“Fuck me!”
“That’s what I’m doing You Slut!” Vengar remarked through gritted sharp teeth.
Caleb held on for dear life as his “interspecies V-Card” was violently taken. Cheeks jiggling from the thrusting hips of the Alien invading his Ass. Pulsing and pumping, his balls came to rest against the freckled ass, hands spreading and groping the pert globes, before letting go and having them smack back together. Moving the two mounds up and down, getting his new Bitch to scream in pleasure from claws pinching at the soft flesh.
He was thrown into a state of white hot Ecstasy, and Nothing existed. Not the office or the black IKEA couch he was being fucked upon. Not his fat paycheck that being more plentiful than most he still complained about. Not his little complaints he would make to feel like there was conflict in his life.
Not the colleagues he only hung out with to not feel lonely during lunchtime.
Only this Alien Monster cock utterly destroying his ass! Cock! So much…fucking cock! How was it soo big?! What the fuck where they feeding him to get him so big? Caleb thought. Or tried to, his brain was scrambling from the overload of the rapid thrusts and strong arms embracing him, face trapped in the large muscular pecs of the Alien pushing in his walls.
The smell was, it wasn’t pleasant.
No. Oh no it was!
And he hated to admit that he absolutely loved how Vengar smelled! How he carried the scent with him. How it clung to his face. How the smell would probably imprint on him forever never to be washed away. He couldn’t describe it as anything other than manly with a hint of pure, bestial rage and virility. A smell that promised protection and concentrated violence, spicy and overpowering, like the Alien’s personality.
SMACK!
“AH! The fuck Veng-Ah!”
“Your daddy ever spank you like this!” Vengar delivered another punishing smack that stung the man to his core.
He bit his lip, curling up and whimpering.
“I bet not. Would explain why your such a slutty bitch who wants to be mounted by Sexy Foreigner’s like me” he chuckled, delivering another SMACK that hurt so hard Caleb thought he broke something.
“Bet you’re dad was a little slut like you huh? I’d have bent him over and filled him full of me and make you eat the leftovers. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Caleb hated his father so much that the thought of this massive Alien Bastard, bending him over and turning him out? Making him scream the aliens name?
The mental image and humiliation sent him over the edge.
Or would have.
“Cumming! Fuck-ah!- wait..no!” Caleb screamed.
The bastard actually pulled out! The painful stretch of his barbs dragging on anal flesh dialed down Caleb’s finish, preventing his orgasm as pain gave way to pleasure.
Before he could bitch about anything, Vengar had him bent over the desk, cock parting his cheeks yet again. Caleb could only dig his painted fingernails into the desk, the monster not making him beg for it the only mercy afforded.
The desk rocked, the frilled, scaly chest chest against his back and the beast’s breath against his ears.
With a muffled roar he came, claws digging in, hard, as thick inhuman seed rushed into Caleb like a wide head water jet in body shuddering pumps.
The two twitched locked together, balls audibly sloshing and pumping mercilessly. The barbs flared and stabbed into Caleb’s well trained ass with a violent pulsating, each pump a teasing reminder of his humiliation.
He was so tight and taut and tense it hurt just to breath! Barely even moaning as though the alien dick was now a part of him, his lungs barely drawing breath. His tongue out like a thirsty animal, hole clenching hard on the length and the beast growling with satisfaction.
And oh fuck, if being filled wasn’t hot enough…
The Monster pulled his battering ram cock out as the loud splashing and splattering of copious cum hit the floor lewdly, forming a thick clumpy pool of stinking, steaming seed.
“F—fu–fuck yo-.you…” Caleb panted, cheeks blushed red, both of them, tears of embarrassment and sexual baggage running through his emerald eyes. Mind utterly at odds with pleasure and the degrading position.
The beast opened a cabinet and rummaged through it, the Defeated turned out manager shivering in anticipation.
The beast wrote down something leaning over Caleb, sweaty massive chest forcing the Manager face first into the desk.
He finished writing and placed the rolled up paper into a tube mail capsule. Caleb yelled as Hands grasped his leaking ass, parting his cheeks, shoving the capsule inside with a wet pop.
Vengar smacked the cute rear one more time before wiping the sticky excess off on Caleb’s rear,
Pulling his loincloth back on, and kissing the smaller man’s blushing cheek. Nibbling on his face just enough to leave a mark.
The door opened and shut, and Caleb was left alone in his stupor.
He reached back and, much to his shame, had little difficulty pushing out the mail capsule that had been forced inside.
He placed it on the desk, twisted the cap off and spread the rolled up paper, reading.
“IF U Steel WaNt mORE”
It was poorly written, with a number beneath the words.
Caleb never got to come. Not even given the mercy of a ruined orgasm! He was Still horny and angry and just frustrated at… everything.
He trembled and felt the leftover seed working him over and sloshing in his belly which was now fat with cum. It’s as though Vengar had fucked him so hard he was feeling the rush of an Ovum going haywire, a womb he didn’t have trying to absorb the Sperm, and the weird depraved thought that this Monster had knocked him up even though that wasn’t possible?
Were it not for the air against his goose flesh and the pain stinging everywhere he might have came!
He put his pants back on, ass tight and belly full and hole wet against his underwear, before sneaking out the door, office thankfully empty as he searched for the mop limping.
6PM…
Caleb groaned. Sore, tired and most importantly.
Satisfied.
Vengar had welcomed the little slut to his house before dressing him up in a thong and fetish wear with ring attachments. The Alien slipping on a massive condom before quickly fucking him on the couch.
And then the bed.
Or On the hood of his 60’s Chevy Nova in the garage, fucking him raw and rubber-less before making him spit and tongue shine away the mess they made.
Against the fridge, Caleb’s skin cold against the door of the metal appliance. Doors opening and slamming shut with every thrust.
Or was Spanking his ass as Caleb rode him reverse Cowgirl, filled condoms of various colors hanging off his ass from ring points on his gear. Leftover loads sloshing in the wrapped up rubber.
Fixing dinner and feeding Caleb steak, a meal he hadn’t ate in years. The office mandatory Vegan diet not allowing him such freedom.
To his narrow minded shock, Vengar actually let him bottom after Caleb made a joke about “taming the beast”. They role played, Caleb the strapping young explorer with a gun and ambiguous accent. Vengar as the lusty low intelligence savage who must be tamed.