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Day 3: Threesome, Nipple Clamps, Alien Abduction
“Most interesting specimen. Commencing reactivity test Tau Theta Pi.”
Ted awoke with a start, eyes frantically darting around him. The last thing he remembered was sitting in the car with his date at Sparrows Point, the local make out spot in town. They’d been getting hot and heavy, and Ted was sure he was about to score with the gorgeous sailor he’d met at the bar, when a bright light beamed through the rear view window of his truck. He was sure it must have been the cops showing up to scary everybody off, but he could only recall the terrified look on Bryan’s face as he looked at the side view mirror, and then…nothing.
The surface he lay on was cold, and hard. And he was inexplicably nude. Upon trying to shift into a more comfortable position, Ted also discovered that he was restrained to this cold, hard surface by what felt like belts of flexible metal banding across his body every few inches; across his neck, his shoulders, his abdomen, thighs, calves and finally ankles. He breathed a shaky sigh, trying not to lose his head, and failing miserably as he began to feel panicked tears pricking at his eyes, and snot beginning to well in his nose, threatening to breach containment. Unable to move, Ted was nearly blinded by the bright beaming light overhead, not unlike what you’d see in a dentist’s office, only massive. It did nothing to quell his anxiety.
“H-hello?” he tried to call out, and found his throat hoarse and aching, as though he had been screaming. “Is anybody there?”
Somewhere beyond the periphery of his vision, Ted heard the hiss of something hydraulic sounding, and then footsteps approaching. Unsure whether out of relief of panic, he began pressing against the metal restraints, eager to be freed, to be back with Bryan. A sound Ted had never heard before froze him in place as it found his ears; something not unlike hundreds of whispers at once, but in a language he had never heard before. He could see motion just outside of the beam of light overhead. Late enough that his head began to spin, Ted realised he was holding his breath and sucked in lungfuls of the strangely metallic air around him. At some point the tears and snot had escaped their catchments and the shuddering breath brought attention to the crusty feeling now wetting his cheeks.
“Who are you?” he croaked, voice barely a whisper.
Though no verbal answer met him, Ted was graced with an answer of sorts as a looming shadow approached from the darkness, and silhouetted itself with the overhead light. Whatever it was, it was humanoid…and massive. And had some kind of weird hairstyle, or growths protruding from its head, not unlike horns. A second silhouette joined the first, emerging from the opposite side of the table Ted was restrained to; smaller than the first, but with the same strange formation around the head. As his eyes struggled to focus against the glaring beam, he swore there was some sort of light effect emanating from the heads of these creatures, colouring the light beaming past them.
“Specimen is awake.”
The voice was deep, rich, but almost robotic in nature. But to Ted’s ears, that was unmistakably English, so he deduced he hadn’t been kidnapped into some organ trafficking situation again.
“Heart rate elevated, specimen shows signs of cardiac arousal.”
A second voice, this one of a higher pitch than the first, not as robotic but just as monotonous. Both sounded masculine.
Ted let out an anxious laugh - an involuntary response to danger he’d developed years ago - at the accusation of arousal, and tried to find something to say, but found the words died in his throat, resulting in an unremarkable gurgle that seemed to warble in the thick air. In unison, the two shadows tilted their heads to one side, presumably staring down at Ted.
The larger of the two raised an arm - which Ted noted was incredibly humanoid, and incredibly muscular - and placed a hand in the centre of his forehead, tilting his head back and straining his throat against the metal bar encircling it.
“Specimen appears to be leaking, do you suggest soldering?” the larger of the two spoke, and Ted felt his forehead break out into an anxious sweat at the proposal, slicking the palm of this gargantuan creature.
The smaller of the two shook its head, and replied in a tone that Ted would have almost described as bored; “Standard response to unfamiliar environment in homo erectus descendants, additional sign of arousal. Proceed with reactivity testing, commence from calvaria and proceed to distal phalanx of both hallux.”
A small whimper escaped Ted’s throat as the creatures resumed speaking in a language he didn’t recognize, and he could feel a fresh wave of hot tears begin stinging his eyes and spilling back into his ears. The large hand left his forehead, subsequently freeing his throat from the compression, and he gulped down air greedily once more. He could feel his heart thrumming wildly in his chest; was this how he was going to die?
The hand re-entered his vision, now holding what appeared to be a straw, or rod of some sort, and the creature’s other hand joined in the shadow puppet show, also holding one of the long tools.
“Commencing reactivity testing.”
”Commencing observation.”
Before Ted could stutter out the words to ask what the fuck was going on, he felt the two sticks touch the top of his head; they weren’t sharp, but not especially blunt either, and were unmistakably made of metal. He stilled at the contact, unsure of what to expect, and felt the two metallic rods trace through his hairline until they reached his temples.
“W-what…” He tried again, but his words were once again robbed of him as he felt the sharp sting of electricity burn against his temples and a wordless cry of pain erupted from his throat instead. “Ahhh!”
“Reaction noted, proceed.”
Gulping down a sob as the jolts of electricity stopped, Ted feebly tried to shake his head away from the offending rods, feeling them slide down past his temples, across his cheekbones and towards his mouth. The smaller of the two, up until now only ‘observing’, moved around to the head of the metal slab and grabbed both sides of Ted’s head, forcing it forward with an unexpected amount of strength. The creature’s hands moved forward and gripped at Ted’s jaw, forcing it down and his mouth open, and hooked its thumbs into his cheeks, presenting his mouth to the other in an act that was as humiliating as it was terrifying. Ted tried and failed to move his head or mouth, and felt himself forced into place, lest he dislocate his jaw or worse. The feel of the metal rods tracing down either side of his nose to his lips, and then landing on his tongue gave him pause, and Ted felt them begin to…split, and separate at the tips, like tweezers, to ensnare his tongue between the split sides, forcing his tongue to hang from his mouth like a panting dog. The rubbery taste of the creature’s fingers in his mouth mixed with the burnt metallic taste of the rods, and before Ted could consider a way to plead for freedom, he felt his body convulse against the restraints as another jolt of electricity shot through his body, drawing another scream from his throat.
“Reaction noted.”
As quickly as they appeared, both the rods and the hands of the smaller creature disappeared from Ted’s mouth, the rods pinching the tip of his tongue as they left. “Pweathe, thtop…” he managed to babble out, his tongue’s nerves still shot from the electric shock.
“Specimen has lost a level of speech dexterity. Noted, proceed.”
Ted sobbed as he felt the rods move down his jaw, disappearing for a moment as they presumably traversed the restraints around his neck and shoulders, and reappeared to his senses on his rapidly rising and falling chest. They traced around slowly before finally stopping over his nipples. Not that, he silently prayed, please.
Prayers left unanswered, Ted let out a louder whimper as the rods once again split in two and closed around each of his nipples, pinching them roughly. “Aah…!”
Once more, the two creatures heads tilted to the side in unison, and Ted could feel their eyes on him. He squirmed as much as he could beneath the tight restraints, body reacting involuntarily to the abuse on one of his more sensitive areas.
“Premature reaction noted. Specimen’s arousal now presenting physically, sex organ engorged. Noted.”
Ted’s eyes squeezed shut, seeing the diodes of the light burned on the insides of his eyelids. He couldn’t have heard that correctly. His body twitched helplessly beneath the metal bands, and Ted could feel the unmistakable shifted weight of his hardening cock. Surely, it was a side effect from the electrocution. Some kind of muscle spasm. Right?!
His train of thought was once again interrupted as pulses of electricity were sent blasting into his body, through his nipples this time, forcing his muscles to spasm and jolt helplessly on the slab. He cried out once more, though even to his own ears it sounded more like a moan.
“New reaction noted, further study is required.”
Ted panted shakily, feeling the larger creature’s hands release the tweezers-like rods, leaving them clamped harshly around Ted’s nipples, forcing involuntary shudders and groans from his body. A groan turned swiftly into a loud, uncomfortable moan as another wave of electricity slammed through his body, seeming to run down to his now unmistakably erect cock. If he could tilt his head down far enough to see, Ted could have sworn sparks would have been flying off the end of it like a lightning rod.
“Specimen is leaking again, should we proceed with extraction?” the deeper voice noted, tilting to presumably look at the smaller of the two. Ted could not feel tears on his cheeks.
The smaller one let out a sound almost like a sigh, “Proceed with extraction, experiment complete,” it replied in an almost bored monotone.
Ted blinked rapidly, trying desperately to make out their faces, their bodies, something other than these shadows, but the intensity of the overhead light kept them swallowed in darkness. “P-please don’t kill me,” he managed to stammer, tongue finally cooperating again. He could feel them look to him, acknowledge that he spoke, and then disregard his words.
“Proceeding with extraction,” the larger of the two declared, and Ted heard what almost sounded like a vacuum begin to hum. Before he could question it, he felt it; a heavy, powerful, almost painful suction as a tube was lowered over his leaking cock. The intensity sent stars shooting across his vision, and another moaning scream was pulled from him as the clamps sent electricity firing through his body, starting from his nipples, once more.
“Extracting.”
His body convulsed, vision fading at the edges as he pressed his throat hard against the metal band restraint, cutting his own screaming moans off as he violently released into the vacuum chamber of the pseudo-milking machine assaulting him.
Ted awoke with a start, eyes frantically darting around him. He was in…a…a bush? Stiff limbs creaked as he slowly twisted to get a better look at his surroundings. He was definitely in a bush, at Sparrows Point. And he was definitely naked.
He looked down at his naked form, small singed burn marks on his nipples, bruises and light cuts running horizontally across his abdomen, his dick purple with bruising…so it had been real. Peering out of the bush, he could see his truck parked at the lookout only a few metres away, both doors hanging limply open, his date nowhere in sight.
Desperate for the closest thing to a safe place, he emerged and darted towards his truck. He wanted to dive into the drivers seat, and drive home and forget this ever happened…or go to the police? Should he call somebody??
As though on queue, halfway to his truck, a bright beam of light struck Ted from his right, sending him collapsing to the ground. “No, please! Not again!” he screamed, shielding his eyes from the light. “Please!”
Before his pleading could continue, a flash of blue and red lights painted the scenery, and a siren blared once in warning.
“Hands where I can see them, pervert.”
Ted got off with a fine for public nudity and obscene exposure. The cop seemed eager to bring him into the station, right up until he began babbling about alien abductions and cum vacuums, where he gave a few polite nods, wrote up the fine and promptly got back in his wagon and left.
Ted sat in the drivers seat of his truck - still nude - with the doors shut, staring down at his fine.
“Weird date,” he muttered to nobody in particular.