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Walther woke up confused and dazed. His head rang and his vision was slowly coming back, leaving him temporarily blind to what was going on around him. All he could hear was the whirring of machinery all around him and the sound of something boiling. Any attempts to move his arms was futile. He couldn't feel any straps of harnesses holding him down, it was as if some force was keeping him in place on his back with his arms and legs spread out. He also noticed that he was naked, his body exposed to the world or whatever environment he was in. It wasn't cold, but not exactly warm either and the smell of chemicals was on the air. That frightened him, the last thing he remembered smelling was the clean air of the mountains.

He had been on his morning job through the woods that were behind his home which resided in the mountains of Montana, near the Idaho border. It was a tradition he had. As an IT guy, he spent a lot of time on computers and he made a promise to himself to go out each day for a short run so he wouldn't lose touch with the rest of the world around him.

He had been two miles into his run, following an abandoned logging road that spiraled three miles up the mountain to its peak where he would normally rest up and then return home. This time though, he had found himself enveloped in a bright light that seemed to come from nowhere without warning. It was the last thing he remembered.

His vision was now getting good enough that he could begin to make out his surroundings and it was nothing like what he would have wanted. Then again, what he would have wanted was to finish his run and be sitting at his computer working.

The room he was in was a rather average sized square room of grey metal. Instruments that he could not recognized lined the walls and bubbling concoctions sat in little beakers. It reminded him of a mad scientist's lab from any number of movies. Gulping, he looked down at himself to see his own position. His assumptions were correct, there wasn't any straps holding him down, just some force. There wouldn't have been anything to strap him to. He was levitating, though he felt like something was under him. His canine body hovered gracefully, his black fur wasn't even drooping from gravity, it was somewhat suspended, giving him a poofed appearance.

Thoughts of where he could have been raced through his head. Images of organs farms came up first and sent a sickening shiver down his spine. He feared that some devious man who had lost his doctor's license was going to come and cut out his kidneys to be sold on the black market. It was one of his worst and most preposterous fear that had developed from watching too many crime dramas. The tools on the walls looked like they could be surgical tools and the chemical smell could have been disinfectant.

Before he could truly work himself into a panic, a door on the far side of the room opened, forcing Walther to look past his sheath and between his legs at the beings that stepped in.

If he could have, Walther would have rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn't hallucinating. What came in was two lizard like people, or at least that was all Walther could come up with. The creatures stood on two human like legs, the body structure was more human than lizard, though they were both covered in scales. One was red and the other was a dark green, both flickered their tongues out like snakes and communicated with each other happily using a series of chirps and clicks.

Completely ignoring Walther, the two stepped over to the side of the room where, using a glove like device on their hands, they opened up a panel in the wall and looked over a series of test results.

Staying completely still and silent, Walther watched the two lizards. He was terrified and intrigued at the same time. The world had its fair share of anthromorphic animals, but they were all mammals. He had read articles about people who theorized that there was once a race of lizard people since many ancient cave paintings from around the world depicted people with scales, but never had much thought about it. The articles were just from the National Geographic magazines at the doctor's office. He had also read theories that the cave paintings depicted alien visitations since the cave paintings also depicted advanced tools.

'Aliens.' Walther mouthed the words. He never believed in aliens, always dismissing it as hoopla, nothing more than people trying to put their names on the news. He was less skeptical now that he was looking at an unknown species that had technology that was defying gravity. What could they want with him?

Pleased with their results, the aliens finally looked back at their captive who quickly avoided eye contact of any kind. They made a series of chirps to each other and the red one pulled out two white rings from a pocket and handed it to the green one before leaving the room with what appeared to be a smile.

With the rings in hand, the green scaled alien walked up to Walther who was doing his best to not hyperventilate. He was doing a lot better than he imagined he would. It was one of those situations where you wouldn't know how you would react until you were faced with the situation. Being frozen with fear was by far not the worst that he could do.

A green, claw tipped finger went out and lightly prodded Walther in the side, eliciting a meep from him and a quick sucking in of air. The alien let out a slow and steady hiss, not threatening in the slightest, it was almost like a coo to relax him.

Another prod didn't get any reaction and the alien continued to poke Walther in various areas and each time the alien observed any kind of reactions whether it was a noise or a twitch. What did get a jerk and a "Hey!" was a jab at the sheath.

"What do you think you're doing?" Walther yelled out angrily, for an instant he forgot what he was talking to. He quickly quieted down when the alien raised a ridged eyebrow and made that same hissing noise. He wondered if he had upset the alien in any way but he figured what he didn't when the prodding continued down his body until they stopped at his toes.

The alien made a quick click with its mouth when it finished the prodding and pressed a command into the glove device it was wearing. Suddenly, Walther felt a warming sensation in his crotch. He couldn't identify the source and soon he moaned as the warm sensation turned into pleasure. It felt so wrong to him and yet so right. At home, he was no stranger to his right hand since he lived alone, but this was many times better. There was no clumsy grasping and jerking that diminished the pleasure, he was getting pure ecstasy as his red cock quickly began to slide free from the sheath.

All the while, the alien watched with a neutral, if not, slightly amused look on its face with its arms crossed and the two white rings dangling from its fingers as it waited for the dog to come to a full erection.

Walther huffed as his cock came fully out with the knot just popping free. His inner thighs quivered and he already felt like he was going to blow, but that same force that stopped him from moving his limbs seemed to hold him on edge indefinitely. His groined burned much like when one tried to stop peeing mid-stream and he was even denied pre as his member jumped at each heartbeat.

Satisfied enough, the alien stopped the sensation much to the partial displeasure of Walther who was panting with his tongue lolled out to the side. The thoughts of being gutted were now only a distant memory as Walther's head was filled with less than appropriate desires.

After giving the dog a moment to catch its breath, the alien approached the cock and opened the rings up like handcuffs, quickly latching them both at the base of the dog's balls. This confused Walther since it was unlike any kind of bondage that he had ever heard about. He stopped caring as the alien grasped his cock with one hand while the other was placed on his abdomen.

Slowly, the alien began to tug which got another moan from Walther. The rough scales of the alien's palm were tugging at the sensitive skin of his shaft, only arousing him more. He tried to hump up into the hand, but the hand on his abdomen was firm and kept his hips still.

Instead of the going back down and up like Walther expected, the tugging continued and was slowly increasing force. Pleasure was soon replaced with a bit of pain and a worrying thought about having his dick ripped off came to mind.

"St... Stop." Walther pleaded and shifted his hips to try and get the alien to let go. All he got in response was another hiss and more tugging. The pain was increasing as well and Walther gritted his teeth. "You're going to rip it off." He screamed out and looked down. All he could do was watch as he saw stretch marks appear as the alien only hissed and continued to pull harder.

Walther squeezed his eyes shut, he didn't want to watch himself have his manhood removed. He felt the alien squeeze harder and give one last jerk and he prepared for the worst kind of pain imaginable. Seconds passed and there was nothing, no sickening sound of flesh being torn away from him there wasn't even any pain anymore, but he could still feel the alien holding onto his member.

Slowly, Walther opened his eyes and too both his horror and complete surprise, he saw the alien holding onto his detached penis. There was no blood or gore dripping from it. There was only one of the white rings at the base of the balls that sagged, but still looked lively. He then looked down at the stump where it should have been. Again there was no mess, only the other ring which producing a shimmer at its center so he couldn't see through it.

The alien held the now disembodied cock in his hands with one supporting the base and the other tightly grasped around the now partially limp shaft as if it were an Oscar award. It studied it now that it was able to hold it up close and even brought it up to the two slits that was its nasal passages to smell it.

Walther felt the brush of air as the alien breathed onto his rod. He still retained all sensation, the feeling of the scaled fingers supporting his droop that had formed since pain was hardy a fetish of his was trough against the sensitive skin. His eyes lingered on the alien for a moment as it twisted his member around to get a look it from all sides. Eventually the alien looked down at him with a sort of glimmer in its eyes that put him on edge.

Without waiting any longer, the alien reproached Walther with the cock in hand and gave the knot that was slipping back into the sheath a squeeze which made Walther squirm and suck in a breath. This seemed to excite the alien a bit since it was now confirmed that there was no damage to his prize that was about to be put to good use.

"What are you doing?" Walther asked warily and as if the alien could understand him as it walked to a position that was between his legs. He tried to tuck his tail to cover himself somewhat, but he couldn't even move his tail or resist when a swish of the alien's hand parted his legs, exposing the pink prize beneath.

The alien looked back and forth from the cock to the anus repeatedly before lowering the pink rod, prodding the Walther's hole with his own tool.

Walther bit his lower lip and arched his back at the strange feeling of having himself prod his own ass. He had never bottomed to a man and never once did he think that he would ever be in a position where he would be bottoming to himself.

With so much as a warning, the alien pressed the cock into the unprepared hole, stretching it open and shoving half of the seven inches on the first thrust.

Walther shrieked as he saw stars and his vision turned red with the pained of being opened up without any lube of any kind.

Seeing the error of its way, the alien pulled the rod out and did something with its glove controller. Whatever it was, it made Walther begin to pre. All of the tension of the last few minutes were suddenly released as a jet of clear liquid shot out from the tip and was soon followed by a steady stream of the sticky substance that was in enough quantity to be easily mistaken for an orgasm.

Not caring for what many would considered proper hygiene, the alien began to rub the natural lubricant around the shaft, making it glossy and slick.

Walther gritted his teeth as he was essentially being jerked off, the sensation only making him pre even more and be put on edge. He couldn't hold it in and soon he was jerking his hips as his will to hold back broke.

The alien leaned back and held the angry cock away from itself to avoid being splattered with a generous streams of jizz that shot two meters and landed on Walther's belly and chest.

It was the best orgasm he had ever had and the most powerful, but it would not be the last of the day.

Before he could even catch his breath, his rod was, once again, shoved into his slightly stretched pink hole. This time the shaft went up to the base of his slowly expanding knot. He could feel everything so clearly, the glow of the orgasm making him even more sensitive as the walls of his colon clamped on himself. He felt the pre leaking from his tip and then settling inside of him.

The rod was pulled back to the tip and then shoved in again. The alien was hard at work, repeatedly pounding the dog's ass for a reason that still eluded Walther. He didn't care, he was literally fucking himself and it was great.

Each shove sent a tingle from his groin up his spine and through his prostate as all the right places were being attended to at once. It was not long before he was pushed to a second less powerful, but just as pleasurable orgasm that coated his insides with ropes of thick white cream. Each jerk of his cock which sent more of his own seed into him was sending dual sensations from both his rod and his prostate giving an almost echo like effect.

His orgasm came to a stop after several more seconds and the alien stopped the pounding, leaving the rod hanging, partially submerged in the ass. It looked down at the knot. It was fully engorged in blood and there would be no way to force it in without causing damage.

Walther didn't know what happened next. He woke up in his bed at his home in the very same clothes he had left the house in with his shoes on the floor as it they had never been touched.

"Whoa." He said and shot up. It didn't feel like he had been asleep at all, it felt as if he had just been on the ship only a few seconds ago. He could still feel the afterglow of his dual orgasm. 'Was it a dream?' He wondered this and looked over at his alarm clock to see the time except instead of seeing the alarm clock he saw something else that convinced him it wasn't a dream. There were two little white rings there.