Seed

Once the human race had been conquered by the aliens, (which, given the endless disagreements between national leaders over how best to defend the planet, took only a week,) the invaders wasted no time clearing away the rubble to make way for their “Seed” harvesting plants: vast industrial facilities as big as the cities they replaced, where nubile young human males — the most virile of their species — were taken to be “milked” of Seed to nourish their extraterrestrial overlords.

Thomas had managed to evade capture for several months, moving across country, hiding out in various abandoned buildings, but had finally been caught while attempting to scavenge for food late one evening. Before he had time to turn and run, a mass of wriggling tentacles descended from the sky, wrapped themselves around his skinny young twink body, and dragged him off the street into one of their roaming pods. He tried to scream for help, but the only people around to hear his hysterical cries were locked safely in their homes and wouldn’t dare risk taking to the streets. Trapped inside the dark confines of the podlet, Thomas was stripped of his clothing by the tentacles as he was transported to the nearest harvesting plant.

‘Oh God, no! No, no, please! Get away from me, aaagh!’ He shrieked and squirmed as his shoes were roughly yanked off. Then his socks were slowly peeled off, and he couldn’t stop himself from shuddering and laughing as probing little tendrils began to explore his bare skin, tickling the soles of his feet and slithering between each of his toes. ‘Aahahahaha, no! No, no, ssstop! Fuck, please God, help me, help, help!’ The tentacles ripped his shirt off and more tendrils crawled around his nipples and poked into his belly button, provoking more terrified giggles and struggling. He gulped as he felt the tentacles slipping under the waistband of his jeans and tugging them off his flailing legs, and then finally worming into his boxer shorts to rip them apart while groping at his privates.

He found himself thinking of the rumours he’d heard about what happened to captured boys like him in those frightening alien factories. His heart thumped in his chest, and he felt dizzy and nauseous. He had never felt so vulnerable: exposed and pinned down, his limp dick flopping about as he was molested and tickled by the creepy tentacles inside the scary, claustrophobic pod. He wasn’t exactly sure what they were going to do to him; he only knew it had something to do with what the aliens called “Seed”, which was enough to make him sick with dread. He had seen many of his friends and other boys dragged off by the tentacled pods, but had naively allowed himself to believe it would never happen to him — but now they had him, like a fly in their web, and to the aliens he was little more than a primitive plaything for them to violate, debase, and objectify as they pleased, with no regard for his self-proclaimed “rights” or “feelings”.

‘Where are you taking me? What do you want? Why are you doing this? What are you gonna do to me?’ Thomas knew it was futile; since the aliens had arrived, they had made no attempt whatsoever to communicate. Such was their contempt for the puny humans, they felt no obligation to explain themselves or negotiate. They simply went wherever they wanted, took whatever they liked, and did whatever they wished. There was no one to stop them. Thomas began to snivel quietly. ‘Oh God, oh fuck... no, please, don’t let this happen to me, please, please...’

When the pod stopped moving, the tentacles ceased molesting Thomas and tightly coiled around his wrists and ankles to lift him out of it as it opened up. He put up a frantic struggle, but the tentacles stretched his limbs out taut. However, he soon froze in terror as he finally got a good look at the inside of the mysterious harvesting plant:

Rows upon rows of captured young men were strapped naked into clinical-looking chairs, with their legs raised up in stirrups, spread wide apart, and wrists clamped above their heads. Each boy’s asshole was being penetrated by a fat slimy tentacle while they clenched their fists in agony, and their ballsacks were stuffed through vibrating rings which made their nuts jiggle and bounce.

They were being milked like cows. Large squelching pumps mechanically masturbated their erect cocks, vigorously jerking up and down non-stop, noisily sucking them off. Thomas could see them unwillingly shooting their loads as all their cum was pumped through a tube that fed into a tank mounted beside each chair. Their faces were fixed in expressions of shock, stained with tears, wincing, sobbing, their mouths agape as they grunted, whimpered, and protested.

Dozens of aliens moved slowly along the rows, pausing to inspect the exhausted boys’ shivering bodies with their fleshy tendrils; stroking their smooth soles while they wailed with unhappy laughter, squeezing their soft pink nipples while they moaned, probing their belly buttons, tickling their exposed armpits. It was hard to describe the aliens, because they were so unlike anything any human had ever seen; they were not like the typical humanoids you saw in sci-fi movies. They bore more resemblance to those weird prehistoric fish that are rarely glimpsed in the darkest depths of the ocean, and they communicated with each other via a series of guttural croaks, almost like frogs.

‘No... no... please... fuck... no...’ Thomas could barely speak, his mouth was so dry, his lips quivering. He couldn’t comprehend what he was witnessing. It was all so bizarre, so perverse, like some freaky sexual nightmare; but the pungent scent of sweat and jizz, and the constant sound of slurping pumps and anguished groans reminded him he wasn’t dreaming. The tentacles firmly gripped his wriggling naked body and lowered him into an empty chair while he stammered ‘No, no, no, no, no,’ over and over again. Two of the aliens were waiting for him. He stared at them in horror as the tentacles released him into their clutches, whereupon they strapped him in place, lifting his legs to secure his ankles and shackling his arms over his head. He looked left and right in a panic, along the row of boys all being pumped either side of him, each too traumatised by his own sexual torment to notice the newcomer and certainly in no position to help him.

The aliens slipped the vibrating ring over his nut sack. The pulsations were so much more intense and unbearable than any human vibrator. Thomas shook his head wildly, desperately begging his alien abusers to stop. If only he understood how sadistically entertained they were by his unintelligible whining. The “hoomuns” made such delectable sounds when subjected to sexual stimuli.

To provoke even more squealing and babbling, they began simultaneously tickling his feets and pits — they had learned that this almost always caused something called “giggling”, a most pleasurable noise. As their slippery tendrils scurried up and down his soft bare soles, wiggled in-between his toes, and fluttered deep in his fluffy pits, he convulsed and howled with laughter. ‘Naahahahaha! Hehehehelp, pleeease! Nuh, nuh, sss-ssstop, stop!’ He was so distracted by the tickle torture, and determined to break free of his restraints, that he didn’t notice the tentacle slithering out from under his chair — until it slithered up between his butt cheeks.

‘Uggh! What... oh God, no, what the faaah...’ Thomas, already breathless and still snorting with laughter from the persistent tickling, gasped as the wet appendage squirted a gelatinous substance around his anus and began probing at his clenched, virgin, straight boy hole. ‘Gngh! No! Please — aahahahaha, fuck — please, please, I — hahahaha — I don’t want this, I don’t want this, let me go!’ He let out a cry of agony as the tentacle plunged deep into his ass, forcing its way inside him no matter how hard he tried to fight it, squelching as the slime oozing from its pores kept him lubed and moist, making it easier to slip deeper and deeper until it was rubbing against his prostate, an intimate area which had never been touched before and made him yelp and wince.

With his ballsack dangling through the vibrating ring, and the aliens still tickling his soles and pits, and the tentacle fucking his hole, his cock was beginning to grow, despite his overwhelming fear and disgust. He glanced again at the lads being forcibly masturbated, probed, and fondled alongside him, hearing their frightened groans and pleas as they grunted through orgasm after orgasm, cumming endlessly, their eyes wide with distress, and a wave of hopelessness came over him; if this were a movie, the army would burst in and rescue them all, but there was no army left and no one to save them. Now they were nothing but prime milking stock.

Thomas started to sob and tremble uncontrollably, even as his cock grew more erect and his foreskin slipped back to reveal the mushroom head, pink and glistening with pre-cum, which attracted the unwelcome attention of the aliens. They continued to tickle him as they leant in closer to his twitching semi and dipped their long slender tongues into his slit simultaneously. Thomas flinched at the feeling of two wriggling tongues slurping all that sticky sauce fresh from his slit. His gritted his teeth and thrashed against his restraints. He could feel the tentacle opening him up, painfully stretching his hole as it thrust in and out of him. The ring around his sack made his balls tingle. And now the aliens were gulping down his pre-cum while their creeping, crawling tendrils danced over his bare flesh, making him giggle and snivel helplessly.

And then it was time to extract the Seed.

Seed was considered an exquisite delicacy among the aliens; rich and nourishing, with a curious piquant flavour and a pleasantly thick consistency. And the spunky young hoomun males produced so much of it, particularly when subjected to relentless sexual stimulation and regular doses of a highly potent alien drug, which was administered orally with their daily feedings and increased their production of Seed far beyond what nature would normally permit. The aliens craved it to the point of addiction, so needed to harvest copious amounts of the stuff, which necessitated keeping their creamy captives in a near-constant state of arousal, spurting gallons of fresh Seed in spite of their stubborn resistance and miserable squirming. It amused the aliens to see how terrified the males were at being reduced to livestock after being so used to their hoomun freedom and fun. Now they were finally learning their place in the cosmos, fulfilling their true purpose supplying plentiful Seed.

Now it was Thomas who squirmed in his chair looking terrified, as the aliens finished lapping the pre-Seed from his slit and ceased tickling him to insert his throbbing penis into the pump. The ring kept buzzing noisily around his bouncing ballsack and the tentacle continued to violate his hole while he stoically panted and puffed. Every time the greasy tip brushed against his prostate he felt an overpowering urge to cum, but he fought it with all his strength. One of the alien beings gave him some kind of injection — the “primer dose” of their cum-stimulating hormone drug — and Thomas totally flipped out.

‘Nugh! No... oh God, no! What was that? What the fuck did you give me? Please, don’t do this, don’t do this, please, please... ugh... no, no, you can’t, I don’t wanna cum, please, don’t make me, no, no, stop... help me, please, someone help me...’ Thomas’s eyes were fixed on the pump in disbelief; it was dripping with some unknown oily residue as the aliens slipped it snugly over his rock hard dick. He was repulsed by the thought of his semen being physically pumped out of him and collected up, like all the other young guys around him. Yet that was exactly what was going to happen, whether he wanted it or not. With the tentacle fucking his twink hole and teasing his prostate, his nut sack at the mercy of the pulsating ring, and the sadistic aliens resuming tickling his feet and pits and now tweaking his tender nipples as well, the pump began noisily sucking and slurping on his aching cock, aggressively jerking him off against his will while he whimpered nervously and violently tugged at his restraints.

‘Unnnngh... ngh... aaaaannggh...’

‘Nnnnngh... uggggh... hngh...’

‘Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, uuuuugh...’

He could hear the tortured groans of all the boys around him, each of them ejaculating repeatedly into their pumps, with all their gloopy white semen spurting through the tubes into their Seed tanks. Frenzied and confused thoughts rushed through his mind, and his hole tightened around the tentacle as the pump jerked his foreskin over and back across his wet glans again and again. He tried to shout for help, tried to scream, but all he could do was breathlessly snort and snicker as the aliens’ tendrils slithered between his wiggling toes and scuttled around his nips in ticklish little circles.

‘No... nah... hahaha, uggh... ungh, ungh, ungh...’ Then Thomas realised that he was now grunting and groaning, just like all the others along the rest of the row, and clenching his fists and shaking his head in anguish, with sweat trickling down his face and his muscles tensing and his quivering hole being raped by a gross fucking tentacle while the pump mercilessly masturbated his unwilling cock until he shot his first load. ‘Hhnngh! Unngh, ugh, ngh, no... uugh, aaah...’ His first milky load was taken from him, pumped straight from his nuts, which were full of unharvested Seed, and sucked up into his tank. He barely had time to cringe at this sickening detail before he felt himself shooting again. ‘Uuggh, shit, no, not again, uuugh, ungh, ungh, nnngh...’ Another spurt of thick Seed erupted from his slit to be pumped into the tank — and another — and another — each more intense and less pleasurable than the last, until it was just an automatic process — spurt, spurt, spurt — out of his control, though he was desperately willing himself to stop.

He couldn’t understand what was happening to him; it was like his biological responses had been turned up to eleven and were being exploited to force him to keep cumming when his balls should be dry and he couldn’t possibly have any more sperm left to give. It must have been that drug they gave him... not to mention the thing pounding his guts, and the vibrator cuffed around his sack, and the ticklish groping of his feets, pits, and nips — and his belly button, and his taint, as the aliens closely examined and fondled every little nook and crevice of his defenceless naked hoomun male body.

‘Uuugh... oh God, oh God, what’s happening... why won’t it stop, please make it stop... aaaahhh, nnngggh, no, no, no... ungh, ungh, ungh... fuck, oh fuck, oh God, please, no more... no more, no more... naaaah... uggh, uuggh...’ Thomas was trapped in his own private sexual hell: straining against the tight shackles around his wrists and ankles, sniggering through clenched teeth when the aliens poked between his toes or brushed their tendrils through his armpit fuzz, feeling his sore virgin hole stretched around the tentacle stuffed inside him, screaming internally “NO” while his body said “YES”, enduring one humiliating ejaculation after another, and glancing with rage and loathing at the tank beside him, slowly filling up with all his gooey cum. He had never imagined, and certainly never thought he’d see, what all his semen would look like collected up in one big container like that. But there it was, a disgusting quantity of his thick white essence; he could hardly believe it had all been extracted from his own balls.

And he was still cumming. There was no respite; the pumping was relentless. The aliens wanted every drop of Seed from their hoomun cum cow.

‘Nngh, uggh, uggh, uggh, ungh...’ The milk was systematically jerk-jerk-jerked out of Thomas’s cock in long sticky stringy loads, sucked from his juicy slit, pumped out into the tank, until he was shrieking for mercy. His balls felt numb, and the tip of his dick was red raw. He threw his head back in despair — and saw another fat tentacle descending from above. Before he had time to react, it had invaded his mouth, stuffing his throat. He tried to bite down on it, but his jaw was wedged open too wide. As if it weren’t degrading enough having another hole violated by another tentacle, it began to ejaculate its own “milk” down his throat, forcing him to swallow. ‘MMMPPPHH! UNNNNGH!’ He cried out in alarm as the warm fluid washed over his tongue with an acrid taste, and from the corner of his eye he could see the other boys also gagging on their own tentacles.

It was feeding time. Each young man was reluctantly guzzling down a specially-formulated protein to provide them with all the vitamins and nutrients they required to stay healthy, followed by liquid to keep them hydrated, as well as another dose of drugs to enhance their Seed production, and a chemical compound to slow down the ageing process — thus ensuring they all remained young, dumb, and full of cum for many more years to pass. ‘Guuggh, rrrgh...’ Thomas gurgled, with panic in his eyes. The aliens ceased feeling him up; they couldn’t have him laughing and choking on his feeder. Besides, there were other boys who needed their attention. They carried on further along the row, leaving Thomas to be spit-roasted by the tentacles while the pump continued to suck his cock dry without remorse.

Once the hoomuns had been fed, watered, and drugged, the tentacles pulled out of their mouth holes and retracted back above their heads. Thomas coughed and spluttered, but quickly resumed grunting and moaning in sexual agony, still spurting consistently into the pump. He couldn’t believe that being forced to cum could be such torture. In the “before times”, before the invasion, he was just like any typical young male; checking out cute girls in the street, wanking over hot female celebs, enjoying a bit of casual fun with a few girls he knew, plus a couple of short-term girlfriends. He would jerk off maybe twice a day, three times if he was really horny. Not like this. He never could have imagined such a depraved ordeal as having his straight boy cock repeatedly masturbated non-stop, being made to surrender all his nut, “milked” like some farm animal. There was no pleasure in this; only terror, confusion, and seething anger. Someone should find these ugly bastards’ home world and fucking nuke it to hell for this!

...pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...

‘Uuuggh...’

‘Nnnngh...’

‘Oh God, oh God, aaaaah...’

All around him, Thomas could hear the sex noises of the other cum cows, and the constant industrial hum of vibrators buzzing and mechanical milking machines all pumping in unison. Occasionally, the din was punctuated by the sound of some helpless lad pleading through tearful laughter as he was tickled. There was the odd shout of “DON’T FUCKING COME NEAR ME!”, or a plaintive whine of “I can’t cum anymore, someone make it stop!”, but Thomas was too engulfed in his own orgasmic nightmare to notice. His stretched hole felt like it was on fire as the oozing tentacle kept drilling his ass and tapping his “g-spot”.

‘Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Ungh! Uuungh!’ Thomas tensed up in the chair as he unwillingly gave up another load and watched it get sucked into the tankful of gloop. The pump automatically lubricated itself and oil trickled down his bulging shaft.

...pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...

spurt ‘Ugh, ugh, ngh...’ spurt, spurt ‘No, ungh, fuck, ngh, enough, enough, please...’ spurt spurt spurt, spurt, spurt ‘Unngh, ungh, ungh, aaah shit, uggh...’ spurt, spurt

Eventually, after much cumming, Thomas’s balls did begin to run dry. His loads were less consistent, not as thick, but still the pump kept jerking him off. ‘Aaaaaaah, ffffffuck...’ Suddenly he was dry-cumming, suffering an agonising orgasm with no release, with the pump still sucking, thirsty for more Seed. He had tears in his eyes and he struggled ferociously, but he could barely move an inch. He cried out, he screamed; his balls were empty, his cock was so hard it hurt, and the head was hypersensitive after such a thorough draining. ‘Uuuuuugh, no! Stop, stop, stop! Aaaah...’

He was approached by another alien making its way along the row. Thomas pleaded with it: ‘Oh fuck, please, uugh, take it off, I’m done, aaah, look, unngh, I can’t cum anymore...’ But the alien had no intention of removing the pump. Instead, it inquisitively cocked its head to one side and began tickling Thomas’s bare soles. ‘Naaahahahahahah! No, no, no, uugh, hahahah, pleeeease!’

After a while, the last dose of drugs started to take effect and Thomas felt a queasy mixture of relief and dread. ‘Uugh... no... oh God... oh fuck, no... ungh, ungh, uggh...’ He broke down as a big creamy load spurted from his puckering slit; more Seed for the tank.

His hair was drenched with sweat, his pits dank with musk, his toes wiggling as the alien’s tendrils flitted up and down his soft soles. He whined as the tentacle fucked him and the pump made him cum again, and bit his lip as he tried to stifle a burst of tickle-induced laughter. He had been reduced to cum-slavery, a drone with no control over his own body, no freedom, no escape, no way to defend himself, kept naked and cumming at all times, to supply tank after tank of Seed with no end in sight. But he’d continue to resist, however futile. He wouldn’t let these sick creatures take his semen without a fight.

And all along Thomas’s row, and the rows in front of him, and the rows behind him, the boys whimpered and grunted and succumbed to the pumps, each of them squirming defiantly and sobbing hysterically, as all their tasty cream was extracted, gallons of succulent Seed for the aliens to salivate over and savour.

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