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“don’t even think about escaping. you’re stars away from your earth, now.”
what the fuck, was the first thought that crossed jooyeon’s hazy brain, what the hell is happening.
stars away from my earth?
jooyeon’s eyes are still blurry and his neck is a bit sore, maybe like a stretching session gone wrong. he still doesn’t know what is happening, where he currently is, all he knows is that he is naked and strapped to some kind of contraption while someone on his side is flipping some switches and pressing buttons that make weird beeping sounds. jooyeon is a big baby. his first reaction is to cry soundlessly not having control over his own body.
“your kind calls it earth, right? we named your home as “####”. we found your planet suddenly blipping in our radar and was kind of shocked when our scientists found out some living beings are populating that orb, living sustained by oxygen. it is an extremely poisonous gas for my people.”
that explains why there are tubes poking into his nostrils. the rustle of that person’s (?) clothes when they move makes jooyeon shudder. until he discovers he can’t even shudder freely with how tight the straps holding him down. jooyeon can only cry and whimper. they did something to him to sedate him, and now while he starts to gather consciousness his vocal chord still fails to do its job. and the person’s vocal chords are working well apparently with how much they murmur under their breath but jooyeon still can catch their mumbling.
“from a plastic card we found in your money pocket you are named lee jooyeon, an earthling my officers found hanging by their neck with a rope suspended from a tree branch. what kind of activity were you doing? interesting. tell me when you arise after our experiment is done. because people we harvested from your wilderness with the same manner as yours almost always suddenly screamed they want to live again. that they don’t actually want to die. not everyone, though, a lot of you humans weren't compatible with the modification.”
right, he was… he was trying to untether himself from this world. is this some kind of… afterlife, where they strap him on obgyn chair-like contraption for punishment for abandoning his life and not being grateful for being given a life at all? is this his special kind of hell for people like him? what kind of hell makes him naked and spread his legs wide like he is in some medical fetish porn? he hates those kinds of porn! he even paid for indie videos and audios, more to softcore things he rarely found anywhere.
maybe he wanted to be loved that way.
why was he trying to kill himself anyway? well… maybe he gets a bigger problem when his vision suddenly clears, his mind no longer hazy and he assesses his condition that he is not in a safe environment. not safe at all. what the hell did they mean by modification?!
“oh, greetings, you are awake. you shouldn’t be though, maybe the dose is not enough for you but anyway. you will be fine”
jooyeon tilts his face to the voice source. they don’t even look at him, just observing a giant screen behind him. maybe his health chart. the person is silent for a long time, jooyeon feels like he is on the verge of catching a cold with how cold the room is.
tall, skin tan and shiny wet like it's made from silicon-like substance but also a bit matte-looking too, eyes keep changing colors like two hologram marbles. his black hair is wavy at some parts, but straight at other parts. ears shaped like humans’ but completely flat stuck to the scalp. otherwise he is just… human, if someone decided to modify their bodies in an extreme way.
“don’t, don’t do this. please.”
jooyeon doesn’t even know what he is begging for his life for.
“you don’t even know what you’re pleading against doing,” the alien (aliens?? they actually exist???) rounded the table with beeping buttons before stopping right between jooyeon’s spread legs. “good. the stitches healed perfectly, the stimulants are working nicely, you’re still pliant, everything is according to plan. you’re lucky this spaceship has the newest medical bay upgrade. you’re a good match to me, lee jooyeon.”
they sound goddamn proud of themselves. and they are proven right when jooyeon peers down. there are tiny healed stitches on the lower part of his belly, right where his reproductive organs should be under his skin and meat. what the fuck again.
“get me back home,” he rasped with a super scratchy throat. jooyeon wonders how long he has been kidnapped and brought into this spaceship. and how can they make a conversation like this? jooyeon assumed it was the tiny cable surrounding their neck like a really thin necklace, it works as a real-time translator.
“no, we need you. and you’re a very expensive experiment object. i literally ordered the scientist and surgeons to modify your eggs to be compatible with my seed, no other than me has the privilege to do it. you’re going to give birth to “females” and “######”, we have enough “males”. i don’t know what sex is the equivalent of “######” in human languages. three other objects beside you have perished. i can’t lose you.”
“you bastard,” jooyeon sighs. he only sighs. what else can he do now? he was wanting to escape the world, he has nothing and no one holding him back from leaving, but now… “if i comply nicely with you and become your broodmare, what can i get out of this?”
they only blink at him. five slow blinks, jooyeon counts, their eyes are different shades every time he opens his eyes. is that a gesture of confusion in their alien body language?
“usually they fight before we can fulfill our goal,” they frown while their fingers never stop to unbuckle the velcro belt, opening the front of their skirt, “but you are strange. though this is great. we can shelter you in my house, you don’t need to care about food and safety anymore, your health will be prioritized above other objects. we can discuss this later.”
their cock, if jooyeon can call that appendage with that, is just like any other human cock, but the tip is slightly different. the slit is from up to down the dark swollen head, it looks like their kind is blue when blushing. in the midst of the start of his manic episode jooyeon cackles. it looks like some humans’ cock is being strangled and deprived of oxygen except this is normal for this alien.
the thing is, jooyeon doesn’t actually feel sore or in pain with how awkward he is made to sit. he starts to feel euphoric. is it his mental state being shaken? is it the thing they flushed into his system a moment before they come to jooyeon?
he actually feel really aroused now. his pussy is clenching around nothing, the ache is unbearable like he is missing a part of something big inside his cunt, he knows he is dripping.
and if jooyeon hasn’t noticed their peculiar fingers, now he has. his attention is diverted to how the aliens fingers are tentacle-like, eight for each hand like they are just branches of his wrists. and before he knows, one that jooyeon supposes is the thumb is touching his throbbing clit, and sucks it with one of its suckers (thankfully they are toothless unlike squids).
jooyeon trembles hard, and moans break out of his mouth. it’s more of the surprise element, but the suction does feel incredible. and oh, did he mention that he is strapped down in surrender and submission?
“you’re indeed a strange one,” with one thrust, they enter jooyeon’s cunt fully, their balls pressing into his perineum weirdly. he practically keens, he feels on cloud nine, and the thought that he’s gonna carry an alien’s offsprings ignite a thrill in his lower belly.
they look like they have a permanent resting bitch face. no signs of pleasure while moving inside jooyeon’s warm and dripping pussy, no lip bitings no lusted sighs whatsoever. everything they do is just practical while jooyeon feels the most ecstatic in his damn life.
he doesn’t know what is going on. but never in his goddamn life anyone fucks him like this. never in his goddamn life he wants to keep breathing just for this alien dude to fuck his babies into him.
jooyeon is just whatever at this point.
he white knuckled the handrests while he keep whimpering and moaning and tossing his head around. he doesn’t bother to spit his hair out of his mouth while he is sobbing the moment they find his sweet spot inside him. their free hand creeps up, also using his sucker to entice more arousal from jooyeon by sucking his brown peaked nipple.
jooyeon is an unstoppable whining mess while they are an immovable lustless being.
he is on the crest of bursting when suddenly he felt they pushed their hips a little bit closer to his. it feels kinda painful on his cervix, he jerks in pain, but that is not the worst. what’s worse is that apparently with something unknown to jooyeon they can grow something tiny and slither itself into jooyeon’s womb from the opening of his cervix, and now the pain is burning like nothing else.
as jooyeon screams, they only suck his clit and nipples harder. their face is as still as ever. “sssshhh, it’s going to be over soon. you’re okay. i’m just trying to reach your eggs closer, we can schedule your ovulation anytime we want like now.”
and jooyeon is really okay with how a sudden orgasm hits him harder than any orgasm he ever felt to the point it’s painful when they ejaculates inside his womb. he knows the alien is cumming when he feels how full he is inside, how fulfilled his heart and mind is, how he can hear drip dripping liquid on the floor.
they never told jooyeon what’s their name or anything he can call them with until they’re done and jooyeon falls asleep in the most content state of mind, but on the inside of his wrist is tattooed HHJ#04 in jooyeon's alphabet.
well, jooyeon’s life has a purpose now and he is glad.