Different Planet Ch 36

"You want him inside you, don't you, Haly?" Alex asked, hugging her as she stepped out of the VR cubicle.

"You think I think about his cock while I'm at work?" She laughed, "I don't even think about YOUR cock at work!" She kissed him, then thought a second. "OK, I'll be honest. Whatever they've done to him has made him a fucking machine!" She kissed him again, "Think about how you'd feel if the situation were reversed. If you had a chance to play with a girl with the kind of desire and stamina that boy still has, even days after he's been out of the chemical clutches of the docents? And remember," she kissed him again, "In this colony, at least until the next few generations even out, you boys still have so many more girls to pick from, but unless Slatee gets hold of another escapee from the Milking Barn, we'll never find another lover that can perform like Gene."

"You have got me there, darling!" He patted her arse and ran a finger up her left thigh to her crotch, "That boy could come in every known nook of your body," he kissed her, slipping his tongue in between her lips for extra emphasis, "and still have enough left over to ride through the valley between your nipples and give you a facial soaking you from eyebrows to chin."

"Don't remind me," she said, pushing his hand away from her arse, "of my bruised butthole!"

"Bruised, but whole!" He laughed and, after a few moments, so did she. "I hope he got on well with Mandy. He's been gone a long time."

"Expected that," she said, "You've been with her, or tried, if I remember. You couldn't get hard for her, and you're always horny."

"It's not that she's unattractive."

"She's UGLY, Alex!"

"I've had really great sex with ugly old women," he teased, "But she's so discouraged. Resigned, almost. You can feel that she's still trying, but she sees my cock droop and, I don't know, something just goes out of her." He thought for a moment, remembering, "Even tried sixty-nine with her. Didn't work for either of us. And then on top of everything, Gene is paranoid about his love juice falling into the wrong hands!"

"Or pussy, or whatever," Haly chuckled, rubbing her crotch against Alex's leg.

Gene came back a few minutes later, before Alex and Haly could slip into bed. The boy hadn't fully recovered, even after the long walk, and was still feeling a bit dreamy -- on the way back he hadn't looked over his shoulder once, memories of the docents had dulled for a little while at least, even with Mandy reminding him of those white witches.

"Hey," said Haly simply, giving him a friendly hug, "You're looking good!" She could see his face was more relaxed, "Enjoy your time with Mrs Gorman?"

"Yes, thanks," he said.

"She have fun too?" Alex prompted.

"Oh yes!" he saw the surprise on Alex's face. "I mean," he searched for the right words, "I don't think she's the kind of woman to fake it just for my sake?"

"Of course not," Haly said, "I'm SO glad for her. She's been so melancholy lately."

"Oh good!" he sounded relieved, "And what's more, I'm starting to feel more...." he thought for a second, "More normal now. If that's the right way to put it!"

He was thinking about Mandy now. Not about the being in bed with her, the frantic thrusting, the surprisingly tight, hot grip of her vaginal muscles, her filthy horny talk as she played with her tits and sucked on her nipples while he watched, her powerful, groaning orgasms as he came hard inside her.

No, he was remembering the afterwards, the soap and water as she washed his genitals at the sink before sending him home. He could have done it himself, but it felt so good, the old woman's hands cupping his balls, rolling them in her palm, stroking up and down his cock, pushing back the foreskin to rinse off the cockhead. She was taking care of him, not pumping him like he was a hose, a hose she had to work on to make something come out of. He couldn't imagine her as a docent.

"I think the perpetually horny is finally starting to fade," he continued, then noticed Haly was looking at him, noticing his erection was starting to recover.

Alex rescued them, "Of course if a pretty girl like Haly is here, it's normal to feel a bit horny?"

"More than a bit," Gene agreed, "But it's a good horniness, what you get from seeing something beautiful, not a craziness burning out from inside your brain." Good horny, like when he was a kid before they sent him to the dormitory and his girlfriend played a game with his cock, trying to see how many times she could wank it and make it squirt for her. Her, he would have put his cock inside her if she'd wanted it. But she didn't want. Didn't even want to take it in her mouth. Pretended to, bending over as if she was going to, but only to spit on it to lube it up, like she'd learned.

It was as if Haly was hearing his thoughts. "Horny and normal?" she asked, "Enough to do a bit more than give me a mouthful? I mean, a mouthful is nice, but..."

"Thank you," Gene said, "If you can do that for me, and if I can do that..." he fumbled. They'd all been so good to him. Giving. Not taking, like what all the docents only ever did.

"And I'll provide her a nice mouthful," Alex finished for him, winking. "Let's undress her right here," he continued, "She likes to walk naked, and we'd like to watch her walk, if only a short walk to the bedroom, wouldn't we?" From behind her, he reached around and cupped her breasts playfully, then stepped back and let Gene begin.

Haly had just finished in the VR cabinet, so there wasn't much to take off: work clothes, not spicy lingerie. Her tunic was utilitarian white, but tight. Even so, and even with some sweat from working in close quarters, the fabric was so discreet her breasts showed only featureless curves. When Gene reached for her hips and took the hem, pulling it up and off, he was unveiling her, skin mahogany dark against the fabric of her brassière. But her nipples and areolae were still a barely visible shadow: the bra cups were made of an elastic white material that was almost opaque, and tight enough to keep even Haly's prominent nipples completely under control. Not a trace of a bump showed on those perfect hemispheres.

They tumbled out when Alex unhooked her straps from behind. Dark skin, darker, nubbly areolae around luscious nipples already hard enough to scratch glass.

Haly couldn't wait now, whether Gene was fully recovered or not. She pushed down her trousers and panties in one motion, then kicked them away, under the kitchen table. He barely had time to look at the sparse, tightly curled hairs on her pubis, barely enough for a teenager and no concealment at all for her pussylips, before she turned around and bent over the table. "Drop your trousers, boys!" was all she said as she moved her legs apart and stretched out, pressing her breasts flat and positioning her head over the other side of the table.

Gene stared as her arse-cheeks and purple-skinned pussylips opened. The bright, wet pink inside her caught his eyes at first -- the lights in the kitchen were NOT low or romantic and her vaj muscles were squirming with desire -- then the tight brown ring of her anus winked at him and memories flooded his mind.

Memories of spitting on Vesse's arse-crack and rubbing the saliva into her anus. Hearing her scream as he forced his way in. Spitting on the shaft to help it slide smoother. Knowing it was still more than she could take. Holding her down by the neck when she tried to fight free of him. Tears running down her cheeks, soaking into the pillow as he pushed her face into it. Mocking her for trying to steal his sperm.

Docents coming the next day to drag him off to the Milking Barn.

There were so many boys imprisoned in the Milking Barn, but only a few overworked docents. Even with the nurses and doctors the staff of white witches was vastly outnumbered, in control of the inmates only because they were chemically docile, zombie boys who could do nothing but eat and sleep and exercise and then meekly submit to being milked, over and over and over, helplessly producing the precious semen for their harvest. Even enjoying the process in a hazy, sleepwalking, endlessly orgasmic way.

If he could free them...

There were so few docents, he knew them all by name, at least if you gave him time to remember, though that brain-fog was almost gone. The day he left, or, rather, the night he left, there were only three women (Riki Wilchins, Jessica Debalzo and Dr Winfrey, whose name badge revealed only her last name) in a room with rows and rows of cots occupied by boys. Boys they often struggled to handle properly, however much chemical happyjuice had been dispensed, even when they were all supposed to be asleep.

Riki was the one who liked to drag him to the Jizz Squad, even if she had to wake him up in the middle of the night. No wet dreams on my watch, no milk spoiling while I'm on duty. And she did DRAG the boys, tugging on their erect cocks so they stumbled along behind her.

Sometimes Riki liked to pull him over to Omar, instead of the Alexandria machine, his favorite (he shivered, even now, to think he had a favorite set of rubber female genitalia!), shoving his cock into it while her other hand pushed him from behind, sometimes sneaking a finger in to probe his anus, just to show him who was in control. Maybe she got off on watching him take a boy up the arse, even if it was a rubber arse, with rubber cock and balls hanging down from it. Then, after Omar's love tunnel began to pulsate and the video screen came on he lost control, like all boys in the Milking Barn always did.

If he could free them...

Riki, stripped naked and forced up against Omar, feeling the pulsations of Omar's mechanical bubble-butt rubbing against her. Furious boys holding her arms and legs, turning her head forward so she had to close her eyes or watch the most violent, degrading videos they could find in the Milking Barn's massive pornography library. The rest lining up to take her, one by one forcing their cocks up into her, You want my milk, bitch? Well here it is! Filling both holes as she screamed and cried and their creamy revenge dripped down the insides of her thighs to make big pools on the medically antiseptic tile floor.

If he could free them...

But how many would want to be free, after all?