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GAYDOOM3.TXT - M/M/? - You name it - August 30, 2003
By SwampRat
(cl) 1998, 2003 Gay Furry Association
Dedicated to George - Who asked for it ;>
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After the Demons were defeated and the Aliens kicked back to their homeworld, the Bureaucrats stepped in and signed all kinds of treaties and pacts and deals that both enemies agreed to be 'Good' just to not have to sign another form or listen to another speech. 10 years passed without incident - Well, Minor ones... The underworld found themselves taken over by even more shadowy figures. Certain cities were still off-limits due to radiation and brimstone, but cleanup was a booming business. And nudity became a rage when the demons absolutely Refused to wear clothes.. The church of the Anti-Antichrist came into vogue when a poll found 85% of the non-human population Didn't actually worship Satan, 62% were atheists, and 16% preferred Sparklebright Soda.
It was about this time that it came to someone's attention that Men were disappearing.. Not many and not fast but enough to show up on someone's statistical chart. At first the finger was pointed at the usual suspects - But the Aliens had taken females.. And if the Demons had sex, nobody talked about it. No bodies, no cults taking credit, nothing but males vanishing... There was one clue - An infamous all-male bar called 'Straight Shooters'. None of the Special Agents would Touch the case, the 2 hero's of the previous missions were living on some tropical island with Strict instructions to be Left Alone!
They finally fed all the data into their multi-million dollar computer system and waited.. in 5 minutes it spat out a card with a single name - Rastl.
"Of Course! Why didn't We think of him?" Another card appeared - Because You Are Stupid. The chairman thought for one whole second of ripping the cord out of the wall.. Except for A. It was 3 feet thick and carried Lots of juice, and B. The clean shaven, buzz-cut marine who stood on guard beside Said cable with a Mk-12 Laser Assault Rifle. Discretion ( With liberal dozes of back-stabbing ) being why he was the Chairman, simply laughed and ran both cards through the confetti maker - Shredders cost Upwards of $35,000 Each and made .5-inch squares from anything fed into them. The confetti maker was bought at Carnival Supply and made .125-inch squares and cost $279 each wholesale. Even BlackBook Projects had to cut corners nowadays.
So Rastl found himself with a Project - Infiltrate the bar. Find any links between it and vanishing humans. He could have $10,000 Campaign money because the Senator it was earmarked for was being beaten so soundly ( By one of the Boss Aliens yet! ) in the polls it wasn't worth the effort to support him, A contact person - A known Switch-Hitter who was rumored to have bedded everything with legs and some things without - And a Code book Printed in 1912 ( They had a warehouse full of them, and it wasn't like the 'enemy' would have a clue anyway. ).
* * * *
The first thing Rastl noticed when he walked into the bar was it wasn't.. Instead it was a room, with a lizard sitting behind a counter drooling over a magazine that had naked pictures of.. hands. All shapes, sizes, colors.
"You can't go in there like that Duckies.." A clawed finger tapped a sign overhead 'Bottomless Bar'. The man stood a moment, then remembered he was on assignment and no matter What, he was going to get information.. So he sat on the bench and undid his trowsers.
"Undies too.. Don't worry - I've seen it all a thousand times." Rastl did so reluctantly, putting his pants on a nearby hanger, and walked up to the desk. But instead of taking his pants the lizard just stared at his crotch..
"I thought you said you have seen it all.." A nod from the male who was visibly turned on - he had a nose-ring, rings where nipples would be, a cock-ring with a bell that tinkled, and a ring through his tail-tip..
"Oh, I Have, I Have, Sexy.. And I am thankful for every One!"
He finally took the clothes, and hung them up on a numbered peg, handing Rastl a ticket with the same number.
"You give that back to me and I will give you... Something in return." Not knowing what to Tip the lizard or even Where to put a tip, he patted the scaled rear, which was surprising warm and pliable under his hand. The male hissed like a steamkettle and gave him a smoldering, hungry Look, and whispered, "I get off at 7 if you want to come back to My place and get the Rest of those clothes off.."
Rastl nodded and somehow made it into the bar proper without being molested Too much. Inside he found 2 big male demons who gave him the eye and nodded their approval. Brown demons and alien troopers walked around with trays, giving out drinks, kisses and the occasional fondle to the clientele, while receiving a Lot of attention themselves.
They all wore t-shirts with some kind of logo on the back he couldn't quite make out until one of the big males near him moved.. Printed in black letters were the words - 'Could You Shoot an Ass This Cute?' An arrow pointed down to the furred buttocks. 'How Big is Your Gun, and How Many Times can you Shoot It?' A phallic-shaped shotgun, with what looked suspiciously like semen coming out of it was on the creature to the right. They turned and Winked at him, hooves clopping on the floor. Rastl made a decisive retreat to the safety of a very ordinary-looking barstool.
"Fresh meat!"
He turned and found himself nose to snout with what can only be described as a Pig. The porcine had the top half of a uniform on and a curled hard-on that jutted like a corkscrew from his crotch. A button read 'Kiss me!' And that is what Rastl got.. It was neither sloppy nor rough. A soft gentle caress of 2 mouths that was really rather pleasant.
"We don't get many Humans here.. What ya drinking?" The man thought a moment and decided beer was safe enough.
"2 beers, Rak."
Three red eyes glowed as the bartender nodded and poured 2 beers from the tap. It was a 'Child-Alien', Brown skin smooth as any aquatic creature. Rastl was Very surprised to see something like this here - They were Never seen outside Homeworld, Unless... As it turned to get another order the logo on it's shirt became visible - a paddle with 'Spank the Barkeep.' under it. This place was getting stranger by the minute..
He talked to the male who turned out to be John, Peace Enforcer Unit 10, who was witty and charming and said absolutely nothing useful.
"Another?" he asked when their glasses were empty.
"Sure." Rastl said, trying to think of a way to steer the conversation in the general direction he wanted.. 2 fingers were held and the barkeep nodded..
"You Really Are Cute, You Know That?" This time the kiss came with a hand - And a chorus of wolf-whistles.
"Never mind them, they are just jealous.." The man wasn't sure of What but he didn't push the hand away that felt nice on his leg. It just sat there, not moving North or South, and Pretty soon Rastl forgot about it as they talked more about anything and everything..
"You eaten yet?" The question startled the Agent.
"Umm.. Why no, I.."
A snorted chuckle.
"Finish your beer and come on.. I will treat you to something home-cooked.. You look like you need a few pounds on those bones."
Rastl was torn between Not wanting to go to a Stranger's place, and wanting more information.. The Job won. His supervisor had said Many times they needed Something, and Soon.. He swallowed the last bit in his glass and waited. The Pig thanked Rak, then took down a paddle and Swatted the creature's butt a half-dozen times, the entire bar counting out loud.. Rastl watched in disbelief, remembering the t-shirt the bartender wore.. This place was just too much.
John gathered the man up and walked with his arm around the human's shoulder, hips bumping. The lizard hissed approval and gave them their clothes, Not before fondling the man.
"Dibs on him next time." The porcine male laughed and donned the shorts that somehow enhanced his rear's smoothness. Whispering something in the alien's ear-hole, he winked and pulled Rastl outside.
* * * *
They Did make it to the Apartment.. Then Rastl's coat came off and his shirt, and his t-shirt... Then for the second time that day he lost his pants.
"Damn you are Hot, Guy.."
Yes, the man was feeling hot. Especially when that snout kissed his chest, licking at his nipples..
"You don't mind waiting a bit for that dinner, Do you?" Strong hands were all over him, caressing, fondling his body.
"Nnnn No.." Another soft kiss on a nipple made him squirm.
"Good.. I have wanted to suck your cock ever since you waggled it into the bar." The words took a moment to sink in and by the time they Did, the porcine had his underwear down and was rooting around in his crotch, inhaling his scent with deep gulps of air.
"MMmmmmm.. I Love the smell of Humans." Then his cock was flipped and sucked in like a spaghetti noodle.
"Ohh I - Ohhh.."
A talented tongue curled around his shaft, squeezing it, making him hard in seconds, while hands caressed his butt, his legs, one cupping his nuts while the male bobbed on him swallowing every last inch. It was all too much for the poor lad.. The slurping and grunting.. The warmth and the suction.. The fingers playing with his nuts, his ass.. He didn't cum, he Exploded! Every last drop was swallowed down, sucked out like milk through a straw.. He half-fell, half-sat on the couch, hands gripping his rear then his nuts as a second wave burned up his spine and tossed him into the arms of oblivion...
* * * *
"I don't believe it!"
Rastl awoke to fingers.. Caressing him almost worshipfully.
"Told Ya.. It's real too - No implants." A tongue cradled his cock-tip, moving up and down him until bony 'lips' engulfed them.
"Bigger than 'You-Know-Who'.."
That got a snort and his dick was engulfed in warmth, cool metal pressing against his belly.. He wanted to open his eyes but fingers caressing his nuts combined with a tongue that could make a wet noodle hard, blew all sanity away. Rastl heard a squeal.. Then "Oh Yeah - Fuck Me! Fuck me hard!"
He knew Something was going on - hands were all over him... cock, balls, Ass? Were being invaded by tongues, lips, teeth, fingers... Then the lights went out again.
* * * *
The agent awoke.. THere was an ache between his legs. He reached down, to find 2 hands already there, both gripping him firmly. Then noticed a sticky feeling.. From neck to toes he was covered in cum.
"Geez.." he breathed, then got dizzy from the mingled scents of hot male body, semen, and some other things that he couldn't put a finger to.. The light was dim, but enough to show a clock that told Rastl that he had managed to lose a day.
"Crap!" he muttered.. At least he didn't have his morning erection.. He hated it with a passion - It wouldn't go down, even if he jerked off, took a cold shower, thought about something gross... So it was stuff the thing in his pants, hide it with the paper, a coat, his hat - Anything..
One day he came out of the bathroom, and wondered why everyone was staring... His hat was standing out from his body, Not just defying gravity, but pushed out a good 3 inches from his body. He sat at his cubicle, removed the hat, looked down... Replaced the hat, and double timed it back to the restroom to rearrange himself as best he could, finding his zipper had given up the fight. And almost Died when cheers, applause and whistles heralded his re-appearance. The rest of the day he sat close to the desk, coat draped over his lap and legs.
* * * *
HQ took the report, digested it, and decided the next place to look was in Prison.. Rumors abounded that someone named The Big One might have some idea about what was going on.. Putting him was easy - Fake papers and a guard who was on the payroll and Rastl was in a cell. He sighed.. Sure he had made some friends - Especially in the Shower room - but no matter how much he hinted or tried to find out about his target, the less he found out. Either this was another dead end, Or - The Big One was more important than they thought.
"Jailbreak!" Rastl sat in the Library and listened to the sounds, trying to figure out what to do.. He Should stay put, being an upright citizen, and only here to gather more information. On the other hand, if he followed, he Might get closer to the mysterious source everyone kept talking about.. What to do, What to do... Noises came from close by..
"Come back here! Don't you wriggle that cute ass at Me, you teasing little.."
The door banged open and a ex-trooper came in, naked except for a maroon scarf around it's - His neck.
"Hide me Please!" The creature whispered, then looking over it's shoulder, dived under the table, it's panting mouth Very close to his crotch. Rastl wriggled, feeling himself react, cock threatening to shove Through his pants.. Close behind was a Human guard, with a riot shotgun.
"Hey you!"
Rastl jumped a little. "You mean Me, officer?"
"You see a bitch of an alien run past here?"
The man shook his head as he felt fingers undoing his zipper.
"Well, if you do, Yell.." Rastl nodded as a tongue slid around his dripping tip followed by hot lips sucking it in.
"And you had better stay put until this is over." The head bobbed on his stalk and his fingers went slightly white on his book.
"Yes Sir.." he managed somehow, toes curling in his shoes.
"Good lad.." Then the guard was gone. Rastl sighed with relief.
"You can stop now - he's gone.. I said you cannnnn.." The snap went next and his pants were tugged off his hips, Nuts cradled in a rough but gentle hand.
"Nuhnun.." came muffled from between his legs. A loud slurp as the trooper let his cock pop out to lick it.
"He might come back..." 'Besides, When am I going to get to fondle at least 30 cm. of Human male-meat?'
It may have been more, it may have been less, it didn't matter to either of them as the alien swallowed it to the root, and the man gave up on trying to do anything but gnaw on a fist and cum hard enough to put spots before his eyes. Clawed fingers caressed his nuts, traced veins on his dick, then stuffed it back into the stained pants.. But not before one last lingering kiss on the head.
"Meet me in the showers in 5.. Bring your Coat."
And the creature was gone.. The man looked at the parings of hard plastic he had dug out of the desk in front of him and sighed. Re-arranged his clothes, got up, left a message in the 'usual place', and fetching his coat, made an indirect line to the rostrums. Entering it, he removed his clothes, hanging them up, then made his way to the showers - Which were empty. Sighing, he decided to go ahead and wash, for once not being molested in some way. At least until he was finished. As he stood under the dryer, that same lizard trooper knelt and inhaled his dick to the roots.
The human grunted and melted as the strong fingers worked his ass, his balls, while the snout sucked on him so strongly he came twice... Something slipped between his cheeks as he puddled on the floor, feeling his dick vacuumed dry, then his nuts sucked on lovingly... When he could move again he pulled a piece of paper from his butt - Literally - and read it..
'Thanks.. Hope to taste you again soon.'
Just Great! But he didn't crumple it or toss it in the trash. It could be in some kind of code.. So it went in the Drop-box and he returned to his cell, still no closer to The Big One - Who or whatever That was.
* * * *
"Think he will ever catch on?"
2 lizard types sans nose rings stood in a darkened corridor playing with each other.
"I sure hope not.. Humans like him don't come around but once per lifecycle.."
They hissed laughter and made up another cryptic note about The Big One, trying to decide how best to seduce the human while making it look like they were passing on information. A third tapped on the wall..
"And what you 2 sneaks up to?"
"Trying to figure out how to get the Human in Cell 43 to drop his pants.."
The third one hmmm'd.. "Tried the 'I can't talk' routine? Or maybe the 'The guard is coming, get in the sheets..' "
"What was that first one?"
"Sexual torture.. You are afraid for your life so either A. they have to make it worth your while.. or B. They have to Force you to talk.. The latter is always good for getting 'raped'.."
They discussed it more and made copies with different words but the same meaning, and planned their attacks on the human with the Big One.
* * * *
Rastl sighed.. Listened to his cell-mate gasp and pant, wriggling under him. Felt the scaled legs rubbing his butt. The fat tail arched up between the, holding him on place.
"Gods, You know how to Fuck!"
He had been frustrated.. Angry. Taken it out on the former alligator. Who now lay on the concrete floor and stroked him, gasping for air. The Guards had watched it all but did nothing to hinder the pair.. They were too busy finding 'Model Inmates' to have their dicks sicked on. It wasn't rape - Not with 'Oh! Oh! Oh!', 'Fuck Me harder, Deeper!', 'Make me your Bitch, you Big-dicked Human!' And the like turned to an illegible growl fallot by lots of reptile cum spurting all over the pair.
The man finally just lay over his new 'friend and poured out what the problem was..
"Is that All? Lover, I could have told you That."
The male whispered in his ear the humans were being transported to all-male colonies on various worlds. Some as workers, some as 'entertainers.' All voluntarily.. And how did He know? Rastl wasn't the Only 'Spy' here. Now how about he pound that fat cock in the male's ass again..
* * * *
The aliens growled to themselves.. It never occurred to them to use the Obvious. Part Lie, part truth.. Hmmmm - Maybe change the recruitment banners.. Come see an alien world and have your penis enlarged at no cost. Big bellies a Plus.
There was such a male sitting on a cell. A human.. A lizard had already put hickies all over his belly and ass.. He complained but not too loudly. And he Could do one thing skinny humans couldn't.. Make their flesh quiver when he pounded their tails! The next shower they were going to 'Initaiate' him.. Suck him until he puddled on the floor. Lay him on his back and ride his dick to Valhalla.. Those without Tails could get on all fours and feel his weight pound into their asses. They circle-jerked while drooling over how many ways they could keep him hard..
"Come on you guys.. Lights out. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day.. A judge ordered some of the jails to be emptied due to 'overcrowding'.. So we are getting a whole batch of new Humans. Some sound promising.. See what you can do to 'Recruit' them.. Harem males are in Short Supply - Especially the 'Larger ones'. On Raal 7 there was a riot when we ran out of the fatties. Do your best."
The creatures nodded and grinned.. So Bigger males were profitable on one world, and Thinner ones on Other worlds.. They didn't care - Long as it was Human and had a cock they could suck.. And they were not so picky as to Species either!
* * * *
As to Rastl - He got promoted to a Desk job with a $5 a month raise - Budget Cuts. And still found time to visit the 'Straight Shooters' bar.. To gather information, if anyone asked. He would say the same if someone asked Why he had a Lizard-trooper, a Porcine Enforcer and an Anthro-Alligator living with him as well.
'Witness protection.' he would Whisper.
Of course coming home to a clean house, Food on the table and a pair of scaled lips waiting for his cock didn't hurt either. Then the Cop would show up to eat and be blown while kissing his Human Lover. Then the Lizard, who was horny as hell looking at all the sexy cocks and asses parade by all day long.
And of course the 'Man' of the house would have to perform his 'Manly' duties Well into the night.
The End