Jailmates

by Lesli Richardson

  Now I’m tracking. As uncomfortable as it is to discuss my masturbation habits with him—which is infinitely less uncomfortable than being ass-up on that table with stuff being shoved up my butt—I start at the beginning and go through everything I can think of.

  When we finish an hour later, he’s nodding and noting things on the tablet. “Excellent. We can tap into the bionanotech, of course, and will, but it doesn’t give us feedback about how you’re emotionally feeling, or thinking, in exact terms. It can only relay physical information. This will help me better correlate the data we receive. Do you have any questions for me?”

  “Yeah, actually, I do. What did you and Mom talk about back there?” I’m still secretly worried maybe he revealed too much about what I’m doing.

  “She started out with a standard greeting, saying it was a pleasure to meet me. I told her likewise, and that I greatly appreciated her sacrifice of your absence and assured her your safety and well-being is our primary concern. Then she said I’d better keep you safe, or she would hunt me down to the ends of the universe and kill me. I told her that I had every intention of keeping you safe, but that I would prove very difficult to locate, much less kill. She said she was willing to risk that, and that perhaps I should take great care regardless. I told her that was duly noted. Then she proceeded to list several unpleasant ways in which she would torture and kill me before allowing me to die, were harm to come to you. I assured her once more that your contracted duties are perfectly safe, and you are far safer now than you were at any time in the military. Then she thanked me, and apologized if her accent wasn’t very intelligible. I assured her that her pronunciations were beautifully perfect, and that it was truly an honor and pleasure to converse with her, because I rarely get to speak my language with a native speaker as of late. She thanked me for that.”

  I’m honestly not sure if he’s fucking with me or not, because he delivers that totally dead-pan as he’s looking down and typing into the tablet with two of his hands, and scrolling through a com screen with the other two.

  “Say what?”

  “What? And, again, I must say, her accent is absolutely perfect. I have never met a human who can replicate our language so beautifully without any kind of augmentation in place.”

  I take a deep breath and start over. I have nothing but time now. Losing my patience with him won’t do anyone any good. “Are you being serious, or are you kidding around with me and I’m just missing that because I’m tired and feeling really emotional?”

  He pauses and looks up to make eye contact with me. “I’m sorry, Simon. I wasn’t trying to be dismissive. I am serious, though. That is what we discussed.”

  “You’re saying Mom threatened you?”

  Confusion flits through his gaze. “My apologies. Did I not adequately explain it?”

  “Seriously? My mother threatened to kill you? In Veraci?”

  “Well, only if I don’t keep you safe. Exquisite pronunciation, too.” He resumes typing.

  “Doc, can you focus on me for a moment? Please?”

  He stops what he’s doing and looks at me again. “Yes, Simon?”

  “I’m not trying to be deliberately stupid here, but my mother has never threatened anyone in her life.”

  “Well, perhaps not around you. I looked up her history, and your father’s. Are you aware your mother worked as a cargo pilot for three years before you were born? In fairly dangerous territory, too.”

  “I—” My jaw snaps shut for a moment. “I mean, I knew she worked for a cargo company.”

  “But you were not aware she speaks perfect Veraci, either.”

  “No, I’ll concede that point. But what does that have to do with her working for a cargo company and threatening you?”

  “It is my considerable experience that cargo company employees, especially pilots, tend to have rather colorful and strong personalities.” His gaze goes unfocused for a moment and he seems to stare past me. “Such beautiful pronunciation.”

  “Dude, you are not crushing on my mom, are you?” That freaks me out for a bunch of reasons.

  The main one being she’s my mom.

  And this guy’s basically been inside my butt—well, by proxy through his technicians—and I really don’t want Mom and Helleia knowing that.

  “That would be unprofessional,” he says, sounding a little huffy. “Besides, I am far too busy for a personal relationship at this time. I would much rather focus on my work. Especially on this task. The advances we can achieve if we can successfully replicate Pfahrn mating biology are…simply astounding to ponder.”

  I relax a little. “Okay. Sorry. Just sounded like you really dig her.”

  I swear, if he was human, I’d say he was crushing on her. “She’s extraordinary. Her accent—”

  “Was perfect, yeah, yeah. You said that. So what’s next for me now?” I want his mind off my mom.

  Now.

  He flutters a little. “I would like to get some readings from you to see where we’re at with the bionanotech integrating with your system, and to pull readings. Then you may have dinner, if you desire, and freshen up. I strongly recommend trying to eat something, even if you aren’t hungry. The bionanotech will use up a lot of energy very quickly in this next phase, and we’ll be introducing even more to your body. Also, the technicians obtained clothing for you that you might find more comfortable for the next phase, which we’ll begin tonight.”

  I gulp, even though I knew this was coming. “Next phase?”

  “Yes. Tonight we’re going to begin the enlargement process.”

  * * * *

  Hooooo, boy.

  After dinner, I’m back in that special chair contraption in the lab. This time I’m on my back, but it’s been configured so my feet are up, legs spread wide, and bent at the knees, leaving my ass open and accessible.

  Now I understand why women aren’t fond of their annual exam. I’m damn sure not very fond of this. It leaves me feeling even more vulnerable than the ass-up sessions I’ve already endured. At least during the times they were obtaining the semen samples from me, my legs were down, and I was sitting up, so I didn’t feel as…exposed.

  I close my eyes and try to relax. They also securely strap me down, armpits to ankles, leaving my hands and arms free. At least I have a comfy pillow under my head.

  “Why is this necessary?” I ask. “The restraints? We going to negotiate first? Do I need a safeword? I didn’t ask for a spanking.”

  The humans get it and laugh, but H’looder is clueless. “Simply a precaution to keep you from falling or even moving too much,” he says. “Too much movement might impede our readings and decrease accuracy.”

  “We wouldn’t want that,” I mutter.

  They give me a blanket to cover my torso, at least, so I’m not freezing. I resist the urge to pull it up to cover my face so I don’t accidentally watch any of it.

  I’m beginning to understand what lab animals feel like, I think.

  “Would you like something to relax you for this part?” H’looder asks. “The procedure will last a while, and it might alleviate your emotional discomfort. We will need to stimulate you and trigger both erections and ejaculations. We will need to be handling you quite a lot for this portion.”

  Fuck it. “Yeah, hit me, Doc.”

  One of the technicians prepares the dose and they inject me. It takes a few minutes to kick in, and then…

  Yeeeeeah, baby. I’m flying.

  This time when they make the first anal insertion, they use lube, but not the numbing kind. Whatever it is they’re putting in there feels hard and round, not too big, though, like a really small egg on a flexible rod.

  “We need you to feel what we’re about to do for portions of it,” H’looder says. “We need to accurately map your body’s neural systems. It’s all right if you feel you need to climax during any portion of this. You don’t need to hold back.”

  I give him a thumbs-up and keep my eyes closed. Even with the drug
s, though, it’s hard not to squirm around.

  Now I get why they’ve strapped me down.

  Especially when they rotate the thing down there and I gasp when it touches my prostate.

  Ooooh, yeah. Now I’m hard.

  “Excellent,” H’looder says, although I’m not sure if he’s talking to me, his assistants, or just to himself. “We need starting measurements, penis and scrotum.”

  I ball my hands into fists around the blanket and even with the drugs I force myself to think about my visit home. Just a few hours ago, I was with Mom and Hells.

  Anything to take my mind off this.

  I’m handled, measurements are taken, and I realize how ironic this is, that I was missing human contact.

  Now, I have more contact than I bargained for or wanted, and I’m not exactly digging it.

  Not emotionally, anyway.

  Physically, my cock’s on board with the deal.

  I flinch when I feel a slight hum from whatever they’ve got stuck inside me, because it’s right against my prostate, although it’s not as strong as when they were collecting the samples from me. My cock is so hard it nearly hurts, and I hear the technicians and H’looder discussing what’s going to happen next.

  I let the drugs take me away and I think about Mohrn. I hope she’ll think this is funny when I tell her about it, and that she’ll appreciate what I’m going through for her.

  Then again, who am I kidding? I’m going through this for Mom and Helleia. And, to a lesser extent, myself.

  The money.

  An education.

  The narrow rod expands, stretching my asshole and making me grunt, but a corresponding hum from the bulb portion inside me makes me gasp. It’s also a little on the cool side, temperature-wise. Not uncomfortable, but I can feel it.

  “Bionanotech being introduced…now,” one of the techs say.

  I feel something going on, like my bowels are being filled, flooded with something just slightly cooler than my own body temperature. The humming resumes, enough to take my mind off the discomfort of the intrusion.

  They’re discussing readings, sensors—I’m lost. Someone wraps a snug-fitting band around the base of my erection, ensuring it’s not going down anytime soon, apparently.

  And that’s when I feel them attach a suction device.

  You know where.

  I must have tensed, because H’looder speaks up. “We’re don’t need to do what we did to extract the samples, Simon,” he says. “This is suction to help the enlargement process. It’ll take a couple of days and will proceed in stages, so as not to cause you any undo pain.”

  “Appreciate that, Doc,” I grit through my teeth. “Can I get another dose of meds to help me out? I don’t think that first dose was enough.”

  “Certainly.”

  I feel the sting in my arm a moment later, and minutes after that, I breathe easier. I’m able to better appreciate the sensations swirling through my body right now. The stuff inside me has warmed to my body temperature and even a little warmer.

  “Bionanotech activation achieved,” H’looder says. “Excellent. You’re doing well, Simon. It’s going perfectly.”

  I gasp again as the bulb inside me buzzes a little. It’s not a constant hum, and combined with the persistent pull from the suction, I’m uncomfortably hard, like the worst case of blue balls I’ve ever had. I’m horny, but there’s not nearly enough direct stimulation to get me off yet.

  Then they swab something on my balls, and a few moments later I’m feeling a tugging, almost like they’re gently pulling on them. I think someone’s wrapped a strap around the base of them, too.

  “Scrotal injection one complete,” one of the techs says a moment later.

  Never mind. I don’t want to know what the hell they’re doing.

  “Let’s program that batch of bionanotech now,” H’looder tells them.

  I tune out. This batch of drugs helps me ignore them and what they’re doing. I refuse to open my eyes and I lose track of time, until I feel the hum start again. It builds, along with the suction, but this time it’s a constant pull, not like it’s milking me.

  I can’t help it—I come.

  H’looder and the techs make notes and I lay there limp and breathing heavily, still not wanting to open my eyes.

  It’s better that way.

  I don’t know what they’re going to have to do to Mohrn, but I feel sorry for her already, if she has to go through a fraction of what I’m going through.

  Maybe they’ll let us get acquainted first and I can sit with her, hold her hand, distract her. Talk to her.

  Something.

  I hate that she’ll have to be alone for so long. Anything I can do to help her while I can, I will.

  They remove the suction device and the two straps, but I can tell something’s already different down there. It feels…

  Well, it feels like I still have a hardon, even though I just came.

  One of them massages something into my skin, and while it doesn’t numb me, it helps soothe the chafing and ache a little.

  Then the straps go back on, and the suction device, and they insert another batch of nanotech into me.

  My stomach growls but I don’t want to say anything.

  I…well, I zone out. I’m aware of another orgasm hitting me at one point, and someone touches a straw to my lips and lets me drink my fill of water, but I’m out of it.

  I don’t even remember them unstrapping me and moving me to a gurney. I wake up just as four techs are transferring me from the gurney to my bed in my stateroom under H’looder’s close supervision. I’m vaguely aware that the butt plug is once again in place.

  “Rest for tonight, Simon,” he tells me. “We’ll awaken you in the morning.”

  I nod and the world thankfully goes dark once more.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My whole body aches when I awaken in the middle of the night to pee.

  Except when I start to roll over to sit up, I realize there’s definitely something different, and I’m not talking my naked state, either.

  “Lights—dim,” I call out, and they turn on.

  I look down to see I’m still bestowed with some sort of silicone strap around the base of my cock, and another around the base of my balls. Also, both are…well, bigger. My cock isn’t fully erect, it’s about a semi, but it’s definitely bigger than it usually is, and feels…full.

  Holy…shit.

  I’m also tender as hell down there. I gingerly ease myself over to the edge of the bed and finally find an angle to lever myself up and off the bed and onto my feet without straining or stretching too much and making everything hurt.

  I’m guessing I’m not supposed to remove the straps. I remember something about them being there to help maintain the progress made

  I’m also hoping they’ve got something for me to wear, because…yeah. I can see my trousers are not going to fit at this rate. I’m not even sure if the comfortable sweat pants I bought for myself while I was home are going to fit.

  I shuffle my way into the head, position myself so I’m standing over the toilet and don’t have to touch my cock to aim, and stand there for a moment before I can finally go. Once I do, I go forever, it feels like, and already I’m thirsty.

  My stomach growls again, loud and insistent. I know sleep will be impossible until I take care of that.

  Once I finish using the head and wash up, and drink another glass of water, I then call the galley and order a late-night snack, a cheeseburger and fries. That’s when I realize it’s only 01:11 ship time, much earlier than I thought it was. The drugs they gave me really messed with my sense of time.

  When my com panel buzzes a moment later, I answer. “Quigley.” It’s hard to get out of that habit, of remembering I’m not in the military any longer.

  It’s H’looder. “Simon, how are you feeling?”

  I haven’t sat back down yet and I look down at my groin. “Hungry and possibly regretful of my life choices.
”

  “Very good. Eh, about the hunger.”

  “How did you know I’m awake?”

  “I asked the galley to alert me if you ordered anything overnight.”

  “Oh. Is that okay?”

  “Absolutely. If I need to restrict your food intake, I’d let you know, and so would they. Actually, I encourage you to eat. You will find in these initial stages that the bionanotech will consume a great deal of energy. If you don’t eat enough, they’ll take it from your fat stores, and then muscle mass. We don’t want that to happen.”

  “Uh, is that something I’ll always need to worry about?”

  “No. Only in this initial phase. It’ll level out and stabilize once the final adjustments have been made.”

  “Okay. Thanks.”

  “Call me immediately if you have any pain or other unusual symptoms.”

  I’m afraid to even touch my cock, so I don’t. “Define unusual.”

  That was a mistake. He starts to do just that, and I finally stop him. “Doc, that was me being snarky.”

  “Oh, my apologies. I’ll ring you in the morning.”

  “Thanks.” I end the call and stand there. Eventually, someone’s going to deliver food to me, and I really shouldn’t be butt-ass naked when they do. I shuffle over to the wardrobe and find my robe they gave me and pull it on. I start to tie it closed and realize if I do that, it’ll rub against my cock and balls. They’re not painful, exactly, but it’s an uncomfortable oversensitivity. Combined with how engorged everything feels, I’d rather have as little contact down there as possible.

  I’d also rather not sit yet, if necessary.

  So I stand there by the cabin door and await the food’s arrival so I can let them in.

  My stomach is now growling nonstop.

  Once the food arrives, I loosely belt my robe closed just enough to be decent when I let the valet in. He sets the tray on my table for me and I stop him before he can leave. “Sorry, but can I get a second order of that coming? I didn’t realize how hungry I was going to be when I ordered that.”

  He smiles. “Absolutely.”

  “Just bring it in when you come back. Please don’t make me get up again. I’m a little, eh…” I just point.