Interdimensional milking part 46 – The Truth

Recap: Max is a teenager from Earth in the distant future, who attends a boarding school on planet Herschel Majoris where his seed is automatically harvested every day. Shaun has gone missing on a camping trip

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Interdimensional milking part 46 – The Truth

Shaun’s penis was still brutally hard. It pointed in the direction he walked like a dousing rod seeking water, twitching as the muscles in the base involuntarily contracted and relaxed.

Symbiotic organisms are lifeforms that live together, with each deriving a benefit from the relationship. Parasitic organisms are lifeforms that survive by leeching from another one with no regard for the wellbeing of the host. Lampreys that attach themselves to the eyes of sharks blinding them, worms that live in the bloodstream of humans giving them monstrously enlarged testicles, and cordyceps fungus that infect insects, eventually bursting forth from their bodies to seed again. And now Shaun was about to discover the difference.

He didn’t see the giant leaves that lay on the ground, spread in a 5-sided star shape, but he felt them as he stepped onto them; they were spongy, and warm. They felt him too, as his weight triggered them. He just had a moment to look down in the low light, before the leaves sprang upwards, launching him towards the plant’s centre, snapping shut around his body. He yelped in surprise, but it was already too late. Shaun was swaddled within its meaty leaves as a Venus flytrap engulfs a hapless insect. They closed into a bud-shaped pod, completely enclosing him.

He struggled frantically, desperate for breath, but the powerful leaves overlapped each other, and with his arms pinned to his sides, he felt like a mummy, bandaged and trapped. It rippled, adjusting his body until his head was free. He gasped as cool air reached his lungs, but he was still in dire trouble.

He was still exhausted from more than a day of continuous milking by the tarabellas, and now, barely a minute free, he was the captive of another organism. It would be comical if it was not so deadly serious. He felt his remaining strength evaporating.

A sinuous cord shared his capsule within the leaves. It was the plant’s stigma, modified by millions of years of evolution to seek out its victim’s penis, draining it and using the host’s semen as a nutritious lubricant that drew its pollen down, enabling it to self-pollinate.

Shaun felt it sliding around like a mesmerised cobra, searching. Then it found what it was looking for, and to his horror the hollow vine slid over his penis, moving further down, engulfing his testicles as well. Shaun envisioned a Northern Boa, swallowing and crushing his penis and testicles, as it did the eggs of the reptiles it preyed upon. He tensed in readiness for the pain, but it didn’t come. There WAS a swallowing, gulping sensation, but it was gentle, more like an expert blowjob, than a desire to eat his genitals.

He reached for it, struggling to move his hands from his sides to his groin, then he gripped it with both hands and made to pull it off. The second he applied pressure, the lithe organ contracted violently, squeezing Shaun’s testicles. He let go with a shout, momentarily Immobilised by the pain, and as soon as he stopped pulling, it stopped squeezing. Shaun regained his strength, gripped the plant, and tried a second time, but again, the moment he started to pull, the plant squeezed his penis and testicles, forcing a scream of pain from his mouth.

Suddenly Shaun understood the cause for the sharper yelps of pain they had all heard from the tarabella encampment. They were not the males being milked by females; they were unfortunate males being subdued by parasitic plants that grew wherever tarabellas nested. Just when they thought they were free of their sexually aggressive females, many males stumbled into exactly the same trap as he had, and the plants used their testicles to stop them struggling.

Shaun took the message to heart and he stopped struggling. In return, the plant stopped squeezing. At least not as hard. For the second time, his cock was not his to control.

The plant pulsed the slimy organ that surrounded Shaun’s erect penis, making him squirm with lust. And yet again, in spite of himself, he gave up his semen…

Search leader Alpha looked out over the sea of people. 60 faces looked back at him.

“Thank you for coming out so early. I’d particularly like to thank the civs; I know you didn’t have to do this.”

“As you know, we are searching for a fourteen-year-old boy. He’s been lost for two days. He has no water and minimal food. He has a little survival training so we hope that he will have managed to find water. Unfortunately, the atmospherics have rendered our scans almost inoperable from the air.”

“You will go out in teams of three; one rescue leader and two civs. Each of you has a mapping unit, a thermascan, and a vone. Please check now that your vones are tuned to use QT transmission. It’s the only thing that seems to cut through this damned interference.”

He gave the gathered people time to double check their vones.

“Tarabella activity has greatly increased over the past three years. The young man and his two companions were ambushed by a wandering troop, and even though he escaped, it’s possible, he’s run into more, in which case he may not even be free to walk out.”

“What do we do if we bump into any?” a civilian asked.

“Each of you has been issued with a stinger. They’re good for at least a thousand shots. They’ll drop a tarabella dead in its tracks – don’t worry, it does them no long-term harm. Make sure the stingers are securely tethered to your wrist.”

He held up a small battery-powered gun about half the size of a 21^st century Glock. It was attached to his wrist with a plastic-coated wire.

“‘Bellas are not hostile, but they are aggressively single-minded.”

“What if we get caught?”

“Then lie back and think sexy thoughts,” another civ joked.

The comment raised a ripple of laughter.

“People, we’re talking about a young man who is out there right now in need of rescue. If he HAS be captured by the ‘Bellas, I can assure you, he’s not feeling very aroused after two days of being raped.”

“Sorry sir,” the joker said. “That was crood of me.”

“Zero probs, but if the worst DOES happen, your vones all have pingers. Press it and someone will be with you within 30 minutes. It may be unsettling, but you will not be harmed. If your team member gets taken, do NOT attempt a rescue on your own. Call for help and we’ll get a trained team to you in a spit.”

“Your trackers only have a range of about 5 metres, and your thermascans 30, but it’s a big jungle. Use your eyes and ears people. Now let’s get out and find this boy.”

Max, Brill and Bryan sat in the dining hall eating their midday meal.

“How come you two are wearing streets?” Bryan asked.

Brill grinned.

“Exemption for our camping trip with the Explorers. A week. Still got a few days because the trip finished early.”

“Sweet. Are you glad to be out of your EV?”

“Moff yeah!” Brill said. “It’s great to feel my own pipe when I take a leak. And I don’t need to wait for skin time to see Max’s.”

A look of mild distaste crossed Bryan’s face. Brill grinned.

“Sorry sib, didn’t mean to be crood.”

Brill patted Bryan heartily on the shoulder and Bryan responded with a grin.

“Nah, it’s just me being senile. I’m happy for you sibs.”

Brill sensed that he was not being entirely honest.

“Dunno what I’m gonna do when my exemption runs out,” Max said. “I’m still mega-skeeved about what happened before.”

Bryan frowned.

“What happened?”

“Oh, didn’t you hear? Someone was creeping on Max – touching his dick when he was in his EV.”

“Yeah, the nurse said it might be portal psychosis then…” he hesitated before deciding against revealing what had happened to him. “Then something happened that proved I wasn’t imagining it all.”

“What?” Bryan asked.

Max shrugged, his expression tightening.

“I’d rather not talk about it.”

“Zero probs. So how long is your exemption?”

“It ends the week after Brill’s.”

“What are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know yet. Janeway said they started an investigation. I guess if they caught the guy… I assume it’s a guy. Do women work in the portal stations as well?”

Brill shrugged.

“No idea. Bry?”

“Actually, I’m sure they do. Why wouldn’t they?”

“I dunno – a woman alone with all those boners. Seems weird. How would they resist touching them?” Max said.

“In your case,” Brill said, “Very easily.”

Max looked at Brill to see his expression. Brill was smiling playfully. He gave Max’s arm a shove and Max fell off his chair.

“Oh moff, Max, I’m sorry!”

Brill rushed over to help Max back to his feet. Max rose laughing, and as he looked up, he realised Sam was standing behind Brill with a bag over his shoulder. His laughter evaporated.

“Hey Sam.”

“Hey Max, guys,” Sam replied sombrely. “They still haven’t found Shaun.”

His eyes were sunken and dark and he looked like he hadn’t slept.

“No, I know. We’re all waiting for news. But I didn’t know you cared about him so much?”

“Yeah, we’re a lot closer than people realise. Look I really need to clear the air between us. There’s a lot to explain. Everything will make sense.”

“Oookay,” Max said.

Sam looked at Bryan. His dinner plate was empty.

“Hey Bry, I really, REALLY hate to do this to you, but would you mind if we spoke in private?”

“You want me to leave?”

“Or we can take a walk. I hate to do this to you, I wouldn’t do this to you if it wasn’t so important.”

Bryan looked at Max, then at Brill. He didn’t hide the expression of annoyance on his face as he rose, expelled from the group.

“Catch you later Brill. Max.”

“I’m grieved sib,” Sam said. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

When he was gone, Max was the first to speak.

“That was really raw. This better be important.”

Sam opened the bag and showed the contents to Brill and Max.

“Is that Troye’s pad?”

Sam nodded.

“I’m taking it to Central to get the screen repaired. I was gonna give it back to him this evening.”

“You hung onto it all this time?”

“It’s complicated. I wanted Shaun to return it but… but he was hensive.”

“Why should HE give it back?”

“Like I said, it’s complicated. It’s not easy to admit the truth. Do you wanna come to Central with me and we can get a Deez while the workshop fixes the pad. I’ll explain everything.”

He turned to Brill.

“Course, you’re welcome to come along too.”

Brill glanced at Max, and Max gave a tight-lipped smile. He returned his attention to Sam.

“Thanks Sam, but it sounds like you two have important stuff to talk about. I’m sure Max can give me all the deets later.”

He gave an exaggerated wink and a smile that indicated that he did NOT expect Max to divulge the contents of his forthcoming conversation. Sam smiled.

“Hey, you’re a native, it’s not like I could keep secrets from you even if I wanted to.”

Brill winked again playfully, then followed it by opening his eyes a little wider. His brown irises glowed momentarily gold.

“Actually, I don’t use that on my friends Sam.”

Sam tilted his head slightly to the side and he looked quizzically at Brill before offering him a hand in an expression of deep respect. Brill accepted the outstretched hand and they stroke tapped. Brill smiled and gave a nod. Then he kissed Max on the cheek. Max turned and returned the kiss.

“I’m gonna go keep Bryan company,” Brill said. “Vone me when you get back from Central?”

“Yeah, will do, if I can get through. If not where can I find you?”

“Dunno, probably my room. Might watch the new Fast and Furious. I hear number 2832 just came out.”

Max grinned. “Those holos are so bad.”

Brill grinned.

“Yeah, that’s why I love them!”

“Seeya Brill.”

Brill pecked him on the cheek one more time.

“Later.”

Brill hurried off after Bryan.

Sam and Max took a turning off Main. There were smaller commercial units lining the street. Sam led Max into an electronics store.

“Just gotta take care of this then we can go to Deez. Mind if we go to the one on Remy? It’s quieter. Can’t hear yourself process in the one on Main.”

Max was patiently giving Sam time to get to whatever it was he had to say. He sensed in Sam’s reluctance that it was not something that was going to come easy.

“Sure, whatever you like Sam.”

Sam walked up to the counter.

“May I help you please Sir?” the serving android asked.

Sam opened his bag and produced Troye’s pad.

“I’d like the screen replaced please.”

The android scanned the pad.

“That will be 30 tokens. It will take one hour. Would you care to wait?”

“No thanks, I’ll come back later.”

“Certainly sir. May I scan your ID?”

Sam offered his wrist and the android wirelessly interfaced with it.

“Thank you. A receipt has been transmitted. Have a nice day.”

Sam swept his hand across the screen of his vone to confirm the receipt had been delivered.

“Getting Troye’s pad fixed huh? I should really pay for that. I was the one that told Brill it was okay to sit on your bed,” Max said.

“Naw, it was my fault for hiding it.”

“Ummm. Sam, are we gonna talk about it now?”

“Let’s get food. I’ll explain when we’re sitting down.”

Max sighed.

“Sure, but no more stalling then, okay?”

“Okay.”

They walked towards the fast-food place, when Max saw something that made him double take.

“Hey Sam, aren’t those the guys that we had a fight with?”

He gestured towards three young men, slouching by a side turning, and looking somewhat shifty.

Sam looked and wrinkles furrowed his brow as he studied them.

“Yeah, I think it is.”

“Looks like they got their own EVs,” Max said, noting that all three of the street thugs were now wearing Envirosuits.

All three of the lights were blue, indicating that their owners were receiving a testicle massage. The youths looked thoroughly sulky, and seemed to be barely communicating with each other.

“They don’t look happy,” Sam observed. “Maybe they’re on a special program? Ball squashing 54/7. Bonzos would deserve it.”

Fifteen minutes later they sat at a pair of window seats in Deez. Max slowly munched on a patty, intermittently supplementing it with gulps of Wylo. Sam looked out of the window.

“Max, have you heard of the Targen Affinity?”

“No, never heard of it.”

“I didn’t think so. That’s why they made us roommates.”

Max looked bewildered and Sam looked him in the eyes.

“The Targen Affinity was… is a cult. They lived out in the Regulus Tract, not far from where Brill came from. That’s where I grew up.”

“You were part of a cult?”

“I was only a kid. So “part of” is not really a good description. But I did grow up there. Until I was 10.”

“And what happened then?”

“I moved,” Sam said vaguely.

“Oh. That fizzled. So, what was special about them?”

Sam gave a wan smile.

“The usual cultish weirdness. They liked to live far from other people. They were really into weapons. They had all kinds of strange beliefs and practices.”

“What kind of practices?”

“Ummm, sexual stuff. Like the men could have sex with anyone. Any time.”

“Anyone?”

“Yes. And no-one was allowed to refuse. Except the other men. The ones over 21.”

“Did you…”

Sam stared at Max intently.

“Anyone,” he repeated.

“I lived there with my rents and three brothers.”

“You have three brothers? I didn’t know that.”

“Not any more. John self-terminated when he was 14. He was four years older than me. Michael is 12. He’ll be starting at Friedrich Krupp next year.”

“You said three brothers.”

“Yes. The last one is 14.”

“Do I know him?”

“It’s Shaun.”

“Shaun is your brother?!”

Max was shocked.

“Why did you keep it a secret?”

Sam took a deep breath.

“Sec knew about the Affinity, but not how just weird they were. Lots of colonists move to the outer worlds to get away from government, so sec was fine to leave them alone. Until they started kidnapping people. Then sec got involved and the whole sex thing came out. It was one of the biggest news stories on HM for ages. You weren’t on the planet then so you missed it.”

“Oh wow!”

“Yeah, so anyway, lot of the minors got taken into protection by sec, and we were relocated and given new identities.”

“Why didn’t sec bust all the majors?”

“Thing is, there were hundreds of thousands of them. Affinity that is. The leaders were Herschellians; they called themselves The Generation. Direct line descendants of the first. Powerful telepaths with a fuck-load of other powers. They knew that sec was coming weeks before it happened. They scattered along with thousands of the highest members and their families. Faded into the cities. But they left tens of thousands more to get busted, to cover their escape. My family among them.”

Max stared at him agape.

“So why are you keeping it quiet about Shaun?”

“That’s the thing, the Generation didn’t just give up. They’ve been slowly rescuing the adults, and gathering together the ones that escaped. And they’ve been searching for the kids ever since. It made it easier if nobody knew we were related.”

“But why the kids?”

Sam took a long pause.

“Because they were getting us ready. Ready to grow the Affinity. The Generation got inside our heads, taught us how to make contacts, persuade other kids to join. We were all growing up to be perfect little recruiting robots. And of course, we all grew up thinking the sex stuff was normal. They spent years training us. Also, the sick bastards liked the kids best.”

“Liked? What do you mean “liked?””

“They used us. You know, to get off. That’s why Shaun is so horny all the time. He was taught about sex from the moment he was born till he was 8 and we were rescued.”

“And you too.”

It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah, 10 years. Sec got all kinds of psychs to help us. Wipe our programming. But you never completely clear everything.”

Max looked at Sam with genuine concern.

“I’m so sorry Sam.”

He reached across the table and gave Sam’s forearm a squeeze. Sam looked up at him and gave a tight, sad smile.

“Thanks Max. You’re a good guy.”

“So um, I don’t wanna push, but what does this have to do with Troye’s pad?”

“Oh yeah, that,” Sam said, grinning sheepishly. “Forgot all about that. So, you could say me and Shaun both have a… knack for breaching code.”

“Excuse me?”

“The rules. We don’t really give a moff what code says. Part of our programming I guess. Anyway, Shaun tends to be drawn towards certain types of people. The ones who Vraped you for instance. Turns out THEY knew the guys who jacked Troye. They ended up with his pad, and Shaun “borrowed” it from them.”

“He stole it from them?”

“Yeah, pretty much. He wanted to help Troye. I don’t think he’s gonna want to hang with them anymore. I don’t think…”

His voice broke. He stopped mid-sentence, unable to continue talking normally, choked at the thought of his younger brother lost in the jungle.

Max looked at him with an expression of deep compassion.

“Sam, I’m so grieved. But I’m sure that with all their tech, it’s just a matter of time till they find him.”

Sam looked at Max, and his expression screwed up. A tear welled up beneath his eye, then ran down the edge his nose. It was joined by another, and then there was a river of tears beneath his red eyes. The outpouring came as a shock to Max. Sam was always so solid and upbeat.

“But what if they DON’T Max? I’ve been watching out for him, and now he’s all alone out there.”

Max moved to Sam’s side of the table and wrapped an arm around Sam’s shoulder.

“They’ll find him Sam. I’m sure of it.”

Sam looked at him like a drowning man reaching for a life preserver.

“You think?”

“I’m certain of it.”