Copyright (C) 1999 by Felix Lance Falkon; you may save or make paper copies for your own use; do not post, repost, publish, or archive elsewhere without the author's express permission.
Red and Slugger watched a feeding tube take Chung's balls, and then they picked up the tripod and its camera. They stopped for a moment, to watch Gni's tentacle drilling into the blond announcer's crotch, then retrieved his microphone. Back at the van, Slugger finally met Vince, a sturdy, solidly-muscled man with an impressive erection.
"Looks like ya gotta be a body-builder to be on this crew," Slugger said, shaking Vince's hand. "You guys all work out together?"
Vince grinned. "Working out more'n just muscles," he said, running his left hand down his clean-cut torso to grip the base of his prong. "Got everything? Did Ken or Rick take anything out?"
"I'll go ask." Danny scampered off while Vince, Slugger, and Red stowed the equipment in the van. Danny returned to say: "Nothing. Asked Chung, too." He grinned. "Had t' wait till he finished getting his nuts eaten. Like I said before --"
"Yeah, yeah; a real blast," Slugger growled. "I can hardly wait to stick my balls into one of those meatgrinders just so I can find out how much fun it is."
"You serious?" asked Vince.
"Not quite, but the way things have been going . . ." Slugger shook his head and squeezed his own balls. "Uh -- you got anything in mind?"
"Sure," Vince said. A swirl of naked bodies suddenly engulfed Slugger: Vince smeared something on his own shaft, then stretched out on the floor of the van with his head between Slugger's feet. Danny carefully knelt astride Vince's hips, impaling himself on Vince's prong. Red straddled Vince's broad chest, facing Slugger, put his hands on Slugger's shoulders, and pushed down.
Slugger knelt in place. He tensed as his scrotum touched Vince's open mouth, then slowly relaxed as teeth gently nibbled his balls. Danny -- impaled on Vince's shaft -- leaned forward between Red's legs, and closed his mouth around Slugger's glans. He sucked on the tip for a moment, then took the quivering shaft all the way to the hilt.
Taking a deep breath, Slugger looked up from his own organs. Red's shaft -- stiff and hard -- was just centimeters from Slugger's nose. Slugger licked his lips, bent the waiting shaft down to the horizontal, and eased the tip into his mouth.
Vince worked on Slugger's balls, sucking one, then the other into his mouth. Danny sucked hungrily on Slugger's shaft, pausing now and again to work his tongue along the barrel. Slugger carefully took in more of Red's shaft, swallowed hard, and started to suck. In minutes, all four were panting. Vince climaxed first; his prong thrust up into Danny, while he sucked -- hard -- on Slugger's balls. Slugger erupted next; he pumped his load into Danny's hungry mouth, then suddenly found himself swallowing Red's slippery ejaculate. Somehow, Slugger managed to get it all down before he jerked his head back, off Red's throbbing shaft, and gasped for breath.
"Relax, stud," said Red. "You're doing great."
Slugger coughed, cleared his throat. "Uh -- you been saving that stuff up?"
"You don't have to swallow 'less you want to," said the red-haired cameraman.
"Now you tell me," growled Slugger. He exhaled, took a deep breath, and focused on the stiff prong jiggling in front of his nose. He leaned forward, put out his tongue, and licked a creamy drop from the tip. "At least it didn't go to waste."
Danny finished taking Slugger's load, then carefully pulled himself off Vince's prong. Vince squirmed out from under Slugger, who lay back on the padded floor of the van. The taste of Red's sperm in Slugger's mouth was still strong as Slugger watched Danny kneel between Slugger's knees and lift them onto Danny's shoulders.
The floor under Slugger's back shuddered; the van was moving. Vince? . . . No, Vince was watching Danny get into position . . . Red must be driving, while Danny . . . "Hey, kid," said Slugger, "now what?"
"Relax, Slugger; just relax," the youth said. "Just lemme do the work -- okay?"
"Uh -- yeah, but . . ." The big ballplayer felt a blunt shaft probing his buttocks. He tensed, then tried to relax. The shaft thrust deeper -- deeper. Slugger felt himself opening up, stretching inside. Burning pain lanced his guts; he yelped aloud, but the pain spread into a warm glow that suffused his whole body as Danny's shaft slid in deep.
Slugger's torso was a taut curve, head up to watch, his abdominals a ripple of taut muscle, his hips curling up to meet Danny's impaling prong. Danny arched over Slugger, tight-muscled and lithe, easing centimeter after centimeter of hard meat into Slugger. "Hey, kid," Slugger growled, "you feel -- even bigger than you look. Sure you don't want to get sucked off instead?"
"Later," said Danny. He took a breath, squirmed, and added, "Right now, what you gotta do is relax and lemme do all the work. Next time --" He squirmed again, working his shaft in deeper. "-- you can be on top, and then take me off afterwards -- okay?"
"I s'pose," Slugger said, then grunted as Danny went in to the hilt. The teenager pulled back, thrust again. Slugger met the next stroke, and the next, and on into an accelerating rhythm of locked, naked bodies -- on and on -- until Danny stiffened, thrust slowly twice more, and went rigid again while his shaft erupted inside Slugger.
"Wow," sighed Danny, relaxing on Slugger's chest.
"Yeah? Y' got me going again, too."
Danny wriggled; Slugger felt the hard shaft probing the roots of his own sexual equipment. After another wriggle, Danny carefully pulled himself out, said, "We gotta do this again, too," and bounced to his feet. "It's real great, not losing your hard, afterwards," he added as Vince hung a towel on Danny's outthrust shaft and tossed another to Slugger.
"C'mon, guys," said Vince. "We're here. Let's clean up and then off-load our gear."
"Uh -- where's `here'?" Slugger asked as he rubbed himself down. The van was stationary, and Red was pulling cameras from their racks.
"The East-Side Fire-Watch station," Red reported.
"Just 'round the corner from the bodybuilding gym," Danny said. "This Fire-Watch crew oughta be really built." He took a camera from Red and settled it on his shoulder.
"Yeah?" Slugger tossed the towel into a bin. "That why they picked this station for a shot?"
"You're catching on," laughed Red. "Handle a mike?"
Danny said, "He should be good at that by now, as much as he's been on camera."
Vince broke in: "Hey, we're gonna need more guys to help us with all this stuff. Anybody out there who looks --"
"I'll go ask at the gym," said Danny, opening the van's side door and stepping out.
"Wait, kid" said Red. "You've still got the camera."
"I know, I know. How far d'ya think I'd get, walking into that place, naked and with a hard-on, 'less I got something t' show I'm for real?" Danny pushed down his glans, let his prong snap erect again, and scampered away.
When Slugger stepped out of the van, he saw that it was parked about ten meters from the Fire-Watch station. A dozen men in Fire-Watch uniform and a dozen Grojans stood in the station's driveway. As Slugger, Vince, and Red finished unloading equipment, the men of the Fire-Watch lined up in front of the station, with the Grojans off to one side. One man stepped out of the formation and loped over to the camera crew.
"Slugger?" asked the broad-shouldered young firefighter. "Name's Dave. Gotta tell ya, that was real neat, th' way ya talked that jock announcer int' getting eaten alive on camera. But the third game -- stud, you messed up bad that day."
"Uh -- yeah. What's up?"
"Chief wants me t' tell ya -- that's Cap'n Paris, the station chief -- our Grogs are all here, and we just started showin' 'em the equipment and stuff. Chie%20>f%0>'s gonna give his pep talk, now that you and your cameras are here, and then we'll all strip down. So if there's anything we can do t' get good camera angles for you studs . . ."
"We just sent for some help with our gear, but --" Slugger looked down the street and saw Danny trotting toward him, followed by a couple of bodybuilders in tight gym shorts. "Ah -- here they are."
Vince said, "Dave, tell your Chief we'll be there in a couple of minutes, and hold the stripping until we're set up. Okay?"
"Okay." Dave loped back to the formation.
As he reached the van, Danny said, "Bob's the short one. He's handled video cameras, too; mostly physique stuff. And then Lance here --"
The tall, curly-haired bodybuilder grinned, flexed his arms up into a muscle-rippling pose, and explained, "Kid says ya need somebody strong."
The newcomers shook hands all round. Bob -- and a few seconds later, Lance -- slipped out of the gym shorts, revealing stiffening prongs and massive balls.
"Hey, Slugger," Lance said, "how do you studs keep your cocks so hard?"
"The critters have special spray-can-stuff," Slugger explained. "Didn't you and Bob --?"
Lance shook his head. "Just seeing studs up hard makes me horny. And Bob, he's got real good control."
"Let's roll," said Vince. "Bob -- take this shoulder- mount camera. Slugger -- microphone. Danny -- the other shoulder- mount; stay with Slugger. Lance, you help Red with the big camera. I'll be on the control board. We're taping, so we can re- shoot if something really falls out of orbit, but don't let it look rehearsed. Any questions? . . . Move out!"
Slugger strode toward the formation with Danny at his side. As he neared the uniformed firefighters, Slugger was suddenly conscious of his own nakedness. He took a deep breath, raised his chest, sucked in his stomach, and told himself firmly, You got nothing to be 'shamed of. He stopped a couple of meters from the Chief, who was still talking to his men:
". . . and to show the Grojans that we are all good sports about this and we do not welsh on bets. We're going to teach them everything we know about the station and our equipment; and we're going to work with them until they're ready to eat us." Captain Paris glanced at Slugger, pointed with his thumb, and said, "Just the way the ballplayer over there said, `Ya gotta go sometime.' When it's our turn to be eaten, we'll show everybody that the men of the Fire-Watch are ready."
Captain Paris turned to Slugger again. "You ready?"
Slugger glanced at the naked men with him. Bob, a few meters to the left, waved a hand. Red adjusted a dial on the big, tripod-mounted camera, swung the camera around to focus on the firefighters, then waved. Danny nodded. Slugger faced Captain Paris and said, "Uh -- yeah; we're rolling."
The station Chief nodded, reached for his belt buckle, then raised his voice. "Okay, strip!"
Slugger approached the Captain, microphone at the ready. "Uh -- you're Captain Paris of the East-Side Fire-Watch station?"
"That's right -- Slugger, is it?" Captain Paris stepped out of his trousers and shorts, kicked them aside, and slipped his feet back into his boots. He started to unfasten his uniform shirt.
"The Fire-Watch and -- working with the Grojans and -- uh -- getting eaten . . ." Slugger paused and took a deep breath. Keep it simple, he told himself firmly, then said aloud, "Just -- tell me about it."
"We're ready," Captain Paris pulled off his shirt, uncovering tight, hard pectorals; swelling biceps; and bulging deltoids. "Fire-Watch motto and all that -- so we're stripping, and everybody can see we're going to be good sports about everything -- all of us, from the Watch Commander on down -- we're ready whenever the Grojans are. But, since they are sensible people -- sorry: sensible beings -- anyway, they want us to teach them how to use the equipment and how to run this station before they eat us.
"So, while we're teaching the Grojan firefighters our jobs, we'll stay naked like this, ready whenever they are." Paris's splendid physique was bare now, but for his helmet and boots. He rubbed his broad chest, slid his right hand down his muscle- plated torso, and tugged at his limp cock. "Ready to feed 'em with live meat."
A Grojan trundled over to the naked Captain. "Am Fire- Extinguishing-Officer Brna," the creature announced, aiming several stalked eyes at Slugger and Danny. "Will be working with Officer-of-the-same-rank Paris, learning of his equipment and his fire-extinguishing-area." The barrel-shaped Grojan shook hands with Paris while several more hands stroked the Captain's chest and shoulders. "Have you and your men more muscle than average?" Brna asked, gesturing at the assembled Fire-Watch team with two more hands.
Slugger saw that the firefighters had all stripped to their helmets and boots. A few wore suspenders and tool-belts as well -- half-belts, really, with a gap in front that left abdominal muscles bare. All were strapping young men, muscular and virile. Dave's physique had the best definition; to Slugger, he seemed a Hermes among a pack of Herculeses.
"There's a gym -- an exercise place -- just around that corner," explained the naked Captain. "It's close enough that we're still ready for a call while we're working out, so we can spend a lot of time there." He rubbed his chest again.
"Are indeed lucky, I and my fire-extinguishing team," said Officer Brna, withdrawing the hands that had been exploring Paris's body. Several of Brna's eyes glanced down at Slugger's and Danny's erections, then at Captain Paris's limber shaft. "Remembered just in time, this," the Grojan said, holding up a spray-can. "Attend, please." The can hissed. Paris inhaled, sneezed, and inhaled again.
"Ah -- yes." The Captain sneezed again. "That's --
uh --"
"Essence of ning," Slugger explained smoothly. "It kinda gets you ready to get -- uh -- eaten alive and all. Keeps you from bleeding while you're being -- ground up. Great pain-killer too, so even with one of 'em working on your shaft -- well, guys I talked to did okay, watching themselves getting eaten." Slugger licked his lips, surprised how easy it was to keep up the flow of words. He glanced down at the Captain's sturdy prong. "The spray-stuff works quick; you're getting hard already.
Slugger glanced at the rest of the naked firefighters. "Uh -- let's see how the Captain's Fire-Watch team is making out." The men stood in a single rank, shoulder to shoulder, watching a Grojan that trundled along the formation, waving a spray-can. Bob's shoulder-mounted camera focused on the line of virility from one angle, Red's big tripod-mount, from another. The rest of the Grojan team watched from behind the cameras. Other spectators -- most human, with a scattering of Grojans -- were gathering on the sidewalk to watch.
The firefighters eagerly watched their prongs stiffen. "They're coming right up," Slugger announced, "getting good and hard and -- uh -- ready." He turned back to the Captain, who was fully erected now.
Paris flashed Slugger a wry grin. "The Fire-Watch is always ready -- and right now, we're ready to be eaten alive." He patted his powerfully muscled chest. "Now we want to do something to prove it -- besides going naked, that is. So, while the rest of us won't get eaten till later on, one man from each station will feed himself to the Grojan team this afternoon. We even get to pick who gets eaten. But . . ."
The Captain paused, frowning. Slugger filled the silence: "Uh -- yeah. It's like the Traffic Troopers: most of them won't be taken until later, but some are feeding Grojans already, like the two I saw getting interviewed by the Grojan TV crew that was eating them." He licked his lips. "Uh -- it sounds lots worse than it really is -- watching your shaft going into a critter's feeding tube, and then feeling your -- your glans being ground up and -- eaten. But the guys I saw -- Big Bill and the rest of the TV crew -- they even shot their loads while their balls were getting turned into hamburger. Uh -- picking out who -- you know --" Slugger licked his lips again. "Just -- just tell me about it."
Paris touched his chest again, then said, "At first, Headquarters put out the word that each station could work that out on its own. So -- we did. With the gym so close -- like I said, we spend a lot of time there; it beats watching video all the time. And you can see how we're built. So, Kurt suggested we could give the Grojans a real treat if we ran an in-station physique contest to pick who gets eaten first. And we needed something to loosen us up; we'd been pretty edgy ever since that warehouse fire where we lost Sean, and Dave hadn't really fitted in yet. I thought it'd be fun, showing off our muscles like that.
"So, right after we got back from a late-night kitchen- fire, I got the men together and read off the count-down: instead of tucking into bed, we stripped to our shorts -- only Alan wasn't wearing any. Gene pointed out we'd be naked when we got eaten, so the rest of us dropped our shorts too. Then Tim said that since we were going to be eaten like this . . ." Paris paused and stroked his rigid shaft. "Anyway, that's the way we posed, stripped down and up hard." The naked Captain grinned. "And when Dave showed us what he had -- anyway, we really loosened up after that."
"And?" asked Slugger.
"Dave, of course. Unanimous."
"Dave?" Slugger touched the Captain's chest with his left hand. "He's got real good definition, sure; but you must outweigh him by --"
Paris laughed. "You just haven't seen him all the way up." He raised his voice, called, "Dave! To me!"
The formation of firefighters had dissolved into a swirl of men and Grojans as the teams got acquainted. Dave loped through the crowd and snapped to attention in front of Captain Paris Chief with an eager "Yessir!"
Slugger studied the young firefighter: handsome face, taut skin and chiseled musculature, broad shoulders, narrow hips, an erection . . .
"Wow!" gasped Slugger. Dave's prong was more than twice the length of Slugger's, a vertical shaft, quivering in front of the young Hermes' naked torso. "That's a real spike you got there, guy!"
Brna said, "Will be a long meal indeed."
Dave grinned proudly as Slugger said, "That's a -- a real beauty. It's so long that -- uh, Dave -- can you -- you know --?"
Dave laughed. "Studs are always asking that. I'm used to bein' -- you know -- asked. I can, yeah, but . . ."
"Dave's got a rule," Paris explained. "He'll show you he can do it, but you have to go first."
"But mine's nowhere near long enough," Slugger protested. "I can't -- or do you mean -- me doing his?"
"Right," said the muscular Captain. "Just a few strokes -- like this." He took Dave's long shaft in one hand, opened his mouth, bent his neck, and closed his lips around Dave's glans. Paris sucked for a moment, bobbing his head, then let go and stepped back. "After Dave got us to try him out like this, we -- we loosened up real good," he said with a broad grin.
"Well -- okay." Slugger took a deep breath, stepped close, steadied Dave's prong with his left hand, and carefully took Dave's glans between his lips. Slugger sucked cautiously, eased more of Dave's shaft into his mouth, sucked again -- and suddenly choked, almost retched, and pulled back.
"Not so deep," cautioned Dave. "Your first time?"
"Almost. Just today, and . . ."
Danny moved in, camera still on his right shoulder, left hand taking Dave's prong. He gulped down Dave's glans and a few centimeters of that long shaft, sucked for a dozen strokes, then moved back. "Take it slow and easy, Slugger," said Danny; "just a comfortable mouthful, no more than that."
"Uh -- yeah." Slugger grasped Dave's shaft again, closed his lips around the broad glans, swallowed hard, and drew the cock-tip in deeper. He sucked again, pulled back quickly, and gasped for breath.
"Better?" asked Dave, as Lance and then Bob stepped in for a quick gulp and suck on Dave's prong.
Slugger nodded. "Maybe if you hold the mike while I use both hands to keep you from going in so far . . ." He passed the microphone to the young firefighter, grasped Dave's shaft -- one hand half-way down that magnificent organ, the other just below the glans -- and took the cock-tip again. This time, Dave's glans fitted perfectly, swelling as Slugger sucked, thrusting to meet each nod of Slugger's head. After a few strokes, the naked ball- player released Dave's prong and stepped back.
"Okay this time?" asked Dave.
"Uh -- yeah." Slugger watched carefully as the red-haired cameraman moved in, bent down, and took Dave's glans. "It's okay, long as I use both hands." Slugger licked his lips. "You -- uh -- close yet?"
Dave nodded. "Wanta try again, 'fore . . . ?"
Slugger licked his lips again. "Sure." When Red finished working on Dave's prong, Slugger stepped forward again. He sucked gently, sucked harder; the long shaft twitched, then surged upward as Dave thrust with his hips. Slugger risked one more stroke, felt and tasted slippery saltiness, then pulled up and off.
Dave looked down, opened his mouth, curled his lean hips under him, and slid his glans into his own mouth. Slugger stared, fascinated, as the young firefighter sucked himself off for a half-dozen strokes. Dave raised his head, gasped, "Here goes!" and lowered his head -- this time with his mouth wide open, just above his throbbing glans. Dave pumped his shaft with his left hand once -- again -- and his shaft jerked, then squirted a white jet into Dave's mouth. He closed his lips around his shaft, swallowed quickly, and raised his head. "That was a good 'un." He touched his shaft. "And, like ya said, I'm harder now than I was when I started."
"You get used to that," said Slugger. "Here -- lemme finish you off." He took the long shaft in both hands, eased the tip into his mouth, and coaxed out a few spurts of thick juice. Slugger sucked, swallowed, then reluctantly let go of Dave's hard meat. "You got a great demonstrator there, guy." Slugger carefully swallowed again, savoring the taste of Dave's virility. "Uh -- when do you start feeding this to one of the Grojans?"
Captain Paris scowled. "It's -- you see, things aren't working out now, and . . ."
Slugger retrieved the microphone from Dave, snapped the control switch to OFF. "Okay, the mike's dead. Anyway, we're just taping this, so . . ." He paused and took a deep breath. ". . . so -- just tell me about it."
"We'd of been all fucking right if Headquarters would either let us the fuck alone to work things out for ourselves, like they started out doing; or else put the fucking word out from the beginning," snarled the muscular Captain. "But those -- sorry, but it's been . . ."
"Sounds exactly like our own office of command," said Brna, patting the Captain's back with several hands.
"We just got the latest fucking word: now we have to pick who gets eaten first by drawing from a fucking deck of cards, instead of . . . Anyway, that's the countdown as of now, so . . ."
Slugger turned to Dave. "How 'bout it, guy? Still want to feed that -- that spike of yours to a Grojan?"
"Sure. I mean, eventually, all of us gotta; and hey, I won that contest fair 'n' square. I'll do what the Chief says, yeah; but fair's fair, and this isn't."
"Have an idea, I," said Officer Brna. "Deal the cards, I; and then --"
Slugger interrupted: "Folks are upset enough as it is, 'specially with those double-helix-curved pitches of Gni's. Lemme handle this one, okay?" He snapped the microphone ON and said into it, "Uh -- Captain Paris is just about to explain the new rules that Fire-Watch Headquarters put out -- all about how you're supposed to pick who gets eaten first."
"That's right," said Paris. "We're supposed to draw from a deck of cards, and --"
"But you're in this contest too -- I mean, you're supposed to have a chance to get eaten first, 'long with the rest of the team, right?"
The naked Captain nodded. "Of course," he said, touching his own rigid shaft.
"So you need somebody -- an outsider -- to shuffle and deal and everything, right?"
"Yes, but -- you want to do it, Slugger?"
"Sure." Slugger glanced around the circle of naked, hard- cocked men. "You guys have some cards and something to shuffle 'em on?"
Three firemen loped into the station, returning in a couple of minutes with a small table and a sealed deck of cards. Slugger handed the microphone to Dave again, then opened the deck while the firemen set up the table. "Okay, let's check the rules: high card wins the chance to get eaten first?" He found the Ace of Spades and held it up.
"It's -- yes, the special orders puts it all down," said Captain Paris. "Spades over Hearts over Diamonds, and Clubs last. Aces high, and the man with the highest card gets eaten first."
Slugger dropped the Ace of Spades -- face up -- in the middle of the table. He shuffled the rest of the deck, cut, shuffled again, cut, and then spread the cards -- face down -- in an arc around the Ace of Spades. "Okay, Dave," said Slugger. "Since you won the station's physique contest, you go first. Pick a card."
"But Slugger," Dave objected, "you left the -- oh." He grinned and moved to the table.
"He's right," said Paris. "You left the Ace of --"
Slugger interrupted: "Look, guy; you let me run this card- drawing thing, so I'm gonna run it my way. O-kay?"
"But -- oh, I see." The naked Captain smiled, rubbed his thick pectorals, and let his hand slide down his muscle-sheathed torso to grip the base of his shaft. "You're in charge, Slugger."
Dave touched the left end of the arc of face-down cards, then the right; he hesitated dramatically, then grabbed the Ace of Spades and waved it high. A couple of his team-mates applauded; the rest cheered.
"Okay," said Dave, tapping the Ace of Spades against the tip of his long shaft, "now who gets t' eat me?"
"Is in rank, Dave your juniormost?" asked Brna. "Will now begin eating Dave's organs, our juniormost. Will afterward devour the rest of Dave, the rest of us, all together."
"It's by rank, then?" asked Paris. "Your number two gets Pete, your third takes Chuck's organs . . ."
"Is exactly so."
"So when it's my turn," said the Captain, stroking his sturdy prong, "you'll be the one who eats my -- equipment. Well, that way I know who . . ."
"Exactly," said Brna, extending a couple of hands to explore Paris's organs. "Comes now Hnong, our juniormost."
A short Grojan trundled over to Dave, gravely shook hands, and then stretched a feeding tube towards the firefighter's long shaft.
"All ready t' start eatin' me," said Dave. He glanced at Slugger. "Wanta take this here mike back now?"
Slugger shook his head. "You'll do lots better just talking into it 'bout whatever comes to mind, 'stead of me sticking it in your face and asking a bunch of dumb questions. Just -- just tell 'em about it -- what it's like, getting eaten."
"Well -- I'll try." Dave licked his lips, looked down, tightened his grip on the microphone with his right hand, and leveled his long, hard shaft with his left. "Hnong here's reachin' for me with a tentacle-thing that's got a mouth at the end, with a ring of finger-things all 'round that. I just went and pushed my cock down flat so's it can -- yeah, it's feelin' th' tip of my cock -- gettin' a good hold on the cap-thing at the end -- uh --"
"Your glans," said Paris, touching his own.
"Anyway, those finger-things just now pulled my -- my glans into that tube-thing, and I can feel the inside's all wet an' slippery, only it's startin' t'grind away my meat, startin' with my glans -- startin' t' eat me alive."
For a moment, Dave watched the feeding tube work on his manhood, then looked up at Slugger with a grin. "Hey, this is kinda fun, just like you said. It looks worse'n it feels, and I'm gonna shoot another load real soon."
"You'll do better'n that, guy," Slugger said. "You got lots of hard meat there for Hnong to work on."
Two ejaculations later, only a third of Dave's shaft had been devoured; and Slugger decided that Dave was running out of things to say about being eaten alive.
Slugger shook hands with Officer Brna, then with Captain Paris. "We're gonna have to go. But -- it still gets to me -- a guy like Dave just -- just watching -- interested, yeah, but enjoying seeing -- and feeling -- his prong being ground up and eaten like that."
Paris grinned. "You're the one who said, `Ya gotta go sometime.' " He gripped Slugger's left shoulder, slid his hand down Slugger's torso, and touched the naked ballplayer's hard shaft. "Look, we owe you a lot for the way everything -- for the way you made everything turn out. If you like, I could . . ." He touched Slugger's shaft again.
"Uh -- thanks, but . . ." Slugger turned his head to see what else was going on. Danny still aimed his camera at Dave, but the other cameramen were focusing on the spectators, who had spread from the sidewalk onto the station's lawn. All the humans were naked, and most had lusty hard-ons. Some were taking care of each others' shafts; others were feeding theirs to Grojans among the crowd. A few muscular men -- Slugger decided they must be from the bodybuilding gym -- strolled over to the naked firefighters, knelt, and began to suck their prongs; the firefighters split their attention between their own organs and watching Hnong slowly devour Dave's. "What I really need," said Slugger, "is more practice taking -- you know -- sucking a guy off. If you . . ."
"Help yourself; I'm good and -- ready." Paris gestured; Slugger sank to his knees, steadied the waiting shaft, and sucked it into his mouth.
After a dozen strokes of Slugger's mouth, Paris was breathing hard. A half-dozen more, and he was meeting each stroke with a thrust of his hips. Slugger slowed his pace until he felt the Captain's muscles relax. Twice more, Slugger sucked Paris almost to eruption, then eased him down again. Finally, Slugger took the lusty stud all the way, gulped down a mouthful of slippery sperm, and scrambled to his feet. "Uh -- thanks." Slugger coughed, swallowed again. "It's getting easier, but -- but I gotta run."
The naked Captain touched Slugger's glans, squeezed gently, then stroked the barrel of his hard shaft. "Come back when you can make a night of it -- we still owe you."
"Well -- yeah, I'll try; but the way things been going . . . you know . . ." Slugger turned from the Captain, put his right arm around Dave's shoulders, and studied the young Apollo's partly-eaten shaft for a moment. "You still -- uh -- okay?"
Dave grinned. "Sure. Even pumped another load while you were takin' off the Chief. "He comes nice 'n' hard, don't he?"
"Uh -- yeah." Slugger licked his lips and swallowed the last of Paris's semen, then put his left hand on Hnong's feeding tube. Inside, under Slugger's fingers, muscles tightened and relaxed, grinding away at Dave's hard meat, eating him alive.
"Can ya feel it grind my cock int' hamburger?" Dave asked.
"Cockburger, more like." Slugger released the rubbery tentacle. "Go on -- see what it feels like."
"I can already feel it with my cock, but . . ." Steve put his left hand around the tentacle that was slowly castrating him. "Cockburger part's kinda fun; it's ballburgers I'm worried about."
Slugger tightened his right arm around Dave's broad shoulders. "Like I said, the guys I saw, they did -- okay. Usually shot a load, good and hard, when their balls -- went."
"Be a while till Hnong works down t' mine." Dave turned to Paris. "Hey, sir; wanta feel somethin' real neat?" He released his grip on the feeding tube and pointed at it. "Right there, where Hnong's eating my cock."
Slugger retrieved the microphone, squeezed Dave's shoulders again, then stepped aside as Captain Paris and the other naked firemen each grasped the tentacle that was devouring Dave's manhood. Slugger watched for a moment more, then he and Danny trotted back to the van, where the rest of the crew were stowing their equipment.
Vince drove this time; in the body of the van, Danny and Slugger shared Lance's shaft while Red took Bob's. The two bodybuilders' shafts stayed rock-hard even after they had been sucked dry; after some coaxing, Lance admitted they had inhaled doses of ning spray at the fire station, "Just in case."
The van braked to a bouncy stop. Vince announced "We're here." When the six naked, hard-cocked men climbed out, Slugger found the van had stopped at the side of the Space Rangers' parade ground, just behind another TV van. Vince and Red strode off to talk with the crew in the other van, while Slugger, Danny, and the two bodybuilders stretched their legs and took in what was going on around them.
Space Rangers stood in formation along the far side of the field. Spectators lined the near side, and a mass of Grojans waited at one end. Slugger looked at the Rangers more closely: except for uniform caps, leather belts, and shiny black boots, their muscular bodies were bare.
"And they must of been using the spray-stuff, too," said Danny, putting his left hand on Slugger's right shoulder. "See? Either that or they're all real horny."
"Maybe both. Lots of good, hard meat out there."
"Getting hungry again, Slugger?"
"Kinda." The naked ballplayer squeezed his own rigid shaft with his left hand. "Only lunch I've had so far today is what I've been sucking outa guys' prongs." Slugger gestured at a group of naked Space Rangers and Grojans in the middle of the field. "That looks like the reviewing party, getting set to get this parade going."
Vince returned at a trot. "Come on, we gotta deploy. Lance, help Red with the big rig. Slugger, take the mike and find out what's keeping the parade on hold. Danny, Bob; take a couple of shoulder rigs and go with Slugger. We need close and medium shots of the General and his staff when the Grojans start eating them. Okay? Let's roll!"
Red and the tall bodybuilder muscled the tripod-mounted camera out of the van while Slugger, Danny, and Bob grabbed their equipment and hurried to the middle of the field.
There, at the edge of the group of Grojans and Space Rangers, Slugger asked a young officer, "Uh -- what's the problem?"
"Precedence, of course," sighed the officer, a wide- shouldered, well-hung blond. "Plan was for the Grojan commander, High-Lord Fnrr, to start on General Gerrio when our troops start marching. That way, they'll get to see his sex organs being eaten before they feed theirs to the Grojans. But the High-Lord insists -- Hey! Aren't you Slugger? From the baseball team?"
"Sure." They shook hands. "And you?"
"Lieutenant Ericksson. General Gerrio's aide. Team kind of flamed out in the third game, didn't it?"
Slugger nodded glumly. "Uh -- yeah. What's holding that count-down, then?"
"Gerrio insists he should start feeding High-Lord Fnrr before any of our troops get eaten, but Fnrr won't start on Gerrio's organs till all of Fnrr's Grojans have starting eating our troops."
"All? I thought --"
"Just part of the First Squadron today. Each Ranger feeds his organs to one Grojan; and then more Grojans move in and finish him off, so all the Grojan troops get live meat today. Same tomorrow, and so on till the whole Space Ranger garrison on planet's been eaten. But things are going so slow, ning spray'll wear off before it does anybody any good." Ericksson bent his long, sturdy shaft down to the horizontal and let it snap erect again.
"Yeah?" Slugger shifted the microphone to his left hand and -- before he could hesitate -- reached out with his right and stroked the young Lieutenant's shaft. "You sure feel hard enough to me. And you're as -- as long as mine, and lots -- you know -- thicker. You got a real -- ah -- prize there." Slugger touched his own shaft. "As for the ning stuff, I got my dose hours ago, and I'm still hard as ever. C'mon, feel mine."
Ericksson gingerly touched Slugger's cock, then squeezed it. "See what you mean. But . . ."
"Uh -- do you care which critter get to eat your organs?"
The naked Space Ranger shook his head. "Long as the ning spray doesn't flame out while my testicles are being ground up -- why?"
"Got 'n idea. Who's s'posed to eat yours?"
A short Grojan listening to the conversation announced, "Am this one. Am Low-Officer Rowl. Am to the High-Lord Fnrr, an aide."
"Okay then -- both of you -- come on!" Slugger shouldered his way into the cluster of Grojan and Space Ranger officers around General Gerrio and High-Lord Fnrr, took a deep breath, waved his microphone at them, and said, "Hey, you guys! If you don't get the count-down going now, you'll -- you'll miss your air time!"
The General glared at Slugger and said, "Dammit, that's just what I've been trying to --"
"This, exactly, is who?" asked High-Lord Fnrr, turning several eyes toward Slugger.
"Look, guys, no way are you gonna settle things the way you're going at it now," said Slugger.
"You have a better plan?" asked Fnrr. "It is our tradition that the senior-most eats only after the troops have all started to feed, so that --"
"Well, I'm not letting my troops get eaten before I do," said the General, folding thick arms across his chest, "and that's --"
Slugger waved them to silence with his microphone. "It's simple: just swap off. General, soon's the parade's ready to blast off, start feeding your prong to Lower -- uh -- Low- Officer Rowl here. Then -- uh -- High-Lord, you can wait as long as you want while your -- uh -- guys get started. And when you are ready, you get to work on Lieutenant Ericksson here."
"You know, that just might work," mused Gerrio.
"But . . ." objected Fnrr.
"Come on, just look," Slugger urged, tapping Ericksson's thick shaft with the microphone. "The General's -- uh -- he's hung good, yeah; but this guy here . . ."
"But Low-Officer Rowl --"
Sure, High-Lord, sure; but since Rowl's smaller, and -- here -- lemme check." Swallowing hard to control his nerves, Slugger carefully weighed Gerrio's testicles in his right hand, did the same with Ericksson's, then announced, "Rowl's gonna do okay. Prob'ly take longer, too, so the General will have more time to -- uh -- you know --"
"Enjoy it?" asked Gerrio, stroking his erect shaft. "Our intelligence reports -- well, I'll find that out for myself soon enough, now that -- Slugger, is it? -- has resolved our little problem. You do agree, don't you, Fnrr?"
The Grojan commander was studying Ericksson's sexual equipment with increasingly proprietary interest. "The Lieutenant also agrees?"
"Yessir," said Ericksson, touching his glans and then squeezing his testicles. "Whenever you're ready . . . just help yourself."
"That's settled, then," said General Gerrio. "Move out!"
Ranger officers strode to their positions; Grojans trundled to theirs. In seconds, Gerrio stood facing his troops, with Rowl to his right and Fnrr to his left. Danny and Bob knelt nearby, cameras focussed on the General's quivering prong.
Three more naked Ranger officers formed a rank just behind Gerrio, each with a Grojan to his right. Behind them, the other Grojan and Space Ranger staff officers spread out in a third rank, with Slugger and Ericksson at the left end.
Commands echoed across the parade ground. Each squadron commander reported his troops present and accounted for. Gerrio returned each salute; after the last, he nodded to Rowl, who reached for the naked General's glans with a feeding tube. As Rowl engulfed the tip of Gerrio's virile shaft, Gerrio shouted, "Pass in review!" and his troops began to march.
Slugger noticed that Bob was now focusing his camera on the second rank, where three more Grojan feeding tubes reached for three lusty Ranger shafts. "Uh -- yeah," said Slugger, shifting his microphone to his right hand. "Things are moving right along at last. General Gerrio is in front, reviewing his troops, with Low-Officer Rowl already working on his -- his glans. And right behind them -- uh -- Lieutenant Ericksson, who are the three guys getting eaten behind the General?"
Ericksson said, "Staff-Major Zetto, Plans, on the right; Staff-Major Langston, Supply, middle; and Staff-Minor Soren, Training, left. Rest of the staff will get eaten later, a few every day. Colonel Pasco -- officer with big shoulders -- far end of the rank we're in -- he's in command now."
Gerrio ejaculated as the First Squadron marched past; the three officers in the second rank climaxed a moment later. Slugger felt his own shaft twitch as he watched.
Squadron by Squadron, the naked, hard-cocked troops passed in review, turned left, left again, and marched back to their starting positions. Next, half of the First Squadron marched forward, then spread into a line of naked virility that stretched from one end of the parade ground to the other, half-way between the other troops and General Gerrio. A column of Grojans emerged from their formation at the end of the field and trundled along that line; then the two lines merged into one, Grojans alternating with Rangers. In the middle of that line, the commander of the First Squadron, now with a Grojan at his side, shouted an order. As one, the Rangers in the line turned to face Gerrio and saluted. The naked General returned the salute, and each Ranger turned to face his Grojan, steadied his lusty shaft with his left hand, and guided it into a hungry feeding tube. Within minutes, naked Rangers were ejaculating into the tentacles that were devouring them alive.
Slugger turned to Ericksson and said, "That's a real -- uh -- lusty bunch of guys you got there."
"Trying to put on a good show," said the young officer. "Third Squadron has a team that's going to try to climax simultaneously. Crazy bunch of kids, but -- there, formation's over."
Slugger heard the Squadron commanders shout, "Dismissed." He saw the units dissolve into naked individuals who surrounded the Rangers being eaten. The Grojan formation at the end of the field was breaking up too. Along the side of the field, civilian spectators were shedding their clothes. A few invited Grojans to help themselves, including one -- no, two women who watched, fascinated, as tentacles slid into their vaginas.
Danny appeared at Slugger's side. "General wants t' get interviewed."
Slugger trotted after Danny, with Ericksson at his side. When they reached General Gerrio, he said, "Slugger, I want to thank you for resolving our little -- misunderstanding."
"Uh -- sure, sir -- you're welcome." Slugger suppressed a grin, and asked, "Uh -- General, -- uh -- how's it feel, getting eaten alive like -- like this?"
"Alive and on camera?" Gerrio chuckled, gesturing at Danny and his video equipment. "Well, it's important to show -- to really prove that we humans don't welsh on our bets, and the Space Rangers . . ." The naked General took a deep breath and licked his lips. "To tell the truth, it's not bad, kind of fun, even: watching it happen, feeling . . . and Officer -- Low- Officer Rowl is taking me slow and easy, giving me plenty of time to -- to enjoy it." He looked down, smiled, and patted the little Grojan that was feeding on his shaft. "Less than half eaten, and I'm ready to -- shoot -- again!"
And as Slugger, Ericksson, Danny, and the camera watched, the naked General's muscles tightened into sharp relief. Panting hard, General Gerrio jabbed hard with his partly-eaten, still- rigid shaft, then relaxed with a sigh. "Whee, that was good."
High-Lord Fnrr joined the group around Gerrio and said to Slugger, "Also I thank you." The Grojan turned to Colonel Pasco. "I have now a question."
"Go ahead," said the big-shouldered Colonel.
The High-Lord waved a few hands in the direction of the spectators. "I closely examined those of your sex. But I saw pictures only of your other sex. You perhaps could arrange one up close, to see?"
Lieutenant Ericksson said, "I'll try, sir."
"And coupling with one of your men, perhaps?"
"See what I can do, sir." The young officer glanced at Pasco, who nodded, then loped away, returning a few moments later with a naked, long-legged blonde and a pair of hard-cocked Space Rangers.
The blonde smiled at the big Grojan. "How do, your Highship. Call me Milly. I hear tell you'd like to see me and the boys here do a little show for you?"
Fnrr said, "You are right."
"Sure, sure, no problem," she said, "so long as it's okay with the General here?"
"Go to it," said General Gerrio. "I want to watch too."
"No problem," she said. "Come on, boys; let's get with it, while -- you know." She turned to the bigger of the two Space Rangers and said, "Jack, you're good with words."
"You want me to explain to the Grog -- uh -- the Grojan what we're doing as we go along?"
Said Fnrr. "Begin at the beginning and go on to the end."
"And then stop?" asked Jack. "Sorry, sir -- it's a quotation from -- anyway, you can see how's she's built different and all."
"I have seen drawings. She has a place to receive your coupling organ?"
The big Space Ranger pointed to Milly's blonde-furred crotch. "And up here, these are for making milk, if she has a baby," he said, gently stroking the blonde's firm breasts. "Now, to get her in that condition -- that is, if we aren't taking the usual precautions and so on -- we'll start with the standard position . . ."
Slugger stood at Ericksson's side, watching as Milly gracefully dropped to the ground, stretched out on her back, and spread her thighs. Jack knelt between her knees. "Usually, we'd start out with clothes on, and take them off nice and slow. Then we'd play around a bit, getting me up hard, and getting her -- ready. But since we're all good and hot from that spray-thing of yours, . . ." He leaned forward, placed his hands on the ground on either side of Milly's shoulders, and supported his weight on hands and toes while he carefully probed her crotch with his rigid shaft. His glans found her vulva and slid in.
Jack looked up and said, "See? Now that I've speared her with the tip of my prong, the rest goes in easy." Still on hands and toes, he eased half the length of his virile shaft into Milly, paused, and said, "Like that." Jack slowly bent his elbows, lowering his muscular chest onto her breasts, then slid himself in to the hilt as Milly met his impaling thrust. He tightened his arms around her; she locked her legs around his thighs. "And then we go at it, pumping in and out, in and out, like this."
The big Space Ranger thrust a few more strokes, then uncoupled and rolled onto his back beside the naked blond. "Or the guy can be on the bottom -- like this." Jack pointed his stiff prong at the sky as Milly rose to her feet and knelt astride Jack's hips, facing his head. She paused when his glans touched her vulva, then slowly impaled herself on his shaft. "Now I can relax and she does the work."
The blond slid up and down Jack's shaft for a half-dozen strokes, then leaned forward to lie on his broad chest while his hips took up the thrusting rhythm. Jack kissed her, held her tight for a moment. "For still more variety . . . Tom?"
The second Space Ranger stretched himself on the ground beside Jack. Milly stood up, then knelt astride Tom's hips, facing his feet, and spitted herself on his stiff prong. She slid up and down for a few strokes; then, with his shaft still deep in her vagina, she lay back against his naked torso.
Jack said, "Most gals doing two guys at once take one up her -- her anus, but Tom's long enough, and Milly's -- ah -- roomy enough, up front, so . . ." Jack knelt astride Tom's and Milly's hips and bent his shaft down.
Slugger felt his own prong throb as he watched Jack's glans slide along Tom's shaft and into Milly. Slugger glanced down at Ericksson's thick shaft; a droplet glistened at the tip. General Gerrio was near orgasm again, and so were the three staff officers being eaten. Several more naked Rangers gripped quivering shafts as they watched.
Jack completed his impaling thrust, looked up, and said, "I'm all the way in, now. And with both of us rubbing against her insides, and rubbing our prongs against each other . . ." Jack pumped a few strokes, then took a deep breath and let his muscles relax. "Let's slow down," said Jack, and Tom stopped pumping too.
"Any questions?" asked the big Space Ranger. "No? Well, we'll go all the way this time -- all the way to -- uh -- to climax, when we pump our juices into her." He and Tom started pumping again; within minutes, first Jack, then Tom gasped aloud, rammed himself in to the hilt, and went rigid. Jack relaxed with a deep sigh, slowly withdrew, and got to his feet. Milly sat up, panting; and Jack helped her to stand. As Tom stood, Jack gestured at their glistening shafts, and said, "This stuff we just squirted into her -- that's what gets a baby going. Usually, we'd go limp by now, but this stuff of yours -- we're still up hard, but I don't know how long it'll take to get another load ready to go."
"Not too -- long," said Gerrio, breathing hard. "And after watching you three perform . . ." With both hands, he gripped the tentacle that was slowly consuming his virile shaft, thrust slowly a few times, then released his grip and smiled. "I'll be ready to shoot again by the time Rowl starts eating my balls."
"I thank you for this little show," said Fnrr, nodding to Milly and her two naked companions. "But I have more questions." The High-Lord turned to Slugger. "Your sex lacks that receiving cavity. But if two of you --"
"Like this?" asked Slugger. He dropped to his knees, took Ericksson's thick shaft in his left hand, and engulfed the broad glans with his mouth. The naked ballplayer sucked hard, probed with his tongue, then pulled back and turned to the Grojan High- Lord. "No -- uh -- babies this way, but it's kinda fun for -- both guys doing it. Ya just -- keep sucking until he shoots his -- juices." He looked up, met Ericksson's wry smile. "Okay?"
"Okay. Just -- keep sucking." Ericksson gently pulled Slugger's head back onto the waiting shaft. A dozen strokes had the blond Lieutenant panting hard; a dozen more, and Slugger's mouth was suddenly full of slippery semen. Slugger swallowed hard, then hungrily sucked the Lieutenant dry.