Smuggled Goods

Content warning: dubcon, size difference, alien dicks, mc carrying an alien parasite, semi-sexwork, forced cheating, cis man penetrated by alien males

Author note: someone wrote me a very nice comment about how much they enjoyed my stories and how much they wished they could be in one so I decided to use his name for this. Hope you enjoy, Greg! XD

Running a small-time cargo transport business wasn't easy, but Greg and his wife, Jess, usually made a decent living off it.

Usually.

They'd had a bad run of luck the past couple of jobs-- clients out in the colonies dying before they even arrived with their goods, rogue meteor strike, engine trouble... and now they were short on money to pay the docking fees at Station-5 where they were set to pick up their next job.

"

Please

," Greg begged the dock-master, Drak. A human male of average height and decent build, Greg was absolutely dwarfed by the alien. He had no idea what species Drak was, but he was at least seven feet tall with shoulders Greg could swear were as wide as

he

was tall.

All heavy, corded muscle under blue skin, Drak had a flat, square face that didn't sport much in the way of a nose, and two long, thick tentacles in place of hair at the back of his head. They trailed over his shoulders, curling and uncurling lazily as he stared down at the human ship captain with a dark-eyed, dispassionate gaze.

"You can't pay, you can't dock," Drak answered bluntly from the window of the booth he manned a little ways from the security check one had to enter to get into the station proper.

"I can

pay

just as soon as I pick up a job inside," Greg insisted, increasingly frustrated and desperate. Station-5 was the best place in this corner of the galaxy to get above board jobs, and if he couldn't get in he had zero back-up plan.

Plus, his wife had basically told him not to come back until he figured something out, then locked the ship hatch behind him.

Picking up on the human's desperation, Drak's previously disinterested gaze turned keen. He cast a glance towards security, then leaned down a little to bring his big face closer to the human's and said, "You gotta pay, but could be

I

might hire you up front for a little job to cover your docking fees for a few days."

"Really?" Greg asked, relief swamping him briefly before reality caught up and suspicion set in. "What

kind

of job?" he asked suspiciously.

"Just need to get a little something past security. You do that for me and I'll cover your docking fees for a week. Plus, you might even make something on the other end, yeah?" When Greg continued to look distrustful, he added, "Look, I can tell you're the above board sort, so I'll tell you it's nothing dangerous. Got someone looking to avoid a few... import fees, is all. You know all about how bad import fees are, don't you?"

Greg grimaced immediately at the mention of fees and Drak grinned, revealing his sharp, white teeth. The human took a moment to weigh his options, realized he had none, then reluctantly nodded. "Alright. What is it and how am I supposed to get it past security?"

Pleased, Drak's smile widened and he jerked his head towards the door into his booth then buzzed Greg through.

The interior of the space was small and unremarkable, but the captain didn't get more than a cursory glance as Drak lead him through a second door into a warehouse packed with transport crates waiting for loading. There were only a handful of people around and none of them paid them any attention as the pair headed towards a small door on the opposite side of the large space.

This room too, was small and unremarkable-- dominated by a desk covered in computer terminals. Behind that was a chair and a couple of unlabeled crates Greg wouldn't have paid any mind to if Drak hadn't looked at them himself.

"So, what is it I have to transport?" the human prompted again nervously while the alien removed the top crate and pulled the bottom free of the wall so he could pop it open.

"This."

Drak gestured to the contents with a flourish and Greg stepped around the desk so he could see. Inside the crate was a cylindrical, glass and steel stasis pod some three feet in length, filled with a pinkish fluid and an even pinker semi-translucent... tentacle? Worm? Whatever it was reminded Greg of an earthworm but smoother and covered with bio-luminescent dots that brightened and dimmed rhythmic as a pulse. He couldn't gauge how long the thing was, as it was all twisted up on itself, coiling and squirming sluggishly in its chemical bath.

"What

is

it?" Greg asked again, more intently this time as he gazed at the creature(?) with a growing sense of unease. "And how am I supposed to get a pod that big past security?"

"

I

can barely pronounce the name, which means you

definitely

can't, so don't worry about it," Drak remarked blandly. "As for how you're smuggling it- we're doing it the old fashioned way: inside you."

Greg blanched as his greatest fears were confirmed. He wasn't an idiot, he knew Drak didn't intend to put the entire pod inside of him--it was much too large.

No, the alien fully intended Greg should smuggle the worm in via his

stomach

.

Gaze locked on the lazily undulating creature in the pod, Greg felt himself break out in a sweat. "I-- they have full body scanners at the checkpoint, there's no way they won't notice something like that!"

Drak barked a laugh, a sharp, menacing smile overtaking his features. "Not if its inside a

human

host," he explained. "See, the worm's structure reads almost identical to human intestines-- once its inside you the scanners won't be able to tell where it begins and you end." He laughed again and slapped Greg on the shoulder, "I've been waiting ages to find a human to do this job for me-- the buyer was getting real impatient. Everything goes right and I'm sure you'll get a big tip from him. Speaking of which...lets get you prepped."

Greg's eyes had still been locked on the worm until he felt the alien's hand slide from his shoulder and down his back to palm his ass. His touch was like an electric shock and the human twisted and tried to pull away. "W-wait, I didn't agree yet. I don't--" he began, but too late.

In one quick movement, Drak's other hand grabbed Greg by the back of the neck and pushed him down so he was bent double over the desk, cheek pressed into its cold, smooth surface.

"You really think you got a choice?" Drak asked, voice low as he leaned down to speak directly in Greg's ear while he continued to grope and massage his ass-- big, thick fingers teasing the human's hole through the fabric of his pants. "What else are you gonna do to pay the docking fees on that junker of yours? Beg up and down the bays for spare change?" He chuckled low in his chest while he reached around to unbuckle Greg's belt and added, "Guess you could always whore yourself out-- shouldn't have to turn more than a dozen or so tricks to cover your fees. Humans go for a real high price down on deck forty-two but you won't get those prices for a quickie behind some crates, will you? Plus you'll have to watch for security-- they frown on that kind of thing if you're not paying them their cut, you see."

The hopelessness of the situation settled over Greg and he knew the alien was right. What else was he supposed to do?

When he didn't object again, Drak huffed a laugh and yanked down Greg's pants, exposing his ass to the cool air of the office and making the man gasp and squirm. The big, rough hand on Greg's neck remained, but the other left him for a moment, rummaged around in a drawer, then returned with slick fingers to swab over the tight pucker of his asshole.

This was all going way too fast, Greg thought but couldn't get any words out. Drak was about to put an entire alien worm up his ass but all the man could think about was the rough press of blunt fingers against his hole.

His words came back, however, when he heard Drak unzip his pants.

Startled, the captain managed to twist just enough in the alien's grip to get a look behind him in time to see Drak pull his cock out through his fly. It wasn't like a human dick-- it was purplish with a flat, blunt head and ridges along the shaft. It was

thick,

too, almost as thick as Greg's wrist and he flinched and squirmed when he felt that blunt, fleshy head press against his hole.

"W-wait!" he gasped, thrashing fruitlessly against the must stronger male's grasp. Not only did Drak still have him by the neck, but he'd taken up a place directly behind his hips and planted his other hand in the middle of the human's back. "Please, I-I've never taken anything like that, you'll break me!"

Rather than be put off, however, Drak seemed thrilled at the news. "Real virgin human hole, seriously? My lucky fucking day!"

Greg wasn't certain he qualified as an anal 'virgin', considering he'd used fingers on himself before, but considering the absolutely massive girth of Drak's dick, he might as well be, to all intents and purposes.

Whatever it was Drak had spread on his hole seemed to warm and relax the tight ring of muscle, but the slow, agonizing breach of the fat, blunt head of the alien's dick left Greg yowling like a cat in heat between stints of begging the alien to stop.

He's going to rip me in half!

Greg thought as he writhed beneath the hard press of Drak's hands. He'd never felt anything like what he was now as Drak began to push against him, grinding his hips so the head of his cock pressed hard against the tight pucker of his hole. Slowly the ring began to soften and spread, working open wider and wider until, finally, the head of Drak's dick popped inside and held him forcefully open with the girth of his ridged shaft.

The suddenness of it dragged a scream from Greg, who was sweating heavily and panting for breath now while he gripped at the edge of the desk with white-knuckled hands.

"Fuuuuuck," Drak groaned and remained still for a moment. Greg was too out of it to get a look at the alien's face but the tone of his voice was one of pure ecstasy. Unable to control his reflexes, Greg tightened around him and the alien moaned again, only just barely bouncing his hips to tease the human's hole with a little movement. "Feels like you're

milking

me, boy! You want my cock that much? Want my seed in you that bad you little human slut?"

"N-no," Greg stammered, eyes threatening to roll back in his head as the alien pushed in a little deeper so the head of his dick dragged over the human's prostate. The hard press of turgid alien flesh against the rarely touched bundle of nerves was enough to make Greg come immediately, hips jerking reflexively so his own dick slapped against the front of the desk as he spilled his load directly onto the floor.

The sight was enough to make Drak laugh. "You say no but look at you come just from being penetrated! I know your type-- a breeding bitch disguised as a stud! You might have a cock but all you want is to spread your legs and get used by other males, don't you, bitch? Sluts like you

love

being raped-- no matter what your mouth says, your body tells all! You can't get enough!"

On the last word, Drak slammed his hips forward until they slapped sharply against Greg's ass, driving his cock deep into the confines of the human's body, touching him in places he'd never before been touched.

Greg screamed at the violation but, at the same time, stopped struggling to fight his way free altogether. With almost twelve inches of thick, hot alien dick up his ass, he simply gave up any notion of resisting, let alone escaping.

"There's a good little he-bitch," Drak crooned approvingly as he immediately noticed the change. "Guess you know your place after all." The alien dragged his hips back until only the head of his cock remained inside of Greg, pulling a low, pitiful moan from the human, then slammed into him again with a vicious thrust that forced a scream out of the man. He repeated this over and over until the noises coming from Greg were little more than incoherent whimpers and gasps and he smiled. "Damn but human hole really

is

the best in the galaxy. You know I'd have to pay ten thousand creds down on deck forty-two for some authentic human hole?

Virgin

goes for ten times that! Really is my lucky damn day!"

Greg didn't respond-- in fact, he could hardly understand the words coming out of the alien's mouth, he was too distracted by the sensations threatening to overwhelm him.

The pain had begun to fade and was replaced by the hot, slick slide of Drak's ridged cock in and out of his abused hole. He felt an unfamiliar,

euphoric

sense of fullness when the alien was fully sheathed inside of him, followed by an agonizing emptiness when he pulled out again. Fortunately, he always pounded right back in and as the feeling went on and on Greg wondered if the massive girth of Drak's cock wouldn't pull his guts inside out when he finally withdrew completely.

Was this considered cheating on his wife, he wondered dizzily as the alien continued to rape him, taking ruthless pleasure in the warm, tight comfort of his helpless body. Well, she'd

told

him to figure something out and now he was bent double over a desk while a huge, burly alien male mounted him like a prize breeding bitch beneath a hound. She couldn't blame him, right? Drak was twice his size and felt

so good

as he leaned down to wrap both his powerful arms around Greg's neck so the alien's heavily muscled chest was pressed flush against his back, weight pressing him hard into the desk while he fucked hard into him.

Vision beginning to tunnel as the tight press of Drak's massive bicep against the column of his throat cut off his air, Greg began to moan loudly, fully submitting to the pleasure of being an alien's fuck toy. Being so completely dominated was something the human had never experienced before and now, distantly, he wondered how he had ever lived without it. What was the point of using his own dick when his hole was such a perfect receptacle for a another male? Human's weren't the smallest of the sentient species out there, but there were plenty, like Drak, who were significantly larger. Wasn't it only right for he, the smaller, weaker male to serve someone so much bigger and stronger? It was the law of nature that the strong should take from the weak-- for a small male like him to be raped into submission by one so superior to him in every way.

It certainly

felt

right.

"H-harder," he mumbled breathlessly.

"Hm?"

"Harder," Greg gasped louder. "Rape me harder!"

"That's my boy! Finally realized your place in the galaxy, huh, bitch? Finally able to recognize your betters?" Drak said and pulled out all at once.

The sensation was enough to make Greg yell again, but then the alien rolled him over onto his back and picked him up like he weighed nothing at all. Greg's legs automatically wrapped around Drak's waist and he felt his back collide with the nearest wall a breath before Drak thrust his cock up into his ass once more.

The new angle dragged an animal cry from the human and he went completely incoherent at the brutality that ensued. Drak pounded into him full force, the slap of his hips against Greg's ass loud in the otherwise quiet room while their frantic breaths mingled in the narrow space between their bodies.

"Fuck me!" Greg pleaded pathetically, suddenly, inexplicably desperate to have the alien ruin his hole. Getting raped by the massive alien had brought out something in the human he'd never realized was there before- a craven, slavish desire to be savaged by bigger, stronger males than himself. "Ruin me! Make me your whore!"

"Careful what you wish for," Drak grunted with a vicious smile then came with a groan and a stuttering jerk of his hips.

Was all seed so hot, Greg wondered as Drak pumped a thick, heavy load into his belly, or was that a trait unique to Drak's species? Whatever the case it was pure bliss to the cock-starved, submissive little human as he rode the alien, tightening around him in an attempt to milk him for every last drop.

Eventually, Drak turned and lowered Greg back onto his desk, face up this time, then gingerly pulled out, careful not to let too much of his cum escape in the process.

"

Fuck

that was good," he said, panting a little as he tucked himself away then turned to root around in the crate and came up with what looked like a pair of calipers. "Now, this specimen's sluggish since it's been in containment so long, so we'll have to pry you open to let it in-- doesn't have the strength to force its way in on its own. That appetizer I left should tempt it in pretty quick, though."

Dick-drunk and not completely following what the alien was saying, Greg flinched and twitched when the cool, smooth metal of the calipers was pushed inside his abused, but significantly looser, hole. There was a ratcheting sound and the weakened ring of muscle was prized open half an inch at a time until Greg's ass was gaping open for all the world to peer directly inside of him.

"Oh god, oh god stop," he groaned, cock twitching at the sensation, but Drak ignored him as he turned towards the crate and began to decant the creature inside the pod.

"Much as I enjoyed myself, you're not just here to get dicked down, slut, remember?" Drak chided him when he turned around again, worm coiled, wet and glistening, around his hand and forearm.

Seeing it, Greg tried to pull away again, but the calipers holding his ass open made it difficult so he didn't get far before Drak planted his free hand on the human's stomach and held him in place. "Keep still, now, shouldn't take long."

Stomach tight with trepidation, Greg propped himself up on his elbows and stared along the length of his body to where Drak leaned down between his bare, parted thighs, to watch the alien lower the worm towards him. The man couldn't quite see what happened after that, but he felt something cool, wet, and fleshy graze against his gaping hole. He gasped at the feeling and would have pulled away again if Drak's hand hadn't still been planted firmly on his belly.

"Go on, now," the alien coaxed the strange creature as it lolled sluggishly against Greg's entrance. Suddenly, it surged forward inside of him by several inches and it was Greg's turn to squirm.

It was a strange, unnatural sensation that made the human gasp and yelp, though that turned into a yell as it slithered deeper inside. "Oh god!" he gasped, back arched and hands white knuckled as he grasped at the edges of the desk. It reached the deepest point Drak's cock had reached and lingered there a moment before seeming to gain strength and forge its way further in.

"There we go-- got a meal in and now it's got some energy back," Drak remarked more to himself than Greg as he watched its progress.

The 'meal', Greg realized, was the cum Drak had pumped into him just moments before, which had now been absorbed by the worm, giving it the energy to force its way up the human's digestive track towards his stomach.

The feeling was like nothing Greg had ever felt before, and he wasn't sure he had the words to describe. It wasn't his guts that felt the invasion so much as the tissue around it, and when he looked down at his stomach, he was both sickened and unreasonably aroused to realize he could track its progress by the way the surface of his belly shifted and bulged. He felt full and yet more kept coming, undulating hypnotically as it slithered and squirmed its way through his guts.

The whole experience was deeply unnerving but undeniably pleasurable as whatever ooze it secreted numbed any pain and left only pleasure in its wake. The weight of it was unsettling to his mind but strangely grounding for his body, like it was satisfying some previously unidentified need in him left unfulfilled until now.