Hank's Very Close Encounter

Hank Murphy groaned as his conscious mind returned to him. With his mind hazy he half opened his eyes. with his confusion and the strange exhaustion he felt, he made no sense of his surroundings. He tried to move, but he couldn't; something was restraining him, he vaguely heard a dull hum, like an engine maybe? Nothing made sense, and at that moment his exhaustion overpowered him and he blacked out.

When he woke up again, he was more aware than the late time he woke up, and after one look at his surroundings he knew he was in trouble. Everything had the look of a lab of some kind, but was no lab he had ever seen. It looked like something out of an alien movie. He wanted to look around this weird room, but he couldn't. something was holding him back.

Looking down he screamed. He was mostly upright, but reclining slightly in some sort of pod, and in that pod were the strangest things. They were like living tree roots, and they stretched like rubber. His arms and legs were lost in the tangle of these greenish things a many of them had wrapped themselves across his naked chest. That was another thing he noticed: His clothes were gone.

Hank swore as the weight of things set in and he began to wonder how he ended up like this. He tried to think. He was driving out on one of the back roads... he was going camping... he remembered getting out to take a piss. There was a really bright light, then he woke up here. As implausible and crazy as it sounded, he had been abducted by aliens.

Something moved! Out of the corner of his right eye he say it. He couldn't really move his head thank's to the rubbery things, but he watched it. It was an alien for sure, sort of like the ones you see in alien movies, all gray with big black eyes, but this alien was surprisingly muscular. almost was well built as Hank. The pervert in him looked down between its legs. It's human-like dick swung long and large, with big balls like his but a bit bigger. As it got closer he could see this alien was well over seven feet tall.

It looked at him through the glass front of his pod, like he was surprised and intrigued that he was in there and at the same time, not.

"What the fuck are you looking at asshole?" Hank growled. "Let me go so I can give you a good look at my fist."

The alien reached a long finger out to push a button on the side of Hanks pod. Instantly, several of the weird tentacle things invaded his mouth, effectively silencing him. He tried to shout at the alien, but all he could do was make muffled noises his throat.

The alien spoke in some strange tongue and at his apparent command, a mechanical arm came down into hanks ovular prison, from a small hole in the top. It was a tube with a rubber mouth, form the other end was a hose that retreated back up out of sight.

With another touch at the unseen controls, hank felt something push against his ass, and in seconds he let out a muffled scream of pain. something that felt like a thick cock began invading his ass. Not an unfamiliar sensation he quickly got used to it, and despite his situation, the wonderfully thick probe started making his cock twitch and become erect. The alien seemed surprised by Hank's reaction and made a note of it on what looked like a computer.

As the probe moved in and out of his ass, his cock grew fuller and thicker, a bead of precum began forming at the head. Hank began growling with pleasure, moving his hips as much as the rubbery tentacles would allow him, attempting to ride deeper on the probe.

He didn't notice until the cylinder moved, but the alien had reached for the controls again, bringing the cylinder down on his cock. Within seconds he felt a wet suckling sensation. The pleasure overwhelmed him, and he fired several thick streams of cum into the cylinder, which sucked it all up through the tube. Outside his pod he could see his cum pump into a container on the table where the alien now sat next to making more notes on the computer.

Noticing this the alien looked over at him and gave what looked like a grin. Hank didn't really have time to think about this because the pump sucking him off, nor the probe fucking him, didn't stop when he came. It kept going at the same steady pace.

Hank soon forgot everything outside his pod. His mind just focused on the machines that were working his body, milking his cum from his balls. The tendrils holding him felt like they were playing with him, teasing his nipples, squeezing his balls and making their way in with the probe.

He felt it again, that wonderful feeling, rising, growing and finally exploding once again; his throbbing cock erupted into the cylinder. He groaned again as the pump drained his cock again.

When he looked out he saw the alien, no longer inputting data on the computer, but watching Hank in his pod, stroking his fat alien cock.

Hank laughed in his head at the alien, jacking off at the site of him. Hank groaned again as another load fired into the collector.

The alien pushed a few buttons on his pod, the tendril gag in his mouth retreated and another machine came down from the top of the pod. It looked like a fat throbbing cock. The alien outside held some sort of device in it's hand, and as he slid it down over his cock, the thing hovering in front of Hank's face drove into his mouth. Another load was milked from him.

Every time the alien thrust it's cock into the device, the one in Hank's mouth slammed its way in. It didn't take a genius to figure out what the device was for, so, he decided to have fun and give the alien best blow job in the galaxy. Thrusting his mouth against the machines thrusting,working his tongue against it, squeezing the shaft with his lips and tongue, it didn't take long before the aliens body began to shake and twitch, it gave one last thrust into the device, and to hanks amazement he felt it shoot in his mouth. The bittersweet fluid filled his mouth, and leaked out onto his sweaty hairy pecs. He drank some of it down. It wasn't too bad.

The alien pulled its cock out and its double retreated as well. The alien left the room, as it left, Hank got a good look at it's ass. For an alien it was a pretty hot ass and with that, he fired yet another load into the device.

Hank was milked of another three loads before the machine finally let up. It pulled off his now softening cock. The probe remained, though now unmoving, it stayed deep inside his ass. He fell asleep, only to be awakened again a few hours later to the machines working him again. Over and over he was brought to orgasm. He was amazed at himself for blowing so much jizz, but he figured the alien had something to do with it.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity the milker and probe retracted. He looked up, the alien was back, and the canister was full. Fuck there was so much of it. It had never occurred to him why they wanted it, but before his mind could formulate a theory, an invisible gas filled the small space of his pod and he lost consciousness.

He woke up again with his face to the dirt. Pushing himself to a kneeling position he looked around. What was he doing here? He remembered getting out to take a piss and then...he was on the ground. Did I faint? He wondered. Shaking it off, he got up and brushed himself off. He got into his car and drove off, back on his hunt for a good spot to set up camp.
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Notes: Something i wrote the other night, after a bit of inspiration from a buddy i was chatting with. He mentioned something about anal probing and then i worked it into this. Ive wanted to write something with milking machines for a long while, and also the same for an alien abduction theme. this was the result. I'm quite proud of it. I hope you liked this story, please leave a comment in the comment section below.