Far beyond the mountains, far from towns and other villages, there was a settlement, but it was not an ordinary settlement. It was inhabited only by young men in their prime. There were 32 of them, and each was about 19 years old.
Ronald, the elder, had known them all since they were children. He had been their mentor throughout their growing up and becoming. They were like sons to him. He raised them in harsh conditions, tempering their bodies and spirits. He was strict with them, but he did not forget about love. Not all of them survived, but those who passed the natural selection were the best versions of themselves.
Ronald watched as men who had the ideal of male beauty worked in the main square of their small settlement. Daily work and training had made their bodies muscular and strong, reminiscent of the bodies of gods. Their muscles flexed as they strained to hang various decorations for the annual harvest festival.
The elder, watching this action, sadly realized that his mission given by Them was fulfilled. The tragedy of this day was that this was the last day of joy and freedom for his boys, so let them have fun to the fullest on this day.
Ronald decided to walk around the square, assessing the work done. He saw how the boys were setting up various effigies that would soon be burned, setting up a large pole for a speed competition to see who could climb it the fastest. Every man passing by found time to greet the elder. Ronald responded with a smile and a nod, hiding his sadness. He looked at the happy faces of the young men around him, completely unaware of their own fate, and tried to put on a cheerful face for his almost sons.
“Come on, boys, get a move on, we’ll soon be celebrating!” he announced cheerfully, watching as the young men sped up.
In a little while, everything was ready. The tables were overflowing with food. His boys would have to be strong before They came. He watched as magnificent specimens of men competed in various games, including wrestling. Two men, dressed only in loose trousers, twirled around an artificial ring, which consisted of nothing more than a circle of branches. A crowd had formed around them, eagerly supporting their comrade.
They finally grabbed each other, actively trying to push the other out of the circle. Their muscles were clearly bulging with the tension of the fight. The guys pushed for a while until one of them fell out of the circle. Half the crowd screamed in delight for their comrade, but did not forget to support the loser. Ronald watched as one of them climbed the pole, the muscles on his arms bulging. Some were eating at the table, others were chatting.
It was getting on towards evening, and people began to gather around three straw effigies filled with vegetables. It was their annual tradition to burn three effigies so that the harvest would be better next year. But this evening the harvest would be different.
It was time to light the fire. Only Ronald, as the elder, took this honor upon himself. He took the lit torch and went up to the straw figures and began his speech.
"I am glad that we are all gathered here as one big family. Only our hard work and perseverance allowed us to survive here. I am happy that I was able to raise you from little boys into magnificent men. This year the harvest is very fertile, I am proud of you!" Ronald swallowed, "Hold on!" he said the last words and set all three scarecrows on fire.
The boys applauded and shouted enthusiastically. Ronald looked at their happy faces and immediately felt a familiar smell in the air, mixed with smoke. His penis responded to the smell, filling with blood. His body remembered all this suffering that happened in Their lair. They are coming.
The smell was getting stronger and his cock was rock hard and standing out against his pants. He knew what was coming next. He had prepared these men for this. They had given him these children just so he could raise them for this day in exchange for freedom. He had made sure there was a strict no-self-gratification or sex policy so their balls would be overflowing with juice by this point.
The smell had already become concentrated, that's how They smelled. It was Their special pheromone for men, exciting them to the limit. Ronald noticed how his guys were confused and were already asking about the strange smell. Their erect members were already visible. They were ashamed of this and tried to hide their belongings.
Then They came out. The skin of these humanoid creatures was grey. They looked like humans, but their eyes were completely black, and there was no hair on their bodies or heads. They were larger than humans, larger than any of his boys. Their large muscles were heavily tattooed, and their loincloths barely hid their enormous shafts.
They attacked from the darkness, entering the circle of light from the fire with lightning speed. The creatures quickly grabbed each muscular young man, threw ropes over them. They were too strong and fast, like predators. Their victims could not resist them, and in a few moments every boy in the square was captured, their hands tied.
Ronald watched it all, trying to distance himself emotionally from this nightmare. He looked at the horror in the boys' eyes, at their confusion and fear. Each one had a rock hard erection that looked like a bulge in their loose pants. They were all forced to their knees. The elder tried to drown out his conscience screaming at him that he had done something terrible.
One of the Creatures walked up to one of the boys, Victor, and looked him straight in the eyes. Victor's muscles were tense with fear, and his muscular arms were bulging with the effort of trying to break the bonds behind his back. The Creature touched his arms, feeling his hard biceps, squeezing them.
“Get away from me!” the boy shouted, trying to get away from the monster’s grip.
The creature ignored the boy and its hand moved to Victor's shirt. It tore the boy's shirt with ease, revealing his perfectly defined abs and muscular chest, leaving only shreds of shirt on his body, and began massaging his pectoral muscles. The boy growled, trying to move away from the persistent wet hands, but nothing worked.
The creature said, "GOOD. HARVEST. SLAVE," it continued to touch Victor, examining every part of his magnificent torso. A wet spot of precum had already formed on the captured youth's pants.
“BUT. HERE. NOT. ALL. SLAVES!” creaked the monster’s voice, along with the poor boy’s groans, “WE. GAVE. YOU. 37 BOYS. BUT. THERE. ONLY. 31 STUDS. WHERE. ARE. THE. OTHERS?”
What? 31? Where is the other one? Where did he run off to?
“Five died, and one more…”
“SILENCE. SLAVE. THEY. ARE. NOT. THERE. YOU. WILL. REPLACE. THEM.” the creature interrupted him.
"What? But... You promised me freedom if I raised them for you! No! No!" Ronald screamed, not caring what his boys thought of him. Not his anymore.
One of the creatures rushed towards him and grabbed him, tying a rope around his neck and putting fetters on his hands. The elder was horrified by the flood of memories of the hell he had experienced. He clearly remembered those smooth and slightly damp touches of those monsters.
“No! NO!” Ronald croaked in despair.
“YOU. ARE. TOLD. TO. BE. SILENT” the creature that held him down screamed, gagging him with its hand. The creature’s touch caused tingling in the places it touched, causing a strange shudder and a slight sexual pleasure that reminded him so much of the torture within the walls of Their caves. His erection began to leak precum.
The leader of the grey monsters continued to feel up his victim, he had definitely chosen Victor as his main producer. His hands slowly moved from the muscleman's torso to his pubis. The helpless bodybuilder was breathing heavily in excitement. His face expressed lust and disgust. The other muscular youths looked at this scene and were completely confused by what they saw. They did not understand what was happening to him, they did not understand what was happening to themselves.
The creature carefully pushed its hand into the pants of the burning with arousal guy, and touched his member. Victor seemed to choke, and then learned to breathe again. He groaned through his teeth, feeling an enormous pressure in his balls and cock. The invader slowly ran his hand along the guy's erection, causing an unbearable tingling of pleasure. But then the creature abruptly pulled its hand away and stood up, leaving the panting man on his knees with a twitching member.
The leader of the monsters shouted and hissed something, addressing his fellow tribesmen. They joyfully shouted back, at this time there was a strange inhuman expression on their faces. But Ronald knew what this expression meant.
The creatures around them began to tear the clothes off all the muscular young men, revealing their sculpted muscles, the beauty of which was emphasized by the light from the fire. Under their screams and useless threats, their clothes were roughly removed, leaving them naked and with an erection on display for everyone around. Ronald saw their confusion and horror. But the real nightmare was about to begin.
The creature holding Ronald quickly tore his clothes off, revealing a dripping, blood-filled cock that was just itching to be emptied. Ronald didn't resist, he had long known that it was a futile endeavor. The creature took thin ropes and with the precise precision of years of experience tied his cock and balls at the base, not giving the man a single chance to cum.
The elder stood stark naked in a pile of his torn rags and watched as they did the same to his boys. They screamed and groaned, tried to resist. But instead of running away, they only got bruises. Soon all the muscular young men were stripped naked and with their cocks tied up.
The monster standing next to him began to feel up Ronald. His insistent hands roamed all over his muscular slave body, leaving a wet trail on him. Each touch gave him a tingling sensation, causing impulses of pleasure. The disgusting creature continued to squeeze every muscle of Ronald, admiring its prey. It began to roughly squeeze the large pectoral muscles of the slave, and then lowered its head to the level of his chest and lowered its rough tongue to the excited right nipple, and with its other hand harshly dug its claws into the left nipple. Ronald moaned in tortured ecstasy, feeling a charge of electricity roll from his nipple to the center of excitement.
He screamed, trying to deal with the sensations these monsters were causing, but to no avail. His body had been tortured like this for years, but it was impossible to get used to. The creature moved its tongue to the other nipple, causing a new flood of sensations. And its hand went to Ronald's cock, stroking it insistently, lubricating it with its musk. The edge was crossed from the tingling sensation in his cock, and the pleasure turned into torture from which there was no escape. His cock twitched like a mouse in a trap with no way to cum, and viscous precum flowed from it. The creature collected this viscous liquid from its prey, and then rubbed it into its skin. His eyes rolled back in pleasure, and then it began to move on to the next stage.
To be continued...
