Milk the Melk

By Andy Mann

Published on Sep 4, 2019

Gay

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction. All names, places and descriptions are purely fictional, and are not based on any real person, living or dead. Please leave now if you are underage, or dislike vivid descriptions of sexual activity between aliens and human beings.

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Gay / sf-fantasy: anal, oral, M+/a+


Milk The Melk - Part 2

It began to rain, so Caleb decided to call it a day. He was getting too old for this cat and mouse game.

"Fucking melks," he said to himself. "They're nothing but trouble."

He told A7 to go in and secure Zeb's ship. A4 and A5 were ordered to secure the perimeter. The A-droids were old, but still reliable bipeds. The new hover droids were rubbish, and never worked properly. Their software was always being updated, so they were off-line on a regular basis.

Zeb's ship and the three arseholes would easily pay for his time, and add to his retirement fund. However, the thought of losing Zeb, a good friend, made him angry.

"The stupid git," he said to himself. "Rule number one! Don't tame more than one melk at a time. Rule number two! Always keep melks in their pods. Melks on the loose, on a ship, is just asking for trouble. The silly fucker liked little boys, and melks do look like little pre-teens. And yes, they're blue. But in space you do get lonely.

"Why didn't Zeb buy a couple of droid-boys, the pre-teen ones? You can fuck 'em like the real thing. They suck cock like the real thing. They're nice and warm, and cuddle up real fine at night. And, they won't cut your throat and drink your blood, unless the software is on the blink."

Teel had seen Caleb's ship land, so he was keeping well away from the area. He knew the hunter would send out a pack of D-droids. The quadrupedal droids usually ran down a melk, and captured him for milking, within an hour of detection. The melk would be stunned and handed over to an A-droid for extraction. Teel hoped the pack would zero in on a hapless melk and miss his troupe completely.

Caleb's plan was to commit Zeb's droids to a diversionary chase, while his droids did a covert search of the far hills. His tracking experience had enabled the whizz-kids to finesse his droids' software, so they were now as skilful as he was in the field.

The cat and mouse game continued for a week. During this time, Caleb and A7 flew the ships to Pell-Blee. The three arseholes were sold as a job lot. They were snapped up within minutes - no one could resist the sight of three bare bottoms, bent over in a row. Zeb's ship took far longer to shift. Potential buyers were unimpressed with Caleb salvage story. No one wanted Zeb coming after them if he was still alive.

Caleb and A7 flew back as the week ended. The droids had bagged three melks, but Teel's troupe was still evading captured.

"They're not in the area," said Caleb to A7. "Or maybe they're waiting close by, hoping to jump me. Zeb's stun guns have all gone missing, so we must stay vigilant at all times."

"Melks don't do that," said A7, in his Richard Burton voice. "They run away. They always run away."

"Not this lot," said Caleb. "Zeb must have shown them how weak he was without his chems, droids and guns. The silly old fool must have let his guard down. He should have bought a droid-boy or two. Melks are for fucking and milking. There's no love in them for humans, unless they're eating 'em."

"We found no sigh of Zeb," said A7. "They must have..."

"Yes, yes," interrupted Caleb. "I don't need that image in my head. Let's just concentrate on nabbing the little fuckers."

With Caleb in the field, the hunt went a lot better. It took another week, but Teel was now on his own. His two dead companions were decorating the outside of the ship, with long poles up their arses. They were beginning to smell, but A7 couldn't persuade Caleb to burn them.

"Let them rot!" snapped Caleb. "And let the birds have their hypno-eyes."

"Their eyes went on the first day, sir," said A7, in his Peter Lorre voice. "Those crow-like birds seemed to really enjoy them."

"One more to go," said Caleb. "Then you can burn 'em."

Teel had two packs of D-droids on his trail. The troupe had tried to jump the hunter at the lake, but A4 and A5 had ambushed them with ease. The droids had taken out Teel's companions with stun guns, and Teel nearly got caught by Zeb's A5 droid. Caleb cursed the droid when its stun gun failed to fire.

"Fucking junk," he snarled, as he pushed the droid into the lake. "Get those nuts and bolts after him, A7. Don't let him get away. He's dropped his gun, so he can't fight back."

As sparks lit up an imminent demise, the droid in the lake began to sink. A-droids were meant to be waterproof, but this one was clearly not.

"Keep at it!" snapped Caleb. "We were that fucking close."

The "nuts and bolts" - Caleb's pet name for the D-droids - were in hot pursuit. Teel was running for his life, and the lead droid was only yards behind him. He jumped a fast-flowing stream and heard the lead droid falter. The pile-up that followed was catastrophic, and gave Teel the perfect opportunity to put some distance between himself and the mangled pile of droids.

He now wished he hadn't eaten old Zeb. He liked being fucked by the man's hard-standing cock, and he really liked being milked in a restraint pod. Old Zeb had let him suck and fuck other melks, so he was never short of a hard cock to play with. It must have been that Deacon man, and the chems he was handing out. The three humans had brought loads of chems with them. Most were for their own use, but some were wonder-chems. These chems were designed to keep melks compliant at all times.

The three humans liked hurting Teel, mainly with electric probes and whips. The yellow pills kept him bending over for their pleasure on a daily basis. Zeb was too busy with a new melk, so he left the men to it. The three tame melks were given the wrong pills one day, and that's when the revolt occurred.

Teel became deranged. He decided to turn the tables on Zeb and the three paying guests. Each human was jumped by the three melks and tied up real tight. Zeb, being the first to be tortured, caught the full force of their chem-fuelled rage. He lasted almost a day, and was gobbled up by midnight.

With the chems waning, the three naked guests were only sexually tortured by their captors. Each guest was hunted for a full day. The melks would routinely chase down their prey and whip his bare arse. The hapless human would then be forced to pull a heavy metal box around the ship, by means of a rope tied to his cock and ball-sac. Whipped and anally probed at every turn, the human would welcome a rest in a restraint pod, being milked continuously.

Before Caleb's ship arrived, Deacon was hunted down twice. The soles of his feet were lashed with leather whenever he was brought down during the second hunt. He was also laid down, on his back, and had his midsection raised up - a rope tied to the ceiling and around his cock and ball-sac kept him securely in place.


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