“That function has been disabled?” A dread settled in. Those gorgeous yet daunting golden-skinned extraterrestrials clearly controlled my physiology at their whim, and I was being informed that the capacity to truly reach an orgasm had been switched off?
I wanted to claim my mind was reeling with disbelief, but truth be told, I believed it too strongly. My cock had been thrusting into these aliens for much longer than necessary for me to cum. It felt like eternity standing on the precipice of climax while pumping frantically against a warm, silken alien womb. Yet nothing happened. Just pure frustration—delightful yet frustrating nonetheless. They hadn’t just suppressed it; they’d turned off my ability to orgasm entirely.
Even as this terrifying realization hit me, I continued to pump vigorously at the creature beneath me. My cock remained impossibly rigid, sliding in and out along the length of the large-breathed alien who was grunting—actual audible sounds, not just telepathic whispers—with every thrust.
I glanced down at her face. Her eyes were shut, lips slightly parted. A slight furrow appeared on her brow as a new command altered my rhythm. I had become her fucking machine, and she was tuning me, searching for the motion she preferred.
Several more adjustments followed, then she arched her back slightly, a smile gracing her parted lips. My hips began moving in an exaggerated circle. As I pushed outward, lifting my buttocks and driving my cock against her rear vaginal wall, my lower back arched upward. Then came the forward stroke, violently reversing that arch to slam the tip of my cock into her front wall—the spot where a human G-spot would be. Did these aliens possess such spots? They certainly had all the necessary equipment, unlike me, and were fully capable of reaching an orgasm.
My muscles, particularly in my core, began to tire, leaving me short of breath and panting. I was forced to thrust far longer than ever before, but no matter how sore or winded I became, I couldn’t stop. My body obeyed the alien’s command without fail.
I felt on the verge of collapse, yet she kept me working her with this strange motion. Finally, mercifully, I sensed her shudder beneath me. A small cry escaped, and then inside my head, her voice echoed: “Wonderful, wonderful,” repeating over and over.
She finally allowed me to cease. I collapsed atop her, which she seemed to enjoy. Slowly, painfully, my limbs lifted me up, and I stepped down from the bed, unsteady on my feet. The alien sat upright, her voice sounding again.
“This is a positive development. We are pleased we were finally assigned an Earth male.”
“Yes,” replied the first alien, the one who had abducted me. “Assignments are limited, and we will have to share him among four of us, but we have secured our claim.”
Four? I looked around the lounge. Indeed, there were now four present. The newest one—newest from my perspective at least—had appeared. Like the other three, she was naked with golden skin, though hers leaned more toward copper, and her hair held an aquamarine hue. Even her neatly trimmed pubic triangle shared that tint.
“Is it my turn?” asked the new alien. I noticed her gaze fixed intently on my still-erect cock.
“Yes,” answered the first one. “But it seems our Earth male is fatigued. You may wish to let him recover first.”
The aqua-haired alien looked momentarily disappointed but then brightened up.
“I can provide the movement initially, while he recovers.”
The leader—the one I was beginning to understand held authority—considered this briefly. Agreement echoed in my mind, and my body was instructed to climb back onto the bed.
I lay on my back as the fourth alien mounted me. She did not command me to move or thrust; I simply remained still, every muscle burning by then, while she rode me. The moment her pussy touched mine, I was instantly back on that edge of orgasm, where I stayed as she bounced away. Her copper skin revealed aqua undertones, most visible around her eyes, lips, and nipples. Her lips were nearly green, as were the areolas surrounding them. Those nipples themselves—quite noticeably erect now—shone a bright copper color, standing out in stark contrast.
When the fourth alien reached an orgasm while riding me, she asked the leader if she could try “the alternate method.” I had learned this meant giving them oral pleasure. It struck me as odd that she asked; the others had simply done what they pleased with me, but this new one seemed quite deferential.
“Yes,” came the reply. “If it appeals to you.”
She moved up to straddle my face. Her labia and all her pussy flesh were a deep aquamarine. I would learn later that this color shifted from its normal light copper-gold when aroused. For now, I watched the exotic-colored flesh descend over my face as my mouth went back to work.
When she was finished and rose from me, I noticed only one other alien remained—the first one, the boss.
“Rest now,” she commanded. My erection, which had not subsided since my abduction by her knowledge of it, quickly deflated. My cock, balls, groin, and face were coated in alien pussy juices. The last one was particularly prolific with her wetness, drenching my face entirely. Not only was she very wet, but the taste differed markedly. The first three had pussies that tasted much like human women—slightly salty and musky. But this aqua-colored pussy of mine possessed a sweet, lemony flavor.
The door closed, leaving me alone in the room. I was paralyzed once more, unable to move, drifting slowly into sleep.
All four returned to use me again. And again. Repeatedly. Several times each day with every one of them. They were like children with a new toy, eager to explore everything they could do with it. Days blurred together; I lost track of time. I never left the lounge. I ate and slept among them, utilizing an attached bathroom which sometimes had me showering alone or being washed by one of the alien women who desired to clean me. I wore no clothes, and aside from the jumpsuit the alien wore outside her craft during my abduction, they never seemed to wear anything else either.
I also never saw the gray-skinned ones again.
My balls were aching now after weeks of constant stimulation without release. I pleaded for them to let me cum. The explanation remained that it couldn’t be permitted due to danger.
“But you control everything,” I argued in frustration. “Can’t you just allow me to reach an orgasm without ejaculating? Surely you can manage that, since you control every other aspect of my body! Why not do so?”
“We enjoy the state this way,” explained the alien. “The pheromones produced by a highly aroused Earth male are pleasant for us.”
“But it is torture for me!” I complained. “What about what brings me enjoyment? What of my desires?”
“Objects do not have wants. If objects somehow possessed wants, surely they would be of little concern to us.”
I was an object. Not even a pet. Simply an object. An alien sex toy. A fucking and licking machine that four cold-hearted aliens used as they pleased.
Over time, things settled into a routine. I invented nicknames for the aliens. Initially nervous about this—knowing they could read my thoughts and worrying they might be offended by the names—I didn’t want to contemplate what an irritated alien might do to me given their power over us. But they never said anything.
In fact, they began referring to each other using the nicknames I gave them. This puzzled me at first until it dawned on me that they weren’t really doing so linguistically. Their “speech” was telepathic; they projected thoughts into my brain rather than speaking words aloud. My mind simply translated those thoughts appropriately, meaning I was imposing their nicknames myself.
The first alien, the one who had been out and abducted me with the gray-skinned ones, I called Queen Bee because she seemed to be in
charge. Queen Bee was very regular in her use of me. She only wanted my cock, she tried “the alternate method” once, but didn’t enjoy it and never used me for oral after that. Which was a dissapointment for me, because I had enjoyed that one session. But then, I certainly had my face burried in alien pussy often enough as it was. Queen Bee would wake me first thing in the morning, she was always the first into the lounge, command an erection from me, and we would fuck until she orgasmed. Of course, I never did, and hung on the edge more frustrated then I ever thought possible. She would try me in different positions, but Cowgirl and Missionary were her favorites. She did not like doggie positions, I noticed. Queen Bee always just had the one orgasm, she never went for multiples, and it usually took twenty or thirty minutes. I think she knew how to work me to make her cum faster, but she enjoyed the journey, so to speak, as much as the destination. She would return for another orgasm at the mid-day meal break, and a third one just before she went to sleep for the night. The one with the shimmering skin I called Shimmer. I got the impression she was second in command. She was the opposite of Queen Bee. Shimmer only wanted oral, never penetration. And she wanted multiple orgasms at a time. She would typically show up just as Queen Bee was finishing, and as soon as my cock slid out of Queen Bee’s pussy, my face would be burried in Shimmer’s. As far as positions went, she liked sitting on my face both forewards and backwards. She also liked to lounge in one of the large padded chairs with me kneeling between her legs as I serviced her. She would inevitably have me there, licking and sucking at her golden pussy, for an hour or more. Early days my mouth and tongue would be sore from over-use. It wasn’t like I had a choice, my body did as she demanded no matter how painful, but I got such constant use that I soon developed the stamina to perform to her satisfaction without pain. In those early days, Shimmer would have three or four orgasms in a session, but as she learned how to better control my mouth, and how her own body responded, that number increased. They became uncountable for me, a disappointment as I became quite attentive and interested in the orgasms my captors experienced, having no other real opportunities for entertainment. A couple dozen in an hour is a good guess, though at times she would shudder, moan and gush for ten or fifteen minutes straight. It didn’t seem fair to only count that as one orgasm. By the time her mind released my mouth from it’s duties, she was always in a state of bliss, fully relaxed, and content. I noticed a change in her over the weeks. She had a hard edge when I was first brought onto the ship, but as time went by and she filled herself with whatever hormones Tolosians release when they orgasm, she softened, became more gentle with me and with the other aliens. As frustrating and humiliating as I found my situation, I couldn’t help feeling that I had accomplished something with Shimmer, bringing her some happiness and personal peace through her use of me. I suppose being relegated to an object, I was happy to at least be a useful object. I almost never saw Shimmer in the lounge during the rest of the day. She would usually return after Queen Bee’s evening session for another one of her own before bed, and always seemed like she needed to wind down from whatever her day-to-day duties were. Juggs was my nickname for the large-breasted alien, and the one I most worried would get me in trouble. But as I said, it didn’t. Unlike the first two, she enjoyed both penetration and oral, and used me extensively for both. In fact, I think Juggs probably used me more than any of the others, though often it was long hours of just gently pleasuring her golden pussy with my lips and tongue without any real effort to bring herself to orgasm. I think it was just a way for her to relax. I don’t know what her job was, but she spent a lot of time during the day in the lounge. Sometimes she would have a sort of tablet that she would look at, make notations on, while seated in a lounge chair with me kneeling between her thighs and servicing her with my mouth. Other times I would be beneath a desk-like thing with what I assumed was a workstation on top of it. Often I would be in one of these positions when Queen Bee came in for her mid-day or evening fuck and I would go straight from providing Juggs oral to providing Queen Bee with penetration, no break in between. Juggs enjoyed penetration too though. Her favorite position was laying on her stomach with a pillow beneath her hips and me entering from behind. As with the oral sex, often she simply had me going at a gentle, low speed, gliding in and out of her with no urgency or need for climax on her part. On my part, there was, such a need, though over time I more or less adjusted to the situation. My balls ached constantly, and my entire pelvic area felt heavy, full and swolen. But I was able to tolerate the maddening frustration, the constant edging, and even began to genuinely enjoy the sensation. I learned – out of necessity perhaps – to see it as my means of achieving sexual pleasure. Being on the edge instead of going over it became sexual satisfaction for me. Lemon Drop was my nickname for the aqua-tinted alien, due to the wonderful lemony sweet flavor her natural lubrication had. Her pussy juices were like lemonade, and she was my favorite to be used by. She must have been the lowest ranking crew member though, as she was frequently pre-empted by one of the other aliens. She was also the only one that ever even briefly treated me as something other than a simple sex toy. It was once, when I was licking her delicious pussy and thinking that I liked servicing her best of all the aliens. She read that thought from my mind, and I heard in her distinct telepathic voice a gentle “thank you, that improves my happiness.” She also seemed to have the least thorough control of my body. With the others, I was almost never able to do anything not directly commanded by them, but with Lemon Drop, I could manage a little bit of my own movements. It was through this that the aliens discovered the pleasure of being caressed by my hands. And of having their nipples sucked. I was laying beneath Lemon Drop as she rode me, and my hands reached up to caress her breasts. It was my own thought to do that, my own desire as I saw those beautiful golden orbs with the startling aquamarine and copper nipples. “What are you doing?” I heard Lemon Drop ask in my head. We were alone in the lounge. We were almost always alone when Lemon Drop was using me. If other aliens were present, they would usually take me from her. “Caressing your breasts,” I said back. “They’re beautiful.” “Mmmmm,” she said. “Continue with this action, it is pleasant.” “I can caress other parts of you too,” I said. “And I can use my mouth on your nipples.” This intrigued her, and she leaned down to put her right nipple within reach of my mouth. “Do so,” she commanded. I began gently sucking on that extraordinary nipple, unsure how sensitive alien nipples might be, and she let out a gasp. Instantly she increased the speed at which I was thrusting into her. Within moments, she came, a gigantic, whole body orgasm that would re-start every time I gave her nipple a flick with my tongue. Finally, she sat up, taking her nipple out of my mouth. Lemon Drop was no longer actively riding my cock, but she had neglected to change her commands, so my body dutifully continued bucking desperately, making her bounce up and down on my cock. Eventually she had me stop, and climbed down off of me. “You have more uses than we previously knew Earthmales had. I will share this.” I found myself hoping it helped poor Lemon Drop raise her standing among the aliens. I was also hoping it gave me some new activities. I realized I would always be pleasuring them, so hav
It would be good to see some new methods for keeping things fresh.