Thread: Some very pornographic literature

It was late at night on station eight, and Joe and Jake were making passionate love to each other. Station eight was in orbit around a large but ancient and mostly dead star. Sex between adults was fully legal on station eight, of any sexuality or orientation. Unlike on station six, where station policy was to forcibly conjugate, and this was enforced brutally and anally by the stations security crew, on station eight, station crew and civilian staff were free, sexy, and liberal. Station eight policy dictated that those who loved would be partners in sexual joy, and uniquely among the many stations of star sigma alpha system ex one three, marriage was not an option for men, or women, at all. Unlike on station four, where it was compulsory for all people of all sexualities, and approved at the age of twenty five, as was the culture of station four. It was similar on station sixteen, a communist station on which all people shared all things, and were happy. On station sixteen, however the marriages were mass marriages, and as the relations developed they expanded, until at the end of their one hundred and fifty years of life, there were on average eight in every partnership, and they were taking it in the ass mouth and anywhere else you could put it three times a day in group orgies. While man on man was a policy on all stations in sigma alpha system ex one three, it was a shock to the passing space vessels that would dock at these stations to find on station nine it was entirely required for sexual conjugative purposes that all men engage in relations with men, and all women with women, except for three times a system year. Joe slid his finger gently into Jakes tight ass and thought to himself, why does Jake refuse to use a girls name in public. Joe and Jake loved each other, and Joe accepted, as did everyone on station eight, that Jake liked dudes. Jake liked dudes, and Jake loved Joe, and station eight was the station on which they lived. Jake thought occasionally, as Joe passionately jacked him off and stroked and fingered his asshole, that a threesome would be fun, but Joe was a one man guy and he loved him. Threesomes were common on station eight, but what was more common on station eight was two dudes sitting side by side holding hands. Joe and Jake were in love, and they were two dudes who were in love. Jake loved Joe, Joe loved Jake, and Jake was everything Joe wanted him to be and more. Joe was into dudes, and he made them his girl whore bitches, but he never violated their sexual liberal rights by forcing them to do anything but service him sexually, and he had never once forced one of his whore bitches to sleep with a woman unless they told him they wanted to. Jake would do anything for him, and what Joe wanted that day was for him to lick his tight pansexual asshole. So he asked him to, and he did that. He bit his tight beautiful ass, and licked it, and privately thought why did he not use a girls name. He knew why if the girls of station eight found out about their secret, they would be all over them. Station sixteen had never had an issue with communo-girl rape, but the oppressive bisexual regime of the mysterious scout vessel system sigma nine did on occasion set the girls on them because they were a bisexual vessel. The dudes were cute, the girls were crazy, but Jake like dudes. Joe respected Jake, and Jake loved Joe, and Jake would do anything for him. The bisexual vessel sigma nine had not passed by station eight or sent any message or communiqu for five system years. Jake was glad of that, as the last time they passed by, they broadcast one of their bisexual systems broadcasts. They thought that was funny, as did most of the station, but it effected the lives of Jake and Joe for weeks and weeks and weeks. They thought back on it on occasion and laughed. Jake was thinking back to those awful weeks when they thought he might potentially be cheating on Joe with the commissar ships director of station sixteen, and inside he cried, but outside he bit hard on the side of Joes hot manly ass, and gently stroked him between his legs and slid his other hand along his soft dark thigh. Joe was expected on duty as a ships intelligence investigative officer in a few hours, but he could do what he wanted to in the meantime. What he wanted to do was to ram Jakes asshole hard and fast. Joe liked the fact that Jake was insisting on using a guys name, but he knew if he subjugated him sexually further, he would do whatever he asked him to. They had not seen each other for a few years, but he knew he loved him, as he had been busy with work. Jake was a ships research assistant technician in training, and he loved Joe. Joe asked him if he could do everything he wanted to. Jake said he wanted to sleep, but Joe knew what that meant. That meant he wanted him to ram him without consent. So he pinned him down, and rammed him hard and fast. Jake said it hurt, and it did, but that did not mean Jake didnt like it. It just meant he didnt officially like it. Jake was turned on by being pinned down by dudes, but exclusively dudes. Jake liked dudes. Jake loved Joe. Jake made it very clear to Joe that he liked it rough, but only from Joe, and only from dudes. Jake was a dude who liked dudes, and he knew it. Joe knew it also, as did station eight. He had few friends on other stations, but he had contact with vessel sigma one, vessel sigma two, and vessel sigma six on occasion, as they patrolled the regions between stations eight and fourteen as a matter of course. System sigma alpha star ex one three was a large system, and colony ships were disheartened to discover that there were not three habitable planets and two moons in the system, but there was infact only one large moon capable of supporting life. It had taken over eight hundred years to make transit to the system, and the colony fleet directorial staff did not see fit to return. Occasional messages with hub star alpha six alpha were exchanged in the time between arrival and the point of stable construction, and terraforming activity continued. The planet, named Planet Eco-sigma, would be habitable in no less than three hundred system years, and then Hab-stations one through six would immediately be towed by sigma-beta fleet to orbit and the crew would make direct planet-fall. But that was far past the lifetimes of any living man or woman on ship. Joe knew this, and Jake knew this, and Jake also knew that Joe was riding his ass hard. He was reaming him with his hot man cock, his hands pinning him down, his hot body pressed up against his. Jake loved Joe, and Joe was madly in love with Jake, Jake knew for a fact. Jake knew this because he never asked if he was being too rough with him, but also he noticed that he knew he was not. This meant he loved him, and Jake loved being love-raped up his ass by Joe. Joe came in his ass, venereal disease not being an issue on station eight. He pulled himself out, and grabbed his ass, and slid a finger in it. Jake didnt like being asked to give him a blowjob after he pulled out. He liked it when Joe grabbed him by his short dark hair and forced him to go down on him. But he always asked, because he was beautiful. Station eight was not the largest and most beautiful station in the system, but it was the most prestigious for research and development on science and space economy. It had a small comms system, and Joe had worked there in the past as a cryptographic intelligence agent, before moving to a directorial post. Jake was a minor research assistant on the other hand, spending most of his time alone with his data-systems link relay system, but also being very active on the comms research scene. He was an asossciate comms research agent, but he was hoping to be promoted at a later date. He was shocked one day to receive a message from Station three, activating from his personal cell. System risk issue ongoing, personal relay, system four sigma four sigma four alpha sigma eight four one four eight one request assist. It seemed strange at first, but as he deciphered the code with his drug-geno-enhanced brain, he began to laugh. It read like this Girl raping me in sick ways, need assist from hot dude on station eight. Sending to several parties, requesting assist with horrible situation. He was turned on at the thought of helping the guy, whos com signal he did not recognise. However he had had several contacts with that station, and he was happy to assist a dude in need. He started a video link and found this a hot young red haired dude of the smallest proportions, looking no older than twenty-one system years. He was turned on, and he knew it. The dude was shirtless, and looked panicked. He thought to himself, should I help this dude out? And of course he messaged direct One six alpha system alpha hub contact past five five one, one one, contact direct. This translated as Seem hot, seem to want sex, begin personal communication if assist required. Need assist now, sex later, please contact captain, the gorgeous young redhead replied. Jake never being one to deny a dude in danger did so directly noticing a crucial danger code contact captain. He put a contact through to a friend in comms relay intelligence office six, station eight, and then said to the hot young redhead Is it urgent, or do we have time? Time for anything, hot dude station eight, the redhead replied. Jake didnt know his name, but he thought hed ask eventually. He opened his own comms relay and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He took off his space fabric jeans, exposing the tight red and black lace girls underwear Joe made him wear at all times or he would refuse to let him do anything but lick his tight asshole every day for a week. He wore them most days, since the day he discovered that if he bit his leg just right he would pin him down and jack him off until he came. Hot, the dude on station three said. He unbuttoned his own jeans, and pulled out his small but perfect cock. Dont know whats going on, he said, But the other day vessel nine docked, and now the girls are all over me. Vessel nine is a scout vessel, theyre messing with you because youre cute and theyre bored, Jake replied. Just grab a dude until they leave you alone, preferably one of their crew. Sure thing, if you want. I have dreams no one else has, and they accepted me before they did that, the redhead They all know, dude theyre messing with you. Maybe if you were to jack off a bit it would turn us both on. If you were to tell me more about you. What do you like in bed. Cant transfer you yet, but if you want to move station if we get to know each other a bit better maybe we could have you on staff in a few years. What do you do, are you still studying? The young redhead looked terrified, and began to jack off for Jake on his vidcam. I think I could tell you that its not much. Im a crewman in no specific training, and I dont think I could apply. Cant get you on station eight then. Whats the issue? They say Im bisexual and theyre all over me, but I like dudes. Oh, thats always vessel nine. Theyre bored and they think youre cute. Theyre reading your personnel logs, and messing with the system. Maybe you show me your ass and Ill tell you more. Thats cool, just wanted to chat with someone about my issues, ha ha ha lured you in. Cool, thats cool, Jake replied, making sure to activate a systems trace on his comms link trace system. He spent a few minutes watching the hot young redheaded dude jack off and finger his tight ass, as he waited for the trace to confirm there had been no intercept. Issues with girls then? Dont we all have them, he said. God, Im turned on, the redhead replied. He jacked off for a while longer and came. The trace came back, valid, no intercept. Good, Jake thought, just wanted sex. He profiled the report as he jacked off over the guy sitting there looking scared but in awe at his manly body, his small cock still hard, his trimmed auburn pubic hair there so beautifully tousled, on the high res graphic screen. System seemed good, most likely issue wanted a brief liason for information. Jake thought he was cool enough, and the most likely option was to send a secondary intercept message to security systems to nix rescue and arrange transfer to vessel nine. The kid would love it, there were dude who liked dudes on vessel nine actually, even if they were allegedly bi. Vessel nine was a strange but very sexy vessel, and the kid would love it. He messaged a brief intercept, System nine one nine transfer system eight one alpha vessel engage, to the comms agent he had contacted. Reply came in a few minutes, Alpha vessel nine affirm, contact go. The game was on. Hed have to tell Joe about this at some point. If he didnt, would he still love him? He assumed so, and was correct. Vessel nine comms agent received the message at the end of ships time session four, date undisclosable, time mention four six one. Comms agent Mt16, name undisclosable, was excited and turned on to hear the news. The cute redhead they were trying to recruit had contacted foreign stations as expected. Why station eight, he wondered, and not station sixteen. Station sixteen would use different methods there would be a brief diplomatic comms contact with a ships director, rather than a message to personnel procurement, as was the method used habitually by the sex animals of station eight, and an approved transfer. Several other messages had been sent, and he seemed to be chatting pleasantly with a friend on the same station. The other messages were refused, as the hot young research assistant with his beautiful tousled brown hair had placed a priority contact to his own security team and a contact barr advisory with policing and comms services on other stations and vessels. A minor comms aide on station sixteen had placed a minor contact request, but vessel nine were heavily disadvising station sixteen would be hot for a kid his age yes, but also their group sexcreation policies might be a bit rough and ready. They would request a direct position within ten years, which wasnt a long time they usually waited only a few months, maybe two years. The young guy was almost a virgin, also, and Mt16 thought it best to break him in for a bit on vessel nine before doing anything with him. System analasys protocols had placed him as a young homosexual with a strong fetish for rope ties and guys in girls underwear. It was all legit and legal, and there was no need to conceal anything in his history to get him on staff. Not that they usually would, but this kid was hot. Register meeting reconnaissance interview begin, Mt16 commed to Agent 421, ships position rescue procurement agent station time. The decoy harassment on the cute redhead, Josh, had worked, and baited him out into contacting what could be conjuectured as a rescue request, and the plan was afoot. The guys would be out to pick him up shortly, having placed a directive vessel-station demand with the personnel director responsible for him. The girls would be off him in a few days, and he would be on vessel and off station, as was policy with vessel nine. They would then ram him in his tight ass and shove their manly cocks down his almost virgin throat, until he begged for more. They picked people up this way sometimes, and while his records stated he was not into three on one, Mt16 was sure he could change his mind in a few week. Because he was a cute redhead, and they were sure nobody would miss him. He like dudes, and they respected that. Agent 421 ships procurement division commed back Entry, approaching, six nine alpha nine ready to collect, seems willing, seems ready. Mt16 wondered what was going on with the team, so he activated a screen on to view the team with their new proposed officer. Three ships procurement agents were sitting casually in a bar near the quarters from which Josh had put out his assist request. The plan had worked, as Josh was sitting alone in the corner drinking from a small bottle of what appeared to be some narcotic or another. Agent procurement 6sigma1, real name Jack, moved in for the rescue. He sat next to him, passing him a cup of alcoholic synthate material semi-vodka, and drinking some himself. Got a message from some research clerk on station eight hear youre having some trouble. Youve been proposed a position on vessel nine, if youre interested. Josh was excited. Sure thing, he said, drinking half the cup of semi-vodka. He looked into the guys eyes. Jake had mentioned that they did things like this, and this was his opportunity to get off the oppressive and anti-communistic station four. The guys name he didnt know, but he knew that he was the hottest piece of space trash he had ever seen. His heart beat fast, as did the rest of him. He knew then that he was in love. Id love to, he said. He wanted him bad. On station four he had been found ineligible for training, and it was unlikely that he would be given any useful post in future. Station four was a colony station, and interesting positions were hard to get. As was Josh, he thought to himself. 6sigma1 looked over at his associates, Agent421 commed to 6sigma1, Six alpha one six begin. 6sigma1, or Tom, grabbed Josh by the hair and said, You look gorgeous in that shirt. Maybe if you would come with me we could strip you off and change you into something more comfortable. Josh looked scared momentarily, but then entirely enticed. He looked deep into Toms eyes and noticed his lips parting without his own control. Tom, 6sigma1, pulled him close and kissed him, his tongue wrapped around his. Josh placed his hand inside Toms shirt, hard and aroused by the gorgeous crew procurement agents manly form, and his soft, perfect lips. Come on Tom, we need him fast. We cant legitimise this transfer if we keep him here for too long, Agent31, or Tony, said. Tom grabbed Josh by his weak, redheaded shoulder, and pulled him up. Come on, lets go, he said. He commed to Agent421 Alpha begin six one six begin, time to fly, and took Josh by his elbow, pulling him along with him. Josh timidly placed his hand on Toms hip. Tom grinned, privately turned on by the fun they were going to have when he got him on ship, and damn near came in his pants. He was hot for this kid, and he knew theyd got a good one here. They left the bar together. Josh didnt quite immediately realise that he was leaving the station on which he was born forever. But he was glad to leave, because he had little hope there besides a life working and living the same life he had lived. He wondered how many others were en-route to vessel nine. So he asked, and Agent31 replied, Twenty seven from your sector, and four hundred from others. Its not standard to raise kids on ship, so we pick them up at about your age, as you know. Especially the cute ones. Some expecting mothers are disembarking, as well as some new families who were born on ship. You will of course be servicing us sexually and taking all orders on ship. Well put you on as a civilian staff officer at first, until we can teach you the ropes. We will be leaving in a week. We need to go quickly, though, as there is a short window of opportunity to get this semi-legal transfer legitimised. Josh had a semi himself at the thought of his new life aboard ship. He was turned on by not only the two hot guys and the nameless girl he was with, but also by the sexed-up life he would lead aboard vessel nine. The three ships procurement agents escorted him along the internal boulevard of the station on which the drinking parlour he had been in sat upon. Station four was large, as it needed to be to prepare for the colonisation of Eco-sigma, holding over eight hundred thousand souls. It contained plenty of space for population growth, and as a major civilian station it was situated in a colonisation zone between the second and third planetoids orbiting gas-giant Eco-giant-sigma-one. As he walked with the procurement agents along the boulevard, other young hopeful and entirely sexually aroused station citizens walked with their recruiting agents towards the transit bay used by vessel nine to embark upon their sexual adventure in space. He was turned on, and while the girls did not appeal to him that way, the boys were hot. Vessel nine was a sexy space ship, and he knew it, as did all of the young gorgeous hopefuls. Usually we would interview on station, but you turn us on, so well be doing that en-route, Tony said to Josh. We have a system brief on your activities and prolectivities, as well as your preferences, and were sure youll fit right in. We just need to gauge your reactions to a few basic questions. Josh was nervous about this, but also entirely aroused and ready to act. He answered that he was ready to give any basic information they needed. They asked, as they walked, Josh and Toms arms linked, Joshs hand still on Toms hip, about his prior partners and sexual activity. He mentioned the few relations hed had, the two brief liasons with station crew, both his own age, and the attempted seduction the girls had been giving him since he had been alleged to be bisexual. Tom laughed, squeezed Joshs tight young ass and said that they had done it to the intent of recruiting him. He looked embarrassed, and asked why. Tom told him to ask no questions. He asked about the gorgeous young research assistant on station eight with his tousled short brown hair. Josh, timidly at first, but as the conversation got more steamy, described the wild passionate vid-display sex they had had. Tom thought of messaging station eight for video date, for personal reasons, but of course he realised they had it already. They passed by a young couple making out leaned up against a synthetic oxy-tree who looked to be having fun. They were a guy and a girl, which was not uncommon on station four, unlike on the communist station sixteen where, as mentioned prior, same-sex relations were enforced except for on three days every system year. The girl procurement agent looked over at the couple, but as they couldnt stop, even for a minute, she continued to escort Tony, and Tom and Josh, who were looking more turned on by the minute. There was little risk to this procurement, as sexual liberal policy on station four allowed transfer of anyone, even those ineligible for training or work position, in a three station period unit period, and that was plenty of time for the crew of vessel nine. Agent31 sent a minor comm message to security team eight infiltrator John, System begin recruit profile nine alpha six alpha six alpha four six four alpha four six eight alpha four, to signify that the meeting was successful, the interview had been passed, and the sexy young redhaired Josh was happy and aroused. John messaged back, Four one alpha valid, station eight support six high, sixteen offer allow refuse, meaning that the system directorial team was ready to transfer and that they had successfully completed assosciated transfer objective nine two four get the sexy redhead off station without beaurocratic interference. Successful objective nineteen complete personal, Agent31 thought, and he felt himself stirring for the young redhead and the room they had for him on vessel. He thought that hed have a lot of fun with Josh. They had plenty of time to get him on ship, and once shuttle sixteen, which was to carry him and a hundred other young crewmen, who had been recruited for numerous reasons, although mostly like Josh for their sexy young bodies and their adorable fetishes. Tony mentioned that it would be inadvisable to stop for a drink, as the directorship of station four were still investigating the alleged sex-rape, which they could at any time discover to be a fabrication for transfer purposes for Josh. Josh was too busy feeling Toms tight ass, one finger slid gently down the centre, beneath his standard space-uniform, to care. Tom was thinking of the night of passion he would give Josh on the shuttle, which would be about as long as it would take to travel from station eight to vessel nine. They could do nothing to stop the transfer if discovered, but they would complain if they failed to arrange the operation according to inter-vehicle protocol. He was also thinking of the small pink nipples beneath the tight grey fabric shirt that he desperately wanted to tear off the gorgeous small bodied redhead, so that he could pin him down and ram himself in him. But the time for sex was later, and the time for action was now. As they joined the crowd of young transfer recruits en-route to the embarkation bay, Josh felt turned on not only by the new, fulfilled life he was going to lead on vessel, but also by the cute research assistant with the tousled brown hair, and the sexy vessel agent who he could feel gently prodding finger into his tight asshole. He was embarrassed, but also aroused, to notice that everybody could see the guys hand down the back of his space-jeans, and the crowd were obviously not ashamed to notice themselves. They were careful not to mention it, however few guys were looking over as were a few girls. Josh was turned on by this, and he noticed that Tom was also. During the security profile Tom had asked Josh a few questions about his sex habits. He had noted with Agent421 that he seemed excited but also slightly unready for group orgies. Theyd break him in, Tom supposed, and then he would be their bitch whore slut space whore. He mentioned this to Josh, who looked turned on and also slightly intimidated. He slid another finger into Joshs tight almost virgin asshole. Josh wondered if he would get another chance to talk to the sexy young research assistant on station eight with his short, tousled brown hair and his beautiful skin, his dark complexion and his sexy, seven inch cock. He might, he thought. Should be embarking soon, Tony said, thinking that he might have a go on the young guy. He loved that Tom had picked him up, and he wondered if hed pass the entry exams for training in security or agent procurement. He thought hed got a good chance, and they could always keep him as their bitch if not. Seven four alpha four alpha six alpha four alpha entry begin, start casual, Mt16 commed to Tom, Agent John is ready to enter, bring him aboard, shuttle ready soon enough. Youve got plenty of time for a drink before you set off, no need to be tense about it, shuttle should board within a few time units. Sounds good, sir, will be doing so with Josh privately, Tom said, politely, Seems a good kid, getting along with him well enough. Hed be right at home on ship, and the other kids seem to think hes hot enough from the look of it. I dont see why they would not, hes gorgeous. He escorted Josh into a small lounge adjacent to the boulevard leading to the embarkation bay, ordered some drinks for them and a few shots of space psylo-narcotic, and stated to make out with him passionately and sexually, his hand inside his hot young space jeans, gently jacking off his hot station four cock. Jake and Joe were sitting together drinking in a private room on station eight. Jake was only a low-ranking research assistant, so he did not have much authority to requisition station space, but he had managed to gain access to some semi-gin synthate, and some narcotic-stimulant solution to make the night go well. As Joe sat there describing his ongoing events, he had a semi himself. Joe had been drinking a bit too much, his head swimming slightly, but Jake had only had a few shots of narcotic-stimulant, and he was sober enough to know that he wanted Joe bad. Joe was gorgeous, his long dark hair gently falling over his shoulders like a black-ice cascade. Jake wanted to grab it and force his head down on his hard cock, but he knew Joe had the power in this relationship. Joe was definitely going to be grabbing him by his tousled brown hair, and sexily seducing him, and making him do what he wanted to when he wanted to later that night. Joe was hot, and Jake was hot for Joe. Comms security office alpha-nine-four had been profiling the contact from station four for a few micro-station-time-units on a sub-system running on a minor terminal assosciated with the station system command system, on request from vessel nine. The cute redhead, Josh, was just turning nineteen, and had a fetish for handcuffs and guys in girls underwear. Ships personnel profiles had found some very friendly relations, and a close sexual relationship with a guy a few months before the contact. They had confirmed with an agent infiltrator, John, that he was not only sexy as hell, but that the transfer had been approved with tacit legality. Vid images of Josh jacking off for Jake, stroking his tight young red-hair lined asshole with his beautiful young fingers, and shooting his load across his gorgeous pale belly were logged in systems documents, as were a few other vid sequences Josh with his guy, recorded for friends but shared secretly across system links with a few guys who Jake new on station eight, Josh jacking off alone, Josh licking his dudes hot young nipples and stroking his fingers through his pubic hair. Jake was in love with him, he knew, and hoped he was doing well on vessel nine. Time varied from ship to ship, from vessel to vessel, but by the time the vids came through Josh had been on vessel nine, if the operation was going correctly, for long enough to have had his opening briefs on vessel policies, and to have met some of the vessels staff. He wondered what they would be doing with him hopefully something sexy. He hadnt mentioned him to Joe yet, but he was sure hed received a brief from one of his subordinates in the investigative division he worked for. He was directorial staff now, and Jake could tell that, despite the higher prestige and greater station-credit benefit of the position he was bored with his new station entirely. Money was immaterial on station eight, as all staff officers and most associated personnel received all basic accommodation and requirements without any charge, however the concept of the station-credit did allow you to requisition quite a lot of system-protocol time, and quite a lot of extra work on research assignments and private investigations. It also had allowed Jake and Joe to requisition this private chamber for a good few station-days, and also all of the stimulant-narcotics and synth-gin they needed for a good time. They were together alone for as long as they wanted, and Joe was thinking what Jake was thinking space shirts were not necessary for conversation, and neither were space pants. Joe was removing his slightly silver-grey sheened space shirt, when Jake decided to break the news to him. Some cute kid, looked about twenty, on station four, is transferring to vessel nine using procurement method nine one zero one nine v nine eight nine one. The method where they told everyone you left me for commissar director Sarah on station sixteen, you mean. Yes, I refused that transfer, but thats beside the point. Ive got some vids of him, hes pretty hot. He likes dudes, you like dudes, I like dudes, you know? Joe said to Jake. Is he alright? He seems fine, Jake replied, Hes cute. You dont mind that I slept with him do you? Joes soul was crying, but on the outside he was fine. Not at all, he said, I think youre cute, and I love you. Youre perfect, Jake replied. Hed spent the past few nights working as an assistant on a minor project to send a new cryptographic system message to system Beta-sigma-assosciate-four. There wasnt much there but a minor research station, but in a few hundred years Hub-star-eight and Hub-star-sigma-six-fourteen-beta-one would be beginning the preparation to send a colony fleet. Much like the colony fleet which had brought Joe and Jakes ancestors to their current position in a stable orbit around planet-orbital-object-sigma-system-nine-one-nine-one-nine-one-nine, a orbital body serving as a gravity-anchor for the stations current spatial position, far enough from Eco-sigma that it would not interfere with later colonisation activity. Want to watch one of the vids? Jake asked Joe, seductively, slowly but carefully unbuttoning his grey-silver space pants. While research personnel would usually wear a more sombre grey-brown sheen, he was a intelligence-investigative directors romantic partner, and he had the authority to approve his uniform for private but not work purposes. And also his underwear- which were, at all times, pink, lace, and designed for women. He let him wear girls boxers sometimes, but they were never removed. Jake sometimes dreamed of living naked as his whore slave thing, but was always busy with work, except on the few weeks he had free every station year. He took his time with his pants, until Joe grabbed him and pinned him down, sliding his hand into the back of his girly-underwear, sliding a finger up his tight asshole. He stroked his ass with his other fingers, gently groping him. He understood that Jake was hard to handle, and also understood that he loved him, and was cheating on him not because he wanted to, but because he was his bitch and because he told him to. Or at-least he thought he did. Jakes back arched slightly, his passionate lover making passionate love to him. He wanted to jack him off, or lick him anywhere, but Joe had all of the power in this relationship and he knew it. And he loved it. Joe thought, as he slid his finger in and out of his tight ass, carefully pulling down his space-pants, that hed make him lick his asshole. But then he realised that hed like that. He was his dirty little whore, and he loved doing things like that. He could crush his balls, but that would turn him on, he theorised. The last time he tied him up and done that he came in a few minutes. Joe noticed the look of terror on his face, but then he kissed him passionately, and from then on he looked embarrassed every time he slapped him on the ass. Jake begged him not to do this when he saw him at work, or in the station-boulevards that served as transit-access-pathways between station-segments, but Joe could not resist the urge to turn his gorgeous young boyfriend on. He planned to make him his bitch further one day, to make him take up a lighter position as a research clerk for a few months and make him his bitch five days out of every station-week. He could tie him up and rape him as he would like to, and he knew that Jake liked it as much as he did. What he knew Jake liked more was the way his finger was sliding in and out of his tight asshole. He toyed with him for a minute, his other hand playing with his short trimmed brown pubes. He thought of the dreams he had been having lately in which Jake was a woman, and wondered if he would accept the fact that he liked dudes regardless. Jake had secretly been having similar fantasies since he was about eighteen. He also liked dudes. Jake was a dude who liked dudes with fantasies, and Joe was his hot perfect boyfriend. Jake could not live without him, and Joe would not let anyone believe that Jake was anything but his whore. He cleared up the issue with the vessel nine recruitment within days they wanted him bad, but Joe needed him more. Joe loved Jake passionately, and Jake wanted him badly. What he wanted most was for Joe to slide his girls underwear down gently and let him lick his tight manly ass. He decided that Jake was ready for it, and Jake knew he was. So he pushed Jake down on the synthetic plastic decking of the chamber they had requisitioned, and told him he could do what he liked, as long as what he liked was what Joe wanted. He knew what Joe wanted, and so he told him. Joe grinned and kissed him, before grabbing him by the hair and forcing him down on the deck. Joe was ready for Jake to lick his tight ass, and Jake was hard and hot for him. He knew if he did hed let him wear the girly-boxers, and not the girly-underwear. Joe was a hot guy, and Jake loved him, and his long hair that fell across his shoulders like a black-ice cascade. Vessel nine, Jake knew, ran several command-system-unit divisions working on theoretical space combat projects, and he thought the cute redheaded kid would work well on that, if he passed the rigorous testing and examinations that vessel nine used for those divisions. There was little need at this point in colonisation for space combat, but if the ancient conflicts between Hub-system-six-alpha-one-four-nine-alpha-six and outlying star-networks four eight one and undesignated four system, and the raid parties from rogue colony fleet six-four-nine-beta-four were anything to go by, it could be necessary in future. Station eight was a station that had a large division dealing with the theory and practise behind it, and Jake had a few good friends in that division, although he was too low in rank to know much about it. He had been proposed a system-associate position in the flight cryptography development department, but had refused as he felt the position too responsible. He worked in the station communications cryptography department with Joe, and he was sexing him up all day and night because he loved him. Joe and Jake were deeply in love, and Joe knew he loved him. The cute redheads current position proposal was a personnel complement agent however, and he would be sexing up half the crew within a few vessel-weeks, if they could break his tight ass and his cute mouth in as expected. Vessel nine was a sexy ship, and while bisexual was common it was not enforced for the minority of the crew. Josh was a good kid, and Jake thought he was cool, and Joe didnt know about him until he found out. Joe was hurt, but also he loved Jake and understood that Jake was easily deceived by cute redheads. Josh was a cute kid, and Joe thought he might watch one of the vid-flicks they had compiled with Jake, as they drank their synth-gin, and took a few shots of narcotic stimulants. The feature opened with a res-graph that office alpha-nine four had put together of Josh sitting drinking alone, a voice-over saying in station language alpha, spoken by all station personnel, describing the poor young souls soul crushing agony at his inability to find a sexy young partner his own age. Josh drank quietly alone, until a gorgeous young ships procurement agent, listed as the tall mysterious agent from vessel nine, sat next to him. The scene continued for several minutes before moving to another shot, of Josh and Tom making out passionately in a lounge near the embarkation bay of the station. Toms hand was visible inside Joshs space boxers, Josh not yet having reached the point where he exclusively wore girls underwear, as Jake had. Jake loved Josh, and Joe thought he was cute also Jake knew. The vid-flick continued for a while, before moving to a shot of Josh receiving a personnel brief on vessel, the sound-feed playing directly a rare glimpse, the voiceover stated, of life aboard vessel nine. The feed transferred a few minutes later to a private conversation held between Josh and his former partner, of their undying love, and a picture-in-picture feed of them making out passionately. The voice-over began to describe the terrible personnel issue that came about forcing his transfer, but then happily moved over to the joyful reuinion the young couple would have on vessel. After the crew, Tom included, had had a chance to get to know him. Jake knew, as did half of his research division, that the personnel issue had been falsified. While personnel transfer security was tight for essential staff on station four, as was Joshs asshole according to the close up shot that the vid-flick had transferred to during the time it had taken for Jakes stimulant-narcotic solution effected synapses to phrase that last thought-stream. Josh was hot, Jake thought, as he fell gently into Joes arms. Joe loved Jake, and he slid his hand into his girls-underwear. He wondered if he was dreaming of being a girl again, despite the fact that he didnt do things with girls and only liked dudes. He knew he had sub-conditioned him to be that way with some experimental systems that hed requisitioned for a few days station-credits from experimental personnel-conditioning research office nine-one-alpha-four-alpha-six-alpha-six, and he also knew that he would love him more if he knew that he was brainwashing him to be his whore bitch slut. Josh had been on vessel nine for fourteen weeks when he got the news that Sam, his gorgeous lover of a few occasions, had been slipped in to the personnel compliment. The guys had been ramming him hard all night, one at first, and then two, and then eventually three or four. Station sixteen were sexy as hell, and entirely open, despite their mass conjugative union policies. Classified briefs stated that while Eco-sigma would not be colonised in their lifetimes, it would be in the lifetime of their recent descendants. Time-transference between station time and vessel time was an issue, but the hot hard-core sex that had been ongoing between Josh and Tom, and eventually as he got over his nerves a few other ships crewmen, had helped with the transition greatly. Josh thought back to a few nights prior, when Tom had been sliding his tight finger up Joshs tight asshole, as he rammed his face down on another personnel officers hard manly cock, a third pushing him down onto the bed they had made for him, and a fourth jacking off, his hand stroking his pubes, which were trimmed to the point that they were more a light stubble, a light red-brown stubble, and playing with the tip of his manly cock. He was an adorable little redhead, and he was cute. When Sam had been picked up, himself an approved transfer for a position as a ships criminal personnel investigative officer, he had been surprised, but also entirely aroused by the opportunity. He would be sad to leave his friends on station four behind, but as he had been accepted for training as a staff investigative officer on station prior, and had discovered that personnel plans were to place his lover Josh with another station staff officer, as they felt that Sam would be better fit for another officer himself. Sam was not a loyalist of station four, after that point. He loved Josh, and when he found they were using transfer methods to get him on staff, he immediately accepted. He and Josh would be re-united on vessel, he dreamed, and he would be happy again. He had been placed in contact with staff investigator John, and had been profiled for a week for a directorial transfer. Roughly fifty of the four hundred vessel transfers were interviewed this way, as this was a personnel complement transfer rather than a system directorial transfer in which situation the standard directorial complement would be one hundred and fifty, who would themselves be interviewed for the standard week. He was informed that the rest would be station personnel not applicable for station training, or lower ranking station personnel. He was informed that a number of them were prior refused, and had been accepted via diplomatic methods. Josh himself was listed as risk-refused, and he was briefed on the policy, policy code nine alpha one six one alpha one six eight. They planned to falsify a crew-conflict situation on station, which would require a transfer according to station four policy, to a differential segment of the station if personnel profiling methods applied. He was turned on, and a position on vessel was a great opportunity to him. Josh would be transferred by an agency procurement team on the day of embarkation, and Sam would be re-united with him on ship. All he had to do to secure his position was to break up with him briefly, for nothing more than a few station-weeks. Josh was a cute guy, and he would be fully willing to do this to secure a transfer off station onto a vessel such as vessel nine. When Josh found out that Sam was on the personnel register, his heart raced. He loved him still, although he hadnt seen him for so long, and he was passionately excited to know he was back together with him. Sam was hot, and while Josh was being rammed every night by the hot and gorgeous personnel staff of vessel nine, he could not believe that he was back together with Sam. He wondered if the hot young station eight research assistant Jake with his tousled brown hair, or his gorgeous partner Joe, had arranged this transfer. He asked the vessel staff officer giving the information if he was, but the officer pleasantly stated that their positions on vessel were unrelated. If Josh had called station sixteen, however, he mentioned, that they would have taken him directly at the next disembarkation. Vessel nine, however, were proud to have him on staff. He had applied for a position in the vessels security systems intelligence office, as well as in several other personnel segments, and he was hoping to be accepted by one or the other. A ships staff crewmember using designation 55onealpha1, working on projects involving classified-secret space-combat manouvers with single and two-man complement micro-vessels, escorted Josh to meet Sam, his skin dark against Joshs pale white skin, his short black hair standing highlight to Joshs long red hair. When Sam saw Josh, he grabbed him immediately. Ive missed you, Josh, he said, grabbing his ass and sliding one finger into the waistband of the girls boxers he was now wearing. How have you been? Josh had been having a wonderful time on vessel, and he was being rammed in the ass and mouth by half the vessels male homo-erotic personnel. He was loving himself, and was happy to be living away from the sexually repressive personnel-directorship of station four. He mentioned this to Sam, who laughed and playfully bit him on his lip, before kissing him passionately and sliding his hand into his underwear. Josh was hard as a rock, and he pulled Sam close to him, kissing him passionately in response. He had been almost a virgin when they brought him aboard vessel nine, and now he was not only experienced but entirely subjugated by the sexual lust of the hot male personnel of vessel nine. Josh asked Sam quite pleasantly if he wanted him to leave them for him. Sam thought about it for a minute, earnestly wondering if he could have Josh to himself. He didnt know him that well really, although he did strongly want to ram his tight little well-trained virgin asshole, and according to personnel data if he was broken in so easily, that he would do whatever he wanted him to. He knew he could always demand him back later, whenever he needed him, and that he would do whatever he wanted. Because the hot and manly staff personnel of vessel nine were gorgeous that way, and loved to break in tight little whore redhead virgin guys who they picked up on station to fill out their personnel complement. But it was more than that they loved doing a service to star-sigma-alpha-system-ex-one-three by filling the lives and tight little holes of young guys, and also for a lot of the crew girls. Some of the crew liked being girls, and the sub-conditioning they had received from station eight, while formulatory, was being used frequently to further condition crew complement to make them sexy, gorgeous, and exactly what their partners wanted them to be. They had managed to capture some of scientific staff of that station a few years prior, and while one gorgeous research assistant with his tousled brown hair had refused, most of the rest had been transferred using method sixteen-alpha-six, with or without consent. The methods they were using were sexually co-ercive, and they had their own project running, despite the fact that their on vessel research division was only three hundred strong. The gained most of their data from stations eight, nine, four, and sixteen officially, as well as most of their personnel. They were assosciated heavily, however, as a vessel, with Hub-transit-vehicle six, one of the eight giant space-vessels which had in origin housed the drive-systems which allowed the star-gravitic-transit-drives which had carried vessel nine, as well as all associated stations, star-energy-power-systems, other materiels, and vessels, to the system. Hub-transit-vehicle six was currently in orbit around planetary body Eco-sigma, supporting the planetary habitation re-engineering required to turn the air of the planetary body from a grey haze to a beautiful tropical blue summer sky, and the seas from a grey mineral slurry to a water comparable to that on other systems. Vessel nine had last been in close spatial-contact with the vehicle over thirty years prior, but this was a secret very few knew in the system, the vast majority of whom were living either on vessel nine or vehicle six. Hub-transit-vehicles carried not only a complement crew large enough to staff the large drive-vehicles, but also to support to habitation modification of the planets and planetary bodies in system on arrival. Sam had received this briefing three vessel-weeks prior, as had Josh. But this didnt matter to them much, as what mattered to them was that they were together and happy. Sam knew that Josh would like some private time, and Josh knew that Sam would like to ram his hard man cock up Joshs tight but by now well-broken-in asshole. Staff-officer 55onealpha1, real name Zenje, was up for it also, but he had other engagements to make. He left the two of them together for a while, sitting outside the chamber he had left them in and taking a drink of synthetic narcotic-stimulant gin-synthate from a large flask which he kept attached to the belt of his standard vessel nine space-uniform. He was named after the culture of his ancestors, who had been born on one of the six large planetary bodies of Hub-star-system-six-one-six a Hub-system due to the large number of habitable bodies existing in the system. He was turned on by the couple, but at his age he had settled down, and he hoped he himself would have a family to take off vessel at the next disembarkation. He had received a comm-message regarding a minor polite but tactful complaint from a personnel director on station four, but he had been instructed to ignore the guy and his bizarre repressive station four morality. Sam grabbed Josh and pushed him down on the floor, pulling off his space-uniform shirt, the vessel nine sygno-glyph, a stylised nine superimposed over a vessel personnel recruits monogram tearing slightly beneath the manly passion of his strong vessel investigative officers forceful sexual desire. Joshs pink nipples stood stark against his pale white skin, and he begged for more. He pushed his hands inside Sams shirt, as Sam gently unbuttoned it, sliding Joshs girls-boxers down and pushing him up against the synth-metal-plastic-ceramic-material wall of the chamber, and ramming three fingers up Joshs tight no-longer-a-virgin asshole. He was not surprised to see the slid in easily. Josh moaned and kissed him passionately, pulling back and demanding as strongly as he could that he ram him hard with his man cock. Sam played games with him for a while, squeezing his ass as he asked him if he could take it, licking his nipples and forcing his head back as he passionately kissed his neck. He eventually acceded to let him feel him up, as he started to jack him off, if he should agree to take him as hard and fast as he wanted to. He was used to that on ship, and he had been promised a good position in future. The position Sam wanted was Josh on his hands and knees, his boyfriend ready to take him up his ass, and ready to feel him ram right up against the wall of his tight asshole. Sam grabbed him by the shoulders, pulled his fingers out of his ass, and turned him around, his beautiful asshole central to the vid-display-area of the camera that was secretly installed in the room. He left him in that position for a few minutes, sexually ready to take him, gasping softly at his own arousal, sweat forming on his young red-haired brow. Josh was ready, but Sam was not going to pass up the opportunity for a good shot. Josh begged him and begged him, Sam, take me now, I cant take it, but Sam was not ready to let him go just yet. After a few minutes, he agreed to ram his hot cock up Joshs tight ass, and Josh came in a minute. Sam laughed and continued, ramming his hot manly cock up Joshs tight ass, and playing with his perfect cock, the red stubble of his shaved pubes exposing the perfect white skin of his manly regions. He kept going for a while, as Josh moaned, the perfect little redheaded dude beneath his perfect hands, his perfect ass and Sams perfect cock pressed together. Eventually he came, and pulled his manly cock out of Joshs tight ass. He knew he was sore, but he didnt care. He was just glad to see him again, and glad to know that they would be together. Zenje was sitting outside, and was obviously expecting them to be done soon enough, but neither of them cared. They were too busy making love. Sam laid Josh down on the deck of the chamber, and kissed him passionately. Josh didnt want to tell him, but he loved him so much it hurt, and also his ass was quite sore. Sam had been thinking of asking Josh to participate in a sub-conditioning experiment for a while, using the methods they were developing on vessel. Station eight were a very high ranking research station, and rarely leaked a project before it was complete, but the sub-conditioning methods being developed on vessel nine were near perfection. Josh would lose his soul, and his heart, and his independence, but he would also be Sams bitch, and he would do what he wanted when he wanted. Vessel policy was for personnel agreements to be held, and he knew if he agreed he could not pull out. But despite the pain of the hardcore sexual passion he had been having with Sam, he had not wanted Sam to pull out. He felt scared for a minute, as he did every time he was alone, every time he was not taking it in his ass, mouth, and feeling his sexually dominant personnel officer boyfriends hands on his shaven pubes, gently stroking his pink nipples, stark against his pale white skin, since he had agreed to undergo a new experimental drug-personnel-conditioning method under Toms hot manly seductive pressure. They had assured him they could fix it, but they honestly didnt want to. They were having too much fun with the cute little redhead, sliding their fingers up his asshole, and playing with his cute shaven balls. Sam was done with Josh, but Josh couldnt bear to stop. He could cum again, he knew, and he would. Josh was a boy all over, and he couldnt stop thinking about the cute young station eight research assistant with his tousled brown hair. He wondered if the boyfriend he had mentioned knew about them, and he was sure he did, but he hoped privately that he was his little secret. Sam knew, having spoken to them, that he was not. We dont have much time left, Sam said to Josh, gently kissing him on the lips. Josh grabbed him and pulled him close, kissing him passionately and biting his gorgeous lips. Zenje was waiting outside, he knew, but there would be plenty of time for more hot man-sex later. He wondered idly if he would be with Sam forever, if Sam would want him back. He remembered a time, fourteen vessel-weeks ago, when he was just a timid red-haired almost virgin, with one boyfriend and a life consigned to a position on station as a minor resident. Now he was a vessel-staff-recruit living on a reconissance scout vessel, broken in and abused, and finally reunited with his lover Sam. Sam had longed to tell him he was on vessel since he had arrived, but had been unable to as he had been receiving opening briefs. He quickly pulled his shirt back on, and buttoned up his space pants. Joshs girl-boxers lay torn on the floor, but that wasnt important. He lay back on the deck of the chamber for a while, out of breath but also ready for more. He needed more, and he knew Sam was ready, but Zenje was waiting for them to finish up. Sam pulled him up, now fully dressed, and pulled his space-pants on. He tried to rearrange his lovers space-shirt, the buttons torn off, the sygno-glyph on the right breast showing a personnel recruits symbol still, not damaged. Zenje smiled at the young couple as they left the chamber, and said to them, Youve been a bit too long, but its not important. Youre new to life on vessel, and were pretty easy-going for the first few vessel-weeks. Sam grabbed Josh by the arm and pulled him close to him, turned on by his lovers presence, and entirely excited at the new life they would be leading together on vessel. The vessel would not be docking at another station or vehicle for, according to brief, another five vessel-years, but it would stop eventually. In the mean-time, there was plenty of time on vessel for Sam and Josh to love each other, and hopefully they would be kept on staff. Sam was having a hot time, and the afterglow from the hot passionate sex he had been having with Josh was barely better than the afterglow he had from the opening briefings he had received on vessel. Zenje led the two of them along the corridor to their living quarters. He had arranged for them to have adjoining rooms, and while they were small, containing only a bed and a small video screen each, the beds were wide enough that they could make passionate love together, and maybe invite a few guys back. There was a personnel chamber along the corridor at which synth-drugs, vessel conditioning drugs, and synthetic semi-vodka could be purchased, although every officer received a basic ration, as did personnel complement staff awaiting appointment such as Josh. Josh was hoping to be appointed a good position, and he couldnt be happier with his new life, safe on board vessel. Sam grabbed him by the hip, and invited him and Zenje to join him at the drinking-chamber. Josh, feeling turned on by the proposal of a drink with Sam, and more turned on by the hot sex with him and maybe a few of the vessels staff personnel, agreed, and he walked hand in hand with Sam and Zenje to the drinking-chamber for drinks and other commodities.