Chapter 4 – Chapter 4

I knelt in front of a standing Feng Lee, he in a black priest's cassock, me in white altar boy vestments. An altar behind me. Feng Lee placed his hands on the back of my head and pulled it into his crotch, and I mouthed his cock through the black, rough cloth. He reached down and unbuttoned the cassock at his crotch, and I gave him head, flesh on flesh.

He lifted me and laid me on the small of my back on the altar, spreading my legs and hooking them over his shoulders. Then he slowly pushed the hem of my vestments up my thighs and above my hips. I was naked underneath, exposed to him, and he sucked my cock and rolled my balls around in his cheeks and nipped them as I moaned and groaned and gasped—and came for him.

Feng Lee slowly unbuttoned and spread his cassock and moved closer in between my legs.

"Channel One," he commanded—and we were in his bed chamber at night on the Universe Explorer 132.

Feng Lee worked his cock into my channel and fucked me in long, languid strokes, while my channel made love to his probe. After he had ejaculated, he climbed into the bed and gathered me to him and kissed me on the mouth, and I drifted into sleep. If this was what Lucius's nights with the captain had been like, he had been playing us all falsely for sympathy. Feng Lee, always the masterful cocksman, was being the lover tonight. Perhaps he was taking mellow pills at night to give him rest.

My last view as my eyelids drooped shut was of the captain reaching for the sexual stamina enhancer atomizer on his night stand.

"Channel Twelve!"

I was jolted awake in a Roman arena, strewn with bloodied bodies, and a lion with the face of Feng Lee was leaping into the air—at me. I turned to run, but the lion landed on my back, bringing me down to the sandy, blood-saturated ground. Its jaws were at my neck, holding me to the ground, and I sensed that if I tried to move, my neck would be snapped. I was crouching low on my knees, chest driven into the ground, the hot, furred body covering me, as the beast's monster cock breached my rim and started pushing into my channel. I was panting hard—as was the beast.

"Channel One!" Feng Lee grunted, and I was crouched low on my calves on the surface of the bed, my chest pushed into mattress and Feng Lee hunched over me, fucking me hard, his teeth on my neck, one of his hands laced under me, crushing my balls. He ejaculated and pushed my body flat underneath him on the bed and, still saddled, continued to fuck me with a still-hard cock as I drifted into a stupor.

"Channel Eighteen!" The door to my ship's cabin was being splintered and I cowered in my bunk as Feng Lee as a pirate filled the doorway with his fierce scowl and two jutting swords, one of steel and one of flesh . . .

Feng Lee was still asleep in the morning's light when an attendant woke me and pulled me, moaning, from within the sleeping captain's embrace. I was permitted to shower and don my clothes and then was escorted to the door into the corridor.

My first night as the captain's bedmate.

Lucius was standing just on the other side of the door. "This is not finished, you'll see," he growled.

"Listen, Lucius, I had nothing to do . . ."

But the angry young man had already turned and was striding off.

The lifts being reserved for those assigned to be changing shifts, I hobbled down thirty-six levels to the Pleasure Quarters reception room.

"I won't even ask," PS said to me as I dragged up to the scheduling desk. "The man who invented the sexual stamina enhancement atomizer should be shot. I understand the captain buys them by the case. Take sleep chamber six. I'll see that you aren't disturbed for at least seven hours. Then you can groom and sculpt. As long as you are the captain's bedmate, you will not pull any more assignments, nor," he chuckled. "will you be able to endure any others as long as the captain can afford atomizer rechargers. I doubt you will be able to close your legs for the rest of the mission."

"I thought you said everything would change when we left the empty zone," I said. "We've been sitting on the surface of Ekton for nearly a week now and nothing has happened. The captain shouldn't have that much energy and tension to spare at night, atomizer or no atomizer. This was just my first night, and I don't know if I'll even be able to walk straight when I have to return tonight. I don't know how Lucius was able to endure it."

"It's the number one assignment," PS said. "Men will endure a lot to have the number one assignment. Besides, the captain has obviously grown bored with Lucius and finds you irresistibly stimulating in contrast. He may mellow when your scent no longer drives him mad. And I've heard there are a couple of factors responsible for the doldrums in the mission. First, the death of Julian has set the diplomatic mission back. Before meeting with the Ektians, they have to download and analyze a lot of data now that had existed in his head for instantaneous retrieval. And then there are the Awsks."

"The Awsks?" I asked.

"Yes, the Ektians warned us that there are a couple of bands of renegade synthetic hominoids in this sector using their Nonaxes to mine uranium illegally. We are keeping close to the ship to avoid them, I'm told, even though the atmosphere here is perfectly safe other than the oxygen content being thin enough to make humans somewhat sluggish in their movements. In the interior chambers, the mix is fine."

"Nonaxes? What are . . .?"

"You don't want to ask, I'm sure. Monster synthetic hominoids. The Awsks use them to move vast amounts of weight in the mines. They apparently can only be kept in top working form by being mated periodically with an augmented human male—they were designed to be controlled that way, not to be able to function without augmented human mating. It keeps the control in human hands, or at least that was the design concept. But now that the Awsks have a set of Nonaxes, there's not telling how—or if—they are keeping them in working order. This is all rumor, of course. There may be neither Awsks or Nonaxes about—it may all be an Ektian scheme to keep us close to the ship."

"Thanks for the room reservation," I said, as the PS programmed my hand print into the security system for sleep room number six. I turned to go to that room and almost bumped right into two heavy lifters from the corridor patrol.

"Jeremy?" One asked. "Are you Jeremy?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Come with us, please."

"Excuse me?"

"You have been assigned to the next ground patrol."

"There must be some mistake," the PS and I spoke almost in unison. And then I let the PS continue: "Jeremy isn't a Patrol Officer; his assignment is as a Pleasure Giver. In fact . . ."

"All we know is what is authorized on this paper by the Escort Commander," one of the heavy lifters said. "We just make sure that men are where they are assigned to be."

The PS and I continued to object, but the heavy lifters did their heavy lifting, and I was bundled out into the corridor, with the PS declaring in our wake that he'd certainly get to the bottom of this.

I didn't need to get to the bottom of this. I'd seen Lucius's eyes when I left the captain's chambers. I knew who was at the bottom of this.

The patrol had barely gotten beyond the sight of the Universe Explorer 132, when we were surrounded by an overpowering party of seven-foot, muscle-bound hominoids with nasty-looking weapons. What appeared to be their leader entered the circle the patrol party had been herded into, as the others swirled about us, snatching at us and pulling away anything we could use in our defense. They seemed particularly adept in discerning what we should be divested of.

The band leader was snuffling at each of us in turn and, in the end, with me not missing the alarming tenting at his crotch when he had isolated the source of the scent he sought to me, he nudged me in one direction with a four-hominoid escort, and the others of my party were pushed off in another direction. On the other side of a sand dune, my escorts stopped and I was pushed to the ground and my trousers ripped away and each escort, in turn, fucked me with a sturdy cock.

They made all sorts of satisfied clucking noises among themselves as they were taking me, especially when I set my channel muscles undulating on their cocks in a desperate attempt to make them want to keep me alive, and I got the impression that I passed some sort of test, because when they were finished, one of them took me and slung me over his shoulder. And moving to a cleverly concealed entrance in the side of a hill, they took me with them down into the underground.