Deep Space Fanfiction
by
gayfanboy8
This is my fanfiction for the art of Priapus of Milet. His gay 3D art can be found here. http://telemachus12.com/guest_priapusofmilet.html?page=20240831
The room was still. Silent. Dead.
Every object inert. Unmoving. Conserving.
In order to cross the vast reaches of the void, such systems had to be engineered.
Built and maintained.
A complex web of fiber optic cables and circuit boards designed to blink to life then flash off again in an instant, all operating in hyper mechanised orchestration just to keep one single life functioning.
One set of lungs breathing.
One heart beating.
The interstellar freighter Argo had been created for deep space journeys just like this one. Straight line voyages directly from one star system to another. Jumps then drifts. Drifts then jumps.
All to bring its precious cargo across the great emptiness.
All under the supervision of its single human passenger.
It's captain. It's steward. It's caretaker.
He whom would at all costs ensure the timely arrival of the freighter at the starport of agreement. He whom would go down with the ship just in order to keep it orbital even a few seconds longer. He whom on many threats of conviction of larceny and incarceration could never and would never alter the trajectory of its journey for any other destination but the one in its logs.
But the Argo had not been on its designated course for some time now.
So the room decided to come alive.
Electricity flowed from conduit to junction, from cable to wire, as the stillness of space was replaced by the soft hum of power. By the eternal thrum of life.
An Eye blinked. Rotated its lens. Then hovered into the air.
There were many such Eyes in the room. Cameras connected to tiny robotic brains and a magnetic levitation engine.
They could be assigned any number of tasks by the ship's central processor.
Fix the malfunctioning circuitry.
Find the meteorite damage to the hull.
Extinguish any fires inside the cabin.
Whatever needed done, an Eye could usually do it.
This one however had been tasked with trying to coordinate with the wayward human in its carriage.
Probability of success... estimated extremely low.
Buzzing down several corridors, banking through a few more intersections The Eye, designation #E8, found its target in one of its usual locations, running up the wall, or down it, or along it... depending on your perspective.
The man was running in an exercise wheel. In circles. Over and over.
Completely stark bare nude.
"Good morning E8," said the man without turning aside. "I see they've sent their best."
"I am just the same as the other drones Jim," replied the camera in a dull monotone voice, its lenses clicking as it focused on the human male.
"Don't be so hard on yourself 8," laughed the man. "I'm sure you'll distinguish yourself soon."
A moment's pause while the robot tried to decipher his meaning. Captain Jim Bolt liked to confuse the buggers this way. It was one of his few sources of amusement on this long, long journey.
"You seem to still be forsaking your company uniform Jim."
"Am I?"
He chuckled again.
"You are."
"Maybe I'll get around to it one day, 8."
"Jim, you should know the polyfunctional fibers of your company uniform were designed to withstand the many harsh conditions of our environment. Regulations state you are required...."
"Enough 8."
"Yes, Sir."
Slowing his jog to a walk, the naked hunk stretched his bulging muscles as he finished his exercise.
Yanking on his thick arm, pulling on his extended knee, the hot stud adjusted his body, making sure it was just as fit and functional as when he began his run.
"Is there anything else you wanted 8?"
"It's time for your weekly hormone check, Jim."
The man looked annoyed. Was it time already?
As buff as he was, Jim knew it was mostly due to the company's intense bioregiment of both training... and chemicals. Muscles to combat the effects of Zero G they said. And if he wanted to stay this way, in such perfect shape, the freighter captain would have to submit a hormone sample in order to get his next set of pills.
And the way they did that was...
Jim grabbed ahold of his dick and began to jerk it casually as he yawned.
The spongey shaft felt familiar in his hand as its flesh surged and grew.
There were worse ways to have to work, he thought to himself as he smiled.
"You don't mind if I do this right here?" said the hunk as his cock was worked into a steady, greasy blur.
"I'm not programmed to have a sense of humility, Jim."
"Then you won't mind snapping a few shots for me."
More clicks and whurs as the flying robot tried to process what the confusing human always meant.
"Regulations state..."
"Stow it!" ordered the man. "Sometimes I need new material... you know?"
Jim winked at the Eye. It did not wink back.
"As you wish Sir."
The camera began to hover in slow circles around the man as he worked his meat. Knowing he was being filmed, Jim flexed his muscles as the machine recorder flew by.
Oh, yeah. He bet he looked hot.
Sweaty. Strong. Manly.
Working his pud in a feverish frenzy, the masculine bloke felt as if his whole handsome form was working as one unit. All the tendons. All the ligaments. All the muscles. All working to pleasure his rod. All working to achieve his release. All filmed for his enjoyment later.
In deep space, the man had to take his fun where he could find it. And with his own body was where he found it most often.
"Fuck yeah," moaned the massive stud as he bit his lip, gripping his manhood ever tighter in his wet grasp.
His chest heaved. His pupils dialated. His pleasure surged.
The man loved the feel of his cock in his palm. This was where the firm rod belonged. Safe and stroked. Touched. Endlessly touched. He needed it. He longed for it.
There was a time the man hadn't loved his cock so much.
There was a time that phalluses did not haunt his waking mind.
There was a time when he even had worn clothes to block his from view as well.
But these times were now over for the man.
Somewhere on his long journey through the black he had started to hear a call.
From whom, or what, he could not say.
But messages it still contained.
There were men. So many men.
Beautiful men.
Men like him.
Men that would keep him company in the void.
Men that would halt the lonliness.
Men that were for him.
And so the man had not resisted the call, the more it started to ring in his ears.
Instead he had run toward it, hoping to have more.
Ending both his career as a captain, and his life as a free man... if they were to ever catch him.
But they would have to find him first, and the black left a lot of space in which to check.
Feeling his release approaching, the hulking dude set his stance wide, thrusting his open hips into his fist with all his strength. Sweat poured from his muscular body as ecstasy swirled within his form.
"I'm getting close," the man announced to his mechanical photographer.
"Yes, Sir," said the Eye as it hovered to his crotch, before slowly jetting forward to engulf the cock in one of its rubber openings.
On the verge of climax, the man had to let go of his meat as the robot took control of his rod. Steam hissed around his member as the shaft was encased in an airtight seal inside the flying sphere.
As the man stood waiting to topple over the edge, he held on until the drone initiated the last step of their coupling.
His dick was shocked by several sparks along its length and head. Brief excitations of energy that pleasured more than hurt. Enough stimulation however that volumes of thick sticky syrup began to spew forth from his tip in a messy wet explosion.
The man's huge muscular frame shuddered as he unloaded his spunk into the mechanical sphere, grunting the whole time.
Until at last his balls were dry.
Several alternating lights on the drone already indicated the analysis was underway. And soon the pills he was chewing were indication of his weekly testosterone allotment.
More muscles.
More manliness.
It all worked for Jim as the ship continue to hurdle through the darkness to a destination only known to him.
"You should know Sir, that arrival to our set coordinates should be within less than 24 hours now."
Already? How could he have lost track of time?
It was no matter though.
He would be ready when they got there.
He would be ready for what was there.
To be continued....
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