Brotherhood of Bearded Alphas and Betas

FREAKER

My name is Arkeon. But everyone called me Freaker because I never fought like the others in the arenas. I was wild, unpredictable and brutal. I belong to the Heraclids, descendants of the semi god Heracles. We live on the planet Alkea.

When I looked in a mirror I saw, huge shoulders, a bull’s neck, a thick chest, and arms so massive that they could never rest completely against our sides. My thighs were as wide as tree trunks. We had been created to represent the strength of our ancestor.

For thousands of years, we had no longer reproduced naturally. When one of our bodies reached the end of its life, a new one was grown from the same master cells. That was why we all looked similar with the same face and the same massive, muscular body. Once the clone reached adulthood, our consciousness was transferred into it, together with our memories, personality, and everything we had learned during our previous lives. This allowed us to live for centuries. We believed we were almost immortal.

But every new body was a copy of a copy. Our scientists finally discovered that our genetic code was losing its stability. The degeneration was still mild. It began with cramps, trembling after physical effort, or slower recovery. Some muscles kept their massive size but lost part of their strength. Among the oldest of us, some muscle fibres became harder, and the joints had more difficulty supporting the weight of our huge bodies.

We were still giants. We could still fight, work, and live normally. By looking at us, nobody could guess that our people were in danger.

The real threat concerned the next generations of clones. Within a few years the new bodies would become too unstable to receive our consciousness safely. We were not facing immediate extinction. We still had time to find a cure, repair our genetic code, or discover somewhere in the universe beings whose bodies were close enough to ours.

We had already experimented on several alien races. The Aretines, descendants of the god Ares, had seemed the most promising. We kidnapped their purest representative, a warrior directly descended from the god of war. But the experiment ended with his painful death and caused a war that brought the Aretines close to extinction.

After several other failures and the destruction of many lives, we discovered Earth. Some humans looked amazingly similar to us, although they claimed to have been created from mud by a different god.

We became fascinated by their strange desire to build unnaturally large muscles. Some even used drugs to accelerate their growth. I was ordered to study one particularly promising subject: Alex Cava, also known as Dream Breaker. Everyone who met him spoke about his exceptional genetics. We were certain that he could help repair ours.

I followed him to his training sessions in a place humans called a gym, enduring the heavy smell of their sweat. My orders were to approach him and persuade him to come with me, by any means necessary

I finally found my opportunity after one of his most intense workouts. Alex stood naked in the showers, admiring himself in a mirror. His thick muscles were still shining with sweat as he flexed and changed poses. I remained behind him, studying his entire body, including the reproductive organs that our own people no longer possessed. Those also appeared remarkably well developed.

I stepped closer.

“Greetings, Alex Cava. Your body is powerful and worthy of a god. My name is Arkeon, but you can call me Freaker.”

DREAM BREAKER

Today I had a longer workout planned, since I’d gone over all my upper-body muscles before the weekend and warmed up my legs a bit, too. All I had in mind was to take a hot shower and head home, eat something light, and watch a movie.

 I’d already been warming up under the water for a few minutes when some bearded guy came over to drool next to me. I couldn’t really make out what the hell he wanted from what he was saying, but presumably all that stuttering was meant to get me to have sex with him. I give the guy a once-over from head to toe. Not bad at all, but of course I don’t let it show on my face. “What the fuck are you stuttering about? Did you come here to suck my dick?” I chuckle sarcastically, staring you right in the eyes.

FREAKER

 I do not look my age. I am almost 250 Earth years old, but my current body is much younger. It is barely forty. It carries my memories, my knowledge, and my personality.

Our language is based on ancient Greek, but an intelligent interface allows us to learn and speak the languages of other peoples. I know that Alex speaks several languages, but I choose English. It seems to be the common language that almost everyone understands on this world.

However, our interface was created by scientists from my planet. Some  words and expressions are missing. It even has security systems that prevent me from adding certain vulgar terms.

“Suck my dick!” Alex spits in my face, giving me a threatening look.

I do not know how to answer. My interface immediately floods my mind with possible definitions and translations.

SUCK /sʌk/ verb:

• To draw something in by suction
• To drink liquid through a straw
• To inhale forcefully
• To absorb or swallow something
• To be very bad , slang: “This sucks”
• To pull something with a vacuum

DICK /dɪk/noun:

• A detective old slang
• A man or fellow, vulgar slang
• Richard, a male first name
• A detective story, old-fashioned slang

POSSIBLE TRANSLATIONS:

1.                      “To inhale my detective.”

2.                      “To absorb my Richard.”

3.                      “To pull my friend through a straw.”

4.                      “To swallow my investigator.”

5.                      “My detective is very bad.”

6.                      “To vacuum my first name.”

7.                      “My Richard is undesirable.”

8.                      “To drink my detective story.”

None of them make any sense. Tired of trying to understand, I point his genitals .

“I need that,” I tell him.

DREAM BREAKER

I am following your finger pointing at my cock. "Yeah, you and so many other guys, come on man. Fuck off and get out of my sight before it's too late," I hiss as I turn my back to you and continue to have my shower. "What a weirdo," I think to myself as I starr washing my hair.

FREAKER

You turn your back on me. It gives me a chance to compare your body with ours. It is astonishing. We are almost identical, although Heraclids are slightly more massive and have no reproductive organs between their legs. You clearly did not understand me. I grab your shoulder, dig my fingers into your flesh, and turn you around roughly. I place one hand on your balls and wrap the other around your cock. “I need this. The survival of my people depends on it.” At the same time, I feel your organ growing in my hand until it has almost doubled in size.

DREAM BREAKER

"WHAT THE FUCK", I shout as I feel your hands stroking my cock and squeezing my balls. It is not the first time this happens to me. Few other queers have also thought before they get what they want just grabbing my junk. I look at your eyes and smirk. "Not your day today," I hiss and hit my forehead into your face giving you a hard headbutt as my knee is already on it´s way into your lower abs.

FREAKER

Your customs are very strange. I still do not understand your codes. I search through my long memory, but I cannot remember ever meeting beings like you.

When your forehead strikes mine, I try to understand the meaning of the gesture. Perhaps this is what “suck my dick” means. If so, it may be some kind of human greeting. I decide to return the courtesy.

But I must be careful. My skeleton is made from an alloy that is both flexible and extremely strong. On my world, a headbutt is only used in combat. If I hit you with my full strength, your skull would not survive. I must therefore reduce the impact to the normal level of a friendly human encounter.

I tighten my grip on your reproductive organs, applying a firm and respectful pressure.

I have heard people in this gym talking about “alphas.” My interface defines an alpha as a superior male who is proud of his strength and courage. Considering your body, you must be a super-alpha: exceptionally strong and particularly brave.

I increase the pressure.

Your face twists into a strange expression. I do not understand pleasure. Pain is the only physical sensation familiar to me, so I assume that you appreciate this sign of respect.

The substance you use to wash your hair is running into your eyes. I calculate the atmospheric pressure, local gravity, the resistance of the human skull, and the exact speed required for friendly contact.

Then I smile and throw my head forward.

Oops.

I immediately realize that one of my calculations was wrong when red liquid begins to flow from your nose and both eyebrow ridges.

DREAM BREAKER

I don't have time to react or even have time to think about what's going on when your head slams into my face, leaving me dazed. My knees buckle as I stagger backward against the wet, tiled shower wall. You keep a tight grip on my balls and my cock. I’d better try to stay on my feet, or soon I’ll be a man without balls and dick. Luckily, the water washes over my eyes and helps me stay conscious. I look at your expressionless face, trying to figure out what the fuck you actually want. “Get your hand off my dick while I’m still alive,” I finally growl, trying to pry your hand off my manhood.

FREAKER

Your words finally remove any doubt. This is not a friendly human custom. I release your reproductive organs at once and take a step back. You remain against the shower wall, one hand between your legs and the other raised, ready to strike me.“I understand now,” I say. “You did not enjoy my sign of respect.” “I do not want to hurt you, Alex Cava.” Blood is still running from  your nose. I reach out to examine the damage, but you slap my hand away.

Human communication appears to depend on a large number of rules involving distance, gestures, and reproductive organs. I should have studied them more carefully. A small projection appears above my wrist. It shows the body of a Heraclid, followed by several copies of the same body. With each new copy, red marks spread through the muscles and joints.

“My people no longer reproduce as you do,” I explain. “We grow new bodies from master cells and transfer our consciousness into them. But the cells are becoming unstable. Soon, our new bodies will no longer survive.”

You stare at the projection, then at me.“I do not need the organ itself. I need the living reproductive cells produced inside it” My interface immediately supplies me with  the word and  a definition.“ Your sperm.”For some reason, this answer does not calm you. “I made several mistakes during our first contact.But your genetic structure may save my entire species. You are unusually strong, your body repairs itself efficiently, and many humans have described your genetics as exceptional.”

DREAM BREAKER

"This guy is not ok. He must have some serious mental issues," I think to myself as I finish watching the projection and listening to your words that make no sense. "How the fuck do you know my name?" I finally ask, still staring at your face. "And what the hell do you think I am, a sperm bank?" I murmur as I spin around and send a high kick into your jawline.

FREAKER
II would prefer your cooperation. As you move in my direction, a warning sounds inside my mind. UNAUTHORIZED HUMANS APPROACHING. ESTIMATED ARRIVAL: TWELVE SECONDS. Before I can react, your foot slams into my jaw and sends me stumbling backward out of the shower. I believe I have failed to convince you. Unfortunately, I no longer have enough time to improve my argument. My brain was designed for combat. The moment you kick me; it automatically identifies your movement as an attack. My body reacts before I can stop it.

As you step out of the shower, my fist strikes your sternum with the impact of an artillery shell. A second punch follows in one perfect movement, driving deep into your abs Then my first fist rises again and crashes into your face. These are instincts and reflexes movements developed over hundreds of years of combat. Your legs give way. I regain control just in time to catch you as you fall  into my arms. “I am sorry, Alex Cava.” .

I decide to move our conversation to a safer location. A blue light forms around us, and the shower room disappears. A moment later, we are aboard my ship. You lie on the black metal floor, with water still running from your naked body. Your nose and eyebrow are bleeding, but my sensors confirm that you are alive. I look down at you and smile, hoping that I am finally using the correct human expression. “Welcome aboard.”

DREAM BREAKER

I wake up coughing on a hard floor. My head and chest ache. It feels like I’ve been run over by a freight train. My gaze wanders from one wall to the next as I try to figure out where the hell I am, until I see you standing in front of me and my memories flood back. “Where am I? Where have you brought me?” I try to get up, but then I realize I’m soaking wet and naked, so I stay seated on the cold floor, looking up at you towering over me. “What the hell do you want? Do you want me to breed you? To fill you with my cum?”

FREAKER

You are sitting on the floor, completely defeated. Of course, you did not expect to end your day aboard an alien spaceship.

I begin to think that your species must be very slow. You still do not understand what we need from you, even though I believe I have explained it clearly. But we do not need your brains only your body structures.

You ask me the same question again. I understand the first part, but not the second. You seem to be threatening to fill me with something. I do not need anything from you except your genetic material. Your food is strange to me, and your human relationships, especially the sexual ones, seem barbaric.

Our sense of pleasure disappeared when we abandoned natural reproduction. The mind now controls everything. Our bodies are only vessels that carry our consciousness.

Two other Heraclids enter the room. I notice your expression when you realize that they look almost exactly like me. To my eyes, however, they are slightly less muscular.

They lift you from the floor and lead you toward a large metal ring fixed between the floor and the ceiling. It is a scanner designed to study the complete structure of your body. They secure your wrists above you, but leave your legs free for the moment.

One of my companions is a scientist. He has studied your species and knows far more about human anatomy than I do. He places one hand on your sexe. I m about to tell him you do not like it. Then he begins to move his hand over it. Slowly first and then faster. I see how he is checking something on a screen before adding: “Let us first determine if it functions correctly,”

DREAM BREAKER

I’m taken aback when two men who look exactly like you grab hold of me, lifting me to my feet like a little boy and pinning my wrists above my head. I don’t even consider fighting back in this situation; I can barely stay on my feet. Fighting three muscle-bound guys would be suicide. One of the men grabs my cock and starts jerking it off with gentle strokes. I try to kick the man away, but his expression doesn’t even flicker as his hand, which radiates a strange warmth and vibration, moves up and down my shaft.

I think about the rising price of lettuce, the various parts of my car’s fuel system, or the toothless mouth of the overweight woman who runs the café downstairs, but nothing helps: my cock begins to grow in length and girth, expanding into a stiff rod in the man’s hand. The veins on my shaft swell to a defiant thickness, and after just a few minutes, clear droplets appear at the tip of my cock, and eventually I start leaking precum like a horny monk breaking his vow of celibacy after years of abstinence. “Let me go!” I scream in panic, knowing it’s completely futile as the man continues stroking my cock.

FREAKER

I watch with curiosity. I am surprised by how calm you seem. You make almost no attempt to resist the examination. If I still had feelings, I might be offended that you accept so easily from another Heraclid what you refused from me.

Then your reproductive system begins to react. Your cock begins to grow in length and girth, and on your red glans, clear smelly droplets appear. They smell like an oyster sauce we are very fond of. You face expression does also change. You look dazed and confused, and low sounds escape from your mouth.

The scientist quickly prepares a sterile container and places it beneath your hard rod. The sight is not especially pleasant. I am almost relieved that Heraclids no longer have to endure this method of reproduction.

I find myself wondering what colour the seed will be, and whether one human can produce enough genetic material to help an entire people.

DREAM BREAKER

As my heavy balls rise up, drawing closer to my body, my low-hanging sack, I know I’m on the edge. I try to bite my lip, struggle against the restraints, but the man calmly continues, like a motorized Fleshlight milking my cock. I let out a deep, low howl, throwing my head back as my abdominal muscles begin to ripple spasmodically. Then my whole body stiffens as my cock swells proudly in the man’s grip and my snake spits my white seed onto the glass tray. The man continues to jerk me off until, after 10 ropes, the very last drop falls onto the sterilized dish. My head drops forward, my knees tremble.

FREAKER

At last, the extraction produced its first genetic sample. Only a thin layer collected at the bottom of the container. I was disappointed by the result. It could never be enough to save our people.

The scientist, however, seemed satisfied. He repeated the collection cycle several times, although each new sample was smaller than the one before. By the end of the procedure, the container was not even one-quarter full, and the subject was completely exhausted.

Two Heraclids released him from the scanner and carried him toward a glass chamber. They placed him inside and secured his body against its inner wall with restraints around his neck, wrists, and ankles.

A message entered our minds:

HUMANOID PROGRAM OPERATIONAL.

A few months later, humanoid farms had been established near the main cities of our planet. A central program identified the people of Earth with the best genetic qualities for our regeneration. It selected bodybuilders like Alex Cava, but also elite athletes and action-movie actors.

The collection process was automated and repeated several times each day. A special diet was developed to improve both the productivity of our human subjects and the quality of the genetic material they produced.

Alex Cava’s reproductive material gave us the best results in our search for new bodies. At first, he was connected to automated extraction machines. Later, however, we decided that such an important subject required special treatment.

He became the Alpha Donor and received privileges denied to the others. He could move almost freely through the research centre. More importantly, Heraclids whose bodies matched his sexual preferences were trained to give him pleasure.

Our scientists had carefully studied human erogenous zones and the different methods of bringing a human male to orgasm. Alex Cava took full advantage of this arrangement. To us, his appetite seemed endless.

DREAM BREAKER

I soon began to get used to being on the alien spaceship. After all, I was only expected to jerk off once or twice, something I’d do at home anyway. My willingness to cooperate was also noticed by the clone alien. To satisfy my desires, I was given incredible bodies to have my way with, and soon I was also granted the freedom to move about the ship as I pleased. Sounds good, doesn’t it? Especially for a guy like me, whose libido is bottomless. But the truth is that these outwardly handsome men were like wax figures, robots programmed to do the same things and moan artificially in the same situations every time. No, I had to get out of here at any cost, but how?

The man who called himself Freaker, the very same man who brought me here in the first place, was the key to my escape. He clearly wanted to take credit for making my sperm available to his people, for saving his planet. Freaker will help me get out of here, without even knowing it. A sly smile spreads across my face when I see him entering my small metal room. “Freaker, buddy, I’m grateful that you’ve arranged special privileges and freedom of movement in your magnificent facilities, but I don’t quite understand everything I’m seeing.Could you give me a little tour, show me around, and help me understand the wonders of your planet and how I might be of more help to you? Hesitantly, I place my hand on Freaker’s shoulder, I’m not entirely sure how this gesture would be interpreted among them, and I wait with a smile for your response.

FREAKER

Our researchers had created artificial wombs based on the human female body. Inside them, they tried to grow embryos that could provide us with a new and stable generation of Heraclid bodies. For the moment, every attempt failed.

Human reproductive material was only one part of the process. It stabilized our genes for a short time, giving us new hope. Then the degeneration began again.

Everything was controlled by a Central Matrix. Its purpose was to distribute the collected sperm among the developing bodies, together with other genetic elements—sometimes taken by force from peoples whose physical structure was close to ours.

Our lack of emotions had made us indifferent to the suffering of others and relentless in our search. I walked without concern past those tanks where hundreds of humans were imprisoned and milked to save us.

But only one of them held my attention: Alex Cava, the Alpha Prime.

I was responsible for his well-being, but I had been refused the sexual training required to give him pleasure. He remained distant with me. After all, I was responsible for his situation.

That was why I was surprised when, one morning, as I brought him his proteins, he asked me to be his guide.

But the most surprising thing was the hand he placed on my shoulder, d the strange shiver that spread through my entire body.

DREAM BREAKER

“What's up? Is something wrong?” I grin as I look into your eyes, which are almost too blue, when I notice you freeze, as if you don't know how to react. I take your hand and guide it to my bulge. "You weren't shy about touching my dick before; where did that shyness come from now? If you want, I could show you what it feels like to have my cum inside you,” I chuckle a little cheekily as I watch your face. But your expression doesn’t flicker. I pull my hand away from your shoulder and just stare at you. “Think about it, buddy, I’d be happy to do it if you’re interested. How do you maintain the oxygen levels on your planet? What is your planet’s energy source? Maybe you could show me around my new home, since I have a feeling I’m going to be staying here for quite a while, maybe even permanently.”

FREAKER

I am disturbed by my reaction. Normally, I remain indifferent and insensitive to physical contact. But when your hand touched my shoulder, I felt something pleasant.You also seem surprised.I still do not fully understand what you mean when you say that you want to fill me with your seed. My interface now knows all the words connected to human sexual activity, but I miss the experience. I begin to wonder if receiving your genetic material directly could regenerate my body. I try to convince myself that such an experiment might help our researchers. I do not yet know the risks. I should probably speak to one of our scientists first.

You suddenly become curious about our planet and our technology. You ask me to show you how our world works. I decide to take you to the Central Matrix Observation Gallery. It is one of the most important places on Alkea. From there, you can see the Mother Matrix, the artificial wombs, and hundreds of new bodies growing inside their glass chambers. The gallery also displays the energy network that connects every main centres on our planet. the Mother Matrix. creates our new bodies, brings them to adulthood, and protects our memories until they can be transferred. It is the heart of our existence.

The energy produced here keeps our knowledge and memories alive. Adding human sperm has improved the Matrix, although it has not solved our main problem. Our scientists have created a careful balance between genetic material and energy. Too much of any element could cause a fatal overload. But the security is strict. No one can enter this room without a Level One badge. As I explain all this, I place my hand between your legs and touch yout dick gently. “Do you find this interesting, Alex Cava?”

DREAM BREAKER

“He took the bait!” I chuckle to myself as I feel your fingers wrap around my stiffening cock. I let you stroke it for a moment until I grab a hold of your wrist and pull your hand away from my groin. "First the duty, then the fun", I chuckle. "Why don't you first show me around all the marvelous installations, and then we get back into my chamber and celebrate our new liaison?" My eyes are staring at your eyes. "What do you say?", I let my fingers to run on your cheek softly.

FREAKER

You touch me again, and I feel the same unknown sensation: a shiver and a strange tingling between my legs. Yet there is nothing between my legs. Could it be a genetic memory left inside me by my ancestors?

I also feel frustrated when you remove my hand from your cock. My own reactions disturb me. I am a Heraclid, a hardened fighter, and yet I surrender to the demands of senses that have been inactive for thousands of years.

For the same reason, I accept your proposal.

I know that I am breaking our strict security rules. But my mind suddenly seems disconnected from the Mother Matrix and completely under your influence.

I attach a small receiver behind your ear. It will allow you to hear the explanations about our species. I will simply show you the things being described.

I place my Level One badge against a reader, and the door opens.

We enter the Embryo Hall. It is extremely long and rises through several levels. Thousands of bodies are waiting there for regeneration. They float inside tanks filled with a heavy blue liquid: a mixture of liquid heraklion, extracted from a mineral of the same name, human sperm, and other substances unknown even to me.

Large conduits extend from the Mother Matrix. They supply the energy required for the lighting and maintain the correct incubation temperature.

Everything is carefully controlled to preserve a perfect balance. The entire process is controlled by the Mother Matrix and the connected minds of three experts from different scientific fields.

One of them once explained that their calculations had revealed a serious danger. Adding even a tiny amount of human sperm beyond the exact quantity planned for the Heraklion mixture could create a reaction as powerful as a nuclear explosion.

I lead you toward the chamber containing the Mother Matrix. It is protected by a thick energy barrier powered by Herakliona, a substance even stronger than Heraklion, but also far more dangerous and unstable.

The explanations continue through the receiver behind your ear. I notice your impatience and your growing desire to enter the chamber.

“I am sorry, Alex Cava. We cannot go inside.”

BREAKER

I have a look of awe on my face. “This is amazing, absolutely incredible. The Mother Matrix looks so powerful and strong. Aren't you afraid to test then with human sperm? What would happen if my sperm, or the sperm of those other specimens, accidentally entered into the Mother Matrix? We better move to my chamber now, and you can tell me more. This is absolutely interesting and fascinating."

FREAKER

You insist that I take you back to your room. I am surprised by this sudden change. There are still so many things to see inside this regeneration centre, the most important one on Alkea.

I breathe in your human scent. At first, it disgusted me. It was too strong, too persistent, almost sickening. Now that I am used to it, I find it strangely attractive.

Once again, my body reacts in a way I do not understand.

I do not even bother answering your last question. Suddenly, I am impatient to reach your room and discover the experience that seems so important to humans: having sex simply for pleasure, without necessarily trying to reproduce.

DREAM BREAKER

When we arrive at my room, I close the door behind us and step in front of you with a gentle smile on my face. “You’ll receive fertile seed inside you, seed that contains not only vital energy, but the entire secret of life: genes, DNA, everything that makes a man a man,” I assure you as I place my hand on your waist and begin to unzip your pants and pull them down. Your crotch is empty. Where your cock should be, there’s only skin. I wonder to myself if you’re a cocksucker and decide not to kiss you. “Maybe it’s better if you turn your back to me,” I continue in a calm voice as I guide you in front of my cock, gently pressing your body down until you’re lying flat on my bed. “You’re about to experience a unique sensation that you may never experience again.”

FREAKER

You undressed me, revealing the lower half of my body. I am bent over your bed. All of this feels strange to me. My heart is pounding. I have never felt it beat like this before. I am unfamiliar with emotions. Your voice is reassuring. I feel your dick pressing against my buttocks, your hands pressing into my skin. I find it pleasant. I shiver again, but I have no idea what you intend to do. I imagine you are going to release your seed and that it will spread into the cleft of my buttocks, somewhat like a firefighter aiming his hose at a fire. I hope you are a good shot.

DREAM BREAKER

I must admit I am a little bit surprised seeing you accepting my cock between your glutes without any struggle. You are not even trying to squeeze them to close my access, but let me slide my eager cock deeper. I can feel how your body jolts a bit when I shove my cockhead through the first ring and you make a weird sound, kind of a moan. "Relax, the best is yet to come", I hiss behind you softly as I slide my cock all the way inside your virgin territory.

FREAKER

Suddenly I feel a sensation I know: Pain. A tearing... like someone is opening my skin. Your dick enters me. I have the reflex to clench my butt muscles to stop the invasion. But I also have the reflex not to clench too hard ; my superhuman strength would break your dick. A strange sound comes from my mouth, half moan, half scream. I realize your duality. In you humans, pain and pleasure never seem far apart. My fingers dig into your bed sheets that carry your strong smell. I sniff it and unconsciously push my ass back to take it deeper.

DREAM BREAKER

I could swear that guy is damn horny, if I didn't know how emotionless these aliens are, because the way he lifts his hips and sticks his ass out reminds me of worn-out hookers at the end of their careers standing outside a truck stop bar. You’re so focused on my cock, which keeps drilling deeper and deeper into your virgin hole, that you certainly wouldn’t even have time to lift your hand off the sheet if I suddenly snapped your neck. But I still need this cockless man for a little while longer. I sink my teeth into your skin, which tastes like plastic wax, and press my hips tighter against your buttocks, growling in your ear like a bear as my cock erupts with pressure, shooting my hot seed deep inside you.

FREAKER

You grunt in my ears. I remember that documentary I saw about the animals and plants on your planet. There was what you call a bear. You make the same grunts as him. And here comes the pain, your teeth sinking into my skin. Then suddenly I feel my ass filling with your sperm. I recognize the substance by its smell. I shiver again. I understand that pleasure is returning. Sex is actually an act that combines pain and pleasure. It was an interesting experience, even though I'm missing many of the things needed to fully enjoy it. You, with your blissful smile, your body dripping with sweat, and your eyes slightly rolled back, you got what you wanted. I turn toward you and to make you happy I say, "We should do this again." The introduction of your semen into my body feels intrusive. I suddenly feel strange. Not only does the sticky liquid drying on my sensitive skin bother me, but it seems to be invading my insides. My heart beats even harder. A pain appears in my side. An unusual smell comes from my body. I see my face and my body in a mirror, and mys skin is gray. I start to panic. What an idiot I was. I get dressed, determined to leave your room to go see one of our scientists so they can check my condition.

DREAM BREAKER

“Freaker, are you okay?” I ask, looking concerned as I gaze at your pained face. But deep inside, I’m smiling as I realize the danger lurking in the sperm your people so desperately want and crave. “I’m coming with you, you can’t go anywhere alone,” I say, wrapping my arm gently under your arm and around your back to support you and keep you upright. “Lead us to the healer.”

ù

FREAKER

Your request pleases me. If we were used to living as a couple like on your planet, I could consider it. But we barely know friendship. We live side by side and form a whole. If one element weakens, it is eliminated without hesitation. I shiver again when I feel your body against me. I head toward the room that serves as our infirmary. Actually, a room where we receive the necessary supplements to maintain our form when they run out. The room is empty. I think everyone must be in the mother matrix, busy injecting doses of sperm and other substances. I feel increasingly unwell. I'm having trouble staying on my feet. I cling to you, to your muscular body. I use my card to enter this protected place, forgetting all safety rules. You support me. I see the astonished looks of the scientists. I realize I've violated the strict access rules as well as those of hygiene and sterilization. But I trust you and I want to survive

DREAM BREAKER

I see the scientists’ alarmed faces as they look at each other uncertainly. “No need to worry, I’m not a threat to you in any way. I just brought my friend here for you to treat,” I say, trying to dispel their fear as I lift Freaker’s trembling body onto the table. My gaze, however, is already scanning the enormous, labyrinthine-looking system in the background: the Mother Matrix. Feed tubes suck a precisely measured mixture into it, releasing it in a controlled manner into the system. Everyone is gathered around Freaker, trying to revive him, when I pull out my dick and start jerking off against one of the suction ports on the tubes. I stare at Freaker’s rippling abs, and my dick is soon rock hard, I admit I’ve always been a guy who gets turned on easily. You lift your head off the table and see what I’m doing, and you start screaming for help. But that just acts as a trigger for me and makes me cum, unloading my load right into the mouth of the sucking hose. The hose sucks in 15 ropes of thick cum as red lights flash everywhere and the alarm sirens start blaring. “Oops.”

FREAKER

The sirens are screaming. The lights are flashing. The mother matrix's control console is sending alert and error messages in our language. Our scientists are running around frantically, pulling levers, entering codes. But nothing is stopping the catastrophe that has just been set in motion. The ground is shaking and steam is coming out of the pipesù

My warrior instinct awakens within me. I jump off the table and despite my weakened state, I throw myself at you. I grab your crotch and your precious dick responsible for this catastrophe. I squeeze it with all my strength. I was right, this tool is a tool of pleasure but for us, of misfortune. I place my other hand on your throat and squeeze. My strength remains great, even though I feel myself weakening rapidly. "Why Alex Cava, why?"

DREAM BREAKER

The whole room shakes violently as your planet starts to cough when my thick solution goes down its throat. I notice your focus wavering as you try to stay on your feet. That’s enough for me, and I manage to pull my cock out of your grip and slam my elbow into your face, causing you to release your hands from my throat as well. The planet shakes again and almost knocks me on my ass, but luckily I stay on my feet and manage to kick you in the lower abdomen, bending your torso over. “I could kill you, but I still need you.”

FREAKER

I'm too weak and you break free from my attack very easily. All around us, tubes are exploding, the bodies in regeneration are expelled from their cocoons. You say you need me as you hit me in the abs. I feel the pain. My breath cut, I double over. What is happening to me. Normally, such a blow would have had no effect on me. I see my fellow beings running around frantically. I also see their hostile glares. They consider me a traitor. Thoughts are racing through my mind. The energy that's going crazy is going to make the planet explode. My people will reject me and probably kill me for my reckless act. I'm attracted to you and the idea of surviving in your company tempts me. If I save my skin, I'll be the last of my species. And maybe, if I'm lucky, the beginning of a new race of Heraclides. Then suddenly I hear myself say; "The ships are this way. Hurry up. There's little time left."

DREAM BREAKER

A wide smile is drawn on my face when you start to lead us into the ship deck. The entire planet is trembling as we run through the building that is coming down fast. "I hope you can drive one of those" My eyes are scanning those huge space ships

FREAKER

Many ships leave our planet in absolute chaos. Others have understood the danger as well.

When we reach the spaceport, I set my sights on one of the smallest vessels available: an exploration shuttle equipped with a hyperspatial translation drive, allowing it to travel between distant planets. It has a cockpit for two people, a shield, a cloaking device, but no weapons.

I collapse into the pilot’s seat. The pain is growing worse. It has now spread down to my crotch.

I start the engines, and the shuttle rises into the sky. On our way out, I collide with another ship. I do not stop. Nothing matters except our survival.

We are already far from the planet when a blinding flash races towards us, followed moments later by a storm of debris. The shuttle is shaken and battered by the rain of stone, but its shield holds.

My planet no longer exists. It has exploded.

DREAM BREAKER

I breathe a sigh of relief as our ship finally emerges from the shockwave and the torrent of debris it brought with it. My back is pressed tightly against the seat as we race through space at hypersonic speed, and soon, surprisingly soon, even, the blue planet, Earth, begins to loom ahead of us! Soon I’ll be back home; I can already smell the enchanting scent of green almonds in my mind. There’s no place like home. I turn to look at you. "Thank you, Freaker, for all. I let you live and help you to settle in the Earth, making it your new home."

FREAKER

I listen to your proposal with some concern. I’m not sure I’ll be able to fit in on Earth. I’m too different. My size alone will be a problem. And I’ve lost access to the Mother Matrix, which gave me the ability to speak languages and the knowledge I needed to survive. I can speak your language now thanks to our intimacy.

I quickly realize that the shuttle has been damaged. A vibration runs through the hull. On the control panel, the hyperdrive regulator crystal has changed from blue to red. One of the impacts has cracked it, damaging the navigation system and automatically interrupting our jump.

If we continue, the shuttle could  become a blind projectile hurtling through space.

We have only one option left: land on a nearby planet and repair the hyperdrive.

I tell you the bad news. I see the hostility in your eyes, as though you believe I am trying to lure you into a trap.

DREAM BREAKER

"Why is it that I don't believe a word you say, Freaker? If this is one of your stupid attempts to cheat me, to make a trap, it will cost you dearly. I will rip off your balls and cut your head. You hear me?", I scream to you as the shuttle is closing fast to the planet.

FREAKER

I see how angry you are, but I have no balls to be ripped so I do not worry and you need me to repair the vessel. Suddenly, I let out a scream of pain  and double over in my seat. Something in my crotch has just torn open. The burning is unbearable, as if a steel spike had ripped through my flesh from the inside. I pull off my clothes and place my hand over the source of the pain. Beneath my fingers, I feel a hard shaft with two heavy balls hanging below it.I lower my head and stare .

Now I have a dick and male reproductive organs too.Your seed has transformed my body. It has saved my race and stopped its degeneration.  I see the surprise in your eyes, but also a flicker of satisfaction. I understand that you are already imagining all the pleasures you will be able to take from my new body.

DREAM BREAKER

My eyes widen as I see a huge cock and heavy-looking balls below them. "Now you have something I can rip off," I chuckle. "I sincerely hope that you're not lying to me or..", I stop my sentence seeing how the surface of the planet is all the time closer.

FREAKER

We land on an unknown planet. I check whether its environment is safe for us. The atmosphere is breathable and the temperature bearable. Then I recognize the three blood-red moons displayed on the navigation screen. I turn towards you, panic in my eyes. “No… not here. Not this planet. This is Draekor. Draekor is a slave world.” Before I can explain, I see a group of drones approaching our ship. They spread out around us, blocking every possible escape route. Red lights move across our hull as their scanners examine the vessel. A voice speaking in several foreign languages suddenly echoes through the cabin. “Unidentified spacecraft, you have entered Draekorian territory. Surrender immediately. Any attempt to escape will be considered an act of aggression.”

My hands tighten around the controls. “We have no choice, Dream. Their weapons could destroy this shuttle before we even leave the atmosphere.” I hesitate, ashamed that I have brought you here. “Draekor is a slave world. Anyone who lands here without authorization can be arrested and sold. Strong men like us are valuable. They may send us to work in their mines… or sell us to one of their brothels.” I glance at your muscular body. “Our strength, our genetic, our cocks will not protect us here. It will only make us more valuable.”

The voice returns, louder this time. “Occupants, leave the spacecraft immediately. Remove all clothing before exiting. Keep your hands visible and make no sudden movements. You have thirty seconds to comply.” I stare at the cabin door. “They want us to come out naked. It is part of their security procedure. They do not want us hiding weapons or equipment.” I turn toward you again. “I am sorry, Dream. I thought I was saving us.

DREAM BREAKER

We step out from the ship, both naked. For the first time I see your newborn cock and balls hanging proudly between your legs. "Damn, they look like mine," I say to myself as we lift our hands up. I can see from the corner of my eye how a strong laser beam cuts our space shuttle in two, making it totally useless. I look at you and then those weird aliens who look more octopuses than men. They have some strange instruments in their tentacles and their dark eyes; all three of them are staring at our genitals. "Oh shit, Freaker. I have a bad taste of this..."

THE END

Published: 2026-09-08, viewed 114 times.