Elias

Elias stood upright in the middle of the chamber, red hair damp, pale freckled skin stretched over his eighteen-year-old frame. The greys had locked his wrists high above his head and his ankles wide apart to the floor. He could not bend or close his legs. One alien stood behind him. The other waited in front. Both were tall and hairless, black eyes steady.

The rear alien extended a thick, ridged probe. It pressed against his hole and forced inside without pause. Cool fluid flooded into him under high pressure, filling his intestines in a sudden, heavy rush. Elias gasped and strained against the restraints as his gut distended. The fluid kept coming, flushing everything ahead of it. Then the probe reversed. Suction pulled hard. Food residue, faeces, and the cleaning fluid were all drawn out in one long, continuous flow, sucked straight into the probe until his intestines were empty and raw. The process repeated once more. When the probe finally withdrew, he was clean inside, hole fluttering and open, stomach tight from the pressure.

Only then did the front alien open its mouth. A long barbed tendril uncoiled, wet and grey-pink, the hooks fine and backward-facing. It forced past his lips. Elias gagged. The barbs scraped his tongue and the roof of his mouth as the appendage drove down his throat. It kept going, dragging against the inside of his neck until the weight of it dropped into his empty stomach. The tendril flexed. The barbs caught soft tissue and pulled. His eyes watered. His cock, still soft, hung between his spread thighs.

Behind him the second alien extended its own tendril. This one was thicker, barbs denser near the base. It pressed against his already open hole. The tip pushed. The first ring of barbs snagged the rim and tore inward. He made a choked sound around the one in his throat. The tendril sank deeper, hooks catching and releasing as it entered. It ground over his prostate on the way past. The pressure was sharp and mechanical. Then it continued, forcing itself into his freshly cleaned intestines. He felt the barbs scrape and hook along the empty walls of his gut.

Both tendrils began to move in a slow, matching rhythm. The one in his throat withdrew a few inches, barbs dragging raw, then thrust deeper into his stomach. The one in his ass fucked into his intestines in long strokes, always returning to grind the barbed section hard over his prostate. Each pull tore a little more. Blood mixed with the slick fluid coating the appendages. Elias’s thighs shook from the strain of standing. His cock began to thicken and rise, not from any heat or want, but from the constant, forced milking of his prostate. The aliens were simply pumping him.

The voice spoke inside his head, flat. “The specimen produces fluid under direct stimulation. Arousal is unnecessary.”

He could not answer. The barbed tendril filled his mouth and throat. Saliva and thin blood ran from the corners of his lips and down his chin. The front alien rested one long hand on his lower stomach, feeling the movement inside. The rear alien’s free hand wrapped around his now fully hard cock and began to stroke in time with the thrusts, not to excite him but to empty him. Pre-cum leaked steadily from the tip, forced out by the pressure on his prostate.

The dual invasion continued. The throat tendril pushed deeper until the barbs sat low in his stomach, then dragged back only to force in again. The anal tendril fucked into his intestines, hooks catching and releasing, always circling back to punish and milk his prostate. Elias’s cock pulsed in the alien’s grip. Thick cum began to spill from him in heavy spurts, not an orgasm he felt as pleasure but a mechanical release pulled out of him by the constant grinding. The hand milked every pulse, collecting the cum on its fingers and his own stomach. He stayed hard because they kept him that way, oversensitive only because the barbs never stopped moving.

They continued for long minutes. More cum leaked and then poured as the prostate was worked without pause. His body jerked with each forced expulsion. The greys watched without blinking, tendrils never leaving him. When the flow finally slowed they kept stroking and thrusting until only thin fluid dripped.

They withdrew together. The throat tendril pulled free in one long drag, barbs scraping the entire way out. Elias coughed blood and spit onto the floor between his feet. The one in his ass withdrew more slowly, every ridge catching on his prostate and rim. He gasped, hole fluttering and raw, stomach tight. Both tendrils retracted, coated in blood and fluid. His cock remained half hard, smeared with the cum they had forced from him. His legs trembled but the restraints held him upright.

One grey pressed a hand to his lower stomach. The other wiped a streak of cum and blood from his chest with a cool finger and tasted it.

“Specimen produces adequate volume under forced milking,” the voice said. “We will continue later. The tissue will close enough.”

The restraints stayed locked. Elias stood there breathing hard, throat torn, hole open and bleeding, red hair stuck to his forehead. The chamber lights dimmed. He felt the lingering tear and fullness where the barbed tendrils had hooked inside him, his cock still leaking the last of what they had pumped out.