It had all happened like a blur. The attack on our ship. The aliens, Zilnians, boarding us. The firefight. My capture.
The Zilnians were a perverted race, taking the most effeminate male from a ship they captured, and making them their... servants. They themselves were tall, bulky, brutish. With skin like sapphire, and besides the clawed hands, human-like features.
I weakly tried to struggle against the grip one of them had on my arm, but it was futile. It was too strong, with a grip like iron. I was sure it was going to bruise my whole upper arm just holding it. That would be my fate though, I realised, subject to the rough grabs and gropes of these aliens, among other things...
I was tossed into a cell as I heard the Zilnians ships engines hum back to life. Leaving the ship I had served on behind and in ruins.
A bit about me, I was 19 and on my first outer space mission, as a waiter in the mess hall. It wasn't glamourous but I had failed my Space Fleet exams and was desperate to get off Earth. Catering was a back door of sorts to seeing the galaxy, if only I hadn't been so adventurous. I stood at 5 foot 3 with a slim frame and smooth skin. I had a mop of brown hair which always got in my eyes, which meant I had to wear a hair net when I was working.
I was thinking over all the decisions that got me here when the cell door opened. The brute that stood before me was easily 6 foot 5, the average height for his species, and ordered me up with a grunt. My legs shook as I stood up. I knew that if I complied rather than resisted, I would be treated more gently. It lead me down the ship's halls, others of its kind turned their heads and eyed me with lust, my face heated up as I heard cat calls in my direction. We finally got to a door and the brute stopped me.
The door opened to reveal a large room, with blue curtains on the window and matching carpet and bedsheets on a bed twice the size of a king sized bed. The captain's quarters. In the room was a large Zilnian, 7 foot tall and naked, revealing well sculpted muscles and a 12 inch cock which made my ass tense just looking at it.
"Enter." The captain growled at me. I nervously obeyed, taking slow steps into his quarters. "Strip." He commanded again. "I want to see my prize."
My shirt was torn from the rough grabbing I had been subject to in my capture, so I peeled that off first. The captain hummed in approval and motioned with his eyes for me to take the rest off. I slipped out of my brown trousers and underwear in one motion, I didn't want to try his patience. Now I was naked in front of the alien who had taken me from my job, my ship. My arms instinctively wanted to cover my small penis and balls, but again I didn't want to try the captain's patience. I saw his cock twitch up as he stood up to get a closer look. He circled around me, running his clawed hands gently on my chest, back, ass and finally, just above my dick.
"I like what I see, boy." The captain grinned at me. "I am captain J'nar of the Zilnian imperial fleet, but you will call me Master."
