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I. Hate. These. Shackles. I've discovered what birds in cages feel like, and now I swear I'll never have a bird as a pet. Which I wouldn't have anyways. Actually, this makes me wonder… ow will I be when I'm given to their Cerraintag or whatever.

Oh, door opens. I bet I know who it is. Mostly 'cause I've been told he'd be coming. There he goes, it's 11 looking like he's broken a plate. And he has a bag on his back. What is the meaning of this?

“11? Is that you?"

He suddenly puts his hand in front of his mouth. I'm going to assume that's a “shup up" gesture, while he slowly closes the door and moves towards me. He stands next to my side, and whispers into my ear.

“Be quiet, I'm not supposed to be here!"

Oh, for the love of-

“I know, 41 told me you'd come even though you were told not to."

“Wait, he's been here?"

“Can't you smell it?"

“… Fair point."

He gets out from my ear and cross his arms.

“Well, if he knows, I guess it doesn't really matter."

So much for subtlety.

“Now, I'm sure that at this point you can tell what's been going on, huh."

“What will they do to me?"

Oops, that was… instinctual. There's no way he'll tell me that much.

“I… have no idea,"

Or that. Difficult to withhold knowledge when you don't have it, huh.

“To be honest, this situation is kind of crazy. Even the Cerraintag will lose their tails when they see you."

“Wait, am I- I mean, are my species the first one you… bring?"

“Ehhh… no, we have brought other… species, with various applications, but… not someone… well…"

“Like you?"

“… Yeah. If we were larger and had a bunch of hair everywhere."

“Hey, I wouldn't have so much hair if I could shave, you know."

“Sha-ve. Sounds like a nice word. Shame I don't know what it means."

“Oh. I'll explain it some other day."

“Don't think so. Surely you can imagine the Cerraintag will have you in complete containment."

“So I have been told. I just hope they won't put me in a box. Or tie me up, or leave me naked."

“Oh, the last one isn't so bad, y'know. I love the view."

Of course he does. Jeez, he takes any chance to flirt, doesn't he?

“So, 11, since this is the last day we have together-“

“Oh, that was gonna be MY line!"

What a surprise. Oh, wait, it's not a surprise at all.

“So, I wanted to do something “special" for this one."

“Special?"

“Yeah, I'm not gonna get a chance to do this with a big guy like you…"

Hmm? How's the size important now? What is this guy trying to do?

“Oh, I see those eyes of yours full of worry. Just let me do everything. Well, not that you CAN move, anyways."

Was that supposed to be funny? I would laugh, but my wrists hurt too much.

“Ok, let's try to get ready…"

He moves to his bag, which is now on the ground open, and takes out… a bottle. I was expecting some kind of sexual torture device at this point. He shakes it a bit, and nods to himself, then moves towards me.

“Oh, yeah, I'm gonna have to work you up before I do anything."

He takes off his clothes quickly, and with bottle in his hand he jumps on top of me, completely leaving me out of air and make me wish for divine mercy.

“Gah! Please… don't… do that…"

“Oh. Oops."

I'd be angry about his lack of manners, but the wind that has been knocked out of me makes me unable to complain. Not that he would care anyways, since he seems more interested… in the same thing he has been interested form the point I was brought here. Which is my penis. I realize now the true definition of the word “man-meat"…

He works my dick into life with his left hand and tongue. At this point he's become quite experienced with my body, and it shows, since he's hitting all the right spots, moving slowly at the tip, and working faster on the base.

And the same time, his right hand opens the bottle and spews his contents… on his ass, literally pooling on my belly and it falls of his behind. It feels like grease. Also…

“Holy hell this thing is cold!"

“Oh, forget the idea of doing this without help. I'm not even going to consider going all dry on ya!"

Oh, wow, he's actually going to try THAT? Goodness, I don't know if I'll even fit in there… but suddenly I remember the words of 41 a while ago about 11 being a bottom. Maybe he's used to this kind of thing. While I think that, 11 stops sucking me off.

“Ah… that… was pretty good…"

“Oh, you haven't seen anything compared to what I will do next."

He immediately throws the rest of the bottle directly into my dick. It is cold as ice, I think I just went softer from the temperature alone.

“Yeah, let's get it wet. Time to test run this thing."

He immediately moves closer to my dick, and starts rubbing his back to it.

“Yeah… let's get this thing wet and slippery the fun way."

He rubs his ass into my dick, trying to hot dog it between his cheeks, helping his ass hole lose some resistance, and making my dick stand to oh-so-delectable full attention.

“Oh, please keep going…"

“Oh, is this affecting you… already? This… is nothing but the... appetizer!"

He says that, but I can see his dick completely erect in front of me. I'd return the favor, but my hands are painfully unviable, so I can only feel the sensations that this guy is extending all over my body and mind.

And he is making very sure that those sensations never stop coming, as he starts to actively try to get my cockhead inside of him. I can feel his anal ring pushing against me, and it is TIGHT. Even after all this preparation it's tight. 11 is raising his head and I can tell he's gritting his teeth.

He then starts to… growl. Like, guttural growls of effort. Taking into account he pressure that I can feel in my dick, he must be pushing really hard into it. Oh, no, he's gonna get hurt if he keeps trying to force it. I need to do something before I cause a murder by extreme penetration!

“Hey, 11!"

“Grrrr"

“11! Stop, you're going to hurt yourself!"

“Grr… Shut… Gah! Shut up! I can do… this. Grrr…."

“"11 don't be stupid and listen to me, you uncontrollable lizard!"

Apparently that worked. Because he stopped trying to push himself in.

“Ok, 11, if you want to do this, I think it'll be better if we take it slow…"

He growls again, but seems to relax even if marginally. I don't even know if this is possible to do, but if we're gonna get anywhere, and it's not like I can actually go anywhere, I need to get 11 to relax.

“Ok, now listen, I don't want you to get hurt ok? Don't go causing pain for yourself like that."

“Do… you want me to stop?"

“No, no, just… let's try to work together. I'm going to push in slowly… and when you feel any amount of pain, tell me and I'll stop. Ok?"

“…"

“You can trust me, 11."

The irony of me talking about trust when they have me immobilized in a bed does not escape me. Nor does 11's sigh of contentment.

“Very well, but start quick, or you may go soft on me."

What follows is a strange… ritual? Choreography' Not sure how to call it. I'd push myself against the lizards anal ring, hear growls, then stop for a moment exactly where I was, wait a moment, then begin pushing again, rinse and repeat, but each tme getting less resistance, until finally I am able to push into 11.

“Ah, it's in!"

“I… can feel it, now, we can really start this… party."

With the initial resistance over, gaining inches in became surprisingly easy. 11 was slowly getting used to it, and the growls are slowly being turned into sighs and moans.

“Ah… this was such a good idea… why didn't I try to do this sooner?"

As he made that comment, I felt his butt hit my belly. I had gotten all the way in, and I'm nothing sort of surprised that we were able to do this. Even while he's relaxed his passage feels like a death grip, my member grinding extensively against his walls.

“Ok.. I think we're ready… for me to start moving."

“You sure, 11?"

“"I'm not a soft boiled kroslliad, human! I can certainly take this, and more."

As he says this, his body starts moving along my dick, slowly raising up, and then moving back down. The feeling was pretty intense, his body constricting around me in a surprisingly intimate manner.

He is keeping the pace, but at the same time, I'm noticing him going faster gradually. He's getting used to it slowly, and now that he is not intent on causing himself damage, I can enjoy the sensations this little guy can provide.

“H-hell… yeah, this is exactly… how I thought it'd be! And you smell so strong now all of a sudden, it's making me go fucking insane!"

As he says this, he lifted one of his arms from my chest, and decided to start stroking himself, his member already pulsing and dripping.

“Why is this so good!? I'm just going to…!"

And before that phrase ended, 11's dick spews all over me. A nice load, taking into account how many days we've all been going at it.

“Ah… ah! I can't… I need more! I want more!"

And as if his release had activated some kind of switch, 11 started ramming himself into me.

“Gah! Hey, c-careful!"

“Grrr… shut up! I've gone easy… but I need this right… fucking… now!"

His speed is making me lose my breath and his previous rhythm has been substituted by chaotic instinctual breeding. He seems completely relentless, and he keeps stroking his own pole even if he has just come. Neither of us can't contain our moans at this point, driving me forcefully towards orgasm!

“Yeah… take this! Take it all! Fuck!"

Even with my extensively reduced mobility, I start pretty much squirming under the severe pressure my dick is into. I barely manage to speak to indicate my proximity to orgasm, when he suddenly screams.

“I'm cumming again! Ahh, fuck, I'm cumming!"

And then another load went off from his member, making his own ass clamp even further on me. I can't stop the torrent that literally erupts from me as I fill 11's ass with my own fluids. Calling this the most intense orgasm of my life would be quite an understatement for both parts, I'd wager.

11's body goes pretty much limp as he falls into my chest. I too, can do nothing but pant at the extenuating experience. We must have stayed like that for a good three minutes before 11 got my dick out of himself, and decided to speak.

“Are… you okay, Derek?"

“Y-Yeah. That… was something else."

“You tell me…"

“A once in a lifetime opportunity, right?"

“…"

11 suddenly looks up, and then to the right. And then sighs.

“B-by the way, 11, you went freaking ballistic back there, what happened?"

“You know, Derek, I don't honestly know. I just had the urge… no, an impulse, like some sort of trance."

Well, that is what happened with 41 the other day. Maybe there is something weird to these creatures after all.

“In any case… I should get going. I am sure the others will come soon to get you ready for the transfer, and I do not want to be here when that happens."

“What?"

“I… really don't want to see you getting electrified again. Already painful enough that I have to see you go forever."

Whoa. That was a surprising reaction.

“And is there no-"

“No, Derek, there isn't."

He cut me off with such confidence I had to shut up. He jumped out of me and got his clothes.

“You know what? You're a captive, and you've treated me better than a lot of people I know."

“I guess I'm just a swell guy."

“I guess."

The awkward silence endured for a good two minutes. Me looking at him, and him looking down. He eventually started moving towards the door. I thought I had to tell him something, but I couldn't find the words. He went out the door, covering his face, and left with the sound of the metal, and then, nothing.

I started crying. I cried until I couldn't anymore, I thought of home, of this situation, of these people, of the future, of the cups of coffee I drank every morning, about the things I used to look on the internet… and of space.

And after crying until I couldn't anymore, I just fell asleep.

And then the room went silent.