Chapter 2 – Chapter 2

"There must be some mistake. I've just serviced the captain."

"No mistake," the PS—the Pleasure Scheduler—responded. "You are expected at the First Engineer's chambers in fifteen minutes." Then he sighed. "This is your first outbound journey. You don't know how it is when we hit the empty zone. With all of the tension of the long flight and the coming mission and the boredom of the time we've been out here, doing practically nothing, the crew wants more pleasure. And that's what you are here for. That's what you were signed onto the journey for."

"I didn't sign on to the journey," I said, "I was instructed to report to serve my national duty this way."

I was just being stubborn. I knew I had been bred for this. I wasn't here just because I had the body and the look that melted men. I had been bred—groomed, sculpted, and trained—for those, of course, but, beyond that, I also had been enhanced to have a scent that made men's cocks stand at attention just by being near me, and I had been operated on to have a channel with greater than normal depth capability to accommodate the most popular male cosmetic alterations of the era and with muscles that made love to men's cocks in a way that no unaltered male or female could. My channel was engineered to be a tight fit for whatever size the organ inside was, to expand—within limits, of course—or to contract as desired. Science had even developed a way to increase the volume of a man's ejaculate and, especially in Pleasure Givers like me, to scent the ejaculate to heighten the arousal of the taker. And an immunity system was emplaced in me that was capable of making me able to take men—safely for both of us—without the use of condoms. That had been the second-most welcome advancement—beyond the cosmetic surgery enhancements.

Medical science had been kind to me as well in the process. My own arousal and rejuvenation powers had been enhanced by the best medical advancements of our time. I could take a man, or a series of men, again and again in succession or together, because I had been bred and enhanced to flourish under this manner of attention. I had been bred and augmented with the desire to have another man's thighs between mine and a cock working deep inside me.

There were Pleasure Givers bred and augmented with all of the capacities of pleasing other men with their arousing scent and their specially designed channels but without the desire to couple—with the opposite, an aversion to it or, in advanced models, with switchable reactions. This was because there were men willing to pay who wanted the reluctance, who wanted to have to struggle and overpower to get satisfaction, who wanted to rape. With these, there would be resistance and the sounds and actions of the forcible taking to please the taker, and with the newer models, when the taker was satisfied with the reluctance but fully saddled and now wanted acceptance, he would slide a disk in the small of the Pleasure Giver's back, and the Pleasure Giver became a willing partner.

There were times when I wondered what it would be like to be a new model—to experience the depths and then the heights. But I shudder at the thought of science going that far, manipulating the Pleasure Giver to that extent, dehumanizing them totally. I may have been altered and augmented to bring men more pleasure and to accommodate the enhancements now available to the taker, but I still felt that I was in control of my emotions—while I can appreciate that my abilities to take pleasure have been augmented.

"Just feel lucky you are on the elite squad, only servicing the high-ranking officers. Think of those down here," the PS said.

I didn't have to think of them. I could hear them, a cacophony of groans and moans and screams from beyond the doors that lined the walls of this reception area for the Pleasure Quarters. The crew taking care of their tensions, living their sexual fantasies—within reason, of course—or at least until someone caught them going beyond the bounds and made them stop.

"They do not have the channels down here that they transmit directly up to the high officers' quarters," I said. "Those are taxing."

"No. Here they mostly do what comes naturally, which often is beyond taxing," the PS countered. "The lower crew members are obviously rougher with their wants and less refined than the senior officers. Proportionally, twice as many of the Pleasure Givers of the lower ranks down here do not return to Earth as those in the elite squad."

"They can be rough enough top side—and cruel," I said stubbornly.

"Statistics don't lie. The universe is constructed on statistics," the PS responded, equally stubbornly.

"I don't know why they don't assign women for this," I said.

"You know that was tried, and there were too many problems with that. Earth ships and time travel and women just don't mix. This system has worked just fine for two hundred years. Now, be off with you. By the time you reach the First Engineer's quarters, it will be your time."

"I am supposed to have more grooming and sculpting time than this," I mumbled. "I haven't been to the gym today."

"I told you. We're in the empty zone. When we land on Ekton, you'll find that most of the crew will be thinking of something else altogether, and you'll have all of the grooming and sculpting time you need. You'll be begging for it then. You've been programmed to need it often."

"I will have to look you up then," I said, with a smile.

"That's what I'm counting on," the PS answered, with a smile of his own.

I sighed and turned toward the door. I would be happier when I got out in the corridor and away from the noise of my fellow Pleasure Givers fully giving today.

"Oh, and Jeremy . . ."

"Yes?" I said, turning. I could see concern in the PS's face. I knew he was soft for me—mainly because I made him hard for me and gave him pleasure on the side for special scheduling consideration—although this obviously wasn't working today.

"You may wish to stay out of Lucius's way. The rumor is that he's gunning for you."

"Gunning for me? I hardly ever see Lucius. He's assigned to the captain's bed. We hardly see him down here at all."

"Well, there's also a rumor that the captain is on the cusp of changing bedmates. Word is that soon you will be sleeping with the captain at night."

I groaned. It, of course, was the highest honor to be in the ship captain's bed at night. But I knew enough of Feng Lee to know that I would not get much sleep at night in his bed. That's why I saw little of Lucius. He spent his day in the Pleasure Quarters sleeping chambers, because his hole was being pistoned throughout the night not to mention his body experiencing the captain's refined techniques.

"Thanks for the warning," I said, and then I left the Pleasure Quarter and took the tube to the thirty-fourth level. I shuddered as my hand touched the access screen to the First Engineer's chambers. He was a mountain of a man and, as far as I knew, had the thickest, longest cock on the Universe Explorer 132. He also was a mean son of a bitch.

I entered a jungle.

"Run. Resist," was the barked command.

And I was running through the jungle, tripping over the thick foliage under foot, sweeping aside hanging vines, listening to the heavy breathing behind me, which was getting closer and closer.

A heavy-muscled, hairy arm wrapped itself around my belly and lifted me off the ground. Vines were being pulled down from the overhead branches and wrapped around my spread arms and my chest and belly and legs—until I was trapped in a web of thick, ropey vines, suspended between tree limbs and jungle floor.

Animals were chattering and screeching, broadcasting the danger throughout the jungle, scurrying for cover. But there was no cover for me. I was trapped, bound, held immobile.

I could hear the heavy breathing, the snuffling. I turned my head, and saw exactly what I suspected I would see. A mountain of a man. All bulging muscle and mean expression and grinning sneer. A big mitt snaked around and palmed my belly and tilted my pelvis up as I was suspended, limbs spread-eagled there. The thrust of his huge cock up into me was swift and strong and deep.

But then another face appeared before me— that of the Second Engineer. Not scheduled, but yet also privileged, so there was no complaint to be given. He too was breathing heavily, driven wild by the scent of me. And I felt his hands on my waist and his cock head at my entrance at the root of the buried cock of the First Engineer, and then he too was pushing inside me. I set my channel muscles to pleasing them both together, and they grunted and groaned in unison.

And they fucked me in consort to exhaustion, although at length the Second Engineer fell away, spent, while the First Officer fucked on.

"Channel One," he barked after he had filled me with his cum, and instantaneously we were in the First Engineer's chambers on the Universe Explorer 132 once more.

I lay there, moaning, waiting for him to go to the shower before I picked myself up. But the First Engineer didn't go to the shower, He stooped down and swept me up with an arm under my belly and carried me into his bed chamber. He slammed me down on the surface of his bed on my back, slapped my legs apart, and thrust inside me once more and started to piston fuck me.

"Gotta get what I'm gonna get from you now, I guess," he grunted. "Word is you'll be reserved for the captain soon. And this is just too good a tail to see out of circulation."

I threw my arm over my face and moaned, marking time until my channel was my own again, if only briefly.

As the First Engineer fucked me, I heard other sounds from across the bed chamber. I had wondered where the Second Engineer had gone. Now I knew. I had seen Nathan's name on the scheduling chart for this block of time. And now that I thought of it, he had been scheduled with the Second Engineer. The two had just decided to combine their session without registering it with the PS.

I turned my head, searching out the source of the fierce struggle. They were over at the side of the chamber, draped over a chair. Nathan was under the powerfully built naked body of the Second Engineer and struggling as hard as he could against him, but the diminutive Nathan was no match for the man who worked the heavy-lifting and mechanical jobs in the bowels of the Universe Explorer 132.

Nathan was backed into the chair and beating on the Second Engineer's bulging chest with his small fists. The Second Engineer was laughing and forcing his knees between Nathan's thighs, spreading the young man's legs, his hard, needy cock bouncing off the young man's belly. Nathan broke the grip, if only momentarily, and the Second Engineer backhanded him across the mouth.

Stunned, Nathan went limp, and the Second Engineer reared his bulbous buttocks back and then thrust his sword forward, up into Nathan's tiny hole. The pain and surprise lifted Nathan's body up off the surface of the chair and even further onto the Second Engineer's cock, and he began to scream and writhe and scratch at his assailant's back. The Second Engineer deep thrusted inside the hole that seemingly was being stretched to the limit, bouncing Nathan's small body back and forth in the chair, and Nathan's screams subsided into gags and gurgles as the Second Engineer's meaty fists closed around his neck.

Nathan collapsed and lay there like a rag doll. When the Second Engineer released his choke hold and used his hands on Nathan's waist to draw the young man's pelvis toward him with each upward thrust, Nathan just whimpered, wept quietly, and spread his legs as wide as he was able.

Apparently the Second Engineer was growing bored with Nathan's placid response now to the fuck, and I saw the engineer's hand go behind Nathan's back, and I knew his finger was on the disk at the base of Nathan's back that, when slid to the side, would change the young man's attitude toward the taking.

The change in Nathan was automatic and frightening. He suddenly couldn't get enough of the Second Engineer's cock, and I could tell from the effect of the Second Engineer's stroking that Nathan had set his channel muscles undulating over the cock inside him. The two suddenly were a well-engineered fucking machine, giving and receiving at the height of mutual pleasure.

Not for the first time, I was grateful that my own transformation had not been taken to the extreme, to the dehumanizing level, that Nathan's had—adjusted to the ability to go from the depths to the heights by the mere slide of a disk at the small of one's back at the manipulation and whim of the taker.

But then my attention was brought back to the senior engineer who was fucking me. I could feel he was close to ejaculation, and, as pleasured as I was myself, I needed sleep more than a cock moving inside me. I set my channel muscles into overdrive on his cock to bring him to release sooner than later.