Large Prey
Colton couldn't believe what he was feeling: his insides seemed to swell and contract with each thrust of the smaller mans narrow hips. "The smaller man"....it was so weird what was happening and had happened to the big astronaut: Colton wondered if this masterful creature pounding the daylights out of his rectum was really a man at all! There was no question that the alien was in control. From the moment Officer Drake Colton had been lured, trapped, bagged, and tagged by his diminutive alien captor, the huge, gallant, even fearless, spaceman had behaved exactly like one of the submissive primates his people bred, trained and used for menial labor on his homeworld, the difference, of course, was that no human would ever have USED one of those dumb, cowed, groveling, obedient, "Drubs" (as they were called) for the dark sexual servitude this alien had put Colton into in a matter of hours.
As if to punctuate the spaceman's mental wanderings, the small alien clasped Colton's left pectoral muscle, and thrust in his huge probe deeper into the hot tight confines of Colton's most private place. As it sunk home, it then swelled and snaked with tremendous articulation: "Like a baby elephant's trunk" thought Colton as he felt the intense pressure and motion of the alien thing stirring his guts. The sheer pleasure/torture/humiliation that mounted up inside the rugged astronaut threatened to overflow his mind, blinding and masking his own thoughts like sexual sheet-lightning. Just then the thing stroked Colton's prostate with such precision that Colton lost all control and gave out a mewling sort of whimper. Anyone hearing that cry would have thought of a small puppy expressing his utter delight and total submission as his master bent down to stoke and fondle warm soft head. Indeed, Drake Colton, at 6'5" and 230lbs of rock solid muscle, trained to handle the unknown, and subdue the dangerous, was now helplessly lost in the thrall of total sexual submission: Here he was, spitted on the fleshly spike of an alien hunter who only wished to further debase this storybook hero of a man, and all Colton could think was that he would die of despair if the small alien were to withdraw the instrument of Colton's total and utter pleasure from his muscled ass! The big man felt as if his huge body was being lifted off the floor my the smaller man's clever tool, though that seemed impossible...Colton was quite literally "hooked" body and mind, on this attentions of his captor.
Small hands with pincer-like fingers ran over his big brown nipples, each touch sending ripples of electric joy down his spine and into his own turgid sex. The little alien was playing him like a fine-tuned instrument on the perfect concert stage: the entire audience consuming Colton's nakedness and debasement, swallowing his humiliation and his mindless enslavement. yes, Officer Drake Colton was now become a Drub, a sex-starved monkey hoping his master would somehow never cease this incredible pleasuring of his big muscled frame. So forceful was the alien's pounding of Colton's ass that the rear corona of Colton's big uncircumcised sex organ was now beating against the plassteel counter over which he was bent. Each time his enflamed tree trunk hit the thing, Colton gave out a loud, uncouth grunt, likewise, the spaceman was oblivious to the fact that a clear thread or saliva had begun to slip from his open jaw and was pooling on the counter top. In profile, his square, jaw and classic facial features were twisted in an animal expression of abandon. It appeared that Drake Colton's lights were on, but that no one was at home...
Time seemed to slow as the handsome astronaut's mind disintegrated into a thousand, thousand flower petals of fluttering bliss. There seemed no end to the heights that this alien being could take Colton, and for his own part, at least in his mind Colton was indeed soaring higher than any orbit he had entered in real life. The hypnotic, almost total sexual rapport that had subdued him from his first encounter with the wily hunter now deepened to a kind of base devotion to his captor, his keeper, his overlord.
Suddenly, Colton felt an urgent desire to please his assailant: he now desperately wanted to release his male seed, to somehow prove his loyalty and utter devotion to this small man pounding his ass, but something was holding him back! Colton strained against the soft restraints holding his huge arms fast to the examination table, his thick arm muscles snaking and bulging at the effort, but the bonds held fast. In truth these selfsame restraints had held much larger quarry than Drake Colton, but that is another story. Colton's gigantic thighs and grapefruit-like calves likewise bulged and strained, but again, the spaceman was frustrated in his efforts. His orgasm-release seemed totally hopeless no matter how hard he tried, but his intense pleasure continued unabated.
At last, Colton's futile-yet-singleminded drive to shoot his load culminated in a deep sexual growl, emanating from deep within his groin and finding it's way up through his abdomen and into his throat. The resultant howl was truly primal indeed, it's pace and resonation punctuated by the relentless thrusts of his alien keeper. The smaller man seemed not to notice and even increased the swelling, snaking exploration/exploitation of Drake's exposed body and intimate places. In fact, it seemed now to Drake that the alien was always opening new erogenous zones on his body with each exploratory pass of his grasping probing hands. Colton felt like he was being transformed into a sort of conductor through which this creatures powerful sexual energy could flow, like he was becoming a simple tool with only one purpose: to pleasure his keeper. This one desire enflamed the astronaut's mind binding him to this creature with cords of molten sex. Then the alien did the unthinkable: he pulled out. Colton's animal world of self-centered pleasure came crashing down and another primal howl boiled up from his heroic frame. The sentiment of his cry was clear: Officer Drake Colton, of the Elite Spacing Corps would do anything, abase himself to no end if only he were allow to return to his former state of ecstatic, pre-orgasmic bliss by his master and keeper. Indeed Colton had yet to reach, or perhaps had not been allowed to reach, climax...
As if to reinforce these thoughts of utter submission/devotion, and as Colton panted, trembled and waited passively, like a calf at slaughter for a second anal onslaught ,the alien's hands now seemed to change in intensity and temperature as they flowed over him, from here to there: now hot and insistent, now chilling and painful, tracing his manly hide with tingling trails of electricity that lingered and expanded over him until he felt as if his entire body were slowly being ensnared in a fine mesh or web, inescapable and unbreakable. Colton now had the distinct impression that this was more than just an illusion and that he was actually being somehow enwebbed by some kind of a restraining net or cocoon. Something clicked or completed itself like a living circuit, and Colton felt the finished web tightening around him, sealing itself around his limbs, feet, face and chest. For the moment at least, Colton's mind was now totally removed from renewing the pleasurable assault on his newly-discovered prostate to this exhilarating sensation that his entire body was being coated with millions of spiderwebs, and that like a spider's prey he was not likely to escape once the web had been cast.
The restraining web was encasing, or more actually compressing his muscled 6'5" frame in what felt like a living flight-suit made of a network of silken threads. Colton could feel the thousands of creeping webs wrapping-up between his toes, over his sensitive lips and tightening around his scrotum. Though he had no trouble breathing, he had the distinct feeling that he was somehow being sealed into this new webbing, and that when it was complete he would be as subject to the body-web's manipulations and controls as he was subject to his hunter-captor. Colton realized that even his own human hide would not be his own. Without warning, a lightning storm of powerful energy impulses began surging over Colton's musculature. The big man gasped and clenched as his muscles flexed and relaxed unbidden and against his own desire. The ever-tightening web seemed to be "curing" or completing the transformative process on his naked body, and now he gazed down at his own body, strangely fascinated by the transformation process, and it seemed as if he could actually see the pulsing network of neural webbing compressing his body, sealing him into a living prison of gossamer energy. A dark thrill surged through his loins as he realized that he was titillated by his new living restraints. The rugged astronaut felt a strong sexual charge at the thought of being kept by this alien manhunter: Colton felt like a prized panther, sleek and muscled, an alpha male, both fierce and yet desirable. He had been hunted, taken down, and was now caged and tamed for his captors sole pleasure: Officer Drake Colton felt like a living trophy, a sexual souvenir from an interstellar safari! He was far too lost in his own state of fantasy to notice that his keeper had released the active restraints holding him in place over the examination table, and that the captive space soldier was now inexplicably standing upright at stiff attention staring straight ahead.
As hie eyes focused forward Colton suddenly saw himself as if for the first time. From a young age, Drake Colton had always been uncommonly handsome, intelligent, and firm of leg and body, but now his beautiful maleness, smooth skin, and heroic musculature seemed to glow with an inner light as he rigid body trembled with newfound energy and radiance. Colton was slowly slipping back into reality, or at least what seemed to be reality, after his hallucinogenic sex-trip of the last six hours or so. The entire far wall of the alien's lab was a huge looking glass and Colton now gazed from out of the depths of his own mind. "Panther" was now an understatement beyond all reason: Colton's entire body had somehow grown and changed: his muscles had taken on an almost extreme definition, and yet each muscle group was in perfect aesthetic balance to every other, with two exceptions: his thighs and buttocks had increased to immense proportions, such that his gluteus muscles now protruded from his hindquarters in an overt and utterly lurid display of the gates leading to his submissive anal sex organ. There was little doubt that his buttocks and rectum were now way beyond "feature item" or "desirable destination"; Colton's huge ass was now a musclebound amusement park with a 50 foot billboard screaming ENTER HERE!!!" to any and all that wanted an e-ticket ride to his hyper-masculine cave of delights. Even in his strange state of sexual servitude, the site of his protruding ass caused in Colton the deep blush and abiding fear of total exposure/humiliation. His captor was busy transforming Colton into the most desirable, yet lowest kind of "Drub": one only fit to use as a sexual receptacle, a mindless, but very beautiful ornament to the end of this great hunter's cock.
Recovering from seeing his newfound attributes in the mirrored wall, Colton now noted one more small, but ultimately pleasurable humiliation: the astronaut's already turgid erection had now grown considerably, and beyond all explanation, it appeared that his cock had actually grown in both girth and length in a matter of hours, and that his uncut male sex was drooling a steady stream of clear fluid. That was actually when Colton noticed that he was at attention and utterly unable to move a muscle. The tight neural web covering his entire body, even to the point of covering every hair on his head and skin, now seemed to be in total control of his motor functions, and again almost as if in psychic response to this realization, his body snapped into an even tighter more restrained state of attention, as if he were encased in a full-body straitjacket. His small keeper, easily two or three feet shorter than Colton, now strolled in front of his helpless prey. The diminutive alien was handsome to look at: almost a perfect half-sized copy of Colton himself, though Colton's eyes were deep green, and the hunter's eyes were a sort of reddish auburn or hazel...In fact the hunter's hair was a radiant dark reddish hue. Colton felt an incredible magnetic/electric energy emanating from the man's perfect male form as the alien stood before him and a fresh, almost spicy, scent like moss and pine needles and youthful maleness wafted into Colton's nostrils. His youthful days spent playing with the other boys in athletics suddenly jumped to mind, as the sweet aroma of males together mingled in his memory. But that was just a memory, and Colton was far from home and beholden to this alien that had subdued him and rendered him helpless as a kitten. But helpless as he was, Colton actually felt an intense inner drive to please this being, and it almost seemed like his sex, as hard and long as ithad become in his transformation, was now growing out from his body even more: trying to extend and touch it's true master!
Before he knew what was happening, Colton felt his head bending down, though he himself was unable to move a muscle in any way: The neural body-web, now integrated with his central nervous system, seemed to have assumed total control over his body at this point, and somehow the small alien before him seemed to be sending mental commands to the web! The alien looked up into Colton's green eyes and held them fast. Then, with deft fingers, the being brushed the tip of Colton's sex and the body-web responded: Colton almost had a heart attack, so strong was the jolt of sexual electricity that flowed from the aliens small caressing hands to the tip of his pounding sex, rapidly spreading over his pectoral muscles, surrounding his buttocks, penetrating his armpits, and running down into his long naked toes. Unable to move, and in utter thrall to the alien's piercing hazel eyes, Colton felt his testicles begin to boil with a force and masculine energy unlike anything he had ever experienced. Suddenly his buttocks clenched with tremendous force and every muscle in his body seemed to heed the call. His powerful torso shook, his huge thighs flexed, and his now grossly enlarged penis began to erupt with spasming gouts of flying semen. It seemed to burn up the hot track of his urethra and launch out into the room with unstoppable force. Colton was now aware that he was punctuating each thrusting shot of semen with his own animal expletives, some low and guttural, some high and anguished as his mind ran the gamut of active/passive/male/female/slave/submissive/pleasure/joy/despair/pain/release.
After the ever lengthening moment and intensity of his healthy orgasm ebbed to the steady pulse of his head and still-hard cock, Colton became aware that his small alien captor had greedily supped his male seed as it was ejaculated and that nary a drop had fallen to the plassteel floor. Without another glance, Colton's captor/keeper, casually wiped the last drops of Colton's ample seed from his red lips and departed the lab, leaving the muscled spaceman standing at rigid attention, still trapped within the restraining body-web that the alien had so deftly spun over his heroic form. After another beat or two, the lights in the ship's lab went dim and then dark, leaving the captive hero standing alone in the darkened room. From the time of his capture until that very moment, his keeper had never spoken a word or even uttered an audible sound, and yet Cotlon felt as if he had been receiving mental or hypnotic suggestions and then later strict commands to which he was forced to respond.
Colton's mind drifted in and out of focus as an hour and then two hours passed in the darkened lab. Colton seemed neither hungry nor thirsty, as if the body-web had somehow altered his metabolism while it altered his physique. It mattered very little now. He simply had no desire to eat or drink, shit or piss. These things now seemed more alien to him than the being kept as a perfect little prisoner in this lab. Soon, he seemed to be in a sort of deep hypnotic sleep-state. Colton felt relaxed and not at all uncomfortable in his upright position, for the spaceman was now lost within an incredible lucid dream-state, full of strange and delightful pleasures, situated in lush jungles of gigantic alien plant-life and marvelous many-limbed creatures, going about their business as if Colton were not there at all. The spaceman wondered if perhaps this dream wonderland was his keeper's home world, and in answer, he was suddenly surrounded by ten or more men all nearly the same size as his keeper or even smaller. The men of the little tribe or hunting party wore simple loincloths of a soft yellow animal skin on their narrow hips. The short fur on the supple skin cloths was spotted, almost like that of the ancient Leopards of Earth.
The hunters were all mostly fair in complexion with reddish and blond hair and bright red face paint. Like his captor/keeper, the men were perfectly proportioned and well-muscled for their size and clearly possessed ample gifts of physical strength. Given the generous bulges in their loincloths, Colton judged them to be equals of his keeper in other gifts as well. Colton hoped that like the jungle dwellers he had seen so far, these ones would be of kind disposition, but unlike the jungle animals, these men had long stabbing weapons and now they were all were directed at Colton, who towered over the the tribesmen by almost four feet. At this moment, Colton looked down at himself, suddenly aware that he too was clad in a loincloth, almost as if the skimpy covering had appeared just as the thought entered into his imagination. The thin garment was a bit different from the little men surrounding him: his was of a deep red or burgundy suede, very supple and perfectly moulded to his own ample manhood. In fact he suddenly thought the tight suede loin-skin outlined his private bits in front a bit too well, and even felt a sexual stirring as he realized that the soft red hide clung to and rode-up in between his now oversized buttocks rather uncomfortably like a tight-fitting second skin. The garment certainly left little or nothing to be imagined from the rear.
At the thought that he was utterly exposed to these tribal huntsmen and possibly in great danger, Drake's heart began to pound a little faster. It was unusual for one such as Officer Drake Colton of The Elite Spacing Corps to react in such a way. Normally, Colton would have assessed his situation and executed a plan for better or worse before his opponents could get the upper hand, but somehow now in his dream-reality, his imagined or imminent peril was stirring his libido, pushing his sex-drive into overdrive. The ring of little tribal warriors gathered around him seemed to sense his rising excitement and anticipation and pressed closer to him, enjoying his anxiety over their threatening presence and stance. Colton's big half-naked body was giving off heat and scent as he began to feel more and more like a cornered animal or hapless prey. Small in stature as they might be, the weapons these hunters carried looked more than ample to inflict quick and severe harm on Colton's exposed body.
Before Colton could react with any sort of defense or plan the diminutive tribesmen were pressing their long sticks into his bare chest and naked thighs, thus eliminating any brief hope of escape. They quickly and very efficiently brought Colton's 6'5" frame down to their level, knocking him to his knees, pushing him down with many small but very firm hands, and then deftly binding his ankles, knees, thighs, wrists, and arms with several very soft, but very sinuous ropes of their own making. The speed with which they worked their magic made Colton's head spin as they wove and intricate web of thin ropes around his chest and thighs, running the soft lines around is waist and between his legs, often brushing the tight cloth that barely contained his bulging privates. In a twinkling, Colton was very securely and quite inescapably bound, hand and foot, and as he began to squirm and voice his objections and obvious discomfort, his open mouth was stuffed with a balled cloth and secured by another around his head, gagging him quite perfectly. His mmmphs and muffled grunts were ignored by this latest set of captors who seemed to take great pleasure in how easily they had brought this giant male specimen of a man to ground and packaged him up very nicely for transport: to their dwelling place or anywhere they wished to take their prize. Now this was not to be the end of Colton's jungle ordeal in the slightest. Now the small handsome males began to poke and prod Colton's body in ernest, looking at each other with knowing looks, but never speaking a word. Colton's big chest muscles were squeezed and groped like female breasts. His thick upper were arms gripped with the little natives' hands to see if any could reach all the way around. His feet were examined, and numerous hands now roved freely over his bound body. the nine tribesmen rubbed poked, stroked, pinched, and even tickled Colton as he lay on the soft mossy floor of the lush jungle. His big feet seemed to fascinate his assailants, especially his toes which were pulled and pushed and bent back, until Colton cried out in sudden pain and tried to once again squirm out of his many bonds, but it was useless, for these natives had excelled at immobilizing their quarry over centuries...even one as large and muscled as Drake Colton.
To that end there was also something very odd about just HOW the little men had trussed Drake Colton up: As he continued to resist his captors, he now noticed that great care had been taken to secure his bonds along his long torso and legs in such a way that certain pressure points were now being activated on his body. Some pressure points reduced his overall strength and circulation, making him suddenly feel a great weakness apathy, or weariness in his limbs, thus preventing him from escaping through sheer brute strength, while the other pressure points had a decidedly, tactile, effect on his virile frame: as Colton pulled twitched, and struggled against the soft ropes, the knots seemed to tighten just so, so that blood was directed towards his intimate parts, or certain erogenous zones received great stimulation. Colton suddenly found that the confines of his already too tight loincloth were moving from uncomfortable to unbearable with a surprising rapidity, and Colton feared that somehow these ropes were bringing on a level of arousal that would quickly cause his loincloth to burst asunder with the mounting pressure of his engorged penis. the spaceman's level of humiliation was rising by the minute...
It was also becoming clear that this was precisely the design of the little native men: After a while, they broke out victuals and began to feast in celebration of the tremendous catch. They seemed to find great relish observing Colton's mounting distress and subsequent arousal. As for the hapless Colton, he had quite forgotten their presence by that point, for he was now aware that the clever hunters had, quite purposefully, positioned his bound body directly over a colony of crawling insects or beetles, and though they had yet to taste Colton's exposed flesh via sting or bite, they were nevertheless, now swarming over his exposed legs, and broad chest, slipping between his huge thighs, and crawling into his armpits, up his nose, and most distressingly penetrating into the deepest reached of his ever-tightening loincloth! The torturous creatures forced Colton to squirm this way and that on the jungle floor trying to dislodge the determined crawlers, but Colton only truly succeeded in tightening his carefully applied bonds. Every mmpphh and grunt was greeted with satisfied gouts of laughter and cruel jeers from the diners, and several times the laughing hunters repositioned Colton's bound form BACK over the bug-infested nest, sometime facing up or down so as to extend their extreme pleasure at his ever-mounting desperation. After some two hours of this game, the handsome little men transferred their catch to a stout but very light wooden frame that flexed and twisted with Colton's big body and he continued to try to repulse his crawling friends. In this fashion, still gagged, and hopelessly trussed face-down to the wooden wain, Colton and the frame were hoisted up onto the strong shoulders of his little captors and he was trundled though the lush jungle to a fate unknown.
His predicament was not lessened by the fact that now his bulging sex was ever-so-painfully pressed, or crushed into the frame and each time they bounced or jostled along the trail, Colton's testes, already confined within the forced-chastity of his loincloth, were subject to an ever-mounting ache, then aching pain, then utter desperation to seek release. After several hours of this treatment, Colton's humiliating ball-torture turned to a sort of drooling, almost mindless desire to do anything for the sake of relief on his aching testicles. However when they did stop for a respite, Colton's "relief" was very short lived.
The little troupe of hunters decided to flip Colton over, giving his balls their much desired freedom, but a new game was fashioned for the native's pleasure and Colton's exquisite torment: A short stocky member of the hunting troupe pulled a small dark leather flask from his traveling pack, and removing the stopper poured a thick clear substance, like ambergris onto the smooth pommel of his hunting knife. A pungent, musky, slightly sweet aroma filled the air as he rubbed the slick fluid on the knife handle. The handle itself was fashioned from a highly polished white stone or more likely animal horn and was easily as long as the knife blade mounted in it. The distinguishing characteristic of the knife though was the smooth, thick handle, which resembled nothing more than a large erect penis several inches in diameter and perhaps ten inches long. The ornate shaft of the handle was studded with smooth raised bumps carved in the form of beetles...The wild huntsmen of Colton's dream world had a thing for beetles, or so it seemed. The panicked look of recognition in Colton's green eyes as the native lathered the handle of the big knife handle told the rest of the pack that Colton knew exactly what game was in store for him.
After each member of the nine-man troupe had taken his rightful turn inserting the huge object into Colton's tight rectum, (followed by some enthusiastic probing and stroking), their bound catch was once again hoisted and secured to the wooden frame, this time facing-up, but now Colton was summarily stripped of the too-tight loincloth which was immediately "pressed" into service, replacing the wad of cloth in Colton's gagged mouth. Now, breathing and tasting the musky funk of his own loincloth, and pinioned on ten inches of ceremonial hunting knife, now naked to the sky, Officer Drake Colton was once again lifted up and the troupe set-off at a jog. The wooden binding frame that held Drake jostled and flexed as the sturdy little woodsmen bore Colton to their jungle hide-out The wooden binding frame that held Drake jostled and flexed as the sturdy little woodsmen bore Colton along.
The point of the ceremonial knife was firmly buried in the wooden frame between Drake’s thighs, so that not matter how he tried, he could not dislodge the uncomfortable knife-haft buried in his rectum. Quite the contrary: the large blunt tip rested just over Colton’s prostate, so that each bounce and bump was amplified ten-fold as waves of erotic pressure pulsed through Colton’s flat belly. The relentless stimulation was having a tremendous and blatantly obvious effect on Colt’s fleshy pole, and the tribesmen found the sight of the captive’s shameful display inspiring as they made their journey to their secret jungle lair, which happened NOT to be their village.
No, these hunters were so pleased with their catch that they had decided to forsake their wives and children for a fortnight so that they might enjoy their good fortune with leisure and privacy in the all-male company of the hunting party alone.
The youngest of their hunting troupe: Argo, a handsome young stallion of a man, taller, more muscular, and stockier than the rest, had already been sent ahead on his young fleet feet with ample game and news to take back to the village. He arrived there just as the hunters began bearing Colton away to their hideout. But, before departing once again to rejoin the hunting party, Argo also delivered to the wives and elders of the village a message from the hunters: That they were not to worry, but that the hunters were on the trail of great prey, and that much time was needed to properly honor and safely trap the thing...It was a small white lie, especially since their prey was already in captivity, and under their complete control, but the virile young tribesman, knowing what fun and games, and carnal male pleasures, awaited him at the meeting-place had no trouble telling it. The lithe young man scooped up his pack and weapons and disappeared into the lush forest and was not seen by the villagers for many a long day.
The next chapter follows the story of the things that Argo saw and, and did, the many things that were done to and perpetrated upon the Drake Colton during the long days and nights the he remained in captivity amongst the tribe of small but very powerful "dream hunters"…
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