Call out.

"Hey!" you say, "is anybody there?"

There is a flurry of movement at the corner of your eye, and you hear strange beeping sounds that may be some equipment or just the creatures talking. You aren't sure they are human, after all.

Before you know what's happening, you feel something touching your wang. Slippery and soft, slightly sticky. It feels bizzare but your dink grows at it's insistant touch. You feel something else, something similar manipulating your love plumbs and you moan unintentionally. Are the creatures touching you? Is it a machine of some kind?

Your dick is now completely hard and wishing that the things touching it would get down to some real pumping action. You want to look down, to see who or what is arousing you. You feel your cock strain against the floppy, sticky thing, hoping for some real friction, longing for release. You cry out in frustration as the thing touching your balls starts to stroke them gently but firmly. You feel like they're coaxing you, teasing you.

Then suddenly you feel something slam down over your cock. This is certainly a machine this time. You feel some kind of muscular-like, jelly-like contraption begin to pump your plump sausage. It doesn't take long for you to cum. You feel like you empty your entire sack into this strange machine, but it doesn't stop pumping your dick.

You start to moan and try to escape, your penis so sensitive after your explosive ejaculation. But after a few more simulated thrusts, you feel revived and feel another orgasm building. You moan and cry out as you cum again, a seemingly impossible amount of cum shooting out of you.

You feel some suction and then the machine is gone. You are dry, clean and exhausted, you fall asleep.

When you wake up you are not tied to the table anymore. You sit up and look around. You are in a circular room, the walls covered in strange blinking lights and levers and indecipherable words or symbols on screens. You look down and congratulate your penis for it's good time. You see one button start flashing. It's red. You want to push it. There's no one around.