THEY CAME IN OUTER SPACE!!!
(AUTHOR'S NOTE: So this is my first shot at something non-hetero. Trying to expand myself a bit. Honestly not sure if I'm going to continue this story or not, but I wanted to throw it out there. If it does continue, it'll probably ensue into bisexual hijinks but I'm not sure if you'll like this story or not. Let me know and thanks for reading.)
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Lieutenant Isaac Irons woke up slowly, his head pounding to notify him that he had in fact
not
died in the explosion of Area 51. He truthfully didn't feel like that was entirely a good thing but it wasn't like he had any choice in the matter. As terrible as the incident was, as many lives as were lost, it was all necessary in the end. All part of the plan of the recently-created United Earth Defense Force. He just
really
wished he hadn't been a survivor of the Elves' attack. Especially not with the agonizing pain every part of his body he was aware of was in.
"Fuck..." Isaac groaned as he tried to lift himself up, only to find that he was pinned down by the rubble of the aircraft hangar he had been patrolling. He looked around at the destruction wrought on the hangar, the rest of the base outside and upon himself. Despite the horror around him, he could only continue respond in the same manner. "
Everything
got broken. Fucking great."
"Over here! Life reading in this direction!" he heard a feminine voice shout. It was happening pretty much like he'd been told it would and coughed loudly. He couldn't help checking for blood and was thankful when his hand came back from covering his mouth without any new stains on it. Now he just hoped that they would hear him and take the bait...which happened to be him in this case. The footsteps he heard rapidly approaching told him that they would.
"I see someone! Over this way!" another voice, male surprisingly, shouted. The footsteps got louder as he tried to keep his breathing steady and before long he was surrounded by three Elven soldiers in their weird, green and white suits that look like what the 80s thought futuristic spacesuits were going to look like. Irons fought the urge to laugh at the irony, in case the movement it would cause the rubble precariously pinning him down to start crushing him instead.
"Do you think he will still be of use?" one of them said to the others.
"He should be." another one replied while waving a small device back and forth over his body. "He will need to be extensively healed though. We should get him carefully back to the ship. Make sure to make a note to leave any interrogation until after his body has completely healed up."
"Got it." the last one said before pulling out some weird gun-like device. They pointed it at the rubble on top of his body and it started to slowly float away from him. Irons dared to allow himself a large gasp of air as he felt the pressure on his body lighten.
"He's still alert. Hey, put him to sleep. I'd rather not deal with an injured prisoner trying to futilely fight his way to a freedom that isn't coming." the first one said to the one with the scanner. They nodded and pulled out yet another small device, this one with a needle coming out of the end of it. Irons flinched as the needle came close to him, his old phobia in full force.
"Wait, no! No need..." he tried to say through the pain but was unable to finish before the needle sunk into his shoulder. One little pinch that he overreacted to and the world quickly fell dark around him. He briefly heard the muffled sounds of talking and laughter in his last few moments of consciousness before the darkness overtook him completely.
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Isaac grumbled to himself as he rolled over onto his side in his half- asleep state, unwilling to open his eyes just yet after finally getting some sleep. He reached up to grab whatever he had bundled up for a pillow only to find himself touching an oddly warm, metal floor. Panic filled him as he suddenly shot awake, eyes wide open in a split second to find himself definitely
not
at the hangar base he had been assigned to last week.
His memory took a second to come back but he remembered. The explosion, the building around him collapsing on top of him and the incredible pain he found himself in once he had managed to wake up. He took a second to look himself over and the strangeness only increased. Not only was he stark-raving naked, every single scar and bruise that
should
have been there was completely gone. Even his older scars from basic training and a bad bike accident he'd had as a kid were nowhere to be found.
"Okay, that's fuckin' weird." he said aloud as he slowly stood up to see where he was. It was a large, metal room with nothing in it. No bed, no toilet...not even a door or like an opening with a force field or something. Just a big, empty, metal cube with his naked ass in it and absolutely nothing else. If he didn't know any better, he'd guess that he had been shoved into a big storage container. Hell, for all he knew maybe that's
exactly
what happened.
"Oh, the specimen is awake. Quick, somebody go inform the Ship Leader." he heard a male voice say from absolutely nowhere and everywhere at once. It sounded
way
too clear to be coming from a speaker and that was fucking with his head something fierce. Thankfully, an entire side of the wall seemed to sort of dissolve away and Isaac got the first look of any known human of an elf uncovered by their space suits.
A male walked in, tall and skinny and with
completely
indigo skin, with an air of superiority that made Isaac just want to slap him down a peg or two. He was wearing a long coat that left his hairless chest completely bare and a pair of slacks that looked like they were made out of silk or satin or some other equally soft, plush material. There wasn't any sort of insignia or marking that Isaac could see that would indicate any sort of rank or position, which infuriatingly meant that much less information for Isaac to go off of. Once again, he
really
wished he hadn't been the one who survived the damn attack. That prick, Higgins, would have been a lot better at this whole detective shtick than he was.
"Fuck the universe
and
it's sense of humor." Isaac whispered under his breath as the male elf came in and stopped several feet away. The elf cocked his eyebrow as Isaac stood there as relaxed as possible. Clearly, Isaac was being judged for something.
"Are you so low that you lack the basic modesty to cover yourself appropriately when faced with a superior?" the male said to Isaac as though he were literally a nobleman speaking to a peasant in medieval times. Isaac blinked at the sheer absurdity of it, his brain nearly short-circuiting as it fought itself whether to laugh or growl at the pointy-eared douche. Of course when a decision couldn't be reached, it went straight for the default option...sarcasm.
"Are you seriously bitching about me being butt naked after
you
all are the ones who took my fucking clothes away in the first place?" Isaac said as he placed his hands on his hips and subtly thrust his groin towards his captor. "This was
your
decision, not mine. Sorry you don't like the consequences."
The elf male scrunched his face in disgust, which forced Isaac to fight the urge to fist pump at getting such a great reaction from this guy. The male quickly regained his composure and pulled a small, remote-like device from a pocket inside of his long coat. Isaac couldn't hear the click of a button, only the slightest movement of fingers before the remote was quickly tucked away again. He looked around and wondered why nothing seemed to be happening while the elf stood there patiently.
Suddenly, the metal in the room started shifting around and rearranged itself into some Frankenstein-esque laboratory setup. Isaac jumped back with a surprised yelp as a table or something started to rise from underneath him, only to get quickly shoved back onto the table by a firm hand pushing on his back. He didn't even have the chance to try and get away as his wrists and ankles became bound to the thing that was forming underneath him like a Lego-building video playing in fast forward. In less than a minute, he found himself bound to something Isaac would define as a bondage psychiatric chair and comfortably bent over in a
very
compromising position.
"You speak to Torturer Growl,
human
. Know your place." the elf, Growl apparently, said to him as he walked around the rest of the lab as it continued its rapid construction. Isaac snickered, unable to believe a man named Growl had just unironically introduced himself like that.
"Bent over kinky furniture in front of pointy indigo-colored ears. Place known. What's the next question? Because I swear if you ask my sign..." Isaac said before he busted out laughing once again despite how dire the situation objectively was. The whole thing was insane and he frankly felt that his only real option at this point was to embrace the crazy and try to ride everything out until he could properly go ahead with the mission Area 51 had been sacrificed to allow.
He heard an annoyed groan come from Growl behind him and allowed himself a victory grin. The self-proclaimed Torturer was apparently doing his best to ignore the wave of sarcasm as he paced back and forth across the metal floor. Isaac tried to twist his head around enough to see but the elf was moving pretty quickly and with a clear purpose. It honestly reminded him of the times his friends would bring him to kink clubs and he'd watch Doms run around to prepare everything they needed for a show. Although given that his captor preferred the term Torturer to Daddy, Isaac was pretty sure this was going to lean more towards the excruciating pain side of things.
"Torturer's log, Growl speaking. About to begin probe scan of subject, one Earth human male. First, a generous helping of contrast to aid in allowing the probe passage into the subject
and
allow for a more complete scan on internal structure." Growl said aloud right before Isaac felt something very cold get smeared onto his asshole. He couldn't help the very undignified yelp that came out of him but thankfully he wasn't really all that easy to shame or humiliate.
