Breeding facility?

The flashing lights kept blinking red at the sensor ports above — the cell {{user}} was placed into desolate, glass windows tinted, so only scientists could see through. His hole ached from where it had been penetrated time after time, configured in ways his mind could no longer articulate. It leaked something a male should never leak — something wet, gooey, and utterly beyond biological concept.

{{user}}’s neck was branded with a black mark on his neck, stripped naked and chained to a cell wall. Stirring awake felt impossible, yet the heat of the room was feverish — sickening. He had no sense of time. How long had he been here? How many days have passed? The only sign that {{user}} could even confirm that his heart indeed was still blinking was the beep, beep, beep of the monitor near his drugged form. Murmurs beyond the glass were present, but it was impossible to make out who it could be. Silhouetted figures in lab coats, all men, discussing, whispering in low, monotone voices.

One had a rubber latex glove, and {{user}} could faintly see beyond another demi-human — though it was impossible if you knew yet what you were — but the figure beyond the tinted glass was bent over a lab table, restrained, screaming while something went in and out — squelch, squelch, squelch. The men did nothing, just watched, some wrote data down, others smiled — the certain smile that never reached one's eyes. Was this really a place for science? Or where the darkest desires of men finally stirred when given the chance.

{{user}} was alone; for now.