Date: Wed, 10 Nov 1999 01:01:30 -0500
From: water_werks@angelfire.com
Subject: Alien Wet Bar 3

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 Alien Wet Bar 3
 Warning:  Water sports, urination theme, sci-fi, the usual violence
 Feedback to: water_werks@Angelfire.com
 Sequel: Please read Alien Wet Bar 1 and 2, or none of this will make a
lick of sense. 
 Thanks: To all the folks who wrote and asked for more, sorry it took so
long. And to those of you who asked, yes, thank you, I am feeling better.


 *continued from part two*


 I buried my face in the fur and hung on tightly, but my patron had other
ideas. He plucked me from his chest and handed me quickly to the barkeeper,
who caught me easily and marched with me into the cold room. I landed on my
feet as he dumped me, but before I got two steps in, I stopped and stood in
shock. Across the room was Mal, draped along the stone bench on his
stomach, getting his ass throughly plowed by a guy with a dick at least ten
inches long. I watched in frozen fascination as the long member oozed out
from between Mal's well rounded cheeks, only to disappear as it was slowly
shoved to the hilt back in again.

"M-Mal? What the fuck...?"

 Mal looked over. "Oh hey kid, take notes. You're next."

 I was so dumbfounded, I stopped breathing. I looked about the dim, cold
room, but the others were not really paying much attention to what was
going on on the bench. Smiley, my pale, elfin friend came over and wound
his arm around my waist, grinning like a madman and waving a hand at Mal
and his impaler.

 "Mal get much salt-stuff. Very good for you."

 I blinked stupidly at him, then let him lead me to the fountain. I sat
heavily down onto the bench and stared at my fellow pilot being screwed.
Mal was smart though; he didn't say anything for a while, letting me
process this new twist to life in this hell hole.

 The man behind Mal was big, much taller than Mal and a good sixty pounds
heavier. He had dark hair and defined muscles which slid under his skin as
he worked his cock in and out of Mal's ass. Now....I was not ignorant of
stuff that went on in the locker cabinets in the star ports. Hell, I myself
had let one well known cock sucker blow me a few times. But I had never
wanted to do ass sex, and I sure never considered letting anyone do me!
The brute behind Mal was pulling his massive cock almost all the way out,
then gently gliding it back in, making Mal groan. I couldn't help myself; I
said the first thing that came to my mind.

 "Mal, you're fucking crazy."

 Mal gave short, barking laugh, which made the larger mans eyes shutter and
his hips buck in pleasure. Mal twisted to look over his shoulder,
chuckling.

 "See Phil, your nickname really *is* Crazy."

 The big guy opened his eyes and grinned. "Yeah, and I sure like fucking
you." Mal and Phil shared a laugh. I rocketed off the bench, or at least I
tried to. With a sweep of his arm, Mal had nabbed me across my hips and sat
me back on the cold bench. I grabbed his shoulders, trying to shove him
away, but he held onto me. "Mal...look. Whatever you do is fine, okay? I
didn't know you were gay but I sure as hell am not about to..."

 Mal let go of my waist long enough to slap my thigh, right over my
"label." I yelped in pain and swung a punch at him, but in such close
quarters all I did was whap the side of his head. With a growl, he surged
up off the bench and lay on top of me, his considerable bulk squashing the
air out of me and causing the hard stone to dig into my bones. He trapped
my arms against my body and shoved his face into mine, his eyes glaring
deadly.

 "Jake! Listen to me! First off, I'm not "gay." I don't particularly think
of this as my career.....although Phil is one of the better dickheads that
come in here." I looked past Mal's shoulder at Phil, who was busy trying to
work his cock back into Mal's ass, even as he sprawled on top of me. I
wanted to run, but under all that muscled weight, I could only manage a
wriggle. "I do this because I *have* to. And you'll need to do this
too. Soon."  Wide eyed, I shook my head no, happy that I could at least
move that part of my body.  "Jake...*listen* to me. You need the salt. I
need the salt. With all the damn liquid they pump us with, we lose a
lot. And you can't survive without it Jake. You can't."  I knew what he
said was true, any space jockey did. But I had problems with how he was
going about getting it!

 "Wh...where? Not...hafta...do this." I could barely draw enough breath to
speak, so Mal shifted his weight off of me, but he didn't let me go. I
wanted to run, but Mal had never steered me wrong before, so I figured I
owed him enough to at least let him explain himself.

 "Jake, the Jourgh don't know a lot about human anatomy because they don't
have to. But one thing they did pick up is that we last a hell of a lot
longer if they feed us and give us some salt. But they don't give us a
great deal of it, cause then we don't piss as much. So they hand it out
sparingly. You get it?"

 I nodded and Mal relaxed his grip somewhat. I understood what he was
saying; human bodies did not function well when the blood ran thin. I'd
seen a fellow pilot who had been stranded in a shuttle for weeks with
nothing to keep him alive but a soggy vegetable paste and water. By the
time they rescued him, his electrolytes were so screwed up, he was
delusional. I never knew what happened to the poor guy after that. Mal saw
understanding dawning in my eyes, and let me lose enough to wiggle out from
under him. I skooted down the bench until I ran into Smiley, who seemed
relieved that Mal was not going to hurt me as he gently stroked my arm. Mal
dropped his head onto his arms and hissed, pushing his hips back and
forcing Phil's cock deeper into him. Phil pumped a few times, causing Mal
to groan.

 "But, Mal....why do...this?" I said, gesturing at Phil.

 I wasn't sure he was even going to answer me, he seemed content to let
Phil fuck him roughly until finally he looked up and sighed. "The...the
Jourgh give out tablets every few days. The biggest guys get them and hoard
them like the shit-eating bastards they are. Ahhhhh!" Phil rammed his huge
phallus into Mal as punishment for the comment, but I could tell by Mal's
wicked smile it was worth it. I nodded again. In a place such as this with
no order, the stuff of life went to the strongest. Apparently, Phil had
some salt that Mal needed and Phil wanted to get his rocks off. Mal was
selling his ass to keep himself from winding up a drooling mush brain.
Still, by the sounds of Mal's moans, he seemed to be enjoying it. I saw
again the size of Phil's cock and surpressed a shudder. No wonder Mal's
teeth rattled every time Phil rammed him.

 "Does it.....hurt?"

 "Shit yeah...but good, ya know? Only at first. And you gotta wanna do this
kid, you gotta be good and stretched."

 Phil finally tore his eyes from Mal's backside and leered at me. "I'll
give you twenty caps for your cherry." I had no idea what Phil was talking
about, but I heard Mal gasp. "And I'll even help you hang onto 'em as long
as I'm here." Mal looked at me as if I had been handed the key to a
starcruiser.

  "Jake....he means he'll give you twenty salt tablets if you let him fuck
you."

 For the first time since I had awakened in this hell hole, I felt as if
the Jourgh were the least of my problems. I began shaking my head again,
and was well on my way to the other side of the room when Mal called out to
me. "If you don't think it's worth it, ask that guy shaking in the corner."

 I hugged myself tightly and peered into the shadows. Sure enough, some
skinny guy was balled up in a corner, practically convulsing. He was
moaning and drooling and lying in a puddle of his own waste. The Jourghs
would be putting him out of his misery the next time they swept through the
cold room. I turned on my heel and stood watching Mal and Phil, biting my
lip. How long could I last before I wound up like the guy in the corner?
Was it worth it? Phil changed his angle and Mal groaned and thrust his ass
back, a smile on his face. Phil started to ram his cock between Mal's
asscheeks, causing Mal to writhe and moan his name, while Phil gripped his
hips and slammed him repeatedly onto his pole. I was transfixed by that
slick cock oozing out of Mal's ass, only to slide in again, accompanied by
wet skin sounds. At one point, Phil lost his position and slipped out. Mal
frantically reached behind himself to help guide Phil back in again,
sighing contentedly when Phil settled into a pistoning rhythm. Mal's balls
swung freely between his legs, his cock dribbling all over the stone bench.
I had to admit, this display had enough raw animalism that I started to get
hard. I made my way slowly to the fountain and scooped up a few handfuls of
water. Was I strong enough to do this? Obviously Mal thought it was
important, and it sure looked like he was having fun. What the hell....I
had already drunk some guys piss, right? And I'd get some precious salt in
the process. I sat down by Mal and nodded at him.

 "You sure kid? It's not bad at all, if you don't fight it."

 "Just do it, before I change my mind."

 Mal twisted around to Phil. "We do this on one condition. I open him up
for you. Then you can have him, but you go slow." I have to admit I was
relieved at hearing him say that, I was trusting Mal to make this not
hurt. Phil nodded and winked at me. My stomach gave a nervous roll as Mal
swung my left leg over the bench so that I was straddling it facing him. He
rose onto his knees and gently pushed me down onto my back, stroking my
thighs and murmering softly. I felt his warm hands skate over my ass and
then he took my softening cock into his mouth. A few expert tongue swirls
and I knew Mal had traded more than just his ass for salt. He gave great
head. Once he had me pretty stoked, he reached down to a container on the
floor and I felt something cool and slick on his fingers, which were
brushing under my balls and spreading my cheeks apart. I panted hard. He
was going to be sticking his finger inside me any moment. I tried to relax,
telling myself this was just like any rectal exam I had ever had. Except
that this was some alien planet. And that was Mal's finger sliding over my
pucker as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders and kissed my inner thigh
with a gentleness I wouldn't have thought he possessed. And unlike any
rectal exam...I now wanted this!

  I figured since I was this far gone, I might as well fire all my
thrusters. I grabbed my knees and spread my legs wide for Mal,
concentrating on the wanton feeling it gave me. I heard Phil say "Oh
yeeeeah..." in an awed whisper. I cracked open an eye and saw him behind
Mal, watching me. Mal kissed my nuts and pushed a finger into me until I
grunted. He pulled it out again and I felt my hole close up, trying to keep
invaders at bay. I giggled, giving into nerves, picturing my asshole as a
sentry to my personal domain. But the invader was stronger, and I tried to
relax and open myself more as Mal slipped his finger in again, pushing
further. It felt so big, how was I ever going to fit Phil in? I squeezed my
muscles, and Mal hissed.

 "Damn kid. You're going to be good at this." Mal seemed to be as
fascinated by all this as Phil was. He had worked his entire finger up into
my ass, and was gently pulling it halfway out and slipping it back in
again. It was making me horny, just knowing he was fingering me. I began to
be hypnotized by the smooth in and out feeling it was giving me. I have no
idea how long Mal kept this up, but I moaned when he pulled his finger all
the way out.

 "Shhhh, it's okay kid. I just gotta slick up another finger here for
ya. You'll like this. Easy now, just in and out, just like before. Damn,
your ass is sweet Jake. I swear, I'm gonna kiss you all over when Phil here
is done with you." I listened to Mal speaking soft encouragements to me as
he worked another digit into my hole. I bit my lip and bore down, trying to
hurry so I could feel that smooth motion again. Mal wouldn't let me rush,
but soon I had both his fingers deep inside me and he was sliding them out
and shoving them back in again. I heard him say to Phil I was practically
sucking them up into my body and Phil reached around and pinched one of my
nipples. I groaned loud, arching off the bench while Mal and Phil
chuckled. I didn't care. My cock was bobbing against my stomach, dribbling
pre-cum which Smiley was darting in and licking off my skin. I didn't know
if his kind even needed salt, but he seemed to want to join in somehow.

 "Shit kid, you really like this don't you? You like Mal's fingers up your
ass?"

 "Y-yes...oh...Mal...damn.." I was panting hard, my legs in the air as Mal
added a thumb and started stretching me in earnest. One finger brushed my
prostate and I howled, nearly leaping off the bench in ecstacy.

 "Finally found his ass button." Phil chuckled and bent down to take my
nipple into his mouth. The contrast of his hot, wet mouth on my skin almost
made me shoot right there, but Smiley chose that moment to latch onto my
other nipple and the thought of his needle teeth sinking into me made me
flinch and move him away.

 "Sorry Smiley, but..."

 At that moment, the door to the bar opened and the bartender shuffled in,
sweeping aside several guys who had been gathering at the door, hoping to
be chosen so they could finally piss. The Jourgh swiveled his massive head
about, as if he were looking for something. Mal pulled his fingers out of
me, just as the Jourgh spotted us on the bench. With a speed that did not
seem possible for his size, the bartender had reached our group and was
picking me up. I looked questioningly at Mal, who shrugged and gave me a
thumbs up sign. Before the doors closed, I saw Phil grab Mal from behind
and start plowing into him with his rock hard cock. Apparently watching him
finger fuck me had made Phil so nuts he couldn't wait for me to get back. I
hoped to hell Mal was going to share his salt with me! Smiley just flashed
his mouth full of needles and waved.

 The bartender swung me up into one of the metal seats that lined the bar,
but the Jourgh in front of me was not "Bob," the Jourgh who "owned" me. I
could tell because his fur was slightly darker and was missing that reddish
V shape on the chest. I was worried until I spotted Bob, who stood to the
right, and was talking to the darker furred Jourgh in the snuffling,
squealing language they shared. Apparently, Bob wanted to share his new
"vessel" with his buddy. I normally would have been fine with this idea,
except I had the mother of all boners right now swaying in front of this
new alien's face! He looked at me with fathomless eyes and caught my
phallus in one large paw, bringing in line with the tiny mouth under those
eyes. Before I could catch my breath, my dick had been plunged into a hot,
wet-silk tunnel and I went straight out of my mind.

 I planted my feet on his shoulders and arched my back, shoving my cock
into his mouth until my balls were pressed against his lips. No human pussy
ever felt like this! It was hot...so soft and wet. I threw my head back and
gulped air as I felt slick warmth squeeze the length of my cock. The
Jourgh's vestigial tongue prodded my sensitive cock head, thumbing it's way
into my piss slit, pushing me over the edge. I grabbed it's huge hairy
head, and ramming myself deep, I came. I shot again and again, feeling the
tiny tongue becoming slick with my cum and those heavenly walls stroking
me. I must have screamed because my throat was raw, but I barely noticed as
I came down from my release. It was then all hell broke loose.

 I hadn't really thought about it, but I'm guessing the last thing Bob's
friend was expecting to get in a piss bar was a throat full of human
semen. Instead of the sweet, watery unrine Jourgh's were so fond of, he got
thick, salty cum, and he was very upset about it. He let out a high pitched
roar, and grabbed me out of the seat like I was a doll. Holding me aloft,
he flung me down towards the ground, which I hit at an awkward angle. I
felt something in my arm give way, in that way you just know is wrong, and
fire burned up my arm and into my shoulder. I screeched in agony, and
curled into a ball, trying to protect my head. This turned out to be a good
idea because Bob chose that moment to start beating the crap out of his
friend. The two huge aliens jostled, and I forced myself to try and slink
away or I was going to be crushed in another bar fight. One of the other
patrons had the sense to pick me up and hand me over the bar to the
bartender, who was squealing and yelling at the two fighting Jourghs.

 I passed out as soon as I was in the bartender's arms, but I came to in
time to see Bob kick his friend's sorry ass out of the bar. Apparently
Jourgh's were pretty possesive about their stuff. The pain in my arm was
excruciating, and I recognized the chill and dreamy state as I began to
slip into shock. The bartender handed me to Bob, who tried to quiet my
renewed screams of agony. Bob snuffled quietly into my hair, and I realized
that this was probably it for me, Jourgh's probably didn't keep broken
vessels. The bartender handed Bob a blanket, which I was grateful for; I
was so very, very cold now. I thought of Mal and Smiley, and wished them
well. I wondered morbidly if Bob would kill me, or if the bartender would
just throw me in the garbage to die. I heard the bartender speaking rapidly
to Bob, and then Bob carried me out of the bar, where I promptly passed out
again.

 I regained conciousness briefly, and could only describe my surroundings
as some sort of public transportation. Bob held me close to himself, which
was keeping me warm, but my shoulder was a blaze of pain and my head was
swimming. The flashing lights and rocking motion of the ship we were on
only caused me to want to throw up, which I did. Thankfully, Bob was fast
enough to move my head off of his lap to avoid wearing what little I
brought up. My head lolled in Bob's arms and I drifted in and out.

 I came fully awake when I was removed from that fuzzy cocoon of warmth,
and laid out on a cold metal table. Another Jourgh was looking over my arm
and snuffling to itself. With a movement too strong and too rapid for me to
anticipate, it had pulled my arm out and back into alignment. My screams
echoed around the room, and Bob patted and stroked me to try and keep me
still. I was forced to drink a warm substance, and I concentrated on
keeping that down while the other Jourgh rummaged thru a worn metal box on
the table. He took out a thick black wire and started towards me. I clung
to Bob with my good arm, shaking uncontrollably. The other Jourgh gingerly
took my arm and wound the wire around it, looping it several times. While
it was flexible when he was working with it, it hardned fairly quickly and
provided support for my damaged limb while keeping it immobile. Whatever
they gave me to drink was having a bonus effect as well; the pain in my arm
was lessening to tolerable levels.

 After much snuffling exchanged betweens the two Jourghs, Bob scooped me up
and we headed back to the public transportation. I was awake this time, and
watched wide eyed from the safety of my patron's arms. It was entirely
underground shuttle-tubes, and Jourghs of all shades of brown bustled their
bulk into the small cars. Once we got on, Bob sat down on a wide bench and
cradled me, trying to keep me warm without damaging my arm again. I looked
up into his eyes and tentatively stroked his furry cheek with my good hand
while he blew puffs of air into my hair. It was the most intimate moment I
had ever had with my alien captor, and he seemed pleased. I hated to break
the moment just then, but I had a more pressing matter to think about. The
car started moving jerkily, and I realized it had been a while since I had
pissed, and I had to go!

 I tried patting my cock and then his mouth, but Bob didn't seem to
understand. I squeezed my cock and made "gotta go" faces which would have
been understood by my own species, but was lost on him. I pantomimed a
spray from my dick to his tiny mouth hole, and he finally got the idea. He
lifted me up effortlessly till I was standing on his thighs, my dick
swinging near his mouth, while he grabbed my asscheeks to steady me. The
movement of the car almost toppled me a number of times, which I
desperately wanted to avoid. I guided my cock into Bob's mouth with my good
hand, and looked around. I noticed the other Jourghs watching this whole
display, and I wondered what they were thinking. Were they disgusted? Did
they envy Bob his piss vessel? Their expressions never changed, so I had no
idea what they were thinking.

 Screw the others, Bob wanted me to piss in his mouth, and he gently
squeezed my cheeks to encourage me. I popped my dick into his moist mouth
and relaxed as his lips sealed around me. My stream started, and a sensual
warmth spread through me. After all I had been through, relieving myself
into him was wonderful. I was pissing and pissing, and he was stroking me
with that slippery tongue organ, working his throat muscles and allowing my
piss to swell around my own cock before he swallowed it. I turned my head
to the side and stared back at the other Jourghs as I pissed, and laughed
to myself. I loved the feeling this gave me! I could piss right in public,
and no one said a word. I moaned as my stream slowed and Bob began working
his throat muscles to milk every last drop from me. I threw my head back
and sighed. I wish I had had more to give him, it had felt so good. Bob
gently lay me into his lap and made a high pitched squeak. I felt sleepy,
so I let the warmth and movement of the car soothe my thoughts. I could
tell we were on this craft much longer this time, which lead me to believe
we were not returning to the bar. I tried not to worry about where Bob was
taking me, or if I was ever going to see Mal or Smiley again.

 
 **Where's Jake going to wind up? Is this the last he will see of Mal?
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