Disclaimer: This story contains thoughts and fantasies about abduction, being exposed and lots of forced masturbation. The idea being exposed to some faceless organization, which might have immoral methods but isn’t malicious plays a big role in this story.
Similar fantasies would be abduction by aliens and their subsequent sexual experiments.
The events in this story are pure fiction. An expression of my erotic and fetish fantasies – in which everything works out just fine for everyone involved. I wouldn’t want to experience such a scenario in real life, nor would I wish that on anyone else. (not without a heads up, and the usual talk about limits an expectations at least).
Intro
Nobody really knows who or what ‚The Collective‘ is. They are the secretive hunters of the night hiding in the abandoned industrial wastelands of the City, preying on innocent wanderers in their territory to do all sorts of sexual stuff to them. There are rumors: Diluted accounts from friends of friends who had some encounter with them, one more lewd than the last one...
I didn’t believe the stories. Urban legends. Modern horror fairy tales, with no place in reality. I was sure of that. At least until last Friday.
Chapter 1: The Abduction
Friday evening, and I was hitting the bars and clubs of the “Culture Harbor” district. One of the revived quarters of the City. Clubs in old warehouses, shops, cafes and bars occupying abandoned and renovated office buildings and workshops. I fine mixture of old rugged industrial harbor and modern urban culture.
My plans of find a girl to dance … and maybe more didn’t play out as anticipated. Maybe because I was new – just arrived here to study at the new university – and didn’t know the places to be or the clubs to hang out if you seek for some fun.
It was close to midnight and I was stranded in some bar in a red brick building with those large half blind windows, lots of visible steel beams, old mechanic stuff and a good mile long bar with craft beers. I had met a guy, seemingly as hapless as myself hanging out at the bar. And with no better option we started a nice, beer fueled conversation.
Jeff, as he introduced himself, also was a student but been here for a while now. We talked about beer, the girls here and somehow ended with the weird stories floating around. About the haunted mansions of the factory owners from back in the day – with horny ghosts lurking there.. or about the demented sexual experiments still going on in the old Sanatorium – one of quite a few old insane asylums in the city limits… And about those rubber drone monsters lurking in the industrial wasteland separating Culture Harbor and Student Town Districts.
He seemed to be quite a horny little fella. And maybe it was the alcohol… but while not believing what he told, the stories where quite interesting. I told him as much. Which got him drunkenly agitated, insisting that he knew those stories were true.
One word gave another – and no, we didn’t fall out in a fight… but we agreed to a bet. I should take the shortcut through the abandoned district. From here to the bridge over the river leading to the university dorms.
It was quite on the road, even when the ‘abandoned’ quarter wasn’t as abandoned. Some houses close to the main road had shops – closed and locked with iron bars for the night. In lone windows was still light. But the looming shadow of the old giant factories, the corroding towers of former industrial glory where everywhere.
“You know… one way I absolutely know, your stories are just that…”, I started, fumbling for words…
My beer buddy looked my way.
“Stories! Yes. Because IF there were some crazies hunting students for sports… to fuck them or whatever… you wouldn’t come with me… now would you?”
Proud of my logic, I took a few steps down the road. It was almost as if I could see the old iron bridge already. However looks are deceiving. Especially in an environment like this. The straight road crossing the district would end on some factory gate. That far I knew already.
“You do know the way?”, I asked Jeff.
“Yes. Don’t worry. In your condition we probably shouldn’t climb the old walls but go for the roads around the factory.”
“Ah.”, I remarked, sarcastically “To lure us deeper into the ‘hunting grounds’ amirite?!”
Minutes later, we left the main and followed a narrow alleyway. Along overflowing garbage containers, rusty fire ladders, the faint noises of thumping music from some hidden underground club nearby we reached a large backyard. Ramps for unloading trucks, unremarkable backsides of multi story houses. One side completely obscured by a brick wall – maybe belonging to some warehouse…
I had a strange feeling, seeing that open, yet dark space. The alleyway continued just on the other side – and from there we’d see the bridge already.
I didn’t fear some faceless monsters and pervert horrors… but pretty mundane things like drug dealers, gang members and those things…
“You know,… If those people-hunting dudes don’t show up soon, you loose your bet…”, I was just in the middle of the courtyard when I realized Jeff wasn’t there anymore. Shit!
I looked around but couldn’t see anything. But then… Footsteps! Somewhere in the alley in front of me.
Fuck! If it wasn’t so dark.
As if my prayers had been answered a light from behind cut through the darkness.
Illuminating three figures, darker even as the background with glowing red eyes!
Shit! I turned around, towards the source of the light, I couldn’t see much other than the silhouette of a van blocking the entrance and more movement. More of those… things!
For a moment I figured, I might break out to the side. Maybe find a way in one of those warehouses beyond the loading bays. I made a step in that direction and suddenly was hit by something… soft?
Suddenly something like a claw grasped for my neck, in panic I stumbled, tried to rip that thing off.
I realized it was some kind of thick strap… like a collar. Sticky with a strong smell of rubber. And it was moving on it’s own.
Another thing hit – on my ankle, grappling me. Suddenly my other ankle was hit and those two cuffs stuck together.
Before I could slam into the ground though, arms grabbed me. Held me up. I heard heavy mechanical breathing, saw for a moment into gas masks with red glasses. A wave of an intense sweet smell hit my nostrils… and while I didn’t lose consciousness, movement became harder and sloppier.
“You can have my money!”, I heard myself stammer.
The answer sounded muffled and mechanical “It’s not your money we are interested in.”
Rubberized hands carefully undid my clothes. Oh shit!
In a matter of moments the only things I wore were the accursed collar – not chocking but tight enough to not ignore it and cuffs around my wrists, ankles just above my knees and on my upper arms.
Someone pulled a rubber mask over my head – tightly fitting, with eye slits, nostrils just barely enough for my heaving breath an a mouth opening.
At least four of those drones maneuvered me towards the waiting van. Besides being black, it looked perfectly like those vans, you expect the words ‘free candy’ sprayed on the sides.
They shoved me to the open trunk flap, and into the freight area on a shiny mattress turning out to be covered in rubber. There was another guy sitting on the back bench – probably also a prisoner, because I could see bare skin and him (probably) only wearing the same mask as I did.
Methodically and quick they attached the cuffs around my body to anchor points. Then I laid there – legs slightly spread, arms to my side staring to the ceiling. Naked, save for the restraints. On a rubber bedding… with the odd feeling of my panic turning in something else...
“What do you want?… Please I am not into dudes!”
My pleads were cut short. I just saw the short impression of a pretty large dildo – just to understand too late, it actually was a gag. A rubber cock, just short enough so I could still breathe forced my teeth apart and filled my mouth. Straps were secured and the back flap was slammed close.
“Don’t worry – nobody’s gonna fuck you – until you beg. We have other methodes.”, one of the drones close to me mumbled in my ear.
I can’t tell how, but that assault hit me absolutely different than I’d thought it would. Instinctively I knew those rubber dudes weren’t here to actually harm me… the whole setting was crazy but deep down… amazing.
I couldn’t help myself from feeling my penis swelling. Shit… this was really happening.
It might have been half an hour or so, the van drove. It was bumpy and I found myself being glad laying at least on that latex cushion. And while the mask covered my ears, I could understand words spoken in front of me. For one the voice of my bar friend. So the guy sitting on the bench actually was him. The tone however… Maybe I was imagining things… but it felt very calm or rather intimate.
I had absolutely no clue where we ended up.
But right before the car came to a halt, the reverberations changed, as if the can had left the open, and entered some kind of building.
So I wasn’t surprised, when they pulled me out of the transporter, next to the other guy. They were as quick and methodically in binding our hands together in front of us and attach a long black bar between the ankle cuffs. Running away wasn’t an option anymore. And oddly enough the thought didn’t frighten me.
The fact that my cuffed hands were direct in front of my erect member caught my attention a lot more.
“No touching yourself.”, the drone next to me hissed in this muffled voice. “Your lust belongs only to us now.” Shit… a jolt of something I never felt before ran through me. I felt the warm, slightly sticky latex hand of his on my bottom, caressing me for a moment. “Don’t waste it… we have way better ways.” he added more quiet.
I was right with the building. We had parked in the middle of an old warehouse. Rusty containers on one side, the cement floor, while showing cracks was pretty well intact – yellow safety lines still visible.
Stars twinkled behind the side windows far above.
And a few steps in front a large… tent plane or something blocked the way. Made from black rubber… which didn’t really surprise me at that point. I could see the front side with a flap over the opening and some kind of roof attached to the warehouse ceiling. Noise – thumping, motor sounds and music emerged very dampened from the wall.
They led my bar buddy right through the small opening flap just a few steps ahead of us. But for me they had other plans.
My guardian drone removed the gag just to also take off my mask. I inhaled a few times, feeling relieved.
Before I knew what was happening someone held my ID next to my face and flashes of multiple smart phones startled me for a moment.
“Don’t worry. We love our privacy as much as you love yours. THIS photos will go nowhere… unless you force our hand by telling the wrong people about your little adventure. For all other photos… well…”
They snapped my mask back on.
With this they gently led me to the opening flap.
The tent might be square and about 10 meters across. The first impression was the smell. The intense mixture of rubber, disinfectant, and something oddly flowery… semen probably. Spotlights highlighted the middle of the tent, a kind of stage.
Four boys my age – naked, masked and cuffed like me, stood there – surrounded by maybe a dozen or so of those rubber clad guys.
They stand in a circle – with a strange device in the middle. I couldn’t really see what was happening but groans and moans – lustful ones – indicated they didn't suffer.
More naked guys – seemed to wait in line.
My guardian shoved me towards the stage.
“According to your wishes, we won’t have you have sex. Just relax. You will like it.”
I was the last in line. And I couldn’t see that much – besides the behinds of three other dudes and a tangle of legs, both naked and latex clad. But something seemed to happen . The ever present whirring and thumping sound stopped for a moment. Under the heavy panting of the guys standing in the middle they took one of the four boys in the circle out, leading the first in line into the circle.
I stepped up as the line moved forward.
Some kind of vibrator? Or masturbation machine I assumed.
The next boy was replaced – I stepped up. Just one in front of me – and another guy led in line behind me. Minutes passed only filled with the ever perfect mechanical rhythm of whatever hellish device was working there. My penis was twitching nearly in tact of the sound – and the boy in front of me was as hard as I was. And I found myself aroused by that thought… knowing I really didn’t have a thing for men….
Minutes passed – I learned to discern grunts of lust with what it actually sounded when one of the guys in the circle came to an orgasm. Then again the machine stopped.
I had a front row seat watching as the guy before me was led to the circle in that awkward hobble he only could muster with the spreader bar between his feet. The circle wasn’t directly aligned to us waiting in the line – I could see from an angle how they led away the pretty exhausted predecessor of that place. How they took the arms of the new guy up over his head, attaching the cuffs to a chain coming from the ceiling. Cuffing his feet to rings at the floor.
My guardian had to hold my hands away from my penis, to prevent me from playing with myself again, when they forced a gag – smaller than the thing used on me before, but attached to a long clear tube also fading in the darkness above.
“The stuff keeps you horny and your testes productive.”, my guardian murmured. I could see the new boys cock twitch… oh fuck….
Some words were exchanged I couldn’t understand.
Then they slid a clear plastic tube over the penis of his. The same like the other wore. Secured with black straps that looked akin to a tanga slip. I could see four cocks twitching in some cushion like material… and in that moment… I wanted such a thing on my own member!
The rubber guy took a step back and the machine sprung to life again. The clicking and hissing made now perfectly sense – the liner in the clear plastic tubes moving in the same rhythm, underlined by more moans and lustful noises. Everytime one of the boys came, one of the drone guys stepped towards them, checked something and gave an OK sign….
White liquid being pumped down clear plastic tubes in a collection container on strange green glowing pearls or something.
But the only thing that mattered was watching that mesmerizing dance of plastic tubes on those penises, muscles twitching and boys crying in lust into their gags… while being fed some weird drug keeping them ‘horny and productive’….
Then the moment came for me. One of the boys just had shot another load into the hungry milking tube, panting and going limb in his restraints.
A guard helping the poor guy up. Machine stopping. Some talk. The boy nodding. Straps being undone the suction device sliding from a limb cock – exhausted and empty. The mouthgag removed as well as the spreader bar. That boy couldn’t run anywhere, even if he wanted.
A gentle touch on my bottom and a tug on my collar signaled me, it was my time. I took the steps towards the circle, felt my ankles now tied to the metal rings in the ground, my arms lifted, shackles clicking.
“How fast do you want this to be over?”, the guardian asked quietly, to my surprise.
“You pretty horny – the first round will only take a second, I guess. But if you want… we can add a little something to make it take longer…”
“I…”, before I could finish the drone continued
“I understand you are new – and probably overwhelmed … maybe we take the first round a bit lighter…”
“No… no… I don’t want this to be over so fast…”, I heard myself say.
“Good choice.”
Something cold snapped around my cocks base behind the nuts.
“Blue Ring.”, I heared the drone explain. I knew those things. Fancy new stuff. Used to keep guys from cumming too fast… raises the hurdle to actually have an orgasm… And I already felt that I am over the normal threshold, my thoughts began to swim.
Next he held the gag up to my mouth. I frowned, knowing it has been stuck in another guys mouth just moments ago.
“Don’t worry – self-cleaning. It’s perfectly save.”, my guardian explained while shoving the penis tip shaped gag into my mouth. It was a lot shorter than the other one and quite comfortable to wear. Something sweet was running, mixing with my saliva and my body started tingling.
“Now to the thing you've waited the whole evening for…”, I felt the drone smile behind its mask.
Then the rubbery, still warm tube slid over my cock, sucking it in like the hungry maw it was. The machine awoke again, the grip around my shaft intensified the feeling around my tip almost unbearable.
I felt my lust stemming itself against the strange function of the blue cock-ring. Building up further and further...
“Enjoy.”, I hear the rubber guy next to me say, while he pinches my nipples gently. That was enough.
It’s like a dam breaking – hot white lust accompanied by a scream broke free. I felt my body spasm thrusting my penis deeper into the milking tube, the rubber hose dancing around my sensitive member unloading rope after rope of steaming cum down the insatiable maw of the milker, dripping down the tank and mixing with all the liquid collected before.
Hands on my testes, feeling them up gently. A gas mask right next to my ear.
“Oh.. before I forget – three rounds is the absolute minimum here.”
I perk up.
“Whoever doesn’t manage… well let’s say, we have to dispose of the collected cum somehow.”
I felt blushing, and panic welling up.
“Oh… just a little joke. Don’t worry. We are nice monsters over here…” he whispered; and going louder “Still good. Go on.”
