Author's note: The following story is a commissioned work by someone who wished to have a storyline written in the universe of The Human Bearer, featuring a character of their choosing. Therefore, The Scarred Bearer is the story of 21-year-old Edwin Vega, who hopes for a better life by applying to become a bearer for a high-profile Xeno. It will be available for subscribers in the Silver and Superfan tiers and it will be a multi-chapter story.
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“Vega. Edwin Vega.”
He pulled the pods out of
his ears and turned his head toward the sound. A woman dressed in a sharp
charcoal suit was staring at him as if he were some insect. He pushed himself
up, overly conscious of how his combat boots most likely left unsightly marks
on the polished tiles, as he walked over to the bitchy lady in charge.
She stood in front of a
door barring the entrance. Great, this had to be the time when he was told to
fuck off. He prepared to argue since he didn’t want to return to his gang’s
hideout, tail between his legs, like a kicked mutt. Sure, his brothers wouldn’t
put him down, but they’d tease the hell out of him until they got bored or
Miguel, their de facto leader, told them to shut the fuck up.
After throwing him a
cursory look, the woman stepped out of the way, much to his surprise. She even
gestured for him to step inside while her bitch resting face never moved a
muscle.
Edwin only nodded in
acquiescence and followed her. The room they entered after crossing another
long corridor was white and unfriendly. Even the floor was white. The only
thing contrasting with the medical feel of the place was a large mahogany desk
behind which three old men dressed in black and wearing stern grimaces on their
wizened faces sat.
“Edwin Vega. Twenty-one
years old,” the woman recited. “Father, unemployed. Mother, unemployed.
Occupation: gang member.”
Edwin winced at having
his resume presented like that.
One of the old men waved
impatiently. “Undress him.”
Edwin shrugged off her
touch. “I can do it myself,” he said in a rough voice.
She seemed to get the
message and took a step back.
Undressing for weirdos
wasn’t his idea of fun. Still, seeing how Xenos were only interested in one
thing regarding human bearers, it was most likely the standard procedure to get
naked for inspection. He removed his leather jacket and jeans. He didn’t care
what they thought about his lack of underwear. Once completely naked, he stood
proudly, his legs apart, his hands in front to keep at least a bit of modesty.
“Sexual history?” another
old man asked.
“No notable encounters,”
the lady in the suit replied.
“Untouched?” the guy who
seemed to preside over that committee asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Front and back,” the
lady said in the same icy tone. “A virgin.”
Edwin felt his cheeks
getting hot. What the fuck was their problem? Yeah, he didn’t fuck, but that
was no one’s business. How the hell did they know that? As far as he knew,
those snakemen put their bearers into a heavy sleep and cut their bellies to
put their eggs inside to hatch, patching them back up after. It was like a
medical procedure. Sex wasn’t supposed to have anything to do with it.
The three men seemed
eager to consult between themselves while covering the mikes in front of them
so they could conspire without being heard. They appeared pretty excited over
the possibility that Edwin hadn’t fucked anyone. And that he hadn’t been fucked
by anyone.
It wasn’t like he didn’t
want that kind of thing. Only that it made him ill to his stomach each time he
got close to anyone, the memories of his childhood flooding his mind and
overtaking everything. The sound of the headboard hitting the wall while dirty,
ugly words were exchanged, his mom at the receiving end of all the insults born
from the gutter of the human mind. And the noises she kept on making… it made
his skin crawl. There was nowhere for him to hide from it. Not until he had
found a way, which meant running from home and finding a different family.
“That changes things, of
course,” the old man in charge said with a wolfish grin. “A request was placed
recently for someone just like that.”
end of excerpt
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AN: In the 7th episode, Tasha gets a taste of what being a human bearer on Xeno means, as Marn puts him on display for other snakemen, to be praised for his unique features.
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He hadn’t said a word out
loud, so how come Marn talked to him as if he could understand every thought
that crossed his bearer’s mind. He keened as he felt his ass stretching under
the pressure from the alien tail finding its way through his body as if it
wanted to skewer him.
But there was no pain.
These aliens knew how to treat their Earthian fucktoys. Although his mind was a
mess and trying to conjure sensations of fear, his body was a different matter.
His cock, such a puny thing compared to what the snakemen around him had under
their belts, was hard and leaking, and he could feel it bouncing against his
swelling belly with each thrust of the tail inside him.
“You are allowed to touch
his belly,” Marn said and Tasha felt right away hands and tails wrapping around
his body, feeling it. The actions were accompanied by murmurs of awe and
praises.
“Your egg will be quite
sizeable, Your Excellency,” one Xeno commented. “I am astonished by what such a
thin body can handle. He is indeed, exquisite.”
They were talking about
him as if he were cattle. But was their evaluation of him really that
farfetched? He was there to render a service, to rent his body in order to give
birth to one of those things, and he didn’t get a say on the matter. Damn, he
should have read the fine print. No point in any regrets, not while he was
getting banged so good, and his cock was shooting like there was a never-ending
source of cum inside him.
“As you can see, a wider
variety wouldn’t hurt us,” Marn explained in the voice of a school teacher, and
the other Xenos agreed noisily.
They all moved away, and
the tail inside him finally withdrew, allowing him to breathe.
“Take care of him,” Marn
ordered to the group of humans in the room.
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AN: In the 6th chapter of Tasha's story, a serious confrontation between Tasha and Xer occurs, making Tasha think of what he might not know about his owner and his fate on Xeno.
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“Hey,” he said sternly
and grabbed Xer by the arm, ignoring how funny he had to look, trying to stop
that hunk that towered two good feet above him.
Xer appeared surprised by
his boldness. He stared down at him, a deep frown etched on his pretty face.
“Do not touch me, bearer,” he hissed.
“Bearer? I thought you
didn’t have problem calling me by my name. And what’s with the attitude? What
pissed you off so much?”
Tasha had to take a step
back as Xer shook off his touch and pushed himself up even more through the
means of his tail. “Isn’t it clear to you? Whom you belong to?”
“Yes, it is,” Tasha said
with a sigh. “That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”
“Friends?” The harsh
laugh that followed was strange and hollow sounding. “We defeated you. Such a
puny race, so ill-equipped to face a war. It was so easy to overcome your
so-called defenses.”
“Okay, that’s what
happened like on a big scale and everything. But you and me, we can be--”
Tasha gasped as Xer
grabbed his wrists and held them up while pressing him against the wall. The
pretty Xeno face hovered near his.
“Your warm wet bodies are
nothing but a temporary home for our eggs. You shouldn’t even talk to me. You
shouldn’t even dare.”
Tasha had never cared for
wars, and politics, and whatnot. But this fucker was getting on his nerves big
time. “Fuck you,” he growled while keeping eye contact to show this punk that
he didn’t care about his superiority complex. “It looks to me like you need our
puny race.”
Xer pressed his muscular
tail against Tasha’s knees, making them part. His lower body rubbed against
Tasha’s. “You have no idea what will happen to you, right? You’ll learn soon.
Father is going to take you out, as promised. And then you’ll know. You’ll
never open your filthy mouth again.”
“Filthy mouth?” Tasha
choked on his own outrage at the bullshit this young Xeno was spewing. “I
remember how much you wanted this filthy mouth on that damned tail of yours.”
Xer’s eyes flashed with
anger, and Tasha closed his mouth. But it was all short-lived. His lips got
covered by a hot mouth, and he couldn’t fight it. The forked tongue penetrated
his mouth, fucking it with abandon, while his body responded as if conditioned.
“It’s your fault,” Xer
said with a sneer.
Tasha grunted as he felt
the rigid tip of the snakeman’s tail reaching between his legs and penetrating
his ass in one fell swoop. “Stop,” he gasped, “stop it right now, your
father--”
Xer laughed in his ear. “My
father should have thought better than bringing you here to make me feel like
this. I want to put all my tail inside you, until you burst.”
~end of teaser
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AN: In the 5th chapter of Tasha's story, the redhead enjoys His Royal Chancellor's attention and dreams of getting preggo. Xer is not forgotten, but, at this point, Tasha would rather have Marn not know about his fooling around with the Xeno's son.
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Resisting was not an option.
Tasha leaned into the touch and accepted everything as his Xeno master mounted
him from behind and began fucking him into the mattress with a lot more ardor
now than before.
He cried out until his voice
grew hoarse, Marn encouraging him with kisses and low whispers. The memory of
the incident began fading; in its place, there was nothing left but pleasure.
He didn’t question it, lost as he was in that tremendous state of bliss.
“Feel it,” Marn urged him on.
“Feel your womb as I’m filling it with seth and seed.”
Tasha was on all fours and
Marn held one of his hands, pressing it down his lower belly. “I don’t have a
womb,” he mumbled, despite being delirious with wanting more of that sensation
to the point that he feared he might burst.
“Oh, yes, you do,” Marn
contradicted him, “and we’ll make excellent use of it, beautiful bearer.”
Nothing like a little bit of
flattering to make him go over the edge. Tasha collapsed, face first, on the
bed, and Marn caught him in time, getting him down gently. Then, he wrapped him
in his big arms, while his tail coiled around one of Tasha’s legs.
“My belly,” Tasha whispered,
“is still full.”
“Don’t worry. Your body will
absorb it all throughout the night. In the morning, you will not be able to
tell the difference.”
He was satisfied with that
answer. He put one hand over his inflated belly and dreamed of getting pregnant
with his Xeno master.
~end of teaser
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