ISS3: Contact 2 (scifi)
by J_Alexander
A loud clunking noise came from the air ventilation and the customary hum rolled to a halt for the second time that day.
“Shit.” Knut grumbled.
He opened the grate and looked inside, but he couldn’t see what had caused the malfunction.
“Cap’s gonna have my ass.” He muttered aloud again.
Knut smiled to himself as he pictured that image: the studly captain, groaning in pleasure as he plowed his thick meat into Knut’s ass over and over again. Knut often fantasized about being taken by the captain in various ravishing settings. In the kitchen, in the showers, in the weapons lab…
Suddenly he realized that without the air conditioning, he could hear how deadly silent the space station really was.
He didn’t like that. It was unnerving. There should be some noise at least. But then a sound came from the ventilation again. A faint scratching sound. It tapped lightly along until it stopped again. No sounds.
“What the hell?”
“What’s up?” a silky smooth baritone asked from behind him. Knut turned around.
It was Ethan. The hunky lab assistant. Knut had the hots for him as well, although at eighteen years old and secretly gay, Knut pretty much had the hots for every man on the station, even the Doc.
Sadly, it was dangerous to get involved with someone when you lived in such a small space with them for a period of ten years or longer. Still, Knut jerked off often, thinking of the Cap’s muscular arms, or Ethan’s piercing eyes and pouty lips.
“The air conditioning just went out, again.”
“Is it the same reason as the first time?” Ethan asked, frowning.
“No, I checked the belt again, that’s fine. It’s something in the oxygen replenishment core. I’ll have to go in myself. Tell the Cap, would you?”
“Will do. Need a boost?”
“Thanks.” Knut said, smiling. The grate was a little high, but he could easily have reached it on his own. Knut suspected that Ethan just wanted to get his hands on his sculpted twink body. Sure enough, once his upper body was in the ventilation shaft, Ethan’s hands moved to his ass, gently supporting his weight until he wiggled his way in.
“I’ll go tell the Cap what’s goin on. You gonna be able to get out of there?”
“Yeah. It’s narrow here, but once I get to the core I can turn around.”
The shaft was very tight around him. Knut had to scooch forward on his elbows and drag himself along. His shoulders were almost too wide for the space, and his bulging biceps didn’t help matters.
“Whatever, I’ve just got to get to the core and get this fixed, or we all suffocate. No pressure or anything.”
Suddenly he heard it again: the faint scratching noise. He wanted to pull out his flashlight, but the tight space wouldn’t let him reach it. Suddenly scared, Knut stopped moving. A few seconds later, the tapping noise stopped.
“This is getting really creepy.”
So he started moving again...
“Captain?” Ethan asked. He knocked again, then pressed his ear to the door.
Inside he could hear the sound of clothes rustling and the clink of a belt clasp. The captain must be getting dressed. But then suddenly the door slid open. The Captain was there, wearing only his pants and carrying his sidearm, with a crazed look in his eye.
Ethan surveyed the Captain’s body with admiring eyes. His upper body was broad and heavy with muscles. Large pecs with round, dark nipples, and a solid six-pack. Veined, bulging arms, and a light coating of dark hair across it all. Ethan shook himself to break his daze and asked,
“Captain, are you alright?”
“No, Ethan, we have a serious problem. Where’s Knut? Where’s everyone? I need to warn them-”
“Captain, I just saw Knut, he went into the air ventilation system because he heard something. Said there was a problem with the oxygen replenishment core.”
Cap grabbed Ethan’s shoulders, his eyes manic. “No! That’s where it went! He’s heading straight towards it!”
Knut made it to the oxygen replenishment core without further trouble. The core itself was a small octagonal room with a blue energy core at the center. All around it were the algae tanks which processed sewage and refreshed the ship’s atmosphere.
He checked the core twice, but all he could find was one disconnected wire. It hadn’t even been frayed, simply unplugged. Shrugging, Knut plugged it back in, smiling as the core whirred back to life, churning the algae tanks properly and stirring the ship’s air back into motion.
Pleased by the breeze he could feel, Knut stripped off his tank top, using it to mop up the sweat that had accumulated on his muscles in the heat. He debated putting it back on for the trip back out, but decided against it, and tied it to his waist.
Knut paused, pleased with his hot body, and admired himself for a moment in the reflection on a tank.
He had bright blue eyes and a killer smile, and his muscles made him look like a teenage god. Pulling wrenches and climbing around ducts kept him strong, as well as frequent trips to the station’s gym. His arms swelled dramatically, laced with veins pushed to the surface. His pecs protruded nicely, overshadowing a flat stomach rippling with muscles. And a delicious treasure trail skimmed from his abs down to the top of his waistband and beyond.
Hefting his package with one hand, Knut smiled proudly. He had a nice big cock, seven inches and cut. His balls were nothing to laugh at either.
Stretching his arms and back briefly, Knut smirked at his juicy reflection again and headed back to the cramped ventilation shaft. He squeezed himself inside, his sweat making the metal cold against his bared skin.
He had inched his way along for about ten meters when he heard it again: the tapping noise. Only this time it was loud, and getting faster.
“Oh my god.”
Now Knut could hear Ethan’s voice shouting in the distance what he hadn’t been able to hear in the core because of the fan.
“Knut, can you hear me? You need to get out of there!”
“There’s something in here!” he answered.
“We know! Just hurry!”
Terrified out of his mind, Knut scooted his way forward. The tapping noise got louder and louder, and then it rounded the corner in front of him.
It looked like a silver spider, but huge like the size of a cat. It scuttled towards him, its legs making the tap, tap, tap noise that he’d been hearing.
Knut let out a scream of terror just as it reached him. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t reach in his pocket for his wrench or anything else. There wasn’t any room. So he was frozen as it changed shape right in front of him into an amoeba-like blob. The blob squeezed past him, fluidly changing itself to climb around him. When it touched his skin, Knut jumped and tried to scoot forward again. But the nanites dropped down on the small of his back and as he dragged himself forward, they sheared through the material of his pants and underwear.
“What the fuck is this thing?!?!” he shouted again, crawling naked now along the shaft, his genitals smushed against the cold metal by the weight of his body.
Then a tendril wrapped itself around his ankle and held him there. He couldn’t escape as the nanite swarm flowed over his back, slid between his butt cheeks, and engulfed his cock and balls in silver.
Suddenly a gasp of fear became a groan of pleasure. Knut couldn’t reach down, so he stretched his arms forward enough to turn himself over onto his back. Then he could see the silver blob attached parasitically to his juicy teenage cock. But the cramped space wouldn’t let him reach down.
The silver blob formed what looked like a mouth and swallowed Knut’s cock, licking the slit on the knobby head, and then engulfing the rest in a deep-throat that no human could possibly do. Knut let out an “AAaaah! Oh god, oh god, MMM, YES!” even though he wanted to scream “NO” as the warmth of the nanites massaged his heated organ. A tiny tendril slipped around the base of his shaft like a cock ring and kept his blood from departing. Then it began to vibrate, causing Knut to arch his back, pressing his sweaty chest muscles against the top of the shaft.
The pleasure was inhuman, as the blob began massaging his balls as well. Knut’s breath came in ragged gasps now as the blob squeezed him in all the right places.
He could take no more torture. Letting out a howl, Knut fired his teenage load, which came and came, spraying his hot liquid into the silver nanites like a cannon.
Satisfied, the nanites greedily devoured the gigantic load that had been delivered. They detached from Knut’s body and retreated down the shaft, multiplying into something even bigger.
Knut took a deep breath, wondering what he would say when he got out, turned himself over again, and began crawling out.
When he reached the entrance in the Life Support module, the Cap and Ethan were waiting for him. They helped the boy out of the shaft and Cap turned to Ethan.
“Get him some clothes please.”
Ethan took one look at the Cap’s face and left quickly.
Rick Dayne himself looked tired and a bit haggard. Still, he made no attempt to conceal his scoping of Knut’s abused teenage body. Could it be that the Cap whom Knut had fantasized after fantasized after him too?
“So it got to you.” He finally said.
“I was in the shaft…I couldn’t move…couldn’t get away…”
“It’s alright.”
“Couldn’t help it…”
“Shhhh.”
Suddenly Knut dissolved into tears, collapsing into the Cap’s large arms. He didn’t care that he was naked. He might once have even taken pleasure in such close contact with the Captain. But all he wanted right now was an explanation, and sleep.
Back in the Captain’s quarters, the blob slid out of the ventilation shaft and scuttled across the floor. It was much bigger now, and much more intelligent.
It found a picture on the desk, of the first man it had drained. Pleased, the blob began to change.
A few minutes later, a perfect copy of Rick Dayne was standing in the Captain's quarters, completely naked. He cracked his neck and began looking for clothes.
As he pulled on a pair of pants, he caught his image in the mirror. One of his eyes was still silver. Winking cheerfully, the silver disappeared.
And then the nanites went in search of more prey.