ASS Invaders

Middle of the night. Two government doctors still in uniform haul a man named WreX Wylde out of a hot zone. They have orders to clean him out before anything unknown takes hold. Pain twists low in his gut. WreX drops forward, braces, and presents. Dr. Croft sinks one hand, then Dr. Kniles adds another, both wrists driving past the knuckles in a double-fist assault. They punch and twist, stretching him wider until the rosebud blooms and slips out in a slick, red prolapse. Archer Croft leans in, tongue lapping the swollen ring, hunting for eggs the aliens may have left. Brock keeps his fist buried, pumping. WreX jerks his cock in time with the thrusts until the pressure peaks and he shoots hard across the floor. Year 2023.