“Mmm… So tasty…” those words and a wet slurping sound was the first thing David became aware of. Then something wet started to drip onto his face. The dark skinned native islander felt strange over most of his body, and he grimaced slightly as his eyes opened. There wasn’t a lot of light, but his eyes seem to adjust quickly. Too quickly… not that he’d realize. His eyes had a slight blue tinge to their normal brown color, a tinge that glowed in the dark room and enabled him to see.
Directly above him was a disturbing sight. A massive hanging dark blue sack, from which extended a pair of angry red cocks. It was Stitch, standing on a chair for elevation. His triple set of testies was directly above Davids face, so close he could smell the musk on them. And for some reason it didn’t bother him at all, quite the opposite.
The mans memories were fuzzy but coming back. More slurping was heart, and the balls jiggled, full of thick mutagenic alien jizz. And they were wet and dripping with fluids… put their by two women kneeling before the monster.