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There had been no time to react. Kelvin's ship, the Elba, had been mapping an unknown star system. There was no indication of anything unusual. No anomalous readings. No reason to have shields up. He had been at his console, recording the composition of gasses in a nearby nebula, when suddenly he heard the klaxon wale overhead. He had just begun to hear the captain's voice shouting over the ship's comm system when the console before him dematerialized and disappeared into a haze of white. And just as he realized that it wasn't the console that had dematerialized, but Kelvin himself, he lost consciousness.
He awoke slowly, then suddenly snapped awake, lurching forward, only to be stopped short by an energy field. He was standing, in a dark, swelteringly hot space. Around him was a black, metallic frame which held him in a standing position. The frame itself was not sufficient to hold him in place. This combined with a light buzzing sound and a slight smell of ozone told Kelvin that he was being held in place with an energy field. There was no pain. In fact, Kelvin could feel a warmth at the base of his skull and a general relaxation throughout his body. Kelvin realized he had been drugged.
Kelvin wanted to panic, but he reasoned that whatever drugs were coursing through his veins were also keeping him calm. Finding movement impossible, Kelvin looked around, trying to take in his surroundings. The room was dark, but as his eyes adjusted, he found a small space made mostly of black metal bulkheads and storage drawers. The cage mount that held him was the only one in the room. He couldn't turn his head with full range of motion due to the energy field, but his limited field of vision showed no door. He reasoned it was behind him. He thought momentarily that there was another cage across the room, but quickly realized that what he was seeing was his own reflection in the mirror finish of a bulkhead. Seeing himself shocked him. He was a small, handsome, boyish man. Short black hair that waved more than it curled. Tan skin. Lightly hairy on his arms, legs, and chest. He was nude, and his cock and balls lay in a thick bush of dark hair. He noticed that his cock was erect, which he found curious. Perhaps a side effect of whatever drug he had been given. These drugs kept him from panic. And for a second, as it always did, the sight of his own naked body turned him on just a little.
The metal cage mount and energy field kept him in an unnatural position. His feet were spread about two feet apart. His arms were held up and out, perpendicular to this body. He the tuft of dark hair under each of his arms. For just a second, he could smell the faintest hint of his own body from under his on, and again, he felt a twinge of excitement in his cock. The visage he saw in the mirrored reflection of the bulkhead reminded him of the ancient earth drawings of a man, his body drawn as part of a full circle. The ideal drawn by da Vinci.
The position should have been uncomfortable. But again, Kelvin, whose field was stellar chartography, had enough medical training to understand that whatever drug he had been given must also be responsible for the total lack of pain. His mind was still a little foggy, but he snapped to attention when he heard the whoosh of an unseen door open. He heard slow steps, but he could not see who or what had entered. He heard the door close once more and while his mind knew he should be dreading the approach of his captor, he found himself unable to feel terror or fear. In a quick motion, a figure moved into his field of vision. In that moment, Kelvin's worst fear was realized. Borg.
The Borg stood very near the cage mount holding Kelvin in place. Kelvin could feel the Borg's breath on his face. It was bizarrely cold and also smelled of Ozone. Kelvin had studied the Borg just as anyone who had attended Starfleet Academy. But he had never seen one in person. He was afraid, but again the drugs kept him from reacting too fearfully. He knew what the Borg did. He knew that most people that had seen the inside of a Borg ship had not lived to tell the tale. Or worse, had been assimilated into a monstrous cybernetic killing machine themselves. Kelvin thought about screaming for help, of demanding his release, of begging for mercy, but he knew all these were, as the Borg were so fond of saying, futile. So he just looked at the terrifying Borg before him, speechless.
The Borg cocked his head slightly, seemingly taking in Kelvin's appearance. The Borg was humanoid. Possibly even human. His skin was bluish gray. His head was bald, but beginning around the top of his head and extending back was covered by a metallic skull cap with visible circuits and lights flashing. Kelvin could not lower his head fully due to the energy field, but he could lower his eyes enough to see down almost to the Borg's navel. Bizarrely, the Borg was nude, or at least shirtless. Metal strapping and metallic appliances covered various parts of his body. Once entire arm appeared to be mechanical, beginning at the shoulder. The other arm appeared to be mostly organic but with electronic attachments. The Borg's chest was visible and muscular. His large pectorals were hairy, another unusual thing for a Borg, who typically were completely lacking in any body hair. Kelvin could not see lower, but he suspected that the Borg was totally nude. Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, Kelvin felt attraction to his captor. His logical brain quickly dismissed that idea.
Just as he was processing these bizarre thoughts and the oddness of what he was seeing, the Borg turned to a panel on the nearest wall and pressed a pad. With a gentle whoosh, a previously unseen drawer opened. As the Borg turned to reach into the drawer, he was just far enough away for Kelvin to see that he was indeed nude from the waist down as well. His firm, muscular ass was pale like the rest of his skin. His legs appeared to still be organic, but each one encased in a black metallic housing, with bands running down either side. The occasional mechanical pad or electronic component protruded as the black channel rand down his legs. But his ass was firm and muscular and again, Kelvin felt a perverse attraction. When the Borg turned slightly, Kelvin saw an enormous appendage dangling between his legs. It was metallic, but more purple than black. It was similar to a humanoid penis, but on a much larger scale. Kelvin couldn't exactly tell if it was organic or mechanical. It reminded him of the oversized monster cock sex toys he kept in his nightstand back on the Elba. The enormous flaccid Borg dong intrigued him, but just as quickly, he thought for the first time of his crewmates on the Elba. What had become of them? What had become of him. And a pang of grief and dread wiped away any perverse thoughts. Then Kelvin saw it. The Borg had retrieved a device from the drawer. It looked like a cross between a dagger and a sidearm. Like some perverse Klingon torture device. It had a medical quality to it, but it was menacing. A long silver blade, studded with blinking lights, had a small scoop at the end and an aperture where Kelvin presumed assumed either something was ejected or something was collected. Either way was bad. The tool had a trigger near where the Borg held it. As the Borg turned to walk behind Kelvin, the panic that the drugs had kept at bay, finally broke through.
Unable to turn his head, Kelvin focused hard on his reflection across the room. He could see the Borg take up a position behind him and adjust the tool in his hand. The Borg pressed a button on the cage mount that surrounded Kelvin and suddenly Kelvin felt the energy field release him. He was still standing, but his arms would move just a little. Kelvin thought he understood. Whatever the Borg intended to use the tool to do, he couldn't do it with the energy field activated. Kelvin summoned all of his strength and rose up and forward, thinking perhaps that he would be able to break free. But immediately, the Borg's mechanical left arm came down hard, grabbing Kelvin by the forehead and snapping his head back hard. Kelvin was a small man. More of a boy's body than a man. And all of the strength he could muster was nothing to the Borg. He was too weak. Too powerless. Kelvin cried out in fear, making a noise for the first time since the Borg had entered the chamber, "Wait! Don't! Please!" but just as the word please had escaped his mouth, he felt the cold tip of the tool just at the right of the base of his neck.
Then, in an instance, Kelvin experienced what could have been days. It seemed slow motion. What had happened was horrifyingly simple. The Borg had plunged the needle tip of the tool up and into Kelvin's skull and, pulling it's trigger, deposited a device in his brain stem. Simultaneously, the "tail" of the device traced the trail of the freshly inflicted would, instantly cauterizing and sealing as it was implanted. This created an electronic channel from the device now in Kelvin's brain and the surface at the back of his neck. The tool was withdrawn, and the Borg released Kelvin's forehead.
The process took less than a second. But to Kelvin, it was eternity. There was pain. No doubt about that. Kelvin had not quite had the chance to scream before the implantation. The pain overwhelmed him. The drugs were not sufficient to stop him from feeling the impact of the tool, the searing agony as it shot into the soft flesh of his neck, the sickening squelch as it instantly crunched through sinew and flesh and into the tender meat of his brain base. Then there was an immediate reaction. His ears felt as if he had just heard a sonic boom. A loud sound but with no sound to accompany the sonic pressure. His eyes immediately watered as a flash of white went through his field of vision. His nasal passages instantly clogged, a feeble attempt by his body to reject what it mistakenly though was a biological attacker. But the feeling. For a moment, just a split second, he thought that he was on fire. For this was the sensation all over his body. But just as quickly, the sensation went away, with no lingering effect. So much so that he thought perhaps he had imagined it, which of course, he had.
Then, just as he thought he might vomit, instead, he orgasmed. It came out of nowhere. And it surprised him more than anything. He didn't have a sex partner on the Elba, and he didn't really enjoy the holographic sex partners that were so popular with some of the crew, so instead, he would often spend hours in his quarters, fucking himself with ever larger sex toys and edging his cock for hours. Edging had made him adept at know how close he was, how far he could go. So this orgasm shocked him as it came out of nowhere. He knew he had been erect from his reflection, but he had not been close to orgasm. But in an instant, he cried out in both agony and pleasure as he keeled forward (the force field no longer holding him in place) and rather than vomiting, his cock spasmed and a huge load of cum shot out of his dick and onto the metal floor in front of him. He went to his knees as he continued to cum. The pain, which had been quick but intense, had been replaced by the most forceful orgasm of his life. Following his crescendo, he collapsed into a heap on the floor, and could do nothing but gasp for breath.
As he recovered, he heard the Borg speak for the first time. Except he didn't speak. The room was silent. Rather the voice he heard was inside his head. The feeling was confusing and it made him startle. "You are uninjured. The procedure was a success." Kelvin's head jerked up. He didn't understand why he could hear the Borg in his head (Kevlin was human and had no telepathic abilities like some species did). He looked up and saw the Borg standing where he had been, the tool still in his hand. Kelvin noticed a small smear of his own blood on the needle like blade. Free from the cage mount and the force field, Kelvin scattered to the nearby bulkhead. The room was an oval shape and held nothing that would serve as a shelter. He smeared his own jizz along the floor as he slid, matting it in the hair of his legs and his hairy ass. He looked up at the Borg, but the Borg did not look back.
The Borg began to speak inside his head again, but Kelvin watched as the Borg's mouth did not move. The Borg went to return the tool to its drawer.
"Do not be frightened." The Borg said flatly. Kevlin watched as the naked Borg's body turned and stepped. His movements were mechanical and artificial. The Majority of his body seemed to be organic. His left arm was all mechanical. He had mechanical parts at his head, his right shoulder, the small of his back, running down the side of his legs. And now, from a different angle, Kevlin could see that his cock was no biological, but likely mechanical, as both it and the two orbs where testicles would normally be on mot humanoids, emanated from a small metal housing attached to the Borg's pelvis. Again, Kelvin felt a bizarre attraction. His life perhaps moments from being ended or assimilated. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why had he cum?"
"Ejaculation is a common side effect of the procedure," the Borg said flatly.
Kelvin was taken aback. Almost feeling he had to defend himself. He spoke, but unlike the Borg's, these words actually came out of Kelvin's mouth. "How did you?....Can you hear my thoughts?" Even as he said his, he reached up to the back of his neck and winced as his fingers touched the small part of the appendage that protruded from the skin. The pain, Kelvin suddenly realized, was completely gone, though he could feel the skin around the appendage was hot and angry to the touch.
"The device allows the collective to access your thoughts. It is the first step to assimilation."
Kelvin's blood ran cold. Assimilation. To most species, it was a fate worse than death. To be stripped of your identify, to have your mind and body used to destroy others.
"You will not be assimilated in that manner." The Borg said inside Kelvin's mind.
Kelvin, realizing that once again, the Borg had read his thoughts, was horrified as the invasion. To have not only your body, but your mind violated.
"In time, you will learn ways to limit which thoughts the collective may access." Again, the Borg had read these thoughts and responded inside his mind. And Just as Kevlin began to should out loud for the Borg to stop that, Kelvin's mind filled with thoughts, images, text, sounds, that were not his own. They came in a rush, and it was momentarily overwhelming. He got dizzy, and had he not already been on the floor, he might have fallen. But after a moment, He had total clarity. All of his questions. Even ones he had not thought to ask, were answered.
The Borg that had captured him were not like other Borg. Their ship had encountered an artificial intelligence on a distant world and had attempted to assimilate it. In doing so, they had gained an understanding beyond the Borg. An understanding of the destruction and agony that the Borg had caused through forced assimilation for countless worlds. The billions of lives destroyed. The err of the Borg way. A Borg conscience. And this realization had killed nearly all of the Borg on the cube. Only a handful had survived, all of them male. This owing to some characteristic of the Y chromosome and its manipulation during the assimilation process.
The surviving Borg males, now separate from the larger collective, understood instantly what they must do. They must raise an army of conscious Borg, large enough to overpower the larger Borg collective to stop them from their continued destruction of worlds. These new Borg knew that they could not assimilate others as the larger Borg collective did. So they must reproduce biologically. Since only males could survive this new consciousness, they must use males augmented with technological fertility enhancements as breeding stock.
Kelvin felt a wave of relief as he instantaneously "downloaded" the knowledge of what had happened to the Elba's crew. The new Borg had beamed abord all male members of the crew. They completed biological, genetic, brainwave, and memory scans and found only one suitable candidate, Kelvin. All other crew members had been returned unharmed to the Elba. The new Borg's goal was to not injure or kill.
For a moment, Kelvin wondered why he had been chosen, and immediately understood that his biological makeup was not the only factor, as Borg implants could easily allow a male to gestate offspring. For Kelvin, the more important component had been his mind. Kelvin's sexual appetites, his predilections, his deep sexual fantasies made him the ideal candidate. Kelvin was almost embarrassed by the realization He had always had sexual fantasies about being kidnapped, force fucked, bred, impregnated by a man. These had always been at the forefront of his sexual awakening. And having already had these feelings, he was most mentally suited to serve as breeding stock for the new Borg. And in that split second that it took for the Borg male to communicate all this to Kelvin, he both understood and happily agreed.
Kelvin stood and tried speaking with his mind. He thought, "I am ready" and the male Borg understood.
"Follow me," the Borg male said inside Kelvin's head.
Kelvin followed the Borg male through a door into a chamber with a flat metal bench. Without having to be told, Kelvin lay upon the bench and spread his legs. From above, two tube-like metal arms came down and gently grabbed each of Kelvin's ankles. They spread his legs, and when Kelvin thought it was just a little too far apart to be comfortable, the tension lightened and his legs were brought together slightly to a more comfortable position. Whether it was the larger collective or just the male Borg who was controlling the arms, they too had access to his thoughts.
Kelvin wasn't afraid anymore. The male Borg stepped closer and Kelvin watched as his mechanical cock immediately hardened. When fully erect, it was 14 inches long, and thicker than the thickest toy that Kelvin had ever tried to use. Just as Kelvin thought in passing that he wished he had some lube, the tip of the male Borg's mechanical cock oozed forth copious amounts of transparent liquid. The male Borg gently massaged Kelvin's asshole, getting him lubed up with the synthetic precum.
Immediately, the male Borg inserted himself into Kelvin. It was painful. Kelvin usually didn't try a big toy on himself until he had been sufficiently loosened up. And even with lube, the cock was too thick to be immediately comfortable. Just as this thought entered his head, the cock inside him became slimmer, maybe by as much as 25%. The Borg male, having access to Kelvin's thoughts was able to instantly adjust to Kelvin's needs. The cock was still very thick, but stimulated Kelvin's insides in the best way. As it stretched him open, it grew thicker. As the male Borg began to thrust, he immediately found Kelvin's prostate and began to put forceful pressure on it.
After only seven strokes, Kelvin once again climaxed without warning, this time the cum splashing on his belly. At the moment that he began to cum, the male Borg also ejaculated. The feeling was intense, and Kelvin had never felt anything quite like it. The force of the shots, the size of the load. It was almost too much. But as Kelvin's own orgasm subsided, the male Borg, who had not uttered a sound during the entire time, slowly withdrew his mechanical cock. Kelvin looked down to see sparkly purple jizz oozing both from the tip of the mechanical monster cock and from his own ass.
Before Kelvin could even catch his breath, he began to feel a strange tingling inside. It tickled and itched, and hurt a little, and just as he was about to worry, all the answers to his questions were once again uploaded into his brain in an instant.
The male Borg jizz contained both biological life components and microscopic robots called nanites. Once deposited inside of the breeding stock, the nanites take the biological material and travel up through the digestive tract and attached to the inside of the abdominal wall. There, the nanites build a womb, combined the deposited biological material with the breeding stock's biological material, and builds multiple embryos. Even in the few seconds that it took for Kelvin to process this information, the nanites had already completed these tasks and six embryos had been successfully implanted in his newly constructed womb.
Kelvin realized that in that instant, in the culmination of a sexual fantasy he had dreamt of since he was 12, he was, in fact. Pregnant. He could have almost cried.
"Congratulations," the male Borg said in his head. The male Borg turned to a corner of the room to rinse his mechanical junk in a small sonic shower and Kelvin lay with his own jizz cooling in the matted fur on his belly and cock.
As he lay smiling and satisfied, he heard the male Borg in his head again, "Now I will explain phase two. There is no need to be frightened."