Deep Space
My first story...enjoy
It is the year 2153. The human race has expanded their reach into the stars and has colonized numerous systems surrounding Sol. Nearly a year ago on a routine exploration mission, an Earth cruised encountered an alien race. The encounter was disastrous and resulted in a war that is still raging till this day. This is the story of Hank, a Human Starforce pilot, and his trails and tribulations.
'Watch out Hank you have a bogy on your tail!' the voice of Andrew come crackling over the com-net.
Hank banks his Starblazer hard to the left followed by numerous rolls in an attempt to shake the alien craft on this tail.
Darn this one is good. I cannot shake him
Green plasma explosions erupt next to his cockpit as the alien ship fires on Hank's Starblazer.
That was to close for comfort. I better get shake this guy quickly before he fries my ass. There, the asteroid field, it's my only chance.
Hank kicks in his Starblazer's afterburners and shoots of toward the asteroid ring that surrounds the forest planets of Gehana, the remains of sole moon that once orbited the planet. The alien continues the pursuit and again fire a couple of plasma bursts at his fighter. Recklessly Hank steers his fighter craft though the asteroid field in the hopes of losing his pursuer.
'A guidance lock has been acquired.' a monotone voice echoes in his ears as the warning light flashes on his control panel.
Shit!
Time slows down for Hank and each second feels like an eternity as he steers his craft closer to asteroids in an attempt to break the lock. He risks a quick glance backwards to see how close the enemy is to him, just in time to see the alien craft launch a torpedo at his fighter. Frantically he pulls up hard on the controls and punches the decoy release button. In his reckless haste he manages to evade the torpedo but scrapes his Starblazer against a small asteroid.
Again the monotone voice booms in his ears 'Warning, hull breach, hull integrity decreasing.'
Fuck! This is not my fucking day! I'm not going out like this, must try to make a crash landing on the planet.'
'Computer, launch a distress beacon and transfer all remaining power to the shields. This is going to be a bumpy ride, let's hope this alien does not decide to follow me down.'
Hanks steers his fighter strait towards the nearby planets hoping that he smoke from his damages ship will provide enough cover to prevent the alien from getting a clear shot at him. Moment later his craft starts to shake as it enters the planet's atmosphere.
Vaguely Hank hears the computerized voice, 'Hull integrity down to 75%.'
Have to pull up a bit or I will burn up in the atmosphere.
'Hull integrity down to 65%.' The voice states moments later. 'I know, I know, just shat-up you stupid computer.'
I'm not going make it. My only chance will be to eject at high altitude. It's risky but my last chance.
'Hull integrity now at 45%.'
Hold just a couple more seconds baby, just a couple more.
Hank switches off the computer voice function and watches the integrity counter decrease steadily. At the last possible moment he punches the ejection button and is shot into the sky. He watches as the fighter continues it's plummet towards the planet and then explodes in a ball of fiery death.
Hank watches as the ground approach at a high speed and waits till a safe height before releasing the parachute, and continue a slow decent into the shadowy depth of the forests. The chute rips and tears as Hanks falls through the upper foliage and then his fall comes to a sudden stop with a hard jerk.
Hank takes a moment to gather his senses and then he notices that he is still a good 20 meters from the ground.
A shit man, this really isn't my day.
He struggles for a moment with the buckles that keeps him locked in the chair before dropping to the ground with a load thud. Moaning and groaning he stands up and looks around for a safe place to hideout while he waits fore a rescue team to come.
Whiles he is walking through the forest searching he hears a load whining sound of a ships engines coming to land.
A rescue ship already? These guys must be really used to this kind of stuff by now I guess. Hank thinks as he runs through the undergrowth trying to get a view of the ship that's landing. He spots a clearing off to the side and heads towards it thinking that he would be able to get a perfect view from that point. Hank runs to the center of the clearing and watches as the alien's ships sets down nearby.
Hank grabs his pistol and heads off in the opposite direction. A couple minutes later he heard the alien sounds for his pursuers.
How do they know where I am? They must have seen me run into that clearing when they landed. I must change direction, double back to loose them.
As he runs he can hear them coming close with every step he takes. Quickly he changes direction and tries to double back on the aliens. He hears them talking a short distance off.
Maybe they lost my track. Hank thinks to himself as he crouches in the undergrowth, trying to catch his breath. His heartbeat jumps as he hears something nearby walking through the forest. An alien steps into his field of vision and he holds his breath waiting to see if he would be discovered.
The alien is tall and well built, not wearing much armor. It is mostly human besides for its head, feat and ebony skin. The alien has digitigrade legs and a head not unlike that of a canine. It stops and looks around the sniffs the air. Slowly it turns toward Hank's hiding place and growls softly as it walks towards him.
He is not calling for assistance, this could be my chance to kill him and get away from here.
Hank waits as the alien approaches him and launches himself at it when it's close enough. They go down in a tangle of limbs and the two combatants struggle to get the upper hand on their opponent. Suddenly with blinding speed and agility the alien moves aside which causes Hanks to overextend his attack resulting in him loosing his balance. As Hank falls down pain shoots through his head as the alien hits him at the base of his skull. The acute hearing of the aliens has alerted them to struggle and arrive moment later.
'Captain Vermer, you have terminated the alien, you have proven once again your superiority over your fellows and this savage animal.' One on the creatures says as it walks over to Hanks body.
'Wait it still lives. They are a tough species indeed. Permit me to put it out of its misery captain.' Another says as it pulls a glowing blade.
'No, sheathe your weapon. I claim this one as my slave, as is my right by duel.' Vermer says in a calm and commanding voice.
'I object captain, this species is unlike any other we have encountered, I doubt it will make a satisfactory slave and will try to kill you and the first opportunity.'
'Do you question me Wren?' Vermer says as he slowly turns and walks away. 'Bring him to the ship, we will be returning to the carrier after we have ensured there were no other survivors.'
Hours later Hank awakes to alien surroundings. He has been cleaned and dressed in a foreign outfit. He reaches for his head expecting to find signs of blood from the blow that took him down but he finds none nor any residual pain as would be expected. As he sits up he discovers a strange metallic collar around his neck. Frantically he pulls at it and a painful shock shoots through his body.
'I would not do that if I were you. That is a restraining collar that will prevent you from harming your new master as well as deliver a jolt of energy if you attempt to remove it.' A calm voice informs him from the other side of the room. Hank turns to look at the source of the voice. There sitting with his back to him was one of the aliens. After a couple of seconds he slowly turns his chair to face Hank. 'Good you head my warning and did not try to kill me like most others have tried.' The alien states as he rises and walks over to Hank.
'How have you learnt to speak our language and without any accent?' Hank asks the alien.
'How presumptuous of you.' The alien replies with a soft laugh.
'Then how do I understand you?' Hank asks with a frown.
'Curious creatures aren't we. We have implanted a neural translator into your brain which by the way also acts as a locator should you manage to remove the collar by some means.'
Just then a door to the room opens and a familiar alien enters the room.
'Captain Vermer, your slave is ready and has been instructed not to try to remove the collar. We would not want you property to be damaged' the doctor says with a smile.
'Good. What is your name slave?' Vermer asks Hank.
'My name is Hank.'
'Still there is defiance there in your eyes. I like that and that is why I chose you as my slave. Come we will be home soon. Follow me' And with that Vermer walks out of the room.
'Best you hurry Hank else you might learn the wrath of Captain Vermer.'
Hank gets up off the bed and walks after the captain. He observes his surroundings intensely hoping to find a possible way of escape and to learn as much as possible bout this alien race.
The walk takes the down several corridors and through several turns before the reach a shuttle bay of sorts. There the captain boards a alien vessel and powers it up. As Hank boards the door closes behind him and the craft starts to rise. Hank is amazed and the advance technology of this race as he has a good look around the craft. Smoothly the craft leaves the bay and enters the bleak confines of space. There a foreign site meats Hanks gaze. A world he has never seen before. Huge cities can be seen from space on the lush blue green planet. Several space stations orbit around the world and hundreds of ships of all shapes and sizes go about their business. Slowly the craft turns and the glide past ships and stations heading towards the planet.
'Where are we?' Hank enquires.
'At our home world and your new home several thousand of light years from where you were captured. And from now on you will address me as lord or you will suffer the consequences.' Vermer stated flatly.
The rest of the trip to the planet's surface was very quiet. Hanks sitting behind Vermer weighing the strength and authority of his now master. The craft finally landed on the outskirts of a big city near a complex the size of a small town.
Hank spent the next couple of months learning his duties and the ways of the Seru, the race native to his new home, and learnt that the complex he was staying at was Vermer's family estate. Numerous times during this period Vermer left to attend to his duties as a commanding officer and that of a noble. Vermer treated Hank always fairly and even with kindness at time and Hank found that slowly he lost his hatred for Vermer but still longed to be free.
'Hank, Vermer is landing at pad three. I think you should go and attend to him.' Nereka, a female slave of another races, informed him. Hank made is way to the pad finding himself running at stages, eager to see his master. Hank got to the pad just as Vermer was exiting the landing craft.
'Lord Vermer.' Hanks said with a warm smile as he bowed.
'Greetings Hank. Please see to it that my luggage is taken to my rooms then attend me.' He said as he walked past Hank.
Hank hurried to get other slaves to carry the luggage and stayed with them to ensure nothing happened to it even though he could not wait to get to Vermer.
Finally the luggage was delivered and Hank instructed the other slaves to leave. He found Vermer in his bathroom taking a shower. Vermer turned his head slightly as Hank entered and said softly. 'Come wash me.'
Hank removed his clothing and entered the hot shower. Vermer turned his back on Hank and lent against the wall as Hank took the washing sponge and fragranced soup. Slowly and softly Hank started to wash Vermer's shoulders slowly working his way down his firm back. Then he sat on his haunches and washed his buns, slowly moving down the powerful legs. Vermer turned around when Hank was done waiting for him to finish the task. Hank has been doing this for so long that it did not seem strange to him anymore. He continued to wash Vermer's strong arms and powerful chest, working his way down past the six-pack to the genitals. Hank put the sponge down, soaped his hands and proceeded to wash Vermer's balls, running them gently with his hands and then slowly working his hands up and down Vermer's cock. He found himself lingering on this task and Vermer to noticed this.
Softly Vermer spoke, telling Hank to go down on his knees. Hank obeyed without any questions. Then Vermer instructed him to lick his balls. Slowly Hank started to lick his balls not using his hands. Hank closed his eyes savoring the moment finding himself enjoying it and feeling himself being aroused. He played with the balls with his tongue and then started sucking gently on them one at a time. Vermer moaned softly with pleasure. Now Vermer to found himself aroused. He reached down to Hank's head and moved him away before he took his big erect cock in his hands and slowly placed it in Hank's mouth. Hank closed his mouth around the warm hard cock and started to suck on it. Vermer moaned even loader now and then slowly started to move his cock in and out of Hank's mouth. The excitement builds in Vermer and he starts to fuck Hank's mouth a bit faster and faster. Vermer moans with each thrust feeling his excitement rise with every thrust till finally he can not hold it anymore. Vermer pulls out his cock and the shoots his warm thick sperm all over Hank's face. Hank feels the cock throb with every squirt as the warm sperm shoots over his face. Once Vermer is done shooting his load Hank sucks his cock clean and rinses his face. After a couple of seconds Hank slowly rises, turns off the shower and proceeded to towel off his master.
The following evening Vermer sent for Hank to attend to his needs. When Hank got to his master's suite Vermer was once again in the shower waiting for Hank. This time Hank did not wait for Vermer to instruct him to wash him. Hank removed his clothes and proceeded with what seemed to him like an age old ritual of washing Vermer. This time when Hank was done washing him Vermer told him to stand. By this time both men were aroused. Vermer walked around Hank and stood behind him. Vermer put his arms around Hank for the first time and caressed him. Slowly Vermer's hands found its way to Hank's cock. Vermer took a firm grip of the cock and started to stoke it. Hank quivered with pleasure as he got jerked off.
Vermer pulled away slightly, took his own dick in his other hand and places it by Hanks asshole. Hank moaned loudly as he felt the dick press against his bud. Hank arches his back and pushes down with his ass, forcing the canine cock in. Now Vermer growls softly in Hanks ears and he pushes his dick into Hank. Hank lets out a loud moan as the big cock penetrates deep inside of him. All the time Vermer has not stopped to jerk off Hank. Hank cannot wait anymore and starts to ride Vermer's cock. Vermer reaches with his free arm around Hank and holds him tightly against him growling softly. He holds Hank so tightly that he cannot move. The close ness of Vermer to him, the big hard cock inside him and with Vermer's vigorous strokes and cannot hold back any more, and with a load moan of pleasure he cums, his dick throbbing in Vermer's hands. Vermer does not stop but instead continues stoking Hank's cock faster and faster. Hank feels his legs give way but Vermer's strength holds him up and the Hank cums a second time. He gasps as for air amidst his moans of pleasure. Vermer pulls out his cock and places it between Hank's buns. Still holding Hank tightly he starts to move his cock up and down whilst it is between his buns. Vermer moves faster very quickly and within moment Vermer lets out a roar and Hank feels the warm cum shoot up against his back. Once again when Vermer was done Hank sucked his dick clean and preceded to towel dry his master.
The following evening Hank was expecting to be summoned to his master's suite again but no summons came. Hank went looking for Vermer and learnt that he and his father had gone to the capital on business. The night went by slowly for Hank. All he could think of was the events of the past two nights and had a severe longing to be with Vermer. The days passed very slowly for Hank. He could not focus on his tasks at hand and his mood was very gloomy. This continued for three days till Vermer returned from the capital.
That night Hank was very happy when he was summoned to attend to Vermer's needs. However, when he got to his suite he found that Vermer walking out of the shower drying himself. Hank immediately rushed to dry his master but Vermer would have nothing of it.
'Do you not require me assistance any more my lord?' hank asked sadly.
'Hank I tended my own needs long before you came along and I am still capable of doing so. Do not look so sad Hank, for you see I have come to care for you and therefore will no longer treat you as a slave.' Vermer walked over and removed the restraining collar from around Hank's neck.
'But what does this mean my lord?' Hank enquired, not understanding.
'On the rare occasion slaves of particular value and trustworthiness are elevated to a higher status. The status depends on the master of the slave naturally. I have raised your status with my father's blessings to be my concubine. You see unlike in your culture we have no hang-ups with having sex with a member of the same sex. From now my love you will be treated as a minor member of the family by all the staff.' Vermer said with a smile to Hank as he reached for his hand and pulled him closer.
Vermer stood there for a while smiling at Hanks bewildered expression and before Hank could say anything he leaned forward and gave Hank a long warm kiss which Hank returned. They stood there in each others embrace kissing for several minutes before Vermer picked Hank up and carried him to the big bed. Vermer laid him down gently and proceeded to remove Hank's clothing.
Once he removed all his clothing he to climbed into bed and into Hank's embrace. They kissed and rolled around until finally Vermer cam to rest on his back. Hank moved down and softly started to nibble on Vermer's nipple. Vermer raked his hands through Hanks hair whilst moaning softly. Then Hank licked Vermer's furry chest and moved all the way down to Vermer's dick. He started to lick his balls, sucking a bit on them every now and then. Vermer growled softly with pleasure as Hank moved from sucking Vermer's balls to licking his dick. The he put the warm hard dick in his mouth, sucking it and playing with his dickhead with his tongue. Vermer now quivered with pleasure. He sat up and pulled Hank away gently from his dick after a while. He motioned Hank onto his all fours and then moved in behind him. Vermer took his big hard dick in his hand and slowly pushed it into Hank. Hank gasped for air and the dick penetrated him. Vermer leaned forward bracing himself with one arm and reaching with the other for Hank's dick. Slowly he started to fuck Hank whilst stroking his dick. Hank arched his back and moaned with pleasure then he reached back and fondled Vermer's balls with his one hand. Vermer moaned as his balls were fondled while he fucked Hank. Slowly Vermer increased the speed at which he fucked and stroked Hank. Faster and faster he kept going and the both of the moaned in unison. The Hank's dick throbbed and he shot his load, gasping for air. Vermer stroked the eye of his dick with his thumb while Hanks came. Hanks quivered with pleasure and then he felt Vermer's dick pulsate inside him and he felt the war cum shoot deep into him. Hank squeezed Vermer's balls gently and he growled and he came more. Vermer however did not stop can continued to fuck Hank and within second he came a second time. Once again Hanks squeezed his balls and Vermer roared loudly with pleasure. The two me collapse exhausted on the bed and fell asleep in each other embrace. And the two lived happily ever after and went on to have many adventures.