Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

Title: Sustenance 
Story Codes: SciFi, Aliens, Milking, m, b 
Date of Latest Update to This Story: 12/20/16

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  Up until a month ago, Brice Van der Wall had been a regular
fourteen-year-old kid. Standing at 5'8'' and weighing 107lbs, he
was tall for his age but thin as a rail, despite his voracious
appetite. An avid and talented soccer player, he was athletic,
coordinated, and always looked to as a leader on the field. Brice
was kind, humble, and had a big heart. Moreover, he was bright
and hoped one day to be a doctor. His skin was slightly tan from
the many days he spent in the California summer sun but fading as
the Fall Minnesota weather lacked the sunshine needed to keep his
skin bronze. With his shoulder-length blond curls, his bright
green eyes, and his smattering of freckles, Brice was the envy of
many of his friends and the secret crush of many of the girls he
knew.

  Not that he had interacted with any girls since summertime. His
father, a CEO for a huge company based in San Diego, and his
mother, a district court judge, had decided many years ago that
their son would receive any and all benefits they could provide
him. So, when he was just six, he was shipped off to Mount Saint
Ignatius Boy's Academy in Tusconely, Minnesota for his education.
MSI was the top boarding school in the country, catering to boys
from kindergarten through twelfth grade, and it's absurd
location, completely isolated and many hours from any town, was
only matched by the absurd amount of money it cost to attend.
Being an all-male educational institution and having an all-male
faculty meant that Brice didn't see any girls except for when he
was home for the summer or Christmas season. This used to not
bother Brice all that much but lately, especially when he was
leaving California this summer, the thought of not seeing any
girls for a whole four and a half months made him sigh with
regret.

   He had left California on August 4th and started his
eight-grade year at MSI just as he had done on eight previous
occasions. Nothing unusual. Moreover, the first two weeks of
class were normal as well; an opportunity to hang out with school
friends and figure out which classes looked like they would be
fun and which classes would have to be studied for diligently.
Then, on August 17th at 3:07am, the power went out throughout the
school. Unfortunately for the many boys and faculty, this power
outage knocked out every alarm clock and many groggily awoke the
next morning much too late to attend their first class.

  A simple power outage was not incredibly strange in and of
itself. What made this power outage so unusual, and had the
faculty privately worried, was that every computer, cell phone,
battery powered radio, and anything and everything running on
electricity was also inoperative; leaving the school entirely
devoid of modern technology. Unsure of what to do (and very
concerned that none of the vehicles worked as well), the
administration of MSI suspended classes and hoped to wait out the
problem.

  By the end of day one, the perishable items in the giant
refrigerators and freezers were at the point that they needed to
be either consumed or thrown away. The decision was to consume
them and the community dined on ice-cream and frozen fruits and
all sorts of odds and ends one might find in a large freezer or
refrigerator designed to feed hundreds of people. Luckily, the
pantries contained huge stores of dry-goods that would feed the
community for weeks so there wasn't any concern that food would
run out; only regret that the perishable items had to be consumed
and the cost of replacing those items when the power was finally
restored was so high.

  By the end of day four, with the bottled water gone, the boys
began having to walk down to the river that winded its way
through the campus and fill buckets with water so the community
had something to drink. It was hard work and many of the boys
complained that they had to drink river water, but when thirst
hit, all were grateful. At this point, several of the faculty
left the school early in the morning and attempted to make it
into town in order to figure out what was going on. None were
seen again. Still, there was hope because many of the boys saw
planes in the distance crossing and re-crossing the horizon; many
even flying over the campus itself, though they were too high up
to make out.

  With no showers, the boys, especially the older ones, had begun
to smell. By day six, the remaining faculty decided it was time
to get clean. Class after class, from the tiny five and
six-year-old kindergarteners to the huge seventeen and
eighteen-year-old seniors, were marched down to the river, told
to strip, and forced to bath in the cold water. For many of the
boys, used to the privacy of the showers within the school, this
was incredibly embarrassing. However, it did feel good to get
clean.

  On day nine, Brice had had enough. He was going stir crazy.
This indomitable waiting was too much and he felt the need to
stretch his legs. Getting out of bed at the crack of dawn, he
pulled on a pair of jeans, a heavy shirt, a light jacket, and his
hiking boots. Quietly slipping outside, he decided to go for a
walk in the woods that bordered the school. It was a beautiful
morning, cool and crisp and bright. For two hours, Brice wandered
the woods, unafraid of predators (the woods were pretty
domesticated) and enjoying the freedom. Then, out of nowhere, a
large buzzing sound broke his silent revelry. It grew louder and
louder, forcing Brice to cover his ears and look up to the sky.
Through the trees, he saw the most astounding thing he'd ever
seen. Huge ships, like the kind he would see in a science fiction
movie, were descending downward in the direction of the school. A
terrible feeling developed in his gut and, worried all of a
sudden, Brice began to quickly make his way back toward MSI.

  Reaching the edge of the forest, Brice stopped suddenly.
Afraid, he quickly climbed one of the old and gnarled trees so
that the foliage would hide him from view while allowing him the
opportunity to see what was going on. As he watched, the ships,
three of them and each incredibly large, descended around the
campus, enclosing it like a noose around a condemned man's
throat. He could see his schoolmates in the windows, watching the
doors of these ships open and men, dozens, no hundreds of men,
get out. Except, these were no men. They were men-like. Large,
each probably close to seven feet tall and incredibly bulky,
these men looked like solders but were damn near
indistinguishable from each other. They were all bronze and
shiny, their muscles gleaming in the light. They had no hair and
were bald, with every one of them wearing what appeared to be a
speedo and nothing else. They carried metallic-looking silver
boxes, about the size of an average shoebox, while each wore some
sort of bracelet on his wrist.

  As they began to approach the school from each of three
directions, Brice couldn't help but hold his breath. He knew, he
just knew, that something bad was about to happen. Getting out
his binoculars, a gift from his father that he used when he was
bird watching, he narrowed in on the group approaching the door.
When Joshua Trapper, a sixteen-year-old whom Brice barely knew,
exited the school and approached the advancing men, Brice felt
his stomach drop. He could see Joshua open his mouth to speak but
couldn't quite hear what was said. The men, or aliens (thought
Brice), didn't slow. Instead, one raised his wrist up and pointed
it at Joshua. All of a sudden, a beam of rainbow light shot
forward with a loud WOAM and hit the boy, freezing him in place.
As the aliens began to pour into the school and Brice could hear
the screams from his trapped schoolmates and the WOAM of the
wrist devices, Brice watched helplessly as the alien who had shot
Joshua picked the frozen teen up easily and proceeded back
towards the ship.

  Halfway there and right on the edge of the large grassy field
close to Brice, the alien carrying Joshua stopped. Brice, who was
now much closer to the duo, watched in rapt attention. The alien
put Joshua down and, touching his wristband, waved it all around
the boy. Then, astoundingly, all of Joshua's cloths broke apart
at the seams and simply fell off of him. Standing naked only a
short distance from Brice, the teenage boy did not move a muscle.
The alien, unconcerned with the young man's nudity, proceeded to
put the metallic box on the ground and touch some sort of
activation switch. Suddenly, the metal seemed to melt and spread
across the grass until the box had become a square metallic
sheet, maybe three feet by three feet and an inch high. Stepping
behind Joshua and grabbing the teen, the alien maneuvered him so
he was standing on the metallic surface. A low musical tone
sounded and the alien stepped backwards. Brice, unsure what was
about to happen, was shocked when Joshua suddenly started to
float several inches off of the metal.

  "Hey!" shouted Joshua, seemingly snapping out of his daze and
startling Brice. "What the hell are you doing! Who the hell do
you think you are! My father..." He suddenly became silent, his
eyes going wide as the metal below him began to hum. Suddenly,
walls of silver began to stretch skyward from the edge of the
metal. As Joshua began to yell and threaten the alien again, the
walls seemed to reach their desired height and a ceiling began to
form. Suddenly, the sound of Joshua's pleas were cut off as he
was completely encaged in a silvery metal box. Only a heartbeat
after the metal had shut him in, however, all six surfaces
suddenly became transparent and Brice nearly squeaked. Though you
could still see the outline of the box, it now looked like glass
and gave him an unobstructed view of Joshua.

  Poor Joshua was tilting backwards at a forty-five degree angle
as if he were reclining in an easy chair. His knees were bent and
wide open, exposing his genitals and his asshole. Brice blushed a
bit. Though it looked like Joshua was floating peacefully, Brice
could tell the teen was struggling against invisible bonds, his
arms floating out to his sides but twitching like they were
trying to move. "Hey" shouted Joshua loudly. "Get me out of
here!" The alien, seemingly indifferent to the boy's cries,
turned and walked back toward the school where his people were
carrying out students and taking them toward the ships.

  Over the next few minutes, fifteen more boys were brought over
next to Joshua and the same process was repeated. Brice knew many
of them and watched helplessly as they all ended up in the same
position as Joshua - naked, floating, caged, and their privates
and assholes on display. Then, the nearest aliens, seemingly
content that they had a group of sixteen, began to enter some
codes on the near invisible walls of each box and, to Brice's
amazement, each box began floating about two feet off the ground.
With all sixteen now floating and despite the repeated protests
of the prisoners within, the aliens maneuvered the boxes slowly
so that the formed four rows of four, their sides touching
slightly. It seemed that the aliens were not concerned with
uniformity, thought Brice, because the boys were faced in random
directions - some staring right at each other while others were
angled so as to be looking at the side or backside of the person
in front of them. This caused quite a few of the boys to blush,
as they suddenly found themselves very close to other boys whose
genitals and assholes were as rudely on display as their own.
Some of the younger boys stared openly at their older peers while
the older boys tried to block out what was going on.

  Then, one of the aliens touched the outside of one of the boxes
and all sixteen were suddenly tinted blue and began to snap
together. Within a half a second, the sixteen individual boxes
had become one large box with sixteen individual parts. At the
moment when the final piece locked into place, the slightly
blue-tinted cubes suddenly became clear once again and all hell
broke loose.

  As Brice watched silently, seven clear tentacle-like things
grew from the walls and ceiling surrounding each boy, becoming
longer and more defined as the moments passed. Amazingly, they
seemed to simply grow from the flat surface of the cube - their
structures flowing like water and changing with each passing
moment. As they began to touch the captured youths, the boys went
nuts, with Joshua yelling "Oh shit! Hey! Hey help! Somebody
help!" and with some of the younger kids crying in despair. No
amount of struggling, and Brice could see each boy struggling,
made any ounce of difference. One of the protrusions attached
itself to the back of each boy's neck and, one by one, every boy
gave a startled yelp as the thing pierced them slightly and
melded with their brain-stem, pumping a powerful chemical
cocktail into them. Then, the remaining six tentacles attacked
their defenseless bodies.

  Within a moment, each boy found that he had a tentacle clamped
onto his nipple, tweaking and teasing it immediately and making
each little tit erect. At the same time, two tentacles began to
slowly and gently rub each boy's testicles, from the tiny marbles
on a weeping five year old to the large hairy balls on a cursing
seventeen year old. Each boy squealed a moment later when a
tentacle, having found their limp boyhoods, engulfed the tools
down to the base while the internal ring of the sleeve,
specifically designed to milk the human male's sex, began to
slowly stroke their now engorging meat. This tentacle, holding
their boyhoods in a viselike grip, expanded as each boy became
erect while the internal ring, unhindered, continued to
masturbate each boy smoothly. The final tentacle, having
slithered underneath each boy, came to rest on their tiny virgin
assholes and slowly began to stroke the puckered flesh, smoothly
slipping inside much to the chagrin of the captives.

  As the minutes passed and Brice watched on, the sixteen boys in
front of him began to writhe in pleasure while the chemicals
coursing through them began to prepare the boys for the rest of
their lives. All sixteen were now incredibly erect, their
boyhoods being teased as they were stroked from base to tip to
base over and over again. The things in their ass were moving in
and out at a moderate pace, sawing over their prostates
repeatedly and causing each boy to yelp in rhythm. The huge
amount of pleasure coming from their cocks and asses, magnified
by the continued steam of pleasurable sensation from their
nipples and balls, pushed the boys rapidly towards orgasm.

  The older boys, like Joshua, moaned loudly and braced
themselves for the onslaught of pleasure that was nearing with
each passing second. The youngsters, who had never experienced
sex and were confused and terrified by the feelings now coursing
through their bodies, began to babble incoherently.

  "Oh! Oh! I... I got to pee," yelled a boy of about seven, his
body shaking with pre-orgasmic delight as the thing milking him
began to speed up and the thin shaft plowing his ass started
jabbing his prostate mercilessly.

  "Hewp. Hewp. I got to peepee too," cried a tiny boy who must
have been a young kindergartener, no more than five. His body was
so unprepared for the feelings it was receiving, he simply shook
uncontrollably as his first ever orgasm approached.

  Both the seven and the five year old were facing the same
direction, west, while a boy whom Brice knew as Dennis, a fifteen
year old in the grade above him, floated right in front of them
facing east. Both the youngsters looked on pleadingly to the
teenager, hoping for comfort, while Dennis, his own orgasm
incredibly close, stared dumbly at their tiny hairless bodies,
his eyes darting back and forth between their once virgin
boypussies and the tentacles that were now rapidly sliding in and
out of them. Had Dennis been into little boys (which he wasn't),
he would have thoroughly enjoyed the front row seat he had (and
the perfect angle too boot!) which allowed him to watch their
defiling and first ever climaxes. As it was, their pleading eyes
and desperate voices pulled him out of his pleasure-induced haze
and he realized what was going on. They were about to cum and,
having never experienced it before, had no idea what to expect.

  "It's ok..." Dennis rasped, making eye contact with each boy
and trying to calm their terror. "Just... Ugh... Just let go...
Ugghhhhhh!!!!" Throwing his head back, Dennis came hard, blast
after blast of teenboy cum shooting deep from within him and into
the tentacle that was now milking him rapidly, the tentacle
sucking all the expelled boy juice and transporting it through
its own structure to a holding tank for the precious cargo.

  "Ahheeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!" screamed the five year old, his first
ever kiddie-cum hitting him like a hurricane as he thrashed
wildly.

  "Ahhhh... Oh God..... OOHHHHHHH!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!" squealed the
seven year old a moment later. "Help!!!! Helppppp MEEEEE!!!!!!!"
he cried, the tentacles raping him to boygasm as his tiny boycock
tried desperately to shoot what didn't exist.

  Both boys, as well as five others, squirmed in orgasm but
produced nothing. Eight others ejaculated powerfully, sending
their individual loads into the holding tank where their seed
mixed together.

  A ten year old, who had only discovered masturbating a few
weeks earlier and had not yet had a wet cum, shot his first load
of watery boyjuice as the tentacle inside of him hummed rapidly
against his little prostate and he screamed in his boy soprano,
"OH SHHHHHITTTTTT!!!!!"

  A seventeen year old, several cubes away, launched massive
amounts of thick white cum into his tentacle. In fact, he would
hold the record that day for most sperm shot on the first milking
because, being devoutly religious, he refrained from pleasuring
himself and had three and a half weeks worth of spunk to release
(his last wet dream having been the last release the poor boy
had). He came with a whimper, ashamed at himself and terrified by
the whole ordeal.

  Next to Joshua, a fourteen year old gave a strangled cry and
released his own load. The poor boy had actually cum less than a
half hour previously while hiding out in an unused shower stall
and this, his second load, was much less than the first in volume
and much more intense in feeling. Panting, he threw his head back
and groaned as his spunk was pulled from him by the alien
technology. He was the last to climax and, like the others before
him, as soon as his climax was over, the tentacles retreated back
into the sides of the cubes, disappearing from sight and giving
the boys a much-needed reprieve.

  Brice felt sick to his stomach as he watched his schoolmates
climax unwillingly. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and
sat quietly in the braches of his tree, tuning out everything and
trying to put all the pieces together in his mind. He thought
about aliens. He thought about sex. He thought about his parents
and the army and his teachers. When he opened his eyes again, his
gaze immediately sought out the group of sixteen in front of him
and he watched helplessly as the boys panted and began to speak
to each other. The older boys, for the most part, were busy
either talking about escape, weeping, or explaining to the
younger boys what was going on. The younger children, for the
most part, were sniffling sadly and listening to the older boys,
hoping that the older boys might be able to do something to help.
There were a lot of questions about sex and Brice couldn't help
but smile when one of the younger kids mispronounced the word
"orgasm."

  Noticing other sounds, Brice expanded his focus and began to
take in everything. He noticed, much to his disappointment,
several other cubes of sixteen scattered around the field in
front of him and, after focusing on them, could hear the moans
and cries of climax coming from them just as they had come from
Joshua's group. His mind wandered, wondering what was to come
next. Many of the aliens were still carrying boys from the school
and placing them in cubes, creating groups of sixteen and then
leaving them to their sexual fate.

  As he watched, he began to notice some aliens moving the large
cubes toward their ships, much like they were moving freight.
Over the next few minutes, he watched as groups of sixteen boys
at a time disappeared into the cavernous holds of the cargo bays,
their moans of pleasure and cries for mercy echoing off the space
ship's walls. "What the hell could they be doing?" Brice thought
to himself.

  A sudden cry of "Oh fuck!" from below startled Brice and he
almost lost his balance, fearing that he had been discovered and
would soon be taken as well. Instead, he peered down at Joshua's
group and, to his horror, watched as the tentacles reemerged from
their slumber and began to attack the boys just as before.
Tentacles latched onto nipples and soft boycocks while others
slithered up assholes and began to fuck the captured boys.

  "Oh no! No! Help! Oh Shit! Not again!" the boys screamed, their
bodies being inundated with torturous pleasure. Brice was
shocked! They had all climaxed only minutes before! How could
they be expected...

  What Brice didn't know, of course, was that the cocktail of
chemicals that had been injected into each boy was slowly
eliminating his refractory period and nano-probes were rapidly
reinforcement their victim's bodies so as to withstand multiple
orgasms within a short period of time. Soon, the boys would be
experiencing near continuous orgasm without the pain usually
associated with the oversensitivity that comes from climaxing so
often. Moreover, the hormones and other chemicals were kicking
the boy's sperm production into overdrive, so much so that even
the youngest boy's testes would be producing gallons of semen
within a few hours time.

  For another couple of minutes, Brice watched morbidly as the
tentacles did their work, forcing the captured boys closer and
closer towards orgasm. He watched as Joshua seemed to loose all
energy while his head sagged backwards and his tongue hung out of
his mouth stupidly. Near him, a boy of perhaps nine or ten had
his eyes closed and was drooling all over himself, the tentacle
in his ass pistoning in and out rapidly, sawing at his immature
prostate and keeping the boy in a pleasurable daze. Meanwhile,
the little kindergartener kept up a steady high-pitched whine,
much like a little dog begging for a treat, and Brice was sure he
could see something within the tentacle on the boy's tiny peter
flying back and forth had high speed, no doubt frigging the boy
just as mercilessly as the tentacle plowing his tiny boypussy. "I
can't" screamed a boy around fifteen or so, his eyes going wide
as his head moved frantically from side to side. "Please! I
can't! No! No! Ahh! NOOOO!!!" he cried desperately, his powerful
climax erupting as his teenload was eagerly sucked from his body
by the greedy machine. That climax seemed to set of a chain
reaction, as boy after boy cried out and came for the second time
in minutes. None felt pain at having so recently released their
load; only renewed pleasure as their bodies squirmed in undesired
delight.

  Though Brice couldn't tell, only the two youngest boys had dry
kiddie-cums while the rest wetly launched their load into the
tentacles eagerly draining their balls. For five of the boys,
(one seven year old, one eight year old, two nine year olds, and
an eleven year old), it was their first wet ejaculation, the
drugs having forced their boyballs and other boyparts to create
their seed before nature had a chance to do so. For the older
boys, who expected to have little left after their previous
milking, this new cum brought a torrent of boyjuice as their
boybuttons pumped huge quantities of jizz out of their bodies. In
fact, this massive release was the largest any of them had ever
shot in a single climax as spurt after spurt after spurt of pure
white ejaculate poured out of their throbbing cocks.

  This latest scene shocked Brice and, to cope, he began to feel
disconnected with the world around him. He sat, watching numbly,
as more groups of boys were loaded into the massive spacecraft.
At some point, his mind registered that Joshua's group, with
perhaps a few minutes rest (though Brice really didn't know), had
come under assault for the third time. Their moans, tinged with
the horror of their situation and laced with lust, floated up to
Brice in waves. He didn't seen any of them climax, though, as an
alien had retrieved the cube and directed it into one of the
ships. It was the roar of the engines, it turns out, that awoke
Brice from his trances. Shaking his head to clear out the haze,
Brice looked around and discovered, to his shock, that the
grounds of his school were now completely empty.

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  It had been a month since he had watched his classmates'
abduction from MSI. A very long month. At first, Brice had stayed
around the campus. After all, where was he to go? After a couple
of days, though, he realized that there was nothing left for him
and, deciding to see whether this fate had befallen anyone else,
he packed up some supplies and headed towards the nearest town.
Being a smart lad, Brice had done his best to avoid being out in
the open and that forethought had proved incredibly wise. Several
times, planes, which he now figured belonged to the aliens,
crisscrossed the sky and Brice was sure they were looking for
survivors.

  When he got into town, he avoided the aliens that were camped
around a small shuttle-like craft on Main Street and, quite
covertly, refilled his backpack at a drug store and snagged a
sturdy bike. Brice did look around the area, hoping to find
anyone, but the presence of the aliens and their casual manner
convinced him that the entire town was gone. For nearly two week,
Brice made his way through Minnesota towards the capitol with the
hope that he would see signs of humanity; of resistance. He saw
none. He slept in abandoned houses, cars, and even underbrush
when he wasn't near a town. The weather, already Fall, was
beginning to turn cold. Often, Brice had to hide as patrols of
aliens continually swept through the countryside.

  Eventually, he made it to Minneapolis and was disappointed to
see the city was empty as well. He wandered the Superdome and the
downtown. He walked through houses and apartments and offices. He
searched for survivors, all while keeping an eye out for aliens.
Brice was nearly caught on quite a few occasions but luck, and
good sense, kept him free. On the first snowfall of the year, it
was a despondent Brice who sat in a small dark restaurant, eating
beans from a can, and watching the end of the world.

  As he fed himself, Brice wept quietly for all that was lost.
Though he himself was tired, dirty, hungry, and cold, thoughts of
his own predicament were far from his mind. Instead, he softly
shed tears for all that was and all that would never be. He wept
for the parents that he would never see again and could only
imagine where they were at the moment. He wept for his classmates
and the horrible fate that had befallen them. He wept for
humanity, which showed such promise but was now fading into
oblivion. Finally, he wept at the cruelty of fate.

  Perhaps the swell of emotions was why Brice let his guard down.
After all, he hadn't cried once since watching MSI get raided.
Perhaps it was a feeling of security, wrapped in the dark
restaurant as he was. Perhaps it was simply a lack of caring on
Brice's part. Whatever it was, Brice was unaware that the back
door to the restaurant had just crept open and a large alien
figure slowly drifted in.

  WOAM. The blast took Brice totally by surprise and, the moment
it hit, the boy froze in place. "Oh Shit!" his mind screamed,
realization coming just a moment too late that someone was behind
him and that, thanks to his inattention, he was no longer able to
move. "Oh my God! Oh my God" he cried silently, trapped in a
sitting position on one of the chairs. "They have me! They have
me!" Moments later, one of the large bronze aliens was next to
him and, as Brice watched helplessly, the great behemoth picked
him up by the waist and headed for the back door. Once outside,
the alien set him down on the ground and proceeded to tap at his
wrist device. Suddenly, Brice stood, his muscles not his own. A
heartbeat after, the creature waved his device all around Brice's
body and, to Brice's horror, all his cloths simply fell off.

  Brice wanted to shiver, standing naked in the snow. However,
his body was still as a statue. Before he knew it, the creature
picked him up and placed him onto the thin sheet of metal lying
on the ground that Brice had failed to notice. When the creature
stepped back, there was a musical chime and Brice, completely
unprepared, began to float about two inches above the ground. He
began to breath heavily, his capture really and truly dawning on
him. He had been captured! Oh no!

  A low hum started below him and Brice watched with horror as
the metal plate he'd been standing on began to sprout silver
walls. They grew higher and higher, reaching toward the sky. Just
as Brice thought they would go on forever, they stopped. A
silvery surface began to sprout from the four walls and, just as
Brice started to cry out for mercy, the expanding surfaces plowed
into each other, cutting out all light and leaving Brice in a
cube of darkness. Immediately, he felt his position shift,
whatever was combating gravity maneuvering him so that his knees
approached his chest and spread apart while his hands drifted to
his side. Just as Brice began to struggle, the darkness
disappeared and Brice found himself back outside, encompassed in
a cube of transparent something.

  Looking around, Brice realized he was floating, at a forty-five
degree angle with his asshole and cock exposed for the entire
world to see, next to a very advanced looking motorcycle. The
alien, who had not been idle. was busy attaching some cords to
the wall of the cube (where they seemed to simply fade into
nothing) and tapped a series of what Brice assumed were codes
onto the transparent surface. A moment later, Brice felt a rush
of warmth as the small cube where he was trapped began to heat up
rapidly. Within a few breaths, Brice was comfortably warm. A few
more taps at the side caused the entire transparent cube to tinge
blue for a moment before reverting back to a transparent clear.
As soon as the blue faded away, Brice's eyes shot to his
forehead. It was right after the blue coloring that...

  "Oh shit! Please! Please no!" Brice cried, looking at the alien
who was busy fiddling with his motorcycle and paying no attention
to the captured human. Seven tentacles, clear and smooth and
incredibly dexterous, grew from the sides of the cube and it's
ceiling and began to approach his body. "Ouch!" Brice cried, the
tentacle behind him suddenly attaching to his upper neck with a
sharp sting following a moment later. Brice shook his head
vigorously, trying to dislodge the thing as millions of tiny
micro-filaments wormed their way into his brainstem and began to
inject a wide variety of chemicals into his system. "Ohhh" he
moaned pitifully, closing his eyes.

  Quite suddenly, the remaining six tentacles made contact with
his body. Two, their soft skin warm and inviting, began to tease
each nipple, sliding back and forth across his sensitive little
nubs and eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the boy. Another
two, finding his plump balls, began the delicate task of dancing
across his sack with just enough pressure to thrill the squirming
boy. One thin and dexterous little appendage engulfed his limp
boyhood in one fell swoop and, just after Brice felt the thing
clamp down at the base of his cock, snug as a condom, he let out
a squeak as the internal muscle began to stroke him from base to
tip and back. Finally, a half second later, the last naughty
tentacle, which had been content to rub against his butt cheeks,
finally slithered into his undisturbed valley in search of virgin
territory. Using the very tip of its slick feeler, it began to
circle his puckered anus as if it were circling a drain.

  Brice's body reacted to the stimulation joyously. His limp
boyhood hardened rather quickly as the thing began to jerk him in
earnest. He flushed, breaking out into a light sweat. The teen,
having not touched himself sexually since before he watched his
classmates' abduction, groaned as his body was wracked with
erotic pleasure. For a moment, the intensity of the feelings
overwhelmed him and Brice almost accepted the sexual stimulation
with open arms. Then, just as he was about to fall headlong into
the good feelings, the reality of the situation came crashing
back. His eyes shot open. He began to struggle. "No!" he thought
to himself. "This can't be happening! This can't be happening!"

  The tentacles, as if responding to his wriggling form, began to
assault him fervently, as if doing so would somehow pacify the
boy. His nipples, now hard, were rubbed enthusiastically while
his balls were stroked in time with the appendage frigging his
hard five-inch tool. "Hey!" Brice yelled at the alien as the
thing started to put on what looked like a space suite. "Let me
out! Let me... OH SHIIIIUUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" he cried, the
tentacle at his rear having decided enough was enough and diving
into his virgin boypussy hard and fast. Brice, unable to tighten
his sphincter in time, let out a strangled wail as the thing,
slick with lubricant, slid effortlessly into his shitter and
began to search out his prostate. It found his boybutton a
heartbeat later and, as the intruder began to pump in and out of
him rapidly, the tip of the tentacle thumped against his prostate
vigorously.

  "AH! AH! AH!" wailed Brice as the thing fucked him hard,
striking his prostate repeatedly while sawing back and forth over
the tight knot. The boy cried out, his orgasm suddenly imminent.
The tentacles, as if sensing his impending climax, sped up even
faster. His boycock, stiff and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum
into the sleeve surrounding it, felt as if it was about to
explode. Then, without warning, the ring that was rapidly
stroking him began to concentrate on his shaft while a second
ring, vibrating powerfully, swiftly grasped the head of his cock
and frisked it. At that same moment, the tentacle fucking his
ass, without slowing down at all, began to vibrate powerfully
while the tip collided with his now incredibly sensitive
prostate. Brice, moaning incoherently, climaxed. "AAAYYYYYEEEEE"
he squealed loudly, shot after shot firing into the greedy
tentacle on his boyhood as the machine collected his ample spunk.

  He came. And came. And came some more. The feelings drowned the
poor boy in pleasure as he thrashed from side to side. For what
seemed like an hour, the boy screamed, pausing only to inhale
sharply before crying out in unasked-for delight. His climax, so
overwhelming, seemed to be the center of his universe and it was
only once the onslaught of feelings began to subside, and the
tentacles ceased their frantic assault, that Brice even realized
that he was moving backwards at an incredible speed.

  Panting absurdly, he watched as the building to either side of
him whipped past in rapid succession. He was obviously moving
down the center of the street at an amazing pace, his cube
insulating him from the wind that must have been striking
violently as he past. It was as if he was in a car moving in
reverse, though he felt no bumps or disturbances that would
indicate he was not idle. Yet, the street continued to pass by
him, marred by cross streets and buildings. Craning his neck, he
was able to turn enough to see that the alien was several feet
behind him on the motorcycle. A cable of some sort seemed to
stretch between the back of the creature's vehicle and toward
Brice's cube. Though he couldn't see it, he assumed it attached
directly behind him and he realized that he was being towed.
"Like I'm a boat or something," he thought briefly before
dismissing the thought.

  Abruptly, the angles all changed and Brice gasped. No longer
was he speeding down the road. Instead, he was flying. The tops
of the cars. The tops of the trees. The tops of the buildings.
Within a couple of seconds, he was above everything and climbing.
"Oh my god!" he thought, suddenly feeling like he was in an
airplane taking off. And, in many ways, he was. Glancing around,
he watched the cityscape unencumbered by an airplane and,
instead, floating in a translucent cube. The sight was
breathtaking.

  "Fuck! Oh no! Oh no!" Brice shouted a moment later, the
tentacles suddenly attacking his body once again. Without
warning, the one that had been up his ass slid home again, eight
or nine inches suddenly plowing through his pucker and crashing
into his prostate. His cock, which had been somewhat chubby but
by no means erect, was engulfed by the familiar and torturous
sleeve as the internal ring began to stroke him to full mast.
Brice squirmed uselessly, his body being played by the voracious
tentacles. Though he had only cum moments earlier, he felt the
rising need to do so again. Moreover, he realized briefly before
the haze of lust overtook him, he seemed ready to go - like the
previous climax had never happened. And indeed, with the rush of
chemicals and nano-probes altering his body, his refractory
period was all but gone and his body was ready and able for round
two.

  Bam! Bam! Bam! The tentacle in his ass pounded him mercilessly.
Shlick! Shlick! Schlick! The tentacle that engulfed his straining
boyhood stroked him rapidly. Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! The vibrating ring
clamped onto his sensitive cock head while the tip of the probe
began to vibrate wildly against his prostate. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Brice
wailed, in time with the assault. Around him, clouds began to
form as he rose steadily away from earth. His head fell forward
as he drooled all over himself, the pleasure relentless and
inescapable. His eyes, glazing over slightly, happened to catch a
lightening strike many miles away. Brice climaxed.

  The tentacles didn't stop this time. Instead, as Brice rode
wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, they kept on molesting his
young body so that, when a moment of lucidity hit the poor boy a
minute later and he discovered that he could see the curvature of
the earth, he was almost instantly pulled back under by the
weight of his third bone rattling climax. That moment of
lucidity, of clear thought, was by design. Brice had no way of
knowing but, at that moment, thousands of nano-probes were
rearranging his neural pathways so that he would be more able to
experience the Shapy'arak; the Dream. To do so, however, required
the subject to experience moments of completely clear thought
followed by devastating climaxes that would work to breakdown
their mental barriers and allow the probes to construct
artificial processing nodes.

  Brice saw clearly the vastness of space as he broke the
atmospheric barrier and looked upon the earth. He came for a
fourth time and was swept into the flood.

  Brice noticed his home planet, now much smaller than he'd
previously seen, spinning majestically on it's axis. His fifth
orgasm dragged him under.

  Brice was being pushed along a hallway by one of the aliens.
Perhaps the alien that had captured him? Where the hell was he?
Brice tried to form another thought but the tentacle in his ass
began to vibrate evilly and, as his teenage cock erupted blast
after blast of boycum, he came for the sixth time before loosing
coherent thought.

  The room was massive; at least, that was what Brice thought.
All around him, everywhere he looked, there were cubes just like
his. Stacked upon each other as far up as he could see and
seemingly infinitely deep, Brice could only stare in amazement at
what he saw. Males, of all ages and races, were floating calmly
in cubes just like his. They looked peaceful, as if they were
asleep. But not all were. In fact, quite a few were groaning and
moaning, as he was, while they were molested enthusiastically.
The cubes, both the ones containing sleeping males and those
whose captives were writing in pleasure, were moving in many
directions, as if thousands of conveyer belts were transporting
them every which way. As his seventh climax hit him like a
tsunami, he remained coherent long enough to discover that his
cube had been added to the frenzy.

  Though he was amazed at the sights of the men being molested
every time he gained lucidity for those few precious seconds,
Brice's eyes couldn't help but be drawn toward the boys whose
cubes passed by.

  He saw an Asian teenager, maybe fifteen or so, shudder
violently in climax while yelling in a language Brice didn't
understand. Brice certainly could sympathize, though.

  He saw a young black boy, maybe nine years old, struggle
valiantly against the tentacles that were rapidly pulling him
toward a powerful boygasm. Despite his fight, the boy still lost.

  He saw a blond five year old, his face a mask of serene
acceptance, let out a deep sigh as the tentacle that was
frenziedly plowing his backside gave him a spectacular
kiddie-cum. The child moaned quietly.

  He saw a baby, little more than an infant and certainly much
too young to understand anything that was going on, gurgle
frantically as the tentacle milking his tiny dickie forced the
babe to climax. The infant smiled as he came.

  Scenes like these played out in front of Brice for hours, his
own orgasms poignantly reminding Brice that he was in the same
position as the males around him. His body was covered in sweat.
His mind was foggy and heavy. He felt that he was at a breaking
point. Finally, after dozens and dozens of orgasms and after
witnessing countless climaxes around him, it was an exhausted
Brice that finally, gratefully, fell into total unconsciousness.
He entered the Shapy'arak.

.............................................................

  It was four months later that the Grovok fleet disengaged from
Earth and began to slowly trek towards the edge of the galaxy.
Eight-hundred and fifty-six million ships, containing nearly
ninety billion individuals, unfurled their light-propelled sails
and left the Sol system en mass. It would take another fifty
years to reach the edge of the Milky Way and, after that,
two-hundred thousand years to cross the dark space between the
galaxies before they reached their final destination of NGC 185,
a habitable galaxy much like our own. Though the Grovoks wished
that there was no need for the journey, the truth was that the
Milky Way was doomed - a massive black hole collision at the
center of the galaxy would entirely destroy the Milky Way within
the next thousand years. To stay would be suicide; to flee, the
only choice.

  So, over the course of the last few hundred years, the Grovoks
had built the finest fleet ever assembled. Huge city ships,
hundreds of miles long and comfortable beyond measure, were
accompanied by vast squadrons of personal shuttlecrafts and
family run vessels. Destroyers and battleships were flanked on
all sides by cargo ships unimaginably big. Factory ships, medical
ships, botanical gardens, and science vessels were in abundance
within the fleet and the amount of raw materials the fleet had at
it's disposal, the vast majority self-sustaining, would ensure
their journey's success.

  Though the Grovoks had wonderful technology, their scientists
continued to assert that lack of food would be the downfall of
their journey. Without a source of sustenance, they argued, the
fleet would never make it to NGC 185. While they normally relied
on the Mochak plant to provide the entirety of their high protein
diet, early tests revealed that the Mochak plant would never
survive the journey. Their civilization despaired for a hundred
years, fearing that no solution would be found in time. It wasn't
until one of their scout ships encountered Earth and discovered
the wonderful properties of human seminal fluid that they finally
had the answer to their prayers. Human seminal fluid would feed
their population.

  They conquered the planet easily - their technology so advanced
that the humans never stood a chance. The humans were quickly
sorted, catalogued, and cured of any diseases. As a gesture of
benevolence and recognizing that humanity was sentient life, the
decision was made early on to create an artificial reality for
the humans, called the Shapy'arak or the Dream, where they would
exist in a sort of artificial paradise. Once captured, the humans
were brought to climax repeatedly so that the nano-probes could
build the necessary pathways within their minds so as to allow
them to enter the Shapy'arak. Then, through their connections
within their individual cubes, they entered into the communal
reality of the Dream.

  The females would be remaining within the Shapy'arak
indefinitely. There had been some that had proposed simply
leaving the females on the planet but, in part out of a sense of
goodwill towards the humans, that plan had been abandoned.
Instead, every human would enter the Shapy'arak and would be
taken off planet. Still, with no need for females and access to
complex genetic engineering, all future offspring would be male.
Once the last of the female population died out, conception,
gestation, and birth would take place in artificial wombs
utilizing the genetic material of two separate males.

  The males would be scattered throughout the fleet as they were
going to provide the much needed sustenance for the population.
Every ship would have male cubes on it, with many vast cargo
vessels holding millions of males together as a sort of
sustenance repository. If all went according to plan, hundreds of
generations of human males would be born, live, and die within
the Shapy'arak while their bodies aided the Grovoks in their
inter-galactic travel.

  Because of the nano-probes and the powerful chemical cocktail
developed specifically for the human males, the males would soon
discover that, every night when they went to "sleep" within their
dream world, they would wake up in their cube and be milked to
dozens of powerful orgasms; their reproductive parts
hyper-stimulated to produced gallons of the precious seminal
fluid. That life-bringing drink would then be disseminated to the
hungry Grovoks and would allow the fleet the ability to leave the
galaxy.

  Of course, when their milking was over, each male's mind would
be wiped of the experience before he "awoke" in the Shapy'arak.
It wouldn't due, of course, for the males to remember their
milkings while in the Dream as that knowledge might lead them to
despair. Of course, the side effect was that every night,
billions of males "awoke" to devious tentacles raping them to
climax after climax. It was especially interesting to watch the
young males, the five and seven and nine year olds, experience
their "first" kiddie-cum day after day after day.

  Over the course of the long journey, a few odd Grovoks/Human
interactions would take place. Some Grovoks would come to prize
drinking the human seminal fluid from its source; always from the
younger males as their erect genitals were much easier to
swallow. Thus, it would become a common practice for Grovoks to
approach a young male, perhaps six or eight years old, in the
midst of his milking, remove the appendage attached to his
genitals, and slurp down his pre-pubescent sex organ so the child
would ejaculate four, or five, or six times directly into the
Grovoks hungry mouth. Several generations into the journey, it
became a popular pastime for the young human males to be removed
completely from their cubes and sodomized by groups of Grovoks;
having discovered how wonderful a young human male's anal passage
felt on their own stiff sexual orgasms, many Grovoks learned to
love the inter-species sex. One intrepid geneticist even
discovered how to make the humans lust after the Grovoks
themselves, giving rise to an entire industry where human boys
(once they got to old, they would enter the Shapy'arak) acted as
avid sex-pets.

  But of course, all these things occurred once the fleet left
our galaxy. You, dear reader, are wondering what happened to
Brice. Well, the boy entered the Shapy'arak and was immediately
reunited with his parents. He found himself in a beautiful land,
filled with wonderful food and comfort, surrounded by his loved
ones. Think, the Elysian Fields or the Garden of Eden. He
couldn't exactly remember how he got there, obviously. No one
could. But, as the years progressed, he found himself happy. It
was a true paradise and, every night before he went to bed, he
was grateful for the life he lived. Of course, once he fell
asleep, he was immediately "awoken" by a tentacle milking his
boycock and another fucking his ass; sending him to mind-blowing
orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm and wondering how the hell he
got there.