Grevor was pumping iron in the ship’s gymnasium (one of twelve, actually, for the ship’s coriolis effect did most (but not all) of the job of pumping calcium into his bones, a man had to make up the slack by devoting two hours each day without fail) working his muscles as hard and fast as he could. And when a man flew a fighter like himself, when he returned, the doctors upped his dose of daily sweating to three hours until they were happy with his calcium levels once more.
Grevor didn’t mind that much, as he liked the way his iron-pumping kept his body in top definition, he was able from many of the machines to watch himself in the mirror and he saw how his body’s muscles were lined with glowing reflections of the lights on his sweat, so that he appeared a true god (Grevor would never say that to anyone else, but a man can be vain to himself, can’t he?) moving the planets in their orbits and the stars in their majesty.
The timer, at long, long last, finally dinged and he lowered the weights and sighed in relief. He was slightly sore all over, which was how a man was supposed to feel when he finished working out. He padded, wearing only a pair of brief shorts, over to the floor-level tub of ice which was kept for such as he and he blissfully lowered himself into the bath, to let the frigid crushed ice and water numb his body and minimize the damage of the workout on his stressed muscles. Climbing out, he rubbed his body with the towel to dry himself and feeling the delight of a man who had exercised and reinvigorated by it, he threw the wet towel over his shoulder and strode past the other men exercising. The effect had an uncomfortable homoerotic feel to it, all the well-muscled, young, mostly handsome men jerking rhythmically and grunting much as the would when fucking or being sucked. It gave him an erection, but his shorts hid most of that and nobody was really looking at him that way, anyhow.
It had been three days since he’d decanted the Jeffrey. His bedtime masturbation episodes had again palled, and he pondered the bottles of horny men waiting his pleasure. He had one Jeffrey left and two Orvilles. He could decant the second Jeffrey if he just wanted, but that would be like the child who ate the cream filling of the cookie first and then was left with only the shortbread-like parts to eat.
Okay, then, an Orville. He could use one of them now, hold off four more days and decant the other Orville, then four more and use that last Jeffrey. Three more days after that would be another shipment and presumably more bottled men he could pick and choose from. Maybe they’d include a Virgil or two for him to sample....
The thoughts gave him even more of a boner and he was now attracting some attention from the men he passed in the corridors. None did more than look, but their smirks told him all he needed to know.
He made it back to his own room and closed and locked the door, looked around. A bare ten feet on a side, it was better than the bunkrooms lower ratings had to put up with, so he regarded the Spartan accommodations with affectionate and protective regard. Time for that Orville.
He skinned out of the shorts and stood bare. His sweat had gone into the ice bath, he felt as clean as any man needed to be. Time to open that Orville and see what sex with a lanky, ginger-haired man would be like. Maybe he’d let the Orville fuck him, he hadn’t been poled by any man, live or artificial, in some time, his asshole was beginning to feel neglected. And his prostate positively craved a bit of dick-massage. Maybe he should opt for the second Jeffrey this time after all....
He forced his hand to take the more slender Orville bottle out and set it on the table where he’d played the Jeffrey bottle some days before, flipped the toggle and went back to his bed and sat down to enjoy the show.
Again the spray of magic built a man before him. The framework was laid out and Grevor nodded in approval. Hey, much more muscled than he had expected. Orvilles were supposed to be lean and lanky.
As the body built up, the fiction of a slender ginger-haired man faded. Sometimes a bottle would be mislabeled, it was a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence, but it did happen. Grevor was getting pot-luck here, be ready for anything!
The man formed before him. Bigger than Grevor by half a head, and muscled and toned, the face was large, square, the skin a slightly darker toned that Grevor’s own but lacked the deepness to declare him African or even South Asian or South American in his ancestry. The hair was dark and short-cropped but not to the point of showing the skin beneath. The eyes were black, jet-black, and the smile on its face was firm but not pleasant.
“You’re not an Orville.” Grevor said to the vision.
“I am Septim.” the man told him. “And you belong to me.” The man sported an erection of rather imposing majesty and it was at full attention.
Grevor was glad he’d been pondering playing the passive this time! This “Septim” (he’d never heard the name before) was definitely a stud you decanted when you wanted to be a total bottom. “Okay.” he said as Septim took the two steps to stand before Grevor, rather too close. “So what do you...glmph!”
Septim had reached out one beefy hand and grabbed the back of Grevor’s head and shoved it at his prominent dong. “Suck it!” Septim demanded.
Grevor’s cheek had the huge pud pressed against his cheek and he had to fight the heavy hand to raise his head back and that let him capture the head and he took it into his mouth.
Septim promptly tried to force the entire ten-inch length down Grevor’s mouth and throat to the base! Grevor had some adeptness at sucking cock but this massive length defeated it handily, he gagged, choked, nearly vomited.
“Shut up and suck it!” Septim commanded.
The decanted male surrogate let him pull some of it out, but not spit out the huge organ and Grevor coughed around the huge pole, and when his coughs subsided, Septim shoved the dong right back down, and this time the base was reached, Grevor’s nose was buried in the thick almost wiry thatch of Septim’s pubic hair above his prick, and the pair of ample testicles smeared a strong-smelling raunch of male crotch musk onto his chin. Jesus, the backroom bizzaros who created these beings really went all out on this one! Get into it, Grevor, he told himself, it’s no worse than that time he had gone to a bar backroom and encountered a bit of rough trade that time.
He gagged a time or two after that, but not too badly and Septim didn’t give him any further opportunities to recover. He was forcibly sucking the huge dark-toned hulk and the man was grunting in loud animal sounds that seemed to reverbrate into some dark recess of his psyche. His ancient ancestors must have, on occasion, had engaged in sex like this, being taken by force and the only choice was to endure, better still, to give the aggressive male mounting you such pleasure that he would finish the quicker. And if you got your own pleasure at the same time, so much the better.
So he made himself enjoy this and indeed he did quite a bit. The virtue of a decanted man/surrogate was that it was all optional. He could always end the program of this Septim...if he could get his throat free of this huge pulsing pole of.....
Oh, God, he had such a hard-on. He grabbed it and began to pump on it but when he did, Septim slugged him hard on the head. It hurt, damn it!
“Did I tell you you could play with yourself?” Septim snarled at him.
“Nuh-uh!” Grevor answered around the dong still being pumped in and out of him, if Grevor himself didn’t move, Septim’s hand made him move anyhow, and the huge hulking brute face-fucking him never faltered.
“I’ll tell you when you can come, and it isn’t by spurting your little wimp juice on my feet!” Septim said, “Now get busy and grease me up because I’m going to shove this up your ass in just a moment more!”
With that as the threat, Grevor gulped as best he could and complied. He was about to get this prodigious prick up his butt, he wanted it covered in his saliva about an inch thick! He did his best, but after a dozen or so more strokes, Septim pulled it out and said, “Now get those legs up here. I want to look in your face while I ram the hell out of you!”
Grevor was beyond resistance by now, he shuddered as he contemplated this majestic man-mauler being shoved in his ass. Every passive desire he’d ever had was manifested in this Septim being, he had to get himself another one of these when the next shipment arrived! Or maybe two!
He laid back and his hands pulled his butt-cheeks apart as his legs waved on either side of the thick body that was lowering itself onto its knees to get between them. Those brutish hands snatched his ankles and hauled at him and he was slid down so his ass hung off the bed and the heavy prod was poked at his anus, it missed slightly and Septim snarled, adjusted and slammed at him.
Grevor cried out in pain as the gigantic dong plowed into his ass! Jesus! He was going to have to get checked out by the medics when this was over! It hurt, Jesus, it hurt! “Ow, ow, easier, easier!”
“Shut the fuck up!” Septim again slapped Grevor across his face, this time he must have left a welt on Grevor’s face, it stung like hell!
Septim again caught Grevor’s ankle and hauled at him and then he had the ankles resting on his back and he slammed the cock even deeper into Grevor’s ass. Again, Grevor felt those sweaty balls, now pressing against his ass. Septim kept it buried in him and he grinned down into Grevor’s sweating face. “You like that, cunt? You like my cock buried deep in your pussy?”
“Uhhh, uh, yeah, fuck me!” Grevor grunted. He didn’t like the female terms applied to him, but this was no time to argue even with a surrogate.
“Damned right I am!” Septim said. “Yell and I’ll slug you senseless, you got me?”
“Yes, sir!” Grevor didn’t feel odd about the word until after he’d said it.
Septim’s hands curled under Grevor’s armpits to latch onto the tops of his shoulders from behind, and his huge body was pressed against Grevor’s and his face was right in Grevor’s so tightly that he could smell the raunchy sweat of the man, the breaths Septim was heaving as he began to thrust his cock in and out of Grevor’s ass in long, heavy strokes that maximized the humiliation of being this man’s bottom-bitch, with a smell of alcohol and rage in equal measure.
Grevor gave up and just held tight as he got the roughest, hardest, best fuck he’d ever had! Other men who had mounted him had held back some way or other, afraid to hurt him. Septim just plain didn’t care! He was fucking Grevor and that was all that mattered.
Grevor moaned as he felt the hot pole plunging in and out of him, his intestines roiled as the shaft caused a vacuum in them as he pulled out only to be inflated as the dong pushed back into him, and that was in a speed that few men could equal. Septim wasn’t human in this way, at least, the power and speed and lust was set on high power and there was fury in the assault on his ass as well. Septim was out to demean and degrade Grevor in this fuck, Grevor was less than nothing because his ass was filled with the hard demon-dong, and he clung to Septim as an infant ape clings to its mother’s breast, for the clinging is life and to let go is to fall to the predators below.
His cock didn’t need him to stroke it, now, his prostate was sending plenty of pleasure signals through his body and he was close to coming. But he couldn’t until Septim said he could come. He had to hold back, he had to hold back!
He could and did moan urgently, his entire nature was caught up in the act of servicing this lustful entity that was hammer-fucking him right now, his entire body was being rocked back and forth so that he was nodding as he moaned, oh, God, he needed to come, he needed to come soon, please, let him come soon!
Septim was grunting urgently, too, Grevor listened to that noise with hope, he could come when Septim did, couldn’t he, surely he could come with Septim!
“Uh, uh, uh, I’m coming, now.” Septim grumbled at him. “You can’t come until I’m finished, do you hear me? You wait until I’m done and let go of you, you squirt any of that on me and I’ll fucking kill you, you understand.”
“I...uh...uh...understand!” Grevor gasped.
“Here...it...comes! AH-HAH-AHH-OOHHHHHH!” Septim snarled and all the feral creatures in creation were in that sound, the tiger, the lion, the panther, the bear and the wolf, all of them were in that sound as Septim again shoved his dong into the very hilt and held it in place, his broad body arced with the cock the arrow of his body’s bow, and as he growled, his cock exploded a heavy load into Grevor’s ass that stung and blistered the insides of Grevor’s body and as that spooge landed, Grevor felt his body lose all control!
“No, no, no!” He moaned as his cock threw itself into orgasm and he climaxed, he was unable to stop it, he sprayed the dark-toned body above him with one of the thickest, heaviest ejaculations that had ever jetted out of his cock!
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he moaned as he splashed the outraged Septim and Grevor looked at the face raging above him and saw that there was raw murder in its eyes.
“I said you couldn’t come yet!” Septim screamed at him. “Now you’re going to pay!”
And the heavy hands came to Grevor’s throat and enclosed on him!
Hard! No play-acting about it, this pressure cut off all of Grevor’s air and he was already drained by the climax he’d just concluded, and Grevor looked into Septim’s eyes and he realized that he was going to die.
Nobody enters military service without the knowledge that you may one day stare death in the face and there’s one cardinal rule. No matter what...don’t give up!
Grevor struggled against the heavy man whose body was pinning him down as he fought without air, without leverage, without chance. Septim’s arms didn’t move the least as he pulled and yanked at them with all the strength in his body.
Then they did. Just a little, but the grip lessened enough to let him gasp in some precious, precious air! He struggled again, and again the grip slipped and he was able to exhale and inhale again in a hurry. He fought on, and on.
With a desperate jerk of every muscle in his body, he managed to flip the huge form off from him and that let him get away from the heavy man. He scrambled off the bed onto his feet and they were now facing each other, two naked men, both muscled, both breathing hard, both of them with come dripping off their cocks, ready to fight and fight dirty.
Septim closed in on Grevor and Grevor’s only regret then was that he hadn’t gone out for the advanced classes in hand-to-hand fighting. But hell, he was a fighter pilot, he wasn’t supposed to have to do this. If he got out of this alive, he was asking the chief officer in charge of the gym for personal lessons, toot sweet!
Grevor managed to hold Septim at bay but was slowly losing one advantage after another. One more false move on his part and those hands would again close on his neck, and this time, he would be unable to pry them loose.
A familiar light smell filled his nostrils and Septim turned him loose all at once. Grevor scrambled on one foot and one knee away and Septim stood erect and began to dissolve the same way the Jeffrey had done some days before.
It was over. Septim’s program had finished, the surrogate was turning itself into a small mass of melted plastic and junk, suitable for disposal.
It did that, and then as Grevor watched, there was a new smell and the mass melted more and more. Soon, it had evaporated entirely and left nothing but the bottle which had decanted it as proof it had ever existed.
“What...the...hell?” Grevor said and turned to his communicator. Something was very much wrong here and he had to explain all of this to his watch officer now!
His room was examined by several men while a couple of medics ferreted out the spunk squirted into Grevor’s ass. “Last time I did this, it was a for a rape kit.” one of them commented.
He looked at Grevor. “You get raped?”
“Sort of.” Grevor admitted. “Hell, I thought it was a mistake in bottling. I was playing along with it, and then the mother-fucker tried to kill me. Choked me damned hard!” He felt his throat gingerly, coughed as he remembered it.
“Well, at least you got your rocks off.” the second medic replied. “Must not have been so bad.”
“It had its points.” Grevor admitted. “Until he reached for my throat.”
“You said that already.”
“It bears repeating.” Grevor declared. “And I’m going to keep telling you, that thing tried to kill me!”
“We know.” came a voice from the doorway.
Grevor looked over and only his position, naked and sitting on a sickbed, kept him from going to attention. The two medics did. “Sir?” Grevor said.
Commander Makin came inside. “You say that this was a surrogate that attacked you?”
“Yeah.” Grevor said. “I bought it at the supply shop four days ago. An Orville, or supposed to be.”
“Describe it to me.” Commander Makin said.
Grevor did and when he did, Commander Makin nodded soberly. “It called itself Septim?”
“Yes, sir.”
Commander Makin nodded again. “I was afraid of that. Effective immediately, Lieutenant Grevor, you are on detached duty to my office. When they’re done with you, report to my office on Level Gamma. Your personal effects will be brought to you there.” He paused, then added. “There is much to do.”
And with that, Commander Makin turned and walked away. Grevor didn’t argue, but one thing at least, was clear.
This wasn’t just a case of the bottle being mislabeled. Someone had designed the bottle for the purpose of inserting an assassin into the flying fortress. But in that case, why would they have sent it after him? He wasn’t in any position of authority aboard the ship!
Commander Makin was right. There was much to do. And like it or not, Grevor was going to be a part of doing it!
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