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The abduction of Michael Bombers

Part 1

Alien Abduction, Part 1

Michael Bombers always liked getting away from the city, people, the world, life in

general.. at least for two days. So it was that he found driving himself

through a moderately forested area of casentinesi national park foothills, searching for the

perfect campsite. This trip was only going to be for two nights. It had

taken a 40 minutes to drive to the park station where he got his

permit, spent the night in a local motel, then set off on foot at first

light. It was the perfect time of year for camping, warm days but not too

hot, cool nights so the sleeping bag was a welcome refuge. He had the

latest in light weight, durable gear, so was not too weighed down with his pack. But as the sun rose higher in the sky, it became much warmer. Michael

stopped briefly to remove his shirt, revealing a well-muscled, sculpted

torso. He looked down momentarily, briefly regretting the fact that his

chest was hairy . The only good thing about that was that you could

really see how the years of regular work-outs had paid off. His abs were noticeable, but only after you ripped your eyes from the mounded pecs, each

sporting a large brown nipple. His collar bone was visible above them,

reaching widely toward broad shoulders. Medium waist and hips. He still could get into those 36/40 Levis. He was only about 5'10", and weighed in

at 175 dripping wet naked. No more brown hair covered half, He was completely bald and his ears and

swooped dramatically across his forehead. His arms were strong and used to work, although he didn't have to do much physical stuff anymore since his last promotion at the ranch. All in all, not bad for 29 years of living.

He readjusted his load, and took off again, climbing ever higher into the

hills. Around 4:00, he finally found what he deemed to be a perfect spot to

camp. A small meadow, relatively flat, bordered the wooded area he came out

of: he reached the plain of the hermits! There was a small stream nearby. He set up the small tent, stowed his

gear in it, and went about preparing a quick meal. He usually just ate

dehydrated things on these excursions as he didn't feel like lugging around

a big stove. His only concession was a small burner to heat water with so

he could have coffee in the mornings. He carefully made a small fire after

gathering wood so he could have a little heat as dusk approached and the

temperature dropped. Michael preferred camping in the open, away from the trees.

This way, he could fall asleep watching the stars. He was fascinated by

them. There were so many billions of them, and you could see them so much

bet ter here. As night fell, he stripped off his part of his clothes and crawled into his sleeping bag, flat on his back. The stars were very bright tonight. The air was crisp and clear, and he started watching for falling stars. The most he'd ever seen in one night was nine, and he'd probably

have seen more if he hadn't fallen asleep. Tonight, he counted three before

his black eyes closed in slumber.

Michael Bombers awoke in a blinding light. How could he have slept so late that the sun

was directly overhead!? He never slept late when camping. He was always up

at first light. And what was that whispering sound? He squinted his eyes against the brightness, but had to turn away. He was really confused. The sun shouldn't be this bright. It was like being exposed to flash photography in total darkness. But this flash didn't stop! The whispering sound was interrupted by another noise, this one a loud "white" sound. He felt suddenly giddy as vibrations began to shake him. He tried looking up

again, but it was still too bright. He looked down instead. And was

shocked! The ground was at least ten feet below him and receding rapidly.

He was airborne! A bright circle of light illuminated his campsite, but he

and the sleeping bag were no longer part of it. He shielded his eyes with

his arm and blocked most of the light, and was finally able to make out the

edges of a large disk-like object overhead. And he was approaching it!

"Wake up!!" he screamed, knowing he was dreaming. He struggled to get out

of the sleeping bag, but found that his arms and legs were mostly

immobilized. Michael could move, but only slowly, and that wasn't enough to get

out. He knew that as soon as the bad part of the dream came, he'd wake up. He always did. So he decided to let the dream continue.

His body ascended further and finally the light dimmed somewhat and he saw

a rectangular opening in the bottom of the disk. Michael Bombers moved involuntarily

toward it, passed through and came to a stop. He felt himself on solid

ground again, and looked around. He was in a small sort of shining room. The opening he came in through was gone now. A hissing sound began, and the

room filled with a choking fog, and he coughed and gagged, ducking inside the sleeping bag to escape the noxious fumes. The gas stopped spewing out

of the walls, and subsided somewhat, so he poked his head out again. The room was still the same, and except for a very slight vibration in the

floor, there was no sound at all. Nor was there anything to see. The walls

were bare shining and smooth. Even the rectangular "door" in the floor was totally

invisible now. "Really good dream here! What's next?" he wondered.

A line formed in another rectangular shape on one of the side walls, the

space inside the line disintegrated, and suddenly Michael knew he wasn't dreaming. This was a nightmare! Not in his wildest imagination could he

have conceived of the creature that came through the door. It was like

something out of Star Trek, or Star Wars, or some science fiction, but he'd

never have put something together like this! It was soft looking, no hair,

had three legs, one apparent head. But similarities ended there. There were

at least four eyes, three arms (sort of like that Hindu goddess, he couldn't

remember the name) each ending in a cluster of what might be fingers. It

wore only some sort of garment around its waist, presumably to hide its reproductive organ(s??) and the whole creature was sort of a light whitely color. Each eye was capable of independent movement, and he was nearly

hypnotized watching them swirl around, looking at him. The creature turned

and made some sort of sound as another one appeared. Only then did he realised that the third leg was actually a tail which just barely reached the ground. It was long and limber, and it swished back and forth once, like a cat, and then was still as the two beings appeared to converse. Michael Bombers

ducked completely inside the sleeping bag again, praying he'd wake up.

He felt a nudge against his back, and curled up tightly into crotch . His mind rebelled at the possibility! Aliens?? A UFO!??? Impossible!! He'd always believed in life in outer space, but never expected to encounter it himself. That belonged to the future! "Wake up" he demanded. The nudging

became more insistent. Michael heard the zipper of the sleeping bag being pulled

and saw light as the aliens opened it up fully. Now he was completely

exposed. And now there were seven aliens in the room. They were all

at least six and a half feet tall if not more. Michael felt very small and

vulnerable. A brief touch against his foot. He recoiled at the coolness he

felt, tightening further into himself. Another touch on his back. On his

arm. The back of his head. His neck. Soon the touches were coming all over.

He screamed!! He lashed out, apparently surprising the aliens as they backed off quickly, rocking onto their tails. Once they moved back, he

covered himself up again.

The aliens were back in a moment. This time, though, they were

prepared. They had more than enough arms between them, and they ripped open

the sleeping bag. Alien arms and hands grabbed at his extremities, two or three hands for each of his arms and legs. And although they were white , and they were quite strong. Michael Bombers was dragged on a metal slab and immobilised while Slowly, his arms were pulled apart. He tried to scream and struggled

violently, but He was in restraints. His hands and ankles were bound to the table with no slack whatsoever. They weren't tight enough to be painful, but they eliminated all movement. As he struggled to open his eyes, his heart beginning to double time in his chest, he also realized there was a strap across his forehead, holding his head still, and another across his chest. If him could die from fear, he was well on his way. He made a terrible scream and felt sick when the creatures came closer and removed his shirt and briefs. Now Michael was totally naked with his genitalia exposed. He never felt so scared and vulnerable! He shivered, as much in fear as from the chill.

Michael realised he now was completely immobilized, they were more bold in their movements. Michael tried to struggle but he couldn’t., He started to scream violently when a sort of jelly substance was placed inside his mouth causing him

a little cough and grunting.

The aliens seemed seeking something in his body hair. Soon, hands with strange lightings tools were running through his

hair, stroking it, They presses on his armpits bellybutton and legs, making him shiver. He tried to scream hard as he felt the first touch

against his dark pubic hair. The alien hands were soon examining through it, too,

taking a blood sample from his arm

with a sharp device. It was as if the creatures were looking for something in particular or collecting specimens of his skin. After finishing the exploration

of his torso , they began to examine the rest of his body.

They forced to open his mouth again , and he felt the thin devices reach in: it was a probe. Michael was terrorised and almost vomit

them, but decided they might bleed in his mouth, and he knew he'd throw up

if that happened. Maybe they had acid for blood, too! His mind was

exploding with despair for the preposterousness of the whole

situation. “ oh my god what are they doing to me? The beings probe his nose, ears, eyes, and rub his eyebrows to collect some hairs. Then they

progressed downward. His neck, his chest, his nipples. They scanned them,

noticing the difference in texture. As they did, his nipples firmed up. This reaction caused even more interest. An Alien device began touching the nubs, pulling

hardly at it. He yelled of fear! Soon after Michael Bomber had sort of burning sensation in his groin area he realised having a hand circle tube covering his penis no more in flaccid state. "Fucking God

damn you!!" he screamed as he struggled again, trying to break the restrains. The alien with the tube device in its hand looked at Michael with one eye, while

two of the others turned back to the 3" piece of flesh it was holding in

its third right hand. Other eyeballs noticed the new site and began

directing their corresponding hands to this new item. Some hands remained

behind on his torso.

Michael couldn't believe it! He was angry and terrified, and his penis was getting an erection! Michael

made a crazy scream and tried to shake but he couldn’t. The device was still placed on his member tightening it and emitting a sort of electrical shock.

The man started to tremble violently..because the machine was producing him one hell of an orgasm, but afterwards the agony lasted two or three minutes and then stopped. Some tears dropped from Michael’s eyes. The poor man was completely exhausted. He only made few moans caused by the pain when the device was removed.

His penis was now completely flaccid a little swollen and with some bruises on the glans. The

aliens seemed satisfied and stopped waving their hands. Instead they came

nearer to the frightened man again and started to tie more tightly his wrists and ankles

to the slab again. Then two rods came out of the table's surface, which

pushed up into Michael’s leg and against his belly, making sure that his body

stayed down. Michael Bombers feared that they would do something terrible to his behind

again. But the aliens seemed to focus on his family jewels this time, which was

equally scary.

Two more metal sticks came up, rising slowly towards his plump testicles. Then the

poles opened, and a large needle came out of each one of them. This one was tipped with a thick, wickedly-sharp needle. Michael start to panic as he watched helplessly the needle descending toward his right nut slipping between two of the encircling tendrils. It pierced gently the membrane of his scrotum and plunged in. Through a transparent tube attached to the back of the needle, Michael could see a thick, clot-filled liquid beginning to flow from the needle, through the tube, all the way up to the machine above. He screamed in pain and horror - the thing was vacuuming out his gonads.

It was impossible to tell how much of the pain was due to the device and how much from having the liquid of his nut sucked right out, but it didn't matter anyway. Pain was pain, and it was all Michael could feel radiating from his groin. His head flopped backward onto the table and he turned to the side, eyes clenched shut until he could no longer bear not seeing what was going on.

Michael screamed again , as he felt again the sting of the metal needle entering his left testicle. As

it went deeper inside of his nut , the pain got worse. Then the aliens

released the device, and the needles started to get hot. With a scream of

horror, Michael felt something being injected inside of his scrotum . The pain was

too much to take, and Michael fainted. The aliens seemed to realize this and were more “careful” with him after.

. There was nothing

particularly sexual in their experiments on Michael, at least not on their part,

but it seemed that they were simply experimenting with him.

Michael Bombers woke again and screamed at the same time. He noticed that his

pain was a little decreased. Also he found out that he was no longer lying down on the

Slab. He was in an upright position, held firmly by clamps around his

waist, arms and legs. The clamps were held by some sort of mechanical arms,

as if he was lifted by a giant spider robot.

Michael checked his body. He was still naked, and noticed that his scrotum was

smaller than before. It was an eerie sight to look at him two atrophied testicles like a baby. His two nuts had been reduced to the size of a marble, a shriveled and deflated husk of wet, wrinkled skin. It still hurt like hell, but even as he marveled at how much pain could emerge from that nearly empty sack of a ball, he also felt the piercing of the needle in the both and and his attention was drawn there.

They were smaller and softer , and at least one or two sizes less than before. Michael started to cry. What did aliens do to him? Was him still a fertile man? Michael’s screams were wordless sobs.

The poor man tried to move, but it was impossible. When he looked down, he could see

that there was a metal belt or something around his waist, which was held by

one of the robot arms, to keep his exactly in place. He also could see the

Directly straight him was some very strange

machinery.

Then he looked up and saw the aliens enter on the other side of the room.

They looked at him and touched some sort of remote control device.

Immediately the robot arms moved. Michael Bombers tried to break free, but it was

impossible to fight them. His arms were pushed behind his back, while his

knees were lifted and parted widely. Then he saw movement below him .

There was a metal device , like a small rod , pointing directly up at his navel . He tried to

scream, but the gag prevented him from making much of a sound.

As he wrestled the shackles, he was moved towards the thin device , which started

to spin around. In despair, he fought again his shackles, but they kept him

virtually immobile. With a cry of pain, he was pushed against the hard top of

the dangling probe . He felt suddenly like he was having a sort of cold sensation on his bellybutton.

Finally the probe pierced the the flash due to the incredible force.. Tears sprung in Michael’s eyes, as the device penetrated inside his womb. The probe went tighter and deeper until it reached the lower part of his abdomen.

Pain flashed through Michael’s pubic region and then suddenly the machine held still.

For long minutes Michael Bombers just hung there, his legs parted with the metal probe sticked in his belly . Then the pole slowly retracted two inches, only to jerk hard up again into

his lower abdomen.

Michael yelled in a state of pain as it has been stabbed. Again the device sank down and loosed . With a mechanical

sound, the probe started to fill him with a sort of gas deep and hard. He screamed out in pain,

as his sensitive bowels were gassed and his nearly full bladder stretched hardly.. Through his tears

He saw a door open, and saw two figures watching him. Michael couldn't see clearly,

but in the blur of his agony he was convinced that they were human. Michael Bombers

wanted to scream for help. He wanted them to stop the humiliating torture, but it all went

on and on.. He couldn't recall how long it all lasted, but the device stopped few minutes after causing him an hellish pain. He was lowered down and the probe was

removed with a twirling movement , and the aliens brought his aching body to a table. They put him down

on his back , and tied him up again on the metal slab . When Michael later regained full consciousness,

there wasn't much he could move or do. His belly was aching and was pretty swollen. Did the aliens do a kind of awake laparoscopy on him?

Several of them

released their grip on him and got up and left the room. Now there were

only two left with him, the apparent leader and one other which was still

touching his legs. Another whisper, and the second alien left. He was nowalone with the leader. As soon as the doorway shut, six hands with strange tools began flying

over his body; apparently they where looking for something to monitoring.

Michael felt soft,

raspy somethings moving over his hairy chest, as the creature followed the

remaining part to check down to his crotch. He felt the rough device

rubbing against his pubic hair, and

then he felt it on his member. Michael nearly screamed! His privates were so sensitive

now, and these things were rolling over it, up and down. Finally, he did

scream! The alien backed off instantly, and the doorway opened again. Two

aliens came in, whispering, and the leader whispered back.

Michael didn’t understand what it wanted. He was in a sort of catatonic state! The creature stopped for a while releasing an object on the slab and

and left the room, next soon the doorway disappeared. Michael Bombers was still tied naked to metal board. He wished he

had a blanket, or his sleeping bag. But it wasn't cold, and strange sleep soon

overcame him. His last thoughts were something about how glad he'd be when

he woke up and this nightmare was over. Michael Bombers woke up suddenly. Briefly, he'd forgotten where he was and what had

happened, but it came back soon enough. He was still in the room and he couldn’t move. The lights

had apparently been off, but were rapidly brightening now. He looked around,

found the spot on the wall that opened the invisible door.. He scream Loudly in vain but nobody answered.

He also noticed the various devices that had been used to tortured him then returned sight to the main room. He try again to move his head to check all the walls,

searching for another opening and exit.

There was noise

in the room! Michael Bombers rolled his head over and looked up. The aliens were back, and they had

rather unceremoniously placed the new "guest" into the room with him. He was

now naked, also. And bore the signs of having been "examined".... mussed hair,

glazed eyes, and a genitalia that seemed to shrink as he watched, after having been

relieved of its load. The door disappeared, and the stranger finally took note

of his new surroundings. "Thank God, another man!" he exclaimed. He started to stutter for the joy”My name's

Michel ."

"Nick . Glad to have company. I assume they capture you?!? There's no exit here iI they did to you what they did to me, you'll probably sick.

After a while, Michael started to cry while Nick was trying to free him from the catches , but he couldn’t.

Then the man sat on the floor very upset .

Stories were exchanged, but no real revelations came of them. Both men were

somewhat uncomfortable, being naked and in close quarters. Michael noticed that

Nick was probably 6' tall, weighed about 185 lbs, had a slightly hairy chest,

appeared to work out as he had defined muscles all over, and seemed to be

about his own age. They confirmed all this after the initial discussions. Both

were 29, Nick being a couple of months older. He had been picked up in

Friuli near the Aviano navy base. Once on board, the aliens had wasted no time stripping him of his

clothes, and performing their cruel examinations. Michael’s face turned red as Nick said

that , they'd forced him to ejaculate, too with a strange device.

“Well, I've no idea what they want or expect from us. After my exam, they put me in this room, and have left me alone ever since. At least now there's

someone to talk to. For my own selfish reasons, I'm glad you're here Nick. The

doorway opened, two aliens entered, took Michael with a sort a blue ray while screaming of dispare. Nick tried to fight against the creatures but it was soon immobilised by a sort of flashing light . Michel Bombers was taken to a different room than the first one, but this, too, seemed to

be some sort of examination station. He was led to the center of the room,

where what appeared to be a hospital table stood. He was forced to lie on the another

table on his back, and then his arms were raised over his head and secured to

the table. Some adjustments to the table were made, and he then found his

ankles being secured to the foot of the it, legs widely spread again, but not

uncomfortably so. There were now three aliens in the room with him. One approached and attempted to insert a device into his mouth. He kept it shut.

Alien hands began to touch his face, and he shuddered. Their touch was rough

and cool, no scent at all, but just the idea of alien hands on him made his

skin crawl. He opened his mouth to cry out in protest, and as he did so, the device was inserted. It quickly expanded and filled his whole mouth, but left

his throat passage clear. He was hyperventilating through his nose as he tried to force the device out, but it wasn't going anywhere. His chest was heaving up and down as he breathed rapidly. The aliens began stroking him in an

apparent effort to calm him down, but it only made matters worse. Finally, he

passed out momentarily, his breathing became more normal, and he regained

consciousness. The mouth device was still there, and those alien eyeballs were

whirling madly in his face. Michael was really scared.

Once the

Creatures seemed satisfied that his condition had stabilized, they began. Michael screamed terrorised when felt and saw various leads and wires being drawn out from some other machine.

Cold touches of a sticky substance, then the leads were placed into it and

secured. There were wires connected to many, many parts of his body. The

heaviest concentration was on his head. At first. Then others had been placed

on his arms, legs, feet, hands, and chest. They had even maneuvered him so

they could attach several leads to his back. He felt the coldness on his

nipples. And a lead was connected to each one. He flinched involuntarily as one set of cold hands pressed his hips down firmly on the table and another set began to handle his groin. Fear rocketed through him, its level upped by the fact that he couldn't see who was handling him down there. "Please . . . don't," he pleaded.

One of the figures beside him put a hand with long fingers on his shoulder and stroked his cheek with the other hand, almost as if trying to comfort him as Michael

felt a cold device forcing to press on his gland’s hole. But this coldness was spread further than the

usual small spot . The device was injecting a liquid in his entire member. He felt sick, and began to plead for everything to stop and just hold still! Michel tried to struggle, to fight it as much as possible, but there was nothing he couldn’t do. He saw Something long and thin was sliding into his urethra, and then there was a burning sensation on his chest and sharp, stabbing pains down his bladder area.

The device lifted his member rolled up the tight foreskin violently and filled it thoroughly. A slight tingling

sensation developed, then this substance was staring to drip off.

He shivered. Then he felt the strange device slithering at his most private part between his buttocks, but the machine stop suddenly. Well" he thought, "if they're

going to torture me, it'll be over soon! As many wires as are hooked to me, it'll be a real quick death!"

A soft humming sound emanated from the device , and he could see flickering

images across the view screens. Apparently, they were measuring him somehow,

he couldn't say for sure, but there were several different lines pulsing

across the screens, each with its own apparent function. There was a little pain associated with the wires, and even the coldness was fading. Several

minutes passed, and the aliens seemed to be content to watch the readings come

across. After another five minutes or so, one of the aliens turned and

approached him. Three arms reached out and began to touch his face. He turned

his head away, but the restraints just kept on coming. He could turn no further,

and the hands began stroking his cheek and jaw. He heard whisperings from the

other two aliens as they communicated something, and the one touching him

looked away briefly. It hissed something, then crouched lower over his body

and then other three hands begun to touch him. Hands on his face and chest! Michael began to

breathe deeply again and tried to struggle, but was securely fastened to the

table. A kind of pliers attached to his face begun pulling hardly up his cheeks while another robotic device pressed newly into

his navel, drifting lower, concentrating on his pubic area. Michal start to shiver and his penis released some drops of urine. His bladder was full and aching. The robot that had been down his feet moved closer his crotch and produced a silvery tube with a opened tip. Michael could feel it as the machine held the tip of the tube against his penis , a warm urine sprayed out from his penis. He was really embarrassed, but he knows this was the right way to do it better. Next soon the machine moved away down his feet.,

The aliens 👽 wheeled the machine over next to the table and made some adjustments to

it. After a brief discussion, they seemed to be satisfied that whatever they

did to it was correct. Six eyes turned to look at him. Then, one alien

turned back to their machine , while only the others" remained watching him.

He felt a slight tingling at one of the electrodes on his head. It gradually

increased, tingling more and more until it became nearly painful. He tried to cry out through the gag in his mouth, and apparently his meaning crossed the

language barrier. The tingling stopped. But it started again on the next

contact point. This procedure kept going, as each wire was electrified,

stimulating whatever nerves it happened to be against, stopping only when he cried out. After several stimulations had been done on his head, he felt one

of the leads on his chest begin to tingle. They had missed some on his head, perhaps! The nerves on his chest seemed to respond differently, though.

The tingling increased, and the pain come. The sensations kept

increasing, and finally a sharp pain appeared. Another lead

began tingling, increasing, decreasing. This procedure continued a while,

although there were still leads on Michael’s chest that had not been used. But then,

both nipples began tingling. Michael Bombers sucked air in quickly through his nose, eyes

widening in despair ! The burning was increasing, and this time there was

definitely not a pleasurable sensation . He began breathing more heavily, smooth

chest rising and falling, as his tits were tingled. After soon he faint. The aliens noticed these

changes and stopped looking at the machine and watched Michael’s body collapsed.

The beings thought they should stopped the impulses by now, but they let the

machine continue to work, watching as his body was beating from the excruciating pain. Finally,

one of the aliens turned to the machine and Michael’s body stopped to move

abruptly. Now he was awake but his relief was only momentary. Finally all the electrodes stopped hurting Michael’s body, and the devices were plugged out of the machine and bring to its original place in the room. The aliens had clustered around a view-screen and seemed to be excited about the results they saw. The even released Michael’s head momentarily so he could look, and sure enough, it was obvious that it had been some type of scanning device. The aliens were able to see cross-sections of his body at any point, and not only in circles as you would see on a cut tree, but vertically. They could see a full length cross-section at any depth. In addition to that, they could also isolate any organ and view it in a 3-D image, rotating a full 360 degrees or to any desired angle. They showed him his heart, kidneys, brain, tongue, and lastly, the reproductive organs. The big alien looked at him closely as they showed this last image. It seemed to be deep in thought as Michael looked angry at the 3-D image of his privates. Finally, the aliens replaced his head into the restraint.

Then he didn’t know what to expect next. He started to scream loudly when he saw one of the aliens placing a small cylindrical device at his mouth. It was only about a half inch in diameter, but he still resisted. Insistent fingers began pulling his lips apart, clicking the device against his teeth. Michael gave up, knowing that eventually they would force it in. It was pushed in until it reached the back of his throat. It pushed further, making him gag, but after it stopped moving, he got used to it. Michael felt a bad sensation as something else emerged from the device and slid down his oesophagus toward his stomach, as if he was choking.. The aliens were apparently probing him, maybe with a camera, as he could see out of the corner in a monitor. He watched as best as he could while trying to control his breath but as the probe reached his stomach he made a terrible scream and many tears started to fall from Michael’s eyes. The beings looked around for a while, then withdrew it. "That was so bad" to support he thought. ”, Then he felt something wet and slick applied to his anus . Michael shivered when the cold device touched him there, knowing what was coming next. Yes, it was being eased past his sphincter, the same device. Michael felt the tip of its monstrous appendage probing at the opening of his anus . "No! OH, FUCK, NO!" he shouted. The thing slid inside him. Nothing had ever, ever gone in that hole before, nothing, not even a proctologist's gloved finger. Michael screamed at the violation but could not stop it from happening. He felt his bum stretching to accommodate the shaft's girth, helplessly opening wide under the assault. The bizarre alien device filled his bowels, and as the alien pressed nearer and nearer to him, the machine slithered its way deeper inside. He could feel it following the curve of his intestine, bearing its horrifying cargo into his body,

. He felt it slide in about 2 or 3 inches, resting bluntly against his prostate. A brief sensation of motion was all he felt, but he didn’t know the probe was sneaking a peek at his intestines. This wasn't a straight-shot tube like the throat, but a winding trail. With each movement , the sheath nudged his prostate. His penis leaped

in anticipation, jerking up and down, expectantly awaiting the beginning

impulses. Finally It oozed out a drop of pre-ejaculation liquid which trailed to his stomach that the aliens collected immediately. The alien's hands reached Michael’s , and yet the probe kept moving. It was still increasing ! Michael could feel the tip questing through his guts, climbing through his intestinal tract, searching for the spot to take a sample of fecal content . The alien drove the long device back and forth, helping to thrust the shaft deeper into Michael’s bowels. Michael’s anal sphincter burned as the impossibly-huge probe rubbed against the soft skin. This could not be happening, this just could not be happening, there was no way he was going to end up as just an incubator and meat supply for a swarm of Agony spread through his body.

Seconds, minutes, hours... time had no meaning. The probe was pulled out and whitely liquid followed it. The table flipped back. Michael felt a blade against his thigh and then He felt a cut. He wanted to pass out from the pain, but could not. Another injection into his agony spread through his naked body.

The table flipped back. Michael felt a blade against his thigh and then He sow a cut. The poor man wanted to pass out from the pain, but could not. The aliens made Another injection into his left arm as a flap of skin on his thigh was pulled back before another device was forced into the muscle. The pain intensified. Michael couldn't stop screaming.! The aliens were apparently implanting again some devices in his body, but the pain was too much to take and

Michael faint.. The man woke up in a confusing state. He had been having some kind of dream or other, but the details evaporated before he could remember them. He was now in his sleeping bag near the stream on the moor. It was 10:30am, which was rather odd as Michael was morning person and usually woke up around 7am every single morning. His head was pounding slightly, as though He was hungover, but He hadn’t had any alcohol the night before. Michael went to the stream to refresh his face and brush his teeth and as He looked up into the clear water he noticed too spots of blood on his briefs and t-shirt. He lifted his t-shirt up to look for cuts, perhaps he had wounded himself when he passed near a patch of brambles the last day , but He couldn’t find anything strange .. and was too tired to think much of it and he fell asleep again on the moor. A few hours later, )and this is where it gets really strange), Michael woke up feeling very groggy with a burning sensation in his body. He sat up on stone and He felt a pain like something had scraped the area under and behind his testicles. Michael realised having marks and bruises on his chest, and lesions in the genital area. Leaves on a nearby tree were burned

and there was a crop circle on the spot where the “incident” happened. Soon after when he went to urinate Michael found it very painful to do so, due to, it turned out, some very fine blonde hair wrapped tightly under his foreskin. Micheal removed the hair and had the foresight to place it in a plastic sachet bag with a seal. His urine burned like a red-hot poker and he noticed red streaks on his penis. Later he decided to back home because he sickened and be checked out at a hospital. During the next days Michael had frequent urinary tract infections his glands swelled, as did his testicle that seemed to be smaller than before. The discomfort persisted for several days Before gradually disappearing after a period of itching. Michael felt like a healing process was taking place but he never thought he had been abducted by aliens. For the rest of the month Michael Bombers experienced from moderate to severe psychological harm, with some incapacitated by post-traumatic stress disorder that slowly disappeared from his working memory...

Alien Abduction, Part 1

Michael Bombers always liked getting away from the city, people, the world, life in

general.. at least for two days. So it was that he found driving himself

through a moderately forested area of casentinesi national park foothills, searching for the

perfect campsite. This trip was only going to be for two nights. It had

taken a 40 minutes to drive to the park station where he got his

permit, spent the night in a local motel, then set off on foot at first

light. It was the perfect time of year for camping, warm days but not too

hot, cool nights so the sleeping bag was a welcome refuge. He had the

latest in light weight, durable gear, so was not too weighed down with his pack. But as the sun rose higher in the sky, it became much warmer. Michael

stopped briefly to remove his shirt, revealing a well-muscled, sculpted

torso. He looked down momentarily, briefly regretting the fact that his

chest was hairy . The only good thing about that was that you could

really see how the years of regular work-outs had paid off. His abs were noticeable, but only after you ripped your eyes from the mounded pecs, each

sporting a large brown nipple. His collar bone was visible above them,

reaching widely toward broad shoulders. Medium waist and hips. He still could get into those 36/40 Levis. He was only about 5'10", and weighed in

at 175 dripping wet naked. No more brown hair covered half, He was completely bald and his ears and

swooped dramatically across his forehead. His arms were strong and used to work, although he didn't have to do much physical stuff anymore since his last promotion at the ranch. All in all, not bad for 29 years of living.

He readjusted his load, and took off again, climbing ever higher into the

hills. Around 4:00, he finally found what he deemed to be a perfect spot to

camp. A small meadow, relatively flat, bordered the wooded area he came out

of: he reached the plain of the hermits! There was a small stream nearby. He set up the small tent, stowed his

gear in it, and went about preparing a quick meal. He usually just ate

dehydrated things on these excursions as he didn't feel like lugging around

a big stove. His only concession was a small burner to heat water with so

he could have coffee in the mornings. He carefully made a small fire after

gathering wood so he could have a little heat as dusk approached and the

temperature dropped. Michael preferred camping in the open, away from the trees.

This way, he could fall asleep watching the stars. He was fascinated by

them. There were so many billions of them, and you could see them so much

bet ter here. As night fell, he stripped off his part of his clothes and crawled into his sleeping bag, flat on his back. The stars were very bright tonight. The air was crisp and clear, and he started watching for falling stars. The most he'd ever seen in one night was nine, and he'd probably

have seen more if he hadn't fallen asleep. Tonight, he counted three before

his black eyes closed in slumber.

Michael Bombers awoke in a blinding light. How could he have slept so late that the sun

was directly overhead!? He never slept late when camping. He was always up

at first light. And what was that whispering sound? He squinted his eyes against the brightness, but had to turn away. He was really confused. The sun shouldn't be this bright. It was like being exposed to flash photography in total darkness. But this flash didn't stop! The whispering sound was interrupted by another noise, this one a loud "white" sound. He felt suddenly giddy as vibrations began to shake him. He tried looking up

again, but it was still too bright. He looked down instead. And was

shocked! The ground was at least ten feet below him and receding rapidly.

He was airborne! A bright circle of light illuminated his campsite, but he

and the sleeping bag were no longer part of it. He shielded his eyes with

his arm and blocked most of the light, and was finally able to make out the

edges of a large disk-like object overhead. And he was approaching it!

"Wake up!!" he screamed, knowing he was dreaming. He struggled to get out

of the sleeping bag, but found that his arms and legs were mostly

immobilized. Michael could move, but only slowly, and that wasn't enough to get

out. He knew that as soon as the bad part of the dream came, he'd wake up. He always did. So he decided to let the dream continue.

His body ascended further and finally the light dimmed somewhat and he saw

a rectangular opening in the bottom of the disk. Michael Bombers moved involuntarily

toward it, passed through and came to a stop. He felt himself on solid

ground again, and looked around. He was in a small sort of shining room. The opening he came in through was gone now. A hissing sound began, and the

room filled with a choking fog, and he coughed and gagged, ducking inside the sleeping bag to escape the noxious fumes. The gas stopped spewing out

of the walls, and subsided somewhat, so he poked his head out again. The room was still the same, and except for a very slight vibration in the

floor, there was no sound at all. Nor was there anything to see. The walls

were bare shining and smooth. Even the rectangular "door" in the floor was totally

invisible now. "Really good dream here! What's next?" he wondered.

A line formed in another rectangular shape on one of the side walls, the

space inside the line disintegrated, and suddenly Michael knew he wasn't dreaming. This was a nightmare! Not in his wildest imagination could he

have conceived of the creature that came through the door. It was like

something out of Star Trek, or Star Wars, or some science fiction, but he'd

never have put something together like this! It was soft looking, no hair,

had three legs, one apparent head. But similarities ended there. There were

at least four eyes, three arms (sort of like that Hindu goddess, he couldn't

remember the name) each ending in a cluster of what might be fingers. It

wore only some sort of garment around its waist, presumably to hide its reproductive organ(s??) and the whole creature was sort of a light whitely color. Each eye was capable of independent movement, and he was nearly

hypnotized watching them swirl around, looking at him. The creature turned

and made some sort of sound as another one appeared. Only then did he realised that the third leg was actually a tail which just barely reached the ground. It was long and limber, and it swished back and forth once, like a cat, and then was still as the two beings appeared to converse. Michael Bombers

ducked completely inside the sleeping bag again, praying he'd wake up.

He felt a nudge against his back, and curled up tightly into crotch . His mind rebelled at the possibility! Aliens?? A UFO!??? Impossible!! He'd always believed in life in outer space, but never expected to encounter it himself. That belonged to the future! "Wake up" he demanded. The nudging

became more insistent. Michael heard the zipper of the sleeping bag being pulled

and saw light as the aliens opened it up fully. Now he was completely

exposed. And now there were seven aliens in the room. They were all

at least six and a half feet tall if not more. Michael felt very small and

vulnerable. A brief touch against his foot. He recoiled at the coolness he

felt, tightening further into himself. Another touch on his back. On his

arm. The back of his head. His neck. Soon the touches were coming all over.

He screamed!! He lashed out, apparently surprising the aliens as they backed off quickly, rocking onto their tails. Once they moved back, he

covered himself up again.

The aliens were back in a moment. This time, though, they were

prepared. They had more than enough arms between them, and they ripped open

the sleeping bag. Alien arms and hands grabbed at his extremities, two or three hands for each of his arms and legs. And although they were white , and they were quite strong. Michael Bombers was dragged on a metal slab and immobilised while Slowly, his arms were pulled apart. He tried to scream and struggled

violently, but He was in restraints. His hands and ankles were bound to the table with no slack whatsoever. They weren't tight enough to be painful, but they eliminated all movement. As he struggled to open his eyes, his heart beginning to double time in his chest, he also realized there was a strap across his forehead, holding his head still, and another across his chest. If him could die from fear, he was well on his way. He made a terrible scream and felt sick when the creatures came closer and removed his shirt and briefs. Now Michael was totally naked with his genitalia exposed. He never felt so scared and vulnerable! He shivered, as much in fear as from the chill.

Michael realised he now was completely immobilized, they were more bold in their movements. Michael tried to struggle but he couldn’t., He started to scream violently when a sort of jelly substance was placed inside his mouth causing him

a little cough and grunting.

The aliens seemed seeking something in his body hair. Soon, hands with strange lightings tools were running through his

hair, stroking it, They presses on his armpits bellybutton and legs, making him shiver. He tried to scream hard as he felt the first touch

against his dark pubic hair. The alien hands were soon examining through it, too,

taking a blood sample from his arm

with a sharp device. It was as if the creatures were looking for something in particular or collecting specimens of his skin. After finishing the exploration

of his torso , they began to examine the rest of his body.

They forced to open his mouth again , and he felt the thin devices reach in: it was a probe. Michael was terrorised and almost vomit

them, but decided they might bleed in his mouth, and he knew he'd throw up

if that happened. Maybe they had acid for blood, too! His mind was

exploding with despair for the preposterousness of the whole

situation. “ oh my god what are they doing to me? The beings probe his nose, ears, eyes, and rub his eyebrows to collect some hairs. Then they

progressed downward. His neck, his chest, his nipples. They scanned them,

noticing the difference in texture. As they did, his nipples firmed up. This reaction caused even more interest. An Alien device began touching the nubs, pulling

hardly at it. He yelled of fear! Soon after Michael Bomber had sort of burning sensation in his groin area he realised having a hand circle tube covering his penis no more in flaccid state. "Fucking God

damn you!!" he screamed as he struggled again, trying to break the restrains. The alien with the tube device in its hand looked at Michael with one eye, while

two of the others turned back to the 3" piece of flesh it was holding in

its third right hand. Other eyeballs noticed the new site and began

directing their corresponding hands to this new item. Some hands remained

behind on his torso.

Michael couldn't believe it! He was angry and terrified, and his penis was getting an erection! Michael

made a crazy scream and tried to shake but he couldn’t. The device was still placed on his member tightening it and emitting a sort of electrical shock.

The man started to tremble violently..because the machine was producing him one hell of an orgasm, but afterwards the agony lasted two or three minutes and then stopped. Some tears dropped from Michael’s eyes. The poor man was completely exhausted. He only made few moans caused by the pain when the device was removed.

His penis was now completely flaccid a little swollen and with some bruises on the glans. The

aliens seemed satisfied and stopped waving their hands. Instead they came

nearer to the frightened man again and started to tie more tightly his wrists and ankles

to the slab again. Then two rods came out of the table's surface, which

pushed up into Michael’s leg and against his belly, making sure that his body

stayed down. Michael Bombers feared that they would do something terrible to his behind

again. But the aliens seemed to focus on his family jewels this time, which was

equally scary.

Two more metal sticks came up, rising slowly towards his plump testicles. Then the

poles opened, and a large needle came out of each one of them. This one was tipped with a thick, wickedly-sharp needle. Michael start to panic as he watched helplessly the needle descending toward his right nut slipping between two of the encircling tendrils. It pierced gently the membrane of his scrotum and plunged in. Through a transparent tube attached to the back of the needle, Michael could see a thick, clot-filled liquid beginning to flow from the needle, through the tube, all the way up to the machine above. He screamed in pain and horror - the thing was vacuuming out his gonads.

It was impossible to tell how much of the pain was due to the device and how much from having the liquid of his nut sucked right out, but it didn't matter anyway. Pain was pain, and it was all Michael could feel radiating from his groin. His head flopped backward onto the table and he turned to the side, eyes clenched shut until he could no longer bear not seeing what was going on.

Michael screamed again , as he felt again the sting of the metal needle entering his left testicle. As

it went deeper inside of his nut , the pain got worse. Then the aliens

released the device, and the needles started to get hot. With a scream of

horror, Michael felt something being injected inside of his scrotum . The pain was

too much to take, and Michael fainted. The aliens seemed to realize this and were more “careful” with him after.

. There was nothing

particularly sexual in their experiments on Michael, at least not on their part,

but it seemed that they were simply experimenting with him.

Michael Bombers woke again and screamed at the same time. He noticed that his

pain was a little decreased. Also he found out that he was no longer lying down on the

Slab. He was in an upright position, held firmly by clamps around his

waist, arms and legs. The clamps were held by some sort of mechanical arms,

as if he was lifted by a giant spider robot.

Michael checked his body. He was still naked, and noticed that his scrotum was

smaller than before. It was an eerie sight to look at him two atrophied testicles like a baby. His two nuts had been reduced to the size of a marble, a shriveled and deflated husk of wet, wrinkled skin. It still hurt like hell, but even as he marveled at how much pain could emerge from that nearly empty sack of a ball, he also felt the piercing of the needle in the both and and his attention was drawn there.

They were smaller and softer , and at least one or two sizes less than before. Michael started to cry. What did aliens do to him? Was him still a fertile man? Michael’s screams were wordless sobs.

The poor man tried to move, but it was impossible. When he looked down, he could see

that there was a metal belt or something around his waist, which was held by

one of the robot arms, to keep his exactly in place. He also could see the

Directly straight him was some very strange

machinery.

Then he looked up and saw the aliens enter on the other side of the room.

They looked at him and touched some sort of remote control device.

Immediately the robot arms moved. Michael Bombers tried to break free, but it was

impossible to fight them. His arms were pushed behind his back, while his

knees were lifted and parted widely. Then he saw movement below him .

There was a metal device , like a small rod , pointing directly up at his navel . He tried to

scream, but the gag prevented him from making much of a sound.

As he wrestled the shackles, he was moved towards the thin device , which started

to spin around. In despair, he fought again his shackles, but they kept him

virtually immobile. With a cry of pain, he was pushed against the hard top of

the dangling probe . He felt suddenly like he was having a sort of cold sensation on his bellybutton.

Finally the probe pierced the the flash due to the incredible force.. Tears sprung in Michael’s eyes, as the device penetrated inside his womb. The probe went tighter and deeper until it reached the lower part of his abdomen.

Pain flashed through Michael’s pubic region and then suddenly the machine held still.

For long minutes Michael Bombers just hung there, his legs parted with the metal probe sticked in his belly . Then the pole slowly retracted two inches, only to jerk hard up again into

his lower abdomen.

Michael yelled in a state of pain as it has been stabbed. Again the device sank down and loosed . With a mechanical

sound, the probe started to fill him with a sort of gas deep and hard. He screamed out in pain,

as his sensitive bowels were gassed and his nearly full bladder stretched hardly.. Through his tears

He saw a door open, and saw two figures watching him. Michael couldn't see clearly,

but in the blur of his agony he was convinced that they were human. Michael Bombers

wanted to scream for help. He wanted them to stop the humiliating torture, but it all went

on and on.. He couldn't recall how long it all lasted, but the device stopped few minutes after causing him an hellish pain. He was lowered down and the probe was

removed with a twirling movement , and the aliens brought his aching body to a table. They put him down

on his back , and tied him up again on the metal slab . When Michael later regained full consciousness,

there wasn't much he could move or do. His belly was aching and was pretty swollen. Did the aliens do a kind of awake laparoscopy on him?

Several of them

released their grip on him and got up and left the room. Now there were

only two left with him, the apparent leader and one other which was still

touching his legs. Another whisper, and the second alien left. He was nowalone with the leader. As soon as the doorway shut, six hands with strange tools began flying

over his body; apparently they where looking for something to monitoring.

Michael felt soft,

raspy somethings moving over his hairy chest, as the creature followed the

remaining part to check down to his crotch. He felt the rough device

rubbing against his pubic hair, and

then he felt it on his member. Michael nearly screamed! His privates were so sensitive

now, and these things were rolling over it, up and down. Finally, he did

scream! The alien backed off instantly, and the doorway opened again. Two

aliens came in, whispering, and the leader whispered back.

Michael didn’t understand what it wanted. He was in a sort of catatonic state! The creature stopped for a while releasing an object on the slab and

and left the room, next soon the doorway disappeared. Michael Bombers was still tied naked to metal board. He wished he

had a blanket, or his sleeping bag. But it wasn't cold, and strange sleep soon

overcame him. His last thoughts were something about how glad he'd be when

he woke up and this nightmare was over. Michael Bombers woke up suddenly. Briefly, he'd forgotten where he was and what had

happened, but it came back soon enough. He was still in the room and he couldn’t move. The lights

had apparently been off, but were rapidly brightening now. He looked around,

found the spot on the wall that opened the invisible door.. He scream Loudly in vain but nobody answered.

He also noticed the various devices that had been used to tortured him then returned sight to the main room. He try again to move his head to check all the walls,

searching for another opening and exit.

There was noise

in the room! Michael Bombers rolled his head over and looked up. The aliens were back, and they had

rather unceremoniously placed the new "guest" into the room with him. He was

now naked, also. And bore the signs of having been "examined".... mussed hair,

glazed eyes, and a genitalia that seemed to shrink as he watched, after having been

relieved of its load. The door disappeared, and the stranger finally took note

of his new surroundings. "Thank God, another man!" he exclaimed. He started to stutter for the joy”My name's

Michel ."

"Nick . Glad to have company. I assume they capture you?!? There's no exit here iI they did to you what they did to me, you'll probably sick.

After a while, Michael started to cry while Nick was trying to free him from the catches , but he couldn’t.

Then the man sat on the floor very upset .

Stories were exchanged, but no real revelations came of them. Both men were

somewhat uncomfortable, being naked and in close quarters. Michael noticed that

Nick was probably 6' tall, weighed about 185 lbs, had a slightly hairy chest,

appeared to work out as he had defined muscles all over, and seemed to be

about his own age. They confirmed all this after the initial discussions. Both

were 29, Nick being a couple of months older. He had been picked up in

Friuli near the Aviano navy base. Once on board, the aliens had wasted no time stripping him of his

clothes, and performing their cruel examinations. Michael’s face turned red as Nick said

that , they'd forced him to ejaculate, too with a strange device.

“Well, I've no idea what they want or expect from us. After my exam, they put me in this room, and have left me alone ever since. At least now there's

someone to talk to. For my own selfish reasons, I'm glad you're here Nick. The

doorway opened, two aliens entered, took Michael with a sort a blue ray while screaming of dispare. Nick tried to fight against the creatures but it was soon immobilised by a sort of flashing light . Michel Bombers was taken to a different room than the first one, but this, too, seemed to

be some sort of examination station. He was led to the center of the room,

where what appeared to be a hospital table stood. He was forced to lie on the another

table on his back, and then his arms were raised over his head and secured to

the table. Some adjustments to the table were made, and he then found his

ankles being secured to the foot of the it, legs widely spread again, but not

uncomfortably so. There were now three aliens in the room with him. One approached and attempted to insert a device into his mouth. He kept it shut.

Alien hands began to touch his face, and he shuddered. Their touch was rough

and cool, no scent at all, but just the idea of alien hands on him made his

skin crawl. He opened his mouth to cry out in protest, and as he did so, the device was inserted. It quickly expanded and filled his whole mouth, but left

his throat passage clear. He was hyperventilating through his nose as he tried to force the device out, but it wasn't going anywhere. His chest was heaving up and down as he breathed rapidly. The aliens began stroking him in an

apparent effort to calm him down, but it only made matters worse. Finally, he

passed out momentarily, his breathing became more normal, and he regained

consciousness. The mouth device was still there, and those alien eyeballs were

whirling madly in his face. Michael was really scared.

Once the

Creatures seemed satisfied that his condition had stabilized, they began. Michael screamed terrorised when felt and saw various leads and wires being drawn out from some other machine.

Cold touches of a sticky substance, then the leads were placed into it and

secured. There were wires connected to many, many parts of his body. The

heaviest concentration was on his head. At first. Then others had been placed

on his arms, legs, feet, hands, and chest. They had even maneuvered him so

they could attach several leads to his back. He felt the coldness on his

nipples. And a lead was connected to each one. He flinched involuntarily as one set of cold hands pressed his hips down firmly on the table and another set began to handle his groin. Fear rocketed through him, its level upped by the fact that he couldn't see who was handling him down there. "Please . . . don't," he pleaded.

One of the figures beside him put a hand with long fingers on his shoulder and stroked his cheek with the other hand, almost as if trying to comfort him as Michael

felt a cold device forcing to press on his gland’s hole. But this coldness was spread further than the

usual small spot . The device was injecting a liquid in his entire member. He felt sick, and began to plead for everything to stop and just hold still! Michel tried to struggle, to fight it as much as possible, but there was nothing he couldn’t do. He saw Something long and thin was sliding into his urethra, and then there was a burning sensation on his chest and sharp, stabbing pains down his bladder area.

The device lifted his member rolled up the tight foreskin violently and filled it thoroughly. A slight tingling

sensation developed, then this substance was staring to drip off.

He shivered. Then he felt the strange device slithering at his most private part between his buttocks, but the machine stop suddenly. Well" he thought, "if they're

going to torture me, it'll be over soon! As many wires as are hooked to me, it'll be a real quick death!"

A soft humming sound emanated from the device , and he could see flickering

images across the view screens. Apparently, they were measuring him somehow,

he couldn't say for sure, but there were several different lines pulsing

across the screens, each with its own apparent function. There was a little pain associated with the wires, and even the coldness was fading. Several

minutes passed, and the aliens seemed to be content to watch the readings come

across. After another five minutes or so, one of the aliens turned and

approached him. Three arms reached out and began to touch his face. He turned

his head away, but the restraints just kept on coming. He could turn no further,

and the hands began stroking his cheek and jaw. He heard whisperings from the

other two aliens as they communicated something, and the one touching him

looked away briefly. It hissed something, then crouched lower over his body

and then other three hands begun to touch him. Hands on his face and chest! Michael began to

breathe deeply again and tried to struggle, but was securely fastened to the

table. A kind of pliers attached to his face begun pulling hardly up his cheeks while another robotic device pressed newly into

his navel, drifting lower, concentrating on his pubic area. Michal start to shiver and his penis released some drops of urine. His bladder was full and aching. The robot that had been down his feet moved closer his crotch and produced a silvery tube with a opened tip. Michael could feel it as the machine held the tip of the tube against his penis , a warm urine sprayed out from his penis. He was really embarrassed, but he knows this was the right way to do it better. Next soon the machine moved away down his feet.,

The aliens 👽 wheeled the machine over next to the table and made some adjustments to

it. After a brief discussion, they seemed to be satisfied that whatever they

did to it was correct. Six eyes turned to look at him. Then, one alien

turned back to their machine , while only the others" remained watching him.

He felt a slight tingling at one of the electrodes on his head. It gradually

increased, tingling more and more until it became nearly painful. He tried to cry out through the gag in his mouth, and apparently his meaning crossed the

language barrier. The tingling stopped. But it started again on the next

contact point. This procedure kept going, as each wire was electrified,

stimulating whatever nerves it happened to be against, stopping only when he cried out. After several stimulations had been done on his head, he felt one

of the leads on his chest begin to tingle. They had missed some on his head, perhaps! The nerves on his chest seemed to respond differently, though.

The tingling increased, and the pain come. The sensations kept

increasing, and finally a sharp pain appeared. Another lead

began tingling, increasing, decreasing. This procedure continued a while,

although there were still leads on Michael’s chest that had not been used. But then,

both nipples began tingling. Michael Bombers sucked air in quickly through his nose, eyes

widening in despair ! The burning was increasing, and this time there was

definitely not a pleasurable sensation . He began breathing more heavily, smooth

chest rising and falling, as his tits were tingled. After soon he faint. The aliens noticed these

changes and stopped looking at the machine and watched Michael’s body collapsed.

The beings thought they should stopped the impulses by now, but they let the

machine continue to work, watching as his body was beating from the excruciating pain. Finally,

one of the aliens turned to the machine and Michael’s body stopped to move

abruptly. Now he was awake but his relief was only momentary. Finally all the electrodes stopped hurting Michael’s body, and the devices were plugged out of the machine and bring to its original place in the room. The aliens had clustered around a view-screen and seemed to be excited about the results they saw. The even released Michael’s head momentarily so he could look, and sure enough, it was obvious that it had been some type of scanning device. The aliens were able to see cross-sections of his body at any point, and not only in circles as you would see on a cut tree, but vertically. They could see a full length cross-section at any depth. In addition to that, they could also isolate any organ and view it in a 3-D image, rotating a full 360 degrees or to any desired angle. They showed him his heart, kidneys, brain, tongue, and lastly, the reproductive organs. The big alien looked at him closely as they showed this last image. It seemed to be deep in thought as Michael looked angry at the 3-D image of his privates. Finally, the aliens replaced his head into the restraint.

Then he didn’t know what to expect next. He started to scream loudly when he saw one of the aliens placing a small cylindrical device at his mouth. It was only about a half inch in diameter, but he still resisted. Insistent fingers began pulling his lips apart, clicking the device against his teeth. Michael gave up, knowing that eventually they would force it in. It was pushed in until it reached the back of his throat. It pushed further, making him gag, but after it stopped moving, he got used to it. Michael felt a bad sensation as something else emerged from the device and slid down his oesophagus toward his stomach, as if he was choking.. The aliens were apparently probing him, maybe with a camera, as he could see out of the corner in a monitor. He watched as best as he could while trying to control his breath but as the probe reached his stomach he made a terrible scream and many tears started to fall from Michael’s eyes. The beings looked around for a while, then withdrew it. "That was so bad" to support he thought. ”, Then he felt something wet and slick applied to his anus . Michael shivered when the cold device touched him there, knowing what was coming next. Yes, it was being eased past his sphincter, the same device. Michael felt the tip of its monstrous appendage probing at the opening of his anus . "No! OH, FUCK, NO!" he shouted. The thing slid inside him. Nothing had ever, ever gone in that hole before, nothing, not even a proctologist's gloved finger. Michael screamed at the violation but could not stop it from happening. He felt his bum stretching to accommodate the shaft's girth, helplessly opening wide under the assault. The bizarre alien device filled his bowels, and as the alien pressed nearer and nearer to him, the machine slithered its way deeper inside. He could feel it following the curve of his intestine, bearing its horrifying cargo into his body,

. He felt it slide in about 2 or 3 inches, resting bluntly against his prostate. A brief sensation of motion was all he felt, but he didn’t know the probe was sneaking a peek at his intestines. This wasn't a straight-shot tube like the throat, but a winding trail. With each movement , the sheath nudged his prostate. His penis leaped

in anticipation, jerking up and down, expectantly awaiting the beginning

impulses. Finally It oozed out a drop of pre-ejaculation liquid which trailed to his stomach that the aliens collected immediately. The alien's hands reached Michael’s , and yet the probe kept moving. It was still increasing ! Michael could feel the tip questing through his guts, climbing through his intestinal tract, searching for the spot to take a sample of fecal content . The alien drove the long device back and forth, helping to thrust the shaft deeper into Michael’s bowels. Michael’s anal sphincter burned as the impossibly-huge probe rubbed against the soft skin. This could not be happening, this just could not be happening, there was no way he was going to end up as just an incubator and meat supply for a swarm of Agony spread through his body.

Seconds, minutes, hours... time had no meaning. The probe was pulled out and whitely liquid followed it. The table flipped back. Michael felt a blade against his thigh and then He felt a cut. He wanted to pass out from the pain, but could not. Another injection into his agony spread through his naked body.

The table flipped back. Michael felt a blade against his thigh and then He sow a cut. The poor man wanted to pass out from the pain, but could not. The aliens made Another injection into his left arm as a flap of skin on his thigh was pulled back before another device was forced into the muscle. The pain intensified. Michael couldn't stop screaming.! The aliens were apparently implanting again some devices in his body, but the pain was too much to take and

Michael faint.. The man woke up in a confusing state. He had been having some kind of dream or other, but the details evaporated before he could remember them. He was now in his sleeping bag near the stream on the moor. It was 10:30am, which was rather odd as Michael was morning person and usually woke up around 7am every single morning. His head was pounding slightly, as though He was hungover, but He hadn’t had any alcohol the night before. Michael went to the stream to refresh his face and brush his teeth and as He looked up into the clear water he noticed too spots of blood on his briefs and t-shirt. He lifted his t-shirt up to look for cuts, perhaps he had wounded himself when he passed near a patch of brambles the last day , but He couldn’t find anything strange .. and was too tired to think much of it and he fell asleep again on the moor. A few hours later, )and this is where it gets really strange), Michael woke up feeling very groggy with a burning sensation in his body. He sat up on stone and He felt a pain like something had scraped the area under and behind his testicles. Michael realised having marks and bruises on his chest, and lesions in the genital area. Leaves on a nearby tree were burned

and there was a crop circle on the spot where the “incident” happened. Soon after when he went to urinate Michael found it very painful to do so, due to, it turned out, some very fine blonde hair wrapped tightly under his foreskin. Micheal removed the hair and had the foresight to place it in a plastic sachet bag with a seal. His urine burned like a red-hot poker and he noticed red streaks on his penis. Later he decided to back home because he sickened and be checked out at a hospital. During the next days Michael had frequent urinary tract infections his glands swelled, as did his testicle that seemed to be smaller than before. The discomfort persisted for several days Before gradually disappearing after a period of itching. Michael felt like a healing process was taking place but he never thought he had been abducted by aliens. For the rest of the month Michael Bombers experienced from moderate to severe psychological harm, with some incapacitated by post-traumatic stress disorder that slowly disappeared from his working memory...

Michael Bombers