The Chronicles of Ahr

The Chronicles of Ahr

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Chapter Two

a) Arc LXIX is Boarded

The Ahrgons were humanoid to outward appearances, but, in physical reality, very different. They were a military society, and even the youngest of the males wore the standard uniforms of their armed forces. 

The invaders boarded the ship, capturing virtually everyone on board, Grovvian and Terran. They had brought, presumably in exchange, a shipload of their injured slaves, leaving behind some six hundred Human males from fourteen to twenty-five years of age—all in emaciated and starved condition. Most could not walk and were carried on litters to the transport ship.

Sebastian, Acio, the other Terrans, and the entire Grovvian crew were taken onboard the Ahrgonian vessel. Within an hour they jumped and were traveling at FTL speed toward the Planet Ahr.

A while after the brief jump, The Ahrgonian ship came within sight of a blue planet.

“Ahr!” a passing soldier said to them, pointing out the porthole.

The bay doors were opened at the space port’s landing pad and they were unloaded and herded into the port building, where they were placed in holding cells. The Ahrgon port guards began taking them to the Cleansing and Sanitizing Facility in groups of forty. Their filthy clothes, as they were, were taken and thrown into a huge incinerator; and, as the boys emerged, they were given only clean loin-cloths, which left little to the imagination, as far as their bodies were concerned.

From there, they were taken to the Mess, which was cafeteria- style. Not having eaten properly in many weeks, most filled their trays, and sat poking their mouths full with both hands. Surprisingly, the food was quite good.

Afterward, they were taken to a huge “sorting” room, where the Humans were separated from the Grovvians; and then each group was separated roughly into age groups. Finally, they were separated even further, and given room assignments. A few were given private rooms, although tiny; others were placed in groups of four and larger. There was no obvious reason for this last sorting -- they just did it; and by the time it was over several hours had passed and the boys were all exhausted. Most couldn’t wait until they were allowed to sleep.

b) Trapped on the Planet Ahr

Sebastian woke up in a small cubicle with only a loincloth for clothing. There was only a narrow cot, a nightstand and a chamberpot. He had just finished using the latter, when his door was jerked open suddenly. 

“You will come with us!” a gruff-voiced Ahrgon ordered. He was accompanied by two other guards, all their faces almost totally hidden by their helmets, making them all look alike.
He was marched down several long hallways into a chamber which served as a waiting room with four straight chairs. The guards tried the other two doors, and found them locked. Then they turned and left, locking the door behind them. After a few moments the waiting room door opened.

“You!” “Hi, Acio, what are you doing here?”

“Ha! I’m locked up here; same as you!”

“Well, then...how come you’re walking around loose, and I’m not?”

“I’m a trustee! This is not my first time here.”

“Really? Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“Yeah, right! Is that what you’re gonna do? Rush to tell everybody what you did while you were here?”

“Uh...Well, no!”

“So you see?”

A stern-faced Ahrgon officer came into the chamber and regarded the two youngsters.

“What have we here? You two know each other?” The Ahrgon Commander, Garr, looked at them appraisingly.

“Yeah!”

“No!”

“Well, which is it.”

“We know each other,” Sebastian said.

“But we’re not friends!” Acio added.

“Oh, good! Well, you’re going to become very good friends—right now!” He turned to Acio, “You will help with the blond one’s harvest!”

Opening the door to a large room adjoining the waiting area, the Ahrgon motioned that Sebastian should enter ahead of them, then turned toward Acio.

“Get in there with him!”

The room was filled with strange devices and machinery. Acio stood shivering, but still.

“Now!” the Ahrgon commanded.

Acio ran into the room, and Garr entered and slammed the door behind him.

“Now! Take off your clothes! Hurry! That’s it! The sandals, too! Well, what about your underwear? Now!”

The Ahrgon handed the thin leather Harvest Sheath to Acio. “You must first slip this over his erect penis. Then...”

The boy moved to comply, then stopped, puzzled.

“Sir?” “What is it? Why are you interrupting me?”

“Sir, there is a problem with the Harvest Sheath. It doesn’t fit!”

“Well, it doesn’t have to be tight. Just drape it evenly all the way around, so that when I slip the pump over it, there will be a smooth fit.”

“That’s not the problem, Sir.”

“Oh, no! Don’t tell me it’s so small as to be useless!”

Humans were so unpredictable!

“I’m afraid so, Sir. His cock wouldn’t fit into this little thing in a million years!”

The startled Ahrgon spun around. Acio was holding the leather harvest sheath in one hand and Sebastian’s thick, turgid, eight-inch-long cock in the other hand in puzzlement.

The Ahrgon was furious!

“That will never fit into the pump! What can I do about this. This has never happened to me before in the demonstrations!”

Sebastian looked curiously at the strange apparatus of hoses and pumps.

“What do you do with my Spooge?” Sebastian queried.

“Your what?”

“My Spooge! The juice that comes out!”

[“Spooge...?”]

The Ahrgon looked at Sebastian as though he were an idiot for not knowing the obvious.

“Why, I drink it, of course!”

“You...drink it?” Sebastian was astonished.

“Well, what did you think I did with it? That’s how I stay young!”

“I don’t think it’s working!” Sebastian replied, a small sneer on his face. Anyone over twenty was old!

“Of course, it’s working! I just don’t have enough of it. It must be from a virgin, that is, one who has yet to impregnate a female, and must be as fresh as possible. Even half-a-minute is too long to wait. It loses its potency with exposure to air.”

“Then why don’t you just take it directly from the spout,” Sebastian asked, with a small giggle.
Acio looked at him in shock. Sebastian was alright with all this?

“And just what do you mean by that, you saucy young man?”

“Well, just ‘harvest’ it yourself!” “You mean...di...rect...ly?”

“Yeah, just come over here and slide your lips down over it. That will keep any air from hitting the Spooge at all. It will be the freshest Spooge you ever had.” The Ahrgon could not be that dumb. Or could he?

The Ahrgon looked at him in disgust...then, his face brightened.

“I will simply harvest Acio twice a day from now on!”

“No! Please!”

“Well, if you gave more...what did you call it?” Garr turned to Sebastian.

“Spooge!”

“Yes, that! Spooge!”

The Ahrgon looked from Acio to Sebastian, as if trying to decide what to do next. Finally, he grabbed a chair and drew it to Sebastian.

“Oh, hells! stand on this!” Garr ordered, exasperated.

The boy climbed up on the chair, and, when he stood, his erect penis was exactly level with the Ahrgon’s mouth. Garr slowly clasped the thick organ overhanded with his left hand and drew it into his mouth, halfway to the pubis.

The Ahrgon’s aphrodisiacal pheromone immediately penetrated Sebastian’s skin, passing directly into his bloodstream. The boy experienced a violent, shuddering rush of lust, and his cock almost doubled in thickness, becoming steel-hard.

“Ungh! Oh, shit!” Sebastian cried. “That is the best feeling I ever had! Oh! Ungh! What caused this feeling?”

Garr continued his long sucking stokes as Sebastian spasmed in ecstasy.

“You better slow down or it’s coming soon!”

Garr pulled off of Sebastian’s throbbing cock.

“Impossible! It takes the machine an hour sometimes to wring it out of one like you!”

Again, he slid his lips down over the hard, swollen organ, sucking up and down in short counter-strokes as he slipped gradually down to the pubic hair.

“Ungh! Ungh!” Sebastian cried, as two thick ropes of sperm shot down his fat pipe and into the Ahrgon’s throat. “Ungh! Ungh!” Two more.

Again and again Sebastian’s thick staff erupted the fresh boy-sperm until the Ahrgon was almost choking trying to keep from losing a drop.

Finally, Sebastian’s knees were shaking so hard, he could no longer stand.

“You may get down from the chair. That was extraordinary! I have registered that you emitted nearly 400 mezzo-zaks of Spooge during that harvest. That’s easily twenty times as much as most, and five times as much as the most prolific one I ever saw.”

He looked deprecatingly at Acio.

“Now why is it that you can’t give this much Spooge? Oh, well...most never can! It’s a shame I have no time for this except once a week.”

Sebastian looked up in horror. He just might...just might...be able to stand it here a few days, if he could have that feeling every day to look forward to, but once a week?

“Once a week?” Sebastian asked, incredulously. “But if it’s not...uh...‘harvested’...every day, it will just go to waste. It will shoot out at night when I sleep!”

“What do you mean!”

“Well, uh...it’s sorta like a semi-uh...automatic type thing. You can make it ‘harvest’ early by helping it along; or, you can leave it alone and it will do it anyway...understand?”

“Well, I suppose...but that means I must have you watched as you sleep so that I might be informed in the event of one of these ‘automatic’ harvests?”

“Why can’t you...uh...just ‘harvest’ me yourself—every day, huh?

“Well...because! You surely don’t think you are the only boy in my dungeon? What kind of a person do you think I am?”

“Well, uh...I think it would...well, uh...take way too long for me to tell you that!” He looked at Acio, who was looking his way smugly.

“You know,” he began, eyeing Acio, “I’ve always heard that swallowing Spooge causes you make more yourself! I used to taste mine...I mean...when it came out at night...and woke me up...I didn’t really know what it was...so I tasted it a coupla times.”

“I always knew you were a prevert!” Acio sneered, unaware of his misappropriation of words.

“Well, that’s probably why you don’t give so much when you’re ‘harvested;’ huh, Sir.” Sebastian looked soberly at the Ahrgon. “Probably he needs to swallow a lot of Spooge, and that might make him give off a lot more.”

He paused as if considering the matter, then continued.

“Hey! You could just let him ‘harvest’ me when you can’t, and it would make him start spewing it out like a firehose, I bet!”

Acio looked panic-stricken. Sebastian smiled to himself. The Ahrgon had swallowed that story—hook, line and sinker.

“All right now! You!” he pointed at Acio. “Get over there and sit on that chair.”

Acio looked around frantically. There was no escape; he was going to be forced to suck Sebastian’s dick. He thought he would rather die, than to have Sebastian see him do that.

“Now, you, blond boy, stand in front of him so that your organ is almost even with his mouth.”

“Wait, Sir! On second thought, I bet he would spew off nearly as much as I do, if you took his directly, too—just like you did mine.” Sebastian’s bloodstream was still saturated with the pheromone; and he was beginning to get horny again.

“What did you say?”

“Take Acio’s organ into your lips like you did mine. Maybe he’ll have the same charge that I got from it. I never Spooged that much before. It had to be your lips that caused me to make so much!”

“Of course! The pheromone! Stand up, boy!” the Ahrgon ordered.

Acio jerked his pants down to the floor, deftly stepping out of them; and his sizably impressive love-stick sprang up and slapped him on the stomach. It was nearly as long as Sebastian’s. The head was smaller but it gained thickness until the middle, where it was some thicker than the blond boy’s, then diminished again toward his pubis.

“That’s a great one!” Sebastian observed. “I never noticed your dick before.”

“That’s not what I would have guessed,” Acio said, accusingly.

“Well, I never did, anyway!”

The Ahrgon sat down in the chair and grabbed Acio’s fat shaft overhanded, as he had Sebastian’s. He slid his hand up the staff until he hit Acio’s pubis; then, he unfurled a long slick tongue and slavered Acio’s now-throbbing pole from the swollen tube on the underside of the base, slowly up to its swollen head.

“Ungh! Ungh!” Acio cried, as the pheromone surged into his bloodstream. His cock throbbed uncontrollably, and he looked hungrily at Sebastian’s own up-throbbing pole, swinging up and down in a sixteen-inch arc.

Suddenly Acio reached over, grabbed Sebastian’s thick, fat cock, and pushed his lips down over it as far as he could.

“Oh! Ungh!” Sebastian shuddered with lust; and he grabbed Acio’s head like a cabbage, forcing it up and down on his rigid pole like he was fucking a cantaloupe.

“Ungh!” cried Sebastian as his sperm began gushing up the inside of his fat pole.

This triggered Acio’s own violent orgasm, but he held on bravely as Sebastian’s heavy Spooge gushed into his throat, and his own into the Ahrgon’s.

[Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!] [Gulp! Gulp! Gulp!]

“That was terrific, Acio! Out-fuckin’-standing!” Sebastian offered enthusiastically.

“Yeah, it was!” the boy agreed, looking at Sebastian strangely.

“It’s working, it’s working!” Garr was almost shouting. He was looking at his hands and arms. “That registered another 400 mz., 800 mz., with the two of you in combination! I could do this maybe twice a week!”

“What about the rest of the week?” Acio asked, looking at Sebastian. “I guess if we ‘harvest’ each other every other day together, and he ‘harvests’ us on the days in between, he will soon be as young as we are again? Huh? What do you think, Sebastian?” he continued, hopefully.

“No doubt about it!” Sebastian agreed, looking hungrily at Acio’s still half-hard staff. He grasped it with his right hand and it jerked, swelling to almost a full erection. He turned toward the Ahrgon.

“You still have some time. You could do me...uh, ‘harvest’ me again, and I could ‘harvest’ Acio.”

“So soon?”

“Well, I think it’s something about your spit.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“There’s something about your spit...er, saliva...that causes a tingling deep down in my balls and then shoots out all over my body!”

“Yeah!” Acio said. “It’s like you make us do a better job!” he turned to wink at Sebastian. “It works much better with your mouth than with the machine.”

“By the way,” asked Sebastian, looking at the Ahrgon’s crotch, “do you have one of these, too?”

No slave had ever asked an Ahrgon that! Garr glared at him defensively.

“Of course, I do, and your reaction is to a primitive pheromone that we Ahr exude into the air; although our sex organs are not actually used any longer. Our science has made all that unnecessary!”

“Unnecessary? You mean you never make yourself Spooge?”

“It is as I said. We have a device that captures and stores our ‘Spooge’ for reproductive purposes. It is harvested painlessly from us and we do not have to bother with it ourselves.”

“Show us your sex organ,” Sebastian suggested. Garr looked at him strangely. “Well, I have an idea that would make us produce even more Spooge for you. But you would have to help.”

“As you said, I could soon be as young as the two of you again, if I had enough of it. I didn’t dream anything like that could happen, and I would have been happy to stay as I am—or as I appear. I now appear to be the age of around twenty-two of your years.”

“Show us yours,” Acio chimed in, insistently, curious now, and still horny from the pheromone.
“Well, this is highly irregular, but…,” he was intrigued.

The Ahrgon removed the jacket of his uniform. Immediately they could see the outline of a large tube reaching from his crotch up under his belt and pointing between his nipples. There was still a substantial bulge in the crotch of his pants.

He removed his shirt, revealing a twenty-four-inch long, banana- thick organ which moved snake-like, seemingly of its own accord. The pants dropped to the floor revealing a second organ of even more length, which seemed to have peristaltic movements—rings of thickness around the circumference, moving along the length of it, also, seemingly, of their own accord.

Both boys stood stricken, as they gaped at the strange sight. They were both near enough as to be able to reach out and touch either organ.

Acio reached out his hand toward the lower one, and it seemed to sense his nearness. The bulbous head came to his hand and he grasped it lightly, suddenly feeling a strong wave of lust. He was almost panting as he held onto it.

“Oh! Ungh! Don’t! Ungh! You mustn’t touch them!” the Ahrgon insisted.

“Why not? You certainly have touched ours!” Sebastian retorted.

“I don’t know why not; it just isn’t done! One never touches one’s probes! Ungh! Ummmmmmm...! Oh! Ohhhhhh...! Stop...!” the Ahrgon insisted, trying to pull away.

DAMN, but that felt GOOD!

“But what about what we have been doing together? Is that done?”

Acio hadn’t released his hold on the quivering organ and it began, of its own accord, to bring the head that he was clutching down to his pubic level. Like a snake it began nosing its way out of his hand and rubbing itself under his balls, extending itself further back, between his legs. He felt something slick slide between his ass-cheeks and probe his anus. His body was tingling and he hadn’t taken a breath in seconds.

All at once, he reached out and gently squeezed the upper probe, taking the fat head into his hand.

“Ungh! No! Stop!” Garr cried. He was unable to control his probes.

Acio forced his mouth over the fat head of the engorged organ, and felt the lower probe begin to adjust its size, reducing the diameter of the head somewhat, until it suddenly popped into his tight asshole.

“Ooooh!” he cried as its diameter started diminishing to increase the length of the organ and it began to slip snake-like up into his twitching ass.

“Umph!” Acio croaked, as the upper probe began to adjust accordingly, slipping into his throat, deeper and deeper. He didn’t know how, but he was well able to breathe around it as it twisted and coiled of its own mind.

The lower one began to slip in and out with a slow whipping motion and the upper one followed its lead.

Acio was groaning helplessly, and his painfully engorged penis was swollen to a size larger than ever before.

“Gods!” cried Garr. “I never knew how it used to work! I have never felt anything to match this feeling!”

He bent over, lifting Acio’s heavy penis to his lips. A thick rope of Spooge was drooling from the slit and the Ahrgon lapped it up with his long, slick tongue. That set off Acio’s orgasm; and sperm shot hotly into the Ahrgon’s mouth, causing him to pump Acio’s throat and ass full of hot Ahrgon Spooge, which burned and caused a blinding lust that put the first pheromone contact to shame.

Sebastian couldn’t stand it any longer. He climbed up on a chair and jacked his engorged cock into the Ahrgon’s mouth, spurting load after load of hot boy-cum into his throat.