He has no idea what to feel

Back when Charles was back on earth, he was a regular guy. For the most part, the only big difference that set him apart from everyone else was his fact that he was a loner, and he had some trauma he can't remember. Then the Thanagarians showed up on earth and took over the mine he worked at, and everything ended up changing with one choice.

When he had found himself on an alien ship after taking his whipping, he wasn't sure what to think about the situation at the time, and if he was being honest, he wasn't really. As he was still recovering from his injuries, with how fast he had to evacuate the mother ship and how fast things kept happening, he had just lived moment to moment, if he was being honest.

Not now though, knowing things had slowed down and he could think, though he had no idea what to think. As he was on an alien planet, apparently with what dictators had, which was a pleasure squad, he had no idea what to do about it. To add to his confusion, Param, whom he'd just been following around from place to place, that was until they'd arrive here and she'd established herself as some kind of Thanagarian warlord.

Now that she had established her absolute authority and created what appears to be a personal bunker for him, she made their relationship public. Which honestly felt like some weird incestious mix between a mother and her lover, which he wasn't sure what to feel about, especially as he was a grown adult and she wasn't related to him in anyway and in fact was another species all together.

Though he didn't really have a lot of time to work through his feelings as Paran was usually working and he was usually busy dealing with his pleasure squad that were made from his former toys. Which wasn't easy as there were a lot of them and he was one guy, though luckily they only came at him so many at a time. Though he wasn't sure what to think of having kinky sex with Thanagarian women in lingerie, the rest of them remained in battle armor, watching his room for any threats.

Sadily for Charles, he didn't just have to work through his feelings about his pleasure squad that he spent every moment with or Paran, who was now his benefactor and probably the only thing keeping him alive in whatever galaxy he was in. No to add to his list of things to think about was the fact he was losing all concept of time with the voyage to whatever alien planet he was on and then being trapped in this pleasure vault Paran had set up for him; he didn't know how much time had passed.

Charles wasn't quite sure if days had passed on earth or years, as he had no way to tell time in space nor had any method of telling time been given to him in the vault he was secured in. He was very afraid that, due to some weird time difference, everyone he ever knew would have died of old age before he ever got close to earth. Though the fact there wasn't anyone he was genuinely close to being sad about dying was probably the saddest part.

So Charles was finding himself to be a wreck of conflicting emotions that he was mostly dealing with by ignoring it and letting Paran as well as the pleasure squads distract him. Which he would admit was probably no where near a healthy way to deal with his emotions, but he wasn't exactly swimming in alternatives, so he would make do with the situation as it wasn't exactly the worst place he could be in.

Thus Charles began to wake up in his rather luxurious bed, wondering how Paran got the material for such a thing he still had no idea. He woke up surrounded by the girls meant to serve him that night, which means he was buried in toned muscles and blanketed in soft wings. "It's time to wake my sweet angel." Paran said in her sweet motherly voice as she led him out of the pile of Thanagarian women and into a dining chair where he could have breakfast.

Charles and Paran would go on talking and having much incestious bonding time, but Param could tell despite the facade Charles put up he was unhappy and feeling anxious. For Paran, this could not be allowed to stand; luckily, it wouldn't, as the new Thanagarian war scuba gear has been made and mass produced, so the conquest of the Ylanicass was soon to occur.

She would make her angel happy, and with her pleasure squad working with the Ylanicass dancers she would have in his water tank, it would happen. If that didn't work, we'll space is a vast place; she would just keep invading worlds and gathering slaves for her precious angel until he was happy and the gods help anyone who got in her way.