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Randall used to have a real life, a natural life, a life where he had a say in what would happen to him and how his day went. He had once had a job, an apartment, things that made sense as he had had a pattern to his days and, though, he had never been rich, he had always felt rather contented. He would have been happy to spend the last of his days with the predictability of his job and his home, but that had been before they had been overrun in the midst of a war between Earth and an invasive alien species that had been slowly, and steadily, carving away at conquering the entire planet. The war that had been raging for nearly a decade where truces had been made and broken, lives lost under an alien invasion that viewed them as little more than slaves.

That was how his life had ended, with the midnight arrival of an army of invaders that had ruthlessly taken out their entire town, enslaving those that didn’t fight and killing those that dared stand against them. He had never been a fighter, never even so much as served in the ROTC when he’d been in high school. When they had come, he had given up, ashamed and frightened as he had been hauled away onto the sprawling ships that they called their home. That had been over a year ago, a year of being in the slave pens, working in the vast organic gardens that worked with the life support systems, until he had been pulled from that duty by one of the officers.

The Ratha’s were a strange race, covered in smooth hide that ranged in color from vibrant crimson to nearly black, with triangle shaped heads and muzzles that ended in a rounded beak like tip. Their bodies were only vaguely human like, though their legs were more like that of something that should have walked on four legs instead of two and their tails were long and could be used as an extra limb. They were nearly all genderless looking thanks to the fact they held their genitalia inside of slits with both sexes, they even had a third sex that was a mix of both. He only knew that because he had been removed from his work to serve as a body slave.

The man shifted at that memory, hissing a little bit when he felt his chest grinding up along the rough carpet as he tried to roll over. The first change had been the fact that they had removed his limbs in a surgery that he couldn’t recall. It had been largely painless thanks to their technology, but that didn’t remove the horror of having his limbs taken away and replaced with thick metallic plugs along the four inch long stumps of what remained. The sockets and series of locks on them designed to allow to be fitted with anything that might please his owner, though largely he was forced to remain without them.

His hair had all been lasered of from the very stop as his chest and back, everywhere that had once grown curled adult hair was as bare as if he were a child again. Even his balls were now smooth and were no longer able to grow hair, removing even that small amount of protection as he was as smooth as he could possibly be. The only hair they had left him came in the form of his close buzzed brown hair and his eye brows and lids. He could no longer grow anything close to a mustache or beard thanks to the procedure that had seemingly burned away that ability.

He had nothing left to do besides contemplate his fate as he rolled around slightly and tried to find a better position to where he had been left on the floor of the bedroom. It had been nearly a week since he had been allowed the use of the prosthetic legs that could be set into the sockets of his stumps. He had been told when he had first been sold to the family here that he would be allowed to have the use of his legs, and even arms, those times when he had behaved well for his young master, but it seemed to him that there was no such thing as behaving well.

There was a soft hiss and he froze from his attempts to squirm across the ground, his eyes rolling up to the sleek blue-black form of his master who was settled with a glowing pad in his desk as he worked. The young Ratha wasn’t old enough to have the broad head-fin of a full adult, instead, the male had just come into his maturity and was flush with hormones and needs. What Randall had picked up about the species, these needs used to be met with females that had devoted themselves to relieving the sexual urges of a budding male, especially one that had every sign that he would grow to be an alpha male such as Master Slakkan.

The length of the prehensile tail was spilled out quite near to Randall as he stopped moving and then rolled over onto his side to relieve the ache of feeling his cock being dragged along the ground. He felt his cheeks burning a hot angry red, frustrated that he wasn’t even able to sit up without the aid of pushing himself against a wall. He shifted the stumps of his arms and moved one beneath him that he was partially able to brace himself as Slakkan let out another noise and tapped across the screen with a ringing sound as whatever he was working on seemed to frustrate him.

“You are very loud.” The alien hissed out finally, swinging his head down with bright orange-red eyes, the slit pupils fixating the human so that Randall froze. “Do you need to return to your cage?”

“N-no, sir.” Randall stammered out, his human mouth clumsily forming the alien tongue, shrinking backwards slightly.

The cage was barely more than a kennel that he was thrown into at night when he wasn’t in use. Without his limbs, he was easily able to be compacted into the small area and wasn’t cramped by it. He averted his eyes as the blue black male swung his chair around, the length of the tail curling backwards as he could almost feel the eyes resting on him as he went still. He knew that if he tried to pull away or escape, he’d only be punished, worse, he would be that much closer to a life where he was never allowed to come close to wearing the faux-legs. He had at least been trapped in this situation long enough to recognize that that was a distinct possibility, some pets lived nearly all their lives in their cages.

Slakkan was the son of one of the higher placed generals, gifted with Randall when he had begun to feel the stirrings of lust. The first few years where a young male was in rut were too violent to allow for a female to slake them. They were rough and constantly aroused, frequently needing relief several times a day, so they had begun to use slaves for that purpose. Creatures that could be alive and warm, but it little mattered if they were nearly fucked raw since they could be replaced or adjusted as needed.

“I suppose it is time to take you out.” Slakkan commented in disgust and Randall flinched further back. “I do not want a mess in here.”

Randall didn’t answer as the alien stood up with a flick of that strangely long tail, balancing on the tips of his toes, the sleek hide glowing in the light as he reached out to pick up a soft mesh harness from the wall. It made the former man squirm, his cheeks going hot red while he rolled over onto his back with an awkward twist of his hips to launch him. The bright blue harness was a series of web work that was meant to turn him into something that could be lifted and moved around as if he were a piece of luggage. The sight of it made his stomach twist nervously and he licked his lips as the alien loomed above him.

“P-please master, I could.. I could use my legs and it would be easier for you.” He offered as the thing was shaken out to reveal the thick set handle that ran along the top.

“And run away?” Slakkan hissed out dismissively. “You were too expensive to risk you running away.”

“I would not run, sir.” He responded with a slightly pleading sound. “I would stay right near you.”

“You will have to prove yourself more loyal if you wish to have your legs attached.” The alien answered before the hands reached out to grab him.

The human shuddered under the touch, the hide was soft feeling against him, the bones oddly placed so that there was a sensual caress at the way that he was being touched. He felt his stomach twisting up nervously as he tried his best to brace himself under the feel of being stroked and moved around. The hands had blunt claws that tipped them, but it was the glide of the hide that caused him to feel goose bumps rising up. It was unlike the skin of any earthly creature, one that worked down the length of his back as the harness was drawn over him with the wide mesh bands stretching out this way and that.

He wanted to struggle, but he fought against the urge as he was shifted about firmly and the material was pushed right down along the line of his ass. Two straps ran between his legs, one to either side, to make sure that his weight was balanced out evenly. It wasn’t a harness like a dog would use to be walked outside, instead, it was a set up that allowed for a large handle that ran the length of his back so that he could be picked up and carried around like the inanimate object that he was treated like. It was demeaning in the extreme, especially since it was used to carry him into the broad park-like area that he could use to relieve himself.

Even as he was being hooked up, those soft hands caressed his body, rubbing him in a way that made him shudder and close his eyes, doing his best not to protest the way the fingers dipped right down along the line of his ass. The way that hide felt was always unnerving on his body, especially as the fingers curled forward to brush right against the line of his pucker to make him twitch and try to tighten up his ass cheeks in response to the assault. The heat was flushing further along his face, causing him to shudder even as the alien pushed him over onto his belly, his face nearly forced down against the smooth hard floor, buckles being used to jerk and tighten.

“Maybe if you are well behaved I will let you have your hands again for an evening.” Slakkan suggested before the touch glided away from the curve of his ass.

Randall didn’t answer, instead he just swallowed as the male gripped the thick handle of the harness and he was suddenly hauled upwards into the air. The mesh spread along his chest and lower belly, dispersing his weight easily while the creature padded out of the room with an easy grace, swaying him back and forth as he did so. He hated this time of day worse than anything, being forced to relieve himself in public in such a way, without even the grace of being able to move behind bushes unless Slakkan decided to take mercy on him in some way or another.

The way that the aliens relieved themselves of waste was entirely different than what humans did, requiring facilities that weren’t designed to handle how he would have needed to go to the bathroom. That meant that when he had to relieve himself he was taken outside, even when he had tried to say that he would be willing to try and use their devices, he had been ignored and forced to continue on as the rest of the slaves were. He flinched while he was taken outside into the artificial air and sunlight of the ship’s gardens, swaying back and forth with his eyes jerking down to make sure that he didn’t meet the eyes of any other slaves.

Here was where he had once worked, seeing those that were used as sex toys, feeling pity for them and even a good deal of superiority that he hadn’t been put in such a position. He had even seen a few of them being used and simply felt shame at people had been put so low, but now he was the one being exposed as Slakkan took him out through the thick blue spotted grasses and then dropped him down onto a small cart that was lined with thick rubber ridges that pressed up against his chest and lower belly. His entire hind end hung down over the edge with the stumps of his legs nearly touching the ground.

Randall swallowed a lump in his throat, the position made him feel as if he were unbalanced with the way he was dropped in the cart, but the real use for it was so that he could shit and piss without getting it all over himself. There were wheels on the cart, but he had no ability to actually move it to an area that was covered. He was out in the middle of the grasses, no where near the bushes, quite near the walking paths that were used by many of the denizens of this place. It was rarely quiet there, making him squeeze his eyes tightly shut in misery and glanced up to where the blue black alien had out a hand held device, tapping away on it.

The first few times he had been hauled out here he had held it, not wanting to humiliate himself, it was bad enough that he was naked in public, but that had only meant that he would be hauled in. He was only taken out a few times a day, otherwise he was forced to hold it or be punished. He lowered his head down against the ground, his cheeks were mottled red and he kept his eyes securely closed as he began to piss, spreading his leg stumps open wider as the stream hit the ground with a loud noise. He flinched a little bit, ignoring what he was doing, even as he felt as if people were staring at him, judging him as he helplessly relieved himself.

“Lucky, I wish my father had bought me a slave.” A voice hissed out and Randall jerked his had up to see a crimson-gold young male padding off of the path and towards Slakkan.

“They are cheap, it’s only expensive to modify them.” His master commented easily enough. “Perhaps you can get an unmodified one?”

“Too hard to care for, they run away too easily. You still haven’t given yours legs?” It was Cossi, one of the few other young male alpha’s that he had seen since he had been taken on in the household. “It’s been weeks.”

“He is… not to be trusted yet. Thricce’s slave has his arms back, but he’s better trained, more eager to please.” Slakkan commented disdainfully. “He needs to be taught better manners, but that will come in time.”

Even as they spoke, Randall turned his head away and did his best not to pay attention to either of them, not when he had to continue relieving himself and nothing so easy as pissing. He knew the other slave they were talking about, a female, though they didn’t seem to care much about the gender of what they took to use for their own pleasure. He couldn’t help but feel jealous when he saw the other human with arms of her own, things that he hadn’t been able to experience at all since he had been captured. The frustration and humiliation twisted through his belly as the chatting aliens continued on and he relieved his bowels like the beast they wanted him to be.

Not beast, toy, I’m not even a living thing to them. _ He thought with a painful twist in his stomach, closing his eyes as tears threatened to well up. _If I can just have legs or even arms, just something to be close to normal again.

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Randall’s stomach growled slightly, empty enough to cause him to feel pangs of pain running through him, keeping him from sleep as he twisted in the open doored crate uncomfortably. His metal capped stumps pushed against the cage doors while he lifted his head and blinked at the darkness of the room. The day had been long, beyond long, it had been filled with absolutely nothing to break up the monotony as his owner had been at school all day long. At first, it hadn’t been so bad, he had been left out to his own devices in the room where he could look out of the window and had some access to reading over some of the papers that had bene left out.

Slakkan’s father had found him out and then thrown him in the kennel, disrupting even that small amusement as he had been stuffed into the cage bars, even with the door open, he hadn’t tried to crawl out. He knew better than risking the wrath of the fully adult male, but that meant he had spent the entire day with nothing to distract him and nothing to do. Slakkan hadn’t come home from school when he had assumed he would, and the ship had gone dark nearly an hour ago and still there was not even a hint of his owner’s return. It left him both relieved that he wasn’t going to be used for the night and frustrated by the fact his body was starting to feel certain needs.

He shifted and twisted, rolling around clumsily as he turned himself around, his short stumps waggled about, unable to be even close to long enough to help move him. He twisted and rolled, his hunger mounting so that he began to think less about his overly full bladder and more about the fact he hadn’t eaten all day. Normally, Slakkan fed him when he returned from school, tidbitting him with bits of food, making him earn it with begging and tricks. Not that he was without food if his master wasn’t home, but the alternative always made him feel slightly nauseated.

He wiggled and twisted across the ground, dragging himself along with painful scrapes as carpeting caught against his nipples at times. The bottle set up was rigged near the door with the fat blue nipple jutting out from the wall that was, in turn, hooked up to a nutrient rich slurry that was meant to give him all the nutrition that he needed. He hated the stuff, it was overly sweet tasting and chalky, worse, he would have to suckle at the bottle like he was a calf being fattened up.

_Why can’t they just let me eat things I want? I could feed myself and that’d be less problematic than keeping the bottle going. _ He thought bitterly and thumped a little bit as he crawled his way onto the floor.

The only comfort was that no one was here to watch him as he twisted his way forward again, having to swing his hips back and forth in an awkward wriggle very much like a caterpillar or worm. He did his bet not to linger on that imagery as he grunted and panted, hating every last moment as he arched and then rolled to one side and then the other, his face turning flushed with the effort. It seemed to take him almost an eternity to get across the flooring to the wall where the bottle was held, thumping a little bit as his shoulders pushed right up against the hard smooth wall.

There was sweat beading along his face before he pushed his way upwards, having to brace his shoulders against it and hunch his hips rapidly to get himself to push higher and higher up. The slight strain made his back ache as he got up and was able to push his chest flat against the wall itself, his face nudging right near the soft thick nipple that jutted out from where the bottle was held in its slot for him. He felt as if the last vestiges of his pride was crumbling away as he twisted his head towards it and worked his lips, straining and working his lips several times to mouth over the nipple itself, biting down to hold it as he turned himself about.

The nipple was overly large, filling his maw entirely and making it hard to work as he began to suckle against it, gulping and pulling, coaxing a sudden stream of the chalky overly sweet mixture into his mouth. He did his best not to think about the fact that he was panting between suckling pulls, wet noises as he gulped down the mixture into his painfully empty belly. His tongue had to push out beneath the underside of the nipple and he bobbed his head slightly, pulling backwards just enough that another stream of the slurry flooded down his throat.

His chest ached slightly and his bare ass was uncomfortable from trying to keep himself positioned up as he suckled down the mixture as fast as he could. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as he could, but he could only coax the mixture out so fast. It was so thick that he had to suck hard against it, pulling at times and working with his teeth to get a mouthful before it was gulped down again. He tried to move hands that he didn’t have to take his weight from the wall, but it only drove home that he was still little more than a torso.

He turned his head back and forth, the next movement pulling another gulping drag of the slurry down with enough force that he it over filled his mouth and some of it dribbled down along his chin. He jerked his head back with a disgusted sound and tried to use his tongue to clean himself up, lapping and twisting his tongue downwards, but he wasn’t able to get much more off of himself than what was immediately beneath his lips. He felt disgusted in himself for not being able to even get the slurry into himself neatly, but at least the worst of the ache in his belly was fading away, leaving his only real discomfort the fact that his bladder was overly full.

He had to clumsily drop back down onto the ground, not able to catch himself on anything except his shoulder. He rolled over onto his back, catching his breath and wincing as he thought about how long it would take to crawl back to his cage. His belly and chest were slightly red from the drag across the carpet, aching faintly and he felt the pressure and faint burn of his overly full bladder. He didn’t want to roll over to put pressure on his bladder, if he did, he feared that he’d only end up pissing himself and making a mess that he would be punished for.

Even as he began to wonder about getting back to his crate, he heard the sound of footsteps in the hall beyond the room. He blinked and tried to roll over before the door hissed and opened up into the wall smoothly, letting in a blinding light that left him blinking his eye rapidly, shrinking away from it awkwardly with a bit of a roll that turns his hips a little bit. He rolled, flopping end over end as the towering dark form stepped out from the light, bringing with him the faintly harsh sweet scent that he had begun to know…and dread.

Slakkan swayed a little as he stepped into the room, the door sweeping shut behind him so that the room was plunged back into the darkness. Randall tried to shrink away as the orange-red eyes flashed down at him and he sucked down a breath. He did his best to get away, but his body only flailed as there was a low growl and the faint ridge that ran along the alien’s head partially lifted, not nearly as showy as it would be once he was a full adult. The thin webbing was flaring a glowing blue, the veins flush with the bio luminescent hormones that came with his arousal, showing in spotting down the line of his sides.

“Master… I… I have to go out side.” Randall blurted out wildly, his eyes bulging a little bit as the hand reached out to catch his shoulder. “It has been… since this-“

“Silence.” Slakkan snapped out the word, hissing it with an anger that made the former man flinch backwards. “Waiting for me, toy?”

“I need to go out..” He tried, jerking a little bit as the fingers dug down against his shoulder, the strange soft feel of the hide hauled him upwards.

The glow was deepening, centering right along the line of the genital vent that was pulsing slightly, the liquid starting to bead up as it was just starting to split. There was no mistaking when an alien felt the urge to satisfy himself, they were absolutely shameless about their lusts, viewing it as just another part of being alive. It made fear and disgust rise up in the back of his throat as he was heaved up easily by the large alien, the powerful muscles rippled beneath the sleek soft hide as he was moved across the room, twisting his torso around wildly as he did so.

“What you need doesn’t matter.” The alien snapped out, throwing him down onto the bed chest down.

“Please, sir!” He squealed out wildly and there was a sudden press that made him choke out before his head swung backwards.

The glowing ridge on the head cast light down his side, the dappled pattern of markings were more brilliant as the cock tip began to split open wider and wider. It was slipping outwards, the thick fat tip black as night, oozing out a glowing trail of precum that was spreading out the sweet musky scent of arousal on the air. The fleshy barbs stood out around the crown and he shrank away, immediately attempting to get away from the sight, but he didn’t have the limbs to actually struggle as the young male pressed down above him, the slightly cool feeling of the hide stroked against him as the jutting cock pressed right against the line of his ass.

The alien’s cock was strange and beastial, not only boasting the ridge of fleshy barbs, but a series of ridges near the base that were all lined with similar barbs. He had picked up that they were designed to stimulate a female into ovulating for them, with a female’s passage lined and ridged as well so that they could lock together. Only the alpha males possessed the sharp spines near the base, the lesser males tended to only have nubs that could cause pleasure, but little else when it came to the act of breeding. He could feel them faintly against them as there was another squirt outwards, running downwards before the hands reached down to grip his hips roughly.

The precum was trailing out in slimy spills that marked him, making him want to gag slightly as he felt it trailing all the way down towards the balls. The beast hauled him up higher, handling him like he really was little more than a toy rather than a living creature with a mind and thoughts of his own. He writhed about and felt his overly feel bladder aching while the length of the barbed cock tip dropped down and prodding roughly right against his vulnerable pucker.

“Such a hot little toy…” Slakkan hissed out in a slightly dreamy sounding voice. The reason that the young male’s prized their human toys, their higher body heat was something exotic for them. “Stop.. whimpering!”

“Please.. I need.. I need to pee, master.” Randall said, even as his eyes bulged when the cock tip began to roughly push forward into his pucker. “Don’t.. want to make.. a mess.”

“Make a mess. And you’ll never have legs.” The alien growled out before there was a heavy moan and a wet popping noise as the cock tip sank into his aching passage.

His entire body tensed up in shock, the powerful muscles rippled down tightly, squeezing with enough force that his body reacted with a shudder. He closed his eyes tightly and the alien let out a moaning call while the thrusts began to push deeper and deeper into his passage, stretching him, and forcing him to squeeze and strain. The next spasm molded downwards as the alien forced more into him without a single care for taking time to ease and stretch him open. The next lunge was sharp and immediate, pushing his ass up higher in the air while there was a lewd wet popping noise.

The wet squelching sound rang in his ears as he felt a flush of thick gooey precum that was spilling into the depths of his passage and helped ease the way forward. The rippling muscles contracted down, suckling and pulling with enough force that he was left shuddering in place, his cheeks flushing a deep humiliated red. He could feel his bladder aching, the pressure growing, but he struggled to control himself as the cock jabbed deeper into his bowels and the base ridges began to squeeze their way into him, squelching out some of the precum.

He wasn’t going to piss himself, he wouldn’t, god above, he didn’t want to never again have legs. He clung to the hope that he behaved well that perhaps he would be given legs and be allowed to walk outside to relieve himself. Even as he clung to that hope the alien’s rolling hips gave a violent buck and he let out a high pitched squeal as the last few ridges sank home inside of him. He was stuffed full, strained to the point that he felt half sick and he wasn’t able to do a damn thing about it as he writhed in place and briefly choked out a whimpering sound. He couldn’t help himself, he was tensing up, clamping down to snugly hold onto the invading prick before Slakkan hissed out low in his throat and pulled back.

The barbs along the tip that spread open were almost pleasurable, but the ones along the base ridges hooked right into his tender flesh and tried to stimulate parts of himself that he just didn’t have. Randall let out a ragged call and pushed his face right down into the mattress as he felt the spasms hitting him harder as the ridges pulled free with a sharp sting that made him twitch his hips in place. It hurt and stung, raking right up along the line of his prostate so that his body was a confusing mix of pleasure and pain both, his ears even flushing a hot deep red.

He was only given a moment of relief as half the cock withdrew from him and then the next thrust drove home with a wild push that jerked his ass upwards in the air. The tip squirted out another hot stream of precum that spread through him, making sure that he was growing slippery and hot. His eyes squeezed shut and he tried to brace himself as he pushed his face harder against the mattress. The cock base sank into him with an obscene wet noise that rang in his ears and the soft smooth hide pressed flush right against his ass, the twitching girth jerked up and dropped down again, leaking out heavily before the alien began to drawing back again.

The barbs scraped over his reddening flesh, making his body react with a sudden sharp movement as his cock grew a bit fatter. He didn’t want to feel it growing swollen, he didn’t want to react, but the length was sawing through his cock with a slow series of movements that jabbed in deeper. The slap of the hips hit hard against him, cupping against his ass as every last inch was held inside of his aching passage. It didn’t take long before there was a draw back again, slipping through the passage with a wet trail of the glowing strands of blue precum as the weight of the alien nearly crushed him against the bed.

His world narrowed down to the obscene noises of the cock pumping through him, the twitches and jerks that had him panting out raggedly and he parted his mouth against the covers of the bed. He choked out a moan, the sound breaking free briefly and then the barbs were yanking out of him again. Slakkan’s hissing sounds spilling in his ears as the hips began to move faster, the movements picking up rapid speed as the base jabbed deeper into the depths of his belly. The ache was blossoming while the barbs ran against the line of his prostate again, making him jerk a little as his cock tried to harden up even further in reaction.

Randall did his best to ignore the ache and pain of his bladder, the pressure of it becoming a backdrop when compared to the violent lunges of the hips against him. The panting breath was ragged in his ears, rushing along the nape of his neck, tickling against him so that he was squirming about again. The lack of limbs made the movements useless as his inner walls started to clutch down tightly, the small contractions rippled down along the length of the spire as it began to thick up. The barb were raising up higher, jutting out and scraping with a rake that gathered up the spilled precum and dragged it back out again.

He could feel the strands of it cooling along the line of his cock and behind his balls as his shaft began to harden up stiffly beneath him. The constant pressure was rising up by the moment as he let out a soft whine that was echoed with a snarl. The tip of the cock was growing larger, he felt it like a fist in his gut as the smooth hide glided down the length of his back and suddenly he felt the rubbery ring of his pucker opening up wide. It was stretched to the point that he felt as if he was about to be torn in two as the barbs caught roughly against his tender passage.

Tears sprang to his eye even as his body reacted to the pressure along his prostate, his cock leaking out a trickle of precum against the cover beneath him, but that was nothing compared to the sudden lunge forward. The girth began to twitch and pulse, the movements leaping upwards before the Ratha let out a whistling cry of pleasure before the first hot stream of cum began to flush out into his passage. His hips tried to shrink away, but there was no getting away as rope after heavy rope poured deeper into his lower belly. The pressured streams caused him to tremble slightly with his lips parted open wide and he turned his head against the covers.

The heavy cock pulled back a bit, an ooze of escaping glowing cum trailed down from his ass as he felt another hot twitch inside of him. The barbs raked again, but the cum began to grow heavier and thicker, turning into a heavy gel that was clinging inside of him. He winced, the gel was supposed to seal a female closed, and the sensation made him half sick as it began to build up inside of him while the alien panted along his back, the heavy breath ran along the back of his neck. He twitched his ears backwards just a touch and then swallowed a ragged noise as his master finally began to relax above him.

The thick gel was drooling out faster, it was heavier than anything he had ever experienced, starting to build up to the point that he could feel his stomach bloating with it. He tried to squirm forward, twisting and contorting himself as best as he could, but that only seemed to make Slakkan enjoy himself further. He knew that moving only made his cock tense and clamp down harder, but he couldn’t remain still as the drooling gel was coating him in an attempt to seal the narrow ring that should have been inside of a female body to her egg chamber.

He swallowed the urge to let out a soft noise of humiliation, his eyes teared up slightly at the way it felt. He knew that females were larger than he was, they had always been the larger species which meant the breeding males preferred humans thanks to just how much smaller and tighter they were. It also meant that the amount of gel that was being pumped inside of him was designed to block up a larger form than him. It was also supposed to catch and ball up against a narrow barrier rather than his bowels.

The result came in a slight shift and adjustment, the heat was puddling further inside of him as the cock began to soften in his depths. There was a slight twitch and jerk backwards, the movement causing Randall to choke out a sound while the broad hands moved down to grip against the line of his back. He was pinned in place as the cock dragged itself free, his gut bloated with cum as it slurped out with a messy sound. As the cock yanked free with a wet popping noise, he felt his cut cramping up in reaction.

He should have had a wave of cum pouring out of him, but instead, the suction and the pull of the cock slurped some of the thick creamy gel out of him, drooling out of his gaping ass between his legs. His cheeks colored brightly, but he couldn’t even close his legs to stop the mess, the stumps didn’t have enough give. He was left drooling down off the edge of the bed as his ‘master’ panted out a sound and gave his ass a pat. Not in the way a person might pat a person for behaving, but more in the way a dog might be patted.

“Master…” He managed to get the word out with a little bit a whine, his head lowering miserably. “Please, sir, please… I have to go..”

“Do you?” Slakkan hissed out the words lazily, his voice thick with his after pleasure, the glow fading slightly as he stretched himself out with his cock messily draped against the line of his vent.

“P-Please.. I will be quick, you won’t need to have me out long, just a minute..” Randall felt the pressure and burn of his bladder growing as the alien gave him an irritated look.

He knew that pressing things was a dangerous game, but it hurt so badly and the pressure was only growing worse by the moment. His gut was churning and full, the last thing he wanted was to be outside where people could see him having been freshly fucked. It didn’t matter, he let out a noise as the alien got up, giving a glare at him that caused him to shrink away a little bit. He didn’t like the look, but he could deal with the dangerous game if he had too.

Instead of going for the harness or the cart, Slakkan tapped his fingers at the side panel that slipped open. He couldn’t see what was in there, not when he wasn’t able to lift his head more than a few inches, but the creature was drawing out something small and metallic. It was glossy and new looking, barely the size of his finger nails, making him blink a few times before the creature walked back to him and used a knee to roll Randall over. He let out a short grunt and didn’t struggle as he was left face up and the eerily soft fingers moved down to catch along his half flaccid prick.

“Master?” Randall let out a squeaking noise as his dick was moved about, the hands reaching up towards his cock tip.

The metal device turned out to be a clamp, an extremely small one with a tightly wrapped coil that kept the clamp snapped shut. It reminded him loosely of a set of nipple clamps he had seen once, but there was no rubber padding to make it soften against his skin, it was only smooth rounded metal. He let out a protesting noise, trying to pull himself away before the lips of his urethra were pulled upwards and squeezed together by the fingers before the clamp was drawn down.

“I have no intention of cleaning up piss in the morning.” Slakkan said in a slightly slurred voice and the cold metal suddenly pinched down against his urethral opening.

Randall let out a short noise, his eyes snapping open wide at the cold grip and brutal squeeze that caused him to hunch forward slightly. It hurt, sealing his urethral opening closed as surely as the gel plug had sealed his ass. He twisted in place at the bruising pain of the metal that clenched down tightly, digging into his skin in an entirely new torment. The alien didn’t linger overly long on his cock, hardly seeming to care as he was released with the metal clamp flopping against his belly.

“You can deal in the morning.” The male grunted out, ignoring Randall’s pained noises from low in his throat.

The alien reached out and grasped him, the casual hold dragging him off the bed and hauled him across the room. He was being handled without a care, as if he hadn’t been just fucked. A person would have at least felt some warmth for him, something beyond a hole the dump his cum into. As he was moved his bladder’s pressure grew worse and he shuddered, wanting to piss, but the clamp held him shut as he was thrown into his cage. He was dropped onto his stomach, pushing not only at the belly full of cum, but also his bladder for an added torment.

He squeezed his eyes shut, ignoring the hot gooey mess along his ass cheeks and instead tried to find something to distract him from the fact that the urge to piss had reached the point of pain. He tried to bear down, but there was nothing that could escape the tip of his cock. He closed his eyes tightly shut and felt hot tears starting to roll down along his cheeks as his master settled into his bed with a groan. There was no stirring him now, there wouldn’t be any relief until he woke up in the morning. What was worse, by that time his gel plug would have begun to loosen up so he’d start his day shitting out a belly full of cum and gel.

This was not the future he had imagined. This wasn’t the future he wanted. But it was the only future he had.