Oviposition, Righ?

It's 1999, and Steve and Jimmy are in a relationship. It's been mostly soft and romantic so far, but about a month in, Jimmy thinks it's time to finally fuck the shit out of Steve. Jimmy's good in bed, and he knows it. He's been fucking dudes since the 10th grade- he sure as hell knows his way around a dick. From the bulge Jimmy sees in Steves pants, he definitely has quite a large one, but that isn't gonna stop the determined twink from letting it discover his holes.

    Steve, on the other hand, is quite odd. Jimmy has never-not once-seen Steve eat. In the years they had been friends, he hasn't eaten once! Jimmy never questioned this. Every time Steve ate, he'd end up puking it up soon after. He always assumed he just had digestive problems, and that certain foods made him vomit, or irritated his stomach.

    Their relationship so far has gone smoothly. They cuddle and shit, y'know, mushy couple stuff. He really loves Steve, and Steve always said he did back, but something seemed off... But whatever, Jimmy was determined to make this relationship work out.

     "Hey, Steve," Jimmy asked, the bed below them creaking slightly as he turns "do you really love me?". Steve sat for a second, thinking about how to word his feelings. "James, I really do adore you...". Steve also turns over, now face-to-face in bed with the other man. "I guess but, sometimes it feels like you don't...". Steve looks mournfully into Jimmy's eyes at this and leaves a soft kiss on his lips.

    One thing leads to another, and Jimmy is on top of Steve, grinding on his dick. His hands begin to reach down, beginning to unzip Steve's pants. "Mnhh, Jimmy, wait!" but it was already too late. A short gasp leaves the singer's mouth, almost as if he was grasping for words to say. "You-you're a-" "Jimmy I'm sorry" but it was too late for apologies. Steve was an alien. his dick proved it. It was a pale blue, fading into purple towards his horse-like tip. It had small, glowing dots going up the side, and a nearly black base, with no testicles.

    "What the fuck, dude?" Jimmy has already crawled off his lap and already has grabbed the nearest sharp object- a small pocket knife. "Jimmy, what are you doing?" Steve's eyes go dark, and Jimmy can no longer move. Steve prowls over towards Jimmy, and stops whatever weird mind shit he's doing, while quickly pinning him down onto the bed.

    "Steve, no!" Jimmy screamed, "Let me go you fucking faggot! Let me go!" but Steve would not let go. "I'm gonna breed you whether you like it or not," Steve says, staring the man under him down.

    Steve basically rips the pants off Jimmy, warranting a high-pitched scream from the singer's lips. "Please, please, oh my god," Jimmy says, "please stop..." Jimmy hasn't given up yet. He can still get away. He can escape.

    Steve, still holding Jimmy down firmly, lines up at Jimmy's entrance with his glowing cock. "You're going to host my eggs." Jimmy is crying. He never thought it would happen, not to him, at least.

     He thrusts quickly in, earning a loud "No!" from the weaker man. "No... no...." Jimmy is not giving up, not yet. He tries to push Steve away one last time, but barely phases him. He just continues on, raping Jimmy.

    Steve lets out a loud groan and begins to fill Jimmy with his eggs. Jimmy gives one last fighting push against Steve's chest, tears streaming down his face before he finally gives up. Steve had won. Steve had ruined him.

    Steve pulls out, then steps back to look at what he's done. He steps back to a crying Jimmy, almost frozen in place. His eyes were glazed over and glassy, almost empty seeming. A small bump was showing through his shirt, from the eggs inside him.

     Steve quickly ran out of the shitty apartment and was never seen again.