Human Collection Vessel

"Well, we all have our journeys, that guy may be a jerk, but I guess I don't know what he's going through-OOooh." He half grunted out the last word as the probe inside once again pressed hard against his prostate, forcing some more fluid out which dripped from his cock.

The technician responded as if he hadn't noticed, or maybe he hadn't. "Yes, but this contract... It is not for a conventional hosting, they told you this yes?" The tech was now staring at him directly.

"Sure. It sounds like my job is basically to, uh, be a sample collector?" The liquid was draining again and it felt like the ridges and bumps on the probe were beginning to shrink as well.

"Yes, but... yes, that is correct, it is just... it does not seem right. You are ok with this?" The tech pressed some buttons and sure enough, the probe finished pumping and shrinking and Kurt could feel it sliding out of his ass back into its den beneath the chair and then his ass cheeks coming back together again as the cushions returned to their original configuration. The technician handed him a towel which Kurt used to clean himself and then hopped off the table.

"As long as it's not going to injure me and the check clears, a job's a job," he responded.

The technician thought about this for a moment, possibly reading the translation more carefully, then it held out its fist and the two bumped. "You have an enlightened attitude about this, Kurt Sanderson. A job is indeed a job." He looked over at the door to the waiting room, then back.

"Very well, then it's time for the next phase. Are you ready?"

Kurt took a breath, let it out. "I think I'm as ready as I'll ever get. Where do you need me?"

The technician pointed back at the chair on which he'd been sitting.

"There, but first..." he touched his controls and the padded structure began to shift again, arms pushing out and others retracting until finally, it had padded parts down lower then others, a flat area in the middle and some parts that had been arranged into what looked like a hold. He started at it, trying to understand how someone would sit on it.

"Is it for me or the client?" he finally asked. The hazen technician, silently pointed at him, and then part of the chair and suddenly he saw it, understood the function.

"I put my head...." he pointed. The tech nodded.

"And my knees... ok." He took a breath, then climbed up onto the chair/platform on his knees. He pushed his head through the hole and placed his arms into the arm-shaped guides off to each side. His stomach was resting on the seat cushions and he wondered idly if the noddle/probe that worked on him each time he came here was still in the sit in front of him or not. As he mused about this, there was a sudden click and he felt his arms lock into place via the same field that usually held his pelvis in place. At the same time, the knee rests moved apart and swung open and now he was truly exposed, his ass hanging out, arms locked in place, and head held motionless by the padded cavity up front. Another platform was just above him so he felt like he was stuck inside a couch.

Behind him, he could hear the technician open the door to the waiting room and speak to the occupant inside. There was some murmuring he couldn't make out, then a moment later he heard the hazen return to his station. Also in the room was either two people or-

"I use this?" The radak's voice was unmistakable. One of those giant hands grabbed his ass and pulled it off to the side, apparently inspecting.

"Yes sir, that's correct. He is a 'human' from the planet 'Earth' and a new species in Society, but his physical traits are-"

The radak cut him off. "It will be a suitable vessel for collecting my essence?"

"Yes," answered the tech, a little more slowly, "for _he_" he emphasized over it, "is an Indigo Five classified host, a highly sought contractor with a biologically neutral-"

Kurt didn't know what to think, the only words he'd ever had with this technician had been them impatient or short with him and he assumed the hazen being didn't think much of him. This was a different side, for sure.

"Very well, then let's get this over with." Kurt could hear sounds behind him and wondered when the radak would say something to him-

The creature's two giant front feet came down on the platform near his armpits and the chair creaked a little as its mass pulled itself up behind him, the one he realized protected him from being crushed.

"Are you-" he began and then grunted as something giant pushed up against his ass.

Hard.

"Hey, be careful," he began, then gritted his teeth as a giant alien cock forced its way in. Thankful for the lubrication and stretching he'd just received, nonetheless he did his best to breath deeply and relax as the radar pushed further and further into him.

"Oh god," he muttered, then groaned as the massive penis pushed past his prostate on its way deeper into him. It felt like it was never ending, it just kept pushing in further and further.

"Silence this receptacle," commanded the centaur-like being, before shoving the arm-sized tool in even deeper into his gut. After a moment, Kurt realized it wasn't even talking TO him, but to the technician ABOUT him. He opened his mouth to object, then the radak pulled out most of his length and immediately plunged it back in even harder than before. He grunted at the assault and closed his mouth, just hanging on at this point as this creature that looked almost like a horse rode HIM. If he weren't so annoyed, he knew he would find the image funny, but-

*thrust*

*thrust*

The alien began fucking him in earnest, each stroke going incredibly deep and stretching him to his limits. About once a second, the giant creature shoved its member in then pulled it out and repeated. Each thrust pulled another grunt from Kurt and he was alternately grateful for the frame that held him in place and stunned by the rough reaming he was getting at the end of this giant penis.

The technician hadn't responded immediately to the radak's rude command, but as Kurt lie there getting pounded, he finally heard the hazan speak.

"You will treat the human with more respect than that, Administrator Klevin. Your business is valuable to us, but not more valuable than our hosts." His tail, Kurt could see shakily between thrusts, was sticking straight up.

"Oh be quiet," the big alien said, then grunted as he drove his member deep into the human. There was an audible slap against his buttocks as the alien's hips met his cheeks. He redoubled his efforts, thrusting even faster.

"I must insist, or this session will end. We were very clear that this is a special service being provided because of your unfortunate situation, but you were also informed that you would be treating the host, uh, person acting as receptacle properly and you are not doing that."

The alien stallion ignored him, continuing its assault deep into Kurt's insides where it felt like his guts were being re-arranged in earnest.

"Very well," the hazan said, reaching to his controls and touching something. Kurt could feel part of the framework about begin to slowly move backwards, limiting the radak's reach. The penis pounding his insides penetrated a little less and less with each second and the creature overhead bellowed with fury. He could feel it trying desperately to keep going but after a few more seconds, the massive alien penis was yanked out of his body by its owner who reared up off the platform and spun around faster than he thought something that big capable of and dropped back onto all fours, facing the technician.

"You dare!" it yelled. It moved closer, stopped, shaking and barely, it seemed, in control of it's rage. "YOU FUCKING DARE?!"

To his credit, the technician stood his ground, not moving. "If you wish to continue, you will apologize and begin treating your human host correctly. If you do not, your will be asked to leave and you will not be refunded the..." he paused, nodded, "the _sizeable_ fee you've paid. It is your choice, Administrator."

The radak executive stood, breathing hard, for almost half a minute. In that time, two more hazan orderlies from the clinic joined the technician. Whether they'd been called or had noticed the commotion, Kurt couldn't tell, but he did know from experience that the staff often watched procedures out of interest so there was no reason to believe that had changed for this unusual job. Maybe it had even driven closer attention.

He panted, catching his breath after the hard pounding, harder than anything he'd experience in the months since taking this job, and he'd been through some amazing experiences pinned by various creatures who paid a substantial fee to make use of his biologically ideal hosting body for their offspring. It wasn't a job he'd ever thought he'd have or, for that matter, had even known existed before leaving Los Angeles for Feiden, but here he was. Boy, if only his teachers could see him now, he thought, wide-open ass leaking lubricant as he lie pinned inside a machine designed to protect him from a ton of angry, bestially mating alien not-horse.

Finally, it spoke, this time in a lower, more measured tone. "I..." it began, paused, then started again. "I have asked for one thing in this position, and that was the promise that when it was time, I would be able to attend my mate during her fertility cycle." It stood there, and Kurt could now see the penis that had been ramming into him for the first time. It bobbed up and down in place with the radak's heartbeat. It was remarkably similar looking to what he thought a horse's would look like, but slightly pointier in front. He vaguely remembered from some ancient internet expedition that the Earth creature's genitals were much flatter and he felt a wave of relief that the one's almost arm-sized organ didn't have that feature. It was dripping with a little more than the lubricant it had pulled from Kurt's guts and he wondered if the being had been close to cumming.

"That's not our problem, Administrator," the technician continued, the defacto representative of the clinic now. "Nor is it anything we control, we're not your company and we aren't the ones who told you that you'd have to stay on Feiden longer than you planned. We're trying to _help_ you, and we told you what we could do to allow you to get your genetic material to her in time for fertilization during this reproductive window. That option is still open, but you will need to treat the human newcomer, the one who is serving to help you meet your cultural and religious requirements, better than you have so far today."

The radak waved its arms in obvious frustration and paced in place. That giant penis continued to bob up and down and Kurt, now breathing almost normally and beginning to feel a little touch of soreness from his ass, couldn't believe he was still hard even as he argued with the staff. Aliens really were different, he thought to himself.

"You have my credits! I've paid for this service, how can you stand there and tell me I can't get that for which I've paid?!" The translator buds in Kurt's ears put the words in a tone that was half outrage, have pleading.

"We are willing to provide the contracted service," the technician began, then pausing, looked to Kurt. "...assuming the host- the person who is performing the receptacle function to _assist_," he emphasized, "you in getting your genetic material to your mate while honoring _your_ cultural prohibitions on fully artificial collection... assuming that HE is still willing to give you another chance. Once again, this is an intelligent being who has extended the willingness to provide an extraordinary service to you, and whether or not-"

"It is a newcomer! This creature's species has barely entered Society, they have no colonies beyond their home world, no economic influence." The creature raised its hands in frustration. "Yes, I took the time to look his species up, they have nothing to offer and have no marketable skills, barely more than talking animals. They are-"

"THEY ARE," the technician interrupted loudly before continuing in a normal voice, "new to Society, yes, but in the months I've worked with this individual, he has shown nothing but professionalism and has been a responsible host to several couples." Kurt knew his jaw was hanging open, but he didn't care. The hazen technician had never said or done anything to give him the impression he did anything other than annoy it. "His first clients are an influential Praden couple and their pupa that he hosted is doing so well that they have requested his services again." The radak cocked his head and opened his mouth to speak but the hazen continued, cutting him off pre-emptively. "That couple is Marva and Gelvin of Trans-System Logistics and they consider him a personal friend as well, not just a 'barely talking animal'. He is also, as you should keep in mind, an Indigo Five classified surrogate, literally the most biologically flexible and suitable host type. His willingness to serve in this role is of great benefit to many including yourself with the strict requirements surrounding the collection of your sample."

The radak stood, silent, seemingly at a loss for words. The hazen continued.

"I, personally, would not wish for such a couple to hear that I had mistreated their friend, but beyond that, were I in your position I would take a moment to consider again the service this being, this _human_," he emphasized, "is providing to you. Without their assistance, you would not be able to provide your mate with child this cycle and I would, again personally, be grateful for that instead of..." The monkey-like technician waved his hands at Kurt in a very human-like gesture, "all of this, what you have been doing."

"I-" The radak executive stopped, breathed deeply, then lowered his head. He stood there for a moment, then another. Finally, he spoke.

"Very well. I... I apologize." Before the hazen technician could open his mouth, he turned to Kurt and lowered his head so they were looking at each other face-on. The alien's breath smelled like cinammon, the human thought to himself inexplicably. "Human Kurt Sanderson of Earth, I ask your forgiveness. You are not the cause of this situation in which I find myself, and I am in error taking out my frustrations on you and," he indicated the hazen staff, "the others here."

He stood. "If you all will give me a second chance, I would be grateful. My behavior has... I am not satisfied with how I treated you all, and again, I apologize. If you choose to eject me, I will understand." He shook his body, looked upwards at the ceiling and, Kurt thought, maybe towards his home where his mate waited. "This situation is of my own making. I could have scheduled this assignment differently but I- it doesn't matter, I will abide by your decision."

Turning, the large, horse-sized being walked through the door into the waiting room, his prodigious reproductive organ still bobbing at full extension. From this angle, Kurt could now see what looked like two giant testicles at the base. It really was remarkable, the similarities between Earth horses and-

"Kurt Sander- _Mister_ Sanderson," the tech started again, using an honorific for the first time since they'd met. "It is your decision. Your fee will be paid to you regardless, of course, but the choice on whether or not to, as the... client... said, give him 'another chance' is completely yours." The hazen bowed his head slightly. "I know that you and I have not spoken much or, I think, had much of a relationship beyond our brief sessions here, but I feel it important to let you know that I meant what I said. You are indeed very new to Society, but you are nonetheless a professional and worthy of more respect than you received." He paused, hesitating, then added "....from me as well, not just from Administrator Klevin."

Kurt was stunned. He'd never imagined any form of this conversation before. He had woken this morning in his apartment thinking he understood his place in Society, and over the space of a few minutes, all of his assumptions had been turned upside down.

He also, for that matter, never expected to have this kind of transformative conversation while secured inside a padded breeding harness, nude body held in place with a slightly sore ass spread open for all to see while some alien lubricant slowly ran down his perineaum.

It was a day of contrasts.

"I," he began, then coughed, swallowed, and tried again. "I... am willing to complete this service for the client. I am a little sore, though, so if there's anything..." he trailed off. The hazen bobbed its tail up and down in a fashion he had learned was equivalent to nodding and then placed a hand on one of the orderlies who had started to move towards the confined human.

"I will take care of this," he told the startled orderly, then pulled a small, flexible tube from a nearby shelf along with one of the six-fingered flexible gloves the hazen used in this field. He pulled it on and squirted some gel from the tube as he walked behind Kurt's suspended form. The human jerked slightly at the cold when he felt the technician spread some of the gel around his anus and then held his breath as the long, simian finger slid inside. He felt the tech pull it out a couple times to get more of the soothing and lubricating gel before sliding back in and gasped once when that long finger found his prostate. A moment later, it returned and pressed it again and he felt his penis spring to life. Was that on purpose?

"Please tell Administrator Klevin that he may return, that the human has agreed to allow him to complete his deposit." With one more light touch to his prostate that couldn't be an accident, the hazen technician slipped his long finger out of Kurt's ass and returned to his station, pulling off the glove and dropping it into a receptacle and touched a control on the panel. Kurt could feel and hear the platform above him returning to the original position.

A moment later, the door opened and the orderly who had taken the message to the waiting room returned with a suitably mollified radak in tow. The tall, muscular being addressed Kurt again.

"Thank you, Kurt Sanderson. I appreciate your kindness."

Kurt nodded as best he could from the awkward angle, arms still restrained and bent in half on the breeding stand but feeling much better about the whole thing regardless. "It's no problem, let's do this."

The radak barked startled laughter. "'No problem', oh human, I definitely underestimated you and am grateful for your grace. Yes indeed, let us 'do' this." With that, he nodded once more towards the bound human in respect and turned, walking back behind him once again. As he did, the human stared at the giant penis. THAT was going back into him? He mentally gave thanks to the technology that was able to prepare his body appropriately for-

Those tremendous feet dropped into place on either side of him again and he could feel the stand shake slightly as the tremendous mass of the alien being dropped onto it from above. There was a slight breeze he could feel from the bare skin of his posterior and then, the wet, pointed tip of the radak cock lightly touched his ass then began to slide directly in, lubricated by the gel.

Kurt began to breath slowly and deeply as the massive organ sank deeper and deeper back into him. This time was definitely different, he didn't feel like he was being punched in the gut by it. Above him, he could hear the radak client whispering to itself and his translator couldn't make out more than a few words, but he got the impression it was speaking words meant for its distant mate as if it were here. "We will be together in more ways than this soon, my dear," was the only thing that came through clearly and then he was distracted from listening as the huge head and then a lump behind it pushed past his already swollen prostate. He groaned at the sudden pleasure. The insertion stopped.