The Man from Guerth
By Big Brother Alan - BigBrother-Alan@earthlink.net
A story about my gang rape


Wow. My first impressions of Earth are so totally not what I was expecting. I
had studied the films and tapes. I was the best English speaker in my school.
I was practically immersed in Earth culture, most especially American culture,
from my earliest childhood. But still, things are so very different. The light
is yellower here and I feel slightly heavier and more sluggish. These, I can
explain away by my understanding of the different sun and by the slightly
greater planetary mass of Earth. But there are other things too. The smells
and the sounds are almost overwhelming me. We were warned of course, but when
it comes down to it, there's nothing that can fully prepare one to set foot on
planet Earth for the first time.

Perhaps I am getting ahead of myself. My Earth name is Danny and I was born on
Guerth, a planet not too distant from Earth. Guerth does not rhyme with Earth.
It is more like "where" but with a beginning like "Gwen" and of course with a
"th" ending. I am a sociologist, here to study Earth humans. Guerthians are
humans too, though very few Guerthians believe it.

I can't ever let this report fall into the hands of my captain or anyone else
from Guerth. I'm trying to leave my past life on Guerth behind me forever and
I am writing this for Earth humans in case I don't make it. I have secrets
that, if discovered, would doom me to a prisoner's life on Guerth.

My biggest secret is that my father is an Earth human, living these last
thirty years on Guerth. My mother was the captain of one of the first vessels
to ever contact Earth humans. She made some grievous mistakes, some of which
can only be blamed on poorly formulated policies. Bringing my father to Guerth
was one, though it was not really considered out of bounds at the time.
Keeping him for her personal pet was only natural as well. But her biggest
mistake was to become pregnant with my father's seed. She knew better. They've
lived with that secret all these years and I've lived with it since I was told
on my seventeenth birthday.

As I said, I'm a sociologist. I'm here, along with about a thousand other
Guerthians, to study and learn. My particular topic of interest is sexual
behavior. You see, Guerth is a planet dominated by our females. This has been
true for the entirety of our written history and was almost certainly true for
thousands of years before that. Even though Earth humans and Guerth humans are
almost completely identical from a genetic standpoint, there are various
differences. The biggest difference is that Guerth females are usually - not
always, but usually - bigger than males. And in a reproductive sense, there
are differences as well. Guerth women can choose when to become pregnant.
Females can couple with three different men in three consecutive hours and
choose which male's sperm will fertilize her egg. Or she can choose not to
allow fertilization at all. Guerth males are also slightly different. Males
can have erections at will and maintain them for long periods of time. Other
than these differences, we are almost identical.

It is theorized by some of our more controversial scientists that some force,
perhaps some intelligent beings, transplanted humans to Earth seventy or
eighty thousand years ago. These scientists are ridiculed and often have their
credentials pulled since most Guerthians refuse to believe we are related at
all. But I have a further theory. Not only are we related but it was the other
way around. Guerth humans were brought to Guerth from Earth. Earth is the
origin. I believe this because Guerth is so much less diverse. Our plant and
animal species number in the tens of thousands, where on Earth there are
literally millions of different species of life. This leads me to think that
Guerth was seeded and did not evolve life on its own. Also, on the entire
planet of Guerth we only speak one language and this is all we have ever
spoken. Finally, there are only one hundred fifty million Guerthians. Earth
has forty times this number.

I must be careful not to overwhelm the reader with too much speculation. I'll
stick to my own field, my own experiences, what I know to be true. And what I
know most of all to be true is that I am a misfit. I cannot live on Guerth and
I can only hope to someday fit in on Earth. Because of my father's genes, I
was doomed to a life of sexual slavery or to a cloistered life at home, never
able to venture out. That is why I have studied sociology. And it is why I
applied for one of the very rare posts on Earth as an observer. And it is why
I must slip away and lose myself in one of Earth's large cities, hidden from
the prying eyes and long arms of Guerth.

Perhaps it would help to explain a few things about Guerth culture. As I said,
females are dominant. They dominate politics, business, industry, the
sciences, education - almost every aspect of life is controlled by women. The
men of Guerth are involved in entertainment and services. In rare cases, there
are token men filling important roles but largely men are on Guerth to provide
pleasure and comfort to women.

If an Earth human were to observe everyday life on Guerth, he or she might be
shocked to see the way our genders interact with each other. For example, if
one were to enter a tavern as a fly on a wall, one would see men and women
talking and drinking and having a good time - quite normal so far. But the men
would all be wearing a kind of light cloak and the women, without exception,
would be seen with at least one hand inside the folds of these cloaks. It is
customary that when a woman approaches a man to talk, she will reach into his
cloak and take hold of his penis - even a man she's never met before. And the
man will not think it strange at all.

Our fly-on-the-wall will see many such groups standing or sitting, and in each
case, the woman will be holding the penis of the man. In a few instances, the
couple will rise and move off to the side of the tavern and enter a small
alcove. And in this alcove, the woman will ask - no, demand - sexual favors of
the man. He will be only too happy to oblige for it is what he has been raised
to expect and he will be used to it. And besides, he is almost certainly there
because he allowed himself an erection, sending the woman a clear signal that
he would be happy to please her.

There was a time not too long ago when it mattered little whether the man
wanted to please the woman. If she wanted sexual pleasure she would just find
a man she found attractive and demand it from him. But recently (and this is
one of the ways Earth has influenced Guerth) our society has taken a slightly
more enlightened approach. Today, unless a man is sending mixed signals or is
being a tease, only boorish women will simply demand sex from a man.

When a boy reaches the age of seventeen, he is considered a man and he usually
celebrates the event by going out alone to a bar or club to lose his
virginity. It will be the first time in his life he has ever ventured into
public alone. This is how I came to know about my real father and it marks the
beginning of my troubles.

I wore my new cloak and I prepared myself in the usual ways to make myself
more handsome for any women I might meet. Upon entering a club frequented by
younger women I was almost immediately set upon by a group of partiers. I
didn't know it at the time but apparently I have a slightly exotic look that
gives me an added appeal. I now know I inherited it from my father. It's all
so clear to me.

Anyway, the group was made up of eight young professional women out
celebrating the promotion of one and the birthday of another. Deesa was the
ring leader and she approached me first as I sat at the bar. She introduced
herself and offered to buy me a drink as she casually reached into my cloak to
fondle me. She was somewhat attractive and of course I can blame it on that
but the truth is that I was totally unprepared for the experience. Seventeen
years of cloistered home life and schooling in the ways of Guerth culture
taught me what to expect on an intellectual level but it taught me nothing on
a practical level.

Her hand caressing and fondling my penis was so overwhelming to my senses that
I could not control my erection. She, of course, took my erection to be a sign
of eagerness on my part so she brought me to her table to meet her friends.
One by one, they stood to introduce themselves, taking my erect penis in their
hand as they did so. Any other Guerthian male would have simply maintained a
flaccid penis, as custom dictates but I had no control over my manhood.

Earth humans may have a difficult time understanding this but my erection sent
an "anything goes" signal to these eight women. I was in over my head already
and to try to walk away or to beg out would have landed me in jail but only
after a savage beating. A series of events was in motion over which I had no
control.

Deesa could have just taken me to an alcove and demanded pleasure from me. She
could have kept me to herself since she found me first. But she made a
decision to bring the party to her dwelling and we all took the public
transport tube to her block. The entire trip I was surrounded by the eight
women touching me, caressing me, flirting with me and whispering suggestive
"nothings" in my ears.

We arrived and Deesa took my cloak and hung it up. She put my shoes by the
door. This is customary on Guerth. Men only wear clothing in public. In the
privacy of Deesa's dwelling the women became much more bawdy. Drinks were
poured and I was made to lie on the laps of four of them, who stroked and
caressed my naked skin wherever they wanted. The other four were not far away
either, sitting on the second couch only a few inches away from me.

All this time my erection was pounding, not so much because I wanted to be
with these eight women but because I was so unused to the attention. Quite
frankly, I was afraid. But this was part of being a man on Guerth and I
assumed every man went through a similar experience.

In a private dwelling there is no need for an alcove, so after ten minutes or
so of this group behavior, Deesa decided she wanted to copulate with me. She
had me lie on my back on the floor in the center of the room, which was padded
for just such a purpose. She stood over me and disrobed. Her body was lean and
muscular and I've always been attracted to strong women. Her breasts were
large but she was muscular enough that her pectorals kept her breasts firmly
to her body such that they didn't swing and sway the way some women's breasts
do.

She was only wearing a lower covering similar to what you might call a thong.
She began to kiss and nibble my ribs and abdomen working her way to my groin
and the inside of my thigh. She was becoming excited as she paused to smell my
engorged penis. She had one hand in her thong fingering herself.

When she was ready, she untied her thong and removed it. She positioned
herself over my groin, and taking my penis in both her hands, she engulfed me
suddenly and forcefully. Having been raised as a male of Guerth, I knew what
she wanted and I knew what was expected of me. I needed to maintain an
erection for as long as she wanted me. I needed to wait for her permission to
reach my own orgasm. And since this was a group of eight, I didn't expect to
receive that permission until all eight were sated. This evening might last
four or five hours before I would be allowed to leave and make my way home.

Deesa was so muscular that her vagina gripped me like a fist. She wanted to
enjoy every inch of my manhood until she had received a strenuous workout. She
didn't want me to move or talk or even look handsome. Her eyes were closed and
she was in her own world as she pumped me and squeezed me and strolled through
her own sexual fantasy world.

But my genes and my Earthly inheritance doomed me that night. I could no more
control my orgasm than I could control my erection. Without warning, Deesa's
iron-like grip on my cock brought me to a powerful orgasm that I couldn't
stop. She instantly knew that I had released and she flew into a rage. "You
fucking cunt-tease," she shouted, slapping me across the face with all her
strength. I had broken a taboo that no amount of sorrow or explanation could
repair. Quite simply, I was in the wrong and I deserved whatever was coming my
way.

All eight women were aghast. They were stunned. Never had they experienced an
insult so blatantly brazen, so flauntingly audacious. Without saying a word
Deesa disengaged from me and moved herself up to my face. She positioned her
pussy over my lips and said, "You'll wish you hadn't done that, Teaser. Get
busy and don't stop until I tell you."

I had to lick her pussy and bring her to an orgasm, my own cum dripping into
my mouth. There was nothing I could do or say. There was no fighting them.
There was no pleading. I had to hope they would have mercy on me. Deesa was
insatiable. She wanted me to suck on her labia, to suck on her clit, and to
lick out her pussy for what seemed like an hour or more. And when she was
finally done the other seven made a train of me. One woman would sit on my
face as I licked her. Behind her, another woman was straddling my chest,
waiting her turn. Behind her was another, straddling my groin and fondling my
flaccid penis. Another was on my thighs and still another was sitting on my
lower legs. They were all drinking alcohol and singing drinking songs as I
licked and sucked and tried my best to please them.

One by one, they each reached an orgasm but they took their time. Forty-five
minutes, an hour, an hour and a half: each woman held off her orgasm to punish
me for my insulting misdeed. And by the time the eighth woman was done, long
into the night, Deesa was ready for another. "Are you ready to please me
properly, Teaser?" She fondled my penis to try to bring it to life but I was
exhausted. My lips and tongue were sore. My ribs ached, my whole body ached
from the almost continuous train that rode me for so many hours. I was hungry
and thirsty and my penis was lifeless and limp. Deesa became enraged anew. She
slammed the flat of her palm into my balls and I doubled up from the pain. She
grabbed my hair with one hand and backhanded my across the jaw with her other.
I was bleeding from the mouth and the sickening pain in my gut had taken my
breath away.

Then she did something that Guerthians view as the ultimate degradation. It is
something only talked about in whispered conversations with best friends and
even the raunchiest magazines only hint at it obliquely. She turned around and
stuck her ass in my face. I was horror struck. How could this be happening to
me? "Lick my ass, Teaser. I want to feel your worthless tongue up my ass." The
other women snapped to attention. They didn't expect this and the forbidden
nature of Deesa's command was titillating to them. There was a buzz of renewed
sexual excitement among them as they crowded in close to witness my
debasement.

With tears streaming down my face, still nauseated from her crushing blow to
my balls, I hesitated. Her cheeks were spread and her anus was nestled against
my lips but I just couldn't bring myself to stick my tongue in her ass. I
fully expected her to crush my balls again but she did something that scared
me worse. She took my penis in her hand and with a crushing, vice-like grip
she began to pull. She was slowly stretching my penis outward and I was
starting to feel a tearing sensation at the base. "I'll rip it right off if
you don't lick my ass. You don't have much time, Teaser."

The pain was indescribable. I thought the tissues around the base of my penis
were ripping. I even felt my scrotum pulling upwards as if it was going to rip
off as well. Out of pain and desperation and fear I did as she told me. I
opened my mouth and stuck my tongue in her ass. "Ah, that's right, that's
right. Farther, Teaser." I could feel the sphincter muscles of her anus
squeezing my tongue as if trying to expel me. "Clean me out. Lick me deeper."
I did as she commanded. The humiliation and degradation had turned me into a
quivering heap. How long she sat on my face I do not know. It must have been
at least thirty minutes since she brought herself to another orgasm with her
fingers as I licked and sucked on her anus.

To my horror the other women began arguing who would be next. They almost came
to blows but they finally settled on a random method to decide in what order
they would ride my face. One by one they mounted me. Each time, they would
take hold of my abused penis hoping that I would resist so they could hurt me.
Two of them began their sadistic pleasures by simply pounding their fist into
my balls before I even had a chance to lick them. The others weren't quite so
quick to punish but they all relished the added electricity that violence or
the threat of violence gave to their sexual enjoyment.

The sun had long since risen when the last of the women finished with me.
Yesterday was the end of the work stretch for these women and there were three
more full days before they had to resume their work. It quickly became obvious
to me that they intended to keep me here the whole time. Most of them had
drifted off to sleep. Two were in the kitchen rattling food platters.

Deesa decided she needed some sleep but she didn't want to miss out on
anything that the others might do to me. So she had me follow her to her bed
chamber. And to be sure I didn't wander off I was made to lie on my side with
my face between her legs as she slept. Her large muscular thighs were
practically crushing my head and I could barely breathe with her cunt almost
wrapped around my mouth and nose. But there was nothing I could do. I tried my
best to just lie still and hope the hours would pass quickly. I tried to sleep
but it was fruitless. Deesa slept soundly and the rhythmic rising and falling
of her breathing rocked my head back and forth, back and forth for what seemed
like an eternity.

My head was pounding and my ears were numb from being crushed between her legs
for so long. It was afternoon when she awoke. To my sorrow she wasn't through
with me. My own breath on her pussy must had re-ignited her desires because
she told me to pleasure her as she enjoyed her last few moments of slumber.
Afterwards, she took me into her bathing room and we washed. For my part, I
was just relieved to be able to drink her bath water since I had been given
nothing to eat or drink since arriving. Whatever juices I may have taken from
the bodies of the women was insignificant compared to the saliva I lost. I was
becoming dehydrated and Deesa's bath water refreshed me slightly.

The next three days followed much of the same pattern. The women would tire of
their sadism long enough to coax an erection from me, only to be angered by my
unwillingness to keep it. They thought I was doing it on purpose to enflame
their anger and bring down some form of retribution on me. In short, they
thought I had a psychological need for abuse and debasement. They thought I
was a masochist through and through and they found that sadism gave their
sexual activities and added kick. No amount of pleading or explaining helped.
In fact, it only made it worse. To them, my actions spoke much louder than my
words and only confirmed that I was a masochist begging to be beaten and
debased.

I was released on the fifth day as the women left for their work. I staggered
home bloody and bruised, beaten and tortured and degraded. My mother later
found me closed up in my room. She had been worried sick about me and had
called the authorities to find me. After much coaxing, she learned what had
happened to me and that was when she told me my father was an Earth human. She
had hoped she would never have to tell me since it would mean a difficult life
for us all. But that day she knew that I was very much like my father and that
I would never be able to fit into Guerth society.

My next years of study were lonely and cloistered since I could not risk being
out alone again. I had to learn to stifle any erection I might have since it
was simply impossible for a male to exist on Guerth without coming into
contact with females. My only sexual encounters from that time on were with
friends of the family who understood and sympathized with my defects. But even
so, I found myself pleasing women orally a great deal of the time since I
lacked the stamina to fuck for more than twenty or thirty minutes.

My father had long led a life of almost complete solitude for the same reason.
I always knew him as my mother's pet male from Earth but I thought it was her
idea to keep him homebound - a desire not to share him with anyone. It turns
out that my mother had protected this man, who taught me so much about life on
Earth, out of love and consideration for him.

And that brings me to the present. I am finally here on Earth where I hope I
can live a more normal life. I've already encountered problems after a very
promising start. I met a woman with whom I shared a mutual attraction. Her
name was Kelly. I must admit it's still difficult for me to grasp how kind and
sharing she was. But we enjoyed a very consuming sexual relationship and she
thoroughly enjoyed what she said was my sexual stamina and appetite - imagine
that! She also couldn't get enough of my desire to please her orally. And for
my part, I was taken aback when she actually wanted me to reach an orgasm with
her. I was also very self-conscious and even embarrassed when she indicated
that she wanted to take me into her mouth. It took me a long time to allow
myself to enjoy it. The women of Guerth would never, ever do such a thing.

But my undoing came when Kelly found that I had engaged in sexual relations
with another woman - several, in fact. I mentioned that to Guerth women I had
an exotic appearance. Apparently, I also appear slightly different to Earth
women and I find myself propositioned often. And being a male from Guerth, I
simply cannot say no.