The T'aal Imperative - part 1

“Come on B'loor,” said Lieutenant David Sparr as he caressed the T'aal's muscular arms. “Share and share alike, it's a human custom.”

“You know very well that I am forbidden to do this,” said B'loor. “If my eleven brethren find out there would be serious repercussions.”

“Do you see them around here?” said Sparr narrowing his eyes mischievously.

“You know what I mean Dave.”

“I just want to look at them, you know... I'm just curious,” Sparr said rubbing the alien's massive chest hoping that it would have the same effect to the T'aal as on humans.

“You have all the information you need from your training, and I believe they teach T'aal biology in all Earth schools.”

“But I have not seen them myself, now please, we're all here to learn are we not?”

“Very well,” said B'loor visibly flabbergasted. He reached out his right hand and held out his fingers. As Sparr watched, the fingers started to extend. The pinkish tubes of meat grew and grew until all five digits were sprouting tendrils that were about a foot long.

“Your cocks are beautiful,” smiled Sparr.

“They are not 'cocks', these are my sex organs,” said B'loor as if insulted. “They are called ulok.”

“Whatever you call them, they are making me hard.”

“That's because humans are preoccupied with sex,” said B'loor holding out his other hand and the same happened to his other fingers.

“May I touch them?” asked Sparr but he didn't wait for a reply and started feeling the tendrils. He was surprised how warm they were and as he handled them, the tendrils started to secrete a film of sticky mucus along its entire length. “Tell me again why it's forbidden for you to engage in sex with us again? I sure don't mind you fingering me right now,” Sparr said without taking his eyes off the weighty organ he held.

B'loor backed away and his tendrils started to retract. “I cannot see how this is relevant.”

“Because it is, B'loor,” said Sparr as he grabbed another tendril giving the fleshy stem a little squeeze. To Sparr it felt rubbery, like a long flaccid penis but with a firmer interior. Sparr took the T'aal's hand and move it between his legs. B'loor tried to pull away but Sparr firmly held it there. “Come on B'loor, no one needs to know.”

“And that is how trouble usually starts,” said B'loor, his expression unreadable.

Sparr was about to let go and give up when he felt the tendrils touch his scrotum. His eyes and smile widened when he felt some of them going around his distended pouch and others curling themselves around the base of his hardening cock.

“Now,” said Sparr looking into B'loor's eyes, “refresh my memory, how do these spectacular uloks work.”

“Well, for the T'aal, the ulok, a collective noun, are not unlike the human penis,” said B'loor who didn't turn away from Sparr's gaze. “They enter our mate's body through an abdominal opening and deposit the inoor, our eggs, into our mate.”

“And you can do that with anybody, right?” said Sparr who suddenly flinched when he felt a pinch when the tubes tightened around his genitals.

“The T'aal have no gender, as you know, we can mate with anyone of our species.”

“Only your own species?” Sparr looked down between his thighs as a lone tendril was making its way to his cockhead and started to caress the eye of his penis.

“Our canon of laws prohibit inter-species mating.”

The tendril on Sparr's corona parted the eye of Sparr's cockhead, nudging the lips open with its tip. The tendril began to shrink until it was no thicker than a straw. Then gently, like a snake it burrowed its way in. Sparr gasped as it entered him, deeper and deeper. The sensations made him feverish and he could feel himself flush as the tendril continued its path up his urethra. Sparr held on to B'loor, hugging him in the process, his face pressed against the T'aal's neck.

Sparr let out a startled moan when the tendrils tore off bits of his uniform to gain access to his anus. He sighed when they began to slide up inside him. “Oh god...” Sparr whispered into B'loor's neck as goose-pimples formed all over his body.

He didn't know how many of the stems had inched up his ass but he knew there were more than two. The alien organs seemed to be probing him, almost as curious about him as he was about the T'aal. Sparr felt these tendrils grow and thicken, some latched on to his prostate, an others rubbed themselves against his anal wall. Sparr's knees started to buckle under the stimulation, and his breathing started to get more labored. The tendrils started to feel warm and Sparr was sure that B'loor was nearing climax, just as he was. Sparr felt his own precum dripping from the the tip of his strained penis and trickling down to his balls and onto his boots.

There was a knock at the door of his quarters. Sparr yelped as all the tendril pulled out of him at once. The door opened after the second knock and H'loor, the T'aal elder walked in. Sparr tried his best not to look caught and quickly turned around to hide the tear on his uniform. He glanced at B'loor who showed no facial expressions whatsoever.

H'loor regarded them for a while. His face was stern and Sparr couldn't tell if the T'aal knew what had happened.

“Lieutenant Sparr, You are needed on the bridge,” said H'loor who was looking only at B'loor when he spoke.

“Okay, sure... I just...”

“We have detected a ship on an intercept course,” said H'loor cutting off the human. “Your tactical expertise is required.”

“Yeah, sure... I mean I'm on my way...sir,” said Sparr. As H'loor turned to leave Sparr asked, “Why didn't you just call me over the comm?”

“Indeed,” said H'loor as the doors hissed shut behind him.

Crew Contact: Letting Go

Letting Go - A Standalone Short Story

The hairs on his back stood on end as Lieutenant Adam Jopple moaned into his pillow. He wasn't expecting the rush of sensations to hit him like this. Having just turned 40, he thought he had experienced it all, until Ensign Jack Korr's tongue touched his sphincter.

Adam had asked that Jack show him, during their Crew Contact session, what the big deal was about rimming. Jack had made quite a name for himself ship-wide for his tonguing skills. Adam could see that Jack was surprised and he couldn't blame the young man. Adam too was famous on board Starlight as being one of those rare traditionals who only had sex with women.

“Hey, I'm tired of being called a puritan,” said Adam with a slight smile.

“Sure thing,” said Jack returning the smile. “And I'll show you why they call my tongue the Dominator.”

Adam wasn't really as sure as he came off sounding - not when he propositioned the nineteen-year-old ensign, not even now with his butt in the air and Jack's face buried between the solid mounds of flesh.

“Oh my god, how long is that tongue of yours kid?” panted Adam as he lifted his head from the pillow.

It did seem long, and slippery. But most of all it seemed to know it's away around his anus and how to press his pleasure points. As Jack's tongue wiggled into his hot crevice; probing his insides, Adam thought that he could literally pass out from the stimulation. Jack never let up. Once he knew that Adam was getting used to the way the tip of his tongue was darting in and out of his hole, he would change his approach.

Jack lowered himself and took a moment to marvel at Adam's balls swinging heavily between his spread thighs. Jack lifted his balls with his tongue - the left, then the right, and lastly slurping both the large orbs into his mouth. Jack only let go when he heard a satisfied groan from the older man. He then licked his perineum, feeling the stubble on the shaved skin.



“Turn over,” said Jack and Adam complied obediently. Adam lay on his back and immediately hugged his legs. Jack went for his anus again, his saliva dripping from his chin was he hungrily pushed his tongue into the warm opening.

“Oh god! You're fucking good!”

When Jack came up for air again he could see that Adam's head was thrown back and his eyes were closed. He also noticed that the older man's cock was flaccid. In fact, since his tongue touched him, Adam's penis had retreated more into its foreskin. Jack loved this. He loved the idea that he can dominate men, like Adam, who was clearly bigger and stronger than he was. He liked to think that he could temporarily steal their brute strength, and force them into submission. Submitting to his tongue.

Jack jabbed his tongue deeper into the opening, licking and exciting the flesh that circled the hole as he went. And then Jack heard the magic words.

“Oh fuck me, please... just fuck me already,” moaned Adam.

In a heartbeat, before Adam had a chance to change his mind, Jack mounted the muscular man, spreading his legs further apart. Jack's cock had been oozing precum since they started and now his young cock could finally be fulfilled. Wet with saliva, Adam's anus was easy to penetrate and as he entered, he felt the familiar flinch of a man being fucked for the first time. Jack held his position and kept his eye on Adam wondering if he would push him off. Adam didn't, he just looked up at the ensign with confusion and lust in his eyes. Jack eased himself in deeper and soon he buried his young meat to the hilt inside Adam.

Jack leaned in and kissed Adam, and although there was a split second of hesitation, Adam allowed himself to slip completely into the younger man's spell. As their lips and tongues met, Adam tasted himself and felt aroused and his cock slowly came to life. Adam could feel himself succumbing to Jack, little by little, he began to let go. When their breathing synchronized and their kiss grew more passionate and intense, Adam felt Jack's cock harden inside him and started to fuck him.

In the span of two hours Adam let the ensign have his way. He was amazed how energized the young man was; fucking him in several positions and shooting load after load of hot cum into his wanting hole.



“Are you ever gonna to let me cum tonight?” asked Adam as Jack pulled his spent cock out of his anus after yet another ejaculation.

Jack squint his eyes, smiled and shook his head.

“Why not?”

“Because,” said Jack whispering into his ear. “I'm calling the shots tonight.”

They both chuckled and when that subsided, they kissed. Adam realized why they called Jack's tongue the Dominator, and why he was so sought after for seconds, and even thirds. Adam knew he too wanted more.

“Do you know what I'm gonna do after you leave tonight?” asked Adam kissing Jack on the forehead.

“Jerk off?”

“Yes, well, after that smartass,” said Adam playfully pinching Jack's pointy nipple. “My wife always complains that I'm too rigid when it comes to sex. Well, I can't wait to tell her all about this!”

Sharing My World - art II

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Sharing My World - part 6

Valez wanted his brain to shut down badly. He wasn't sure why it hadn't. He desperately wanted to be unconscious like the others. He was thankful for one thing though, that Toby Linde never regained consciousness after the third cut.

The Sxanian Iox was excited cutting into the bound human to the point of insane glee. First, he rid Linde's body of his testicles, then his penis and the butcher continued to cut, upwards. Chunk by chunk Iox fileted the young man and passing the flesh that was freshly freed from the human to a waiting attendant standing behind him with a metal tray. The butcher was so engrossed that he would toss the hunks of meat back and it would miss the attendant and fall to the floor with a sickening splat.

Valez squeezed his eyes shut and wished that he could shut out the sounds as well. Iox began to hum as he worked and soon there was nothing left hanging on the binds but a bloody mess of bone, skin and remnants of stubborn flesh – remnants of what used to be Lieutenant Tobias Linde.

Valez screamed when the butcher hacked the carcass down from the binds. His eyes were swollen from the crying and his tears blurred his vision. Iox was panting and stood looking at the pile of bones on the floor. He walked over to Valez and picked up an errant piece on the floor. Iox held the piece up to Valez's face and even with his blurred vision he could see that it was a chunk of Linde's penis. The organ had been skinned and bits of the corona was torn off. Iox forced open Valez's mouth and pushed the bloody meat in, laughing as he did. Valez panicked and tried to spit it out. When he finally did, Iox had walked away from him.

“I've learned so much from just dissecting one,” he said holding up the laser cutter and walking back to Valez. “Now I shall be more careful with you.”

Valez screamed and struggled uselessly as the butcher touched his naked body. “From what I hear, your species do pretty much the same thing with your livestock,” said Iox feeling Valez's smooth torso. “So stop fighting, because it's not going to make one bit of difference.”

Iox aimed the cutter at Valez's abdomen. Valez cried shaking his head violently, he couldn't believe that he was going to be disemboweled like an animal. He wailed with all his might but then nothing happened.

He opened his eyes and saw that Iox wasn't moving and his expression had changed. The Sxanian then fell forward missing Valez by inches. When Valez looked up he saw six humans in uniform decloak. He thought he was dreaming until he smelt the burning flesh from the hole in Iox's back. Valez started to cry again but this time it was tears of relief. With their helmets on Valez couldn't tell who it was who was there to save him. But he didn't care. One man from the rescue team cut his binds and threw him over his shoulder. Valez was choking back his tears and then he started to chuckle. “Oh Lieutenant Commander Stone, I'd recognize that beautiful ass anywhere!”

Valez held on so tight that his knuckles went white. He could hear the rescue team shooting at the Sxanian guards and he could hear them bark orders to free the rest of the landing team. He tried to stay conscious but then fatigue won and he drifted to sleep.

…

Energy beams seared off part of the hull even as Starlight engaged in an evasive maneuver. The ship rocked violently under the barrage of firepower from three Sxanian attack cruisers.

“I guess they found our empty barge,” said Commander Greg Holts.

“I just hope our men got to the landing team in time,” Captain Hunt said without looking at his first officer.

“Fire particle cannons!” yelled Hunt over the din. This was their maiden voyage and the first time they have come under fire, Hunt felt he needed to bark orders just so that everyone focused on their duties and not give in to fear.

The ship veered starboard in time to fire three shots at their nearest attacker. The particle beams penetrated the first attacking ship and it burst into a million pieces. A second ship flew by and pounded the hull near engineering.

“They are trying to cripple us!” seethed the captain.

“Captain, the Sxanian ships can outmaneuver us,” said Holts. “We need to deploy our fighter crafts. Hunt knew Holts was right, they needed the faster and smaller crafts to split up their attackers. “Get ready to launch the Penumbra and the Solstice.”

“Sir, we're detecting another ship coming from the planet surface,” interrupted Lieutenant Sparr at tactical. “It's the Shadow sir!”

The scout craft Shadow picked up speed and fired at the attacking Sxanian ship disabling it immediately. The last ship broke away and headed back to Sxania.

“Hail the Shadow,” said the captain permitting himself a smile as the bridge crew cheered. Stone's face appeared on the screen and Holts raised his hand to silent the crew. Looking at Stone's expression all their smiles faded.

“Captain,” said Stone, his head lowered. “We have injured... and two fatalities.”

Hunt sighed and nodded. “Prepared to dock. We need to get the hell out of here before the Sxanians decide to send in more firepower.”

…

Captain Hunt walked into sickbay, his steps heavy. He saw Dr. DeSalle and his medics attending to the landing party. Hunt walked to Valez's bedside, took his hand and offered him a smile. “Welcome back Mr. Valez,” said Hunt squeezing his hand. Valez tried to smile but he nodded instead.

“They are all in stable condition captain,” said DeSalle who stood by the captain and gently touched Valez on the shoulder. Valez started to cry and the doctor took the captain aside.

“The others were unconscious when the Sxanians experimented on them, but they are going to be fine in a week or so,” said DeSalle in a hushed toned. “Valez was the only one who saw them torture and kill Linde and Cooper.”

“My god, what did they do to them?” Hunt said looking over the doctor's shoulders at Valez curling up and sobbing.

“From what little Valez told me, they castrated Cooper and he bled to death. Linde was slaughtered in front of him.”

“And Valez?”

“He has no major injuries, but his psychological trauma...”

“Will be more difficult to heal,” finished the captain as he turned to leave sickbay.

On Board

Sharing Jonah - a stand-alone short

Lieutenant Tom Nokovich wasn't sure about sharing his boyfriend Ensign Jonah Broyce with another man. It was almost a primal instinct for him to claim the younger man as being his alone. But here he was watching Commander Olie Parker spread Jonah's legs and taking his partner's youthful penis into his mouth. When he came up for air, Jonah's cock was erect and glistening with spit and precum.

Olie held out his hand and pulled Tom into their embrace. All his ambivalence quickly went away. Tom felt oddly turned on watching another man touch Jonah and seeing his boyfriend respond to another man's caress stirred his cock.

“Lie down Tom,” said Olie and he moved Jonah to get on top of his lover. Tom felt Olie's tongue on his penis and from the way his lips and tongue moved he knew that Olie was rimming Jonah at the same time.

When he was hard enough, Olie positioned Tom's bulbous cockhead between the crevice of Jonah's butt allowing it to slide into its target. With one little push from Olie, Tom penetrated his lover, but unlike the many times they've had sex, he never felt this aroused.

Jonah started to grind his butt, pushing Tom's cock deeper into himself. Jonah moaned louder than Tom had ever heard in their three years together which made his cock flex inside Jonah's warm hole.

Tom felt Olie move closer and almost immediately he heard Jonah let out a yelp. He realized what was happening when he felt pressure against his penis. Tom didn't know if his boyfriend could handle a double penetration but it was too late to ask as Olie's wet and hard cock was sliding up next to his inside Jonah.

Olie didn't move until his penis had secured its position; demanding a place inside the snug canal. Jonah winced but he didn't protest.

The two men started to fuck him, their cocks worked out a rhythm; when one pushed the other retreated. Their penises, like pistons driven by lust made each thrust count by pushing all the way home – deeply and completely. Tom looked up and saw that Jonah's face was bright red.

The two men held on for as long as they could sliding in and out of the slick warm hole. Tom felt Olie's cock twitch and inflate and so he too decided let go. The two men yelled when they shot their loads. Jonah yelled when he felt torrents of hot cum coating his insides.

Drained, Olie fell on top of Jonah and joined the two men panting. Tom and Olie lay there sandwiching Jonah, they didn't bother to pull their cocks out of the lust canal. They knew that eventually their cocks would softened enough to slide out on their own. Olie looked over the younger man's shoulder to see Tom smiling at him.

“That was great wasn't it?” said Olie giving Tom a wink.

Tom just nodded beaming from ear to ear.