A Sunday Offering

Come on boy, back that ass up. 

Conversion resumes next week!

Open Frequencies

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!

Have a hearty meal y'all!

Open Frequencies

Hope you all had a great weekend and enjoy reading the most recent chapter of Conversion.
Just a quick update. Next week is Thanksgiving, so I'll be taking the weekend off. No worries, Starlight will resume the following week. So to soften the blow, here's a picture of a young lieutenant enjoying a warm shower! Let me know your thoughts about the story so far.

Conversion - Part 9

“Breed?”

Allanah couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't remember a time when she was more conscious of her body. Instinctively she crossed her arms in front of her. Tesper caught her reaction.

“This is not our way,” Tesper said looking up to nowhere in particular.

“This is a falsehood,” the voice said in accusation.

“When it comes to copulation or sex, our species require an emotional attachment or a connection of some sort beforehand.”

“Not true. We have watched you and we've seen no such need.”

“Perhaps at times, but look, we can talk about this. Share more information with you but we need to contact our ship. Or let us see you at least.”

“Unnecessary.”

“Obviously we have something that you need if you're insisting on watching us have sex. I am sure we can help you.”

“Unnecessary. You are limited beings. We do not require your help. Show us what we want to see. You can do it willingly or not.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Murel spoke up realizing that Tim had started to shake and he pulled him closer. “Our species may be limited as you say, but we do not have sex without consent. We consider that a most heinous act.”

“Irrelevant.”

Tim fell to his knees and took Murel's penis with one hand and massaged his balls with his fingers. Before Murel could react, his cock was being coaxed to erection inside Tim's mouth. Murel tried to pull the boy off when he saw Tim's face. His eyes were blank.
…

“The explosion caused more damage than we initially thought.”

Stone nodded as he looked at a section of the bulkhead where a piece of the Ariel's hull had pierced through. Lieutenant Eli Meyer called up a holoscreen and highlighted the areas of the ship that had also sustained damage. Behind Stone was Sergeant Marcus Landrey and two of his security men.

“There's an entire deck of crew quarters below. I need this entire section evacuated and sealed off.”

“Already under way sir,” said Meyer flicking off the holoscreen.

Stone nodded and walked away, Landrey and the rest followed him. Stone saw a look on the young man's face and smiled.

“Welcome to deep space sarge.”

…

Lieutenant David Simpier was surprised how determined Lieutenant Carter Colfax was. As soon as the ship had stopped shaking he jumped back on him kissing frantically.

“Carter, I think we should report in!” said Simpier fighting to get his words out.

“Shut up Dave,” Colfax sat on Simpier's waist and held him down by the shoulders. “It took nearly a month for us to set this up and I don't care if we are ripped into a million pieces.”

Sanders broke free and turned, pinning Colfax down.

“You don't mean that. Come on.”

“Will you just relax? I've signaled in our location. If they need us, they'll know exactly where we are.”

Simpier tried to protest but stopped when he felt Colfax's hand cupping his balls.

“Come on, man up and fuck me.”

Simpier had to admit he was turned on. He noticed Colfax eying him before, but he had always thought he wasn't the man's type. Simpier had only seen Colfax with young ensigns and was surprised when he saw the Crew Contact roster that Colfax had asked for him.

Just before the explosion the two of them had just gotten naked and were standing in front of each other. Simpier felt it amusing that it was almost like a size-up. Their body types were almost identical – they were both muscular and tall. Simpier remembered chuckling when Colfax flexed his pecs and he mirrored the move with a laugh.

“Besides,” said Colfax pushing himself out from under Simpier. “I'm sure we've got a few minutes.”

Simpier lifted Colfax's legs and pushed them over his head. He smiled before planting his mouth on the lieutenant's anus, licking him deeply and inhaling his musk.

“That's it Dave, that's it right there,” moaned Colfax feeling the fleshy tongue probe his anus. “Oh good tongue, go deep man, go deeper!”

Simpier loved the archaic sports reference and tunneled his way in, tasting the bitter as he burrowed on. He spat on the quivering sphincter and gave the hairless perineum a lap before slurping in the large orbs inside the soft scrotal sack.

“Oh god!”

“What? You don't get this from your kids?” Sampier looked up from between Colfax's massive legs.

“You're ruining it.”

“Sorry, sorry,” Simpier resumed by taking the roll of meat into his lips.

After a few more slurps Colfax pushed Simpier off and crawled further into bed and stayed on all fours. He looked over his shoulders at Simpier who followed in and positioned himself behind the man.

“My boys don't need prompting,” he teased.

“Your boys probably can't do this,” said Simpier and penetrated him with just one powerful stab.

Colfax yelped but got comfortable with the organ inside him. He probably wouldn't tell Simpier this, but he hardly got fucked. There was something about bending over for a man near his age, or older that turned him on immensely. It was a different sort of high compared to the younger men he usually beds. With them, he enjoyed being dominant and he loved watching the submission on their faces as he entered them.

Simpier pounded on, his cock grew more slippery as it shoved more of his saliva into the waiting hole. Then he pushed himself all the way in and stayed there. He waited and then smiled when he felt Colfax's anal muscles massage his invading cock.

“Fuck my cock, come on do it,” he whispered.

Colfax complied.

When Simpier resumed thrusting into the soft silky anus that now offered no resistance, he reached under Colfax and gripped his cock jerking it.

“Let's come together.”

Colfax nodded even though he knew Simpier couldn't see him. He entrusted his milking to the skillful hand of the other man. He was ready to cum but he was worried that Simpier wasn't there yet until he heard the labored breathing from the lieutenant and and quickened thrusts. He closed his eyes and let it rip.

Colfax yelled through his teeth and was joined by Simpier as they both succumbed to the sensations of their cocks releasing their load.

With a huff, Simpier fell on Colfax, his wet slippery cock slipped out of the snug sore hole.

A knock at the door.

“Colfax, we're evacuating this section, report to your station now,” said the voice from the other side.

Colfax waited until the footsteps were gone.

“See, I told you we had a few minutes,” said Colfax looking deeply into Sampier's eyes.

And they kissed.

Crew Complement

Name: Dean Wesley Leight
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 28
Field: Medical

Crew Complement

Name: Jerald Gerrick
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 25
Field: Navigation

Conversion - Part 8

Lieutenant Commander Stone watched the faces of the Ground Command troopers as he briefed them on the ship's status. He could see that they were nervous, and understandably so. On Earth, the troopers tackled their enemies efficiently by accessing their strengths and strategies and then form a well-calculated strike plan. But in here and now, things were different. For one thing, they couldn't even make a guess as to who or what they were up against.

“Take a look at your orders. I have divided you into teams and you are assigned to different areas of the ship. Team leaders, I want updates every half hour. Is that understood?”

“Yes sir!”

“Then snap to it.”

The troopers were nearly out the door when they heard Stone again.

“And I expect everyone to be in standard uniform the next time I see you.”

...

Halloway's face showed no emotion, his eyes were blank. The big dilated pupils stared back at Eddie Noap without seeing him. Not that Eddie was looking. He was glad the stasis he that held under didn't prevent him from closing his eyes. He was glad that he could bite on his lower lip and force his mind to refocus.

Although the initial shock had worn out, Eddie's humiliation continued. There he was, completely naked, completely exposed and being used against his will. Halloway's rigid penis slid in and out of his anus without any signs of stopping. It was in the same rhythm - the motion of impaling the trooper fully then pulling all the way out before slamming into him again.

The young private could remember the first and only time he had sex with another man. He was so young then. There was a lot of fumbling about and a lot of mistakes. He was sure that neither of them enjoyed themselves. During the quiet nights alone in the barracks after lights out, he would recall the memory and there were times when he considered trying it again. But those were the lonely times, times when he craved for some one's, any one's touch.

Eddie was sure that Halloway had ejaculated, more than once – he could feel sticky fluid ooze out of his anus and splatter when Halloway's balls slapped against his butt. But Halloway didn't stop.

Then something changed. There variations started forming, slight but noticeable, in the way Halloway was plugging in his full hard cock. And Eddie's toes curled, and his back arched. He felt Halloway's fleshy cockhead brush against his prostate before hitting it again and again.

The sensation was new to the young private and the more he responded to the stimulation, he realized, the more he found he could move.

Open Frequencies

Hey y'all.

How do you like the way Conversion is coming along? Where do you think the sixty-odd men and women are? And what do you think is gonna happen next? Hmmm...

Well some updates, I finally got around to shooting the model of Starlight I made. I tried to make it look similar to the initial design of the ship, which was completely rendered. The problem with the original version was that I couldn't show it any other way because it would look completely different. With this model, made up of mostly papier-mache, I could shoot the ship at different angles giving me a little more freedom to play with it visually.

I've always wanted an odd and interesting shape for Starlight - seeing how it was built on T'aal design. From the pictures posted here before, we often see a lot of beams on the ceilings with the light shining through, so I thought why not make the top of the ship full of these intricate beams that crisscrossed.

Also new with the Conversion storyline, is Ground Command - troops sent to beef up security and pack some firepower. I wanted them to be a contrast to the crew of Starlight with the troopers being a little more conservative, and a little less ready to hop into bed with anyone. Oh yes, and there are women among them too. So let's see if this will spark some drama.

Lastly, for those of you who came here to look at the pics, here's one for you.

Laters!

Crew Contact

"I just came off my shift."
"I know, I can smell your shift."
"I see you're in quite the mood."
"Well, let's just say I've been waiting."
"Oh? Since when?"
"Since 0500."
"I got you beat by two hours."
"This is not a competition."
"Everything's a competition."
"Fuck you."
"Not if I get there first."




"Shut up and come in."

Crew Complement

Name: Evan Curtin
Rank: Lieutenant
Age: 30
Field: Engineering

Conversion - Cover Art

Conversion - Part 7

“Report!” yelled the captain as he stumbled onto the bridge. The scene was chaotic with overlapping chatter as everyone on duty was trying to regain control of the situation.

Hunt knew that Melanko was right behind him followed by Holts and Stone. He pushed over the fallen bulkhead to get to a working console where he called up a holoscreen to check their status. The projection flickered a few times before finally forming. Starlight was damaged, but not severely. The engines were offline and life-support systems were down in some parts of the ship.

Starlight had been thrown a few hundred kilometers by the explosion and according to the readouts, the scanners picked up only debris around them – and whatever that was left of the Astral showed no signs of life.

Hunt gave Stone a look and the lieutenant commander nodded and left the bridge. Holts was already at the command deck and was briefed by the crewman on duty.

“What the fuck happened?” cursed Melanko, just loud enough for Hunt to hear. Although Hunt's first impulse was to ignore him, he knew that the colonel was only saying what was on his mind too.

…

Private Eddie Noap could feel his cock drooping as his penis started to soften. Although he couldn't tell how long Halloway had been sucking on his dick, he knew that his organ had lost sensitivity – the more Halloway blew him, the softer he got. In fact, it was starting to hurt.

He tried to see what was happening to the rest of the crew. Private Jennifer Ollien was turned over. A man was plowing her from behind and another was stuffing her mouth with his ample cock. Like him, he could tell that Jennifer could do little else but let the men have their way.

Eddie felt Halloway push his legs apart. Then he felt his own knees pressed up against his chest. He immediately knew what was going to happen even before the tip of Halloway's cock found his anus. Eddie felt a jolt as cold sweat burst through his pores when the cock finally pushed through the tight muscles of his sphincter. His lower body started to cramp as his muscles tensed up. He couldn't stop what was happening and the merciless cock continued to push itself deeper into him. He didn't even realize it until he felt his tears dripping into his ears. He was crying.

…

“I'm fine,” said Alannah Jennings covering her breasts with both arms and tucking her hair behind her ears with her fingers. She drew her legs close to her body and then quickly hugged her knees.

“Do you remember how you got here?” asked the man standing in front of her.

She shook her head. Even in the confusion, she was amazed how casual the man was with his nudity. Even after all those years of training in close quarters with the men and women in Ground Command, she had seen only a handful of people who was so at ease being naked.

“I'm Commander Neil Tesper, and that's Lieutenant Jacques Murel and Ensign Tim Li,” said the man as he continued to look around.

“Corporal Alannah Jennings, from Ground Command,” she said noticing the other men in the room for the first time.

Murel walked to her, crouched down and placed his hand on her shoulders. “You okay?”

“Yeah, I'm okay,” she forced a smile and tried to ignore Murel's thick cock swinging between his powerful legs.

“I can't see anything, are we even in a room?”

“It'll take a while for your eyes to adjust to the light Timmy, but I'm sure we're in a room of some sort. Here, there is a solid wall.”

It was difficult to see anything in the stark white surroundings and Alannah couldn't even clearly tell how far away everyone was from her. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was a trained soldier, cowering was something Ground Command troopers don't do. She let go of her legs and stood up. She held out her hands in front of her and walked in a straight line to the opposite side of the room until she felt a wall in front of her. “You're right, there's another one here.”

“Welcome!”

The booming voice startled the four humans. Instinctively they walked towards each other and stood facing different directions, trying to ascertain the source of the voice.

“Who are you?” asked Tesper.

“Welcome!” said the voice again.

“Why have you abducted us?”

“We have done no such thing.”

“You are holding us here against our will. That is not an acceptable way to treat guests.”

“We are curious about your species.”

“Return us to our ship so that we can make contact properly,” said Murel speaking up.

“There is no need. You are here,” the voice said in a very matter-of-fact tone.

“What do you want from us?” asked Allanah.

“We want to watch.”

“Watch? What the hell do you wanna see?” Allanah was agitated and her fists were clenched.

“We want to watch you breed.”

Crew Complement

Name: Lester Alexander
Rank: Lieutenant junior grade
Age: 27
Field: Communications, tactical

Crew Contact

Lieutenant Brennon Jalique enjoys spending most his Crew Contact hours watching his lover, the young Ensign Ian Lester, plowed by his fellow crew mates. There was something about sharing Lester that Jalique found incredibly exciting and arousing.