Date: Thu, 28 Jul 2022 22:28:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Chubby Boy <chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com>
Subject: We Are Borg Part 1

Usual disclaimers apply. I do not own these characters. This is pure
fiction. I welcome your comments. chubbyboyinbama@yahoo.com

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."