The Shifting
#3 of Fuzzy Logic
Jason's Flight Part 2: The Shifting
By: Beefy the Bull
A shifting of understandings...
*WARNING*
M/M, Bull, Bovine, Minotaur, Human, Outer Space, Sci-Fi, Oral, Anal, N/C , Forced , Bondage, Punishment, Domination/Submission, Locker room, First time, Machine, Master/Pet, Medical Play, Rimming, Gut,
Previously:
"You're a good friend Jason. You were even willing to try something that made you uncomfortable."
"You're a good friend too." I said as my heart rate finally slowed.
"Thanks. But you still owe me." he said with a grin.
-Jason-
I owed him... something he reminded me of regularly. It was almost a given he would say the phrase with our every meeting. Weeks passed, and it was always the same- you owe me.
So finally I asked- one day while leaving the engine control room and heading back to the lounge-area. I turned to him, and using the computer assistance, I timed my question to right before he was most likely to remind me again.
"And how do you propose I repay you?" I asked as we walked, hoping the timing would get a rise out of him.
"I want you to try a sexual act with me..." he said with a mischievous grin as he entered the crew's locker room.
"What? No Look I'm not like that." I started defensively, already regretting having asked.
"Oh, don't deny it- I checked earlier. You looked up more homosexual topics and images, and almost no heterosexual ones. And I saw how much you enjoyed that pornography, I heard you whisper..." he said as he sat on one of the benches.
I burned red, he heard me? I was almost certain I had said those things to myself...
"I heard your whispered cries... should I mimic them for you?" he asked me as I sat next to him on the bench.
"No." I answered flatly.
"Come on Jason, won't you try this with me? I know you will enjoy it." he asked pleadingly his tail swishing back and forth.
I sat still undecided, torn internally- there was something there- some seed of truth to his words.
"Don't look at it as a definition of your sexuality, just as an experience." he appealed to me
Those words soaked in and I pondered them for some time.
"It's just you and me in here." he said as he rested his hand rested on my shoulder waiting quietly for my response.
I looked at him, unable to say it.
He smiled as he recognized my silent acknowledgment, and his hand slid on to my neck as he unfastened his fly. I slowly moved forward some and his hand guided me closer to the strengthening bull hood.
I can't explain what it was, but I kind of wanted to do this but I was really nervous about it too. It shouldn't be too difficult... after what I did for the commander. The shaft rose up to meet me, its warmth and potent scent took me by surprise. My mouth opened slightly and I froze. The tip was about an inch from my face; I was about to willingly take another male into me. My heart thundered, my will wavered.
"Please?" the Lieutenant said both trying to coax me into the act and from his desire for me to please him.
I moved a bit closer, the potent musk was strong, it swayed me and my desire, and my shorts constricted some. I took the shaft into my mouth, and the bull tried to refrain from pushing my head down on the spear.
I bobbed a few times, tasting and exploring the shaft. Much like standing over a pool of cool water, uncertain about taking a swim- once I was in it- I found it was quite fine. I suckled on the shaft eliciting a deep sigh from the lieutenant.
I giggled around his cock; I wondered if I could get him to moo?
Suckling on him, I started to bob on the top half and stroke the lower half, working the bull part gently.
The Lieutenant much enjoyed this and moaned enthusiastically as he leaned back, eyes closed and jaw agape.
"Jason!" he cried passionately as I started to synchronize my movements, hand down- head up, head down -hand up, and it wasn't long before a deep lowing from him signaled the end was near, and he would blow his load. With both hands on the back of my head, he pushed down and bucked up into me and with a cry he blew, sending his hot bull seed down my throat.
He held me in that position for a moment as the last of the bull seed shot into me, and then he let up as he leaned back and relaxed.
I pulled myself off his softening cock, and thought about what had been done. I didn't get off, but still... it wasn't bad. The Lieutenant finding pleasure was a good thing- though I was a bit horny now.
I wasn't sure if I enjoyed it or liked it... I guess I didn't hate it either.
The lieutenant fully removed his clothes and stood heading for a soak in the tub.
"I told you it would be ok." he said with a renewed grin. "-come on."
I sure hoped he was right I thought as I stood and followed him.
-The Commander -
The doors opened quietly as I approached and closed behind me with a loud click resounding in my darkened office- with only a small desk lamp lighting the room just enough. I tossed my hand-held interface to the desk and headed over to the in-wall wardrobe behind it as I loosened my dress jacket. Opening the top half of the wardrobe, I took off the silver embroidered jacket I wore and tossed it on the marble bust inside the wardrobe, and removed the pendant-medal from my under shirt, and placed it around the neck of the bust. Though no one saw the medal, I always wore it as a reminder of the dead friends and heroes back on P3-1240-B. I grabbed a silver flask from inside the wardrobe- I kept it hidden in the corner out of sight- and as was my custom on most days, I took a long swig of the hard, bitter, and unrefined liquor inside. Gods- we use to drink this stuff all the time, I still couldn't keep away from it- it reminded me of the old times when we were young guns- it was the worst grade of liquor made from ship's hydraulic fluid and the fuels from a standard Navy-issue emergency-vacuum-flare.
'I really should stop drinking this shit- it's bad for me.' I thought, as I twisted the cap closed and stashed the flask back in its hiding place and closed the wardrobe. I dropped heavily into the desk seat with a sigh, as my friend from the Human-Navy once told me: 'no rest for the wicked'... I still needed to check all the shift logs and file a report with my commanders.
I missed my old human friend- David North, an impressive old man who had been in the human militia and navy. He was gruff, smart, and had a sharp sense of humor. I tapped the surface of the wood desk and it came to life, a holographic representation of my desktop fading into focus. Looking off to one side of the desk was a holograph of a photograph, framed in the human style, of an old man in an old human Navy-issue jacket and cap, with a wise and learned expression, hinting a smile.
I looked at the photo longingly, I hadn't seen him in years and he had truly been a good friend. I knew him at the end of his career as a well-respected and decorated officer in the Human Navy, the stout and wiry old Marine in the photo was still sharp and strong looking despite his age.
But that was before, now his age caught up with him, and the last I had heard he wasn't in good health. I missed him dearly; he was probably back at his home world in whatever passed for retirement there. I hoped it was something good for him.
With a grunt I got back to the task at hand, and started checking the last shift's logs. Then once I accepted them, I started on a report to the Sector command, and a separate report to my commander, and then another report to fleet command. It was a very tedious thing to do, and the protocols for such reports were extensive. The demeanor of the reports was important, with a fine line to walk between aggression and submission. One has to show some aggression, or risk losing respect and title, but one has to be sufficiently restrained and submissive lest he appear to be too aggressive and out of control. Same with the length of the reports, look like you're doing your job diligently somehow without looking like you're trying too hard- and if it's too short it may make you look sloppy or careless.
Once all the reports were done after a few hours of writing and revising, it was time to read the quick briefing on Jason's progress. The Lieutenant had prepared the text that was displaying on the desk, indicating various aspects from his general medical, over all psychological report, and technical details of his post and training. At least the Lieutenant knew how to write a good report that wasn't too fluffy and could be sped-read, while still having all the important details. Mostly the report was technical, and over all a positive review for the boy.
I stirred some at the thought of him. I still wasn't sure but he did seem to be picking up thing quickly, and the Lieutenant believed in him, and that meant a lot to me.
Once the business matters were dealt with, it was time for dinner and sleep. I stood with a stretch and a groan, my old body wasn't liking the long hours standing on the bridge any more. I started to remove my shirt as I headed to the private cabin and my gut protruded from under the shirt.
I looked down at my gut. Huh. That thing.
My body had once been perfect and well formed of muscle (most of it still was), but my age was catching up fast, and now I had a gut too. When we were young ground-pounders, we prided ourselves in our fine bodies so much- we said we would rather die than get old and weighty. I snorted again as I tossed the shirt aside and stopped in front of the catering machine.
I was still in good shape, and I could still hold my own, mostly the stress and demands of command, and the lack of time for exercise tend to do this to most commanders.
As the catering machine prepared my food with a hum, I started to visualize all of the other commanders I knew... let us see: Commander Ardamant, Commander Heavy-Stone, Commander Him-of-Iron -yah, most of the commanders I could think of were slowly falling out of shape or well down that road. I grabbed the bowl of food as it dispensed and headed back to the sitting room. Moreover, once you're there it's only your sharp wits and reputation that keep you in control of the ship.
I sat down in the armchair with a bowl of steamed rice and garnished it with thick spicy sauce- but not too much- I don't want my belly getting any bigger, I thought with a small grin.
I sat in silence again as I ate with the flat of my knife blade (an old habit from younger years), every young buck wants to be a commander, but you don't usually think of the downsides to such a rank and title. As a commander, you spend a lot of your time cold and distant from others- You associate mostly with other officers, but even then only so much, and with caution. Get too close, and you risk running into problems with favoritism and laxity. I shook my horns and moved onto thinking and planning for the next shift- I had a lot of work for me to do...
-Next shift-
-Jason-
I usually monitor the ship's long range Wave-detectors much like most people use their periphery vision. I don't sit and stare at the Wave- readings- I don't need to, that's the Wave operators job- I just overlay them in the background, and if anything pops up I usually spot it- even before the Wave operator on duty does. And just like your periphery vision, when you notice something, you take a glance at it, and see what it is real quick, and that's exactly how I noticed a faint signal.
Just a civilian freighter- not surprising in this sector. I was about to continue reading about ancient naval tactics, but then I noticed one small detail out of place.
I almost didn't notice it, but the transponder stood out as non-matching for the contact. The Wave detector showed a Type 78-400 freighter ship, but the contact's passive Multi-Spectrum transponder read a civilian passenger ship. Best to report things like that.
"Master, I have an unusual Wave contact at long range, it's a civilian, but the contact's M-S transponder does not match the Wave reflections and emanations." I said as my nude hologram materialized, standing facing the commander. I noted the Wave operator had just noticed and performed his manual check on the target, and was about to report the contact, but I had beat him to it by seconds, and verified the mismatch in the M-S transponder, and reported it to the commander to boot.
"Move us closer and verify contact. Quietly though." The commander ordered as a contemplative look crossed his face. He stood in the command circle, dressed in a pair of black and gray pouched shorts with loops of gold and black braid hanging from either waist- the Tau equivalent of medals.
"Yes Master." I said with a slight bow as my image faded.
I increased power to engines, changed the ship's heading, and switched to the passive Subliminal-Wave detector. The closer we got the better scan resolution we would have, and I could confirm the initial scan and vessel type. If he was flying with a stolen or forged M-S transponder, it would be almost a given fact that that ship was performing illegal activities.
Once we crossed the threshold of resolution double, I rescanned target with the subliminal Wave detector, and confirmed a Type 78-400 freighter, but something was wrong with it. I was getting unidentifiable readings reflecting from the suspect ship's hull. While the subliminal-Wave scanners stealth was par none, its resolution and accuracy left something to be desired when compared to our ship's active Wave scanners in hunt mode. As we came closer to the suspect ship, I detected a Civilian-Emergency-Beacon signal, with human civilian identification and registration codes. The CEB checked out- its registration was current, and it was scheduled to pass through this area recently, but it didn't match the suspect ship, it was for a civilian passenger ship Type P-3985-200.
"Master, emergency beacon detected from the Wave contact: beacon registration is good, but it does not match the Wave contact. Beacon signal is asking for immediate assistance, I believe it is a possible trick."
"It is suspicious." the commander mused. "Prepare to contact and inspect the ship."
"Yes master, additionally, there are unusual signals from the sub-Wave scans- the ship is in a debris cloud or has some unusual modifications to the hull. I won't know until we switch to active Wave, or get closer."
"Move closer and keep us quiet." he said without looking.
As we moved closer I finished calculations from the sensors.
"Master, my calculations on the Wave reflections of the hull suggest that the ship has some sort of rigged weapons, may I suggest that this might be a pirate ambusher."
It was a standard tactic- pretend to be a helpless or stricken vessel and wait for someone to come along side and try to help- then the pirates attack. Usually the only weapons pirates have are very weak and old, so our ship has little fear of them- and as far as boarding the ships, Tau warriors are finely trained and most have decades of combat experience in many forms of battle. The Tau's natural strength, speed, durability, and intelligence make them a highly effective combat force.
"Very good Jason. Put us on combat alert." he rumbled with a slight grin.
I prepared the ship and closed all the air tight doors, and warned the crew that an intercept was about to occur. Warriors were assembled should we need to board the suspect vessel for inspection or seizure.
Weapons were taken off safe, and we closed on the target. Once we were close to visual detection range the commander ordered active Wave acquisition of the target.
"Hail the ship, and ask if they need assistance. Be ready to pursue if they run."
I felt so excited; this would be my first action! I had trained some under the lieutenant, so I felt ready, but still the energy was high, and I was tense. Most likely the ship would try and run when they realized the authorities were on them- they know they aren't a mach for a Sky-force destroyer.
The communications officer hailed the ship, and it wasn't a more than a few seconds after the hail was sent that I detected engine activity, and emissions suggesting preparation for weapons deployment. The first active Wave scan confirmed my thoughts; the ship had multiple launchers attached to its hull crudely, and was missing it's registration markings- pirates. Detectors warned of radiation traces consistent with less than five warheads in the 75-125 Megaton range.
Shit.
It got worse- Wave-scan showed multiple missile or rocket launches, lots of them.
"Incoming nukes!" I shouted ship wide.
It would be not quite half a second from the time I shouted the warning to the time the commander issued his first order. No time for that- first impact would be in one and a half seconds at this range.
So I acted.
I activated the close-in point lasers; I needed to destroy those warheads! Detectors showed three likely nuclear warheads launched, problem was that they also launched a salvo of six hundred conventional rockets, decoyed with radioactive traces, making the acquisition of the three actual nuclear targets very unlikely, -about 8.753% of destroying all three- and only one warhead impact would destroy this ship a hundred times over.
The overall barrage was fired from too close for the CIWS (Close In Weapons System) to destroy all the missiles, I needed to single out the three warheads!
The missile barrage was using sheer numbers, proximity, decoys, and sensor co-incidence in the attack formations and angles. Analysis of the patterns in the barrage of missiles showed there to be an incidental equation behind the pattern, and using that I could optimize the targeting protocols of the CIWS to take advantage of the equation's predictions of the warheads locations within the missile barrage.
Simulations showed that course of action to increase the ships survivability by 72.67%
I tried to reprogram the CIWS to optimize the targeting, but the system mistook my sudden change of programming as a hostile hacking attempt, and locked the system out, putting it into automatic mode. The lasers started to acquire targets based on range and area of impact.
gods damn it! Analysis now showed the likely hood of the CIWS destroying the three warheads to be almost none.
I threw the engines in full power and warmed up the Q-rift-engines (Quantum rift) we were going to need to dodge some warheads.
At this range I could maneuver out of the rocket cloud, they seemed to have simple guidance only, but that wouldn't get us far enough away from the nukes, and the calculations and charge up for the Q-rift engines would take too long. That left us with 45.72% chance of survival, damage would be critical, and crew losses would be high.
Or I could turn in to the barrage, limit our presented size, and close range fast. The new angle of attack would eliminate sensor-coincidence from the equations once we compared our new sensor data with previous fixes, and then we could accurately target the nukes- though it would be from dangerously close range. Most of the rockets would miss completely, the bow CIWS would shield against only those rockets that would hit the bow, and the stern CIWS would make a long shot, and attempt to destroy the nukes. Probability of survival: 47.13%
I ordered the thrusters to turn the ship hard into the barrage of missiles and put 120% to the reactors, I needed maximum speed.
"Evasive maneuvering!" the commander issued his first ordered. It had been .6343 seconds already, I was running out of time.
I couldn't have the crew take control and change our heading- then we would likely be destroyed.
I quickly locked out the Nav console and helm and continued our course straight in to the missile cloud, and closing on the fleeing ship.
Our ship's speed jumped as the 120% on the reactor kicked in, and we surged forward, and turned into the barrage as the thrusters finally complied.
As we changed position our new sensor data eliminated co-incidence, and ruled out 85% of the potential targets that might have been nukes, and I managed to handshake with the CIWS Auto system and ordered the computer to apply the new targeting protocols and equations. The CIWS started firing as we closed on the barrage. Energy readings from the enemy vessel showed he was charging capacitors up in preparation to jump away. His vessel type had an older and far less safe and acurate, but quicker charging Q-drives, he might jump before we could stop him.
Missiles started to explode in front of us as the pinpoint lasers started to eat through the rockets. The aft CIWS started targeting the missiles most likely to have one of the warheads.
"Brace for impact!" I shouted again ship wide.
Thundering explosions started all around, and the ship shuttered from the concussions. We were right in the thick of it, and the commander looked at me furiously as he realized I had countermanded his order. I didn't have time for that now though, one warhead confirmed destroyed, two to go- wait another down I think... one more.... there! The lasers were slicing through the missiles and blowing them to dust, and all three nuclear warheads were destroyed. We lived!
But the enemy ship jumped just as we cleared the rocket cloud. I started a long range scan and released the Nav controls, throttled down the reactors, and started a prioritization of damage control.
"Master-"
"What was that?" he cut me off angrily.
"Master, there was no time to ask, I-"
"Not now." he shouted, holding his hand up to cut me off in anger as he moved onto the more important tasks- I would probably get it later.
"Target is gone sir." the Wave operator announced.
"Do we know where he jumped to?" the commander asked.
"Master- I detected readings that suggest a short range jump. Possible locations of the end point within his range are displayed now."
Yellow dots lit up the center holo-display as possible locations. The commander peered at them and indicated one behind a large asteroid.
"Here. Put us to full combat alert and power up all weapons systems, shoot to kill."
"Yes commander." the Executive officer said as he entered the bridge and set us to status red.
The Q-rift engine was already powered up, and we jumped instantly to the possible location of the suspect ship. Luckily, we dropped in not far off its port bow, and he was trying to charge capacitors for a long range jump- but that would take too long- and he was still reloading, and could only fire auxiliary weapons.
"Lock!" the weapons targeting officer shouted.
"Main cannon, Dorsal, First salvo, Fire." the commander said quickly and loudly, but relatively calmly with only a slight hint of excitement in his expression.
Our ship was equipped with six main turrets, three turrets on the dorsal, three on the ventral. Each mounting twin high-power rail guns- and each turret's cannon are divided into two 'salvos', allowing for sustained fire in heavy combat situations. The projectiles they fire are high speed, explosive filled, guided munitions. One would easily destroy that ship ten times over, three was over kill.
The ship resonated as our cannon discharged. The three rounds hit center mass and the explosives tore it to dust and shrapnel.
"Target destroyed!" the wave operator confirmed, and cheer went up around the ship.
"Jason, return us to course, and file the report with fleet command. Once that is done I would like to see you in my quarters. Personally." the commander said softly- when he spoke softly that meant trouble.
"XO, you have the bridge." He said curtly as he turned and left.
-The Commander's Quarters-
-Commander-
One of the reasons I was in command, was I had always shown a lust for combat- literally. I pressed when others backed off; I took initiative and brought the fight to the enemies- that can mean a lot in combat. The years of experience had honed my instincts in combat, I knew what the enemy was doing, and where they were going, and what they were thinking. I knew.
Combat still got me hard every time, and even more so now- Jason had performed flawlessly, and I was impressed. He had no combat experience, and he performed perfectly. I wasn't really mad at him, but it won't hurt him if he doesn't know that yet.
He took initiative, and did what had to be done, and that turned me on. Males that know how to fight...well let us say I thought he was a handsome boy before, and I was attracted- But now-now I had to have him! I had to make him mine and to have him understand my power over him. My pants could hardly hold back my desire for him- that incident had gotten me in the mood for my favorite types of sex...
-Jason-
When I arrived, the door slid open silently and closed behind me with an obvious click as it locked. Tetrious was sitting at his desk quietly working on something.
"Reporting as ordered master." I said with a slight bow.
After a moment of tense silence, he spoke calmly.
"You acted without orders, and even against them, and placed us all in jeopardy." he said sternly without even looking up as he continued to work. After a short pause he continued.
"However you showed intelligence and initiative that saved the ship and crew." he stopped and looked up, facing me.
"So you are to be both punished and rewarded." commander Tetrious said with a slight grin.
I had a good idea of what he meant, but I was scared to find out what exactly his 'punishment' and 'reward' would be.
"First- your punishment." he said as he stood from behind his desk and ordered me to follow him out of his office and into his private chambers.
Despite the ominous and impending punishment I was quite curious about his quarters, I had never been inside before, and one could usually tell a bit about a person by where they live and their decor.
His private area had its own small bath room, a small bed chamber, and a small open reading room that joined all of them. All of them were minimally decorated, and the center room had a large round ornate finely woven rug in the center, a large upholstered wooden arm chair and an in-wall glass alcohol cabinet. He curtly ordered me to kneel on the rug as he moved two round steel posts mounted in tracks on the floor and ceiling, sliding them to the center flanking me as I knelt in the center of the rug. I wasn't too sure what they were at first, but I realized exactly what they were when I saw the synthetic straps and cuffs hanging from the posts. He stopped in front of me and ordered me to undress him, his snout curled into a pleased grin.
I cautiously reached up and removed his pouched shorts, sliding them down to his hooves. Then I unbuttoned his dress gray uniform jacket- I had never touched it before and now that I was I could feel the fineness of the cloth, and the quality of the silver and black braid that adorned the garment. His well-shaped belly pressed out of the dress shirt when I unfastened the final buttons, the slight gut of the older bull pressed out, and I found myself wanting to feel the thick, fluffy, black-pelt's trail. His slight gut didn't make him look fat or even out of shape, only experienced and quite handsome. As he shucked the uniform jacket, his fine physique became quite apparent and there could be no mistaking him for out of shape.
"Good boy. Now stand." he said with a satisfied but lustful look as he stepped out from the pants.
The tip of his tail peeked out from one side then the other as it swished back and forth excitedly, slightly flourishing at the end of each swing. As I stood, he grabbed my wrist and attached it to one of the adjustable synthetic straps on the posts- first one, then the other. The straps were attached to some sort of unseen adjustment, and he raised those high over head, and then he quickly fastened my ankles in a similar manner, leaving me naked and spread-eagle. Then he brought out a padded curved bar that attached between the two posts, with the curve pressing between my loins and belly forcing my rear outwards. If such a position wasn't humiliating enough he put a padded bar over my back, pressing me down, almost bent over the lower bar.
Then he dimmed the outer lights some, leaving one bright light shining on me from above, his prize. He retrieved a small flat, hand carved, wooden paddle from a cabinet unseen and walked around me, tapping his open palm with the implement.
"Jason, you've been a bad, bad, boy." he said his deep voice resonating in the room. He made a full circle of me in silence.
"Who is your master?" he said with a grin, a grin that said he knew how hard it was for me to say that.
"You are my master."I said humiliated.
"And who has been a bad boy?" he asked, very much enjoying this.
"I've been a bad boy master." I said with my head hanging low, I knew what he wanted, what he wanted to hear, and I knew that it would be worse for me if I tried not giving it to him.
"That's right. Do you know what you did wrong?"
"I didn't obey you master."
"No- no, you didn't, did you?" he said he said slowly. "And that is a punishable offence."
He paced in silence once more, taking in the sight that he enjoyed so much.
"I think fifteen will teach you a lesson." he said striking his hand with the paddle for emphasis.
"What do you think?" he asked as he stopped in front of me, his fully erect boner stretching the sheath and pulsing in anticipation.
"Yes master." I said
"Good." he said as he moved around and into position behind my exposed rear. "It's ok if you cry-out loudly, and remember: I'm doing this because I love you Jason." he said with a caress of the target.
Smack! The paddle landed with great force, and it hurt like hell!
"Gahhh!" I cried out loudly despite my determination not to.
It hurt bad- worse than I thought it would. He waited until I stopped wincing and my breath calmed before he landed the next one.
"Gggnahhh!" I cried out loudly again, fifteen sounded like a lot more now than it did before he hit me.
He delivered each blow a few seconds after I recovered from the first, and after fifteen my ass was red and sore as could be. He put the paddle away and stood in front of me, his cock soaked in precum and straining hard as ever.
"Your punishment is complete Jason, and your disobedience will be stricken from the record. Now what do you say?" he said very seriously.
"...thank you master...." I whimpered quietly.
"You're welcome Jason." he said with satisfaction. "Now it's time for your reward. You were a good boy too..." he slowly moved behind me and caressed my red butt.
"I think I can make this feel better for you." he said as his hand slowly moved over the synthetic skin that felt so very sore to me. I felt him grab it and push hard into the buttocks, pressing the artificial flesh and servo muscles, sending both pain and pleasure through as he massaged the sore part strongly.
I cried out- it felt good but hurt too- not unlike when someone rubs a sore or cramped muscle.
"I think my loins would be better at massaging this, and perhaps a deeper massage would help too." he said with a grin as he squeezed my ass with both hands.
Lining up his dripping cock, he pressed in, causing me to cry out and pull on the restraints as he sought maximum depth ever so slowly.
"Shhh... it's ok.... "He whispered in my ear as he reached full depth.
"I'm in now, that was the worst of it." he cooed in quietly to reassure me.
This hurt worse than all fifteen paddle strikes! I never took anything so large before, the anal probe had nothing on this! And my virgin hole (or so I felt it had been) was stretched to capacity -and then some- to take all twenty something inches of bull. The android's insides were mostly a big ribbed tube, so it could easily accommodate- my insides however were being pushed far by the nanite filled anal probe. It obviously wasn't simulating a full twenty-some-odd inches of bull, but it felt like it, and gods it hurt! The pressure of Tetrious's loins against my red ass hurt some too, but the soft black fluff of his pelt caressing it felt... nice, like soft black velour gently brushing my sore butt.
"That's such a good boy." Tetrious said softly as he pet and caressed me. "Good boy..."
He slowly began to thrust, holding me close to his massive body, and taking my virginity with steady virile pushes. Every thrust was a bit harder, a bit more forceful, a little less restrained. Soon he was taking me like a raging animal, grunting and growling as he roughly made me his. I gasped and shouted with every push of his powerful muscles, with his every bestial growl.
He gripped my body firmly with one forearm under my right shoulder and up across my chest with his hand finding my neck, and his other arm reached down and found my belly and loins, fingers touching my balls, and carefully avoiding anything other than incidental touch of my cock.
"What a good boy... what a good pet." The master cooed in a deep rumble as he felt me up.
I had long since stopped disliking his reward- I was pushed so hard by him, and the pleasure that I was getting from being taken the first time- it welled up in me and pushed aside all other thoughts. I wildly pushed my rear on to him as much as I could; I started to scream for him to take me harder. I tried to beg him to fuck me in a way I had never been before, I wanted it hard and rough- I wanted him to fuck me hard!
He seemed to comply, using me to the fullest for his pleasure. I felt a powerful sensation building inside, growing by the thrust.
"No...not yet!" he shouted between thrusts and grunts.
I could feel myself being close, so close!
"Master !... Please!... Master!" I shouted between gasps. I wanted release so bad!
The bull responded to my cries, and fucked me harder, taking himself to the same level with a furious increase of pace, he shifted- leaning back and grasping my ass firmly with both hands. He roared as he rammed home a dozen times with all his might, his massive bullhood firing a geyser of bull seed into me. The sensation was overpowering, as the hot seed filled me, I passed the point of no return and came too, finding myself in shock and gasping to return my breath.
I hung from the straps and bars limply my synthetic seed dripping to the ground and Tetrious slumped forward onto me, his snout nuzzling my ear and neck, he licked me lightly a few times too.
"What a good boy." he said quietly with a warm ragged breath across my ear.
He rested with me, his large chest expanding a contracting, I just hung there feeling him breathing as he caught his breath after the strenuous sex.
"I love you Jason." he whispered softly.
He pulled his cock from me and his seed started to drip from me slowly. He quietly removed the cuffs from my hands and feet, and pushed the bars and apparatus out of the way, off to the side. I dropped to the ground, my body felt powerless and limp after the potent fucking; His firmness had been all the support in my body and now it was gone. I got to my knees slowly on the rug as the glow started to wear off, and I started to realize just what had happened.
Tetrious- still nude- sauntered over to alcohol cabinet and poured himself some drink.
"Good boys get rewarded. Bad boys get punished." he said before tossing back the glass of gold liquid and then regaining the expression that I knew as the commander's poker-face, and the persona that we all knew as the Commander: stern, powerful, and at ease.
Now he was 'the Commander' again- serious and all business.
"Your on duty as of five minutes ago, you need to get to the bridge now- Dismissed." he said coolly without even looking in my direction as he poured another half glass and sipped it thoughtfully.
I looked at his fine shape, his bare rear and slowly swishing tail. I wanted to be in his grasp so badly right now.
"Yes master." I murmured downcast. I shakily stood and started to the door. I was a mess, so I started to see if the computer could compensate and remove any signs of what had just happened... like my now bright red ass.
It was almost like he knew what I was thinking.
"And I expect you to show the various signs of your punishments and rewards for the rest of your shift." the Commander said emotionlessly before going into the other room and the door closed silently behind him. I'm sure he had a smirk when he said that, though I will never know for sure.
As I left his quarters even my walk showed it, my gait was a bit off from the breeding I had received, my ass was red from the spanking, I smelled like the commander's musk; like his sex, and bull seed dripped down my leg. I awkwardly stepped into the corridor and already I got stares as I headed to the bridge.
-Commander-
As I stepped into the bedchamber and the door closed, I had a tinge of regret, a pain in my heart as I dismissed the poor boy. He probably hated me for it, he would think my words were just pillow talk. Logically that was a good thing, but still I wanted him closer, I wanted to tell him more about my feelings and desires for him- I wanted him to be my pet.
My seed and musk could be the first steps of marking my ownership...
I sighed as I headed to the bathroom- one day perhaps.
-Later-
-Jason-
The Lieutenant caught up with me as I was heading to my quarters, and stopped me as I reached the door.
"Jason, are you well?" the Lieutenant asked uncertainly as he placed a hand on my shoulder.
"I... yah." I was still a bit dazed.
"I wanted to check on you, I know that combat makes the commander... excited. I was unsure if he would treat you properly." the bull said with an edge of concern.
"He....I..." I wasn't sure what I should say.
The stupid computer offered ideas, but I didn't want them. If the damn thing was next to me right now I'd probably kick the stupid tin can. Right now I was really upset, but I wasn't sure why. I just felt a swell of emotions rising from within. I enjoyed the commander... what he did. I told myself I didn't but I did. And then the Lieutenant...
Looking at the lieutenant I had feeling, an epiphany, an understanding. I felt my eyes getting moist and red.
I wanted the Lieutenant to be the first. I liked him more than just a friend, and I wanted him to be my first.
I guess until now there had been a part of me that I didn't acknowledge, a part of me that knew I was... I wasn't sure I could say it... Knew I was homosexual. A part of me that wanted what was between me and the Lieutenant to be something special, something romantic, something sexual. I had fantasies about him and I... I just banished them and pretended they didn't exist. Now I wished I had heeded them, I had pursued them.
"Lieutenant... I'm... I'm sorry." I said breaking down in tears, I should have been ashamed of crying like that, but I couldn't be right now.
The big bull consoled me, and hugged me quickly, holding me to his chest.
"What's the matter, what are you talking about?" he asked in concern.
"I wanted my first time to be with you..." but that was something that couldn't change now.
"Jason... I ...I don't know what to say..." the Lieutenant said surprised, even himself flooded with emotion.
"I can't now, that's gone..." I mumbled between sobs. With the Lieutenant holding me as he was, I felt for whatever reason that it was ok to let go the tears I had been holding back, and I cried in his grasp.
"It's ok. It's going to be ok." he said softly.
The rest of the patrol was uneventful, and I was glad for it, I was in a funk after as I realized my homosexuality, my passions for the Lieutenant -and even some lust for the Commander- that one I didn't yet understand. It wasn't easy overcoming the definition that I now realized applied to me. To admit to myself what I liked- to even let myself think thoughts about males was not an easy thing. But by the end of the patrol I was already experimenting with my openness- little things like complementing the Lieutenant on how he looked in his uniform, or the strength of his arms- I always thought he looked good, but before I wasn't ... well, gay- so I kept it to myself- straight guys usually think the same things, they just don't say or acknowledge them.
I started to understand the looks crew members gave me, and stopped interpreting them as hostile and degrading or humiliating, and more as them showing appreciation and friendliness. My entire world was on its head now, and the new perspective was enlightening. A lot of things made sense, like why such a no- nonsense people like the Tau didn't have females around on patrols, or the meanings of so many behaviors between certain crew members. It was like before it just wasn't clicking. I just didn't even consider that a bunch of homosexually-inclined males might be having sex with each other. Or that they didn't need- or probably even want- females around.
Ok, so I have to admit the computer helped me figure out a lot of things, like small subtle gestures from some crew members or expressions that were hard enough to understand without being confused about my sexuality. I realized a lot of crewmembers were... 'Together'? They seemed to have no formal relations, just very close friendships and unspoken bonds. How I had spent the last six months totally oblivious to it all was almost beyond me. The computer showed that my over-all neural activity had avoided those areas completely. I literally didn't think about it.
-At the end of the patrol-
"Jason, it's that time." the lieutenant said as he entered my room with a medical technician.
"Hang on sir, let me finish the post reactor shut down check list." I said as I continued to ensure all the tasks were done. We had set down on Hub-thirteen, and were going to have the ship re-supplied for our next patrol, and get a short vacation to boot.
"Hurry up then, we have a lot to get done too. Your tube needs sterilization and the nanites need replacement."
"Ok sir, I'm done sir." I said as my android body locked itself into its cabinet for self cleaning mode.
"Let's get you out of there." he said as the computer link shut down. My mind was abuzz with echoes of the data that no longer flowed through my mind. Everything seemed so dull, so slow. The tube slowly lowered, and the blue liquid drained, depositing me on the sliding table inside the tube. The seal cracked and cold air rushed in chilling me as the tube slowly opened. I shivered some and my eyes blinked painfully adjusting to the air. I was really glad to see the Lieutenant and the med tech holding out a blanket. They started to remove the catheter and anal probe first, and then made sure I was ready to start breathing once the oral and air tubes were removed. A fuzzy-blue blanket was ready to wrap me and keep me warm like one might a new born. I felt like one- cold, confused, weak and dependant. I closed my eyes as the Lieutenant lifted me from the table...
... and I awoke in a most comfortable bed, and when my sore eyes finally fluttered open my hazy view showed me a soft white field. I felt relaxed and the steady heart beat was calming. It wasn't for a few minutes before my foggy mind thought to look more carefully, and I realized I was lying on the Lieutenant's chest, not a sickbay bed. I tried to shift and look around, but I couldn't really. From my limited view of the wall, I could tell I was in the sick bay. The lack of sensory input was frustrating on so many levels . On the other hand though, I was kind of tired, and much like waking up in a warm bed on a cold day, you don't really want to wake up or move. I lay quietly for a moment longer until my 'bed' stirred.
"Good afternoon." the Lieutenant said softly, I felt the words on the pillow that was his chest.
After working my jaw a few times I found it most sore and not very willing to cooperate.
"It's ok. I'm sure you ache all over- that was the longest you've been in yet." he said as he shifted and sat up, carefully holding me so that I wouldn't fall of the bed.
He was right, I could hardly move- or even talk, I suppose six months of de-animation will do that.
"I thought I would help keep you warm until you came to." The lieutenant said as he slid out from under me, leaving me laying face down on the warm spot where he had lain.
The cold air felt like ice on my now very soft and sensitive skin- being in the tube was like soaking in warm lotion for months on end. I tried to complain when the Lieutenant pulled the soft blanket back, exposing my back and rear to the cold air.
"I have been studying human anatomy, and I think I can help you with the soreness." he said as his huge hands grasped the each side of my neck.
The powerful fingers knew every muscle, and how to sooth each one's aches. He started with my neck, then reached forward to my jaw, then worked his way down my spine. I lay there a melted puddle of human in his most capable hands, he got down my lower back then skipped to my feet, and started his way back up.
"You have very handsome legs." he mused aloud as he worked.
"Thank you." I said hoarsely, my first successful words of the day.
He pressed deeply with his thumbs, on each cheek of my butt, deeply massaging the muscles and joints.
"And you have a fine ass boy." he said with a grin.
I wasn't sure if he was joking or serious.
"And you know, that while you were resting I realized something about what you said earlier- about wanting me to be your first." he said casually as he worked his way back up my spine.
As soon as he said the words I regretted my moment of weakness so many weeks ago.
"And what you need to remember is that what you did with the Commander, well that was your android body. That was just a simulation." he was quiet for a moment as he let the meaning of his words sink in.
"This however-" he said as his hands reached my ass once more "-is the real deal."
Just then I realized he was right...In a sense I was still a virgin, and the fantasy of that virginity being taken from me by the Lieutenant- the fantasy I often denied and pushed to the back of my mind unless I was terribly horny- was still possible, and even now very likely.
"I want you Jason- I want you bad, I want to be your first." he said with passion and lust as his hands squeezed my ass, and he unleashed his hands, touching me as he always really wanted to, feeling all of my soft skin.
"I locked the door, all you have to do is say yes..." He whispered as he leaned close.
"...Yes..." I whispered reluctantly. Was this the right thing to do?
I wanted this but I was a little scared of it too. He kissed me on the back of my head, and moved back from me, folding the blanket up in a particular fashion, and then he lifted my loins up from the bed and placed it under me, placing my hardening penis in a small inward fold of the soft fuzzy cloth.
Moving around the front head of the bed his hard on came in to my view; he opened my mouth wide with his hand on the side of my jaw and pushed in as deep as he could. I did fairly well, as the breathing and feeding tubes had done fairly well in getting me use to such a large thing in me. His huge cock tasted wonderful to me, and the drops of precum that made their way out were like sweet nectar for me to drink.
"Yah, that's good...get it wet..." he growled lustily.
I complied, licking and sucking his mighty cock, if he was going to do what I thought he was then I would need it.
"Ohh... Yahhhh......that's enough... I have other plans for us." he moaned as he reluctantly took his bullhood away from my now eager tongue.
"I'm going to... how you humans say?... 'Claim your cherry'." he said with a chuckle as he moved around behind me.
As he mounted the foot of the bed kneeling over me, he placed those large hands of his on my back, the base of his palms meeting over my spine with his finger tips grasping my shoulders, and his thumbs trailing along my spine as he slid them down my back sensually until they grasped my ass and his thumbs curled inward, grasping the cheeks and pulling them apart exposing his target.
"Yahhh...'" the bull rumbled as he sighted the tender spot.
I hadn't expected him to press in his hot tongue in with a twisting motion.
I cried out in delight, I hadn't known such a thing could feel so good. When he relented I was panting and wet, ready for his strike. I never got my wits about me before he struck, his mighty and wet bull part pressing fiercely against my hole. He thrust in mightily and taught me just how big his penis was. He mounted me and grabbed my wrists holding them to the bed as he pushed in with a low roar, conquering what he had wanted so long.
"Jason!" he cried out as he thrust with quick stabs his loins and balls slapping my rear.
"Lieutenant .... Fuck...! Yah!" I moaned between gasps as he pounded my ass.
His immense and veined shaft stretched and pressed against parts of my body I never felt before. He thrust upon me and I cried out over and over; again and again- he made me his play toy and I loved it. It felt so good that it hurt. His every thrust like a hammer blow to my ass pushing me forward, and every withdraw pulling me back, causing my hard cock to rub delightfully in the fold of the blanket bringing me closer and closer to the desired release. I knew when he found the point of no return, as his hands found my shoulders and forced me on to his cock as he rammed my ass as hard and as fast as he could for those precious few seconds, then he roared potently as he fired his load deep inside me. I felt hot bull seed filling my insides, and the feeling was like none other. I cried out as I joined him in release, then we both slumped limply on the bed, his heaving chest was all I felt and heard. He made a deep guttural lowing signaling his pleasure as he lay still in me. My ass was just one wet hot sensation as we rested there for some time in silence before finding sleep.
-Three weeks later-
I was relaxing in the ship's lounge when the Lieutenant and an orderly came into the room and approached me.
"It's time Jason." the Lieutenant said.
I was finally getting use to being out of the tube and now was going right back in. Part of me was sad to go back in, I wanted some more time out in the real world. But the panoptic was such a strong temptation, a craving for the power never left. The sensation of flying through space in a sleek and powerful body of a hunter- the predator that was the ship- it truly was the most amazing thing.
I stood with a sigh -in or out- either way I would be wanting for the other.
Off duty crewmembers passing in the hall stopped and followed us in down the hall and came to see me once more before I was plugged in.
"It's that time already?" said one warrior with a light slap on my back as we sat down in the locker room.
"Yes sir. It feels like I just got out!" I said as I started to slide out of my clothes.
"Well I for one am glad to have you back!" said another warrior as he dressed in his uniform.
I looked over and saw it was Warrior and Technician Grafzall, he was a handsome older bull with a faded light gray pelt, a slight belly of an older male, and a rugged strength of someone who turns a heavy wrench- He worked in the engine room as a master technician.
I watched him subtly from the corner of my eye as he pulled up his shorts over his tight tan bulge.
"Yes, that's because he likes to think Jason is watching him when he jerks in the engine room!" another warrior in the back of the room shouted.
A roar of deep laughter went up from the crew, and Grafzall just snorted- but even I smirked at the thought.
"Yes, but it's not like you don't think the same thing every night when you breed- I think we all heard you calling Jason's name." Grafzall grinned as he stood.
Some of the bulls laughed, some Ooooo'ed, but whoever was in the back of the locker room apparently had no good come back, so Graf just buttoned his fly and prepared to leave as the Lieutenant finished adjusting my harness. I stepped into the hall following close behind the lieutenant who led the way. Graf stepped out of the locker room and followed next to me. I looked over at him and he looked down to me as we walked down the corridor - he was no doubt headed to the crew briefing taking place on the observation deck.
"Do you guys really, uh... think about me so much?" I asked a bit shyly.
"No one spoke falsely back there." he said with a grin. "-I'll see you later." he said before turning off through the hatch to the observation deck.
We continued to the medical lab where an exam table was already prepared and a try with all the interfaces was ready.
"Let's rinse you off." the orderly said as he set me into the shallow shower pan, and washed me he seemed to enjoy washing every part of my body as thoroughly as could be, he was very careful to clean my rear especially well, causing me to gasp from the extra and unexpected attention. He helped me out of the shower pan once done and dried me off well, then as he stood he gave me a hard slap on the ass.
"There you go, clean and pristine." he said with a smirk.
I guess everyone wanted in on the good-natured fun.
After washing in the sanitizing shower, the Lieutenant helped me up onto the step.
"Ok buddy, turn around and bend over the table." he said as he pulled on rubber gloves.
I gulped nervously as I followed his instructions- This still made me shaky every time.
I felt his huge finger covered in gel-lube press in, and I expected that, but then he pulled over a tray with some different implements on it. I felt uncertain and glanced back at him- this wasn't the familiar procedure.
"Don't worry, I need to do a closer examination now that you've been sexually active." he said as he patted me with his hand on my lower back reassuringly. He grabbed a spreader from the tray and placed the cold metal on my opening and slowly opened it wider as he removed his finger and slid in a lube-slicked coiled probe, and I felt it worm around inside some- the sensation was excruciatingly pleasurable when it searched out my prostate.
"Well the nanite map is complete, and it looks like you can probably take the full-size probe now." the Lieutenant said as he examined a holo-display.
"Full size-?" I asked uncertainly.
"Yes up to now you have been using the training probe." he pointed to the old probe sitting on the tray. "But now it looks like you are ready for the full size." He pointed to a new probe, that was... well it was full size, that was for sure! It was huge, as big as a bull really.
"But first a little stretching would be best." he said removing his white medical apron, revealing his nudity underneath, it was becoming clear that he had planned for this...
"And I can think of one very good way to perform that procedure." he said with a sly grin.
He slid one hand down my right side following my curves as he stepped up behind me. In the cool room I could feel the warmth from his penis radiating on my ass as he readied to 'perform the procedure'. I smirked at his interesting sense of humor- but my grin didn't last long as he thrust his hot hard cock into me, I cried out in pain and pleasure as the bull stretched me. With rapid thrusts he banged me, bent over the exam table, with the orderly watching quite interestedly. He made it quick and satisfied himself quickly, releasing his geyser of seed in me.
"And that's... the new lube... for this procedure...from now on..." he said as he caught his breath while slumped over me and leaning on the table.
While I may have not been satisfied, my ass couldn't take any more, it was hot red and sensitive to the slight movements of him as he pulled out.
Smack! He slapped my ass hard and unexpectedly before pulling on a pair of surgical gloves.
"Are you just going to play with me or are we going to do this?" I asked with frustration, starting to wonder if he was just messing with me.
My answer came swiftly as he quickly thrust the full size probe in.
"Done." he said curtly, as I felt an agonizing sensation inside that reminded me to never take that tone of voice with a Tau again.
It wasn't long before I was plugged in and integrated with the ship- I always loved the return to power, the thrill of control and knowledge. In addition, my comfort level with the crew was a lot higher now that I accepted myself for who and what I was, and I was quickly learning the finesse of the ship, its sub-systems, and computers. I really got the hang of things it seemed. I knew what to do, and when to do it- and the ship, crew, and I were really becoming one well-oiled machine. However, time flies when you're having fun, and the weeks sped by like days, and even hours.
-One month into the patrol-
"Commander! Contact- Freighter, it's flagged for seizure sir." the wave operator called out loudly.
"Set us to combat alert, ready teams to board him." the Commander said and flashed a small grin.
"Nav- move us up close and personal, Wave- acquire weapons lock!" the Commander gave orders. I could already see his tight and short pants tightening more.
I would probably get it after this was over- I'm sure the commander would like to board me I thought with a grin.