Ulysses 5 (scifi)

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Travis walked steadily down the hallway, followed closely by Boots and the two silver spiders. A red alarm light was flashing everywhere, and soldiers were running everywhere to get back to their barracks because of the curfew. Travis and Boots were still buck naked, and their hard, muscled bodies were drawing more than a few interested looks.

Outside the bathroom, Travis spotted Joe, who was in a panic. His friend had gone somewhere, and he was alone.

Travis nodded to Boots. “Take him.”

Boots grinned and moved toward the frightened soldier with a confident swagger (which exaggerated the size of his cock). There was something in his expression almost hungry, and he laughed aloud. Joe backed against the wall, and Boots gripped his neck with one hand.

“Look, man, I won’t tell anyone about what we did-guh”

One of the silvery nanite spiders had scuttled smoothly up his leg and, shredding through his pants as though they were tissue, molded itself to his young juicy equipment.

“What is it doing? YES GOD, it feels so good!” Joe cried out.

Boots leaned in, still smiling. “Just relax, soldier. Enjoy the pleasure. Give in to the sensation.”

Joe arched his back and shuddered as the nanites slid over his skin, touching him intimately, inhumanly, and inevitably – he blasted his sticky hot juice into the nanites. They seemed to leap for joy as they sucked greedily at the source of the Nectar.

Then Boots pushed Joe down to his knees with his hand still on the boy’s neck, and offered him his cock to suck.

“Dude, you’re fucking hot and all, and this thing, whatever it is, is great, but is this really the time?”

“Suck.”

Joe looked around and shrugged. “Fuck, what could it hurt?”

And he clamped his lips down on the soldier’s meaty shaft. Within minutes, he had been subjugated and added to the hive. The nanites, fueled by his salty liquid, multiplied again and again, until there were three spiders – one for each of the human hive.

“They are sealing off the deck. If we split up, we can subjugate more men.” Boots said.

“They cannot keep us contained.” Joe agreed.

“So be it.” Travis added.

There were four areas left in the sealed off portion of C deck – one barrack, a mess hall, a gym, and the landing bay. Each of the men went in separate directions, and the three spiders all scuttled into the landing bay.

 

The Barrack

Barrack 32 was mostly full when Sergeant Travis arrived. One of the men near the door noticed his entrance and said, “Hey, what are you doing here? Couldn’t find your own barrack? Or clothes?”

The others laughed. Travis counted about 46 men. He would have to start small.

“Yeah, to tell you the truth I live up on A deck, but I come down here sometimes to visit C Deck aft’s ah…attraction. I was…showering there when the attack hit, and now they’ve sealed off this area, so I can’t get back, and I have no clothes, so…”

The man chuckled, and Travis thought he saw him glance at Travis’ stiffening cock. “Yeah…showering. That’s the worst luck man, the ship gets attacked right when you’re getting your cock serviced.”

Travis felt the nanite’s impulses, telling him what to say, “Yeah, and I’m so horny too. The cocksucker in there was a pilot, so he ran out on me.”

The man on the bunk smirked and turned his head, “I can see that. Hey Larkin! Come over here!”

Travis watched as a young soldier approached them. He looked nervously at Travis, then turned to the man on the bunk. “What is it, Kore?”

Kore turned to Travis and smiled confidentially. “Larkin is the newest recruit in our barrack, so he knows his place. Don’t you?” he added vindictively. Larkin nodded sullenly.

“I didn’t hear you, Larkin!”

“Yes, sir.”

“This soldier is horny, Larkin! Relieve him of his tension.”

“Yes, sir.”

The boy (for so he appeared to Travis – he couldn’t have been more than twenty) knelt obediently in front of Travis, whose cock was now standing proudly erect. Swiftly, the young soldier engulfed the shaft in his wet throat.

“Shit! Larkin, you’re good!” Travis encouraged. Seeming pleased with himself, Larkin doubled his efforts, and Travis began breathing heavily.

“Yeah, he’s a regular cocksucker in here. Can’t get enough, now that he’s addicted to cum. Yeah, suck his cock boy!”

Other soldiers nearby added comments to encourage the soldier as he worked Travis’ considerable meat down his throat. Travis gave the boy credit – he had the talent of tongue. Then he swallowed around Travis’ shaft, and the pressure made Travis cum with a grunt.

“Yeah, swallow his load! You know you like it you little cocksucker!” Kore was shouting, stroking his own cock now.

Travis looked down and locked eyes with the boy. When he saw the spark of recognition in his eyes, he knew the nanites in his cum had taken over the boy’s brain. The soldiers would forcefeed their cocks to Larkin, all the while inside him, nanites would multiply.

In that one instant, Barrack 32 was lost.

 

The Mess Hall

Joe looked around the mess hall. Hardly anyone was there, due to the curfew. Then he heard a sound from the kitchen. Smiling, he went behind the serving line, in search of the source, and his prey.

There was a man there, a cook by the look of his wardrobe: he wore an apron over a tight-fitting, sleevless t-shirt and uniform pants. He was sitting on the floor, holding his foot and cursing up a storm. It took several minutes before he noticed Joe’s presence.

“What the fuck are you doing here? The curfew’s on.”

“I could ask you the same. Are you alright?” Joe asked.

The cook sighed. “I knocked the damn pot right onto my toes. Hurts like a motherfucker, but I’ll live.”

“You sure?” Joe asked. “Maybe I should look at that foot.”

“Maybe you should fuck off.” The cook answered. “Nothing’s broken, I’m fine.”

“I’m Joe.” Joe told him, offering his arm. The cook took his hand, and Joe pulled him to his feet and suddenly they were very close together. The mood in the room changed considerably as they gazed at each other closely.

“Kyle.” The cook said softly.

“I think I know something that’ll make you feel better, Kyle.” Joe said.

“Show me.”

Cautiously, Joe leaned closer, and finally pressed his lips against Kyle’s. Kyle took hold of his hips and pulled him closer, opening his mouth to Joe’s tongue.

Joe lifted Kyle clear off the floor and placed him on a counter, grinding their cocks together through their pants. Joe broke the kiss to take off Kyle’s other shoe, and then flipped the apron over his head. Then with his fingers he gently began to lift up the edge of Kyle’s shirt, and Kyle giggled at the touch. Joe kissed each inch of bare skin revealed, slowly disrobing the man, until he returned once again to the cook’s lips.

“Mmm.” Joe said after awhile. He could feel their hard cocks rubbing together.

“Kyle. I’m hungry. I hope you can whip up something special.”

Joe dragged his teeth lightly across Kyle’s right pectoral, and then began to travel downward.

Kyle laughed out loud. “How about a milkshake? Family recipe.”

“Perfect.” Joe replied, ripping open the top of Kyle’s pants.

Within seconds, Kyle’s throbbing shaft was housed in Joe’s mouth, and Joe was working him up and down with surprising intensity.

And indeed, the foot’s pain was forgotten, lost in the pleasure of Joe’s hot blowjob. He felt Joe’s tongue sliding over the thick vein on the bottom of his shaft, and the light touch of his head against the back of Joe’s throat, when suddenly Joe lunged forward and swallowed the entire length. Kyle shuddered in surprise, the tight wet warmth surrounding him was sending him to almost unbearable heights.

And then Joe swallowed around him, and his muscles squeezed Kyle’s sensitive head. With a cry, Kyle arched his back and came, spraying long ropes of salty cum down the hot young soldier’s gullet.

When they had both recovered a little, Joe met Kyle’s eyes again. Kyle frowned. There was something different about this stud – some dark hunger in his eyes he hadn’t seen before.

“Feed me more, Kyle. I’m still hungry.”

“Man, I just came, give me a moment to recharge.”

Joe lunged forward. “I must have MORE!”

 

The Gym

Boots wandered through the gym, searching for men to seduce. He walked with a swagger, still only wearing his tall, black combat boots. His cock jutted out in front of him proudly, swaying back and forth as he walked.

But no one was there to be tempted.

Disappointed, he wandered towards the recreational area. There was a pool, a sauna, lockers, and separate massage rooms in the back, if soldiers needed to relax. Boots smiled at the idea, and headed towards the back.

As he passed the pool, he saw one man swimming laps. The man paused to look up at him, and his eyes widened at the sight of Boots’ muscled body framing his huge cock. Seeming to realize that he was staring, the swimmer shook himself, and kept swimming. Boots sighed and continued on his way towards the back.

At the other end of the pool, the swimmer’s eyes followed him.

Boots wandered into the massage area’s lobby. There were four rooms. No one was at the desk, called away by the curfew. But in the back, he saw a light on. He went towards it.

It was the masseuse’s office. Inside, an attractive man with hazel eyes and curved lips looked up in surprise as Boots entered.

“Uh…hi there. Can I help you?”

Boots gave him credit. He did not seem flustered by his state of undress. But then, he was a masseuse on a battle cruiser. He must be more used to naked men than most.

“I live up on Deck B but got stuck here by the curfew. Been feeling tense lately, and thought – why not use the time I’m stuck down here to get a massage?”

The masseuse smiled. “Well, there is a curfew, but since I suppose neither of us is going anywhere, I might as well help out a weary soldier. Follow me.”

The masseuse led Boots out of his office and into one of the rooms. He gently had Boots remove his boots, and then lay down on the table.

“Looks like you’re in very good shape, soldier. What’s bugging you?”

“My thighs mostly.” Boots replied. “I don’t know…”

“It’s alright. We’ll work it all out. If you could lay face down? Do you want a towel?”

“Why bother?” Boots smirked. “You’ve already seen the goods. If it doesn’t bother you, I’ll stay like this.”

“Oh no, no bother at all.” The masseuse replied quickly.

“What’s your name?” Boots asked, lying down.

“I’m Dr. Ian Staven. You can call me Ian.” He answered, placing his hands on Boot’s muscular shoulders.

“So you’re a doctor?”

“Yes. The ship doesn’t bring along inessential personnel, so my usual job is in Med Bay. But we have a rotation of doctors, so when I’m off, I run the massages.”

Ian’s hands were wonderful, working out the stress and working in the oils. Soon Boots’ back glistened, and Ian was working on his calves.

They fell into silence as Ian’s hands moved up his legs to his large thighs. True to his word, Ian worked long and hard. Occasionally, he touched Boots’ round ass in passing, and the contact made him shiver in anticipation.

“Turn over please.”

Boots flipped, revealing once again his long, thrumming, ten inch cock, which lay rigid against his well-defined six pack abs.

“Sorry, doc.”

“Not at all, I’m used to that. In fact, if you wish, I’ll help you out a bit at the end.”

“I’d like that.”

They lapsed back into silence as Ian worked on the front of Boots’ thighs. Boots sighed at the contact, oil sliding so near his sensitive organs. He began to leak precum onto his stomach.

Ian finished his work with remarkable professionalism, despite Boots’ highly aroused state. He slapped Boots’ thighs gently and smiled.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“Now about that ending.”

Ian reached forward and gently took hold of Boots’ shaft. Very calmly, he began to jerk Boots off.

“You do this a lot doc?” Boots asked, placing his hands behind his head.

“Most of my patients request it. It’s the nature of a massage to be intimate, and so many of these soldiers need sexual relief. I consider it just another part of my job.”

“But do you enjoy it?”

Ian was silent for a moment, but never stopped stroking Boots’ meat.

“Yes. I’ve come to appreciate the beauty of a hot cock in my hands. And soldiers like you are, frankly, very attractive to me.”

“Doc…”

“Ian.”

“Ian,” Boots said, “I find it easier to cum when another guy in the barracks is jerking with me, you know? As a buddy thing.”

“I understand. Do you want me to?”

“Yes.”

Ian nodded and took off his shirt, then pants. Soon he was naked next to the table. Then he returned his hands (for it took both hands) to manipulating Boots’ heated pole. In turn, Boots reached out and took hold of Ian’s cock, which was already a hard seven inches.

“Oh god yeah, doc. Just like that. Work my cock.”

Precum slicked the length of Boots’ erection, and the friction was starting to draw him closer to his finale. In turn, he began jerking Ian faster as well.

They reached climax in perfect unison. Boots moaned. “Oh, I’m gonna cum doc!” and suddenly his balls drew close and with a surge he was blasting hot spurts of cum all over his muscular chest. His cum looked white, but there were silvery traces in it.

Ian came at the same time, his cock spraying the side of Boots’ hip and the table.

The nanites on his chest instantly detected the fuel, and collected on the table, absorbing Ian’s sticky blasts.

“What the hell?” Ian muttered. Then the nanites leaped onto his cock from the table, sucking out every last drop of essence.

Ian gave a shout of alarm, which turned into a groan of pleasure. Outside the door, Boots heard a noise. Quickly he stood up and opened the door a crack. The nanites formed a gag so that Ian wouldn’t make any more noise.

The swimmer was in the lobby, looking for him. Boots smiled.

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