Message-ID: <34377asstr$1009768203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <200112301616.LAA18732@despammed.com> From: cyberczar@despammed.com X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 11:16:21 -0500 (EST) Subject: {ASSM} (RP) [5/5] Hard Rain (MF, Fdom, nc, mc, scifi) Date: Sun, 30 Dec 2001 22:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, hecate Chapter 5 Climax The next several days were uneventful. He lay on his table, mostly with his eyes closed, and wondered if he'd ever get out of his hell-hole, and wished he was dead. He had no life left in him. No home to go back to, no job, and no love. Steady streams of tears were now a regular occurance with him as his emotions were getting the best of him. He learned to not fight anything anymore. Resistance, in this case, was futile. Like clockwork, he began to feel a tingling sensation in his loins, as his body was unnaturally forced to generate more semen. Only this time, the tingling felt different. It was stronger, more intense. Higher and higher his hips arched up uncontrollably. Alarms sounded all over the place. Lights turned on. All around he could see his fellow captives experiencing the same thing as he. Dull moans coming from thousands of men. Stronger, the sensations became. His cock was even more stiff than before, pressing hard against his stomach. The Kitarian's cock was even forced closer to his body; unnatural for a Kitarian, definitely. He could see visible throbbing of the man's 3 foot organ throbbing up and down with each of his heart-beats. Louder and louder the moans were heard. The human male across from his was starting to shake violently on his table. The Nechian male's cock was actually growing larger. Still, there was no climax yet. Something was wrong. Something was seriously wrong. He couldn't stand the pleasure anymore, his balls were aching. Yearning for their release. His heart raced, his breathing became fast and shallow. Pleasure turning into pain. His cock was turning blue, his blood pressure rising. A loud vibration could be heard as the prostate stimulators on all the men kicked in simultaneously. Loud cries, grunts, and moans coming from him, and everybody. Suddenly, they all erupted. Liters, and gallons of semen expelled from their bodies simultaneously. Thrashing. Bucking. Kicking. More and more alarms sounded. The flow of running fluid could be heard as pipes began to burst under their extreme pressure. Struggling, he managed to break free from his reins. Ripping out the tube which was inserted down his throat, he was able to swallow for the first time in over a month. He also ripped out the cathodes which were inserted into his penises. Streams of jism shot out of him from both of his shafts, spraying him, and the floor. He managed to unbuckle his feet restraints. When he got on the floor, he found massive puddles of his, and his patriot's jism. Buckling under the sensations he was still feeling, he almost collapsed. His legs extremely weak. Several other men had managed to free themselves from their binds and like him, were helping other men to escape. They all were still orgasming, spraying their hot, sticky juices all over the place. The Kitarian man was quick to run out of the room, which none of the other captives minded. His jets were so powerful, and he was ejecting so much cum, he was getting everybody wet. Just then, the overhead pipe burst, releasing even more jism as it got the thousand men drenched. They found a staircase, where they were met with thousands of other men, all hard, and all climaxing, as they rushed to find an exit. The stairs were so slippery from the volume of jism being expelled by all these men that they were tripping all over each other on their way down. John was relieved to find he was only on the second floor of the building. He ran into a field which was behind the building and joined several thousand other men who had created a group. Looking back, he was stunned at the sheer mass and size of the building he was once in. It stood over 25 stories tall, and each floor was the size of three football fields. More and more men followed after him, all naked, all continously climaxing. The ground was becoming saturated with semen. Sticky mud was forming. Word began to spread throughout the group that someone found a stream and waterfall not far from where the men stood, and they all followed eachother towards the woods. Ten men at a time jumped into the stream and under the waterfall to shower for the first time in months. Downstream, the water became polluted as male's juices were washed off and flushed away. John stayed under the cold water for several minutes, and he found it refreshing and invigorating. Surprisingly, the water had an unexpected effect on him and the rest of the men. It's coldness diminshed their libidos, stopped them all from orgasming, and cause all of their cocks to return to normal. Groups of fifty started to form in the water as they all bathed and washed. Retreating to the shore across the stream, the men gathered to relax and regain their strength. John noticed the Kitarian off in the distance, alone. He was amazed at how small his cock was now that it wasn't aroused. For once, in many many months, their dreams were not sexual, as night befell upon them and they had a restful sleep. Epilogue A society that bases itself on one resource to sustain itself is doomed to fail. Without raw materials to generate electricity, factories and industries were destroyed. Markets crumbled. In fact, it was this society's own greed for more energy which proved to be their eventual undoing. All the power plants had shut down, devoid now of fuel to sustain them. What the men didn't realize was that the stream they bathed in, the cold fluid which brought back their manhood, was the central water supply for the City. Polluted now with thousands of gallons of semen, now washed off the men's bodies, there was no more potable water. Their one resource which probably could have saved them, was now milked dry. Because of months; and for some, years, of abuse and mistreatment, even their own male citizens were now infertile. A society full of women with no men to pregnate them. No way to continue on. Can it be of no surprise that in only 100 years the entire civilization died off? But what happened to our men? Fortunately for them, some had overpowered a subspace transmission station and had radioed the Federation for help. Aware now of the atrocities which took place on their planet, the Federation was not very inclined to help the female citizens of this world. The men slowly regained their lives. Most got married and adopted children which were in need of homes. Every once in awhile someone, somewhere, walks into a bar and recognizes one of their comrades. Nothing is said between them as the two share a drink, for they have shared something together most people in this galaxy can only have nightmares if they discover, and their bonds are now more stronger than words. Credits Special thanks to one man, somewhere, who wrote me last week suggesting this story. Concerned that perhaps he might be the only one out here who shared his views, I assured him he wasn't. Finding others, he said, was extremely difficult. I've included his original Email to me in the preface of this story (with his address masked out for privacy reasons.) If you share some of the same fantasies as this young writer does, feel free to contact me, and I'll forward your note to him. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+