An Extraterrestrial Interview
Aliens are real, and they want to eat your cum. No, really.
This story was written for Shakal as part of my Patron only request days for November! It contains sex involving a consenting adult male and a bunch of tentacles. :3
An Extraterrestrial Interview
Isaac purred as he felt himself being engulfed by the tentacles. This wasn't his first time in the presence of the aliens, you didn't get thrown in the deep end like this without months of rigorous training and multiple supervised visitations after all. But now, at last, he was alone with them. Aboard one of their ships, looking out through a crystal clear energy field at sunrise over the Northern hemisphere, about to be given the most testing and yet hopefully pleasant job interview of his life. And hopefully, if all went well, the last he'd ever need to take.
The aliens had come to earth as invaders at first, believe it or not. Thieves, actually. Not to steal people, but animals. Male animals. Once the people of the world got in touch however, and the greatest minds of a generation established communication, their demands became known worldwide. Or rather... their needs. What they needed to survive. And thus, the programme began. Volunteers offering themselves as potential employees of the aliens, providing the one service that this intelligent and powerful race of multiforms could not manufacture synthetically for themselves. A food source. A highly concentrated food source with proteins, saccharides and sodium.
It had taken the people of the world quite some getting used to before they realised this wasn't some huge joke, but now it was just something everyone on earth knew. Or rather, every adult.
Aliens existed, and they ate cum.
'Are you ready?'
In his mind, Isaac heard the translator chip he'd had installed during one of the past interviews activate. There had been no audible vocalisation to provoke translation of those words, but somewhere close by one of the aliens had asked the question, and now his brain was relaying that question to him directly.
"I'm ready. I... I'm not just ready, I've been waiting for this moment for as long as I've known you existed."
The tiger spoke honestly, and all around him as slick, slippery green tentacles writhed and rubbed up against his fluffy body, he heard a sort of rattling ripple. The sound of warm, pleasant laughter from the alien creatures. He reached out his hands, fingers splayed, and purred loudly as tentacles darted between them, flicking and teasing at his furred skin. He pushed his hands down and stroked the thicker portions of those same tendrils in return, and moaned as more words formed in his mind, asking a much more intimate question.
'Do we have permission to begin the first feeding trial?'
Isaac growled with delight, and nodded.
"God... yes..."
The aliens were known for their efficiency, and nowhere was this more apparent than in the haste with which they responded to Isaac's confirmation of consent. He was lifted practically instantly off his feet, suspended not by one or two tentacles, but by dozens of them all writhing and quivering beneath him in one vast mass. Whether this was one alien or twenty, or fifty, he couldn't tell for sure. But given their collective means of existence, that didn't offend them in the slightest. Indeed they rather enjoyed being seen as a single entity by many of earth's people, it made them feel more unified and comfortable, and... well, Isaac might have ruminated a great deal more on the intricacies of their society that he had learned in his time in training, had a particularly slippery, glistening tentacle not chosen that precise moment to wiggle its way between the cheeks of his ass, and start fucking the muscular stud of a feline like a jackhammer.
"Aaahhfuck, fuck yeah!"
Another tentacle, then a second joining it, began to encircle his cock. There was a reason why Isaac had gotten this far, and much as he liked to think part of it was his winning personality, there was also the fact he was hung like the stud he was. His cock was thick, it was long, and every last inch of the throbbing black length was dedicated to giving aliens a good meal. The tentacles wrapped around his length and began to squeeze, to manipulate and stroke his cock like a pair of boa constrictors clutching the very life from their prey. The difference being of course that it wasn't life they were seeking to squeeze from Isaac, nor did boa constrictors have the common decency to ooze delightfully warm, sensitising lubricant from their own slippery flesh to increase the pleasure of the act twofold.
Isaac would have cried out more and more, but soon after his most recent roar of pleasure another tentacle forced its way into his muzzle. He gurgled and gasped as it writhed and slapped at the base of his tongue, and after giving him a few moments to adjust and seal his lips around it, started to gush forth a warm, viscous liquid for the tiger to drink. It was rich like honey, but without the overwhelming sickly sweetness. Delicious, and more than that, wholly alien. The flood only lasted a few seconds, but the few mouthfuls that Isaac gulped down in that time were more than enough.
The tiger gurgled as he began to mindlessly suckle on the tendril, not a drop more liquid pouring forth now that it had spent what it intended, but Isaac now well beyond caring about such things. All he wanted was something to suck on, something to hold in his muzzle and tenderly share the same intimate affection that was being lavished upon him as he was fucked and masturbated passionately by the alien tentacles. With every passing second as the potent aphrodisiac he had just swallowed overwhelmed his mind and began to break down the barriers of not only what he could feel, but what his body was capable of handling in terms of capacities and recharging, he grunted louder and thrashed more violently. He humped at the tentacles squeezing and milking him like it somehow wasn't enough all of a sudden, and bucked back against the thick tentacle pounding at his prostate as though it too required additional encouragement.
He roared, shuddering and biting down at the tentacle within his maw in a way that seemed only toe excite the rest of the aliens as yet another tentacle added itself to the mix. This one wrapped itself around the very tip of his cock, but not around and around like the lengths of the others. This was like... like a suction cup. Like a tube's opening. It was like a mouth.
And that, as Isaac knew all too well, could only mean one thing.
The mouth began to exert pressure. To suck on the head of his cock and stimulate that already hyper-sensitive flesh more potently than anything any of the other aliens had achieved, never mind the pathetic fumblings of Isaac's past earth-bound lovers. His back arched where he hung in the tentacles' embrace, his hips bucking and humping utterly without restraint, and his toes curling as his prostate was lashed by ever more rapid and urgent thrusts of the length buried inside his ass. He wasn't being pushed to his limits. He wasn't being pushed beyond his limits. He was being shown that those limits no longer existed, in the most deliciously brutal manner possible.
The tiger gurgled, roared, mewled, and cried out in one cacophonous burst as he felt himself cumming, a new set of coils wrapping around his balls and applying gentle pressure to them even as his cock was drained almost faster than it could pump out each voluminous streak. The muzzle-like tentacle wrapped around his tip was without shame in its desire to swallow up every drop, suckling hungrily and without pause. Isaac waited for his orgasm to end, eyes bulging as more and more cum was sucked seemingly straight from his balls, like he couldn't stop producing even if he'd wanted to. He kept thrusting. Kept snarling in bliss as his ass was pounded again and again. He knew that the aliens' aphrodisiac was meant to heighten his sex drive... but this? He wasn't just able to recover quickly, he was endless. Bottomless in his productivity. He couldn't stop, and more to the point, if he had, he felt like it would have been the end of him.
He had to keep cumming. And cumming. After all, he had a lot of mouths to feed even on this once spaceship.
And besides... he couldn't give in now.
After all, this was only the first trial stage. The tiger grinned through his pleasurable cries, and momentarily forced the tentacle quivering within his muzzle free as he howled to the aliens, determined to make a good impression as the interview went on. After all, skill was one thing, but to show you were passionate about the job in question... that was something money couldn't buy.
"Aa-ahhh! Ahh yes. Yes! More! Please, t-take it all!"
By Jeeves
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