Fragments Fiction

THE BOYS

May 2007

Prologue

I remember the day we were collected. It smelled of fresh rain, of damp earth, of green leaves tinged with orange and red, an autumn morning inviting us to learn, a cool breeze carrying discovery through the library windows, these I remember. Robby did Math. The twins did geography. I read.

They came in lightning and thunder, in black armor and helmets, with death rays and energy weapons, on anti-gravity platforms. They were silent, efficient and relentless in their killing, kidnapping, slaughtering that day, my last day on Earth. I've counted a thousand years since we walked that earth. Yet, when I wait in the barrenness of space, I dream of earth.

Let me tell you about that day and all the days that followed.

Capture

The librarian, Mr. Thompson, and the four of us sat reading as a veil of a dark clouds settled over our high school campus bringing with it heavy rains, lightning, wind and thunder worthy of Armageddon. The overhead lights cast an unnatural sunlight as autumn leaves blew around the grounds swirling in small tornadoes and marble sized hail rattled on the roof, battered the windows and bounced off sidewalks only to melt into mist and fog. Flashes of electric white grew constant and the crack of thunder became painful. We watched as the storm blacked out the sky and enveloped the school. The floodlights cast grim shadows on the walls. We watched enraptured by the violence, safe behind the windows of the library.

Then silence, silence unexpected, silence like a grave, profound stillness, unnatural, unearthly. No wind, no rain, no thunder, only darkness broken by ragged patches from the floodlights. Mr. Thompson pointed to our soccer coaches, walking up from the field in lock step, from the equipment shack that gave them and the soccer team shelter, their wet clothes rain-stuck to their bodies revealing muscular chests and thick legs. They pointed to the roof of the school above us and broke into a run. Yellow spotlights circled them, searched for them. A beam caught Coach Barry and fixed him to the ground, feet unmoving, legs immobile. He looked like a mime pretending to be in a box or walking against the wind. Other beams caught Coach Furness and Mister Barnes. None of us uttered a word not knowing what to make of their struggle, or of the strange vision we watched. The yellow beams of light sparked and crackled, pumping tremendous amounts of energy into the instructor's bodies. Thin, tiny wisps of steam and smoke rose from the men's clothing, evaporating it, leaving them naked.

We all knew what their bodies looked like. The locker rooms held no secrets for any boy at the school. But this, this light exposed helpless bodies, enfeebled legs, faded tans, and bleached hair leaving their bare bodies vulnerable. They took on the appearance of marble statues with translucent skin, rippling muscles and eyeless expressions. Each man struggled as one-by-one his manhood rose, immense, throbbing and pulsing with his heartbeat. The yellow beams pulsed, compelling each man to orgasm. Their fluids boiled away in the beams before hitting the ground.

Their bodies, once pink and brown flesh, paled and faded. The white heat of the beams boiled away fluids, dissolved skin and rendered fat. White bones, sinew and bloody-red muscles rippled as the coaches tried to escape the onslaught of energy pouring into their bodies. Hard, buffed muscle fibers glinted stark red. The energy beams sparked and crackled, dissolving muscle and revealing viscera beneath. Eyeballs and teeth, hand bones, inner organs, even their bones became insubstantial and dissolved. The remnants of their torsos floated in the energy beams as inner organs boiling away, leaving hips and spines and skulls as the last evidence of the coaches before completely ceasing existence. The beams cut off, then all hell seemed to break out of the silence that surrounded us.

Pairs and trios of lizard-like creatures, seven foot tall, massively muscled, dressed in skin-tight, rubbery suits, their forearms shoulders and heads adorned with horns, their genitals hanging thick as baseball bats from between their legs, appeared from the sky on floating platforms and crashed through the doors of the school. Glowing whips from webbed and clawed hands herded students like cattle. The creatures that disembarked ran on legs as thick as telephone poles, reversible knees and monstrous five-toed, clawed feet. The soccer team bolted for the school, running away from the aliens. Two floating aliens flanked them and set up a glowing, yellow net that seized and tightened. We could hear them screaming as an alien would reach into the energy field, throw a girl free and blast her body into smoking gore. The aliens threw the boys onto the platforms and wrapped them in a clear plastic. Their oversized alien genitals throbbing with each act of violence.

An alien kicked in the door to the library where we stood. He motioned us away from the window and blasted the side of the building. I turned away from the searing heat of disintegrating stone, steel and glass. The alien motioned us out of the newly created door. The alien gestured for us to move outside. His body towered over ours. Horns and scales moved smoothly over his arms and shoulders with each gesture. Tiger-like fangs, half hidden behind the blackness that covered his body poked over his upper and lower lips. A narrow hose snaked its way out of his flat nose to gas cylinders on his back. Several radio antennae protruded from the top of his skull. He motioned for us to leave a second time. Mr. Thompson charged, screaming and cursing. The alien caught him with one hand and tossed him backward across the room like a rag doll. We heard bones snap as Mr. Thompson landed on a desk. The Alien lowered his weapon and fired. An ugly red ray vaporized flesh and burnt wood leaving not torso, just a whole between scorched limbs and head.

The four of us stood, transfixed by death and fear. The Alien roared and we scrambled through the remains of the windows and out onto the grass. Tall and clumsy Sammy and Petey tripped over each other. Robby and I sprawled over them onto the grass. The Alien kicked at the bunch of us. He grabbed me by my clothes, lifting me off the ground and shook. My shirt ripped away from my body and I landed on eht ground at his feet. Scared shitless, I started to beg for my life.

"Remove that clothing or die." The alien voice thundered from his chest and vibrated through my body. I scrambled to remove my pants and shoes. The other boys just lay there staring. The alien fired the weapon burning the ground into black ash.

"Remove everything or die." Again, my body resonated with his voice. I stood naked as the other boys removed their shirts, jerseys, pants, socks, shoes, underwear. A platform landed in front of us. He motioned us onto the platform. We had to hold each other to keep from falling off the platform. Our arms and legs intertwined pulling our naked bodies close, too close. We could feel each other's hearts beating. Small globes circled and sprayed a film that stuck to our bodies. It pulled us even closer together. Hips, asses, cocks, balls and hands touched parts of boys that normally never felt the touch of another man now touched in fear. Petey let his cock split my buns and rest too close to my butt hole. I don't want to die like this, I thought but I couldn't move.

"Please don't do Petey. Please make it stop!" I pleaded, twisting his head around to face me. Our eyes locked on each other. He trembled.

"I want to die with my hardon up your ass," he said in my ear. The plastic film tightened around us like a vise. Sammy pulled my hand over his cock.

"One time, just for me, Jack, just for me." Sammy humped at my palm. He took only seconds to spurt all over my hand. I couldn't move it to wipe it clean.

"Never leave me Jack. I don't want to die Jack." Robby cried into my chest oblivious of his friend's violations of my body.

"We're not going to die. Don't think like that. We're going to survive whatever this is," I said. The futility of my promise shamed me. The globes continued to spray us with clear liquid that hardened into a thick film.

"Jack, I can't move my feet." tears ran down Sammy's face. A white glow moved relentlessly up our bodies

"I can't move my knees or my feet. Jack! I can't move. My legs feel cold," Petey's voice wavered. I tried moving my feet and nothing happened. We were turning to stone.

"What are you doing to us?" I screamed at the alien. It merely ignored us. Petey and Sammy started to panic. Now, they wanted me to save them. I had to lead. I was the oldest. I was the protector and yet, here they were, my brother, immature and scared out of his wits, his young friends, using me like a fuck rag. Aliens in space ships with death rays all around us. They begged me to save their lives. After all, I was 17 nearly 18 years old and they were only 16 years old.

"Don't show them any fear, guys. That's what they want," I said in the sternest voice I could muster. They stopped whimpering and accepted the creeping petrifaction stoically. I could feel my lungs tighten and my heart stop as it moved up through my chest. Sammy and Petey's hearts beat a little longer due to their height. The coldness moved up over my neck and head. It forced out time and thought. I can't say it was like dreaming, because dreaming involves awareness. There was no awareness, no light, no dark, a deep pool of nothingness.

The Awakening

I woke on a metal grating. The other three boys lay with me in a jumble of arms and legs, bits of plastic material and bodily fluids clung to our bodies. Without warning, furry alien hands yanked us apart. Three cat-like humanoids, covered in fur and obviously male pulled Robby, Petey and Sammy away from me.

A big, green, scaly, lizard-like alien lifted my body against his rough scales. He tugged at the remaining plastic. I tried to push away but his tail whipped around and held me tight against his body. I punched at the air to defend myself from the scaly, half-webbed hands. He ignored me and carried me to a bare metal chair. This place looked like an operating theater. Visions of evisceration and worse filled my mind.

I stiffened, resisting. I punched blindly at his body, beating on his large, webbed and clawed feet, then striking his larger-than-life cock and balls. He screamed something at me in an alien language and lifted me over his head in the air. He held me up there without effort and shook me like a rag doll screaming in short phrases that I didn't understand. Then he slammed me hard into the metal chair, held my arms tight as two thick, needles extended from the console and pushed themselves into the sides of my head just behind my ears. I screamed. My body went limp and lifeless. Needles punctured my torso, my chest and my testicles. Other probes entered my arms and legs. Hot fluids coursed through them into my helpless body. I screamed again. This time, the lizard slapped me into silence. He yelled and I discovered comprehension.

"Silence, you stupid child, the injections are necessary!"

"It hurts! It hurts!" I moaned. The alien grabbed my face with a giant hand and held my jaw so I couldn't make noise. I stopped fighting him.

"Are you enfeebled? Are you stupid? This treatment is necessary if you are to survive. Now be silent." That bvoice, his voice, it was the same voice from before. I could feel it inside me, vibrating my soul, resonating deep in my bones and psyche. I took a good long look at the alien creature standing in front of me.

He wasn't black anymore. Green, scaly, a monster nearly eight feet tall, humanoid, covered with horny plates, a fin sticking out of his head, The feet and legs of a tyrannosaurus rex and a torso that put the most over muscled bodybuilder to shame.

"Good. Now you're showing me you have more than a pus-filled pimple for a brain." The lizard growled. He held my face until the needles retracted. His arms so strong that he could have crushed my jaw if he desired. I sat there limp and spent. The Alien covered the puncture holes with small metallic plates that automatically fused with my skin. Every part of my body turned to fire as the alien chemicals did their work. The alien, my lizard, picked me up and tucked my limp body under one arm. He carried me to another part of the room. I felt empty like a rag doll.

"Let the Mostico enter your body. It's a gentle creature and will do you no harm," He ordered as he sat my bare ass down on what resembled a giant toadstool. It wasn't. It felt slimy like a tongue. The Mostico, an amoeba-like creature caressed my bare butt. Dozens of thin tendrils slithered up my body and removed the blood and sweat from my skin. The tendrils that wrapped around, crept into my body, slid into my mouth and down into my stomach, up my nose, into my ears. It opened my ass and filled my intestines, squirmed down my cock, sucked out my bladder. It even filled my lungs, enveloping my body. I sensed the Mostico moving, filling all the empty spaces inside me, tendril meeting tendril, tendril joining tendril and then becoming part of me, an incorporeal presence without mass, form or thickness. I felt clean and refreshed. However creepy it felt, something inside me wasn't human. My body existence wasn't quite human anymore. I carried an alien inside me. When I opened my eyes to see, I was pink and whole.

"Follow me," my lizard captor said. He shoved a headset and facemask with a small air tanks into my hands. My head only came up to the middle of his massive chest. A horned nipple poked my forehead. He exuded a musky smell that made my heart race. I wanted to explore his body but didn't dare. We crowded into a small chamber. The closing door shut out the light. I leaned against his body and listened to his heartbeat. His scales felt supple and soft, not hard, and his cock touched mine. My body stiffened. He chuckled. Strange desires filled my head, passions that I couldn't put into words, wouldn't put into words.

A thick black liquid poured over our bodies to form a flexible, rubbery coating. My eyes could see through the coating and thanks to the air tanks, I didn't breath. The Alien pulled me into a small airlock. Lights flashed and klaxons sounded as huge pumps sucked the air out of the chamber. The other door opened and we floated into the vacuum of space. I looked out across a huge spaceship on one side and a black void on the other. In the distance, a swollen red sun illuminated small space ships. Slowly, the ships moved asteroids on tethers toward glowing metallic structures on the side of the ship. Fearful of floating away, I clung to the Alien. He tethered us to the spaceship and then connected a thin cable to my facemask and headset.

"Listen and understand Terran! I am Captain B'queth-ba'Ha. I am lord and master of this spaceship. I answer only to the High Council of the Bor-pan Empire, may Egglack curse them if they ever think to countermand my orders. You and your companions are my slaves and must obey me in all matters. You will learn to mine asteroids and you will become the best miners of all the aliens on this ship. Do you understand me?"

"Yes," I struggled with his name, B'queth-ba'Ha. His It all made sense to me. It shouldn't but it did. And that voice, his voice, even over the intercom it excited me.

"Whatever else you believe, whatever else you do. Remember, nothing on the ship is un-monitored, only space is private. Do not involve yourself in intrigues. Your fate hangs in the balance." He moved to reenter the airlock. I tugged the tether towards me. The lack of gravity made us equals in strength.

"What were those creatures with the other boys?"

"Sithe companions to teach you of alien sex. Terran males are the most sexually desirable creatures in the galaxy. The Sithe won my contest to be your companions," he said.

"But, they're males, not females. These boys aren't that way." I struggled with the concept of a ship filled of horny aliens just waiting to mate with cute earth boys as much as I struggled with the concept of being raffled off for sexual pleasures.

"Females are forbidden in space. You and your companions are horny as the damned creatures of Skizurpack. It was inevitable. I will give you drugs to increase your muscular strength and body size. Your growth will lower your inhibitions and increase sexual capacity. You are the first Terran mining crew ever captured. If you don't succeed as a mining crew, I will blind you, hobble you and sell your sorry asses into slavery for profit. To survive you must lead your fellow Terrans. Train them well, become the best. If you have to fuck and suck every alien on the ship, then do so."

"I think understand," I said amazed at my easy acceptance of his orders.

"You only think you understand, from now on, don't think, Do! Waiting is the hard part. Doing is the easy part."

"Where are we and how long have we been in away from earth?" I dared to ask.

"Do as I ask and I will give you knowledge of other Terrans. Serve well and you can lead many mining crews. This is the price of your continued existence." his final statement, I turned to the airlock.

"Tell me your name, Terran."

"Jack Stone."

"You have a good name, Jack Stone. In my language it means solid warrior," B'queth-ba'Ha said. His entire demeanor softened. "This ship is in the star group you call Pleiades and you were in temporal stasis for 1000 years." My mind reeled at the thought, a thousand light-years from earth and a thousand years displaced in time. He pulled me back towards the airlock.

"Obey my commands and you will prosper, Jack Stone" Captain B'queth-ba'Ha disconnected the com line and hauled us both into the airlock. Air rushed into the chamber. He pulled me into a shower chamber. Hot water and chemicals flooded over our bodies dissolving the black coating. I deposited the facemask in an alcove and rubbed my now smooth and hairless body. My muscles felt toned and fit. I had always been in good shape, but now I every muscle felt stronger, thicker, more substantial.

"I'm hairless!" I said an obvious understatement.

"And still an ugly pink," B'queth-ba'Ha's laugh boomed. He pushed me under a hot air blast to dry and rubbed my body intimately. I felt like a small child in his father's hands. I returned the gesture and felt like a perverted little boy copping a feel of his father's cock and balls. A dozen pair of alien eyes watched us anticipating public sex. B'queth-ba'Ha sneered at them.

"Suck me. Let your tongue make love to your master's cock, Jack Stone! Do it for all to see!" B'queth-ba'Ha ordered. His cock was huge, green, and covered with scales. I needed both hands to hold it. The pisshole was as large as my little finger and twitched open waiting for my tongue. I'd barely even touched another guy's cock back on earth and here in space, an audience cheered me as I stretched my mouth over the one-eyed monster. I felt B'queth-ba'Ha's strong, scaly hands on the back of my head as he pushed his member deep into my throat. Lust filled my brain and overwhelmed me. I felt my throat and neck expanding to accommodate the entire length of his member. The scales on his abs tickled my face. He lasted about 24 strokes, thickened and blew a load that sent thick white cum blasting out of my mouth and nose and all over my face. He picked me up and licked his cum from my face. Then he lifted my crotch to his face and started sucking my cock in between his two sets of fangs. I blew a load in mere seconds. Then he lowered my face to his and we kissed. Our tongues entwined, his forked and mine wanting to be split and long like that. I tasted the sharpness my fluids and his mixed inside his hot mouth. We sucked face for a few minutes and then he set me down on the ground and looked around with a broad grin on his face. The crowd of aliens cheered obscenely.

"Enough entertainment for today, go back to work." Half of the aliens scrambled away. My brother, Robby and the twins, sat naked on the floor stunned at what they witnessed. Four Sithe, our keepers stood to one side. A dozen horny aliens moved to the dressing chambers so they could begin their mining shift.

"Go to your fellow Terrans and become their leader. Make them a mining crew. Make them successful," B'queth-ba'Ha said, turning and striding away. I watched his back as he left. I could feel the lust in my body. I turned. Petey, Sammy and my brother Robby lay whimpering and sobbing on the deck. The boys needed me and I had to take care of them. I wanted to remember lost Earth but I had responsibilities.

Alien Heat

The constructs of time - hours, days, weeks, months, years - don't exist in outerspace. There are no days or nights, no sunrises and sunsets. There are sleep, work and play cycles of varying complexities because those cycles vary for each alien species. The boys and I grew both physically and mentally in the time that followed.

I matured from unsure and hestitant to rock-certain and bold as their leader. They developed big, humpy muscles. Robby thickened out into a solid pillar of muscle, short and massive. Petey and Sammy gained muscle and lost their childish awkwardness. They grew from Homo Sapien to Homo Colossus and I grew to Homo Giganticus, a head taller and proportionately heavier than any of them. The boys didn't adjust as well as I hoped. As things go, what human boy wouldn't like to have the over-muscled body of a Greek God? However, mentally, the boys remained teenagers - rebellious, hotheaded, stubborn, a trait that would haunt their fates.

In this cycle, we mined the highest tonnage of minerals from two asteroid belts. Niko, my Sithe serves as my accountant. It's not hard, but it is tedious and time-consuming calculations involving volumes, densities, fractions, quotas and other factors. I'm still learning the science behind the smelters and ore-extractors.

"How much did that last iron asteroid raise our quota?"

"It brought us two thousand, three hundred and sixty five tons over quota, Jackstone," Niko answered. The Sithe evolved from the panthers much like humans evolved from chimpanzees, except on a planet in the Lesser Magellanic Cloud. Resilient, tenacious and resourceful, they move like cats, smooth and graceful with lithe, fur-covered bodies, feline faces and prehensile tails. They are sexually submissive and bond for life, which makes them excellent life-partners. Robby, Petey and Sammy don't know they can never leave the Sithe. B'queth-ba'Ha insisted I never tell them. He also forbade my bonding with Niko. He wanted my body.

The boys think of the Sithe as pets and not as men. They even gave them pet names - Robby's is named Roswell, Petey's is named Percival, and Sammy's is named Catboy. They didn't think it was queer or homo or unmanly to have sex with a pet. The sex drive of teenage boys is inexhaustible and the Sithe are the perfect receptacles for that lust. The Sithe considered lifetime partnership with Terrans a reward since it launched them to the top of the ship's social scale.

"This asteroid makes us a full ten thousand tons ahead of everyone else," Niko said. The computer beeped to confirm it.

"Captain B'queth-ba'Ha will be pleased with us."

"Another orgy?" Niko asked. Intergalactic merchants might pay for this ship, but sex kept it operating.

"Most likely. I'm not sure he has anything else to offer." I shrugged and hugged Niko around the shoulders. He purred softly. Niko deserved better. He deserved a bonded mate. My stomach made angry noises. We both heard and laughed. B'queth-ba'Ha prohibited eating in sleeping quarters. The eight of us assembled to walk to commisary.

In our first week on the spaceship, every alien frightened us. To boost their confidence, I forced my boys to walk in formation through the corridors and to walk with self-confidence. Now, with our mining credentials established and our bodies desired by all on board, we never just walked anywhere on the ship. We strode in a tight formation, arms flexed and swinging to show off our muscles, hips and asses swinging to show off our thick, muscular thighs and let out oversized cocks swing from right to left - a show for the rest of the aliens. We created our own excitement, alien heads turning lustful, every alien cock drooling with desire, every alien mouth slobbering at the thought of sucking our thick cocks or licking our heavy, massive balls. B'queth-ba'Ha's special drugs made my boys and me the last stiff dicks standing when every alien lay spent and quivering from exhaustion. In the kingdom of fuckers, the last man erect has one eye fixed on the heavens.

We walked to the commissary and ate our bowl of liquid something. No one on the spaceship knows what the liquid is and no one wanted to find out.

While there, Muzbar the Shift Manager, came onto the command screen. Generally acknowledged as the ugliest male in the galaxy. He came from the water planet Pheenis that circled Aldebaran. Everyone hated his unblinking, cephalopod eyes that sat atop his tubular, cuttlefish-like body. Descended from squid and cuttlefish, he had ten tentacles that ended in hands and genitals. We called him "Hand-Job" just because.

"You did well today, Crew Chief Jackstone. OH! Pardon me, JACK," he paused and took deliberate heavy breathes sounding like an obscene phone call, "STONE! You and your crew will receive extra credit for your efforts." His voice boomed at us over the ship's intercom.

"That you shift manager Hand-Job," I said. He flipped us the bird with all ten middle fingers and ten cocks. Robby, Petey and Sammy mooned him.

"Captain B'queth-ba'Ha, wants you in his quarters," he said. Fishy spittle drooled out of his cartilaginous beak as his greenish-gray tongue licked orange lips. I knew that tongue and those genitals well.

"Thank you, Shift Manager," I replied. The image blanked out. I turned to my crew who still stood with their heads down between their legs and their asses faced to the view screen.

"Stop that. You're going to instigate a sex riot. I have to go see Captain B'queth-ba'Ha." Niko poked Roswell, Percival and Catboy.

"B'queth-ba'Ha wants another fuck, Dude, you put out too much. We should call you Jacky punk-ass," sneered Sammy. The boys laughed at the joke.

"Well he can't have my cute pink-skinned ass until he sucks my big dick," I said.

"Besides, it's only the second cutest ass on the entire ship." Robby added.

"...and who's got an ass cuter than mine?" I asked mockingly.

"Why me, big brother, right here," Robby said, bending over and smacking his butt cheek. Petey goosed Robby while Roswell jumped on his back. He wrapped his lithe body around Robby's muscular torso pretending to hump Robby's ass. His hips pumped in simulated lewdness. Robby moaned in mock pleasure playing the gag for all it was worth. The Xanglings nearby hooted and whooped. They smelled sex. A Qarthan stuck his head around the corner. He lived off good vibes from sex. They stared at the spectacle. B'queth-ba'Ha would not be pleased if we started a meaningless orgy.

"Stow it until you get in back to our quarters," I ordered. Disappointed, they left me alone. I hurried through empty passageways to get to B'queth-ba'Ha's quarters.

The other aliens avoided B'queth-ba'Ha's quarters. They believed that Bor-pans detached parasitic creatures from their bodies in order to telepathically enslave sex partners. After that, they said, the Bor-pan knew your innermost secrets. I tapped my own personal code into the Captain's entry panel and stepped inside. B'queth-ba'Ha stood next to a small desk. I hadn't seen him in six work cycles and I measured my body against his. Today, I could look him straight in his green and yellow eyes. In another few work cycles, and my body would be equal to his in size and musculature.

"I see where you met and exceeded your quota again Jack Stone, good work. I can use it to increase the quotas from the other crews. You're a good leader." His green-gold scales glittered.

"Thank you, Sir." I stood at attention so my cock would stick out and tease him.

"Do you know how long it's been since you've seen Terra?"

"No Sir, I don't count the days, Sir." My best lie. Every night I dreamed of Earth.

"You've been mining for over three and a half Terran years since I bought your scrawny pink body. Yes, Jack Stone, three and a half Earth years. I've kept track of Terran time for you. The sociologists tell me that in Earth time, you would be considered an adult, is that true?" He moved his scaly cock against mine. Sexual electricity ran through my body. I brushed against his chest and felt his muscles ripple. Our joint act of defiance. He said the spooks didn't understand all of our physical contact. I breathed the sweet, lemony, snake-musk oozing from his scaly body.

"Yes Sir, at twenty-one years old, Terran males are considered capable of making their own decisions,"

"Is your crew ready for command? Are they still men or boys?"

"I've been sending them off one at a time, hoping they take the initiative, hoping that soon they assume responsibility of their own crews, but they're still boys. They're not leaders. They channel their ambitions into sex and rebellion."

"Push them, push them hard, Jack Stone and then push again. I look forward to the time when we have more mining crews lead by humans." B'queth-ba'Ha pulled me against his body. His forked tongue flickered in and out of his mouth. His scales made me horny. My cock hardened, reached skyward. I tried to will it to stop, but I couldn't. Too late, too late, I thought. His forked tongue licked sweat from my body.

"I can taste your lust, Jack Stone. I can smell the delicious fragrance of your body on my tongue. All humans excite me and you, in particular, excite me. I want your body, Jack Stone. I want to taste your flesh and expand your sexual horizons beyond anything you can possibly imagine. I will mate with you, as is the custom of my people. Bor-pan mating is not this childish fucking and sucking, but true union of mind and body." His body trembled and shivered. The scales on his cock stretched as it grew to its full length. Politics intruded on his and my

"I'm not ready to mate with you. I'm not ready to give up my humanity." I lied. He knew it but the microphones only heard my protestation. If the creatures on the other side of the microphone and cameras knew the truth, they'd destroy us. My erect cock drooled precum onto the floor. Surreptitiously I lifted a capsule from his desk. I would read it back in my quarters.

"Silly boy, I own you body and soul. We will live in limitless pleasure. I will remake you in my image." He stopped to catch his breath. "Nevertheless, I understand and respect your need to prepare your body for my attentions. In eighty work cycles, we will celebrate my ascension as captain of this ship. At that, we will mate. Have your boys, as you call them, ready for command. And be ready to worship me in any way your master and commander demands. You will have scales to cover that putrid pink flesh you call a body."

His big, scaly hands grabbed my shoulders and lifted me off the ground. His claws pinched my flesh. The bony spikes nearly impaled me. We kissed. He forced his tongue deep into my mouth. The sexy roughness of his scales nearly brought me to orgasm. When he broke off the kiss, I was gasping for breath. My balls ached for relief. His snake like cock reached out, grabbed the head of my cock and began to suck. Unable to resist the orgasm within me, I blew my load into his manhood. His cock bulged and sucked my balls dry.

Frozen and spent, I felt a long, thin tendril snake down my cock and pierce my balls. My body jerked in pain but his strong arms held me powerless. I felt his balls pumping alien sperm directly into my testicles, filling my sack to bulging. My already extra-large balls burned as alien DNA altered their genetic coding. My heart beat wildly and madly, as the alien sperm entering my blood stream and coursed through my body.

"Return to me in ten cycles or else, I will impale you on my spikes and let you bleed to death for all to see." B'queth-ba'Ha set me on the deck and steadied me. He opened a drawer in the desk and threw me a bottle of pills loaded with special vitamins, alien hormones, growth factors, and aphrodisiacs. I opened it and ate two making sure I dropped the hidden capsule inside the bottle. Then he handed me a hormone-laced cocktail. I drank it. My head swam; I was horny again, ready for action. My body flushed red overwhelmed by the sexual and drug induced assaults. "

"I've called a meeting of all the Sithe tonight so you will be alone with your boys, prepare them," B'queth-ba'Ha added. He opened the door and pushed me out into the hallway. I hurried down the passages to my crew quarters trying to hide my erection with the bottle of supplements, grateful no one saw me.

Our Quarters

Niko waited for me at the door to our quarters. He knew what happened in B'queth-ba'Ha's office. He grabbed and supported me until I fell on the bed. His eyes met mine and said many things. At night, we would talk while the others humped each other to sleep,

"You should rest, Jackstone." Niko said.

"Go to your meeting, Niko. I'll want to talk with Robby." Robby stood behind Niko and forced him to walk around his bulky body. He came all the way into my bedroom to confront me. Petey and Sammy followed him.

"You had sex with that bastard lizard again, didn't you. You're going to leave us, aren't you?" Emotionally, Robby was a child.

"Is that true. You're going to leave us?" Petey asked.

"More supplements?" Robby took his supplement and then handed the bottle to Petey and Sammy.

"An orgy, who do we fuck this week?" Sammy munched his pills.

"No, I'm not going to leave you. I promised that I'd take care of you three and I meant it. B'queth-ba'Ha wants you to lead mining crews for that you have to be strong. He also wants your ass before mine. He promised mine to a Centari, Robby." I slipped my instructions out of the bottle and threw it to Robby.

"Don't duck this, Jack. B'queth-ba'Ha gets his way first with me and then some alien asshole gets to fuck your brains out. WE all know that means, you put out for the lizard. I think you enjoy riding his joy toy."

"We're slaves Robby. We have to act like slaves if we want to get ahead."

"Yeah, like you suck the head of his dick? We're never going back to earth, are we," Robby whined. Sammy and Petey threw the bottle of supplements back to me.

"I told you, the Earth we knew doesn't exist. We slept for 1000 years," I said pausing to drink some water.

"But I'm forgetting Earth, Jack. I can hardly remember it anymore. Everything up here is asteroid mining and sex." Robby teared up.

"You cry to much little boy. What's gone is gone." Sammy turned his back on Robby.

"Yeah, when do we get our own crews, Jack? You've been promising, but not delivering," Petey said.

"Last week would have been nice but you guys didn't step up to the plate. You went out partying with the visiting Woflaks from Aldebaran. B'queth-ba'Ha ordered me to send you out with new crews tomorrow. The Terran that gathers the most will get privileges. You're flying on your own tomorrow. That was the reason for the meeting, not sex, not mating, not anything else." Half lies, half truths. The best deception I could manage considering how close we were. They believed. I think they wanted to believe. A party of happy screaming and yelling broke out. We landed in a jumble of arms and legs and naked bodies on the floor. Sammy and Petey started a mutual jerkoff. Robby hugged me close and nestled his head against my chest. I pulled him around him and kissed him gently, affectionately. Tonight, I desperately needed the touch of a human being. The touch of a human lover.

"Aw Jack, I don't fool around with guys. You know that my cock and ass belong to earth girls or Roswell," Robby said blushing but not pushing me away.

"Please, just this once Robby, I need this. Just lie still and let me satisfy myself," I kissed him on his lips. He pecked back and did nothing else. Robby could have said yes. He could have made it with me. But instead, he slipped around and cracked my nuts. I rolled on the floor in pain. Sammy and Petey laughed, called me bad names for fun. I crawled to my bed waited for my nuts to quit hurting. I treated it as a joke and joined the celebration. It wasn't long before the Sithe returned. The Sithe celebrated being second in command on the new crews. My Sithe, Niko knew me too well not to realize what happened. He helped me get through the hollowness of our sex. We spent our bodies in mindless sex and then I chased them all to their rooms.

"I am sorry for you Jackstone."

"He never accepted his fate, Niko. He rejects this life."

"Many find life hard, Jackstone. He was young when you were taken."

"What do you believe in, Niko?"

"When you leave, B'queth-ba'Ha's promised to help me ascend to the next plane of existence. He bought a Sithe apparatus to aid my passage. I will ask if you can launch me on my journey. It would be a great honor." Niko humped his furry six pack furiously against my erection.

"Ascension to a new level. It must be like our reincarnation, I guess... You've earned it in good Karma. I'm happy for you." We fell asleep listening to our hearts, each with a dream that excluded the other. Niko dreamt of spirit worlds and fulfillment. I dreamt of home, of the green plants of earth, of the smells of fall, the color of leaves and the sounds of birds.

Niko's Ascension

Waiting, waiting. When I wait for anything, an airlock to cycle, a meeting to start, food to be served, even just waiting for nothing to happen, I think about life on earth. I remember trees and birds, and flowers, and grasses, and mountains. I remember what used to be. But Earth is half a galaxy away and a thousand light years in my past. I cannot go back. Regrets are useless, memories fleeting. I must make my own future.

Today, I proved myself the biggest, meanest motherfuckering miner on this spaceship and everyone crewmember respects me for it. I'm king of the hill, cock of the walk. It's nice being The Man, even the if I am the only human above alien men.

Niko will ascend to a higher plane of existence today. I understand little of Sithe metaphysical beliefs. Niko's been a rock for me and I will stand by him. The ascension device looms before us. It is more complex than I expected - a large vertical chamber with support equipment and control panels. The humans - Robby, Sammy, and Petey - and the Sithe - Roswell, Percival and Catboy congratulate Niko.

"Your Ascension fulfills our agreement, Niko. You've served me well," Captain B'queth-ba'Ha said.

"You have been fair with me and Jack Stone has behaved like a true Gizick from Cartaga. I am fortunate he didn't require bonding. He has made our time together profitable and his insights into the nature of existence were valuable." Niko bowed to B'queth-ba'Ha.

"What's he mean 'bonding,' Jack?" Robby glared at me and then at Roswell, his Sithe partner. I had to be careful how I answered. B'queth-ba'Ha gave me permission to tell them the truth, but I wasn't sure how Robby would misunderstand it.

"Just what he said, sex binds you and your Sithe partner. They can't leave you," I said cautiously.

"So that's why we want to fuck each other day and night, huh?" Petey asked. His brother Sammy shook his head in affirmation.

"And not each other. That would be disgusting, I mean fucking and sucking a man is way different than doing it with an alien. I'm not a fag. We're not queer. They're just aliens," Robby added, pumping his hips obscenely. Roswell went into heat.

"Yeah, something like that," I let them believe their half-truths. Robby caught me. He put both hands on his hips and stood in front of me.

"Did you pledge yourself to Captain B'queth-ba'Ha?" Robby's eyes narrowed trying to see the truth in mine. I didn't want to lie anymore but I didn't want this discussion in public.

"We can discuss this later. Today is Niko's day."

"No, we'll discuss it now." His tantrum disturbed the Captain.

"What are you, a screaming Lorpak in heat? Behave like a man. Listen to your brother and shut up," Captain B'queth-ba'Ha ordered. Robby almost answered him but he controlled his temper and settled down.

B'queth-ba'Ha touched the control panel and activated the Ascension apparatus. A dozen tiny lights turned from red to yellow to green. Niko keyed the program and programmed the controls. The cylindrical chamber opened and Niko stepped inside. He let small clamps grab onto his wrists, ankles and neck, securing his body. A probe snaked out from a pillar and entered the base of his spine. Niko's back stiffened. His cat-like cock grew to an immense size. The doors of the apparatus closed. A thick cloud of metallic gold vapor filled the inside of the chamber and coated his body. I watched him breath the gold vapor into his lungs. Metal coils in the base of the apparatus glowed and filled the chamber as waves of plasma energy radiated up ito the chamber. Niko's body absorbed the energy.

"Hey, how hot is that thing going to get?" Robby asked, his eyes wide, his face filled with amazement.

"Hot enough to turn every atom in his body into plasma energy. His mind will remain intact in the plasma and flow into the collection crystal," B'queth-ba'Ha answered.

I watched parts of Niko's body flash to plasma as the energy disintegrated his body atom by atom. Roswell licked Robby's neck and rubbed his chest with his hands trying to calm him. Instead, he got more excited as the disintegration increased.

"I can teach you how to free your spirit. Then one day, we both can ascend and join Niko in the next plane of existence," Roswell said. His hands held Robby's erect cock, covering it in oil. That should have been sufficient to drive Robby to an orgasm but it didn't. In the chamber, a golden glow filled Niko's body from inside transforming it into a torch. Robby stared, enraptured by the sight. Catboy pulled Sammy away from the chamber and involved him in oral sex.

"Fascinating, he looks like he's enjoying turning into plasma," Robby said in awe. Plasma energy pulsed out of Niko's body like a fiery orgasm. One final blast of energy engulfed his body. Robby reached out to touch the chamber but Roswell pulled him back and held him tight.

"No, don't touch. Unless you are in the chamber, the apparatus is deadly," Roswell said. Niko's mind and body disintegrated into plasma. His disembodied intellect floated in the chamber for a moment before magnetic fields sucked it into a crystalline globe resting in the top of the chamber. The apparatus sealed the living plasma inside the globe and shut down. Niko's energy throbbed inside the globe.

"You mean that Niko still lives in that little ball?" Robby said. Roswell stroked Robby's body covering him with the bonding liquids, trying to calm him.

"Yes, The globe will maintain his essence in the plasma state indefinitely. Only the energy of a solar corona can open the crystal and release his mind. He's fortunate, in that we're a few light years away from the Sithe sun. It contains many other aspirants who believe as Niko that there is a third level of existence."

"Wow."

"Jack Stone, Niko asked that you load the crystal into the rocket's nose cone. The computers will program the rocket and fire it at the appropriate time in the proper trajectory." B'queth-ba'Ha tapped at the control panel. Clamps released the crystalline globe and I slid it out of the apparatus. A golden static charge spread over my body. I held my hand out to the Sithe and they let it spread over their bodies. I sensed Nikos mind inside the crystal. Petey and Sammy refused but Robby wanted to feel the static charge. I seated the globe in the rocket nose cone and closed the hatch.

Percival and Catboy returned to Petey and Sammy but Robby pulled Roswell aside. Captain B'queth-ba'Ha and I turned to the transport platforms. A few moments passed while we all did nothing.

"I want to ascend... I just have to do it... It's just so cool... I want to undergo the change... I want to become pure energy and explore the heart of a sun..." Robby said in short staccato phrases, his face aflame with excitement and wonder. Roswell pressed his body against Robby trying to hold him back but the hormonal oils and pheromones he used to bond to Robby only reinforced Robby's inclination to ascend.

"Robby, get away from that apparatus. It's time for us to leave." B'queth-ba'Ha ordered.

"What do you care? All you want is my brother as your sex slave."

"Robby! Humans can't ascend like that," I yelled. Robby ignored me. He activated the device. Its status lights blinked from red to yellow.

Again, Roswell spoke up. "That's not true, Jackstone, your brother can easily ascend. The apparatus will not destroy a Terran mind. It's just a matter of adjusting parameters." Roswell sealed a crystalline globe onto the chamber.

"Yeah, we can squeeze into that chamber. It'll be tight, but it'll work." Robby's fingers punched the control sequence to open the chamber and stepped into it.

"Robby! No!" I yelled. I stepped towards the control panel, but Captain B'queth-ba'Ha put his hand on my shoulder and stopped me.

"It's time for you to let your brother make his own decisions, Jack Stone. Let me handle this." I stopped and watched as the apparatus extended clamps around Robby's wrists and ankles. He trembled in nervous anticipation. Roswell stepped into the chamber to face Robby, their bodies touched. A second set of clamps imprisoned his body and the chamber adjusted to accommodate both of them. Chimes sounded and the door of the chamber shut automatically. The energy coils began to glow under his feet. Robby flexed his toes away from the energy but the clamps held firm. A half-moon shaped bar drilled into the base of Robby's skull and pulled him upright.

"Robby, please stop. This is foolish," I pleaded. Even now, helpless inside the chamber, Robby refused. He yelled something that we couldn't hear. A probe slid out of the floor of the apparatus and snaked up to the base of his and Roswell's spines. Robby jumped nervously as the probe touched his asshole, penetrated his spine and slid into his body. It stiffened his back, following his spinal column up into his skull.

Captain B'queth-ba'Ha punched password sequence on the control panel. It didn't stop the device. Apparently Robby had instructed the device to ignore certain commands. Metallic gold vapor, the catalyst for the disintegration, filled the chamber and began to plate out on both their bodies. Too excited not to breathe, Robby inhaled the metal vapor deep into his lungs, cutting off oxygen transfer. As the vapor cleared, I could see Robby's chest heaving as he tried to breathe. The tips of his fingers and toes glittered in the ionizing radiation that poured into the chamber. B'queth-ba'Ha wasn't able override the program before their disintegration. He'd have to let that proceed.

"Eglack curse these two bastards! Robby Stone, Roswell, I will not let you ascend. I own your fucking bodies and I demand you pay your debt to me." Captain B'queth-ba'Ha boomed into a microphone. Both Robby and Roswell refused with the movement they had available. Robby's skin sparkled as his body began to ionize. Roswell's fur flashed off of his body. He closed the passage to the globe effectively trapping their energy in the chamber. Energy lanced upward through the anal probe, through their spines and into their skulls. Their bodies lit up with plasma energy bursting out of their faces and mouths, from the tips of their fingers, the tops of their heads, radiation consumed their bodies. Their genitals became a focus of the plasma as it dissolved their torsos from the inside. I watched their bodies dissolved into plasma leaving only their faces floating eerily on balls of energy. They flowed together like soft putty.

"Your brother is exceedingly stubborn, Jack Stone. I must discipline him for being so." I nodded my acceptance. He turned his attention to the chamber.

"I've run out of patience with you two. Submit to me, train one hundred new crews and support my captaincy in all matters. Then and only then will I permit you to ascend." No response. "Obey me or I'll put your disembodied minds in a painful flux for one thousand years." An orange energy colored the plasma cloud. I could almost hear the agony inside the chamber.

"Stop that," Petey exclaimed. Sammy stepped forward. B'queth-ba'Ha snarled at them, his fangs snapping, face flushing red with rage.

"Shut up idiot. I'll transform the lot of you into slime worms and let you lubricate the ship for the rest of your days if you interfere again." Captain B'queth-ba'Ha yelled. They stepped back. He manipulated the magnetic containment and the plasma containing Robby and Roswell.

"Tell me what the captain of a ship should do, Jack Stone."

"Regardless of what he's done, B'queth-ba'Ha, he's my brother." B'queth-ba'Ha tapped the controls.

"We use these chambers to change a subject's physical appearance. The disintegration is merely physical, not mental. Plasma beings share consciousnesses only as long as they stay in the plasma state. The Sithe call it ascension, sharing consciousness in the energy of a sun. They only die when the sun dies in a supernova or falls into a black hole. These energy transitions are jarring but not fatal. I will re-integrate them into identical bodies and split their nervous systems so they both experience each other's feelings."

"Is that telepathy," I asked.

"No, telepathy is much more involved." He separated the energy into two portions and began the reintegration. He gave them identical bodies resembling squat, massively over-muscled humans with bronze colored skins that gleamed like shiny metal. oversized cocks and balls perpetually erect. One bore Robby's, the other Roswell's face. When the doors of the chamber opened and the clamps released their bodies, they stumbled out.

"You four, quit standing there cowering in fear, take them back to their quarters. Use their new bodies for your pleasure and be sure you come to my celebration tomorrow. Jack Stone will no longer stay with you. You're on your own, take ccontrol of your lives." The six of them left the cargo bay.

"I've lost my brother."

"No, he became a man today. Now you're truly free."

"He rejected my advances. I needed and wanted the touch of a human hand, the feel of a human body, and yes, human sex. Robby knew it and refused. I'd give anything to be close to him both physically and mentally.

"If you're want to wallow in adolescent self-pity, step inside the chamber. I'll recreate you as my own personal butt plug or a penis sheath."

"You'd do that to me?"

"Of course I would," he said. He hugged me with one arm. "What a strange world you came from Jack Stone. Earthlings were one of the few races that can actually love their partners and give them pleasure beyond mere sex. Now you tell me sex between brothers was taboo. Extraordinary! No one of my world loves that way. Fathers, uncles, brothers are all responsible for making a youngster into a man. It's nothing but lust. Procreation is a duty. Until our contact with Terrans, we had no interest in sex for pleasure, sex with other races. Your species changed all that. Your minds and bodies arouse in ways we couldn't even imagine. And yet, you seem to live in doubt and indecision. I have no intention of losing you."

We returned the Sithe Ascension apparatus to its storage hold. A transport platform landed on the deck as if it knew we were ready to leave. I leaned against B'queth-ba'Ha and scratched my shoulder on one of his spikes as the platform floated off the deck. He licked it gently with his forked tongue.

"Your spikes are sexy." I looked into his emerald-green, snake-like eyes. The platform turned suddenly giving him a reason to cupped one scaly hand over my genitals and the other on my butt

"After tomorrow, you'll have your own. Re-sequencing your DNA will give you spikes and scales."

"I can't wait." I kissed him. The platform jerked sideways then resumed steady flight.

"What's wrong with this platform?"

"You keep distracting me, stupid. I lose control." The platform jerked so hard we fell off and landed on each other a few feet from the hatch to his quarters. The doors opened automatically.

"I never realized you did that."

"Tonight is ours, let's enjoy it." We tumbled onto his bed eager to consummate our passions. For the time in four years, I could drop my guard. I was responsibly only for myself and my affairs. That night, I dreamt of love.

The Celebration

I woke sprawled on my back, one arm hanging off the bed, the other cupped under my head, B'queth-ba'Ha's head on my chest, our legs entwined and my manhood resting stiff against his manhood. His breathing tickled my chest and his heart beat reassuringly. His thick, scaly arms encircled my body. I imagined my body covered with green-gold scales, horny plates and spikes. I fantasized about my life to come until he woke. Snake-like, emerald green eyes found mine.

"I should have made you my concubine when you first came aboard. I never imagined pleasure like this. And from a pinked skinned alien," he said. His rough scales dug into my skin.

"I love every inch of your body," I said kissing his face, pulling his lips to mine. Our tongues met, his forked, mine blunt. I explore the funky taste of his fangs. His scaled nipples tweaked my own. Our hips rotated in unison, grinding our stiffening cocks together. He broke the kiss to nibble my neck with his sharp teeth. I opened my eyes and realized that another Bor-pan stood with his back pressed against the door watching us.

"What the hell is he doing here?" I muttered. B'queth-ba'Ha pulled away and half-turned trying to hide our obvious erections between our stomachs. I recognized the intruder. We called him Guido.

"Uh! Captain, Sir," he said, his back against the door as if preventing someone from opening it.

"I'll have your balls sauteed for tomorrow's lunch. Get the fuck out of my quarters," Captain B'queth-ba'Ha growled. The door moved as if someone pushed it. He braced his legs on the floor and forced it closed.

"But sir, the Ambassador, your father, he... he's in the anteroom! AND! He wants to see you!" the door banged into his back and opened a few inches. Two reptilian hands curled around the edge of the door and a foot slid inside to prop it open.

"I TOLD him to go in and wake your sorry ass. It's undignified for a Father to stand in the passageway and miss his son's wedding because he's in bed screwing around with his 'what-do-the-Terrans-say', bride?" a voice bellowed. B'queth-ba'Ha sat up with is knees straddling my legs and our erect cocks touching. I tried to cover both with my hands. Guido stepped away from the door. An older version of B'queth-ba'Ha stood in the doorway clothed wearing flowing robes of gold, red and purple.

"Oh, thank Zingo your father's wearing clothes," I said. B'queth-ba'Ha looked at me and then looked back at his father.

"Thank Zingo indeed. You put a guard on the door to keep me waiting outside. You better not take it out on this poor, darling guard. I forced my way in and as you know, no one stops me when I put my mind to it. After all, being ambassador and father does have it privileges," he said.

"Honored Father, I give you greetings." B'queth-ba'Ha stood up He looked ludicrous standing there naked with his stiff dick pointing to the sky. Still laying in bed, I slid my crotch against his butt and put my hand between his legs and tried to cover his erection. I must have looked really silly.

"And you must be Jackstone the Terran, my son's -- how do you say it in your language -- blushing bride to be. Well don't be shy, stand up and let me look at you." The ambassador yanked me to my feet.

"He's awfully red," he mused to his son, "and a little too smooth for my taste." He grabbed my face and opened my mouth to examine my teeth. "And his teeth belong to herbivores, not carnivores like us." The Ambassador motioned for me to turn around and like a good little boy, I did.

"Nice butt, looks tight. But, he's definitely a little too smooth and too pink for my taste. The genetic resequencing will make him presentable. He is handsome in a rough, alien sort of way. Considering your mutual erections, he must be a good lay. I hope this display of erect penises is a sign of children to come. I so want little ones slithering around the house. Does he taste as good as he smells?" B'queth-ba'Ha blushed through green scales. I wanted to hide. Guido tried desperately not to giggle.

"Father, behave in front of the crew. He's my lover not a piece of meat. How can you ask such a question? Jack Stone is the best screw in the galaxy," B'queth-ba'Ha answered. I didn't quite know what to do. Bluster, testosterone and just plain stupidity can do wondrous things. When in doubt, run your mouth. I didn't get anywhere on this spaceship by being shy, so I spoke up.

"Well, Sir, you caught us enjoying a morning fuck. We spent a hard night of fucking and sucking and enjoying each other's bodies, all last night. Your son, my lover, is the best man I've ever had the privilege to love on two worlds. In fact, he's too polite to tell you that not only am I the best fucking miner on this ship, I'm the best fucking sex machine you'll ever meet and I'm devoted to your son. I love being his faithful sex slave. I worship his god-like body and I want to be just like him, someday. And besides, aren't you a little old for a bridesmaid's dress?" B'queth-ba'Ha's father stepped back, his mouth open at my audacity. I mugged and winked at the Ambassador, flexing my muscles and posed. Then I grabbed my stiff dick and waved it at him. "Wanna taste?" B'queth-ba'Ha laughed and hugged me to his chest. I licked his pectoral scales and ground my crotch against his thigh, kissed his stomach and slid my tongue onto the head of this member. I knelt down preparing for the long suck to orgasm. The Ambassador's brow wrinkled and raised high over his eyes at our rather raging display of affection.

"Wanton hussy," Guido said before his brain engaged his common sense.

"A talented go-getter. I'd heard reports he was an eager beaver. I wish I was young and horny again. When I first saw pictures of his scrawny, pink Terran body with its teeny cock, I was afraid you'd gone off the deep end. But, I must admit that this Terran has sexy muscles and is, at least well hung. He has a big mouth and tends to talk too much but you have that big mouth well plugged right now. I suggest you keep it that way. Young man, I hope you have as big a sense of humor as you have cheek to go with that bravado. You two chose well." The ambassador smiled at me and winked.

"Thank you Father," B'queth-ba'Ha said, tugging his member from my mouth and pulling me to standing. The four of us stood in silence trying to figure out what to say next. Being merely human, I felt that well-known, morning pressure.

"Excuse me, but I need the facilities." I broke walked over to the alcove that held the Mostico. There was no curtain or door, so I just stood there as its tentacle sucked and grabbed my cock. I drained my bladder and relaxed. Fugitive emissions also escaped from my body. Not one of those little, sighing, gasping farts, not a teeny-tiny squeaky fart, but rather, a loud trombone-like fart on that set the old sphincter a quiver. Again, I wanted to hide. B'queth-ba'Ha, his father and Guido burst into laughter.

"At least he's not shy, at least not like that kid you brought home from college," the ambassador said. I didn't face them. I slid sideways to the shower and activated the hot water. Guido giggled. B'queth-ba'Ha glared at him to stop.

"I don't think we'll have many secrets left after this," I said, water cascading over my head. I grabbed Captain B'queth-ba'Ha and shoved him up against the Mostico. It eagerly began its toiletry duties. The Ambassador pretended to ignore us and turned to Guard Guido.

"Tell me, young guard, who are you? What do you do? Why were you pretending to guard the nuptial chamber on the night before his wedding?" I pulled Captain B'queth-ba'Ha into the water and started soaping just to shut him up.

"Uh, orders. He said yesterday was a hard day and he wanted a night of relaxation." Guido couldn't lie. It wasn't in his nature.

"I think he spent a hard night or should I say a night hard," the ambassador laughed. He pressed his body against Guido's and rubbed a circle on his pectoral.

"Tell me your real name, young man." The Ambassador squeezed Guido's bicep and in return Guido flexed his muscles.

"Gua'Ge'M'Giga-Gru,Or-VLy-gybi,gyb but that's too hard for any alien to say. Besides Jackstone and the other earthlings told me my name is too long for a 'way cool' dude like me," he replied.

"That's a magnificent name for a 'way cool' dude," the Ambassador reached out and tweaked Guido's nipple in an oh, so delicate way. I nudged B'queth-ba'Ha. He rolled his eyes in silence.

"We called him Guido because his olive green scales looked like grease smears on mechanics back on Earth. It's beter than cupcake because he's so sweet," I yelled from the shower. The Ambassador chuckled again, giving Guard Guido an affectionate pat on the ass.

"Father's found another affair. He'll settle down," B'queth-ba'Ha's whispered through the water. The shower made the room steamy as we watched the budding love affair between Guido and the Ambassador. We toweled each other dry, stepped back into the room.

"Now we can get to the business of the wedding. All you need to do, Jackstone, is pick one," the Ambassador said as he pulled open his robe to reveal two sets of genitals.

"You have two cocks!" I managed to say.

"Well yes of course, silly boy, one of them is yours and one of them is mine," the ambassador said with a flourish.

"My Father grew an extra set to give too you as a mating present. The transplant will guarantee you develop scales and horns. Not only that, we'll be able to raise our own offspring."

"Wow, new junk. Can I pick the bigger of the two units?" I asked. Even B'queth-ba'Ha didn't know that Niko had prepared me for the choice of new genitals. It was part of the Bor-pan wedding ceremony.

"First, I need some assurance that you understand what you're doing," the Ambassador closed his robes with great authority.

"I'm prepared to transform my body. I welcome the changes. Even if I could return to Earth tomorrow, I'd want to return as your son's mate, with scales and green skin. I have no doubts about my decision."

"We consider this a public renunciation of your humanity, both physically and mentally. By tomorrow, your body will not only look like ours ... scaly, horny, green-skinned, but also your genetic structure will be substantially alien." The Ambassador was an insistent, old codger. I realized that none of this was for my benefit.

"You're recording, aren't you?"

"I had the crew record everything after the ascension up to and including this conversation. It's all been beamed back to the home planet."

"Father, you didn't,"

"Are we a hit back there?"

"I'm told that most of Bor-pan watched and approved. You are quite the sexual athletes. You've inspired the youth of the planet into screaming, wild and as-your-world-once-called-it, monkey sex."

"Wait until they see the gymnastic versions with some of the other aliens. As long as I end up living with your son, I don't care about privacy. Now, I want to get something to eat, I'm hungry for whatever passes for food on this ship," I said. I thought back to the day the Bor-pan collected me from Earth. It had to be the luckiest day of my life. I would soon assume a life among the elite of rulers of the galaxy complete with political power and social status.

Conversion

"Sorry about the straps," B'queth-ba'Ha said. I lay on the operating table; legs spread wide, knees up, Body bent backward with my chest higher than my head. Leather straps secured my arms, legs. They even had a strap over my forehead. I could, however, watch my impending conversion on the video screens. He painted my torso with green disinfectant. The brush tickled.

"I think it's funny. I volunteered for this, remember." He splattered my chest with the disinfectant. Then he painted my butthole.

"Customs die hard. They used to do this with metal knives." B'queth-ba'Ha positioned a medical laser about twice the size of my body over the table. It held over a dozen cutting and healing tools. He flicked a switch and it hummed to life.

"I feel like one of those sacrificial Mayan Prisoners I told you about from back on Terra." A lizard surgeon dressed in hospital gear circled around the table holding a metal bin. I assumed it contained my new genitals

"The ones who had their hearts ripped out?"

"Yeah, I'm strapped into the right position with my chest up like this."

"Maybe we ought to install a zipper?" B'queth-ba'Ha laughed and picked up a medical marker. I felt him draw a dotted line from my collarbone down around my cock and balls ending at my butthole. The laser above me test fired and a dozen cutting lasers burned test holes in a target.

"Now that's unsettling. Why all the laser power?" Sweat covered my body.

"There's no easy way to tell you this. Father insists on you getting the complete conversion and not just the genitals. So we're doing a full, visceral transplant." B'queth-ba'Ha stepped back and let the laser fire. It opened my body from my neck down to my legs, some lasers firing continuously, other in spurts until my internal organs floated up out of my body in an energy field about thirty seconds after it started. I think I screamed. It did hurt but then, the lasers were so sharp, so exact. The lizard doctor floated the new organs into my chest. The laser proceeded to attach the new organs and heal my wounds. I felt new blood rush through my body. The lasers bathed my body with healing energy for several minutes. B'queth-ba'Ha released the straps and helped me stand up.

"We call that the 'Bait and Switch" scam back on Earth." My legs wobbled. My body sucked fluid from a large IV line in one arm. A thin tube pumped food into my stomach. I looked down at my new genitals. I had scales, lovely green and gold scales. I fondled my manhood just to feel the soft scales that covered its immenseness.

"In twenty-four hours you'll be covered in scales. You'll have them for the rest of your life."

"You owe me. You owe me big time, at least for today." My hands and feet throbbed as my bones began to reshape and grow. Bor-Pan bone structure was sturdier, thicker than human bones and could carry heavier loads.

"Only today, cash that debt quickly."

"How generous can you get? That's like one question for what, seconds of pain?" I asked. B'queth-ba'Ha laughed as I took a few tentative steps. I put my hand on my chest and felt the syncopated rhythm of a seven-chambered heart. Every time I talked, I had to rethink my breathing thanks to new lungs with different capacities than my old lungs. And my new tongue, it felt so long and when I stuck it out of my mouth it had a fork in it.

"Once you get used to your new body and understand it, we won't be able to keep secrets from each other."

"Oh gee, that old line again. This time you have to explain what the much-rumored and feared Bor-pan telepathy is? Huh? Are you going to insert some strange part of your anatomy into my head or is it all just a rumor?"

"Oh that. We get a kick out of all those rumors."

"We? You mean you and your father and the rest of the Bor-pan race get your jollies by spreading telepathy rumors?"

"No. It's a little fast so they may not be awake. Be quiet and listen to your new body."

"I think you're having at me and in my fragile condition."

"Would you shut up and listen," he yelled. He really yelled. I'd never heard B'queth-ba'Ha yell that way since we first met. I stood very still and closed my eyes. Voices filled my head explaining telepathic communications to me. I could hear B'queth-ba'Ha chuckling as I struggled to understand them.

"What was that?" I asked. B'queth-ba'Ha bent over and kissed me. Inside my head I heard him.

"We, the Bor-pan races did not evolve from lizards and reptiles as you always thought. We evolved from symbiotic creatures and developed a dominant life form. Each of our internal organs, now your internal organs, are symbiotic creatures. That's why father and I decided to give you more than just genitals. When one Bor-pan comes in contact with another, they can hear each other's thoughts." With that, he introduced me to my internal organs and his internal organs. We broke the kiss and only my body communicated with me. I didn't say or do anything for several minutes.

"I'm overwhelmed. You mean that while we're having sex, I can ask your genitals if I'm doing it right?" My internal organs laughed at my mind's preoccupation with genitals. I didn't realize that B'queth-ba'Ha had a hand on my shoulder. His internal organs laughed at me too.

"Yes."

"And while your Father was grilling us yesterday, every time he touched Guido he propositioned him?"

"Quaint way of putting it, but yes. They were sharing memories of prior lovers in our presence."

"And to think I worried about farting in front of him. Horny old bastard, right then and there while cross-examining us for screwing, he's having his own private memory fuck-fest with Guido. I'll be a monkey's uncle."

"You are a monkey's uncle. I can't believe that the sexual athletes of the galaxy are descended from monkeys." Claws had grown over my nails. Gold and orange scales grew from the nail beds back up my fingers. Horns poked out from my shoulders.

"I have something to tell you."

"Regrets? Second thoughts?"

"No never, just a memory I want to share."

"A memory?"

"For you my love, the day we met." I reached out and grabbed his hand - big, rough, scaly hand. And for him, I remembered. I remembered the day. A rare day, a day that will last forever. Brilliant blue sky dotted with puffy white clouds, birdsong, pastel houses with yards full of fragrant orange and red and yellow flowers, dew glistening on the grass, wetting our sneakers. I remembered the high school's beige and gray brick inviting us inside, inviting us to learn. A gentle, cooling breeze blowing through the open windows of the classrooms out into the hallways and leaving everything new, refreshed. A happy, clear morning. Learning would be easy that day. I read English Literature, Robby began Math, and the twins, Petey and Sammy, did research on the Intranet.

They came in lightning and thunder, in black armor and helmets. They came with energy weapons and anti-gravity platforms. Silently, efficiently, and relentlessly, they collected us and took us into space. I remembered every detail. My memory of Earth. My last birdsong. The yellow sun. The silver moon. No matter how long I live, that memory will be fixed in my mind, our mind.

"The day we met. The day we began our new lives." I thought. He answered mentally. The answer we never gave voice. The thought we could never speak aloud. "The day we began our takeover of the universe."

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