“Sir!” He gave a simple salute and left me in peace.
Now, I could give him my full attention. He shifted and winced; he probably wanted to be as far away from me as possible, but that was too bad.
“You don’t look that off from our own or the Travols. Perhaps mating with you wouldn’t be so different.”
I pressed the small button to release the bubble, and the boy fell to the floor with a small cry and hurried to the corner of the room.
He screamed when I reached out to him and pounded on my chest, and before I knew it, I was shaking this mad creature to shut it up.
“You need to relax! I will see if I can fuck you and knot you.” I don’t know why I said that. It wasn’t like he could understand unless the doctor implanted the language chip in him.
Grabbing him by his long black hair I dipped his head low to check for the small implant scar, nope no chip, he understood nothing I said. Next time, I’ll ask for an implant before requesting a new alien’s presence in my bedroom.
There was only one thing I could do. You need not speak another’s tongue to get what you want.
Holding him in place, I opened the pores on my back, emitting my pheromones. If he were receptive, he would loosen up and know I mean him no harm; if he can’t, then he wouldn’t accept me, and then it would be up to me to determine if I still wanted to fuck him or not.
The Doc would be disappointed if I took him by force and tore him apart.
Lucky for me he relaxed and closed his eyes for a long time before opening them again and now he looked up at me, I was a handsome specimen, that much was clear, and I can’t imagine I looked all that different to the men in his world.
“See, you and I can get along swimmingly. I’m not in the business of raping, my pride is on the line, and I would prefer not to fuck a crying, useless boy.”
I kneeled in front of him and stuck out my tongue to give him a taste and heard his breath hitch, although there was a sharp pull in his sound. Hmm, I inspected the side of his heavily bruised body. Someone injured him.
“Well, great.”
CHAPTER 7
Caspian
I didn’t want to think about what happened or how scared I was when that giant iron-armored alien tossed me inside some bubble and took me onboard their massive ship. Still, this ship didn’t look like a beetle at all but almost resembled a pirate ship, with jutting metal appearing like sails.
In the shuttle, I could see the smoky black and shining silver sharp tips and highlights throughout the vessel.
Were these aliens different from the beetle ship ones? I only caught glimpses of the ones who raided the ship, and come to think of it, even their armor was different. The ones who raided had armor as black as their beetle ship; the armor was sharp but also wider at the midsection. These guys wore almost knightly armor with sharp pauldrons and black capes.
Remembering these little details helped restore my sanity. I imagined one day escaping and having to tell the government about these details, so I soaked in everything like a sponge. I felt like I was working and not being captured, with my fate at the mercy of these things.
After getting loaded into a cart and pushed into a room, another came out in a full-body suit, but it was different from the Iron one. It looked like a hazmat suit. They threw me on the medical table and held me down. The pain radiated, and I could see the cuts and bruises in the light as I still struggled, trying to break free!
They opened my legs and pressed a cold metal device near my urethra. They squeezed my balls and inspected my asshole. I felt dirty, and I couldn’t stop my body from shaking. Then they strapped me down, injected me with needles, and hooked up a tube connecting to a bag of some sort of clear liquid with something blue. They shot into the tube and kept me there for hours.
I cried and prayed to a god I no longer believed in and swore that if I ever made it back to Earth, I would apologize to my family for just ditching the way I did. Did they even care?
After what seemed like forever, I felt a tingle in my ass, like I was getting turned on, and I glanced down and saw my cock was hard and leaking precum.
I wanted to cover up, but the one overseeing these experiments done to me stared at me, his eyes bugging out like those mad scientists in the movies. I pictured him yelling, "Eureka!"
But I soon smelled a fragrance that was like spiced wine, which caused a small moan to escape my lips. Just what the hell were they doing to me?!
I closed my eyes, thinking of anything that would make my cock go down. Old people, vomit, people shitting and eating it…I think it was working!
Before I could gloat at my so-called victory, the room filled with gas, and I was out like a light.
I came two as these aliens in hazmat suits wheeled me down a smooth hallway. They dropped me off in this fancy room with a large floor bed and left.
The handsome alien who seemed to oversee this ship had freed me, tried to speak to me, then did the most unexpectedly fucked up thing that's ever happened to me. He just licked my cock outta the blue, put me back inside the bubble, and left!