ISS3: Contact 7 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
The door to Shuttle One slid open with a hiss. The inside was dark, so Ethan and Knut flipped on their flashlights.
“See anything?” Knut asked. They both set down their bags and looked around.
“Looks clear to me.” Ethan said. “Let’s get these parts stowed and get the hell out of here.”
“I know where you can stow your cock.” Knut murmured softly. Ethan only laughed, moving ahead to look for the lights.
“Found ‘em!” Ethan shouted, and suddenly the lights flickered on, revealing the four figures who’d been hidden in the room.
“Fuck. Knut! Get the disruptor!” he shouted. “We’ve got swarms.”
The one that looked like Rick reached him first. Ethan swung a punch, but the Captain caught his wrist before it landed.
“Get off me!” Ethan yelled, struggling to free his wrist.
It was then that he spotted the pneumatic injector. The Rick-swarm backed him forcefully against the wall of the shuttle, pinning him there while he brought the injector up to Ethan’s neck.
Ethan felt the prick and heard the hiss just as the swarm in front of him burst into a silvery pile of dust. Knut rushed over to him, holding the disruptor.
“Are you alright? What did it do?”
Ethan fought to make the words come out…everything felt so sleepy…
“I’m fine…don’t…injection…”
“No, no, no, don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
Knut lowered him gently to the floor just as his eyes rolled up and he passed out.
“Great.”
Another swarm, a Knut copy, poked its head through the doorframe. Knut looked up at it, his face contorting with anger.
“You freaks did something to my boyfriend!”
He pressed the button on the disruptor…and nothing happened. The Knut model smiled and began moving closer.
“What?”
He glanced quickly at the disruptor and saw a light flashing saying: “Still recharging”
“Fuck!”
Knut gave ground slowly as the Knut-swarm advanced, stepping carefully over the unconscious hunk on the floor.
“You have nowhere to go, human. Give up.”
Knut looked at the image of himself, and saw another swarm behind him take hold of Ethan’s feet, dragging him back into the station. He glanced again at the disruptor, and the light flipped from yellow to green, reading, “Primed”.
I can’t leave Ethan here. I have to find out what they did to him. Knut thought.
“Okay, okay, you got me.”
The Knut-swarm smiled in victory as Knut swiftly turned around and slid the disruptor into one of his many cargo pockets. When he turned around to face the swarm, it had approached even further.
“We have been ordered to capture…but first, we are sooo hungry…”
Knut swallowed, and began to undo his pants. He could resist, but there was no point. The swarm could overpower him, and he ran the risk of losing the disruptor. Soon, he stood naked before the swarm.
“Oh, this specimen is beautiful.” The swarm muttered to itself, pausing to admire the young mechanic’s physique. Dark hair, blue eyes, Heavy, broadly swelling pecs over a lusciously cut set of abs, and his arms laced delectably with veins and bulging in all the right places. All of this twink muscle was sculpted in a daring ‘V’ which plunged directly down towards his seven inch manhood, hanging down over a beautiful set of balls. And all of it coated with a perpetual layer of grease.
The Knut-swarm then leaned in and kissed him. Knut jerked back in surprise, and the swarm looked puzzled.
“Is something wrong?”
“Are you going to consume…and still look like me?”
The swarm flashed him his own killer smile.
“This one does not see why not. And from this…” the swarm squeezed his rapidly hardening shaft, causing Knut to roll his eyes at the pleasure and groan.
“We can tell that you’ve always wanted to. Give in to your fantasy.” The swarm whispered in his ear.
As his breathing grew heavier, Knut humped his hot shaft into the Knut-swarm’s hand, desperate for more friction. The swarm knew it had him now.
They kissed again, long and hard, while the swarm kept a firm grip on the mechanic’s tool. Their identical tongues writhed and wrestled with each other for dominance, neither sure where he would end up.
“Since this is the only chance I’ll ever have to fuck myself…can I top?” Knut requested.
The swarm only smiled and backed onto a nearby worktable, leaning back and bringing Knut down on top of it.
They moved around a bit, their identical muscles sliding against each others’. Knut was completely intoxicated by his swarm’s sensuality. Suddenly, the swarm gripped his neck and swung him around so that Knut was lying flat on the table. Climbing with agility over the prone hunk, the swarm lowered itself quickly onto his erect and burning shaft.
“Holy shit!” Knut exclaimed, watching as his own body rose and descended on his own cock. He watched his face as it moved through different expressions of ecstasy, and the tight, vibrating, wet warmth of his hole, totally encasing his pole, sending vivid sensations rushing throughout his body.
It was like he suddenly had a twin, and they were fucking, but somehow it was better than that. They were somehow…closer. The Knut-swarm rode Knut’s cock vigorously, his muscular thighs pushing him up and down. Knut was getting close to the brink. He began to thrust his hips upward in time with the swarm’s descent, pushing his manhood farther into his copy’s ass.
He had it up until the swarm made a small little moan, identical to one of his own. At that point, Knut was pushed utterly over the edge, and he came like an explosion. He felt the swarm tighten a bit on his cock as it pulsed, firing his precious seed over and over powerfully into the swarm’s body. The Knut-swarm let out a cry, “Yes!” and licked its lips absently as its meal was delivered.
Knut let himself collapse on the table, breathing heavily. “That was surreal.”
“We are glad you were pleased.” The swarm said. “Now we must take you to the Father.”
Before he could do anything, the Knut-swarm retrieved a pneumatic injector and placed it against his neck. There was a hiss, and Knut sank into a blackness of orgasmic ecstasy and oblivion.
When he woke, he was on a raised bed, at a slight upright angle. He could also see Rick and Ethan in the room. Both were completely (and impressively) naked, and bound tightly to similar beds. Doc stood nearby, scribbling on a clipboard.
“Doc! What are you-”
“Ah, Knut! You’re awake. Good.”
Doc approached Knut and smiled pleasantly. Knut frowned.
“What’s going on? Why are you here?”
“Well, I’m running some tests. I’ve invented this serum, you see, it increases…well to use the vernacular, cum, to an exponential level. I developed it myself to please our new friends.”
Behind him, two swarms passed by. An Ethan and a Rick. The Ethan swarm visibly salivated at the sight of all the captive, naked hunks.
“So you injected me with this stuff? What the hell? You’re on their side?”
“There are no sides to choose.” Alexander replied. “I’m just making sure that an entirely new life form isn’t destroyed by you. There is valuable information we can learn from them, and only for the price of some occasional sexual pleasure. Is that really so unreasonable?”
Knut was at a loss for words. So he refused to speak. The Doc sighed.
“Well, no matter. You are ours now. You, Ethan, and the Captain are producing at quite astounding capacities. The colony will grow quickly at this rate.”
As if to prove his words true, Knut saw Ethan’s entire body clench as his cock fired off a massive load so powerful that long strings of cum drizzled onto Knut’s legs, across the aisle from him. The two swarm entities instantly began licking up the ejaculate.
“You see how powerful the orgasm is? I’ve made your boyfriend a sex-fiend. We may even let you two go at it sometime, just to see how wet it gets.”
Knut was reaching down slowly, straining to get to his pocket, so he could grab the disruptor. That was when the Doc grabbed hold of his shaft.
“I must confess, Knut, I’ve always admired your body. You have a delicious cock. I think I’ll try a taste of the new Knut.”
With that, he leaned down and began to suck on the tip of Knut’s shaft, which hardened instantly, even though he didn’t want it to. The Doc’s head bobbed up and down as his tongue slid over the sensitive veins on the young twink’s pole. Knut tried to keep reaching for the disruptor without him noticing, but he couldn’t quite reach it yet.
The Doc began making obscene slurping noises as he lapped at Knut’s rigid pole. Knut’s body involuntarily began to push upward, thrusting into the pleasurable contact. The Doc surfaced with a wet smack.
“That’s it, Knut, give me your delicious cream.”
Knut’s hands were shaking, his entire body straining against the bindings. Finally he couldn’t take it anymore and he came again. But this time he just kept cumming, pumping hot sticky cream all across the Doctor’s face, beyond him onto the floor, and all over his own muscular chest as well. Knut was amazed at how much he was pumping out, and yet it was still spurting, like an endless fountain of salty cream.
His body jerked naturally as he unloaded the cum. The Doctor licked his lips appreciatively…
And that was when Knut’s hand reached the disruptor.
He pressed the button, causing the two elated swarms in the room to dissolve instantly. Then with what little room he had to move, he clobbered the Doc in the face with the disruptor, making him jump back and howl in sudden pain. Knut yanked his hand free of the loose restraint and quickly freed his other hand. That done, he began unstrapping the lashes across his chest, and before you know it, he was on his feet again.
But so was the Doc. An ex-Russian soldier-medic. But Knut had youth on his side. He took the table he’d been strapped onto and sent it rolling at the older man. Doc slipped on some of Knut’s own cum (although it might’ve been Ethan’s) and fell against it, hitting his head and falling down unconscious.
Quickly, Knut rushed to the others, freeing first Ethan, then the Captain.
Ethan and Knut embraced tightly, and shared a kiss.
“Thanks for the help, love. Now what do we do?” Ethan asked.
“Now, we get the hell on that shuttle, signal the nearest cruiser, and blow the station out of existence.” The Captain said.