I'm taking a break this weekend! Will update on Wednesday! Have a great Halloween everyone!
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Crew Complement
Lieutenant Kevin Haruo Kanishiro, known for his hospitality, would always pull off his scarab before he entertained.
When he is off duty he is hardly contactable.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Conversion - Part 6
“So far we have sixty-five people unaccounted for sir.”
Stone called up a holoscreen that showed the missing crew members. He, Commander Holts and Colonel Melanko sat around the captain's desk.
“Sixty-five? Do we know who or what is doing this?” Captain Hunt leaned forward to read the list. Of the total abducted, three were Ground Command troopers. He hated himself a little for thinking it, but he hoped that this incident will show Melanko what they were facing out here in the cosmos.
“What about on your ship Colonel?”
“The Astral has reported twelve so far but they are still searching the ship.” Melanko looked at the projected holoscreen and scrolled down to read the names of those missing. The colonel stood up and walked towards the door. “I need to return to the ship, the captain should be able to tell me more.”
“Very well, Commander?” Hunt nodded and Holts understood. He got up to show the colonel to his shuttle.
Before the two men could get to the door, the ship rocked violently. Stone felt a sharp pain on his head as he fell. He tasted blood in his mouth as he struggled to steady himself. He could see Holts near the door trying to balance himself by holding onto its frame but the ship shook again and he fell over the colonel and knocked his head against the door.
The cabin went dark and it took the emergency lights a few moments to activate. But before anyone could stand up another hard shake, more forceful than the last two, threw everyone against the bulkhead.
Then everything stopped. The room went silent and no one moved, quietly waiting for another hit. When none came, they started to push themselves up, groaning as they did.
“Is everyone alright?” It was the captain. He held his arm as he moved the desk off him.
“Bridge, report.” the captain punched the console leaning his head against the wall. When his hand moved from his arm, Stone could see that he had a nasty gash on it.
It took a while before they got a reply from the bridge.
“Sir, it's the Astral. She's been destroyed.”
…
Private Eddie Noap opened his eyes. That was about all he could do. Panic swept over him and he tried to struggle, but there were no restraints on him. He forced himself to calm down and let his training take over. He strained his neck and tried to look around him. He couldn't see anything at first. The glare of his surroundings was too much. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for them to adjust. He tried to call out, but he couldn't hear anything. He tried making a sound, any sound, but nothing. It was as if he was in a vacuum and everything was sucked into the nothingness.
He squinted and finally he could make out the shapes around him. There were, from what he could see with his peripheral vision, three or four bodies floating horizontally next to him on both sides. They were human, and they were naked. And it occurred to Eddie that he may very well be in the same situation and condition.
It was difficult for him to judge distance with everything being completely white, but he estimated that there was a distance of about ten feet between him and the next bodies. He bit down on his lower lip and tried to move his head. He could only get about a few inches but that was enough for him to recognize the person on his right. It was Private Jennifer Ollien. She was looked back at him. And blinked once, purposefully. He returned the gesture, hoping that it communicated something, anything, to her. She looked as confused and terrified as he did.
Eddie tried looking to his left. It took him a while but the naked man looked like someone from Starlight. He didn't recall his name. He too was straining his neck to look at him.
Eddie's body jumped when he felt someone touch his leg. Then someone licked his belly, gently grazing his abdominal muscles with a wet tongue. Goosebumps formed all over him as the lapping moved up towards his head. He felt a mouth on his nipples, then suction, then more tongue licking the protruding nub. When the person finally came to view, the young private recognized him as Lieutenant Halloway, a member of the security team from the ship.
There was nothing in Halloway's eyes, he seemed to be under some sort of influence. He didn't even register any facial expressions. All Halloway did was kiss his collar bone while staring staring right at him. There was nothing Eddie could do, he couldn't even clench his fists. He watched helplessly as Halloway kissed his neck and felt the older man touch him, all over.
Friday, October 22, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Conversion - Part 5
Lieutenant Joel Wong looked at the young private assigned to him for the day. The captain thought familiarizing the twenty Ground Command troops to the ship would be a good start. After a tour of the entire ship, which took over five hours, Lieutenant Commander Stone split the troops up and stationed them to different departments on the ship.
Private Freddie Noap was to accompany Wong for the remainder of the day to learn about the ship's propulsion. While he was there, Stone gave his the extra duty to map out strategic and vantage points of the entire section. Standing in the engine room Wong couldn't help but feel that the attention of the young private was somewhere else.
“Private Noap, did you hear what I just said?”
“Sir!” Noap stood at in attention.
“At ease kid. Wow, you guys really don't respond to anything unless it comes as a command.”
“Sorry! Sir!”
“Okay, chill kid. I asked if this was your first mission into deep space.”
Wong watched as Noap's face softened and his shoulders relaxed. The kid was young, he couldn't be more than nineteen, at most. Wide-eyed and eager, Wong immediately grew a liking to him. While Noap looked every bit like the rough and tough Ground Command soldier on the outside, Wong wondered if the new surroundings was a little intimidating to the boy.
“Yes sir, in fact, this is my first deployment outside Earth.”
“Well I'm glad you're here then. Don't worry about it you'll get the... Private, you've drifted off again, what is the matter with you? What in the world could be so intriguing?” Wong followed Noap's gaze and saw that he was staring at H'loor, one of the eleven remaining T'aal on board Starlight.
Wong pulled the boy away and they went behind a wall. Standing just inches away from Noap with his hands still on the private's shoulders, Wong was amazed how good he smelt and how firm his muscles were.
“What is it?”
“Sorry sir, it's just that I've never seen a T'aal before, not this close anyway.”
“How can that even be? The T'aal have been on Earth for over twenty years.”
“At Ground Command we don't allow anyone... not like us.”
Wong had heard that Ground Command training were pretty reclusive; isolating themselves for long stretches of time perfecting their skill. Whenever they were deployed to handle a situation, they would come, seize control and then leave. Two wars in the last hundred years were quickly brought to an end by Ground Command. For the longest time they were known as the most efficient attack force in the world.
“So let me get this straight. You guys are not allowed to have sex, can't leave the base for more than twenty-four hours, and you have never even seen a T'aal?”
“We train really hard sir,” said Noap wryly.
“Yeah, but surely you've watched entertainment programs on the holonet, right?”
Noap gave him a look and Wong shook his head in amazement.
“I guess you guys really do take your training pretty seriously.”
“When you're always on a high level readiness you really don't have time to -”
It took Wong a few seconds before he realized what had happened. He blinked a few times just to make sure. Noap was gone.
Wong stepped over to the nearest console and punched a few commands on the holoscreen. His heart raced as his fingers danced over the projected interface. Then the alarms rang ship wide.
“Security! We have a possible abduction! Private Noap has just disappeared!” pressed down on his scarab and yelled over the klaxon as calmly and clearly as he could.
“Lieutenant, report to the conference room,” it was Stone's voice over the comm. “He may not be the only one.”
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Conversion - Part 4
Private Nicolas Nelson whistled when he walked into his designated quarters. The room was big and it was obvious that had been recently refitted to look like the barracks. There were three beds on two sides of the room and a door in the back that led to the shower stalls.
Some of his troop members were already there unloading their duffel bags, laughing and chatting as they went. He walked to the empty bed right at the end and threw his bag onto the bed.
“Looks like our accommodations are kinda disappointing.”
“Yeah, I saw some of the crew quarters and I hear they each get a room,” said Private Jennifer Ollien who was stuffing her clothes into a footlocker. She then slammed it shut before kicking it under her bed.
“Well, at least they're makin' us feel at home.”
“Oh quit bitchin' you two,” yelled Private Bryan Summers in his usual jovial tone. “The colonel himself specifically asked that our rooms be this way.” Summers pulled off his olive uniform and unbuckled his pants. “I'm just happy that we don't have to wear their uniforms, I don't think I'd be comfortable walking around with my dick hanging out,” he laughed as he yanked off his pants and wrapped a towel around his waist.
“And a mighty fine dick that is too,” teased Ollien who raised an eyebrow when she turned to Nelson. “What do you think Nicky?”
“Oh I'm sure Nicky would love it,” Private Lee Kremwell walked out of the shower with a towel around his neck. He went over and gave Nelson a playful punch on the shoulder. “Come to think of it, so would I.”
Nelson gave off a nervous laugh and tried not to look at Kremwell's wet and well-defined body. He looked down pretending to get the footlocker out from under his bed with his foot. From the corner of his eye he could see the water drip from the tip of Kremwell's fat flaccid penis onto the floor.
“Fine by me,” Ollien stood up and stripped off her uniform. Her sweaty skin glistened in the light. “You know what, I think I'm going to enjoy this assignment.” She smiled and then chucked her uniform onto the bed. She pulled a towel, flung it over a bare shoulder and walked towards the showers. “But,” Oillien said turning back. “It's just gonna be a whole lotta admiring and nothin else.”
Nelson knew what she meant. Their rules of no fraternization applied here too, not that he has had a lot of luck in hookups even if it didn't. Nelson took off his uniform and fell on his bed tucking his hands behind his head. The last time the nineteen-year-old had sex was over a year ago when he was on leave, and he didn't even enjoy that encounter. There were whispers, from time to time, going around the barracks about troops fooling around, but he had never dared to try anything. And given that Starlight had a Crew Contact policy, he wondered, licking his lips, if he'd be able to resist the temptation.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Crew Complement
Name: Bastian Jeremy Locke
Rank: Lieutenant Commander
Age: 28
Field: Security, tactical
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Conversion - Part 3
After the handover ceremony was done, Captain Hunt and Colonel Malenko adjourned to the captain's office. Lieutenant Commander Stone watched silently as the troops marched out of the reception hall. As they left, Stone felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him. His years as part of Ground Command came back to him. They were a different breed of soldiers. And they were soldiers in the traditional sense of the word. They would see to every task and obey every order. While the crew of Starlight were trained professionals as well, Stone had to admit that there was a hierarchical structure and fighting spirit that only Ground Command troops possessed.
Stone walked to the middle of the room and addressed the three senior troop leaders.
“At ease.”
The three moved in unison and clasped their hands behind them. Their faces looking ahead and their expressions were neutral.
“Sergeant Marcus Landrey, Corporal Alannah Jennings and Corporal Anjal Paramesh. You are the most senior of the troops. And I expect you to take the lead those under you to acclimate to the life on board. I expect, that in a very short time, you will work hard to be a part of this crew and follow the rules on board this ship. Is that understood?”
“Sir yes sir!” they barked.
“There is a certain formality here on Starlight that you may not be used to. I am certain that you will all adapt in short order. In the meantime, I would expect the three of you to come directly to me if there are any questions.”
“Sir yes sir!”
“Do any of you have any questions?”
Silence.
“You have permission to speak freely.”
“Sir!”
“Yes, sergeant.”
“I believe that I am more qualified to lead the Grand Command troops on this ship sir. And we don't need a babysitter, sir.”
“Do you?” Stone suppressed a smile. He missed the cocksure attitude that comes with that uniform. Marcus Landrey couldn't be more than twenty-four and Stone could see it in his eyes that this man wanted to rise up the ranks in the shortest time possible. In their brief exchange Stone was reminded of how much he was like Landrey at his age. The impatience, the ambition, the eagerness to prove himself and that hint of insubordination in his tone.
Stone took a step and stood toe-to-toe with the younger man staring him down. Then he leaned in close enough to smell the hint of musk on Landrey. “Well that is just too bad mister. While you are on this ship, you will obey my orders, is that understood?”
“Sir yes sir!” barked Landrey with just a flash of retaliation in his voice, his eyes not making any contact.
“Is there anything else?”
Silence.
“Then I want to see all three of you on deck six, conference room two at 1300 for your first briefing,” said Stone still in Landrey's face.
Stone gave the three of them one more look before taking a step back.
“Dismissed.”
When the three had left the reception hall, Stone shook his head and sighed.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Conversion - Part 2
“I don't get it sir.”
Commander Greg Holts shifted his weight in the chair. He has sat in front of Captain Jonathan Hunt hundreds of times before but the seat has never felt this uncomfortable.
“Do they think that we can't handle ourselves out here?” asked Lieutenant Commander George Stone who sat completely still cradling a cup of tea.
“Gentlemen, these orders come from the top and this doesn't reflect on your command capabilities at all. But frankly, with all that we've been through in the last couple of months, having additional trained officers on board can't be a bad thing.”
“My men are trained sir,” Stone replied without showing a hint of agitation.
“Of course they are commander, that was a poor word choice. All I'm saying is, instead of fighting it, just treat the Ground Command as a bonus to your security and tactical team.”
“Who will be in charge of them?”
“We will Mr. Holts. As long as they are on Starlight and on our missions, they will follow our chain of command. Having said that, they are insisting on keeping to their code of conduct, which I am sure there is some middle ground we can come to. Colonel Melanko will be here within the hour to do the official handover and then his men will stay back and that's that.”
“I have met the colonel before,” said Holts uncrossing his legs. “And I know a little about Ground Command as well. These guys are tough, and different.”
“Which takes me to my next point,” said Hunt looking at Holts. “Commander Stone, you were a member of the Ground Command army before you joined us. I want the new crew to report directly to you. Commander Holts will oversee, but you'll be in charge of them.”
“And soon we'll be one happy crew,” said Holts smiling for the first time.
“If they become part of the crew,” Stone said leaning forward. “These men are trained to function as a very cohesive unit with a strict chain of command. They will stay with their own and it will be difficult to change, if that is even possible.”
“Then I'd expect you'll have a challenge in front of you Mr. Stone.”
….
“So we're expecting some new faces eh?”
Lieutenant Vincent Tomlinson softly kneaded Stone's shoulders. When he didn't get a response, Tomlinson went around the seated man and crouched down to look him in the eye.
“You okay George?”
“Sorry...? Oh yeah, I'm fine, why?”
“You just seemed a little distracted.”
“I'm fine. Just preoccupied with the integration of the new crew, that's all.”
Tomlinson took Stone's hands and cupped them. He knew that Stone wasn't just thinking about Ground Command. Ever since they left Julan, the lieutenant commander had been more withdrawn than usual.
“Look, I know this is your first Crew Contact since Julan and I'd understand if you just want to talk... or if you'd rather be alone I can totally...”
“It's fine. I'm fine.”
“Okay, I mean if you -”
“Just take off your clothes lieutenant,” said Stone shaking free his hands from Tomlinson's. He stood up and walked to a porthole. From the corner of his eye he could see Tomlinson hesitate for a second before he started stripping.
Stone wasn't sure if he was ready. But he desperately needed the distraction. He had been tiring himself out with longer shifts, volunteering for extra duty and taking on additional assignments. He didn't even mind that he was about to embark on what would likely be a futile act of merging two crews who have very different ideology and procedures. All he wanted at the end of the day was to just fall on his bed and let sleep take him. All he wanted was to be too tired to think, and hopefully not even dream.
Stone felt Tomlinson's hands reaching from behind him and caressing his chest. He felt his lips on his neck and his breath in his ear. He even felt the lieutenant's thickening penis rubbing up against his buttocks. Stone let Tomlinson remove his pants, kneeling as he peeled the snug fabric off his legs. When the pants came off Stone felt little kisses planted along the small of his back and down his butt crack. The kisses were replaced by a tongue that was trying to wiggle its way between his thick mounds of flesh.
Stone adjusted his stance and arched his back giving Tomlinson better access. The slick tongue flicked over every surface it could reach, trying to stimulate his anus and perineum. And although Stone felt an arousal coming on, he couldn't take his eyes off the stars.
It had been two weeks since Starlight left the Yusei system. And since then he has had nights when, after hours of failed sleep, he'd press his face up against a porthole straining to hear Squeak's songs. Occasionally he'd think that he could hear a faint whisper, but he knew that it was probably his own imagination. Yet, the emptiness inside him felt very real. And very raw still.
Tomlinson's wet mouth was wrapped around Stone's penis, sucking with all his might. Stone felt sorry for not being able to give the poor guy a decent erection for his efforts.
Tomlinson crawled under Stone's legs to get into a better position. He took Stone's semi-erect cock into his mouth let his tongue search for the edge of Stone's foreskin. He slipped his tongue underneath it and tunneled its way in. Stone's breath started to grow heavier and Tomlinson was glad that he was getting a reaction out of the man. Once the foreskin was rolled back the lieutenant focused his efforts on the plump corona. Stone flinched when he felt teeth scraping over his cockhead. Stone reached down and pulled his cock out of his mouth.
“Let's do this in bed.”
“Sure,” smiled Tomlinson wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He then jumped into the bed and watched Stone climb in. Tomlinson made a move to kiss Stone, but he flinched turned his head away.
“I'm sorry, I just thought that...”
“No, no, I'm sorry. I'm really bad company tonight. Look, I have a few more minutes before I need to get ready to receive the Ground Command crew, why don't I just help you get off.”
Before Tomlinson could say anything Stone went on all fours and took the younger man's cock with his mouth. The priority for Stone wasn't sexual fulfillment anymore, he now just wanted Tomlinson to discharge his load as soon as possible.
This wasn't working for Tomlinson and Stone knew this. The lieutenant pulled his cock out and without saying a word and started to jerk himself off. Stone kissed and lapped Tomlinson's belly showing the younger man how sorry he was that the session had turned out so badly. Stone was relieved when he finally felt a spray of hot liquid on his chest.
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Open Frequencies
Hello all! Hope you liked the ending of This Side of Paradise and excited about Conversion.
This update is admittedly shorter than usual, but I'm trying something new. For this week and next I'll try to squeeze in a mid-week chapter, that way the story wouldn't drag on forever.
In these two weeks I'd also be able to see if can manage it.
What do you think?
I'm also looking forward to hearing some feedback on the previous story. While I know most of you are here to see the pictures, there are at least some of you who read it... right?
Sunday, October 3, 2010
Conversion - Part 1
A part of him also wanted to show his superior officer what a good little cocksucker he was. He focused hard on his technique and made sure that when he dipped his head his lips and tongue grazed all the sensitive points on the older man's penis. His mouth freed the organ and the wet sound made the cock twitch. Robbie gave it one longing look before he tongued the piss slit and tasted the salty precum that leaked from the eye.
There was a knock at the door. The colonel's hand that was gently caressing Robbie's head tightened its gripped. Robbie felt the fingers dig into his scalp before the large hand forcefully pushed him off.
“Hang on!”
The colonel stood up. He tucked his cock back into his uniform and straightened it as he walked to the door.
“Get the fuck off the floor cadet,” hissed Melanko without looking at him.
Robbie struggled and stumbled a little before he successful stood up. There was a moment of blankness where he had no idea what to do next. He thought of standing casually, but when the door opened Robbie decided to stand in attention with his hands firmly pressed to his sides and looking straight ahead.
“Colonel, sir!”
“What is it lieutenant?”
“You wanted an update on our arrival at the rendezvous point sir.”
“Well? What's the ETA?”
“In an hour sir, at 0600 sir.”
“Very well, dismissed.”
Melanko walked back to his desk with his hands clasped behind him. He sat, turned on the table lamp and lit a cigarette. Robbie stood across from the desk not knowing what to say. The harsh light accentuated the lines on the colonel's face. Then Melanko sank into the darkness when he sat back in his chair. A warm red glow lit his face briefly when he took a deep drag of the cigarette.
“At ease kid, before you hurt yourself,” mumbled Melanko. Smoke quickly spread onto the colonel's desk and danced under the table lamp.
Robbie tried to but his body refused to relax.
“Well kid, we're gonna have a little change of scenery pretty soon.”
Robbie stayed silent.
“In an hour, we'll be on Starlight.”
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
Crew Contact
Marty was extremely cute, and most crew members would gladly spend the night with him. Yet all anyone could ever get during Crew Contact was an enthusiastic blowjob from the thirsty kid.
He'd fall to his knees, nuzzle the penis before him gently with his nose, rouse it to full erection with his lips and draw the organ into his mouth with his skillful tongue. And when Marty had drained the organ of its precious fluid, he stand up, pat the man on the back, smile and say, "Good job bro, see ya around."
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