They're Just Little Aliens, After All...
This is a weird story, though it might or might not be gross depending on your perspective.
It's got medical stuff in it, boars, and kinda weird creatures that 'do things' between your legs which you might not particularly like. Or you might think it's neat.
Anyway, don't read it if you're young, gross out easily, etc.
There was something undeniably wrong with the world. Hazy though his perception might have been right now, as he could barely make out anything from the groggy way he woke up. Maybe he just had a lot to drink last night and was waking up in a rather strange place as usual. It would explain why the ceiling looked pretty... sterile, and he was lying on a comfortable table though couldn't seem to move.
Long minutes passed, as Drew checked his arms and legs, trying to get them to respond. It was like one of those waking dreams where your mind starts to get going but your body is still shut down. Though worse, somehow, as he didn't feel particularly sick in the head.
"Uhnnn, what have you gotten into this time?"
Best thing his mind was able to come up with was that he overdosed on something and ended up in the hospital. That was a shocking thought, but Drew wasn't very imaginative and couldn't think of anything else.
After some long, lonely minutes of staring at the fluorescent lights, he heard the door swish with a closing thump and an active, younger voice speaking up. "Well, Mr. Dew, I guess we better get this taken care of. The first step won't be too bad, but we'll try to make it quick and relatively painless. We had a lot of trouble finding hosts."
In a rather gravely voice, the boar replied with, "Drew... It's Drew..." He wasn't thinking too well, yet, and most of the rest went over his head. But he did get a look at the head of a fairly plain fox looking down at him and a generous set of tawny cleavage hidden in a white outfit. That's when he made the connection that the voice was female.
Things were slowly percolating in the brute's mind, his scarred red fur matted and crusty with something in various places. When she reached out and cupped his balls, the main thing that struck his mind was that he must've bathed down there as the fur was oddly soft. Being homeless for the past few months left him little opportunity to find running water, and little enough ability to care about it, either. Then he thought about what she was doing down there, rolling those fat orbs around and intently scrutinizing them.
"What the hell?" he managed to croak out.
"Shhh, it's better if you don't talk much, but better for you if I don't have to sedate you again. You can tell me if it hurts way too much." the voice replied, not even bothering to look at him.
"Hurt?"
A quick prick sent a fast shot of pain into his balls, a sort of liquid seeming to rush into his flesh under the skin. Soon that was replaced with a strange numbing sensation. About all he managed was a grunt, but this was getting freaky and he was starting to sweat. Thirty seconds later and he couldn't even tell he had balls anymore.
He had majestic, fat balls. Already treated with a delapidation agent and mostly hairless. Anyone who looked could see the greyish orange skin and the heavy veins that wrapped around his sperm-makers. If you had to guess, they'd be something like navel oranges, but egg shaped. Big to match the rest of him.
She had strange looking objects laid out on the table, a number of metallic tubes with odd ends that looked like folded flowers but of some spongy material and sharp points after. The fox was actually humming to herself, now, engrossed in her work, the vixen taking up each point and screwing it into a spot marked on the underside of one of the balls. Jab, hard twist, then pop it into place. Too hard and she might tear things, but this lady was good at her work and it was a matter of moments before six of these strange tubes were jutting out at equadistant points. Three were inserted for each of the bull's orbs.
He groaned, the occasional stabbing feeling of nausea hitting him. Maybe something happened to him and this was some kind of surgery. Did someone kick him in the balls? Probably would, gutter trash he had for 'friends'.
It was short work to attach rubber caps to each of the little tubes, then let his sac flop back into place. "There," she said finally, apparently satisfied with herself and ignoring him again. "Now to see if they took..."
The part of her he could see left his field of view and she seemed to be rustling some kind of metal. Maybe something like metal wire, he thought. What -was- going on? This just felt weird...
She came back, at least the shadow he could see of the fox, and several strange wriggling things were deposited between his legs. They tickled oddly, kind of slick and strange feeling on his fur, like snakes with rubbery feet. This sent the hairs on his neck on end and he groaned out, "Fuck, what's this shit?"
This got her to look up, grunt to herself with a hmph, and turn to get what looked out of the corner of his eye to be another needle. "Just relax, Mr. Drew. You signed up last night for this. Something about wanting money. We have every intention to pay you, so don't worry about it, relax, and you'll get through this. But if you keep that up I'll put you under again. Don't want to risk any complications, now. The hard part's over."
In the state he was in the boar was feeling rather helpless, otherwise he would have slugged her - lady or not - and bolted out. But his body wouldn't respond and that was a frightening concept.
Sensation was starting to come back a little in his sac by now, and something was definitely tugging on his balls from various directions. What he couldn't see were the brightly colored lizard like creatures huddled up around his balls in a writhing mass. Some were attached to those little rubber rubs and tugging on them with tiny mouths. If he could have felt it more, it would be clear that they were pulling his sperm out through those strange tubes and feeding like it was some kind of ridiculous udder.
Soon a few detached from the mass, crawling around his fur upwards, seeming to be exploring for something with those strange little feet. The prodigous boar's sheath was slightly plump from the sensations, despite being partly numb, and he could feel each one as they found what they they were searching for, apparently, and wriggling right inside next to his heavy meat. This elicited strange moans, strangled part in fear. More soon made their way upwards, apparently sated by their meal, and the nest in his sheath grew in a fat, wriggling mass around the base of his cock.
"Excellent, Mr. Drew. You seem to have tested positive and I think we'll get some great results. I'll have an attendant along shortly to take care of you."
He grunted a few replies, his head fuzzy again and managing little more than to drool on himself.
Some tall wolf came by a little later and, though lightheaded, he was lifted into a wheelchair and carted down into a more comfortable room. Regardless, he was strapped back down, this time in a more comfortable sort of chair with a strange cutout in the front to make room apparently for his crotch.
All this time his sheath was pretty still, save for the occasional bizarre twitch or wriggle deep down. He could feel his limbs start to wake up, the sensation slowly flowing back down his body. That was a relief.
At least it was until that fat mass around his bulge started to writhe again, the strange things crawling down his body again to wrap around his balls. This time he could see the movement of bright colors slipping out one by one from his tube, causing his fat dick to slide out despite the fear. They were kind of like tadpoles in a way, with a very pointed tail and a body with little vestigal feet.
Briefly he was just dumbfounded, staring in confusion and wonder, but when he felt the tugging and some bizarre sensation like his balls being sucked out from the inside, well, he just went crazy and started yelling and screaming obscenities.
He learned the first few times that just got him a trip to dreamland through a very ugly looking needle.
A few weeks of this and he was numb emotionally to the idea. Every few hours these strange creatures would crawl from his sheath and seem to feed directly off the cum in his balls. They were growing fast, though, and the feeding sessions were starting to get painful. The buggers were sucking him dry.
It was the middle of the night when he was woken up by the sharp pain on his dick. Several of them crawled out shortly afterward, and some purplish ooze dribbled out into his fur. They seemed to shovel some dead ones out with their mouths, falling out to thump on the floor. He passed out, again, though, and by morning someone must have cleaned it up.
Another week went by and two more 'cullings' as they seemed to fight whenever his balls grew empty and sore. He figured there were only a couple left by now, the nearly foot long creatues very slowly writhing out of his sheath by now and dragging over his fur to feed. The glimpses he caught made him realize their feet had disappeared now, the tail fatter and much more shiny and slick.
They were his babies, in a way. The constant sedation had made him a little crazy and sometimes he was let out to walk around under supervision. The formerly masculine, belligerant boar would cradle his sheath, cooing in the corner to them as they slept wrapped around his dick.
The next week and another vicious fight ensued. His balls were getting rather sore and sometime during the day they fought again. The victor was a rather plump looking dark purple, with a black, sharp tailtip and a mouth like a bloated fish. It ate voraciously now, wrapping tighter than ever around his cock each time. He could feel that sharp tip scratching inside sometimes, but that was okay as it was his baby now and just going through its phases.
A few days later he was lying back, fondling his balls. They had grown sore again and the boar was trying to coax them to produce more 'milk'. The creature was writhing around in his sheath, apparently angry with the lack of food, and kept scratching deep around his base. Around midday there was a violent shudder, the creature squeezed his dick painfully tight, and then a lancing pain shot up somewhere in the middle of his crotch.
The boar buckled over, clutching himself and moaning. It felt like something was digging deep between his legs, his prostate being drilled into by the black barb of the creature living inside him. Eventually he passed out from the writhing pain and woke up once again in his chair.
The base of his cock was compromised, tail shoved in deep to his root. He listened to the doctors absently, making out things like how it was feeding off the blood flow to his bulge. Indeed he could feel less and less sensation and size to his length as it was being fed off of, the parasitic creature swelling ever larger than before.
Soon it was a simple trip back to the operating room again and the vixen came by to remove the emasculated remains of his cock, but he could feel the creature wrapped lovingly in the sheath where his cock was. It sent pleasurable tingles up his body, giving strange dry climaxes as it grew and took over the functions of his old member. It seemed to be a complex network inside, allowing fluids to flow in and out from both ends.
They finally released him to his home, though his friends had mostly forgotten who he was in their drinking binges. He didn't care, though, as the boar would come home at night. He'd stroke his new organ lovingly and let it slide out to drink up a treat from his balls. That was always the best, as it pulsed inside his prostate now, pleasuring him with constant orgasmic bliss whenever it was happy.
The medical center invited him back once a month to extract the young larvae, but that's another story...