The T'aal Imperative - part 3

“That's wonderful Captain LoQar,” said Captain Jonathan Hunt at the screen on his console. “We shall prepare for your visit.” When the screen flicked off, Hunt turned his chair around and looked at H'loor and Commander Greg Holts.

“Well, gentlemen, it looks like we have a dinner party to plan.”

“Captain, are you sure that the Qormar are trustworthy?” asked Holts. Hunt permitted himself a smile. His second-in-command was always the careful one; checking and rechecking every fact to make sure that both the ship and her crew were not put into unnecessary risk.

“Well, we've got to trust someone,” said Hunt knowing that this was a completely unsatisfactory answer for Holts. And he was tempted to just leave it at that. But he knew better than to frustrate his first officer.

“From what H'loor has told me, the Qormar are reputable merchants and philosophers, and since we have an ample library of literary works to trade for their star maps, I think the we have a good deal on our hands.”

“And the Qormar are renown for their ability to chart trade routes in this sector, it would be wise to have our navigation systems updated,” said H'loor.

“Yes, yes, but why do they need to come on board?” asked Holts who knew that he was outnumbered in this argument. “Can't we just transmit the stuff to them?”

“The Qormar are traders, as such, they are used to face to face dealings,” said the T'aal. “We may come across as insincere if we do not practice their trade customs.”

“In any case, commander, you have a party to set up in four hours,” smiled the captain.

Just then Dr. DeSalle's voice came over the comm.

“Captain, I need you to come down to sickbay, immediately.”

…

“I don't know what's happening, but it started a few hours ago and at first I thought it was just Crew Contact run amok but now I'm not so sure,” said Dr. Jean DeSalle looking at Hunt with his eyes wide with concern.

“Calm down doctor, just tell me what's the problem,” said Hunt as he looked around sickbay and saw at least ten men on the beds.

“I've warded ten crew members so far, and reports are still coming in.”

“Is there some kind of infectious outbreak?”

“If it is, I can't tell you how it's being transmitted,” said the doctor standing up from behind his desk and turning on a monitor to show Hunt a readout and display.

“They all come in with the same symptoms, first they feel a compelling urge to have sex... a feverish compulsion, from what they tell me. And whoever they have sex with then catches, what is described as a fever, and goes out to look for sexual gratification.”

“Rampant sexual activity isn't a disease doctor,” said Hunt.

“It is when they cannot do anything but have sex. It seems their minds are so honed into the carnal acts that they cannot think of anything else, or do anything else for that matter. And when they are deprived from it, they seem to lose their ability to function and enter into some sort of a trans-like catatonic state.”

“And what is your course of action doctor?”

“Right now, all I can do is to sedate them, and for those who've already entered into the trans, we can just monitor them. This is the most bizarre case of impulse control disorder I've ever seen.”

“Have you found out how it all started?”

“We're still trying to find patient zero, but captain, as you can see, none of these men are responsive.”

“Is this some sort of widespread neurological imbalance?”

“That's my guess for now, until we can do more tests. But captain, my nurses are now all over the ship bringing people in. So we need to create a quarantine so that the whole ship doesn't get infected.”

“That's going to be difficult doctor. We have the Qormar delegation coming in four hours, we cannot afford to seal off the ship.”

“Well, Jon, you've gotta do something.”

…

Ensign Johan Demitri entered his quarters and was started to see his father there.

“What are you doing here dad? I thought you were on duty.”

“I was... but then I thought of coming to see you,” smiled Lieutenant Commander Nikolas Demitri. “I don't get to see you anymore son.”

“What are you talking about dad? We have dinner nearly every day. And besides, this is not that big a ship,” said Johan who threw his work on his bed and walked into the shower. “Man, this was a really long day, did you need something?” Johan called out from inside the cubicle.

“No, not really.”

“You sound weird dad,” said Johan peeling off his uniform and stepped into the shower.

“I'm just a little under the weather, I guess,” said Nikolas who startled Johan when he found his father standing at the door.

“You should go to sickbay, maybe they can give you something.”

“What I need, I cannot get from the doctor,” smiled Nikolas who wasn't hiding the fact that he was staring at his son's nudity.

“Okay dad, you're freaking me out, what's wrong?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing,” said Nikolas who started stripping off his uniform and walking into the shower stall.

Johan didn't know how to react. He took a step back and watched as his father squeezed out soap from the dispenser and gently rubbed it all over his eighteen year-old body. His dad's hands felt warm against his skin and his eyes were fired with lust.

“Oh son, I forgot how smooth and soft you were,” grunted Nikolas as he spread the soapy liquid on his son's chest. “I miss our times together, remember?”

Johan did remember. He was very young when he first took his father's cock into his mouth, the onset of puberty was such a wonderful time for experimentation and his dad was right there helping him through it. He could remember the afternoons they would spend in each others' arms just loving each other. That was the time that he felt closest to his father – in bed with sucking each other off. As time progress, they did more than tasting each others' cum and grew more intimate.

“What happened son?” asked Nikolas as his massive hands slid between Johan's thighs and soaped up his balls. “How did we end up drifting apart?”

“I don't know dad, I guess we just did,” Johan whispered as he felt his father's fingers gently rub his anus and sliding back and forth his perineum. “I started seeing Lizzy and you married Peter... I guess we were both, preoccupied,” breathed Johan.

“Look at this son,” said Nikolas looking down at his son's hard cock. “You've got an erection just for your old dad.” He leaned in and kissed him and Johan didn't resist. They moaned into each others' mouths as their hands started to explored the others' body.

Nikolas were soon on the floor with Johan underneath him. The water sprayed down but it couldn't cool down the heat from their bodies. The only thing that separated them was the mixture of soapy water and precum that leaked from both their cocks pressed against their bellies.

“Dad I've missed you,” said Johan between kisses as he gasped for air. He loved how his father's stubble felt against his face and neck. Then, Nikolas pushed himself between his son's thighs, Johan started panting, anticipating what's to come. He opened his thighs allowing his father his prize and felt his father's breath on his rigid penis, hovering, teasing him before finally feeling the hot mouth close over his organ. “Oh god, I've missed you dad!”

On the wet floor with the water still running the pair of father and son moved into a sixty-nine position. Both of them hungry as they sucked on each others' hardon. The sound of the shower could barely muffle the moans that escaped their lips whenever they moved to stimulate different parts of each others' cocks. Johan tasted the familiar precum that flowed from his father's fat cock and for a surreal moment realized that this was the cock that made him and the juice that helped create him.

“Son, I want you to fuck me now,” said Nikolas who had pulled out his son's cock from his lips and the slimy organ was now pressed up against his cheeks. “Just like before.”

Without another word, Johan sat up and moved between his father's legs. He held up his leg with one hand and pressed down the other limb with his other. He looked at his father's expression when he moved in and teased his dad's orifice with his cockhead. As he pushed himself in, he realized how easy it was.

“Is your ass wet with cum?”

“Yeah... Lieutenant Kapoor and his boyfriend, you don't mind do ya, son?”

Johan showed he didn't care by pushing his cock in, and he didn't stop until his entire length was buried inside his dad's ass. He waited for a second to allow his father to appreciate the girth and length of his young hard cock before he started to pound his ass.

The wet slapping sounds excited Johan and he drove his penis in fully and then pulled it out all the way. Johan watched his dad's anus twitch and penetrated him again with one smooth ram. Johan enjoyed the familiar feeling of his dad's ass, it was as if he could remember every ridge and bump inside him. Nikolas reached out with his hand and Johan took it and squeezed it. Johan closed his eyes and focused on the sensations his cock was getting from his dad's anus. He knew he was near, and he knew he didn't want to hold back. He knew that his dad needed to know how much he loved him. And so he shot his load with one last powerful thrust.

Johan was pressed against his dad's buttocks, his face red and the veins on his neck floated up. He finally opened his eyes when the last drop of his semen was safely deposited inside. Johan slumped down on the wet floor, his cock pulsating as it deflated between his thighs. As his balls started to distend and his breathing become less labored, Johan felt his father pick him up and carried him out of the shower.

“I love you dad,” said Johan as he put his hands around his dad's neck and buried his face on his chest.

Nikolas carried his son to the bed and they kissed passionately as the sheets stuck to their wet bodies. Johan started feeling a fever coming on but he didn't know if it wasn't their lust that was fueling his temperature.

“Now son,” said Nikolas turning his son on his belly. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

And for the next hour, Nikolas made love to his son as only a father knew how to.

Crew Contact - Three's A Blast

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The T'aal Imperative - part 2

Lieutenant David Sparr pulled on a fresh uniform and rushed out of his quarters. His heart was racing and he felt slightly feverish as he headed to the bridge. He wondered if nearly getting caught fooling around with B'loor was the reason he felt out of sorts, but he shook it off and focused on returning to his post.

The walkway to the bridge was quiet at this time and he decided to make a run to make up for the time he took to get changed. He made a quick turn to another corridor and bumped into Ensign Jesse Kipply.

“Sorry Kipply, gotta run,” he said and walked off before the ensign could say anything.

Kipply just flashed him a smile and headed to his quarters. As he walked he felt his heart beating quickly. He smiled to himself thinking that it must be bumping into the handsome tactical officer that got him excited. But as he continued walking, he knew that it was something else. He touched his own forehead and it felt hot. “Damn, I hope I'm not coming down with something,” he thought.

His quarters was just three doors away but the burning inside of him grew into a yearning and he didn't feel like going back his room. He needed some sort of relief, but he didn't quite know what until he saw Lieutenant Hank Gruff's name on the door. Gruff was part of the security team on Starlight and from what Kipply had observed before this, Gruff was the strong and silent type; never saying more than was necessary and almost never participated in any of the ship's social functions.

Kipply's body started to tingle and the yearning grew stronger, almost overpowering the young ensign. He knocked on Gruff's door and he waited for a few seconds before the lieutenant opened.

“What is it ensign?” said Gruff, his voice suggested that he had been asleep.

Without saying a word Kipply placed his hand on Gruff's massive chest and pushed him back into his quarters. As the doors closed behind him, Kipply started to remove his uniform.

“What do you think you're doing Kipply?” Gruff asked sternly. “This is not the time nor -”

“Hank,” said Kipply looking at the shirtless man as he continued to peel off his tunic. “I need some comfort.”

Kipply pushed Gruff onto his bed and climbed in on top of him. He breathed in the older man's scent as he ran his hands over his torso.

“God you're strong,” Kipply leaned in and smelt his neck and licked his earlobes. Kipply sat up and smiled. “Oh I see you're in need of some comfort too,” he said feeling Gruff's erection forming from under his shorts.

“I'm sorry Jesse, I can't do this right now,” said Gruff, his voice a little softer now.

“Shhh... just let me take care of everything.”

Kipply jumped off the security officer and in one quick move pulled off his shorts. He knelt between the muscular thighs and breathed in the musk. The fever within Kipply grew, and the more he looked at Gruff's fleshy erection, the more he felt the burning inside him.

“Just let me take care of everything,” he repeated and licked the pendulous orbs inside the hairless pouch. He made sure his tongue caressed the underside of his balls and as the sack twitched, Kipply knew he had reached an erogenous zone.

Kipply's saliva trickled into Gruff's butt and Kipply smeared the liquid around the muscular man's anus without a break in his licking. Gruff stopped resisting and opened his legs wider to allow the young ensign wider access. Kipply hungrily engulfed the ample balls and tugged them gently with his lips. As he did this, Kipply's finger found its way into the warm anus, feeling the texture of the ring and the smooth insides as he probed.

The ensign stood up without warning, and watched the lieutenant stare back at him confused and aroused. He found delight in watching someone want him that badly. But more importantly he felt oddly proud of himself for being so forward. Kipply never thought a day would come where he would be bold enough to initiate sex.

“I need you to touch me,” Kipply took Gruff's hand and placed it on his chest. “I want you to feel my body, every inch of me.”

Obediently, Gruff did.

“Feel the smoothness of my skin, touch my delicate body and enjoy me,” said Kipply and he closed his eyes as the rough hand caressed him. When Gruff reached the ensign's pelvis Kipply signed, when his hands closed around his youthful penis, Kipply moaned.

“I'm here for you to enjoy,” said Kipply his eyes still closed. “Every part of me is here, for you, fully.”

Gruff pulled Kipply to him and they kissed. Gruff's hands cupped the younger man's bubble butt and squeezed. He continued to explore the boy's smooth butt as their tongues explored each others' mouths.

Gruff's fingers instinctively dug into Kipply's anus and it felt wet. Gruff pulled away from the kiss and looked at Kippy.

“You've already had sex?”

“Would I be this horny if I did?”

“Then what is this?” asked Gruff holding up his wet fingers to Kipply. He felt a little hurt that he was given sloppy seconds and a little disappointed as well.

“What?” said Kipply looking confused and touched his own butt for confirmation. “I don't know what this is, but it isn't cum besides I've just finished duty,” said the ensign who turned back and kissed Gruff on the neck. “Come on, a hardon is a terrible thing to waste.”

Gruff chuckled. “That's a horrible line.”

“So I'll make it up to you,” Kipply said and pushed his way down the lieutenant's body until he was face to face with his softening penis. Precum beaded on its tip and Kipply licked up every last gooey droplet with the tip of his tongue. Then with his lips, he pushed back Gruff's foreskin, leaving his cockhead fully exposed. “Look at this juicy plum,” said Kippy and he sucked on it.

The sensitive head grew hotter inside Kipply's mouth as Gruff's moans grew louder. In a quick move Gruff pulled the ensign off his throbbing penis and threw him into his bed. “Oh manhandle me Mr. Gruff,” Kipply giggled.

Gruff said nothing and positioned Kipply before mounting him. In an instant Kipply felt the penis pressed against his anus and he relaxed the muscles to let it in. Kipply gasped when the entire organ was fully inside him and he felt Gruff's balls slap wetly against his butt as the older man pounded him.

That night, Gruff deposited three loads into the young man and he would have gone for a forth but his shift was about to start. Showering after Kipply had left, Gruff felt a fever coming on.

Crew Contact – Pleasures of Pain

A standalone story

The high transparent ceilings of the baths made the interior of the room look much bigger than it actually was. Lieutenant Jake Mathers liked the way the room was reminiscent of the bath houses of Earth's past – with a few modern touches of course.

Jake liked the warm humid air as it helped him unwind. That, and the ever helpful hands of a crew mate. Before he had a chance to take off his uniform, sit down and enjoy the water and the heat, Jake sensed the lingering looks of Ensign Tyler Norse sitting nearby.

With a crew of over a thousand people, he wasn't surprised that he had not had a Crew Contact session with the young ensign. In fact, there were many he hadn't had a chance to unwind with. He knew that not all members of the crew on board Starlight were necessarily interested in the exercise. Although they were trained to give a fellow crew mate relief and close contact during their long mission into deep space, there were those who felt that the compulsory sessions were somewhat demeaning. Even in this day and age, there were still those who felt uncomfortable touching another man's penis. What more putting it into their mouths.

Jake knew however, that Tyler didn't carry those thoughts. He knew that when the young man reached over without saying a word and gently stroked his flaccid shaft with the back of his sweaty hand. Tyler smiled when Jake looked up but he didn't stop caressing the organ until it stood up proudly. It was as if the young man knew that he needed it.

When Jake's cock was hard enough, Tyler turned his hand and grabbed it, not so gently this time. Jake felt Tyler's grip tighten around his shaft and his fingers dug into the fleshy meat. Tyler kneaded the cock, feeling the spongy interior firming up and as blood flooded into the erect organ. Jake started to perspire, both from the heat and the attention his penis was getting. He moved to strip off his tunic but Tyler stopped him by grabbing him with his free hand. He shook his head and Jake relented.

Tyler moved between Jake's thighs and spread them further apart. With one hand still choking his penis, Tyler tugged at Jake's balls helping his testicles descend completely to the bottom of the pouch. Jake twitched from the dull pain but he didn't resist.

Even in the dim-lit surroundings Tyler took time to marvel at Jake's genitals – inspecting every fold and every vein and appreciating the aesthetics of it all.

“We might be more comfortable in my quarters,” invited Jake.

“Later,” said the ensign. “I want to drink your cum first.” He smiled, and as if to illustrate his point, Tyler licked the engorged cockhead. “If you're still up to it after that, I'd love to see your quarters.”

Tyler continued to tighten his hold on Jake's cock and would only let go to allow more blood flow into the organ. Jake moaned when Tyler finally took his cock into his mouth. He sucked and sucked, pushing the entire length of the meat into his mouth. Jake felt the back of Tyler's throat and the slick saliva that his mouth produced. Then he felt the boy's teeth as he bit down slowly but firmly on his shaft. When he yelped the ensign let go and continued to suck him with his skilled mouth and talented tongue, but after a while he would bite down again.

Jake realized that this was Tyler's game; pleasure and pain, in a continuous cycle. When the young man was not biting his meat he was tugging firmly on his balls. It was not something the lieutenant was used to at all. But he liked it.

Jake knew that Tyler must have felt his penis pulsate signaling that he was about to erupt because the ensign doubled his efforts. The silky touch of Tyler's tongue and the sharp edges of his teeth fired his arousal and the touch of the younger man's fingers massaging his balls brought him to the point of no return.

Tyler let go of his grip when Jake started to grunt. He could feel his cum explode from the tip of his cock as it shot it's first volley. Jake cried out when the next spurt of his milk left his penis and into the hungry mouth of the young ensign.

When the spasms subsided he looked down at Tyler who was cleaning up every last drop of cum from his now sensitive organ. In fact, Jake couldn't see a single drop of his ejaculate anywhere. All he saw was the movement of Tyler's adam's apple as he swallowed the milk.

Tyler stood up from between Jake's thighs and showed him his erection.

“Now sir, I would like to see your quarters.”