Page 1 of I'm Not Your Pet

I gotta be honest, when I was accepted into Harvard at the end of my senior year of high school I never once expected I’d end up here, a galaxy away, contemplating sucking a squishy pink alien’s dick.

I was open to the idea for a plethora of reasons. I knew I’d get a raise, for one, and that was supremely motivating.

Raises for slaves on F’ukYuu—the pleasure planet—came in the form of jelly-filled donuts, and these weird burrito things full of spongey stuff I didn’t recognize but tasted kinda like Mexican food, and sometimes—if we werereallylucky—an entire night off.

It was the positive side of things I focused on, because if not, the fear of the punishment I would receive for not serving my purpose would consume me.

Punishments were…yeah. I don’t even want to go into that.

I’d seen other captives disappear behind the red, red doors that led to the room of “retribution”—as I’d dramatically nicknamed it in my head—and I was fairly certain sucking cock would be far more palatable than anything that happened back there.

“Make him happy”,that’s what The Manager had commanded. He hadn’t given me a step-by-step guide, even though I would’vepreferredthat. He’d just pointed at me while I put my translator on, narrowed his four yellow eyes, and directed me toward my “office” of the day to wait.

I’d been assigned this room on a few occasions over the three years since I’d been abducted, and every time, it had been to entertain politicians or the rich.

Though the space was visibly the same as the other pod-like rooms—a round exterior, color-changing lighting, and a pole in the center to dance with—this “entertainment room” was different from the others because of what laybeneaththe white walls. Somewhere inside it, this pod in particular was outfitted with a non-transmitter device.

This was only necessary because the “elite” who came to visit from other planets didn’t want details of their nights here spread around. I’d asked once, and one of the other slaves had explained how it all worked. Which was…endlessly fascinating. What was less fascinating, was the grimace on the other slave’s face as they’d wiped their mouth and chugged a glass of water to get rid of the “taste” left behind from their turn in the room.

The translator headset I wore over my ear felt impossibly heavy as I readjusted it for the hundredth time, heart thrumming. The fact I’d been picked for tonight was unsurprising. Just another event to add to the long list of things that’d fucked with me in the past. For example, the reason I had to wear a headset at all.

If I’d been anything but inherently unlucky I would’ve had one of the permanent translation disks that A&R installed for all humans before “re-location.” A&R, short for “Abduction” and “Rehabilitation” was a Space Facility that used advanced technology to abduct and prepare “talented” humans for distribution across the galaxy. The shipment of translators formy group had been stolen by pirates. And after failing the test—rather than bring me back home like I’d hoped they would—they’d dropped me off here, sans translator implant.

The idea that there was a device that could not only translate all the languages in the galaxy butalsoneuro-transmit them directly into the wearer’s ear was just—wow.Thatwas the kinda shit I’d always dreamed existed. Unfortunately for me, The Manager hadn’t thought I was important enough to order a replacement from A&R which meant from that point onward I’d been stuck with temporary headsets only when upper management deemed it necessary.

During my time as a captive on F’ukYuu I’d done my best not to be too crushed by what was happening to me—projecting wonder at the world rather than the fear that simmered deep inside me.

Always pushing forward and looking ahead.

Now that I didn’t have power over my life, the only thing I still controlled was my mind, after all. And I’d decided early on that there was nothing I could do but remain positive. Laugh in the face of danger! And enjoy this, in whatever ways I could, otherwise I’d break.

My temporary translator sat centered over my ear like it always was on the occasions that I was blessed to be given one. It offered a little comfort, though there was still a nervous energy buzzing beneath my skin that I couldn’t seem to turn off.

Normally…no one was supposed to touch us.

Unless we were given extra direction from the higher-ups.

At least…that’s what they’d said during orientation.

This was the first time I’d been pulled into The Manager’s office and received said “extra instruction.” He wasn’t a good man, and I’d been unsurprised by his request. In fact, I was shocked it’d taken this long.

It had only been a matter of time, right?

I’d gone three entire years without any “special requests”. I figured I should be grateful. It wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about sucking dicks before. Because I had. Plenty of times. A thousand. Maybe more? I’d just…never really had the opportunity or guts to do it.

Besides, who would want their dick sucked by me of all people?

Stay positive, Hugo.

Who cares if this is your job?

You get to touch a real-life person!

An alien!

That’s what I told myself as I prepped for the customer and hyped myself up about my firsteversexual encounter. To be honest, I’d been a little disappointed when I’d finished orientation and realized that “pleasure slave” was synonymous with “space stripper.” Which meant instead of hooking up with a butt-load—literally, ha!—of interesting organisms, I more than likely would die a sad, lonely little virgin.

So really, this was agoodthing.

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