A shave before dinner

We were talking about where to go to dinner when we entered his hotel room, I certainly did not expect to be an appetiser. The afternoon we had spent giving my US tourist the full tour of Toronto's sites. I cancelled the trip up the CN Tower, neither of us were the greatest at heights. The afternoon had been warmer that either of us expected and were covered in sweat and both needed a shower before going out for a night of dinner and checking out the bars.

He wanted to grab the shower first, fine by me; it gave me a chance to remove my leather jacket and knee high boots and to stretch my legs a bit. He came out of the bathroom just wearing a white towel. I had to smile when I saw where the hotel's crest seemed to conceal his semi-hard cock. I nodded at him when he announce to me that the bathroom was free, I was to busy admiring the view. Alright I admit it I like bears and he had the chest hair and a slight tummy but he certainly was good looking.

I took my time in the shower, letting the hot water loosen my shoulders and back muscles. As I turned off the water the door opened and he entered the steamy room. All he had on was a chainmaille collar I had made for him months earlier carrying my leather jacket. He placed it down on the counter next to my leather chaps, confederate style cap and boots. Silently he gently towelled me off from top to bottom. Just as silently he dressed me in my leathers; boots first, then the chaps, followed by the jacket then the cap.

He led me into the main room of his suite and back to the chair I had been relaxing. On the seat of the chair was another of the hotel's towels. With the towel in the chair I had to slouch a little with part of my ass on the cushion of the chair. The room's lighting was very subdued. On a table next to the chair sat a single lit white pillar candle, an ashtray holding an unlit cigar and an open bottle of wine with one glass next to it. Seating me in the chair, he kneeled in front of me, poured the wine and offered me the glass to savour at my pleasure before lighting the cigar for me.

As sipped the wine and enjoyed the Cuban Cigar, I felt his tongue on the underside of my ball sack and his hands caressing my leather clad thighs. I was rock hard in seconds as he slowed sucked into his hot mouth both of my balls. He took a break to refill the wineglass, then dived onto my rock hard cock. I could feel his tongue exploring the fleshy shaft embedded in his throat. I started to tense as I got close to cumming. He sensed this and slowly let my cock slip out of his mouth. I expected that he would then help me into my jeans so that we could go for dinner, then come back to this room for part two latter but that was just part one of his plan.

From below the chair he pulled a razor and shaving cream. Before I could say a word he had my hard cock and balls covered in white creamy foam. I almost added my own cream to the foam as he gently started to shave the thick bush of hair at my crotch. He started with the base of my cock then slowly, almost lovingly, worked his way lower to my ball sack. I almost came when I felt the tip of the razor clearing the hair from my ass crack.

With the shave nearing completion, he slowly rubbed a skin lotion into my balls and ass crack to help with the itch that would happen as the hair began to re- grow. My cock got his full attention, once clear of the shaving foam he began to suck it with a vengeance. The orgasm was one of the most intense I had experienced in a long time. As I recovered, he told me that this was his way of saying thank you for the tour. Before leaving to eat we finished the wine in the glass and shared a few smoke filled kisses to show my thanks for his thanks. Over dinner at my favourite restaurant I started to think about where I could show him the next day.

Note:  the image is from a free site that I do not think is still on-line called Hairtrigger If it is I would love to see what has been added but the link I have is dead
Sgt. A.

CATALINA – PART TWO

Note from your editor:
As noted with the first part of this tale, this is based on the work of S.M. Stirling. With that said I hope you enjoy this installment.

Catalina

As the master rode off with his play sack to oversee the vineyards I allowed myself a brief moment to check my list of chores left for the day. With a sigh I head back up to the master’s chambers to see if those lazy bucks who's job is the cleaning of the manor have done things right. The master, he O.K. for a non born citizen, he a thinker, a planner and very inwardly closed. Once he gets to know you, you do get some respect from him but you have to work for it constantly.

As his serf, he owns me completely to do with as it pleases him, but he does not control how I think and he knows it. The citizens have been raised, educated and trained to control those around them for centuries. With the war for the earth is over and they were the victors all of humanity left on earth are now their serfs and that is how it will probably be at the end of time. On the whole, Master Steven is good to us, he makes sure that were are happy and doing something useful for the state, the estate and for ourselves. I for one am glad that he bought me, I can be who I really am by serving the master and by helping him run the estate. This did not happen overnight; I’ve been his serf for ten years being bought directly from the crèche in Alexandria and seen much of the Earth, and the moon during his different postings. He now trusts me, as much a citizen can trust a serf and that is enough for me. And he does take pleasure from me and that also suits me. The master must’ve known that when he bought me, as I’ve said he a planner.

The master’s suite was at the top of the manor’s only tower and was designed to be as open and airy as could be in spite of the shape of the tower. Expect for all of the masters play equipment taking up one corner of the open concept space, it was. Windows enclosed the master’s bedroom so that you could see the entire island from the center of the room. The room was reached by a spiral staircase in the exact center of the tower and ran the height of the tower. The play area of the room took up more than a third of the floor space and was filled with sling and restraints over a large wrestling mat where the master would watch us compete for favors or pleasures. The looser of the matches would usually have to service the whims of the victor or the pleasures of the master or on rare occasions both.

The current looser was still chained to a post in the play area after loosing the wrestling matches continuously for two weeks. For the master, this showed that this serf still was not taking his duties seriously and had been lax about his exercising. I was to release him today to see if he would work hard to regain his status in our tight nit community, if not he was destined to spend the next year on the fishing boats and have to really work for his supper.

But before I decided to release him I wanted to have him pleasure me to show me that he was serious about what the master had told him last night as he was fucked by the current wrestling winner and orally servicing the Master.

The buck was still asleep in a tight ball around his restraints on the wresting mat. I gave his bear ass a hard slap to get his attention. With a jerk, he woke and stared at me from his twisted position. "Well buck are you ready to earn your supper?" He looked at me and nodded silently before casting his eyes to the floor. "You are going to prove it to me, I want you to give me the same attention that you gave the Master last night or by the gods I will see you on the fishing boats for the rest of your miserable life." I grabbed his leather collar and raised his eyes to mine. I saw fear, submission and acceptance.

I stood before him and waited as he adjusted his position until he was kneeling in front of me with his hands covering his crotch. I had to smile; this buck had truly learned his lesson of the previous night. I could almost feel his breath on my crotch as he waited for the signal for his task to start. I took pity and told him to begin his servicing.

With great care he used his tongue to begin to explore the crotch of my shorts. As he continued I grew hard and he took this as a sign to begin the next stage of my servicing. Using his teeth he open my shorts to expose the hardening tool buried under the leather and started to lick the length of my dick with slow sensual passes. I began to ooze pre-cum and he lapped that up like it was honey. I was getting close and wanted this to last a little longer, I yanked my shorts down to my knees and gave him access to my sweaty balls.

He started to lick then suck my swollen balls into his hot mouth. Waves of pleasure washed over me when he took my hard dick into his mouth and buried his face in the dark thatch of hair at its base. I grabbed the back of his head with my right hand and began to fuck his hot mouth and throat with my tool. With my left hand I began to play with his nipples. He was now fully hard and I could see that he wanted to play with himself in the worst way. I was getting real close and with a final lunge buried my cock down his throat to send blast after blast of cum into him. With this he started to pump his own tool with all of his might. With me still impaled in his throat, he groaned heavily and let fly a large load of pearly cum onto the wresting mat before him. I pulled out and nodded with satisfaction that this buck would now start to pull his weight on the island.

As I readjusted my cock back into my tight leather shorts, the buck cleaned up his own mess on the mat with a nearby towel then waited to be released. I unchained him and escorted him out of the Master's room and to the exercise yard next to the house.

The yard had every piece of exercise equipment ever invented and was supervised by a retired Janissary officer. I gave him the Masters orders for the buck and left to complete my rounds of the house. By the time I finished my tour of the estate house I saw the Master leading one of the new bucks down the hill to the village he had created for the house staff. The buck was naked and his hands had been tied behind his back with his white shorts. The buck was not bad looking, good chest and a nice ass, and I felt something for him.

The village consisted of a dozen small barracks buildings, a refractory building containing the showers and cooking facilities and a small shrine or chapel for those religious bucks. In the center of the village was a grassy common used for sports, the weekly meeting, the harvest festivals or for handing out punishment. He took the buck to the whipping post near the end of the common and chained him I met him at the post, bowing deeply and took from him his saddlebags. I heard the master telling the headman to call a meeting of all of the buck to witness the new ones punishment.

Dinner passed quietly and quickly and soon I was kneeling on a cushion next to the master's chair on the platform next to the whipping post awaiting him to come from the manor house. In the gathering darkness I saw him approach the platform in full black leathers. This was not a good sign for the new one and I knew that I would have to do something to lessen the punishment. As the master prepared to sit all of those gathered bowed to him in a single wave.

Before things got started, I motioned to the master that I wished to speak with him. He looked at me sternly but spoke softly. "Yes Francis what is it?"

I willed up my courage and spoke "Master, I wish this one to be mine." He was silent for a moment with a look of mild surprise mixed with amusement.

After a moment he spoke, "you know what you are asking I see and accept the consequences of this request. Very well after his punishment he will be yours but see to it that he learns and learns good or your ass will be next after his in his next punishment."

I bowed to him and knew that he was being fair to me and to this new buck. Before I could think any more on this the headman rang the village bell and we all settled down to hear the masters pronouncement on this bucks fate.

In the silence that followed we all heard the master announce the bucks fate. We all knew that the master had caught him breaking one of the rules that made life here. We were to all draw lots to assist in his punishment. He was to made a whore for the villager's use this night and depending on the master's mind he would be used by one or by the entire village. In the end there were to be six of us to use him this night. We all lined up; those that drew a white stone from the pot were to be the one's who would take pleasure from this buck.

The six winners lined up next to the buck as he was lead to the center of the green and chained to a stake in the ground. They could use him singly or as a group depending on their minds. The one thing that the buck could not do is make himself come. If one of them pleasured him then that was allowed

The first one wanted a slow prolonged suck with the buck on his knees as he spit on him then covered his face with his thick creamy load that shined in torchlight. I saw that the buck was now crying and wishing for this to end but this was just starting.

The next two decided to team up on the buck. One of them rolled the buck onto his back and fuck his now raw ass in long rough lunges. The other one squirmed into a position on the buck's stomach and began to suck the buck's now hard pole while forcing his own pole down the bucks throat. I watched the crowd watching all of this and could see that many more were getting hotter and very horny but they knew that as long as the Master was in attendance they could do nothing about it. This pair finished this act of the punishment with loud grunts and yells as they pulled out of the buck just before they came covering the prone buck with more cum.

The next buck used as boot toe to roll the scared buck back onto his stomach and began to spank the buck's slick ass until it was red and stinging while yelling obscenities at the kid. He then pulled out his hard cock and jacked a large load onto the beaten ass and back

The final two where a pair of bucks that spent most of their time on the fishing boats that the Master owned and I feared the worst for the buck. The smaller of the two grabbed the buck's hair and jerked him to his knees as the other forced the buck mouth open and began to piss into the buck's mouth. I could see that the buck was trying not to swallow but he was having his throat massaged by the other buck. When that buck had finished with his secession on water sports he feed his hard cock down the buck's throat. The smaller buck was watching this action and pulled his dick out of his coveralls and began to piss on the poor buck's back.

I looked up at the master and saw rage mixed with lust. The master wanted the bucks to have fun but he drew a strong line on forms of humiliation like water sports and having to eat someone's shit. I knew that these two buck were going to get some lessons on limits and what was and was not acceptable for forms of public punishment. I missed the end of this scene as I watched the master control his anger. With a shock I saw him nod at me and smile. I knew exactly what I was to do and bowed to him then walked over to the now fully punished buck. I gathered him in my arms and slowly walked over to the communal showers to wash all of this away.

I could hear the master tell them again the rules and then start on a lecture of what he did not considered proper acts to perform as punishment. I had to smile because I knew that the last two bucks were going to face their own punishments at the hands of the headman, he put up with no lying and knew that we would never see another scene like that, at least publicly. I wished them luck and knew that they may be able to walk back to the ships after the headman was finished with them. I now had my own problems.

The poor buck started to come back to life as he clutched my shoulder and began to cry in long wails. By the time we were in the showers the crying had stopped but the buck would not let go. I talked to him in a soothing tone, telling him that I was to get him cleaned up and into new clothes.

I slipped out of my shorts and walked him into the showers. The water was warm against my skin. I slowly caressed the buck washing the grime and piss that was glued on him. I loved this buck's muscled chest and back and was more than happy that the master had allowed me to teach this one. With the buck now clean I slowly kissed him and saw that the buck needed love and tender care to make him a valuable member of the household. With him clean I could read his ID his name was Michael.

I lowered Michael to the floor of the shower letting the water to continue to run. I saw fear in his eyes as he realized what could happen to him. I smiled at him softly then slowly swallowed his long hard cock. He flexed his back trying to force his cock further into my throat. It did not last long, he needed release so badly that I barely got started when he groaned loudly and filled my mouth with a load of sweet tasting cum. I watched Michael relax and fall into a light sleep that was when I heard someone behind me.

The master was standing behind me. His cock was straining against the leather of his pants as he looked down at the two of us. Smiling he told me that he had enjoyed the show and knew that the new buck was in the right hands. I bowed to him as he left the shower room to educate the two who had crossed his line this night with the assistance of the headman. I just hoped that they would not need any medical help in the morning.

I quickly woke Michael, dressed him, then lead him to the manor house and into my room. As we walked I told him that the master had gone easy on him and had given him to me to train to assist me. Then I told him that if he broke any of the masters rules during his training that he would be punished and then I would follow him to the whipping post for the same punishment. He looked shocked but nodded to me. I was given the next two days to get the buck back onto his feet and begin his training as my assistant. That night, Michael quietly slept in my arms as I worked out a plan to train him and keep him from harm

Catalina - Part one

The following bit of fiction has been sitting on laptop for some time as I have considered what to do with it. One of the reasons I have held back in publishing it is due to the fact that I let a lot of my darker side come out.

The major reason has to do with the setting. I have based this piece, and those to follow, loosely on the writings of another writer that being S.M. Stirling and his books "Marching through Georgia", "Under the Yoke" and "Stone Dogs" and set after the end of the third book.

With all of that said I hope that you enjoy the first section

It was nice to be finally back on Earth, even if a great chunk of the planets landmasses were now under new management. When the final war started I found myself on the the moon doing an inspection of one of my company's new solid-state research labs at the lunar city of New Edo. Now that the democratic nations were gone and the survivors hidden in the asteroid belt were preparing to head into interstellar space to found a colony world in the system of Alpha Centuri.

Of course, as the the owner and CEO of Archer Industries I would have been a prime candidate as one of the new colony's settlers until they discover that I was not a willing settler and buying me out could have crippled several nations economies. Finding out that I was gay was the final nail in their plans and they left me very much alone. Which left me exactly where I wanted to be, living life my way at my estate on one of the islands off the California coast.

I know that the Domination were quiet surprised to find me off earth and like a great number of the survivors of the war they offered me nominal citizenship if I helped to bring back the planet from the brink. Frankly I cared very little about the politics of the situation and wanted to help the human race survive. The only thing that I did ask for was that my brothers who may have survived be given the same deal as myself and they agreed to my surprise. They must have thought it very funny when they decided to give me back my estate and the rest of the island chain of Catalina as my private domain.

What nobody knew about was a secret data store under my estate's main house using technology that were not available to very many including the starship in the belt and I had used it to store a great many things that could have gotten me executed for knowing about and almost all of humanities diverse knowledge. And that little gem gave me a serious ace in the hole that I could use to rebuild Earth.

So after six months of various lectures on the Domination's culture and morals I was sent home to start work on my first project which was to rebuild the mass driver complex on the slopes of the mountains of Hawaii. All of this meant that I was going to need a much larger workforce and I knew just where to find them and cheap.

I knew what I was looking for and among the shell shocked survivors of Los Angeles it was not hard to find. The cells of the security directorate detention centers were filled with just the type of serf I was looking to buy. They all showed signs of wear since the last winter had not been good to them and that would make them easier to break them in. the serfs in cell block one looked up at the sound of the cell block door opening. Some of them lowered their gaze when they saw me among the guards others did not. All of the serf had been classified by Security as troublemakers and if not bought soon would be used by the labor camps to decontaminate the coast until they died from radiation poisoning.

I glanced at the guard and asked, “what’s their classification?”

He glanced at his computer pad display and grunted, “Looks like class four literate/numerate for the most part, they gonna be trouble in the long run.” I nodded but knew that all they needed was some training and I was planning to give it to them in ways they might not suspect. We stopped in front of one cell with twelve or so strapping bucks in it. I liked what I saw but I knew that I needed one final test before I bought them. The guard rattled the bars of the cell with his truncheon to get their attention and shouted at them “ shuck and identify cattle”. Several minutes passed as they all stripped there coveralls and folded them on there blankets, then stood feet apart with there hands clasped behind there heads. In the light of the detention cell, their neck ident tattoos glowed brightly. The slow ones were prodded with the truncheon to hurry up. In silence I examined the bucks, they were all reasonably well muscled despite of the destruction that had lived in and nodded with satisfaction that several of them were sporting hard cocks. They all had the control bracelets on their wrists, which reflected the neck ident tattoo. They were ordered to dress before I addressed them.

“I am Steven Archer. Some of you might remember the name but all of that is in the past. What you should never forget is that I am now your new owner and master. Follow my rules and we will get along well, ignore my rules and you will face the punishment. The choice is yours, live with me, or die alone.” I scanned the twelve faces in the cell, most had resigned themselves to this fate, two looked straight at me with hate in there eyes. I smiled back at them for I knew there type and I would break them to my will or they might end up feeding the radioactive sharks off the island. I looked at several other cells and made my choices to make up the needed workforce before walking back to the office to finalize the purchase I smiled to myself, I would enjoy breaking them in on the island

Back on the island I surveyed the final stages of new construction on the manor house that had just been completed with satisfaction. The meeting with the techs from the conservation directorate did not even anger me since I was more than happy with fifteen percent of the island’s land surface. I think that I surprised them when I told them that I was planning to let more than half of the holding revert to the natural ecosystem. This is my home and I planned not to destroy it, I had seen enough destruction during the war.

The new serfs had arrived during the night and had been paired with existing members of the expanded household. The Headman figured that this would help them adjust to there new life on Catalina. I laughed when he told me that he had paired the new ones with the horniest bucks I had. I figured that half of the new serfs would be in any condition to walk straight the next morning. You see that, except for a few bed wenches of my surviving brother on a neighboring island and the small kitchen staff, the rest of the population of the island was all young randy bucks. This meant that if they wanted to play they had only themselves to relieve the itch and that served my purposes as well.

I rose early that morning and went for my usual 10 mile run along sections of the coastline of the island before breakfast. I have always found the run helped to loosen the muscles and the mind for the day ahead and made me almost as randy as some of the serfs out on the fishing boats that I owned. They were on the horizon the serfs manning the ships who were under strict orders not to be of service to any of their shipmates. I had worse punishments than the ships for those that broke my rules. After the run I cooled off by doing several kilometers of the pool in the garden next to the manor house.

My serf born manservant Francis served me breakfast next to the pool when he brought me a tight pair of shorts. He was wearing only a tight pair of black leather shorts and a thin chain of steel. I thought that the chain was unnecessary but he refused to take it off, it was his way of showing me that I owned him completely. I could smell the scent of his sweat from his morning’s workout, another way that he showed me that he was following my request that he was not to allow himself to become flabby. I watched his well-muscled form closely as he laid out the eggs, bacon, rolls, fresh fruit and coffee, and thinking about whether I should accept the invitation to use his tight ass that he was offering. As much as I wanted his ass as desert after breakfast, I knew that I had to get moving on the project. As he withdrew back to the kitchen, he bowed deeply giving me plenty of time to caress his leather-covered ass and thighs. Ah the joys of ownership, but now time to change and to work.

My office is a separate wing of the manor and looks over the straight between the island and the coast. I designed the space to be airy and spacious but the inclusion of all of the communication equipment the room looked cluttered and disorganized, I will have to fix that. The one feature of my office that I loved was the fact that the end of the room where I normally worked was all windows. This way I could oversee the entire estate and be able to hand out punishments and pleasures to those deserving. As I normally do on workdays Monday to Saturday, I wore a tan coloured pair of leather jodhpurs, knee high riding boots, and a loose fitting silk shirt with now the ever-present gun belt with gun and bracelet controller.

As I entered, the entire office staff rose and bowed in unison. I had to take pride in the collection of good serf administers that I was able to save from the labor camps. They were all smart, obedient and very good-looking youthful bucks. As I trained them for there place in my household, they all at one point played pony for me and on occasion they still did but for the most part I allowed them to play among themselves even if it meant that I watched the fun from a distance. All of them were now Class V literate serfs and they dressed the part even if they all tended to wear very tight and form fitting clothing over there well muscled bodies.

I listened to there reports and wonder what in all of the Gods name had caused the Americans to detonate a massive atom bomb on an active volcanic island chain. I am still surprised that it did not sink the damn island. Still with luck, we could get the installation on line in a year and a half if we threw enough bodies into the project. Well that was fine, the surviving cattle on the island could clean up there own mess since they set the dam device in there own backyard, the idiots. With a sigh I realized that there was nothing I really could do except wait for the island to be decontaminated before the real work could start and they wanted results no matter how long it took even if it meant depopulating the islands in the process.

By lunch I really wanted to play pony with one of the bucks but I knew that the office staff loaded with gathering all of the information that this project needed could not take the time off to service my long cock. Francis served me lunch at my desk and I advised him to pack the saddlebag at which he smiled and nodded. I finished lunch shipped the required reports to the palace and the Archon’s office and set about doing a survey of the newly complete vineyards my brother had planned.

Francis met me outside the manor’s main entrance with my favorite horse ready to ride. I could tell by the smell of sex around him that Francis had already ridden one of the stable hands. I smiled and lightly brushed his tanned chest with a gloved hand as I French kissed him longingly. I think that he needed a good reward and starting to think about him with strawberries and thick cream and maybe one of the new bucks for his own personal training. Positions of power concerned many in my little community a great deal to my personal chattel but which of the new ones would he like.

As I considered the possible choices, I closely examined the work completed in the vineyard climbing up the mountainside. All of the serf born farm hands hard worked hard and I think that it was time that they celebrated their work and a party was never bad for the morale of the serfs. Then I saw someone partially hidden in the undergrowth at the top of one of the newly trellised vines. He was tall and well muscled with newly shortened blonde hair, just the way I like my serfs. He was one of the new serfs wearing the tight white cotton shorts that they all fresh bought wore before their initiation as full members of the estate. I recognized him as one of the potential troublemakers from the cell and quietly laughed. He was slowly stroking his cock oblivious of who was watching. I dismounted, grabbed the saddlebag and slowly crept up an adjacent furrow until I could hear his breathing and smell the sweat that must have been pouring off of his chest. I waited until I heard his breath shorten signaling his impending climax before I pounced on to him.

Within seconds, I had him pinned underneath of me with his left wrists behind his back and right hand still wrapped around his cock. He started to struggle but I had the upper hand and years of training for hand to hand combat can make you very strong. I think that he thought that it was one of the other serfs going to rape him again when he craned his neck to see his captor. At the sight of me he redoubled his efforts to shake me off of him but only enabled me to tighten my grip on him. As his struggles lessened I turned his head to see his tattoo to see which of the new ones I had caught with cock in hand. I almost laughed when I saw that it was one of the ones that had hatred in his eyes at the detention center, I was going to enjoy this. So, I thought, Michael AI643128E your education about the real domination was about to begin.

With leisure I reached through the vines to grab my saddlebag with all of its tools of training. I first pulled out of the saddlebag the leather wrist restraints and secured his left then reached for his right. His right palm was slick with sperm and the still moist earth of the furrow. With his wrists secure I then placed a wide leather collar around his neck. I then ripped the thin cotton shorts off of him so I could then survey his ass slowly and carefully and use the remnants of his shorts to tie his ankles securely.

I allowed him to roll over and into a sitting position. Sitting there he glared at me with a hatred that seemed all consuming causing me to smile as I pulled off my riding gloves. “Well serf, what did I tell you in the cell block?”

“To obey your rules.” He whispered to me. I waited a couple of seconds then stuck him with the gloves then waited again “Master” he seemed almost to choke on that word. Well he needed to learn the rules of this new reality and fast or he would end up as shark bait and that would have been a waste of a lot of potential.

“Well I am glad that was an easy lesion for you to learn,” I said shaking my head,” but you broken my first rule of the estate and therefore will have to face the punishment. The headman and your bunk buddy would have told you the basic rules that I set for all of my serfs and some of the punishments that have happened for breaking those rules.” I reached over and shoulder my saddlebag before I yanked him to his feet with one of the rings in the collar.

As he slowly shuffled to the end post of the trellis with his head down he muttered, “ but I thought I was alone and that no one would know about a quick hand job and with no women on the island what choice did I have, master?” Well it seemed he had learned to be respectful, it was a start at least.

I laughed as I pulled a short length of chain from the saddlebag and secured it to the post and to the collar. “You were not aware of anything around you and this is not Sunday when you can do as you can take pleasure from most of the man on the island and face no punishment from me.”

He stared at me for a brief moment then lower his gaze “I will not do so willingly master that was not the way I was raised” I grabbed his chin and raised his eyes to mine and saw the truth in them. I let him go letting his gaze fall to his bound feet as I walked behind him. I let him ponder the punishment that he would face or the pleasure that he would experience here in the vineyard.

I caressed his ass slowly and told him ”The world that grew you buck is gone and is now a glowing ruin on the horizon. You live in my world now and my word is the only law that you will ever hear for the rest of your life. As I said, live with me and my rules or die alone, the choice is yours and only yours. There are many, many more where you came from. All you will ever have to ask from me is to kill you in a merciful way and it will be done.”

“Well,” I said,” it is time that you learn more about the world where you now live.” and began to paddle his ass with my gloves. With each impact he let out a cry, each getting louder and hoarser until he was continually sobbing and calling for his dead mother. His ass cheeks were completely red when I stopped this phase and readied him for the next assault. I loosened my gun belt and let it fall next to the bag as I retrieved the tube of lubricant and coated his ass cheeks and puckering asshole with it. The gloves were still warm when I put them back on and then released my hard cock from the confines on my pants to position its tip of it on his quivering hole. I grabbed the collar and pulled him back sharply and onto my cock. As I slid home in the interiors of his ass he shook in pain and yelled even louder. I pulled him closer until the spasms of pain lessened and told him “ My impaling stake is not as big, nor as deadly as the one that you were facing in the hands of Security. Be thankful that I bought you for your fate would have been like those now cleaning up the charred ruins on the horizon or dying very slowly on a three foot wooden impaling stake up your American ass.” I could feel that he suddenly was faced with what his future could have been and seemed to surrender to this new fate.

I let him think for a moment with the head of my long cock resting comfortably in his ass. Then I felt him tighten his ass muscles around my cock. “Do with me as you will master, for I am yours.” I started slowly to fuck his tight and seemingly virgin ass with long tender strokes leaving the head of my cock in his ass. The heat of passion gradually swept over him and he started to beg for me to fuck him harder and faster. This was not rape by anyone's standards but my total position of him. I started to pound his ass for all its worth and wrap him in a tight bear like hug so that he felt the end of each and every stroke of my cock in his ass. I reached down and found that his cock had become rock hard again. As I held him closer to me I began to stroke his still slick cock with a gloved hand matching the pace that I was filling his ass with.

With a cry I plunged deep into his ass and flooded it with my seed. Shortly after that I stroked a second load from his cock. By then, we were both covered in a thick layer of sweat from the sun and from the fuck but I saw a look of ecstasy on his face and knew that he had learned his first lesion on Catalina. I still had to punish him for his breaking of my law but would not make it as severe as some in the past for he was ignorant of the ways of the new order and would have to be taught gently.

Resistance fighters

A NOTE FROM YOUR HOST:

The following tale is something different from some of my other writing since this is this is based on another persons ideas. In this case the setting is L.A. and takes place in the universe of the the TV series 'V' that was broadcast during the early 80's staring Marc Singer. To my knowledge Mr. Singer is gay and during the Series you always saw him in jeans that were so tight you could have known his religion. At the time of the series was broadcast, I was just encountering puberty and also seen Marc Singer in 'Beastmaster' so he made several great fantasies and the following is just one of them.

So with all that said here is Resistance fighters

We were both members of the resistance movement and we both knew that the information that we had discovered about the aliens had to reach the rest of the world. All we had to do first was get off the mother ship and reconnect with the other members of our cell. It seemed so easy getting here.

We had smuggled ourselves onto one of their transports to get up here but in our street clothes we both stood out among the flowing sea of red flight suits, black riding boots and silver helmets. It was Marc’s idea that we should find ourselves each a flight suit, boots and one of their helmets visitors that the vi so that we could move around the ship without having to try to hide behind cargo.

I guess that luck was with us that afternoon because Marc found several sets of their uniforms in a cargo box next to where we were hiding on board the transport. As the transport headed back to the mother ship we changed into the uniforms. That was when I got the first glimpse of his cock as he pealed out of his tight jeans. “Man” I thought, “what a piece. Sure would love to play with that” but now was not the time, nor the place for a bit of man on man action. In the semi-dark of the compartment we were in I silently changed all the while hiding my own raging piece and thought about how good Marc looked in the aliens uniform. I felt the shuttle touching down in the hanger bay as I struggled into my boots that were a shade too tight but we were all set to explore the mysteries that the mother ship contained.

We had found more than either of us had bargained for and now had to get away alive with the information. It seemed that the ship was now on some sort of alert and we were going to have to be very careful getting down. As we scanned the hanger bay I noticed a shuttle looking like it was getting to depart back to the city. I nudged Marc and pointed to the shuttle to which he nodded and we both slowly headed in its direction. We had timed it perfectly the shuttles door was slowly closing as we got next to it and ducked in quickly before they completely closed.

Marc was silent as the shuttle lifted off. It was then that I saw why, we had a lot of company. The shuttle had a shift change for the refinery below. Just a silently he headed for one of the empty seats and I followed suit we both knew that we had to act like we were part of the shift change or we were both dead. As the time went by the shuttle continued to drop back to earth and I started to feel more and more tense. Marc noticed it and just gave me a knowing look and gave me a barely noticeable smile and I started to relax.

The rest of the short trip was without incident and we quietly disembarked the shuttle with the rest of the crew and slowly drifted into the depths of the refinery before deciding on which gate to use to get away. The north gate looked like the best option since it was handling most of the traffic in and out of the refinery. That was where Marc spotted a long length of plastic conduit and motioned to it. As we both grabbed the pipe and started to head toward the gate one of the human foreman’s saw us and told us that the pipe was for a section of the intake pipe several blocks away. We just nodded and started to march out the gate and in the direction that the foreman had pointed. One thing that I was glad about was that Marc had taken the lead allowing me to watch his shapely ass in the tight confines of the flight suit. We delivered the pipe and drifted away from the site slowly before ducking into an abandoned building.

With a sigh of relief I removed my helmet and looked straight into Marc’s eyes and saw the light of lust starting to burn. He quietly walked over to me and slowly brushed his hand across my crotch before waling further into the gloom of the room. I certainly did not need a second hint for what he wanted and I followed him.

At last he stopped in what appeared to have been a stockroom before he turned to me with a big smile on his face and laughed quietly. It seems that Marc had been watching me as hard as I had been watching him but until now neither of us had an opportunity to follow through with the thoughts we both had been having. Without another thought I walked up to him and kissed his sensual lips as I pressed my body onto his. As we kissed I explored his fabric-covered body with my hands and felt his hard cock against my leg. We ended up against the wall of the storeroom before we ended the kiss.

I then took my time slowly lowering the zip on his flight suit as I explored the now exposed flesh. And just as slowly I tasted the sweet sweat on his chest and abdomen. By that time I was on my knees and Marc's steamy crotch and hard straining tool was right in front of me begging for release from the tight clinging cloth. Here I stopped. I wanted this to last and to enjoy every moment and settled instead for a quick sniff of his scent. Before returning to his lips.

Marc was not in the mood for a slow tease as he picked me up, pivoted and pressed me against the wall. Holding me I felt his tongue explore my mouth in a heated French kiss. As the kiss ended me worked the zip of my flight suit all the way down and quickly push the flight suit off my shoulders until it billowed around the top of the boots. He then shrugged off his own flight suit and peeled it off his hot body to stand before me wearing just the tall black boots. Seeing this I pulled the flight suit the rest of the way off and waited for him to make the next move.

He pressed me onto the wall as I felt his tongue start to explore my chest and nipples. He slowly sank to his knees and started to bath my balls with the tip of his tongue before swallowing my hard tool in one slow movement. I felt his nose in my crotch hair and that almost sent me over the edge but that could happen he retreated leaving me with the sense of how big the orgasms would be at the end.

Releasing my tool from the grips of his throat and mouth I joined him on the floor positioning myself so that we could take pleasure from each others attention. As we sucked I could tell that we were both close but were holding off release for as long a possible. His tool twitched before he released his explosion of seed sending me over the edge and into the most intense orgasm of my life. As I returned to earth I noticed that Marc and I were both covered in sweat and man juice but I felt that there could not have been a better reward for a task well done.

Desert Song

It was more than a little warm when we exited the cool confines of the airport terminal but at least I was truly on the ground. I really hate flying but for him I would have traveled twice as far. After getting our luggage the scene of a future festival was in the air and that relaxed me. Waiting for us was Rick and I could feel the strong stirrings in my loins that this hot man created. I just hoped that we could go for a ride on his bike at some point during the visit.

As we unpacked I could hear Rick moving things around in the house as if he was searching for something. We all gathered in the backyard where a barbecue was planned for our first night here. As the night continued Rick asked me if I wanted to go for a ride on his Bike with him to see some of the surrounding countryside. I of course said yes and we decided that the next day was good for both of us. We also decided that, if there was time afterward that we wold hit one of the bars after the ride. My David clued in then since he saw me packing my leathers that morning.

The next day dawned bright and I knew that the day was perfect for a ride on a bike with a stud like Rick. After breakfast I popped out to a local mall to pick up a few things like a bottle of wine, bottle candles and some condoms. As I approached the house I saw Rick double checking things with the bike. The tight jeans and T-shirt made me weak in the knees and he smile that he shot me was almost overpowering. Wordlessly he handed me a saddlebag telling me to store things in it for the trip it and to change for the ride. I dashed upstairs breezing past both David’s, changed into my tightest pair of jeans before putting on my leather chaps. I quickly packed my purchases in the saddlebag before grabbing my leather jacket and cycling gloves. I met Rick next to the bike and saw that the tight denim jeans were hidden within his leather chaps. He looked more and more like a god, Apollo maybe. This was going to be ride I would never forget.

I waited until he had the bike started before I nestled behind him. It was either the vibrations from the bike or its driver were going to my head but I was not going to back out now. He started slowly, making sure that I was balanced and comfortable. We drove around the city seeing the sites before we headed west and into the country. As he accelerated on the highway leading out of town I tightened my grip on his thighs ensuring I stayed put.

The feel of the wind and the power of the bike beneath me made the day perfect. We drove westward for what seemed minutes before he slowed and made a turn off the highway. When we stopped I looked at my watch and saw that four hours had passed since we left. I looked around and saw wide-open spaces that reminded me of the Canadian parries. We ate a little lunch that Rick had prepared for the trip. He suggested that we head south a bit to a small patch of desert nearby and there we would have a light supper. When we stopped we were both covered in sweat. It had been warmer that I think either of us knew. I stripped off my jacket and T-shirt and searched for a good spot to eat. When I saw the spot I knew that it was perfect. A slight hill in the west but the rest of the horizon was flat. We laid out the rest of the food and silently eat; each of us caught up in the beauty of the spot. As the sky darkened I went to the bike and pulled out the candles.

I set up the candles in the standard format and I know that my positioning did not go unnoticed. As I placed the central one in place he joked about forgetting to bring a sacrifice for the ritual. I laughed and said that I was looking for volunteers for that position. He excused himself saying that he had to take a leak and wandered over the hill to the west. I then went back to the bike and grabbed the wine and the plastic goblets from the saddlebag. While I was at the bike I striped out of my jeans and put back on my leather chaps and jacket.

It was slowly getting dark in the east and decided that if I was going through with the plan that I should get on with the show and soon. I found Rick standing almost in the center of the circle wearing only his leathers with his gaze slightly lowered. I handed him the wine and glasses. As I started to light the candles I heard him open the wine.

I could feel him breath on my neck as I lit the central white candle. As I started to cast the circle I could sense him moving with me adding his energy to the circle. With my otter sight I saw the circle blaze a brilliant blue. I knew that if the power was not within the hand casting the circle now sword no matter how big would do the job. With the circle in place I faced the east and saluted the deepening dark sky. This night it was going according the book and I think that suited both of us perfectly.

“All hale to thee oh powers of the East. Communicators of the words of love that waft through and on the air, be welcome to this our circle”. I then turned to the south.

“All hale to thee oh powers of the South. Creators the energy of love and the fiery flow of passions, be welcome to this our circle”. I then turned to the west.

“All hale to thee oh powers of the west. Mediators of love that flow through and in the water within us all, be welcome to this our circle”. I then turned to the North.

“All hale to thee oh powers of the North. Foundation of earthly loves that support us all of our live, be welcome to this our circle. I then turned back to the East.

I saluted the now dark sky that was slowly filling with stars, “ I have created this circle out of my will and my love, may it stand and contain all that transpires within.” And stomped.

I then turned back to the center of the circle and looked up to call the gods. The sky was filled with so many stars that it reminded me of my vacation to my parent’s place. “ All hale Diana, may your light guide us in this. Be welcome in this sacred space.” O.K. It was short, but it came from the heart and that is what counts in my books. Then I looked into Rick’s eyes and was not surprised by the power I saw there in the candlelight. “All hale Apollo, my your light be the guide to us all of our lives. Be welcome in this sacred place.”

I then reached down to grab the wine and one of the goblets and noticed that Rick’s cock was semi-hard. Since I did not have my blade with me I decided to improvise just a bit and have a bit of fun. I kneeled before Rick and poured the wine then look up at the beautiful sight before me. “ Within this chalice is the matter of the love and the energy of passion, separate they are barren, together they give life meaning that all mankind needs with there deepest souls. By my love do I bless this wine and all that drink it.” As I finished I dipped Rick’s cock into the goblet then licked off the wine from it. It was nice taste, a little wine with a sweat chaser.

I stood up and gave him the goblet. He poured a small libation, than drank deeply. He then saluted me with the glass and handed it to me to drink. I poured my libation than took a drink. We both slowly sank to our knees as we continued to pass the wine between us I saw that we were both hard by this point and I was willing to go where he wanted to go. I had everything I really wanted this trip, the stars, a very hot man and the gods. What else does a pagan need?

It started slowly with gentle kisses interrupted by sips of the wine. With the goblet empty things got serious as we started to explore the others chest. All we were wearing was our leathers and our boots. I started to tease his nipples before I dove in for a long licking session. When I came up for air he took over and completely explored my chest. God’s I was ready to explode at this point and pour us some more wine. As I cooled down a couple of notches he told me what he really wanted and that was for me to fuck him

We were here to celebrate his elevation and I was happy to give him what ever he wanted but first I wanted to taste his hard cock. I grabbed a pair of condoms from my inner jacket pocket and threw one to him and began to dress his hard cock. I positioned myself so that he could give my dick a thin latex covering before I started to lick my way down is cock. I teased my way back along its length before letting it slip between my lips. I could feel that I was getting the same treatment on my cock and knew that at the rate things were going I would need a second condom. We slowly teased each other to the point of no return before retreating a little then started all over.

It was Rick that broke things off and said that it was now time for him to feel my cock in his ass. We shifted around making sure that we did not knock over any of the candles. With both of us kneeling I slowly took up a position behind him. As I slowly kissed his neck I let my lubed cock slip into his hot ass. I settled in and let him relax but he wanted it rough and randy. At that point something took over and I felt as if I was being shoved aside to be a spectator to this event. I don’t know how long it lasted but I do know that we both shot our loads at the same time.

When I came to my senses I was still embedded in Rick’s ass and he looked as of he was still recovering. I got up slowly so that I did not disturb what was happening. I poured a rest of the wine and sipped it slowly as I watched a look of rapture fade from Rick’s face. I wordlessly passed the wine to him and he looked directly at me and said “well brother mine, this was more like the type of celebration I had hoped for.”

I had to laugh as we thanked the gods and the elements for their presence for this celebration and let the circle fade slowly away. As we dressed for the trip back I almost wished that those tight jeans of his had a hole in them and I could have sat behind him with my cock buried in his ass for the return journey. We did stop at one of the bars for one drink before heading home.

The rest of the weekend proceeded no where as eventfully as our ride but then again I did not think that it would.

Titan or bust

On earth, you have no idea how lonely you are going to be when you are on a long space mission. Being on a ship bound for a place further than any human has ever been with only five other humans to easily communicate with can be very lonely at times. I knew that this feeling would pass eventually but it would not make things any easier for me at this moment. I guess that all I could do is carrying on with my normal routine and that included keeping of a journal of the voyage.

[Computer begin verbal recording]

Archer, S – Personal log – August 15, 2045 – 15:30 UMT

Well our voyage to the Titan, the largest of Saturn’s moon, it truly underway. The fact that we have been in transit for the past five weeks without any significant problems is a true sign of the extensive planning that this mission went through before we even launch from the geostationary platform. Most of us have settled into our specific tasks almost too easily but then again we have had three years to prepare for this part of the mission.

The fact that we are delivering to Titan the basic components for an automated hydrocarbon refinery so insure that earth has the basic organic compounds to continue to expand military capability has a bit of a ominous overtones to the whole flight but I am just one member of this crew of six on this mission. I plan on doing my utmost to complete this task and to help in the movement of man to other exploration missions in the future

I wonder whose idea the “morning” wake up music is. Yesterday’s choice of music entitled “99 ways to leave your lover” caused a bit of a stir and a series of notes on the duty board. Most of them had to do with the title of the song:

99 ways to lever your lover
99 ways to leave your liver
99 ways to laser your lover

I think that you get the idea. Whoever chose the song was one twisted human. All the song did is remind me of pre-launch days waking up with Angelica my British Tabby and all of the attention that she gave me before her breakfast.

One interesting thing that has worked in our favor is that the ion drive is working better that the original specs. Wynn, my duty mate and ships engineer, tells me that we are further along our transit arc than originally plotted and will mean a nearly constant correction to our course and an earlier arrival in orbit of Titan.

[Pause recording]

I knew that the mission shrinks on earth had access to everyone’s journals and I knew that there were some things I definitely wanted them not to know about. Being the communications and computer specialist on the flight I knew how to keep things hidden when I wanted to and I did.

[Computer activate cipher Archer Beta]
[Create linked file]
[Resume recording]
Ah Wynn, for some reason all of my spare moments lately have been filled with pre-launch memories regarding him and a lot of thoughts and feelings about my duty mate. A lot of this I can’t fully figure out. I know that I see him for the same eight hour duty shift and will continue to work with him for the duration of the mission but some of the memories and feelings are more sexual than just working with him. It seems that my subconscious keeps dredging up things when my attention wanders just a little like the scent of his sweat when he returned to the dorm after a ride on his Harley or how the fabric of his flight suit clings to his thighs or lower back or the recurring question of whether he was wearing any underwear. Would this be the right time to use that age old line “Houston we have a problem!”

Some days recently I have wondered who set up all of this and all of these thoughts have pointed to the shrinks back in Houston that created this crew from the original twelve that started the mission training. I also wonder what they knew that we may not have figured out yet for ourselves. I still remember the final briefing before the flight into orbit and the smirk that several of the ground control crew had. It was like they were all screaming silently, “I’ve got a secret”. I guess that only time will tell.

[Pause recording]

[Computer de-activate cipher Archer Beta]
[Close linked file]
[Resume recording]

If this is true then we may be returning to Earth a lot sooner that any of us hoped for and that can only be a good thing.

[Computer end recording and file]

I silently stared at the screen as the computer stored the file and wonder what to do now. Most of the work I did daily I had nearly automated using a number of neat tricks that the international space agency did not even think of and that included a number of process that could even deal with some of the stranger things that the solar wind could throw at us. Anything that the algorithms could not fix was instantly quarantined until I could deal with them. The only problem with that is that it left me with a lot of time to think and a majority of that was spent think about my co-worker in a variety of erotic ways. I also knew in a way that the shrinks back on Earth would not be too impressed with some of the ideas that were floating through the mind. For all I knew that was one of the reasons that the alternative crew for this mission had been eliminated. The one concrete thing that I did know about the other crew was that the other communication specialist could not think his way out of a paper bag when under stress and that had been show repeatedly during the training. So I was here and he was back on Earth probably pushing information around. I guess that you could say that I was lost in space since I didn’t heard Wynn approach or him calling me just the sudden electrostatic spark that leaped between us as he touched my shoulder and I reacted by jumping.

I can tell you that this type of reaction is normal on Earth and no big thing since gravity holds you in place but in near zero gee of the command area of the ship it sent me sailing across the space quite rapidly. The next thing I knew was that I was in pain. The communication console connected with my left knee and my head with the bulkhead across the compartment.

As the pain receded I suddenly realized that I was feeling the gravity of the habitation ring and seeing a bright light being shined into my eyes by the Medical Officer Graham Stilton. From the stern look I was getting I knew that he was not impressed by this accident. “Well Captain Archer what do you have to say for yourself? I had you pegged as the last person that I would see in my office during the flight but you always seem to want to surprise people.”

I remain silent as he continued his examination and listen to him ask Wynn a couple questions about the lighting in the hydroponics area. When he got to my knee he certainly got my attention again. “ Well Steven consider yourself very lucky, you could have severed the upper connections to you knee cap if you had been traveling any faster and I certainly did not plan on doing surgery this early in the flight.” He then placed the knee in a temp cast and had me sit up.

That was when I felt something jab me in the groin and I remembered the memory crystal in a front pocket of my flight suit. I fished out the crystal and tossed it to Wynn before telling him, “Your latest video request came through last night. Something called “Fractured Spine Hillside” I think. Not sure if it’s a geology seminar or a medical thriller. As he pocketed the clouded crystal he smiled and shook his head. God the power in that smile could have made me melt then and there.

“Neither. It’s a turn of the century classic called ‘Brokeback Mountain’. I haven’t seen it since high school, I figured that it was time to watch it again.” It may have been my imagination but I think that I saw Graham raise an eyebrow at the title. “Well I still have a propulsion check to do and it won’t get done with me talking down here.” With a mischievous grin he left and I think that he knew that I was watching him glide along the ring to the centrifuge’s exit. I knew that it was time to face the lecture that I expected from Graham for not strapping in at all null grav consoles but he surprised me.

“Steve, we need to talk.” Great that meant that he something serious since for the most part he just called me ‘Archer’. It also meant that he wanted to help and not because it was his job. He quietly sealed the compartment before turning to me and leaned against the examination table. “I’ve been meaning to chat with you about your stress indicators.” What indicators was he talking about?

He looked at me for a second not sure of how to approach the issue then decided that the direct approach was the best course. “Steve, over the past few weeks Houston has noticed that parts of your journal entries are encrypted in sub files and that the general tone and stressing of the entries show that something big is eating you.” He stopped to watch my reaction to his statement and he knew that he was right. I just could not look him in the eye at that point and sat there for a minute thinking about just telling him but I was not sure of his response to the problem.

I looked up and just said, “Options?”

He seemed relieved that I was looking for the help. “You have four: medication for the remainder of the voyage, talking with the team in Houston via vid gram, talking to me or using the Elysian Fields simulation”. He could tell just from my reactions that the first and second options were non starters. The third did have its possibilities but something was holding me back. “I guess that your choice is behind door number four”. I just nodded to him as he when to get the crystal that held the simulation for me. As he unsealed the compartment after giving me the sim, he looked at me sternly and told me, “You are on half duty for the next week to give the knee time to heal and I want to have received notification from the computer that you have used the sim at least once in that time. Now get out of here so I can get back to bed.”

Since there was only an hour left before my shift ended I decided just to hobble over to the galley, grab something to eat then head to my sleeping cubicle to think things over. I found that I was not interested in food so five minutes later I was laying back on my bed and staring into the cloud of the data crystal and wondering if this was the right approach to the Wynn problem.

At least the sim headset was the latest model that was available and was able to directly interact with the wearers neural thought patterns without having to drill any holes into the skull. The one thing that it would not win, would be a fashion award, it looked and felt like a swimmers diving cap. I guess that we can’t have everything. After slotting the crystal in a bed side reader, I laid back and waited for the sim to start. After a few seconds I hear this voice in my head asking, “Are you resting comfortably?” I nodded and the voice continued, “Then we shall begin.”

For the most part the simulated forest looked real but flowering trees had no scent and the background a little too crisp for a real horizon but it was very good. I started to wander through the forest and began noticing that I was not the only human in the forest. It seems that they were all wearing Greek togas and that there was an equal mix of men and women taking in the sights. After following a well tread path I found a cave entrance with the words “Know thyself” inscribed next to it. That sounded good and entered the cave.

I could tell you the entire tale of my adventure in the sim but that would spoil things for you when you decide to use it. What I will tell you is that when the sim finished several hours had passed and I found that I had a several spots where the groin of the flight suit were saturated and very sticky to the touch. I knew what the body wanted that much was for sure.

Over the next week I used the sim several more times with similar results and a much clearer idea what needed to be done but I was no clearer as how to achieve the end goal. That was until the follow up with the MO. The fact that he had arranged for the checkup in my time zone and not his was certainly significant.

“Two things, “he said as he packed up hit medical kit, “First your neurochemistry is back to normal and that is good but the knee is still need another week to heal completely.” In a way I wanted to get back to work fully but in this cast he word was law and there was nothing I could do about it. “Since you have some time on your hands”, he said, “I think that you could use this” tossing me a data crystal.

“What’s this, another sim?” I asked gazing into the crystal.

“No a movie, something tells me you need to watch this one” I looked at him a little mystified with more than a few questions in my gaze. “No I have not taken up being a psychic as a side hobby since there are no tea leaves on board but I think that you need to return to a younger you.” And with that he glided out of the exam room leaving me looking into the crystal.

It was several days before I remembered the movie by which time I really needed something to take my mind off all of the day dreams that I had been having and thought what the hell. Relaxed in my cabin, I slotted the crystal and waited for the movie to start. With a start, I realized that this was the movie that Wynn had ordered, it was then I started to wonder how Graham had gotten a hold of it. I almost stopped the movie seeing it was a western. I was never a fan of westerns but something told me that I needed to see this. As the end credit scrolled past I saw why Graham had given me the film and I started to see that all of the dreams I had been having lately had a very good chance of becoming reality. I needed a plan and I started to laugh when an idea hit me, it couldn’t be that easy.

I once heard that the way to a man’s heart was his stomach, I decided to get him through his email. I created a simple little program that would make subtle and random changes to his personal mail and let it loose. In a way I was just recreating some of the mail that we all had gotten over the past weeks. The best of them we posted on the mission whiteboard like the mission control request for fuel usage that was displayed in flaming red gothic script on a black background. So I waited until he could not stand it any longer and called me for help. It took a week until one very personal message was really altered.

We were on the control deck and everything seemed normal and about to make a small correction in our course. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Wynn had started to call up his mail and waited for some reaction. The first few appeared normal before he was staring at one that was lime green and black and in Greek. That one created a subtle growl in his throat before he clicked for the next one. The next one was a birthday video gram from his grandmother. I had to restrain laughing out loud at how the program had changed the message. The saintly image on the screen kept changing colour. One second she was green, then purple, then yellow then a shade I could not even describe and with every change in her coloring the background changed too. Well that did it and I knew that it was my chance when he screamed, “Archer get over here and fix this”.

I gingerly walked over to his console and innocently ask him what was wrong. Standing behind him I watched the image turn blue and yellow. He just pointed at the screen and growled. I rested my hands on his shoulders gently and told him that I could fix the message for him. I slowly leaned closer to him till I could whisper in his ear and let my hands ghost there way down his muscular chest and brush his nipples. I could feel the electricity building until a spark could have leaped across and gap separating us before I moved my hands to tap a short command on keyboard in front of him. In the silence that followed the messages abrupt redirection I breathed in his scent and let it carry me the next step of slowly kissing his neck.

It was at this point that the course correction began causing the control deck to slowly loss gravity and we floated free of the floor. In mid air Wynn did a slow turn until he was facing me and gave me a slow and very passionate kiss on my lips as he wrapped his arms around me. We kissed until we bumped into the cabin’s ceiling and both laughed at the thought of floating around the room in each others arms. I knew that I could spend the rest of the time we were weightless just kissing him but Wynn had other ideas by the way he slowly started to grind his body against mine and the heated look of lust in his eyes.

Silently he drew down the zip on my flight suit till he reached my navel before letting his tongue taste the sweat on my skin and tease each of my nipples. By this time I was rock hard and I wanted to sample his erotic musk for myself. As I kissed him I followed his lead going that one extra step till his own hard shaft was out in the open and begging to be pleasured. With a deft hand I set his body rotating before me till his crotch was at eye level and I could enjoy the scent of his groin.

As much as I wanted to swallow him whole at the first whiff of his sweat I decided to bath the length of his cock slowly and teasingly with the tip of my tongue till it glistened with my spit. I lapped up the beads of savory dew that started to form at the tip of his shaft before giving his two heavily laden balls a similar treatment. Wynn decided that the direct approach was more to his liking and he allowed the entire length of my shaft to be swallowed between his warm lips. With a final lick of my tongue I released his balls and began to let the velvety skin of his shaft pass my lips and began to massage its entire length with my mouth. And so cart-wheeled around the control deck giving and receiving pleasure till the warning klaxon sounded and we sank back to the deck. It was then that we separated before touching the deck. As he came to rest on top of me I could feel that the jar of his landing caused him to climax. I felt splash after splash of his seed land on my chest and I could no longer hold back. I coated his face and hair in my own explosions of pleasure.

As the glow receded we looked at each other and had to smile at the happy mess that we had made of each other. Resting in each others arms on the deck we hugged and kissed again. It was then that Wynn let me in a little secret. The reason that our team had been selected was due to two things. Our individual skills and that we all were gay. Houston had then ensured that we had a partner that we could love. OK. It took a bit of time but I knew that the rest of the mission was good to go and “Houston we don’t have a problem.”

The shaft

It was a hot muggy Friday afternoon in august and I was ready for some serious relaxing during the weekend. I would not have come in to the office today if I did not have to finish a report for Monday morning. Now I am glad that I had to. The dress code that day was casual and I worn my favorite pair of faded blue jeans, a tight white T-shirt and my leather jacket just in case it decided to rain.

At lunch the humidity was even worse than the weather reports predicted and my T-shirt started to stick to my chest. In the elevator core waiting for the express up to my floor, I noticed a pair of repairmen working on another of the cars. They were both wearing dark blue coveralls but one of them caused me to take serious notice. He must have stood six feet and very well muscled. He filled his coveralls so well that they seemed to have been painted on his well-built frame. The zip was partially down revealing his pecs and a light layer of chest hair. At that point my cock took notice and started to harden in my jeans. The elevator finally came and I had to go brush past him to get into the car. As the doors started to close I saw him looking directly at me and smiling.
By three o'clock I was hot and horny as hell. The air conditioning for the building had failed around 1:30 and there were reports of brown outs happening all over of the city. Since I did not feel like walking down 25 floors I decided to file the report in my bosses in tray for Monday and get out while the going was good. When the elevator finally arrived, the interior lighting seemed to be darker than normal and I took it as a good sign for leaving and I hoped that I could get out of the building before something happened

My luck did not last, as the elevator past 15 and enter the express section of the shaft the car slowed, then stopped and the lights went out. Great, I was a fourteen and a half floor above ground, in the dark and horny. I found the emergency phone and called down to the security desk only to find that the entire building was blacked out and they would be sending someone to get me out of the elevator.

I did not have to wait long. Fifteen minutes later I heard someone land on the roof of the elevator car. I figured that it was one of the security guys for the building. Light began to pour in when the roof hatch open spotlighting me in one of the corners of the car. "Are you O.K." a shadowed form called down to me.

"I'm fine, any idea how long this is going to last." I said, trying to place the voice of the hidden man above me.

"Don't know, heard that the whole city is dark." The beams of light shifted to outside the car. Who ever he was he seemed to be checking something around the elevator shaft. I heard a locking click as he secured himself the elevator cables. The voice brought me back to reality as he called down to me "Hey, catch the flashlight" as he tossed down into the car then followed it down into the car. I barely was able to hold in my grasp as I saw who it was; it was the hunky repairman.
He looked even better close up. I could catch a scent of his after-shave mixed with the musky scent of his sweat as my mind began to race with different thoughts. With my how my luck had been running this week, I figured that he was straight and married with three kids. Rubbing a bit of cable grease off his hands and onto his meaty thighs,

"Well you will not be going anywhere soon, the blackout seems to have locked the brakes on the car and it can not be fixed until we have power back" As he stood directly under the elevator car hatch, I could see that his coverall zipper was down further than I had seen it at lunch. I could start to see his tight stomach muscles and a trail of dark hair leading down to his crotch.

Then I saw that he had nothing on underneath the coveralls as his semi hard cock snaked down one pant leg. I looked up suddenly as I felt his gaze on me and saw an even bigger smile than before. "Hope you like the view," he said in a quite non-threatening way as I blushed and felt my cock grow harder.
The erotic heat in the car grew hotter when he reached into a chest pocket and pulled out a cigarette, light it and blew a smoke ring out the hatch. He reached up extending his whole frame and placed his smoke on the lip of the hatch of the car. The light from the hatch illuminated every one of his chest hairs and I wanted in the worse way to run my hands through it. Getting closer to him I light up my own cigarette and tried to match his feat but did not come anywhere close. I wanted him in the worst way.

His hand brush against my thighs as he reached up to grab his smoke, that brief contact sent sparks throughout me and ignited the flames of lust within me. I leaned against the side of the elevator car finishing my smoke and let my other hand fall to rest on his right thigh. He finished his smoke and threw the butt through the ceiling hatch and looked me right in the eye, " No need to be shy," he said, " I know what you have wanted since lunch". I took one last drag on my smoke and threw it out the hatch as he pressed his hard body onto mine. We started to explore each other's bodies.

He reached inside my jacket and slowly pushed it from my shoulders, I let it slip off my arms to land in a pile next to my feet. Next the T-shirt was peeled off my sweaty body allowing access to my pecs and nipples. He began to slowly lick a circle around my left nipple them before starting to suck on it. As he licked his way to the other nipple I slipped my hands under his coveralls and forced them from his shoulders and peeled them down to knees. I finally caught sight of what he had packed in those coveralls. His dick had to be seven inches semi hard with a pair of large low hanging balls surrounded by a heavy thatch of fine blond hairs.

The car was definitely heating up when he began to open my button fly with his teeth and I started to pinch both of his nipples softly. With the last button he reached up and yanked my jeans down to my ankles and buried his nose in my crotch inhaling the scent of my sweaty groin. With long slow licks he began to bath my now rock hard cock as I began to twist one then the other of his erect nipples. He let out a groan and began to suck my cock like a wild man while he began to massage my ass with his hands.

I then lost my balance and fell forward on to him. He did not miss a stroke but broke off when I suggested another position; I wanted a taste of his sweaty piece of meat. With his cock inches away from my face I could see pearls of precum forming in his piss slit. I gently lick these gems from the head and savored the mixture of sweet precum and his sweat. I then dove in for a real taste. I let my lips slowly slide down the meaty shaft until I had my nose in his golden crotch hair. I could tell that he was getting close when the trickle of precum became a flood and I pulled up for air. I knew where I wanted his cock and it was not down my throat. I think he could scene it to, as he suck my cock his hands had been exploring my ass crack and my hole.

I reach over to my jacket and pulled out a condom and a pack of lube and threw them to him. As he geared up I positioned myself in one of the corners of the elevator. A cool lube covered finger probed my hole and signaled the beginning of a ride that I will never forget. He plunged into my ass with a single stroke and held it there for several seconds then he began to fuck me hard and well. As wave after wave of heat rose up from my ass I could feel his sweat drip onto my back. I leaned further into his stoke so he could push that shaft of meat further into me. As he strokes became harder I could feel the car around us begin to shake. The only sounds in the cars were the slap of his heavy balls against my ass and our mutual groans of pleasure.

His breaths became shorter and shorter and he wrapped his arms around me. I knew that he was close and I tightened my ass muscles around his cock with a final hard stroke and a groan that seemed to shake the car, I could feel him cum deep within me. Instead of pulling out of me he began stroking my hard cock. With both hands on my dick he yanked my large load out onto the floor of the elevator.

We both had just enough time to pull on our clothes when the lights came back on and the car started to descend toward the lobby. I offered to buy him a beer at a bar next door so that we could get more acquainted with each other. He accepted and we spent the rest of the afternoon making plans for the next time that he would be inspecting the building's shafts.