Slaves of Antares Chapter four: The Guts of the Matter Evan Andrews ©2024
This set of stories is not a fan fiction, although it is high 1950s inspired space opera. (So forgive any really dated terminology.) As always, though, I had a cast of faces in mind for the characters, a list of whom follows the story. Your imagination may differ, which is cool.
This story should not be considered a true representation of the sexuality of any of the men in real life.
The story depicts males in pulp sci-fi sexual situations with aliens and other human males. If this offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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As the drained and violated UP fleet men slumped back in their bondage, the previously unaccounted for portion of the crew (naked and also fit with brainwashing implants) processed into the chamber of horrors.
These final brainwashed slaves each carried a clear sack filled with a white viscous liquid—their food as it turned out. Vargas and Galt gently forced Bolt's jaws apart, and crewman Fosters forced a spigot into his captain's mouth.
"Swallow," Fosters said as he squeezed the sack and filled Bolt's mouth with a semi-liquid paste.
Vargas took the initiative when Bolt made to resist the alien slave feed, and he stroked the captain's muscular throat, encouraging the natural reaction. In short order, Bolt had swallowed, and Fosters shot him a second mouthful.
"Swallow," Galt said. "You'll need the nutrition and the hydration."
Up and down the two lines of captives, restrained men gave up and, as Bolt did, began to accept the offered liquid diet.
"So, you can speak now?" Bolt demanded when the sack was empty, and his three attendants smiled and nodded. "Why didn't you talk earlier?" Bolt demanded of Vargas.
"My mouth had something else to do," the ensign said bluntly.
"But you can talk now. What if I gave you and order to release me?"
"We would not obey," Fosters said.
"It would interfere with the progress of the project," Galt added.
"Project?! What project?"
"The planetary reconfiguration of the surface of Antares 5 prior to colonization," Vargas said.
"Tovey, you getting this?"
"Yes, captain. How do the aliens expect only ten of us terraform an entire planet?" Tovey demanded of his attendants.
The Chief shot the sciences officer a smile, "One bit at a time. Just one little bit at a time."
The alien slaves turned to leave, and Bolt shouted, "And what are we supposed to do now?!"
"Rest," Joshua, his XO, said. "We'll be back to minister to your bodies later."
The lights dimmed to standby, and Bolt was never later able to tell what disturbed him more: the idea of naked men ministering to his naked body (sexually obviously) or the implication that his recent skullfucking might just be the first of many.
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"Well, Captain," Coulter said from the semi-dark, "Do you think they mean for us to sit here and sing Kumbaya or Ten Chartreuse Buzzards or what?"
"Zip it, mister," Tan growled at the ship's class clown.
Usually when Tan told a man to zip it, he did. In this case, though, Coulter figured that he was safe enough from discipline.
"Captain?" the crewman said, pressing.
"Mister Tan has a point, Coulter," Bolt said. "The situation is too serious for levity. But Jerome, I think if we take this situation too deadly seriously we might just overlook a possible course of action. And maybe of escape. So, men, what do we have? What do we know?"
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As the captured saucer crew compared notes, they agreed that they knew little and had access to less. Short of Duck Dodgers bursting in, they were in the soup well and good. The restraints proved too strong to be forced. Not the brute strength of the biggest crewmen, Swede and Rush, nor Tan's contortionist tricks worked against them. And they were naked behind enemy lines (sort of).
Bones gave his medical opinion that the tentacle face-rape had not damaged any of them physically (though mentally and emotionally was another question).
"So, why the blowjobs?" Garcia asked.
"They needed our body chemistry to reach a certain biochemical state before they went on with the tentacle part of the procedure," Tovey said. "And they needed it maintained throughout, but that's just an educated guess."
"And here I thought King was just sweet on me," Coulter joked.
"With you? Hardly," Tovey fired back. "That golden mesh embedded in their skulls must be part of an alien enslavement device. Those weren't our friends and crewmates giving us a good time. They were just drones. Getting us off was just part of their orders."
(Bones was not quite as convinced of that as the science officer, but he kept his yap shut. Best not to get into a fight—yet.)
"So," Bolt said, "Will they need to keep us at that body chemistry level since we have our bellies full of whatever that stuff was?"
The door opened again, and ten of the brainwashed walked in.
"Yes, it does," Joshua said. "Time for another round."
The ten slaves proceeded to a predetermined captive and fell to their knees.
"Daigle!" Bolt said to the slave when he took hold of his captain's reawakening shaft.
"Just enjoy the ride," Daigle said before swallowing Bolt's meat.
"Fuck!"
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After that, the captives' lives fell into a routine.
Every few hours, the brainwashed (who they started to think of as drones rather than slaves) came back and sucked the restrained and seeded men to climax before retiring once more. Bolt and his cadre got fed regularly, too—maybe twice a day? It was hard to know—and they were kept clean and groomed throughout. Bolt wasn't sure which part of that was most humiliating.
Then he felt his guts getting wobbly.
"Bones," Bolt said, "Are you feeling that in your stomach? Is this some sort of food poisoning? What's going on?"
"I feel it, captain," the CMO said. "It's not food poisoning. At a guess, the tentacles shot us full of—for want of a better word—eggs."
"Eggs?!" Big Swede said, disgusted. "You mean those damned things knocked me up?!"
"No. They did nothing like that. They did, however, shoot something into our bellies," Bones said, "Something that needed a specific environment in which to mature. And the whatevers appear to have hatched."
"Hatched?!" Garcia and Emmanuel both barked at once.
"You mean I'm going to lay the golden egg?" Coulter said.
"Egg, no," Bones said. "More likely whatever was in the eggs, and probably thousands of them."
"Fuck," Big Swede said. The big blond could almost feel the things crawling in his belly.
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For two more days (Bolt guessed), the seeded men felt the hatchlings grow. The creatures wriggled in the humans' guts, moving from the stomach into the small intestines, and finally into the colon. The experience, which might otherwise have driven them mad was broken up by the drones showing up to feed them (and the things in their guts presumably), to groom them, and to suck them off. (Ensign Brooks later, when he was done sucking off Daigo, answered a question from Tovey and confirmed that the oral sex was meant to keep the men's bodies at a specific hormone level. Or rather, it was meant to bolster the special glands and organs the aliens had implanted in them.)
Oh, fuck! The'd been turned into surgically augmented biological hatcheries. If spacemen could cry, they all would have been bawling like infants. That ordeal, however, was nothing compared to what was to come.
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On the fourth (?) day the Rag Mops appeared again, with a selection of the drones. Cautiously, they released the captive men from the chairs, but the drones made sure that the anal probes remained in place. The Rag Mops took a hold of the seeded men, their many tentacles enveloping the men and keeping the captives' arms at their sides.
"Fuck, Wolfe! Take that thing out of my butt!" Coulter said as they started forward. "Do you know how hard it is to walk with a dildo stuck up your butt and a hard swinging cock in front?"
"The plug stays," crewman Wolfe said. "You'll be told when you can take it out."
The captives grumbled, but they had no choice but to stumble along where the Rag Mops directed them.
Their destination, when they got there, looked like a bomb bay, but instead of ordnance, the room held nothing but an elaborate barred construction. A giant cage. Ten smaller (personal) cages occupied each end, and in between the personal cages were ten runs some forty feet long.
"What now?" Bolt demanded.
"Now you get a private cell," Jeremy said.
Doors opened and the Rag Mops thrust their captives inside. The drones fixed the men's wrists into cuffs on the side of the cages and then stepped back as the doors shut. The Chief climbed the bars and took a seat up top.
"Going for a ride, Chief?" Bolt asked.
"I'll serve as the aliens' voice when we get dirtside," the still cocky young black man said. (Even as a drone, a shade of his core personality came through.)
"Dirstside?" Tovey said.
"You can't reconfigure a planet from orbit."
"Of course you can," Emmanuel said. " Just drop a couple asteroids on it and watch what develops."
"Effective," Tovey corrected the weapons officer, "But I think the aliens want to use the planet in something less than a million years."
"Exactly," the Chief said.
Then he followed that with, "Brace yourself; we're going in."
The captives felt the cage and the room shake.
"We've separated," Garcia said. "This must be a shuttle heading down to the surface."
"Exactly," the Chief said.
The trip took only a few minutes, to the amazement of the officers, especially Daigo, Tovey, and Garcia. Bolts shot, and the floor beneath the cage suddenly pulled to the sides, revealing an alien landscape only a few yards below. Pulleys came to life and lowered the cage towards the surface.
As the construction came to earth, Bolt suddenly felt his guts go critical.
"Bones... I..." he said, and then he all but doubled over.
The handcuffs popped open and the cage wall in from of him (of all of them) sprang open as well.
Bolt staggered out and grabbed the walls of the run.
"Take the plugs out of your asses now and toss them into the cage," the Chief said. "Then run as fast as you can to the cage at the other end of the run."
`Run?' Bolt thought, but his hands went to his ass automatically.
Gingerly, all ten captives pulled the plugs out of their butts before doubling over again.
"Run!" the Chief said. "If you stay in place they'll try to eat you."
`They?' Bolt wondered, but immediately his guts began forcibly excreting whatever had been growing inside him.
"Fuck!" Big Swede said, and the crewman started to lope along the thirty feet of the run as fast as explosive diarrhea would allow.
"Run!" the Chief ordered again. When you get to the other cage, you'll find another plug. Stick that back up your butts."
Bolt didn't feel like officer material as he staggered along, fouling himself and the ground at his feet.
`Since when has forty feet been this long,' the captain demanded of the universe.
With shit and alien spawn ejecting from their asses, the captives finally all got to the far cells."
"Plug your butts!" Rush ordered. "The plug releases a drug that'll calm your guts down and stop your power shitting."
With tears in their eyes, ten of the UP's finest, contorted themselves and voluntarily crammed alien butt-plugs into their bodies. A glance at the runs showed the last of the worms they'd incubated burrowing in the ground.
"Is that it?!" Bolt demanded of his Chief.
"That was just the beginning," and that said the cage was lifted back up into the belly of the shuttle.
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Once inside, the duty drones hosed the captives down, making sure to get rid of any residual fluids—and especially any lingering worms. Then the shuttle flew away to the next target zone.
Twice more, in different parts of the planet, the captives were made to run that crapfest gauntlet. Twice more the drones hosed their bodies clean. In the end, Bolt felt drained, empty, and oddly purposeless, and he dropped into a sitting position in the foot of his cage. Doing this pressed the plug back up against Bolt's prostate, and his cock got interested again
Fuck,' the captain thought, Can it be that I WANT to be tentacle-fucked down the throat again? That I WANT my drone crew to suck me off?! Am I to be nothing more than a biological cog in the Rag Mops' damned BEM plans?!'
It was too much to grasp, and Bolt's body took refuge in the oblivion of sleep.
In the silence, the aliens, along with their human captives—both drones and incubators (whose guts now empty of (most of) the tentacles' spawn)-- flew calmly back to the mothership.
Monitors left on the surface reported the worms' progress as they dealt with the native biology.
The project had begun well.
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For what it's worth, this is my fantasy casting for this chapter (your mileage may vary):
In the chairs:
Helm – Lt. Garcia (Tommy Garcia, mma) ; CMO – Bones – Cmdr. Phoenix (Phoenix Fellington, gay porn star) ; Captain – Capt. Bolt (Robert Brown, actor) ; Big Swede (crewman) (Alexander Gustafsson, mma) ; Security – Lt. Tan (Jerome Tan, or Asian Tarzan, fitness guru) // Weapons – Lt. Emmanuel (Manny Pacquiao, boxer) ; Crewman Coulter - Jessie Coulter (gay porn star) ; Engineer – Lt. Daigo (Daigo Atsushi, model) ; Sciences – Lt. Tovey (Russell Tovey, actor) ; Crewman Rush (Matthew Rush, gay porn star) ;
"Free" cocksuckers:
Crewman Rock (Angel Rock, gay porn star) ; Ensign Brooks (Shawn Brooks, gay porn star) ; Ensign Vargas – Lex Vargas (gay porn star) ; Crewman Coop (Race Cooper, gay porn star) ; Crewman Duarte (Will Duarte, gay porn star) // Lt. Commander Joshua – David Soul (actor) ; Crewman King – Kyle King (gay porn star) ; Crewman XL (XL, gay porn star) ; Crewman Duran (Sean Duran, gay porn star) ; Crewman Steele (Marcus Steele, gay porn star).
"Free" monitors
Lt. "Sparks" Hal (Hal Sparks, actor) ; Crewman Maguire (Brad Maguire, gay porn star) ; Crewman Galt (Jon Galt, gay porn star) ; Crewman Wiley (Ed Wiley, gay porn star) ; Crewman Stone (Jesse Stone, gay porn actor) // Crewman Johnson (Kip Johnson, gay porn star) ; Crewman Benobe (Delan Benobe, gay porn star) ; Crewman Waggoner (Paul Waggoner, gay porn star) ; Chief Rush (Lio Rush, pro wrestler) ; Crewman Hudson (Wolf Hudson, porn actor)
"Free" feeders
Astrogation – Lt. Jeremy (Bobby Sherman, singer, actor) ; Crewman E Wolfe (Ethan Wolfe, gay porn star) ; Crewman K Wolfe (Kurtis Wolfe, gay porn star) ; Crewman Matthews (Mitch Matthews, gay porn star) ; Crewman Daigle (Steve Daigle, reality show and gay porn star) ; Crewmen Tony and Gio (Tony and John Alberti, twin brothers) ; Crewman Fosters (Trent Fosters, gay porn star) ; Crewman Leboeuf (Ty Leboeuf, gay porn star) ; Crewman Valderrama (Wilmer Valderrama, actor)