It was no secret Ensign Simon Griften liked it rough. Vigorous sex always left the young ensign oddly invigorated. On board, there were very few men who were willing to pound him senseless. His short statue and small frame was probably to blame. Even when Simon insisted that he was not as frail as everyone assumed, many were still reluctant.
This made Crew Contact sessions for Simon very difficult. Since the whole purpose of these sessions were primarily for sexual release and gratification, Simon found it made little sense to spend a few hours and get nothing out of it.
Luckily for Simon, Crewman Marks was available for CC that night. Simon liked Marks. He liked that the crewman said very little. He liked that he was strong and he liked the grunting noises Marks made during sex. From the time Marks entered Simon's quarters to the time he left, they shared no more than three words between them.
"Fuck me!"
"K."
And Simon was carried off and impaled repeatedly.
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