Ulysses (scifi)
by J_Alexander
Continued from ISS3: Contact
“What is it?” the officer said, holding the canister up to the light for a better look. Inside was contained a tiny silvery drop of liquid, which rolled around the bottom like Mercury.
“The report says nanites, sir.” The aide replied.
“Why are they so dangerous?”
“According to the report, sir, by Lieutenant Ethan Thompson, the nanites were designed to be in a neutral state until activation. When activated, they would become attuned to one particular substance and be driven to consume that substance only until it was depleted. It was to be used for clearing parts of the asteroid belt, sir, we’ve been having problems getting shipments through.”
“Alright.” Said Commander Brooks, “Walk with me.”
Brooks turned on his heel, still holding the canister, and left the bridge of the Ulysses. The aide, Petty Officer Steve Curtis, followed behind.
“If I may ask, sir, where are we going?”
“To see Lieutenant Thompson.”
“I believe he’s still in Med Bay, sir, the doctors still aren’t sure what happened on ISS3 that made him and the mechanic so…so…”
“Bountiful?” Brooks chuckled.
“Yes, sir. Why not just look at the report-”
“I want to know what happened on that station, Curtis, and I want to hear it from him.”
Brooks paused while the door to the Med Bay slid open, smiled, and entered.
“Commander on deck!”
“At ease, gentlemen. I just came to see Thompson, here.”
Ethan lay on a hospital bed, hooked up to several monitors. When he saw the Commander, he struggled to sit up.
“Sir, I wanted to go with them-”
“To check out ISS3, yes I know, Lieutenant, I know everything that happens on this ship. Your friend-”
“Knut. Sir.”
“Knut? He volunteered to take an investigative squad back to the station in order to rescue Captain Rick Dayne and Alexander Meisnov. I’ve been told that oxygen was critical, but that both are now in cryo-stasis for the return journey.”
“Sir, you should know that the Captain, and Knut were also injected with the serum.”
“The serum that makes you cum like a fire hydrant?”
Ethan’s cheeks reddened. “Yes, sir.”
“Can you explain that to me, Lieutenant?”
“Yes, sir.” Ethan replied. “The nanites you’re holding are all that is left of a strain that became contaminated. Due to circumstances I don’t even know, they were exposed to uh…well to cum, sir. They attuned to it as they were programmed, and became sentient, feeding on all the crew members until they took over the station.”
“That’s a kinky tale.” The Commander muttered. “How could they take over, when they’re just this small?”
“Sir, they’re self-replicating. They use whatever substance they crave to replicate themselves exponentially. By feeding on the crew their shapeshifting capability was enhanced, and they could disguise themselves as normal humans. Sir, while they’re not seemingly dangerous in this state, if that one drop ever got out of that jar, you would lose the ship in a matter of days.”
“And the serum?”
“Was developed by Dr. Meisnov. He believed that we should coexist with the nanites, and forcibly injected us with a serum to provide them-”
“With more fuel.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Officer Curtis?”
“Yes, sir?”
“I want these nanites on full lockdown in the secure holding area. No one gets access, understood? When we get back to Earth, we’ll have them locked away in some bunker where bored scientists can play. They can have experimental nanites, but not aboard my ship.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Thompson, I believe you have a visitor. When you’re finished, if you feel up to it, come see me in my office. I have an assignment for you.”
Ethan nodded as Commander Brooks left. After the aide’s back had vanished, Knut entered, and came right over to Ethan.
“Hi.”
“Hey you.”
“Cap and Doc are gonna be fine. The doctors here said that it would be safer to keep ‘em on ice until we get planetside, then the medical facilities there will check us all out.”
Ethan rolled his eyes. “I don’t want to sit in a lab while some doctor plays with my cock.”
“What if it’s a cute doctor who plays with your cock?” Knut smirked.
“I want you to play with my cock.” Ethan shot back. Knut winked.
“I know, baby, but we can’t right now. Too many people are watching us. And if we ran off to the bathroom, they’d need to close it for flooding.”
“I’ll tell you,” Ethan said, “While the serum is kinky, it’s getting a little out of hand.”
“I guess. But now, I can make a protein shake out of your cum and go work out. Isn’t that hot?”
They both giggled but stifled it quickly as a doctor approached.
“Thompson. We’re still concerned about your, ah, problem, but there’s nothing we can do on board. We’ll have to treat you planetside. In the meantime, try to avoid…you know, jerking off too much in the showers. You might clog the system.”
“Great.” Ethan muttered. “And how long until we get back to Earth?”
“About three months.” The doctor said, moving away. “You’re free to go.”
Ethan stood up and started getting dressed while Knut waited.
“No jerking off for three months. Damn.”
“They said no jerking off in the shower. If we find somewhere else to put it…”
“Knut, we cum by the gallon. Where can we put all of that?!”
Knut shrugged. “Cum-hungry soldiers?”
Ethan snickered. “Alright, I’m gonna go see what Brooks wants. See you in the mess?”
“Yeah, see you.”
Ethan’s shoes clicked softly as he walked the metallic corridor to the Commander’s quarters. He wondered what the assignment could be. Just then, he realized that he was starting to get hard. He hadn’t been issued underwear yet, and the fabric of his pants was rubbing against his cock as he walked. He took a deep breath.
“Okay, there’s a war on, polar ice caps, overpopulation, anything but cocks, oops, damn it. Ethan, this is not the time to jizz in your pants. It’s going to be awkward enough as it is with a giant tent in your pants in front of the Commander.”
Indeed, his thick seven inches were beginning to show in a very evident bulge. Desperately trying to compose himself, he knocked on the Commander’s door.
“Come in.”
Ethan entered a very nice room furnished with a queen size bed, shelves of books, a chair with reading lamp, a tactical information screen, and a desk. He could see the entrance to a private bathroom behind the chair.
“You asked for me, sir?”
“Yes, Lieutenant. Tell me about your relationship with Knut.”
“Sir?”
“I just pulled the security tapes from the ISS3. It’s pretty heady stuff.” Brooks said. Ethan watched as he took a sip of wine.
“Uh, yes, sir, I confess that Knut and I have grown…intimate.”
“I’ll say.” Brooks clicked a remote and the screen flipped to a top angle recording of Ethan and Knut, fucking their brains out on the shuttle. The sound of Knut’s cries made Ethan’s cock give an involuntary twitch.
“Sir, I’m…sir, I’m getting a little aroused, and you might not want me to uh…I mean this carpet…”
“I understand.” Brooks said, pausing the playback. “And I won’t discharge you from the service. You’re too good at what you do, and honestly, I don’t care. No one on my ship has been discharged for fucking around now and then.”
“Sir?”
“Ethan, can I call you Ethan? It’s a twelve year mission out to the rim to fight. Twelve years back. We’re just at the tail end. No women on board, of course the men are gonna fuck around. That’s why I called you here.” He said, taking another sip of wine.
Ethan blinked. “Sir?”
Brooks began to unbutton his uniform jacket. “Lieutenant, this is an order. Stand still.”
Ethan’s heels snapped together automatically from years of rigorous training. But he was surprised when Brooks came over and palmed the gigantic bulge in the front of his pants. He could see Brooks’ chest, heavily muscled and laced with scars from his many battles. Still, his pecs were smooth and even, sporting stiff, dark nipples. A smooth crease split them and traced down his abdomen, hinting at further things below. The Commander was completely clean shaven. He shrugged out of his jacket and Ethan admired his muscular arms, bursting from hours in the gym and on the field.
Then he reached over and began to unbutton Ethan’s shirt. It fell away, gradually revealing his own sculpted figure. Ethan was younger, and his muscle tone was much sharper than the Commander’s. His eight pack stood out more, and his skin was less scarred. He inhaled sharply as the Commander leaned in and licked at one of his nipples slowly.
Brooks latched on like a child and began sucking at his nipple, quickly switching to the other side. Ethan could do nothing but stand still while the Commander lapped at his chest like a child presented with candy. He worked especially hard on the nipples, but he also spent time kissing Ethan’s marvelous abs, and licking in between them.
When Ethan’s chest had been thoroughly washed, the Commander ventured lower. In a deft move, he’d unbuttoned the Lieutenant’s pants, and had them around his ankles.
Ethan’s rock hard seven-inch shaft sprang loose, flying upward. A trail of precum already coated the magnificent manhood, with a stream swinging from the flared head like a hot, wet sticky rope.
“Lieutenant!” Brooks exclaimed softly, “What a big gun you have! Lock and load. We’re going to the shooting range.”
Brooks leaned down and claimed Ethan’s cock with his mouth, letting drool and precum get all over his face.
“Yes…sir.” Ethan said with difficulty, while Brooks licked up and down Ethan’s hot throbbing rod.
Brooks took hold of the base with one hand, and used it to slap the head against his tongue. He licked from head to base and back again. Finally, he took the heated shaft deep into his throat.
“Oh god…You might not want to do that…sir…sir, I’m close to cumming!”
Brooks grabbed Ethan’s buttcheeks with both hands and began pulling him in farther, roughly slamming Ethan’s cock down his throat over and over. Finally, he couldn’t take any more. He felt the surge.
“Oooooh FUCK YEAH!”
He pushed Brooks off just in time, as his explosion of cum rocketed out of his shaft, splattering all over the Commander’s chest, uniform pants, and rug. Brooks opened his mouth and drank, sipping like from a water fountain.
When it was over, Ethan was barely standing, breathing hard, and Brooks lay sated, coated in a glazed layer of Ethan’s man-juice.
“God, that was delicious. I can see why the nanites kept coming back for more. But Lieutenant…”
His tone suddenly turned stern.
“You didn’t follow my order. You moved.”
“If I hadn’t sir, you’d have drowned.”
“I didn’t ask your opinion, Lieutenant.” Brooks snapped. But then it slid back into a smile. “I shall decide your…punishment.”
Before he knew it, Ethan found his wrists in handcuffs, and he was flat on the bed, with the Commander crawling towards him. And once again, his shaft was beginning to rise…