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Subject: {ASSM} ST: The Surrogate Species, 3/3 (sci fi, M/M, NC, tg, med, body mod, castration, male preg)
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Standard disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. It is
for entertainment purposes only and intended
exclusively for adults. If you are not legally of age
according to the laws of your land, please go away.
	
Special disclaimer: Some people may find this story--
well, kind of yucky. Please beware that it contains
extreme body modification, acts of non-consensual sex
between men, and male pregnancy, all set in a galaxy
far, far away. If this is not your cup of tea, go back
now. You've been warned!

Warnings: sci fi, M/M, NC, tg, medical, extreme body
modification, castration, male pregnancy

***

The Surrogate Species
by Mother Kali

(Part 3/3)

"You will be transported to the nursing suite now,"
the technician said. "The offspring will join you
shortly. You will be able to rest while the offspring
nurses."

It helped the surrogate onto the gurney.

"It's a boy," the mother said, sleepily. "I had a
little girl before. I'm glad it's a boy this time."

"An equal distribution of males and females is
advantageous to a species that reproduces by sexual
means," the Marak said.

Garon supposed this was its notion of congratulating
the mother. It pushed the gurney out of the room and
took the surrogate to the nursing suite.

The Marak researcher turned to Garon.

"So you see, Kael. Birthing does become easier for the
surrogates. Most are even eager to become pregnant
again, to make up for the loss they feel when a child
is weaned. Of course, they still dislike being
sexually penetrated, but their personal preferences
are of no concern. Artificial insemination is not
successful for your species. So to become pregnant,
the surrogates must engage in intercourse."

"Perhaps they could learn to like it if it were more
personal and less brutal," Garon said dryly.

This seemed to rankle the Marak. "Our methods are
efficient, Kael. The contract stipulates simply that
we are to deliver healthy offspring. *How* we do that
is completely up to our discretion."

The Marak's comm device buzzed. It pressed a button
and talked into it.

"Both infants have already cleared the natal unit," it
told Garon. "Our physicians found them both to be in
perfect health. We can observe them in the nursing
suite. Come this way."

They took a lift down three levels. The Marak punched
in yet another access code, and they entered the
nursing suite. Inside, individual rooms opened off a
long hall. Each room had a large window through which
the nursing mothers and their babies could be
observed. A Marak technician rolled along the
corridor. It stopped at each room long enough to
record a few notes on a data pad. 

The nurseries were fairly comfortable compared to the
other Marak facilities. The floors were carpeted to
protect toddlers from injury, and the walls were
painted with cheerful, colorful patterns to help
stimulate the neurological development of newborns.
There was a small bathroom where the mother could
bathe the infant, as well as take care of his own
needs. Dominating the space was the traditional
nursing couch that all mothers on Krill used. It was
the perfect design to allow the mother to rest
comfortably while the baby suckled. Krill newborns
required around-the-clock feeding, so mothers and
children slept together until the baby had been
weaned.

"The infants are weighed daily to ensure they are
receiving sufficient nourishment," the Marak said.
"The surrogates are also monitored, to be certain they
ingest the correct balance of food supplements and
liquids. If a surrogate is not producing enough
nourishment, we can usually resolve the problem by
adjusting the diet."

Garon nodded distractedly. He was too busy walking
along the hall watching the mothers with their
children. Each scene filled him with tenderness. There
were infants of all different ages. Their mothers held
them just the way mothers on Krill did, cradled along
the thigh, the baby's head resting on the mother's
belly. In one room, the baby could not have been more
than a few days old. He suckled hungrily, but his
vision and coordination were just beginning to
develop. The nursing organ would slip from his mouth,
and the mother would have to gently guide him back to
it.

"That's it," the mother said as the baby started to
suckle again, tenderly stroking the child's back as he
nursed.

In another room, the mother and child had fallen
asleep together. The mother's arm was curled
protectively around the infant. The child's hand still
clung to the nursing organ. Another mother was up
walking around, carrying a fussy baby, rocking the
child in his arms, humming to her softly to help
soothe her. One child was already crawling. The mother
squatted on the floor and held out his hands. The baby
scuttled over to him. He giggled when his mother
picked him up and kissed him.

"Look at you!" the mother said proudly. "Aren't you a
clever baby!"

At the far end of the hall was the new mother whose
delivery Garon had just witnessed. The technician was
trying to get him settled with the baby on the nursing
couch.

"The offspring rests like this," the Marak explained
as it positioned the child on its mother's body. "And
you must help introduce the nursing organ into the
offspring's mouth. Like this."

The Marak guided the infant to the mother's teat. 

The mother watched in panic as the child started to
nurse. He shook his head frantically. "I don't think
that's right. I shouldn't-- It can't-- Not from my
*cock*."

"Your anatomy has been appropriately altered. This
structure no longer serves as a sexual organ, but as a
means for the offspring to derive nourishment from
your body."

"But it *hurts*. My *cock* is sore."

"Your nursing organ is sore because it is swollen with
nourishment for the offspring. Allowing the offspring
to nurse will decrease the discomfort. It may even
begin to feel pleasurable."

The child suckled hungrily, one hand curled around the
mother's nursing organ. She stared up at her mother
with large, serious eyes. 

"I feel like a pervert," the mother said. "Where I
come from this is a really, *really* bad thing to do
to a baby."

"You must learn to adjust your perceptions to fit your
altered situation. The offspring must nurse. It is not
being harmed. If you do not allow the offspring to
nurse, it will die. You don't want your baby to die,
do you?" the Marak asked.

The mother watched his daughter nurse, as if
mesmerized by the sight of her drawing sustenance from
his body. He stroked her head, a little tentatively, a
little shyly, but with great tenderness.

"No," he said. "I don't want anything to happen to
her."

"Then you must take care of her. Make sure you hold
her where she can reach your nursing organ. We will
monitor your progress in case you need help. And
provide additional instructions when necessary."

The man nodded. He curled his arm around his daughter
and held onto her more protectively.

Garon imagined for a moment that it was the
golden-haired man, cradling their child, nursing their
baby. An intense jolt of longing hit him hard. He had
not felt anything remotely like it since that day long
ago when he'd first seen Jaina. He just wanted to
finish up these unpleasant dealings with the Marak as
quickly as possible, so he could get started on a new
life, with his new mate, the life he had been promised
by his heritage and denied by the capriciousness of
fate.

"That concludes our review, Kael. I trust you are
satisfied with our operation?"

"Yes," Garon said, grudgingly. "It does appear--
effective."

"Then let us complete our transaction. We have drawn
up the appropriate legal document for the transfer of
the agreed upon planets. All we need is your signature
code to conclude our business."

The Marak offered him a data pad. Garon accepted it
with a sour expression. He quickly reviewed the terms
to make certain nothing had been altered or added, but
the Marak were known as honest, if shrewd, dealmakers
for a reason. Everything was in perfect order.

Garon entered his signature code. "Remember that if
you fail to deliver offspring as promised--"

"Yes, of course, Kael," the Marak said. "If we default
on our obligations, we forfeit our compensation. We
understand the terms of the contract. We will not fail
to honor them. And that includes our offer of
surrogate #04631 for your own personal use. If you
still wish it."

"I do," Garon said. "I wish it."

He would have liked to sound neutral, even
indifferent. But he could not keep the longing out of
his voice. His need was too great. He could not hide
it from the Marak, as much as it shamed him to show
any vulnerability before a creature such as this.

"Then we will bring the surrogate to your quarters
upon your return there," the Marak said. "Is there
anything further, Kael?"

"No," Garon said. He gave a formal bow, as Krill
custom demanded. "The people of the Krill Empire offer
thanks for your service on our behalf."

The Marak inclined its head. "It has been most
enlightening, I assure you. I will have one of our
security personnel escort you back to your quarters.
Your transport will be cleared for departure at 0900
tomorrow."

Another Marak materialized and led Garon through
several long corridors, onto a lift, and finally to
his sleeping chamber.

"Is there any thing further you require?" the Marak
asked him outside the door.

"No. Well--" he stammered. "There is a surrogate--"

"Yes, Kael. The surrogate is en route to your
quarters. Is there anything else?"

"No. Thank you."

The Marak nodded in acknowledgement and departed.
Garon went inside to wait, rather nervously. He paced
from one end of the small room to the other until the
door chimed.

"Come," he said, his heart pounding.

The door opened. A Marak guard dragged the
golden-haired man inside. Garon had to admire the
surrogate's fighting spirit. The man grabbed onto the
doorframe and when the Marak tried to pull his hands
free, he bit it. Garon was less amused when the guard
jabbed the lightning rifle into the man's neck and
fired.

"Aaaagh!" the man screeched and slumped to the floor.

The guard raised the rifle to administer another jolt,
but Garon grabbed its arm.

"Enough," he said. "Leave us."

"Kael, this surrogate is rebellious. He should be
returned to the holding area to have his behavior
modified."

"That will not be necessary." Garon escorted the Marak
to the door. "Thank you."

The Marak did finally leave, but only hesitantly.
Apparently, it took its duties as disciplinarian quite
seriously. Or perhaps, it was concerned for Garon's
safety. Clearly, it would not be good for business if
one of their most important clients was murdered by
their merchandise. 

When the door closed behind the Marak, Garon turned
back to his mate. He approached him slowly, trying not
to alarm him, and offered his hand. The man studied
him suspiciously before finally reaching out and
allowing Garon to help him to his feet. 

The golden-haired man held his arms awkwardly in front
of him. Clearly, he was embarrassed by his nakedness.
Garon found it ludicrous that the Marak could have
imagined the surrogate posed any danger to him. Now
that they were alone, the man's rebelliousness
completely drained away. Garon could feel the anxious
quickness of his breath, the trembling of his body. He
had been fighting back out of fear, not malice. 

"You are cold," Garon said gently. "I am sorry. These
Marak think only of efficiency, never of comfort. If
we were on Krill, I would offer you garments to wear,
as your customs dictate. But I am afraid we will find
no such amenities here on this space station."

The man kept his eyes lowered and did not respond.

"I am Garon, Kael of the Krill Empire, leader of my
people," Garon said. "What is your name?"

"Ian," the man mumbled.

Garon smiled. "Ian. That sounds like a word in my own
language. It means generosity of spirit."

"I don't want this," Ian said, softly, desperately.
"Please."

"I know this is not what you would have freely
chosen," Garon told him. "You were not raised to be
submissive. Anyone can see that." Garon could not keep
himself from touching. He ran his fingers lightly down
the man's arm, feeling the muscles. "Nature has not
designed you for it."

"So let me go. Please. Let us all go. We'll never come
near your space again."

"I wish I could. But it's too late for that. You're
already here, and I can't allow this opportunity to
slip away, not when my people need you so much. We're
dying, and only you can save us. Survival sometimes
forces us to do things we wouldn't otherwise
consider."

The man made a soft, strangled sound of distress.

"But I am here to offer you a choice, about how you
serve us," Garon told him.

The surrogate looked up, surprised. And Garon was
amazed once again at the bright, clear blue of his
eyes.

"What kind of choice?" Ian asked.

"You may either stay here under Marak control or
return to Krill as my mate."

Ian shook his head. "No. Please. You don't understand.
I'm not-- I don't-- There has to be something else."

"There is not," Garon told him firmly.

Ian's expression twisted into a sneer. "Is that why
you had me mutilated? You like to fuck other men, but
not if they still have their balls?"

His voice was belligerent, but his eyes betrayed his
misery. Garon felt for him, and he was ashamed of what
his people had become. Perhaps, there was some way, in
time, he could make it up to Ian. Perhaps, his own
doctors would find a way to restore his manhood when
he had finished bearing children.

"I would never rob a man of his most precious treasure
for something so trivial. We need you to carry our
young. The Marak assure me that this physical
alteration was necessary to make pregnancy viable."

Ian stared at him. "Pregnancy?" he said, in horror.

"Yes. I want you to bear my children."

"But I can't! Do you get it? I'm a man. Like you. I
don't-- I'm not capable--"

"You are. And you will. If not for me, then for some
nameless soldier who just happens to be next in line."

Ian shook his head, his eyes filled with tears. "No.
Please. God."

"But I want you to have better than that. I want to
take you back to Krill where you will revered as the
mother of our people. You will be an honored member of
my court. And you will have anything you desire that
is within my power to give."

"How about my freedom?" Ian said, bitterly. "Or my
manhood?"

"Anything else."

"And if I say no?"

"Then you will stay here."

"And get fucked?"

Garon cringed at the brutality of the language, but he
could not deny the truth. "Yes," he said.

"And get knocked up?"

"Yes."

"And have those things watching me every moment of
every day? Zapping the shit out of me if I don't
follow orders quickly enough?"

"Yes."

"So I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"You can choose to come where you will be cherished.
That is not such a bad option, is it?"

"I've never--" Ian blushed. "I don't know how."

Garon gently touched his face. "I will show you. And I
won't hurt you. I promise that you won't ever have to
worry about that."

"Will you want-- Now?"

"To see if we are compatible. Yes."

"You want me to--"

"Go lie down," Garon told him.

"Are you going to tie me up? The way they did before?"

"Of course not. You are to be my *mate*. I will never
treat you with anything but respect."

The surrogate laughed, without any humor. "I've seen
how your kind 'respect' us."

"I cannot argue that point," Garon said sadly. "The
scene you witnessed earlier--" He shook his head.
"It's not supposed to be that way. I swear on the
honor of my ancestors that it will never be that way
for you."

The surrogate hesitated. Garon could easily read the
conflicting emotions in his face. This man was no
fool. Clearly, he realized it was in his best
interests to give himself to Garon, to become his
mate. But his warrior's pride made it difficult to
acquiesce. Perhaps, in some ways it was easier to be
forced than to choose. 

"I will give you a good life," Garon told him
solemnly. "I promise you this. Far better than the
life you'd have here. All you have to do is let me."

Garon stroked his hand down Ian's back. He meant it to
be a comforting gesture, but Ian trembled at his
touch. Still, he did nod.

"All right," he said, his voice very soft. "I'll do
it."

"Thank you," Garon said. 

He took Ian's hand, led him over to the bed and had
him lie on his side. Garon lay down next to him, his
chest pressed to Ian's back. The intimacy was very
arousing, and his cock quickly unfurled from its
carapace and hardened. Ian's body tensed when he felt
Garon's erection against his butt.

Garon kissed Ian's shoulder. "Try to relax," he said.
"I promised not to hurt you. And a Krill never breaks
a promise to his mate."

He reached for the vial of lubricant on the bedside
table. The ever-practical Marak thought of everything.
He squirted slippery stuff onto his fingers.

"Pull your leg up to your chest," he said.

He could feel Ian's breath quicken, but the man did as
he was told, giving Garon access to the tender places
of his body.

"Just relax," Garon said.

In that talk Garon's father had given him when he'd
come of age, he had said: "To be a true man, you must
become an accomplished lover to your mate. To be an
accomplished lover, you must be patient." So even
though Garon had already waited so long, he schooled
himself to take his time with Ian.

Garon slowly stroked and teased the entrance to Ian's
body, waiting for the man's muscles to unclench, for
his heart to stop pounding with terror, his breath to
quiet a little. Only then did he dip his finger inside
and begin to explore the inner mysteries of his mate's
body. Ian tensed again at the intrusion, but Garon
continued to stroke him gently. Eventually, Ian
relaxed again. Garon added another finger and reached
deeper inside him, spreading slickness, opening him up
for penetration. 

When he touched a certain spot, a slight protrusion,
Ian gasped and stilled. Garon froze. He started to
pull his hand back. A Krill man did not hurt his mate.
Ever. But then Ian rocked his hips back, forcing
Garon's fingers deeper into his body, brushing them
against that same spot again. Ian made a soft, throaty
sound, and Garon realized that it was pleasure, not
pain. 

Garon kissed the back of his neck and began to stroke
that little button inside him. Garon could feel the
blood pounding in Ian's veins, the heat rising off his
skin, as he twisted his hips and met each thrust of
Garon's fingers. Garon had thought the procedure the
Marak had performed on Ian would prevent him from
being able to experience sexual pleasure, but
apparently, he had been wrong. Ian's cock was erect
and straining, flushed with need.
 
Garon had never expected to find the male form so
erotic, but the notion that Ian's phallus would soon
be swollen with nourishment for their child sent a
shock of want all through his body.

"Touch yourself," he whispered in Ian's ear.  

Ian instantly froze, and Garon could feel the hot burn
of his embarrassment. Garon understood this reaction.
A man who had never been trained as a submissive would
find it a terrible betrayal that his body could find
enjoyment in possession.

Garon kissed his shoulder. "Bodies react to being
touched," he said. He gently fingered that electric
place, and Ian bucked up wildly, trying to get more of
the sensation. "Would it really be better to feel
pain?"

Ian made no answer. Clearly, he would have liked to
ignore his body's responses. But he just couldn't. He
whimpered with need, took his own cock in hand and
started to pleasure himself. 

"That's it, my love. Just give in to it."

He withdrew his fingers. Ian moaned in protest,
despite himself. Garon pressed his cock against Ian's
entrance. He could feel Ian's heart speed up.

"Calmly, my love," he said. 

He began to enter his mate's body very carefully.

"Slowly," he said.

It had been so long since he'd been inside someone,
not since that last time with Jaina. He'd almost
forgotten how amazingly good it felt to have his cock
enveloped by the sweet, hot tightness of another
person's body.

"Gently," he said, as he worked his cock further
inside.

It was as much to remind himself as it was to reassure
Ian. He needed so much, and the urge just to plunge
into Ian's welcoming warmth nearly overwhelmed him.
But a Krill man did not hurt his mate. Garon gritted
his teeth and forced himself to go slowly.

Despite his care, there was still pain. He could feel
it in the set of Ian's body. He could hear it in the
sounds he made. Virginity never yielded itself without
a fight. 

But slowly, Ian's body began to open to him. Garon
kept moving deeper and deeper inside him, until he was
fully sheathed. He stopped for a moment, to take it
all in, the steady throbbing of Ian's pulse, the spicy
scent of his sweat, the fierce inferno of his flesh.
It was the first moment of peace and satisfaction
Garon had enjoyed in twenty years.

And then the need came crashing back to him, and he
had to move. He began to thrust gently in and out of
Ian's body. Soon, Ian's grunts of discomfort became
surprised "oohs" of pleasure. Garon angled his strokes
to hit that little button, and Ian responded wildly,
pushing back against each thrust, taking Garon's cock
deeper inside his body.

Ian's cock had softened during the initial pain of
entry, but it quickly hardened again. Ian stroked
himself in time to Garon's thrusts. Garon could feel
Ian's thighs start to shake. And then Ian was bucking
uncontrollably, yelling out his pleasure, coming hard.


Garon had never been inside a man's body before. He
could not have imagined how Ian's orgasm would cause
his muscles to clench around Garon's cock, squeezing
and massaging his own climax out of him. He roared in
ecstasy as he emptied his seed into his mate's
receptive body. His orgasm was so intense that he lost
touch with reality for a moment or two. When he
regained himself, his cock had softened, and he
carefully withdrew from Ian's body. 

Ian's shoulders shuddered, and his back hitched. He
was sobbing. Garon could understand his sorrow. Ian
was not designed by training or inclination to be the
object of another man's pleasure. He had never felt a
man come inside him before now. How it must have
shocked him that he could come from being penetrated,
that he could actually like it. In some ways, that
might be more painful than being raped. 

So Garon let him cry. He would be patient with him, as
befitted a Krill man, especially the Kael. Eventually,
he knew Ian would come to accept his new life. There
was just one thing, though, that Garon needed to know.

He put his hands gently on Ian's butt and parted his
cheeks.

"No. Please!" Ian begged. "Not again. Not now.
Please!"

"Sssh. Hush, my love," Garon said. "I am not going to
penetrate you again while you are still sore from the
first time. I just need to see. To know."

And there it was. The telltale sign. Ian's anal ring
had turned bright red, just as the Marak had said.
Garon had to blink back tears. His mate was pregnant.
At long last, he had the one thing he had wanted more
than anything else in his whole life.

"Is it-- Am I--" Ian asked.

"Yes," Garon told him. "But don't worry. Everything's
going to be all right."

"Oh, God." Ian cried harder.

Garon held him as he wept. Ian did not relax into his
embrace, but he didn't he pull away, either. Garon
felt the light flutter of hope in his chest, finally,
after everything. He knew Ian would come to accept him
eventually. He was certain of it. Maybe, he would even
love him some day, once they had children together and
shared that unbreakable bond.
 
When Ian had cried himself out, he fell into an
exhausted sleep. Garon listened to the soft intake and
exhale of his breath. He'd never felt more wide awake
in his life. He gently caressed Ian's belly, marveling
all over again at the softness of his skin. Soon, he
would be round and swollen with new life, as Garon's
heir grew inside him. 

Whatever guilt Garon had felt toward Ian's species
fell away from him at the though of holding his own
child in his arms. If he was doing wrong, then he
would gladly pay the price for it in the after life
when he stood in final judgment before the pantheon of
gods and goddesses. Until then, he planned to savor
every moment he had with his new mate. He intended to
love his children as no children had ever been loved
before. He wanted everything he could get of the
sweetness this life had to offer.

After all, he had waited so long.


THE END


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