Slaves of Antares Chapter five: Clean `Em Up Evan Andrews ©2024
This set of stories is not a fan fiction, although it is high 1950s inspired space opera. (So forgive the 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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Captain Bolt drifted back up from the sleep that had followed his shitting his guts out dirtside, spreading terraforming worms on the surface of Antares 5. His brain was prepared to find himself still in the cage he'd been in. Instead he had been bent over a waist-high table in a room back on the alien mothership. Bad, but Bolt thanked his guardian angel that he wasn't back in one of those damned chairs.
But there was something in his ass. Something not the damned plug.
This something, longish and hard, plunged in and pulled out of his violated hole, running intense sensations across that interior flesh that the captain had previously discovered to be so embarrassingly sensitive.
"Ohhhhh!" Bolt moaned.
"You with us again? Good," a familiar voice said.
Looking over his shoulder, Bolt found crewman Maguire ginning down on him as he plowed his captain's ass. The bald drone, Bolt noticed, now sported his own collection of surgical incisions in his belly.
`Why?' Bolt wondered, but at that point Maguire went on with the real purpose of his violation of the captain's ass.
With a sigh, Maguire shoved in deep, let go his bladder, and flooded Bolt's guts with urine. Bolt gasped. The security guard was not only filling him up, he was flooding him with more yellow gold than Bolt ever remembered pissing himself. The captain had had an enema once or twice before (damned annual physicals,) but the pressure from this went beyond his experiences. The amount of fluid in Bolt's guts grew until it was almost unendurable.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Bolt moaned and sobbed. "Please, Maguire, stop! I can't take any more!"
"Be tough, big guy," Maguire grunted. "I know you can hold it! And you need to!"
`Need to endure this enema torture?!' Bolt was whimpering now. How long could Maguire keep this up?
Finally, Maguire was done pissing.
The drone pulled his penile plug from Bolt's ass and ordered, "Now, let it out! Let it all out!"
Bolt's sphincter leapt at the drone's permission and let go. Maguire caught the stream of dirty piss that squirted out of the captain's ass in a handy pail. As Bolt's guts emptied, he realized it felt a little like when he'd been shitting out those worms on the surface of the planet.
"Argh!!!!" he cried.
"Good job," Maguire said as he examined the contents of the pail. "There are always a few worms that would rather remain in the body, and we don't want them turning you into a meal. You're too valuable to the project."
Immediately Johnson stepped up and took Maguire's place. He brought his ready cock towards the captain's just violated hole and grazed the outer guardian muscle with precum.
"Not again!" Bolt practically begged. "Argh!"
"I'm afraid so," Johnson said. The words were sympathetic, but the drone's voice was robotic.
The hulking drone thrust in and out of Bolt's guts for a few minutes, getting the hole to relax again. Then with a grunt, he let loose his bladder and delivered Bolt's second piss enema. If anything Johnson's bladder was bigger than Maguire's, and Bolt was weeping openly as his belly filled with urine.
"Please!" Bolt begged. "No more! Let me empty my guts!"
John sighed as he pulled out, and then the drone held up the pail.
"Void," he said, and Bolt shot all the hot urine out of his guts.
When Bolt was done crapping out piss, Johnson left, and the firecracker Steele stepped up
With tears in his eyes, Bolt asked, "Are you going to piss rape my ass, too?"
"No," the blond said, and he presented his semi-hard dick to Bolt's face.
"I'm here for the other end."
"Other... What?!"
"Our urine," Steele said (and Bolt was sure the drone had never used that word in his life), "Has been rendered inimical to the worms and to any unhatched eggs. You need this cleanse to make sure they're all out your system."
"You're cleaning my guts out so you and your alien masters can give us to the tentacles again?!"
The horror had finally hit home.
"Of course," Steele said.
"How much?" Bolt said. "How many times do the BEMs plan to tentacle rape our faces?!"
"I don't know. It's a big planet, and math was never my favorite subject in school."
The compact muscular blond considered for a moment and then said, "The good part is that the worms multiply quickly, claiming acres of territory from a single ten-man deposition, so you won't have to revisit that patch of ground again."
"And if I refuse?" Bolt blustered.
"I don't know the answer to that. Use your imagination. What would you as a mission commander do?" Steele said. "Now, open up."
Crushed, Bolt opened his mouth and let the drone cram his 7 inches of penis inside. Steele. too, took the time to acclimatize Bolt's mouth to the penetration before going on to fuck his throat.
Bolt gasped but did not gag as he was facefucked, but eventually his oral passages gave in and Steele began to deliver the captain's stomach its own flood of urine, filling his stomach.
This piss rape, though, was not as onerous as the anal assaults had been, though. Steele filled Bolt's stomach, but didn't press the issue.
"What..?" Bolt choked out when Steele finally pulled out.
"The urine in your stomach will make its way through your intestines, catching and suppressing any remaining eggs or worms," Steele said before walking away.
Bolt finally had an opportunity to glance around and saw where all of his fellow "terraformers" had just experienced the same procedure. Emmanuel and Garcia were in shock, the rest just exhausted, physically and emotionally—except for Coulter. That oiler's dick was a full mast, and he was humping his hips, trying to find something, anything, to fuck against as precum drooled from his slit.
`Who'd have guessed I had an enema freak in the crew?' Bolt thought.
Lying there, the `formers waited while the drones drank, refilling their bladders before switching partners and repeating the treatment.
Little Jeremy, the astrogator, began the second piss rape of Bolt's ass, and after him Hudson. Valderrama followed up adding a second flood of piss to the store already in Bolt's stomach.
Drones administered the procedure for a final time. (`The aliens like to do things in threes,' Tovey noticed.)
"We don't want to leave a single live worm inside your bodies," the Chief said as he pulled out of Bolt's throat, letting a dribble of piss escape to drip down Bolt's chin.
The drones finally got around to the chore of washing, cleaning, and scrubbing the `formers bodies, which (Bolt had to admit) felt marvelous. Then it was back into couches—but not the dreaded tentacle rape chairs.
In a seated position now, the `formers were fed, both the liquid diet and something Bolt thought of as man-chow. The taste took a while to get used to, but it was real by-god solid food for a change. If nothing else, it mitigated the empty feeling in Bolt's insides.
"You've had a rough day," Vargas said to the formers. "Rest now. You will have two days' to recover before we get ready to worm the next targets."
Two days!' Bolt thought. Thank the angels.'
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Clearly, however, Bolt's angels had different ideas about the meaning of "recover".
Bolt had hoped to sleep and escape this living nightmare. The aliens, though, decided that the drones deserved a reward for all their work.
The next `morning', Sparks came up to Bones where he sat and began to suck and masturbate the black medical officer hard.
"What are you doing?" Bones asked with bloody sang-froid.
"Getting you ready," the comm officer said as he licked Bones' plum of a cockhead. "You get two days to rest, and so do we."
"And by rest you mean..."
Sparks climbed up onto the chair and hovered over Bones' shaft. He let it slide up inside him and said, "You got to cum, now it's the crew's turn."
"Fuck!" Bones gasped as Sparks began really riding his dick.
The doctor did the quick math. During seeding, the `formers had been sucked off four times. Then during the following days, while the worms were hatching and growing, they' been sucked off at least a dozen more times. If he was right, then during the next two days, he'd be responsible for bringing three men some 16 orgasms. Fuck. 48 orgasms in as many hours.
Sparks took a quarter hour before splooging Bones' chest and belly with sperm. Then, without finishing the man he'd been fucking, he got up and went about his duties.
Around the room, all the formers were "rewarding" their drones for the care they'd taken of them. Cries and moans echoed across the chamber as drones claimed their due. The formers, for all that they were the ones fucking, never got to obviously top any of the drones by using good old fashioned missionary position or doggie style fucking. And only a few of them got to cum themselves.
As it turned out, the `formers were able to snatch some sleep in between servicing the drones. Then, after the passage of 48 hours precisely, they went back to the chairs.
"No! Not again!" Tan cried as the Rag Mops forced the security officer down on the infernal butt plug once again. He spoke for them all.
Then, as before, ten naked drones entered the chamber and knelt before their crewmates. It was time to balance the formers' chemistry—again. Most of the formers endured the oral rape in silence; most but not all.
"Yeah, suck me!" Coulter blurted as his piece got suctioned down Benobe's throat. "Suck! My! Cock!"
Meanwhile, overhead the tentacles waited.
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For what it's worth, this is my fantasy casting for this chapter (your mileage may vary):
`Formers:
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)