Gay Erotic Stories

WARNING: The following is a work of fiction with a homosexual theme. It is NOT meant for viewing by individuals who are below the legal age limit (18 or 21 yrs old, depending on where you are).

REFERENCES: Materials for this work was obtained from the following original stories:

19) Gone Fishing (R. Keith Peck)

20) Soldier's Boy (Andrew Renz)

21) Marine Training (Edwin V. Catli)

22) Nick (Acepecs)

23) Captain Marvel & Thor (Guy Fuchs)

24) Alien Abduction (Islander)

Should the authors of the aforesaid stories deemed the inclusion of the various parts of their stories in this work to be inappropriate, do feel free to write to me at lewd_efreet@yahoo.com, and I shall retract them.

Comments are also welcomed.

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FALL OF A SUPERSTUD (4/4)

By lewd_efreet

As the indescribable sensation of being tit-fucked spread throughout his stalwart chest, John felt something cold and metallic sliding into his ass-crack. It then began to prod against his hole. It was S1! The stud squeezed shut tightly, but the fluttering fingers were tickling it open. They slowly worked their way against his sphincter, gradually relaxing it with their efforts, while S1's other hand slid up and down his cock. Finally, as the fingers achieved penetration, he felt his insides twitch, and a large drop of pre-cum swelled out of his dick-head. S1 noticed immediately! It removed its hand from John's cock and stroked him softly on his muscular abs, much as you would pet an animal that had just performed a nice trick. Then the hand returned to the turgid shaft and began stroking it.

Meanwhile, the fingers worming their way into his ass had succeeded, at least three of them, and they had found his prostate gland. Mr. Werner knew that this region of John's body was sensitive to stimulation, and programmed his nanobot soldiers for this purpose. So S1 began massaging the small gland mercilessly. The hunk's body responded by producing more pre-cum. His dick was turning a darker shade of red as it was stimulated, and he felt his body surrender to the robot's insistent hands. He knew it was only a matter of time before S1 made him cum. His prostate was crying in bliss as the metallic fingers worked it over and over. It learned quickly just which series of pokes and prods produced the greatest response in John's dick, and it kept at it.

John was dripping steadily now, and S1 released its grip on John's pulsating cock and went for his man balls. With S2 and S3 till working feverishly on his responsive nipples, John felt another sensation. He felt the slightest touch of S1's metallic lips on his dick-head. A little firmer, a little bolder, the touch increased. He felt the lips close to his flesh, circling just the tip of his dick. Then a slight flicker. The smooth/wet/slick/raspy feeling, right on his slit, where the pre-cum was oozing. The flickering became more insistent, the lips moving lower down his shaft, finally cresting over the flanged head and coming to rest just beneath the head.

Then, John felt more than one tongue. He felt the probing of one at his slit, but there were definitely two other tongues lapping around the head of his cock. All had the same rough-yet-smooth feeling. His crotch involuntarily thrust forward to meet the tongues, forcing its way further into the alien's mouth. It complied even more, slowly lowering its head over the rigid pole until the lips came to rest at the base of his shaft. Then, the lips tightened, gripping the pole firmly, holding it, while two of the tongues began rotating around the shaft, up and down the full 12" length of it, while the third tongue continued probing and lapping up the pre-cum as it welled up from his balls.

John felt he was going insane! S1's metallic lips were securely tight at his pubic hair, yet he was still getting the sensations of motion as the tongues roved up, over, around and down his pulsing meat. The hand probing at his prostate maintained its steady rhythmic stroking of that organ, while the one holding his balls squeezed them in unison with that stimulation. He began to buck against the alien's mouth, his body taking control of the motor muscles, wanting to cum. But S1 was skillfully keeping him just at the edge. Finally, the tongue on his slit moved away, and lowered itself to join the other two, swirling and rasping over his cock. He moaned softly as his disappointed cock continued to provide S1 with a steady flow of pre-cum, the never-slackening grip at the base helping to keep it fully erect and hard.

Then a new sensation occurred! Something else was probing at his slit, but the three tongues were still working the shaft! A fourth tongue? But this feeling was different. It was small, thin, tiny, but it was definitely there! Poking directly into the stud's urethra. John's eyes widened as he felt the tiny thing begin its invasion. He yelled in protest as he felt it penetrate his penis. It felt very thin, maybe not even 1/16", but it was noticeable. Not really painful, but noticeable. And it was flicking in and out of his piss-slit. Each insertion went a little deeper, dragging out pre-cum as it recoiled, then in again, deeper. John wanted to struggle and break free, but the newly introduced MFF from S1 darts had taken effect. S1 increased its massaging of the drugged stud's prostate and balls, while the rough/smooth tongues continued working over his cock.

The defeated superstud felt the new invader probing about halfway into his dick with each lick, and it was still going deeper. John's head began to get dizzied, but he felt his hips moving upward, his cock trying to get further into S1's mouth. After a couple of minutes, the immobilized stud felt the tiny tongue hit something very sensitive inside him, somewhere between the base of his cock and balls. His mind went over the edge, surrendering his body completely to the S1. His muscles gave one last trembling effort at resistance, then collapsed in resignation and surrender as S1 took what it wanted. S1 seemed to sense John's resistance fail, and the tongues began to really writhe over his cock. The tiny tongue had found the spot it was seeking, and was rapidly flicking in and out of his hole, all the way in, then all the way back to just inside the tip. The fingers kneading his prostate pressed firmly and rapidly against it, while his balls were pulled and gripped firmly.

S1 kept him like this for nearly 20 minutes (as it lapped up pre-cum) while S2 and S3 continued with their relentless assault on John's supple and unprotected dollar-sized nipples. The stud was unable to resist S1 as its tongues kept just enough sensations on his body to maintain a steady supply of pre-cum. But John's body could only stand so much stimulation. The stud's muscular frame finally exploded in a massive orgasm, and S1 continued working his dick, milking it for all the cum it could suck out. The tiny tongue kept slipping in and out, bringing each wave of his cum with it, then diving deeply in for more, while the rasping tongues worked different areas of his cock, one near the base, one under the ridge around the head, and one directly on the head itself.

John's nerves were raw as his orgasm completed; sweat pouring off his body as it gave every last drop of cum it could produce. And still the alien continued. John heard a strange noise and realized finally that it was the sound of his own voice screaming as S1 continued working his spent dick. The drained organ was going somewhat limp, but S1 was refusing to release its hold. He was in agony from the extreme sensitivity of his cock, but the robot seemed unaware, continuing its efforts to elicit another load of cum. But the stud was totally spent and his body was unable to comply. John could only writhe and suffer under the assault of the tongues.

Mr. Werner was enjoying the scene of having his muscular and sexy neighbor being violated by his diabolical inventions. The sight of S2's and S3's microscopic processes fucking John's milk slits coupled with the realization of S1's vile tongues draining the stud's cock juice pleased the freakish mind of the mad scientist. On the other hand, the workings of the robots had reduced John from a proud and virile he-man to a blubbering, moaning animal. Mr. Werner, seeing that S1 had completely drained John's sperm sac, decided that it was time for him to drink from the stud's replenished muscular udder again.

The old lecher signaled his nanobot soldiers to leave and repositioned himself on the mighty thigh of his broken neighbor. Mr. Werner studied John's tits intently and hefted each heavy pec in turn to get a better view. The stud's large nipples were now engorged and stretched by the workout that S2 and S3 gave to them. Mr. Werner began to knead the swollen pec flesh, working his lanky fingers from the outer area of the pec slabs, slowly kneading towards the succulent and swollen nipple. Finally his fingers were close to the nipples and he gripped the breast flesh round the nipple with a renewed intensity. John moaned as his nipples started to erupt, each squirting what appeared to be a watery milky liquid.

The old lecher wasted no time and brought his open mouth close to the squirting nipples to catch the milk. After about five squirts he stopped the tit kneading and swallowed the liquid. The lusty old man then went on to clamped his greedy mouth over John's left nipple. Mr. Werner soon felt a warm, sweet, thick liquid enter his mouth. The old depraved man had not forgotten the delicious taste of the first dose, like a warm malted milk drink. Mr. Werner proceeded to suck with gusto while fondling his neighbor's brawny biceps and muscular pecs. John moaned intermittently as the countless sucking and draining of his reluctant tits drove him over the brink of rationality.

When the last drop of milk was drained from John's wasted nipples, Mr. Werner put on his gloves again and waved his gloved hands above John's face. John was aware of the coming assault on his prominent nipples but was too weak and dazed to do anything. Looking directly at the fallen stud's tits, Mr. Werner's finger darted towards them and pinched down on those protuberances hard. He held them for about 10 seconds. 'AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH….' John howled. When Mr. Werner released his grip, the relief was causing John's chest to heave up and down rapidly again.

The relief from this jolt revived the stud a bit, just enough for him to think about all that had just happened. As soon as he recovered from the tit-shock, John was consumed with humiliation and shame at having been so thoroughly bested by a frail old man and his machinations. Mr. Werner was no more than a stick-like old man in his eyes, and his scrawny robots were clearly not his match. Yet here he was, a good deal younger (28 vs 69) and a helluva lot more muscular… a giant superstud, completely at their mercy. All his bodily assets had been completely violated. Being tit fucked by insect robots was particularly debasing. John's manly pride was shattered!

Mr. Werner then got up and stood behind John's back. The old pervert ran his hand down John's neck and began to roam John's muscular pecs. John's tormentor's thin scraggy hands now fully cupped the musclestud's sturdy pec flesh and Mr. Werner appraised their weight by lifting and jiggling them. The stud, with his head thrown back and resting on back of the arm chair, was exceedingly weakened now and could do nothing to stop this pectoral molestation. All this time, the stud could only looked at Mr. Werner's devilishly jovial face with his half open eyes. Yet the stud's tits had become so sensitive that he could be immobilized just by having someone pinching them.

Mr. Werner decided that he had enough fun with his muscled neighbor for the day. John's tormentor motioned to his fiendish machines and they swiftly came along. Once again, S2 and S3 moved to John's sides while S1 knelt directly in front of John's manly rod. These mechanical soldiers then placed their metallic hands on the designated parts of John's muscular body.

S1 had one hand grasping the stud's cock and another cupping John's balls. The same soldier also raised its right metallic leg and aimed it directly into the stud's now O-shaped asshole. John yelled as the metal process latched onto his finger-fucked prostate. S2, on John's right, slid one scrawny hand into John's warm and sweaty right armpit, and another on the right side of John's pectoral mound. S3 did exactly like S2 but it stood on John's left. These metallic hands then develop its tips into disks with suction cups at the end. The suction cups latched on to their programmed sites tightly.

When all was in position, Mr. Werner smiled impishly at John's half-opened eyes. Feeling the various suction gadgets on his armpits, pecs, prostate, penis and testicles, John let out a soft moan, not knowing what is coming next. His chest was still heaving rapidly up and down. Mr. Werner, standing behind the armchair, ran his gloved hands down John's massive chest again. His thin lustful gloved fingers stopped to manhandle John's well-built pecs for a while before proceeding down. His finger tips soon found the stud's lush brown dollar sized nipples on the bottom portion of John's well-developed chest.

Mr. Werner's now milky gloved finger tips teased and stretched John's nipples before he pinched them as hard as he could between his thumb and fore finger, pulling them up and away from John's chest. 'Special delivery, Mr. Holliday,' sniggered the tormentor. Simultaneously, the robots generated currents in the suction disks and delivered them into the various parts of John's body. The current that shot into his nipples, pecs, pits, prostate, cock and balls caused John to gasp audibly. "NOOOOOOO….."

After a few seconds, Mr. Werner and his machines relaxed their grip before beginning another round of pinching and shocking. John gasped and arches his back with each incoming surge of electricity. After the 4th bout, John was hardly conscious and his chest was panting so heavily. To ensure complete domination, Mr. Werner kissed down and John's mouth and sucked out all the air within the stud's immense chest walls. John was shocked. Nonetheless, before the stud could think about it, another jolt of electricity traversed across his body via the various parts of his anatomy that Mr. Werner had planned. His body could no longer take it and John was completely knocked out.

Mr. Werner's had successfully sexually humiliate and tit torture his muscular neighbor on the bull's own leather armchair! Moreover, his fantasy is no more, as Mr. Werner had tasted John's milk (more than once)!

THE END!

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