Date: Sun, 26 Sep 2004 01:29:19 +0000
From: elerian1@comcast.net
Subject: Cody's Alien Adventure

This story is a work of fiction, obviously. If it is illegal to read about
teenage boys in sexual situations where you live, stop reading now. No
boys--or aliens--were harmed in the creation of this story.

Copyright 2004 Elerian Mordrell. All rights reserved. Reprint or repost is
forbidden without author's permission.

Comments to elerian1@comcast.net are welcome and will be acknowledged.


Author's Note:

This story was written for a special boy--he knows who he is. He's already
heard every compliment ever conceived, but they're all woefully inadequate.
He's almost too good to be real--but he is real. Selflessness and insight
are his names. Healing and forgiveness are his passions. Whenever I am
down, I think of him and smile, though I am unworthy of him. I love him,
and am not ashamed to say so. This story is my gift to him.

--S.



Cody's Alien Encounter


Cody walked home from school a little faster than usual today. Just a few
days ago, he'd discovered something about himself that most boys his age
had probably known for years: He could make himself come. Cody was fourteen
now, and he'd been anticipating this day for what seemed like forever.

He remembered how it had happened. He had been lying in bed, naked, the
sheets pulled down around his ankles. His young, smooth body seemed
electric at his own touch, and just stroking his hands down his chest,
pausing at his dime-sized pink nipples, had caused his five-inch uncut cock
to harden into a steel beam. He'd slowly slid his hands down to his pelvis,
rubbing them through his sparse blond pubic hair, and gripped his shaft.
He'd often touched and caressed his cock before, and loved the feelings
that coursed through his developing body. But lately, there had seemed to
be something incomplete. He'd found it the other night. As he'd slid his
cock through his fist, slowly at first, he'd caught a rhythm he'd been
previously unaware of. He began to move his hand faster. His breathing and
heart rate accelerated, and a delicious sensation of fullness began to
build up in his rock-hard boy penis. His foreskin pulled tight around his
cockhead, and Cody was sure he'd never been as hard, or felt so sexy or
grown up, as he did in that one moment.

Time had seemed to stop in that moment two nights ago. The fullness in his
cock grew until it became exquisitely excruciating. It felt as if there
were lava bubbling in his young balls. His fist suddenly stopped moving up
and down of its own volition, and his cock erupted. White-hot cum boiled
through his insides, almost searing him. Cody's brain whited out, and
nothing existed in the moment except his penis and his hard, hairless
little balls, drawn tight up against his pelvis. A stream of thin, whitish
boycome jetted from his piss-slit and splashed against his chin. A second
and a third stream shot from him and landed on his chest and belly as he
gasped. Cody squeezed his dick as much as his sensitive flesh would allow,
and several small clear droplets welled up and dribbled down the side of
his shaft.

Finally, Cody had recovered, and he had dropped off to sleep in the
afterglow of his first orgasm.

Now, he quickened his walk home from school even more. The memory had
caused his teenage cock to spring up his head, and it tented the front of
his blue school uniform shorts as he strode down the sidewalk. He hoped
none of the neighbors came out to say hello. After what seemed like an
eternity, Cody finally reached his house and turned up the path to his
front door. He let the door slam behind him and called out to his mother.

"Mum, I'm home!" His clear voice rang out. There was no answer. Right, it
was Tuesday, her day at the PTA, and she wouldn't be home until eight or
so. There was a note on the fridge.

"Cody," it said, "PTA today. Be home later. Help yourself to stew on the
stove. Love you, sweetheart. --Mum"

Good deal, Cody thought to himself. A few hours all to myself. He got a
glass of juice from the fridge, downed it, and bounded upstairs. He dumped
his bookbag on the floor and shut his door. He stopped in front of the
full-length mirror on his wall, admiring himself. About
five-feet-five-inches tall, fit from playing soccer, blue eyes, straight
straw-colored hair medium length and parted in the middle. He smiled at
himself, exposing his braces, expertly installed by his orthodontist
mum. He knew he was good-looking; he could hear the girls whisper and
giggle as he walked by in the halls sometimes. But they didn't really
interest him. Cody was much more interested in a few of the boys at
school--Ever since he'd come to the U.S. from Australia when he was six,
Cody had known he was gay.

Ethan at school drove him wild. He was gorgeous. Tall and dark-haired, with
a soccer player's body and a perfect face. If Ethan were only gay. But Cody
was a little too nervous to bring that up. What if he weren't? He'd lose a
good friend, not to mention a chance to sleep over with Ethan and maybe
catch a glimpse of him naked... he decided to call Ethan later and see if
he wanted to spend the night this weekend. Yeah ... Cody had seen him in
the shower one time, and he dreamed of sucking Ethan's cut teenage cock.

Cody sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror. He thought the best part
of going to Eastern Catholic was the uniform. It was so handsome--a blue
blazer over a powder blue Oxford shirt and club tie, with matching blue
short pants that came to about three inches above the knee. Cody thought
his legs and knees were his best features. They were muscular and lean from
playing soccer, and since he'd just hit puberty, there was just a very
light blond fuzz on his shins and calves that you couldn't even see unless
you were up close. He loved showing his legs off, and never ever wore
shorts that covered his knees.

Cody removed the blazer and looked at himself in only the short-sleeved
shirt, tie, and shorts. Yeah, he was cute. His mind turned back to his
first real masturbation session of the other day, and blood immediately
rushed to his cock. Man, it seemed like he was always hard these days, but
that was nothing to complain about. He only wished there were an older man
he could talk to about all the stuff he was going through.

He slowly undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth,
adolescent chest. His pecs were clearly defined, but not heavy with
muscle. Cody loved his body, trusted it. He pretty much had to, being a
star athlete on his varsity soccer team, even though he was just a
freshman. He flexed in the mirror and was gratified to see his small four
pack pop out and the veins in his thin biceps define themselves. His cock
throbbed and pulsed as he stared at himself.

He then unbuttoned his sexy uniform shorts and stepped out of them, then
toed off his dress shoes and pulled his black socks off his shapely
feet. Now he was only wearing his red boxer briefs, his penis pushing them
away from his body. He couldn't take it anymore and pulled them down,
exposing his cock to the air. It sprung up at an angle from his scant blond
peachfuzz, and the head of his foreskin leaked precum as he reached down to
stroke himself. Abandoning the mirror, he lay down on his bed and began
pump his dick, letting the foreskin slide over his swollen, sensitive
gland. Already he could feel the semen welling up in his tight, hairless
balls, wanting to come out. He slowed down. He wanted to try something he'd
read about, and didn't want to come too soon. He pulled his legs up so that
his shapely ass pointed in the air, and let his finger roam his crack until
it came to the virgin rosebud hidden there. He rubbed around the rim and
brought his finger to his nose and smelled his musky scent. He licked the
tip of his finger, wetting it thoroughly, and brought it back to his
hole. He slowly pushed it in as his penis pulsed in response. He stopped at
just a quarter inch, loving the slight pain and pressure that his finger
brought to his ass. He pushed in a little farther and cried out softly.
Soon, his finger was buried in his ass up to the knuckle, and Cody could
barely stand the waves of pleasure that coursed through him.

He resumed stroking his cock as he moved his finger in and out of his
ass. On the fourth stroke, his finger pressed against something inside him
that might have felt even more intense than his first orgasm. Suddenly his
eyes squeezed shut as his balls contracted and jets of boycome shot from
his cock about three feet in the air. He came and came as his ass muscles
clenched around his finger and he cried out uncontrollably.

Soon, his breathing slowed and he lowered his legs until he was lying
spread-eagled on his bed. My prostate! He thought. I think I found it! He
knew he'd become even more intimate with that little gland in the days and
weeks and months to come, and he hoped he could find a special boy to
stimulate it for him--maybe with a rock hard cock of his own.

Refreshed and happy, Cody jumped up and got his books to do his
homework. He decided to work naked, since that's how he was most
comfortable.


* * *


Later, after Cody had eaten, finished his homework, and hung out with his
mum, he was ready for bed. He yawned and stretched out on his bed, still
naked. No worries or concerns troubled him. He was a happy, healthy boy. He
snuggled up with his cat, Lynx, and almost immediately dropped off to
sleep. Anyone looking in on him would have seen only an angelic sleeping
face, a beautiful naked boy.

And of course there was someone looking in.

It was about midnight. Cody had been sleeping for several hours. But a
strange sound, sort of a cross between a buzzing and a whistling, began to
penetrate his doze. A white light began to seep through his closed eyelids,
and he began to rouse.

The light became brighter, and the buzzing in his head became louder. As he
came closer and closer to wakefulness, he could hear (feel?) the buzzing
modulate in his head, almost as if there were words trying to be said.

Fully awake now, Cody opened his eyes. What he saw scared him more than
he'd ever been scared in his life. His jaw gaped, and his eyes were so wide
they looked like perfect circles. Two figures stood silhouetted by the
window of his room, but the figures didn't quite register in his mind. They
were tall and thin, and wearing blue and silver robes of a material he'd
never quite seen before. The light shone through from an unknown source
outside, bright and piercing. As he stared in incomprehension, finally he
realized what was wrong with them--they weren't human. Their faces were
long and triangular, tapering at the bottom. Their eyes were almond shaped
and huge, and pointing diagonally toward the center of their vaguely
insectile faces. The eyes stared at him dispassionately.

"He is awake!" The buzzing sounded in his head.

"Quiet, fool, his brainwaves have adjusted. He can hear you."

Cody was perplexed, but through his terror he was able to understand what
was happening. He didn't know what these creatures were, but it was clear
that the buzzing was how they communicated, and he could hear them in his
mind.

"Be still, human boy-child. We are not here to harm you," the taller of the
two creatures intoned in Cody's mind.

"Who-- what are you?" Cody asked in a high, thin voice.

"It is not important. You are ours now. But we cannot permit you to
resist. Sleep now, and all will become clear."

Cody began to protest, tried to jump up out of his bed. But the creature
who had spoken to him merely raised his spider-like arms, and Cody knew no
more.

				   * * *

When Cody woke up, he was no longer in his room. As he opened his eyes, he
noticed he was lying naked on his back on a metal table. The table was cut
out in perfect proportion to his young body, with sections for his legs,
arms, and torso. His legs and arms were secured by metal bands, and another
band encircled his flat stomach. He could not move.

Scared, Cody tried to take in his surroundings. He was in a bare metal
room, shaped like a perfect oval. He could see no doors, but there was a
bank of what looked like electronic equipment built into one wall. Cody
stretched his neck and was able to look down over the edge of his table.
What he saw astounded him. The table did not appear to be resting on the
floor. It was floating in midair, with nothing seeming to attach it to
floor or walls.

Cody swallowed hard, his heart beating a mile a minute. Okay, calm down, he
thought to himself. This whole thing's got to be a dream, right? There's no
way what I think is happening could actually be happening.

Just then, he could start to hear the same buzzing he heard last night.
God, no, he thought. What's going to happen to me?

"Be at ease, boy-child," a voice said in his mind. It was the same creature
as last night. He didn't know how he knew, but he did. "I would speak to
you now." Suddenly, the creature was at his table. Cody couldn't see how
he'd gotten there.

"Wh-- what do you want with me? What are you?"

"As to who we are, it matters little. However, you would say that we come
from the vicinity of the star Betelgeuse. It is located in your sky in the
winter constellation of Orion. As to what we want with you, that you will
soon see."

"You're .... you're aliens?"

"`Aliens?' To you, I suppose we are. To us, you are alien. That is why we
must learn from you."

"What do I call you?" asked Cody. He couldn't think of anything else to
say.

"Interesting question. Let me confer." The alien cocked his head to one
side, as if listening. The buzzing became louder in Cody's head, but he
couldn't make out any words. The buzzing stopped, and the creature once
more turned to regard Cody with his black eyes. "We have conferred, and the
word `Beast' comes to mind as an acceptable approximation. And a term of
endearment we have plucked from your mind is `Uncle.' Therefore you may
call me `Uncle Beast.'"

"Uncle Beast," Cody said, tasting the words through his fear. "Uncle Beast,
why have you kidnapped me? Where am I? What's going to happen to me?"

"Softly, boy-child. One question at a time. Firstly, we `kidnapped' you to
learn from you. You will be undergoing a series of tests and experiments
designed to gauge certain responses of your body and mind. Also, we find
your form pleasing, so we will also be indulging certain ... desires of our
own. Secondly, you are on our ... I suppose you would call it a `spaceship'
or `flying saucer', though neither of those terms is particularly
accurate. Thirdly, though you may be slightly uncomfortable during some of
the ... procedures ... you have my word that you will not be permanently
harmed."

That didn't really put Cody at ease. "What kind of experiments? How long
will you keep me? When can I go home?" he asked, a tremor in his voice.

"Time is of no concern, boy child. You may be here for what will seem like
hours, or days, to you, but when you are returned, it will be as if you
never left at all. Also, I assure you that you will indeed be returned
home." Uncle Beast cocked his head to the side again, listening. "As to the
experiments you will undergo, that you will soon see. Now rest, boy child,
for there is a long day ahead of you." Uncle Beast raised his painfully
skinny arms again, swimming in the long blue and silver robe, and Cody lost
consciousness again.

					* * *

When he awoke this time, three of the aliens were standing around his
table. They peered down at him with their inscrutable faces, and Cody's
heart began to triphammer again in fear. Still, being exposed to their
stares like this, completely vulnerable, was a bit exciting. He could feel
his cock begin to twitch, though he willed it to stop.

Cody looked around, and did not see Uncle Beast among the
creatures. Surprised, Cody realized he was beginning to be able to tell the
individual aliens apart from one another on sight, even after such a short
time. But he was disappointed. Uncle Beast had so far been kind to him, and
he wasn't sure if these other aliens would be.

"Where's Uncle Beast?" Cody asked plaintively. His young voice squeaked a
bit.

"Silence, child," came the buzzing in Cody's head. "Your `Uncle Beast' will
be along shortly. He is not required for this stage of the procedures."
Cody stared at the speaker, and notice he was grasping a long, thin tube in
one of his spidery hands. The tube was a bright green color. Cody had seen
a catheter before, and he was pretty sure this was one. He gulped, but
again his boy penis twitched.

"Is that for me?"

"Yes. Now be silent." With that, the alien unceremoniously reached down to
Cody's cock and gently pulled back his foreskin until the gland was
completely exposed. Cody gasped. The alien's skin was cool and smooth, and
completely unlike anything he'd ever felt. The touch electrified him, and
his cock stood at complete attention. The buzzing intensified in his head,
and Cody picked out a few words: "Look at his organ! We arouse him."

But Cody could understand no more, and the alien continued his
ministrations. He grasped Cody's hard cock in his thin fingers, and placed
the end of the tube at the opening of Cody's urethra. He paused. "Now,
child, attempt to be still. This may ... sting."

The alien began to slide the tube into Cody's penis. The pain was wire-thin
excruciating, but his erection did not soften. He whimpered, and his wrists
thrummed against his metal bonds. As the catheter was inserted, the pain
began to subside, and one of the other aliens stroked Cody's chest and
shoulders to calm him. His touch eased his fear, and Cody began to calm
down. Soon the catheter was inserted into Cody's bladder, and the alien
removed his hands from it. The tube extended below the table, and Cody
could not see what it was attached to.

"Child, in order to be certain we obtain accurate readings from our
procedures, it is essential that certain systems of your body be completely
clean and free of contaminants. Therefore, we will initiate a cleansing
procedure beginning with your urinary tract. Endeavor to be calm. We
understand this procedure feels ... strange." The alien turned and nodded
to one of his companions, who again began stroking Cody's skin. The other
reached his arm down below the table where Cody could not see, and it was
strange, because Cody was sure the arm grew, became longer than it
was. Cody heard a click and the gentle whirring sound of machinery.

As he watched, the tube inserted in his penis changed color slightly,
darkening as it filled with fluid. He could feel a warm sensation in his
penis as the fluid coursed through it and began to fill his bladder. Then
he gasped--the fluid began shifting temperatures rapidly as it
flowed. First it was warm, then cool, then burning hot. Then it cooled
again, and then it became as cold as ice. Cody writhed on the table as the
fluid froze and burned him. It filled his bladder quickly and eventually
settled to the same lukewarm temperature from which it had started.

"It is enough," said one of the aliens, and reached down again. Cody heard
another click, and the timbre of the machinery changed. Now the fluid was
being sucked out of his bladder, and the sensation of fullness gradually
faded. Cody felt vaguely disappointed, but didn't understand why.

When his bladder was emptied, the aliens seemed satisfied. "Your urinary
tract is now cleansed. We will now begin phase two." The alien raised his
hand, and the bonds surrounding Cody instantly retracted. "Please do not
attempt escape, child. There is literally nowhere to go. Now sit up." Cody
obeyed, and got a better look at the room which held him. The first thing
that caught his eye was that there was no floor--at least the table and the
aliens were not resting upon it. The aliens floated in midair, but moved as
if they were walking on hard surface. There was no sensation of
weightlessness, either. There was definitely gravity.

"How-- how is that possible?" Cody stammered.

"Possible?" echoed the alien.

"You aren't standing on the floor."

"Ah, yes. We have equipment that enables us to simulate gravity in extreme
localizations. Why walk on the floor if it is not necessary to do so?
Observe." The alien made an adjustment to the small wristwatch-like device
he was wearing beneath his robe, and he rose a foot or so above his
previous location. He tapped the controls again and sank to where he was
before. "Do not worry. You are safe and cannot fall. Now, please turn over
and lie on your stomach."

"Why? What are you going to do?"

"Please turn over and lie on your stomach, child," the alien repeated
patiently.

Cody obeyed. His cock, still semi-hard, pressed up against his stomach, and
he had enough presence of mind and teenage hormones to enjoy the
feeling. As soon as he was in position, the metal bands re-circled his
torso and extremities. "What's phase two?" he asked quietly.

"I will answer. Phase two is the cleansing of your rectum, colon, and lower
intestine. There is also a necessary stretching procedure."

"Stretching?"

The alien walked over so Cody could see him. There was a small metal
cylinder in the creature's hand. It held the device up so Cody could see it
was about six inches long and a half inch wide and the color of dull
gunmetal. Cody could see no machinery or controls on it. The alien waved
his hand over the device, and it began to hum. Then, its circumference
began to slowly expand, so it became an inch wide, then three inches, then
six, then nine. As it expanded, its walls became thin and latticed--held
together by wire so thin it was nearly invisible. "It does not look
particularly strong, does it?" asked the Alien. He held the device closer
to Cody "But if we placed seven molecules of this metal into the hull of
say, one of your military fighter planes, not even a tactical nuclear
strike would then so much as scratch it." The device now looked a bit like
a six-inch-tall ring cake mold, open on both top and bottom. Its sides were
completely transparent, but the tiny strands of wire were visible as the
light danced off them.

"You're going to put that inside me?" Cody squeaked.

"Yes. We designed the device with certain pain-relieving characteristics,
but you will still feel ... stretched. Then we will clean you. You will be
uncomfortable, but it is necessary. Now be still."

The alien moved out of Cody's sight. He closed his eyes and sighed
... again, it seemed as if his penis had forgotten he was about to be
hurt--it throbbed purposefully against his flat stomach, and he thought he
could feel it leaking a little. Cody tried to relax, but his heart pounded.

Cody's ass felt tremendously exposed. He could feel the aliens' smooth skin
begin to stroke him down there. Suddenly, unceremoniously, his asscheeks
were spread apart, and the small, cold cylinder was inserted into his
rectum. The buzzing in his head grew excited. So far, it didn't hurt. The
metal was cold, but it was heating up, and Cody could feel it slightly
pressing against his prostate--which he'd just found last night.

Then, he could feel the device vibrate. And it began to get bigger. And
bigger. At first, it felt good--the device pressed more into his prostate,
and his cock throbbed in response. But as the device passed three inches,
four in width ... Cody felt his muscles protest. They stretched to the very
limit of his endurance, and then beyond. He screamed. He felt as if someone
were driving a train through his lower body. He writhed, desperate for
escape, screaming. Screaming. He would do anything if the pain would stop.

Then, it did. A soothing, calming sensation flooded through his ass, as
though a boy with healing powers had touched his bottom with one magical,
glowing finger. Cody slowly came back to himself. He felt decidedly
strange. His ass felt ridiculously stretched, but the pain was minimal. And
he noticed his cock had not minded the pain at all--it was leaking more
than ever. Cody found himself wishing he could free it. He heard one of the
beasts in his head, "Fear not, boy child. Your organ will not be ignored."
Cody shivered at the thought of what these beasts had in mind for his
`organ.'

Now, he felt a new sensation--something else was going on down there. He
felt something rough, something bristly, like metal pubic hair. It began
rubbing against the brutally stretched walls of his anus and rectum ... and
then further up. Inside him, in his guts. The feeling was
indescribable. But there was not much pain, just a terrible feeling of
invasion. Soon another brush-thing joined the first. They finished far up
inside his colon, then increased their speed in his rectum and anus. One of
them kept running into his dislocated prostate gland, teasing it. It bumped
again, and again, bristly, hard, yet somehow gentle and yielding. Cody's
cock became harder, and harder. He began to move his body slightly in
response, though each movement jolted him and flooded his ass with
pain. Still, the pleasure was undeniable. His rhythm increased, and so did
the brush's.

Cody gasped ... he was cumming. His cock throbbed and pulsed, swelling with
boy juice, then spurting, spurting, spurting. He stopped breathing as he
squeezed his cock muscles involuntarily, and one more drop of cum was
released. Small tears came to Cody's eyes as he recovered. His breathing
resumed, and he realized that his ass no longer felt stretched. The aliens
had removed their device as he came. Obviously they were not finished, as
they did not move far from where he was, yet sensed movement of aliens and
large equipment. He still felt somewhat ... distended, he guessed, and he
wondered idly what was next. He wondered if he could take it, or whether
his young heart would simply burst at the pleasure and pain and pure
strangeness.

Suddenly the metal bands released themselves. He was free for the
moment. He rolled himself over. His lower belly was slick from his own cum,
quickly drying. One of the aliens, the one that had been speaking to him
while they were working on him, reached out his finger and slid it through
the Cody cum. He then raised his finger to his lips, and licked the cum
from his finger with a long greenish-gray tongue. Cody was somewhat
surprised by the tenderness of this gesture, and again felt his penis
respond.

As the alien tasted Cody's cum, a change came over him. His body vibrated
slightly, and his balck eyes changed color from black, to dark green, to
blazing white, and back to reflective black again. Slowly, he
recovered. "Pleasing, child. Some part of you has enjoyed our
procedures. Now, please lie back. There is one more preparation that must
be made. Ah, I think someone is about to join us."

"Uncle Beast?" Cody heard a buzzing that was more familiar than the others.

"Hello, Boy-child. It is pleasing to see your form again. I trust you have
not been harmed too badly?"

"I ... I'm okay. But it did hurt some."

"I understand. Please do not be concerned. You have not been permanently
damaged. Please lie back. I think you will find this next part of the
procedure agreeable."

"All right," Cody said, and obeyed. The metal bands once again encircled
him. "I'm thirsty," he said. Do you think I could have a glass of water?"

"Water?" echoed Uncle Beast. "Ah yes, the hydrogen oxygen compound. Yes,
this may be arranged." Uncle Beast stepped closer to Cody's head and leaned
over. His alien, gray, black-eyed, narrow face was scarcely six inches from
Cody's own. Cody could smell him ... he smelled like fresh grass, cut on a
summer's day. It was a sexy smell. "Open your mouth," said the
creature. Cody did so. Then he was sputtering, because a stream of cold,
clear water was jetting from Uncle Beast's mouth into his own. Surprised,
Cody got the idea and drank.

Uncle Beast closed his mouth and the stream of water stopped. "Is this
satisfactory?" He didn't wait for an answer. "We must now attach some
instruments to you. Please lie still."

Two other aliens came to surround Cody's head. Each was holding two leads
in his hand. The leads had tiny clamps--about a quarter inch long--attached
to them. One alien reached his hands toward Cody's mouth and attached one
clamp to the left top side of his braces, then the other clamp to the right
bottom. Cody could now not close his mouth entirely, but the sensation was
not entirely unpleasant.

The other beast then attached the other clamps to Cody's pink, dime sized
nipples. It pinched him and tickled at the same time--and Cody found it
quite sexy. He sighed and his penis again began to grow hard.

Without warning, there was a burst of static, and Cody's body thrummed
against his bonds. Current slammed into him from the leads, and then was
gone as suddenly as it had begun, he slumped, nearly unconscious. He barely
heard the angry buzzing of Uncle Beast in his head, but even now he knew it
was not directed at him. "Fool! You have attached the device in the
incorrect order! Another millisecond and the boy child would be
irrecoverable. This is the second time you have displeased me in the time
of two circlings. You are removed from this procedure. Return to your
quarters and remain there until I send for you." The other alien did not
speak, but was gone. Cody did not see how he left.

Cody slowly regained his senses. He looked down at himself. There was a
slight burning sensation at his nipples, but it wasn't serious. His teeth
hurt slightly. All in all, he seemed all right to himself. Then he caught
sight of his privates. His cock had shrunk at the indignity of the shock,
but that wasn't what caught his eye ... Cody's pubic hair. It was gone. He
was now smooth as a ten year old boy. Cody raised his eyebrows. Oh well, he
shrugged. He was sure it would grow back.

Uncle Beast came to his side. "We apologize, boy child. The error was
ours. Please lie still for one moment." Uncle beast removed his nipple
leads, and massaged Cody's nipples for a moment, soothing them.

"What will happen to the other alien?" asked Cody.

"Happen? I do not yet know. It may be that I will consume him and add his
strength to his own. It may be that I will ignore him, for that is the
greatest indignity. I must consider the matter. It is none of your
concern." Uncle Beast then gently reattached Cody's nipple leads. "Now," he
said, "please close your eyes, boy child."

Cody obeyed. As he did so his mind was flooded with images. There was
Lynx. His mother. An FA/18 Super Hornet speeding across the sky. Ethan,
from school, wearing his soccer kit. Ethan, naked. Ethan, naked with a hard
cock, close to Cody's face. Oh God ... Cody could feel Ethan's penis
sliding between his lips. He open his mouth to accommodate it. It slipped
in and Cody involuntarily began sucking it. He could taste Ethan, his clean
skin and musky scent. Cody slid his tongue up and down Ethan's piss slit
and into his foreskin--which was odd, because Cody knew Ethan was cut. Cody
wondered how that could be, but the sensation was so real. Ethan's cock
began pumping into Cody's mouth, fucking his mouth. Soon hot salty boycum
was filling up his mouth ... Ethan came and came and came, dribbling his
spunk into Cody's waiting mouth. It was too much, and some dribbled down
his chin. His own cock throbbed with desire. He opened his eyes ...  And
there was nothing there. The sensation was gone. Ethan was gone. His cum
was gone. It was never there. Cody was bitterly disappointed, but Uncle
Beast spoke up. "Be at ease, boy child. You have done well and will not be
unrewarded."

Uncle Beast then raised a long hypodermic needle in front of his face. The
needle's chamber was filled with an electric blue fluid. "I must now inject
your testicles with this, boy child. The pain should be minimal." He
lowered the needle to Cody's sac and slowly slid it in. Cody breathed in
slightly at the slight pinch. He'd never been injected in the testicles
before, and he rather liked the feeling. A coldness then spread through his
balls, then a heat. The blue fluid slowly emptied out of the hypodermic
chamber, and suddenly Cody's cock was hard--rock hard. Precum leaked from
his cockhead in a stream, pooling on his lower belly. His penis pointed up
at a slight angle from Cody's body, and he gasped. His cock felt like a
thrumming lightning rod, filled with energy and cum.

Uncle Beast then produced three small metal rings with what looked like
bolts or cotter pins attached to them--ring clamps. One of these he looped
around the base of Cody's balls, and slowly tightened. It hurt a little,
but Cody was too excited to care. One other ring clamp Uncle Beast attached
to the base of Cody's rock-hard penis, and the last to the shaft, just
below the head. Cody was in an ecstasy of torture--if anything else touched
his cock now, he felt that he would shoot a gallon of cum. Uncle Beast then
attached leads to each ring clamp. Cody couldn't see where they went.

Uncle Beast nodded to one of the other aliens. The other brought over a
transparent container and held it close to Cody's cock. "I am ready," said
the other alien.

"Close your eyes once again, boy child." Cody obeyed. As he did so, he saw
Ethan again. This time, Ethan was standing over his table, his face close
to Cody's cock. His small tongue reached out and touched the tip of Cody's
pre-cum soaked cockhead--Cody felt it. And then he came. Uncle Beast
reached down and began to wank Cody's cock. Instantly, Cody writhed upward
and spurted high in the air. Cody breathed hard, his heart hammering,
spurted a dozen times, but his cock did not soften. Now he could see Ethan
begin to take Cody's cock in his mouth and suckle. Again he came, shooting
in an orgasm of pure delight. Ethan didn't pull away, though--he appeared
to swallow every drop of Cody's load. And as Cody watched in a state of
total excitement, Ethan reached down and stroked his own penis, a look of
pure lust on his face as he sucked. That was enough to send Cody over the
edge again. He was in ecstasy ... a state of near-constant orgasm. His
heart rate went from his normal standing rate of 65 ... to 80 ... to 120
... to 150 ... and stayed there, hammering and hammering. Still he
came--once, three times, seven times more. Soon his cock began to get sore,
but Ethan did not stop. He sucked and sucked expertly, swirling his tongue
around Cody's cockhead, and Cody came again, but just a dribble this
time. Still Ethan licked and sucked, though Cody was getting sorer. A small
ooze of semen escaped him, but then there was no more. Ethan increased his
maddening rhythm. Through his pain, Cody felt another orgasm approach, no,
he thought, it will kill me. I can't take it ... and then he came. And
nothing came from his red, tortured cock. His gland felt like he'd stuck it
in a campfire. His foreskin felt stretched and abused. He writhed against
his bonds. "Stop! Please stop!" he screamed.

Then it was over. Cody opened his eyes and was bitterly disappointed to see
again that Ethan was no longer there. "Again, you have done well," said
Uncle Beast. The other alien turned away, and Cody could see through his
pain that the 2-quart looking transparent container was nearly full of his
own cum--but that was impossible. He couldn't have cum that much. "No,"
came Uncle Beast's buzzing. "Not impossible. That is the purpose of the
injection. We were testing its effect on your reproductive system.

"But you are in pain. We will help." Uncle Beast gestured. As he did so,
Cody noticed that Uncle Beast's robe looked different--oh God, did they
have cocks? It certainly looked like it from the tent in Uncle Beasts
robe. But he didn't confirm or deny Cody's thought this time.

Cody felt the bonds around his legs disappear. "Slide your feet up so your
heels touch your posterior," said Uncle Beast.

"My posterior?" Cody asked, puzzled.

"Your ..." Uncle Beast paused as if considering. "Your butt," he finally
said. Cody giggled despite his pain.

"Okay," he said. He slid his feet up, and saw that there was an enema bag
on a stand with a nozzle and a tube, just like he had at home, standing in
midair by the bed. Cody raised his eyebrows.

"We have come across many miles and many years, and yet have found no
better design for this device," said Uncle Beast. "However, the fluid we
use is ... different than you are used to."

"Is this going to hurt?" asked Cody, scared again. He felt like he couldn't
take much more.

"It should not. It may feel strange, and you may feel fuller than you are
used to. But you should not feel pain." Cody saw that two aliens were
filling the clear plastic enema bag with a bright green fluid. It looked
slick and thick, like motor oil, but glowed with an inner light. Cody
frowned.

"Do not be concerned, boy child," reassured Uncle Beast. "This is necessary
and should cause you little or no pain." With that, Uncle Beast inserted
the enema nozzle. His other hand he used to gently rub Cody's tummy,
soothing him. He then twisted a small valve, and the bright green fluid
began to run into Cody's body. It felt like it looked--cool, slick, heavy,
thick. But it was a pleasing sensation as the fluid went into his colon. He
began to feel that familiar fullness that he always got with an enema. But
he felt something else too ... the fluid felt like it was restoring Cody's
well being. His cock stopped hurting. His balls stopped throbbing. His
stretched ass felt better. Cody began to relax as Uncle Beast's hand rubbed
down his tummy and stroked his hard cock and balls, just touching and
soothing. The enema went on, and though Cody felt fuller than he ever had
from an enema, he still felt relaxed, until ... "Stop!" he said. "I have to
go."

"Yes, go. We know. Please wait twenty-two-point-three of your seconds." As
Uncle Beast spoke, he closed the valve, mercifully stopping the flow, and
removed the nozzle from Cody's anus. As he did so, Cody felt his table
move. It floated up and rotated so Cody was now lying up, as it were, his
butt pointing toward the floor. As he looked, a small rotation began in the
air below the table, directly below Cody's ass. It looked like a hurricane
seen from a satellite. It grew to the size of a dining room table, dark and
bright and swirling, and seemed to suck the light out of the room. But
Cody's table did not move and the aliens seemed unconcerned. Astonished,
Cody realized he was seeing a black hole form below him--a black hole
designed especially to accept his waste. The idea struck him as funny and
horrifying at the same time.

"Do you require coaxing, boy child?" came Uncle Beast's voice in his
head. "You indicated your need to `go.'"

"Uh, yeah," said Cody. He closed his eyes and bore down, and everything
came out of him in a rush. He sighed in relief, and opened his eyes just in
time to see the black hole shrink to the size of a quarter, a dime, a
speck, and finally wink out. Cody's table rotated again to its previous
position.

All Cody's bonds now disappeared. Freed, he sat up and regarded Uncle
Beast. No other aliens appeared to be in the room.

"I must show you something and then inquire of you." said Uncle Beast.

"Okay ..." said Cody slowly.

Uncle Beast removed his robe and let it drop--it hung in midair at the
creature's feet. Beneath it, he was bare. His gray, sallow skin stretched
tight and smooth over a spare, gaunt, tall frame. Cody could count the
alien's small ribs along his long torso, 12, 14, 20. His shoulders each had
a small point jutting out from the side, and his long arms were thin and
wispy. Yet the alien exuded an aura of strength and authority, even when
naked. He looked as if he could lift a car with one hand and throw it a
mile, and Cody somehow had no doubt Uncle Beast could do it.

Uncle Beast's buzz confirmed Cody's thought.

But that wasn't the most remarkable thing about Uncle Beast's naked
body. The most remarkable thing was that he had--Cody supposed it was a
penis--and he was obviously aroused. His member was about eight inches long
and thick, nearly square in appearance. It had what looked like ridges or
gills on either side. But that wasn't what Cody's eyes were drawn to ... it
was the head. The head of Uncle Beast's cock looked like a beating
heart. It was red and pulsing, throbbing in and out of the shaft. It came
out, went back into the shaft, came out again. Cody was mesmerized. He
could imagine what that would feel like inside him. A small drizzle of
orange oozed out of Uncle Beast's cock, and Cody wondered if that was the
color of his cum.

"I must now inquire. Will you accept me willingly? Obviously, I can take
you if I wish, but I would rather have your acceptance."

"Accept ... you? You mean, your cock? In my ass?"

"Yes, that is what I mean."

Cody licked his lips, and his own cock began to grow. He was about to have
sex with an alien. But after the strangeness of the past few hours, he
supposed he shouldn't be surprised.

"Yes," said Cody, "I will accept you."

With that, the alien came to Cody and turned him around on the table. He
lifted him til he was on his hands and knees and positioned the boy until
his alien cock pressed against the boy's rosebud. Slowly, he pressed his
pulsing head into Cody's anus. Cody felt the penetration and relaxed
completely, letting the muscles go slack. All the stretching, cleaning, and
restoring had their effect--Uncle Beast's cock slowly slid in, burying
itself easily up to the hilt in Cody's no-longer virgin ass. Cody heard the
creature grunt in satisfaction.  "Boy child ..." buzzed the beast. "Cody
..."

Cody had never heard the creature use his name before, and he arched his
back and began moving his ass against the alien in response. "Uncle Beast,
Uncle Beast," he said. The alien began to move faster, slamming his huge
cock into Cody's ass. Cody could feel the pulsing head moving independently
with each stroke--it was like being fucked within being fucked, and that
beating head seemed to find Cody's sensitive prostate with each stroke.

Uncle Beast began to grunt in rhythm, faster and faster. Cody moved with
him, and then Cody came, spurting his boy seed onto the table below him,
gasping in reaction as he was fucked with abandon. Suddenly, Uncle Beast
stopped. "Ah! Cody! Boy!" he nearly screamed inside Cody's head, and Cody
felt a huge rush of cum filling his ass, washing into him. He cried out in
surprise. It felt like the alien had cum nearly as much as the enema had
filled him, and he could feel the strange fluid seeping from his ass.

Then, it was over. Uncle Beast pulled out from him, and Cody slumped over,
spent. As he looked down, he saw bright orange alien cum seeping from his
sore ass. He reached a finger down and picked some up. It looked like
regular cum, and he put some in his mouth ... Yum. He ate some more. He
couldn't quite place the taste, but it was like outdoors and trees and
fruit and friends and love. Cody became very sleepy. He looked up, and
there was Uncle Beast, once again dressed in his robe, looking down at
him. "Soon you will rest, Cody-boychild. Yet one thing more must I show
you. Behold." The alien swept his arm to the side, and there was a screen
there in mid air. As Cody watched, it flickered to life. He saw Ethan, once
again. Ethan was naked in his bedroom. His cock was hard, and he was
wanking, arching his back and gasping. Cody could even hear sounds coming
from the room--he could hear Ethan's voice. "Cody," he was saying. "Oh
Cody, god you're so hot. I want you so bad. Please be my boyfriend."
Ethan's rhythm increased until he was dribbling what looked like a huge
amount of hot wet boycum out of his cock and into his black pubic hair.

Cody looked at Uncle Beast, a silent question on his sleepy face. "Yes,
Cody, the image you see is real. Ethan cares for you deeply. He feels the
same about you as you do about him. He has been too apprehensive to
approach you, however. Perhaps you can aid him."

 "But that is enough, my Cody-boychild," said Uncle Beast. "Sleep. You are
marked with us. You will be privileged in this world. You will lead
others. Your words will be followed. Your deeds will be recorded. And even
your friends will be legendary. Sleep, Cody, your life is changed
forever. Sleep." Cody tried to keep his eyes open, but eventually he
succumbed.

And slept.

				   * * *

Cody woke up in his own bed, naked. He stretched luxuriously; he felt
wonderful, refreshed. Man, what a dream that had been! So detailed ... so
weird. Maybe he'd eaten too much stew the night before. Oh well. He did
feel really good. And he thought that he would call Ethan this morning and
invite him over, though he wasn't precisely sure he knew why that was such
a fantastic idea. But he knew it was.

Cody got up to go the bathroom and caught sight of himself in the
mirror. And stopped dead, staring at his crotch, and knew it was no dream.

All his pubic hair was gone.

THE END