric buzz, and I knew I couldn't hold back.

     "Uuuuuunnnhhhh!"

     I felt the surge of cum start somewhere down near my nuts, and as it
raced up my shaft, I took a deep breath and threw my head back in a rictus
of ecstasy.

     "Aaaaaaaawwwwwhhhh!"

     If my first orgasm was eye-popping, my second was
earth-shattering. The tube milking my cock was grippy and smooth and warm
and wet and caressed every part of it at once. Each shot of cum seemed to
last for seconds and the gaps between them even longer. I was astonished at
how much I was shooting - it felt like cups full. But everything I gave up
was harvested. When it became apparent that I was spent, the buzzing
sensation against my prostate slowly faded, and the tendril slid out.  The
tube around my cock unpeeled, and vanished into the gloom. I was still
catching my breath when I felt something wrap around my head, and then
everything went black.


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     "Cap. Hey Cap!" I heard a voice, distant and faint.

     "I think he's coming around." Another voice. Nearer this time. Funny
how it sounded like Jorge. But he was lost, or dead.

     "Mark. Can you hear me?" Very close now. I opened my eyes, and the
room slowly swam into focus.

     "Mark, are you back with us now? C'mon, wake up!" The voice came from
a figure opposite. I shook my head, scarcely able to comprehend what I was
seeing. Across from me, not more than a few metres away, was my First
Officer, Jorge. And next to him was big Dan. And on the other side, my
buddy Tubs. Oh, thank the gods! I barely even registered that they were
naked.

     Another voice came from beside me.

     "Hey boss, it's good to see you again. I was worried about you for a
while there." I looked to my right, and took in the ginger facial hair and
shaggy pelt of my XO. That made four. I looked around for Pauli.

     "Where's Pauli? Did he make it? Don't tell me . . . shit, is he
. . .?"

     "Ssh, calm down Mark. It's OK, He's OK. Well, we think he's OK. ET
took him away some time after he brought you back. He's been gone about
half an hour." Jorge sounded calm, but I detected a slight undertone of
fear and uncertainty in his voice.

     "An hour? How long have I been out?"

     "You've been back with us for about an hour," said Tubs "sleeping like
a baby." I heard the smile in his voice.

     I peered again at my shipmates, still unable to believe the evidence
of my eyes and ears. A captain's first duty is to his or her crew, and to
be honest, apart from Red, I had almost given up hope of seeing the rest of
them alive. Yet here they were, alive and apparently well. No obvious
injuries that I could see. Despite our mutual predicament, it gave my hopes
a great boost to have them all with me.

     I looked at them again, this time with a more studied eye. They were
all naked, as I was.  Each was splayed out in an X, shackled wrist and
ankle by loops of the dark coloured tentacles. Another thicker coil was
visible at the neck. Despite the absence of any noticeable gravity, we were
all oriented the same way up, and I wondered idly if this was for some
aesthetic reason, as if we were part of some display.

      Dan was opposite me and to my left. A big man by any measure, the way
he was mounted seemed to show off the powerful muscles in his shoulders and
arms. If fact, when I looked closer, I noticed that his wrists were bound
by an extra coil. His chest was hairy, with two dark nipples prominent, and
a trail of hair ran down his stomach where it merged with the thick bush
that partly obscured his cock and balls.

    Opposite and to my right was Tubs, blond hair, blue eyes, dimples - the
all-American pin-up boy. Even after a few months in space, he still had a
noticeable tan, highlighted by the pale areas around his hips where he wore
his swimsuit. He had a dusting of fine golden hair on his torso, and I
guess he must trim his pubes regularly, because I could barely make out the
fuzz of pale hair at his groin. His pink cock looked pretty big, even
soft. He caught me looking at it, and winked.

     Directly in front of me was Jorge. I hadn't really noticed it before,
but next to Dan and Tubs, his Latino heritage was plain to
see. Golden-brown skin, evenly coloured all over. Apart from his armpits
and groin, his body was nearly hairless, and his muscle definition was
patently obvious, especially around his abs. We all worked out on the ship,
but my First Officer spent longer at the gym station than any of us, and it
showed. His dark, wrinkled sack hung nearly as low as the tip of his uncut
dick.

     "Right. So what in the seven hells happened?" I asked.

     Between the four of them, I was able to piece together the general
gist of what had transpired. After I had gone off the air, Tubs had made
the same dumb assumption that I had made - that it was a simple radio comms
malfunction. But when I failed to return at the halfway point of our
allotted shift he raised the alarm with Dan. When his scan of the
surrounding cubic kilo-klick failed to pick up any sign of my suit, he
immediately called in a Code 3 emergency, waking up the rest of the crew
and putting them on alert. Standard GSC protocol in a situation like this
is to send out some `bots to scout the area, and that's what they did. But
each and every one disappeared a few minutes after launch, its cameras
going dark before the comm link died. After the sixth one vanished, Jorge
wanted to set a return course to Earth. As First Officer, it was his call,
and I didn't blame him - I would have done the same thing in his place. But
Red refused, and insisted on going out himself to search for me. He took
one of the remaining EVA suits, armed himself with a laser cutter, and
headed off in the general direction where I had last been seen.

     There was some disagreement about what happened next. Red said that
there was a flash of light before his power went out. But Dan was tracking
him using the ship's 20cm optical telescope, and saw nothing. He was there
one minute, strobe light flashing, and gone the next. Anyway, after Red
disappeared, the rest of the crew started preparing the ship to depart
ex-system. Two crew lost was enough they figured. They were just
programming the quant when the whole ship lost power. Fusion reactor, fuel
cells, backup batteries, everything. No-one panicked, but from what I
gather, they were pretty shook up. I mean three systems all failing at
once? It's unheard of. Next thing they know, something is rattling the
hatches. And in the dark, they got separated. Each apparently recalled a
blinding flash that knocked them out, but only the one. No-one saw three or
even two flashes. No-one heard any explosions. Next thing they remember is
waking up, the four of then pinioned in pairs against a wall: arms, legs,
head and torso restrained exactly as Red and I had been.

     I thought about what had recently happened to me, and I weighed up
whether I could talk about it with my crew. Part of me wanted to ask them
whether any of them had been taken and violated as I had been, but mostly I
was still ashamed at how my body had reacted. The feel of the tendril
snaking up my ass . . . penetrating . . . the way it moved in and out . . .
no, it didn't bear thinking of.

     At that point, my train of thought was interrupted. I hoped no-one had
noticed my stiffening cock.

     "Heads up!" It was Dan's voice.

     I looked around to see what had alerted him. A pale shape materialised
out of the gloom. It took me a few seconds to register that it had to be
Pauli, although I couldn't see his face. His limp body was folded in half,
wrists and ankles brought together and bound with several coils of a single
thicker tentacle.  It reminded me of the way you might hang a game animal
for easy transport - simple and effective. Without any fuss, he was roughly
positioned in the space to my left. The tentacle carrying him uncoiled, and
for a moment he was floating free. But within seconds, several more
appeared from behind him and looped themselves around his limbs, pulling
them straight and away from his body. A thicker one collared him loosely
around the neck, and with that, he was shackled in what I now thought of as
the `display' position, just as the rest of us were.

     I inspected him for injuries as best I could. Shortest of my crew by a
good margin, he nevertheless had a fine physique. Neither stocky nor lean,
he could have passed for a gymnast. Compact is probably how I would
describe him.  I could see he was breathing steadily, but his eyes were
closed and his jaw slack. His black hair looked damp, and several locks
were plastered to his forehead.

     "That's just how you were brought in, Mark."

     I looked up at Dan.

     "Same way, trussed like a turkey," added Tubs. "Seems like ET here is
a bit of a neat freak, and doesn't like the idea of arms or legs flapping
around when we're being moved."

     I imagined myself being carried thus, wrists and ankles cinched
together, ass exposed, defenceless. I felt my cock slowly thicken.



to be continued