FISH

i’d let you use my spine as a coat rack if it meant you’d come hang with me

They’ve been fucking for awhile, but that was before he knew he had a son. After his son same out to him, telling him he was actually a boy and not a girl, dad was so supportive. He’d do anything to make his boy feel right.

“I know buck, I know. But this is how boys fuck. You’re a boy right?” He soothes, his hands running down his son’s sides. “You don’t want me to fuck you like a little girl do you? You’re supposed to be my boy. Are you my boy or my girl?”

Through gritted teeth he bites back.

“I’m a boy!”

Alien getting chased down, brought into the Captirs house. Immediately being strapped to a table or chair, and tested in any way they think will get more data. Blood, sweat, tears, arousal fluid...... anything besides getting him under and dissecting him the old fashion way, essentially.

Aaaaaalllllllliiiiiiiiiiiieeeennnnnnn whhhhoooo gets explored, finding where's sensitive and where's not-- his captor taking the opportunity of first contact. Making sure he gets to be the first to learn about tbe reproduction system, his nervous system, and generally, the whole of his mind.

Captor t . H at. ... ... . Has to get ALL the data...... letting his discovery, who's practically branded post blood-test, mount him. Learning how mating works both ways for the species- though this ones obviously an outlier.