The Martian

Spencer looked out the window into the inky black of space, he knew which of the dots of light was Earth and longed to make his first voyage there. He was born on Mars in 2202 and grew up in agro dome 5 with his single mother, his father unknown to him. When she died of illness Spencer was shipped off at age 10 to live with his uncle on mining station 17. As asteroid Ida swung gently into view he remember his Uncle as a gentle yet uncaring man who really didn't want Spencer but tolerated him. His Uncle was killed in an accident as the machines mined deposits of nickel, iron and magnesium. The life of an astrominer was dangerous so the corporation provided a handsome life insurance but sadly they were obliged to give it all to his Uncle's ex wife. She wanted nothing to do with Spencer and so at age 13 he was alone on the station.

Corporate money had long ago overcome nationalist governments who were now relegated to begging for corporate handouts, leaving Spencer without the money to leave the station, nor the ability to work at his age. Catching his own reflection in the window the boy with wispy longish blond hair and a light sprinkling of freckles on his fair complexion, though of the man who took pity on him. Larry ran the only watering hole left on the station, now that mining operations were winding down. Larry fed Spencer for free in return for clearing and dealing with the recycling, a low skill job which Spencer was technically not qualified to do. His spindly arms and small hands did come in handy for dealing with machine jams, all too frequent with the old equipment.

"We're done Spence let get out of here" Larry called, ready to close up for the night.

" A ships coming" the boy replied

" Oh yeah, what kind?" Larry enquired, eager for business.

" Don't know.... decent size I'd guess, they have 4 barges tethered at the dock.

"Well, we'll find out soon enough then, let's go boy"

Spencer had depleted his Uncle's station account within a couple of months and traded what little valuables he had left to pay rent on his tiny cabin. Larry had kept Spencer's creditors at bay as long as possible, while dead end enquires were made about long lost relatives but eventually Spencer needed to pay. The station was now made up entirely of men, few woman ever ventured into the pits of asteroids, children were even rarer, Spencer was the first and only child on the station. Most men were young and looking for a quick buck, or like Spencer's late Uncle looking to get away from something.

Spencer walked into this 3 by 2 meter Cabin as the lights flickered on. He had a small head with shower and an upper berth above his tiny sitting area. He had used the integrated station computer to good use over the past year as he educated himself on mining operations in the hope the he would be able to work when he turned 16, a bit over a year and half from now. A buzz at the door disturbed Spencer's reading as he spoke to the voice activated lock, "open"

A young 20 something miner stepped in "Spence" he greeted.

" Hey, number one or two today?" Spencer inquired, getting right to business.

" Just a suck today" the man replied, taking a seat and reclining.

Spencer had learned his only skill once the money had run out. Larry had taught him, he was his first customer. Larry never allowed Spence to do if for free. Spencer peeled his shirt off and the miner's pants down then began his work. Spencer had become rather skilled and had earned the nickname " station 17 boy" from some of the passing freighters. He found it difficult and disgusting at first but necessity won over fear and nausea. Spencer was now quite comfortable with his regular clients and learned their preferences but except for Larry it was all business, Spencer always did his best work for Larry. The man had called up some woman's picture on the computer and was calling her name as the boy finished him off, living up to his reputation.

The next day the lithe teen went to visit another regular, the dock master, an excellent source of information on incoming ships.

"Spence, it is Tuesday already?" the burly man who reminded Spencer of Santa Claus asked as the boy entered the tug control room.

"Nope, just wanted to bug ya"

"Ah, well then you'd be wantin' to know about the ship eh?, well it's a new one, a Star Master"

"oh yeah" Spence said despondently.

"Those are mostly automated, 4 crew max, oh well" The boy lowered his head and turned.

" Hey still might get some business for ya" the master called as the boy left the room.

Spencer unzipped his one-piece jump suit, the only cheap clothing available on the station and tied the arms around his waste as he passed through the hot part of the old tub where all the mining machines turned out raw ore for loading into the containers. Arriving hot and sweaty from the cross-station journey he entered the diner and greeted Larry.

"Hey"

"hey, hot boy"

"you old guys think you're so funny" Spence jibed as he pulled his suit back up.

"Spencer, how are you my boy" a familiar voice asked in a sincere yet shallow tone.

" Mr. Modd, sir, I'm fine thank you" Spencer replied flatly.

Modd was the Station administrator, always oh so polite and well spoken in an annoyingly superior way.

"You know Spencer I'm glad I bumped into you, why just yesterday Mr. Honges was asking about you. He's still willing to arrange your transport to 101, oh and by the way Spencer, you'd have a lot more customers over there" Mr. Modd said with a vane smile.

Modd had tried to get Spencer packed off the Station 101 before, with the promise of a lucrative life at a more populous station but Spencer was unwilling to leave the only man he trusted, Larry. He also disliked Honges even more than the snake Modd. When the fat smelly man did pay a visit to Spencer's cabin he always wanted it cheap and kinky. In fact he wanted it dirty but Spencer never gave in to that, even at a premium. Thankfully Honges couldn't get away from his own station very often.

" No thank you sir, I'll stay here," Spencer said just politely enough.

"Well my boy, you could be here an awfully long time you know. You're just too small for any freighter captain to take you on I'm afraid, I know it's a sharp cheddar to swallow my boy but there it is"

Swallow yeah I know all about that, Spencer thought, why can't this asshole just talk like an asshole instead of pretending he cares.

" Well I'm off chaps" and with that the snake slithered out the door, while Larry and Spencer shared knowing looks.

"Maybe you should go Spence" Larry said

" what?" Spencer was shocked

" there's a lot more freighters that will dock at 101 and who knows you might get a Captain to take you as a deck boy"

Spencer knew there was truth in that but most Captains wanted strong deck boys to lug equipment around and be a general go for, not many ships could justify a Captain's pet to the corporation.

" You really think Hoggy would let me leave once he got me over there... don't think so" Spencer answered his own question, leaving Larry to just shrug.

Spencer had just returned to the diner that evening wearing his suit open with only one arm sleeved having fought with the recycling machines. The cooler air felt good on his half exposed chest causing Spencer to pull his zipper lower. There it was, in full view in the bay window, the Star Master. A large container ship, almost fully automated a pilot, a captain, and one or two engineers. Odds weren't good for much business but Spencer was still in awe of the metal beauty.

" And here's the lad I was telling you about now" Larry said to a man seated at the bar. Well a customer, Spencer thought, that's something anyway. Spencer turned to face the man as he looked over, ensuring his open suit displayed his figure well and he gave his best 'good boy' smile.

" Hello sir" he said softly.

The man was stunned to see this small 14 year old before him, jacket half open exposing one of his tiny nipples and lily-white chest. Larry wasn't joking this is a nice kid and what a nice smile I wonder if the bartender was telling me the truth with that sad story of his life, the man thought.

" Well, ... hello then" The man fought to say.

Spencer sat up on the bar stool beside the man, close enough to give him a good view and then he saw it on the man's shoulders.

" Holy crap you're a Captain!" Spencer said loosing his composure.

" I hope that doesn't mean you charge extra" the man tried to joke,

"Oh sorry, no no, it's not... I just never seen a Star Master before and well not many Captains" Spencer tried to recover from excited boy back to seductor.

"Well I'm due on board shortly for the load check, I wish I had more time to spend with you sir" The captain reported formally.

Spencer was spinning, a Captain, men don't call me sir, I call them that and does he want me or what.

"I can be quick" Spencer spat out.

"Ah well perhaps it would be better if you came aboard"

What! did I just get invited to board his ship!

" Unless of course you're not able," The Captain said after Spencer's prolonged pause.

"Oh, I'm so able Captain" Spencer snapped out of his self talk.

" Right, well then can we embark immediately," the Captain asked.

Getting a nod from Larry Spencer took the Captain's hand and started for the door when the man pulled his hand free, "sorry lad, can't have that" and then proceeded Spencer out into the hall.

Spencer followed subserviently behind to the dock where they boarded a Tug. The automated ship ferried them to the hulking Star Master. Spencer was darting from side to side in the Tug as the Captain was pointing out various features. Once aboard they walked the hallways up to the Bridge. Spencer was amazed at how clean and new everything looked. The Captain touched Spencer on the shoulder as the boy had ignored the Captain's gestures to be seated. Spencer clued in and sat as the Captain took a report from the engineer and proceeded through a checklist with the computer.

Spencer was locked in rapture, walking through the computer commands in his head with the Captain, only a few were unknown to him from is self-education on the station.

"Right yes, well then please avail yourself of my cabin to prepare yourself," The Captain commanded.

As Spencer remained still the Captain tried again " My cabin.. down the hall port side, feel free to use the shower"

" Oh right away sir" Spencer bolted to the cabin labeled Captain Callum Worthy and activated the door.

The Cabin was luxurious by any standard; Spencer had expected something more functional. After showering Spencer rolled naked around the bed enjoying the soft fabrics on his flesh. The Captain entered and spoke to the door "lock" and then began to remove his uniform.

"What's the rate then?" the Captain asked.

"What are we doing?" Spencer delayed his answer wondering if he should gouge him or charge the miners rate.

The Captain continued to negotiation " full service"

"1000" Spencer threw out, he usually got 800 from the miners.

"Fair enough then"

Shit I could have got more, Spencer thought, well I'll just add on any extras full service can mean anything.

The Captain was now fully naked his endowment appeared above average. When Spencer moved to pleasure him the Captain pushed him back on the bed and began to pleasure the boy. Now this was new, Spencer thought as he was pleasured, until the man's began to kiss his face then lips. Spencer rolled his head away. " I don't do that," he snapped.

"Oh sorry, well your turn then" The Captain said quietly

Spencer got to work, a job he knew well and took control of the situation. After a time Spencer was entered and the Captain finished inside him. The two lay still for a while Spencer not sure why the man was still on him.

" I have to piss" Spencer finally said to break the silence. The Captain pulled out and off the boy, who trotted off to the head. Returning Spencer stood at the bed while the Captain was lost looking at his lean soft young teen body. Finally he said, "can we pleasure each other?" "at the same time I mean"

"200 more" the professional in Spencer answered.

"Alright"

Spencer positioned himself for the double pleasure, working hard for his extra money bringing the Captain to completion again. Strangely though the Captain was still working on Spencer, who thought to stop him but the man did agree to pay extra. Shortly after Spencer gave the Captain his load. He lay panting his head behind the man's legs. Rolling over Spencer said "right then Captain, are we done" in a playfully mocking tone.

"Yes quite" was the reply.

Dressed and at the computer both used their voice and thumb codes to transfer 1200 credits to Spencer's account, just enough to cover this weeks rent. As they rose the man kissed the boy the cheek.

"Captain! No kissing now," Spencer said semi-playfully.

"Call me Callum please Spencer"

"Call me Spence please Cal" The boy retorted and stuck his tongue out.

As Spencer toured the ship on a different route back to the tug he blurted out "do you need a deck boy?" in the middle of the Captains explanation of ship's function.

"Ah well we're not crewed for that, just me the pilot and engineer, really the machines do all the rest. The biggest challenge is managing the boredom" The captain replied with a chuckle.

Spencer was despondent the rest of the way back to the Tug and once he got back to his cabin he locked himself in and though of what might have been.

Spencer was doing his morning duties in the diner casting an occasional glace at the loading of the freighter. It would have to be pulling out really soon.

"Well just who I'm looking for," said the syrupy voice of the snake Modd.

"There's enough in the account to cover the rent Mr. Modd sir" Spencer said as he turned, his head cocked in a passively aggressive stance.

" Well actually my boy I don't need any rent as you're moving out" The smiling snake told him.

" I told you I'm not going to 101" Spencer said defiantly

" Well don't get all hot under the collar now, you have a corporate standard to uphold" Modd said as he slithered over his outstretched arm with a data card.

Spencer took the card with his name on it, he looked at Larry who was smiling did he realize I'm being shafted? Could he be in on this eviction, Spencer thought.

"Read the card Spence" Larry said, reading the boys expression.

Spencer L. Rhead Captain's assistant Star Master Beausejour Nexstar corporation.

Chapter 2

The Beausejour had made it's way around the mining tubs and picked up a full load and then fired it's engines for a return trajectory to Earth. Spencer had fallen into a routine based around the Captain's schedule. There was a regimentation to the man which eventually began to bore Spencer who was used to a much more variable life.

Spencer was returning to the bridge after spending a couple of hours assisting the engineer, who didn't mind the company but really didn't need any help. The Captain had made it clear during embarkation that he was the only one to receive service and that Spencer could assist with ships functions only as long as it wasn't disruptive. Spencer liked the engineer, he reminded him of Larry the bartender on the station, kind and patient. The pilot however was another matter. Spencer had thought the pilot would be someone he could like and really learn from. When he first boarded it was the pilot that took him around and went through all the safety functions, ensuring Spencer knew exactly what to do. It was little comments that had built up over time that had caused Spencer to find the man difficult to like.

"What about the life boat?" Spencer asked

" Top, port side above Aux control, why?" The young man asked.

" Don't I have to know anything about it?" Spencer enquired.

" Nope, essential personal only, mind you it's not much help anyway, you could use it just to get to another freighter, not back to Earth on it's own."

"Wouldn't they send a rescue ship?" The naïve boy asked.

" Oh most likely, they'd want the ore and perhaps to recover the ship if it didn't end up too far off course but that would take months at least, crew recovery would really be up to passing freighters, if they had enough fuel to change course and still make it home." The pilot explained " We'd run out of air if we lost power, and let me tell you boy, Captain's assistants are the first one's out the airlock in a case like that".

Spencer had though the man was joking back then but now he figured he was serious. At least he had the Captain and Engineer on his side.

Spencer entered the Bridge to find it empty, not unusual as the ship only required minor corrections along the trip home, now 4 months out of the asteroids. Spencer approached the console and was looking at the data, they were 32 days from Luna station where the great container ship would drop its load.

"Back" a voice snapped on the Bridge. It was the pilot walking in as he gestured with his arm, Spencer stepped directly backward.

"How many times do I have to tell you boy! Stay away from the control console" The pilot snapped, purposely using the slang for a deck boy. Technically Spencer was an Officer Cadet but the pilot had really never liked the Captain bringing a 'pet' aboard.

"I was just looking, I'm not stupid" Spencer had given up being polite long ago.

" Yeah, just looking could get us killed. Go bug the Captain or something" The pilot retorted dismissively.

Spencer wandered slowly out of the Bridge to upset the Pilot further. He ended up in the Captain's cabin. He didn't think it could happen but he was bored of this ship, he wanted off, he wanted to be on Earth now!. The Captain found him lying on the bed his feet on the floor, staring up.

"Spence?" the man enquired.

The boy raised his head and peered at the Captain in acknowledgement.

" You seem out of sorts lately?"

Spencer sat up " I just wanna get to Earth"

" You really don't like here do you? I told you it would be a boring ride"

" Yep, you did" Spencer said flatly.

The Captain examined his assistant. Spencer had grown 5 inches and his shoulders had broadened. With the shorter hair cut the Captain had given him he was the perfect example of a boy, slim, fit with some muscle and his smooth skin. This was it, from here on out it was on to man hood. Oh Spencer had an average endowment for his age and certainly pubic hair but was still boyish in appearance.

"Take your shirt off" The Captain commanded.

Spencer sat up straight and hocked his head to one side

"Captain?... it's only 1600?" Spencer knew everything was done on schedule with this man, this was new.

Spencer unbuttoned his uniform's duty shirt and cast it aside, he leaned back on his outstretched arms and cocked his head so that his cheek touched his shoulder, in a sexy pose.

"You are so beautiful" the Captain admired

"I know" came the cheeky response

" I have a report to send then we can enjoy ourselves" The Captain said as he turned his attention to the computer.

Spencer got up walking over to rub the man's shoulders and neck.

" Maybe my uniform should be shirtless" he said softly in the man's ear as the Captain tired to finish the report quickly.

Spencer had learned new things he could do with the Captain but there was rarely any spontaneity. He had been instructed on massage, the Captain particularly enjoyed having his feet rubbed. Spencer was often massaged by his master who seemed to enjoy touching the boy more than any other customer he had ever known. Spencer had begun to worry that the Captain was becoming too attached and may attempt to keep him on the ship but he knew the pilot would be more than willing to help get him disembarked should it come to that.

Spencer left the Captain to his work and stripped off the rest of his uniform and left it were it fell. Soon the Captain joined him both naked on the bed. The Captain was on top rubbing their bodies as they embraced. Spencer had long since given in to the Captain's pressures and allowed kissing and in fact found that the man was greatly impassioned when the boy was the more active in that.

The man was also fond of positions that allowed him to face Spencer. He got off the boy and pulled his hairless legs up and over onto his own shoulders. Positioning himself to enter Spencer and still kiss with him. Most men on the station would rather see the top of Spencer's head rather than the front but his position was hard on the boys back, so they didn't do it for long.

When Spencer boarded the Captain was quickly satisfied but now with regular servicing and more familiarity Spencer was able to keep him going much longer. The pair now moved into the other preferred position, the Captain prone while Spencer straddled the man, taking him inside him and pumping at his own pace. The Captain pleasured the boy with his hand during, often expecting Spencer to reach completion before he did. Spencer found a comforting feeling in giving while receiving pleasure. He was able to accept the Captain entirely in him and was more tolerant of the man remaining in him and cuddling during the after sex. Although Spencer did realize the dangers of this bonding with his friend yet customer.

" Ok , I'm getting up now" Spencer reported as he lay held in the powerful arms of the softened Captain.

"Lets kiss some more" the Captain requested.

Spencer wriggled the man's member out easily and was released from his grip. Sitting up on the man's legs the boy replied "I've had enough"

"This is the after part" The Captain explained, hoping to re-engage his satyr.

"No, this is the after, after, after part" The boy said playfully.

After a short pause the boy gave in and crawled up to the man and began a passionate and aggressive kissing session ,while the Captain again pleasured him with his hand. Spencer broke off the kiss as he reached orgasm with loud throaty grunts. The Captain continued to stroke him softly even after he had deposited his load. Spencer had no idea that he could enjoy such after touching so much.

Ships operations continued at a metonymic pace, as it seemed to Spencer the ship inched closer to Earth. He had stayed well clear of the Bridge during the last couple of days of the approach, with the pilot furiously going over the computer's calculations for the final insertion burn. Spencer could now see his goal, the bright blue ball of Earth out of a port window on the lower deck. He wondered what it would be like to finally stand on his home planet. He broke away from his dreaming and returned to the Captain's cabin for the last night before docking.

Spencer woke and separated the sticky bodies in order to drain his bladder. Returning to bed he started to lick the Captain into hardness. The man stirred and mumbled "what a nice way to wake up".

Spencer quickened giving the man his best effort, including wiggling a finger in his anus, as the Captain often liked. The Captain may not have realized it then but it was the last pleasure he'd have for quite some time. After a lengthy lick down and cuddle the two were disturbed by a page from the pilot. " Captain to the bridge, docking to commence"

They both quickly cleaned up and presented themselves as the moon was filling the window on the bridge. The pilot worked expertly to guide the massive ship into the Luna dockyard. The dock itself was massive, Spencer marveled, there were already 4 other freighters in port. After docking and shut down the crew boarded a tug and descended to the moon.

It was a rougher ride than Spencer imagined, he was used to being weightless in a tug and now there was some gravity as the tiny ship auto piloted to the surface. On landing they were recorded by the entry computer and allowed into the base. It reminded Spencer of his childhood days in the agro dome with the high sweeping ceilings.

After reporting to the Nexstar corporate office the crew was relieved until the ship was reloaded.

" Well thanks for everything Captain"

"You're going now?" The Captain was shocked

"Yeah well I didn't come all this way to see the moon!" Spencer knew a quick clean break was best, less chance of an appeal to remain.

"We'll it's been wonderful, my best voyage ever. Message me whenever you think to and keep me updated" The Captain was outwardly stolid but Spencer knew the emotional effect this was having on him inside.

He saluted the Captain, incorrectly, but the effort was appreciated and with that the boy turned and walked to the transport hall. Once inside he took a tram for passenger ships and entered a vast courtyard of people rushing about from gate to gate.

Spencer walked to a computer and was greeted. He entered his card and selected options for transport to Earth. He worked for 20 minutes but was denied passage each time, even though he appeared to have enough credits. Finally he pressed the assist option and was told by an operator that he didn't have the correct visa. Spencer didn't understand what he was being told and was directed to a government passport office.

Once finding that in another hub of the station he waited quite some time to get the attentions of a uniformed government officer.

"So what's the problem sir?" asked the agent in a disinterested tone.

" I can't get a ticket to Earth, they said something about a visa problem?" The tired and frustrated boy replied.

The man held out his hand for Spencer's card and entered it into the computer.

After a few seconds the man gave his report " You're a marsy"

"What?"

"You were born on Mars, you're a Martian", the man explained

" so?"

"So you can't just visit Earth without the proper permissions, Earthers can't just go to Mars anytime they feel like it either sir" looking down at the computer screen the man continued " how did you get here?"

" I took a freighter from station 17"

"why aren't you taking it to Mars?

" cuz I want to go to earth" the exasperated boy explained.

"What is the purpose of your visit? Are you seeing relatives?"

" No I want to live on Earth"

" oh I see well you need an immigration visa then, go back to Mars and apply"

"Back to Mars! That's crazy," The boy shouted.

"Sir, I don't make the laws the corporations do, you can't go to earth without a travel or immigration visa," The man said sternly to the boy. Looking at Spencer's disheartened face the man continued to call up the boy's information on the computer. "Listen, you're best bet is to talk to your corporation, they can best advise you"

"really? How" Spencer was ready for any help at this point.

"Pod 9 section 3, follow the signs."

Spencer traveled for another hour to reach the Nexstar corporation's offices, his hope of reaching Earth dangling on a thread. Arriving there he found a short lanky man with an effeminate manner. "Nexstar corporation how may I be of service sir"

Spencer just handed him his card, he was tired and down trodden.

"Oh thank you sir," the man said inserting the card into his computer. "Officer Cadet Rhead, how can I help you today?"

"I want to get to Earth... I want to live there," Spencer explained.

"Oh... well we don't have any postings on Earth sir, why do you want to go there?"

"What can I do" Spencer sighed.

"Well you can go back to your freighter"

"No I mean to get to Earth .. I can do things for you if you help me" Spencer smiled coyly trying all his options.

"I'm afraid I'm not into little boys sir" the man chuckled.

Insulted Spencer turned to walk away when the man said" I can direct you to someone who may be able to help"

Spencer whirled quickly and listened as he was directed to another agency and after more travel and waiting he finally got to see someone.

" Spencer Rhead" a woman asked.

" Me!" Spencer stood.

"This way honey" She replied and walked ahead of him into a large office.

"Ok, the Nexstar agent said you want a job on Earth?" She enquired

"oh so much, yes" Spencer said eagerly.

"Ok, here's the deal. A work visa on earth is 500,000 credits, I can arrange a loan if you can put up half" She said as she sat at her desk.

Spencer collapsed into a guest chair and said softly " I've got no where near that"

"ok, well new deal, you can take out a bond" The woman smiled and nodded.

" What does that mean?"

" well you work for free until you pay off the cost of your visa, the corporation loans you the money in effect" The middle aged woman with died blond hair took a softer tone with Spencer " It means you can't quit or leave or do anything without corporate approval honey".

Spencer nodded, "how can I get that"

" We'll I find you a corporation that's looking for workers and hook you up, now I understand you'd do personal service?" She asked.

" Yeah I was the Captain's assistant"

"Ok honey, but did you assist him the bedroom, if you get my meaning" she asked.

" Oh yeah and did that on the station too" Spencer said excitedly.

" Good, good then how old are you".

Spencer didn't answer thinking he might lie but she had his damn data card. " Almost 15" He replied sheepishly.

"Ok good, anything you won't do?"

" what every I have to" he explained.

"How many credit do you have?"

"20,000" Spencer reported.

" Well that's just enough to get there, tell ya what honey, I get a finders fee and I'll let you work off your part" She said with a smile and a wink.

Spencer nodded.

Spencer finished his evening meal as the woman, ms. Johnson came in.

"You have a really nice cabin" Spencer complemented

"Thanks honey.. you all done"

"Yeah I'm good"

She took Spencer by the hand and let him into her bedroom. Once there She undressed him, touching his body as she went. She was tall for a woman and Spencer though her hands were a bit large. Once the boy was naked she stroked and began to kiss him. It was awkward at first but Spencer adapted. She pulled off her top and revealed her ample breasts. Spencer had never seen actual breasts before. She pulled the boy to her and stuck a nipple his mouth. Spencer felt strange sucking on a breast as she pinched his nipples. It was on the verge of painful but Spencer didn't want to upset her in anyway. Finally he could take no more and groaned, braking off his sucking "Hurts"

She stopped and began sucking his small nipples now a bit puffy with his adolescence.

"Sorry" he said.

" Ah you took quite a bit, don't worry about it honey"

The woman stood up and commanded "knees"

"on your knees", she repeated after Spencer failed to respond.

He dropped to his knees and waited as the woman stood over him and took off her pants.

Spencer was dumbfounded when a penis slapped him in the face.

"What the fuck?"

"Suck it" She commanded.

As Spencer remained shocked She pushed her penis into his mouth. After a few seconds Spencer's skills returned and he worked hard to please her. After accepting her load he asked, " Are you a man? Or what"

"I started off a man, now I'm half woman"

" Wow" was all that Spencer could manage.

She pushed Spencer onto the Bed as he stood. She Spread his legs, with knees bent and began to work on pleasing him. Spencer could feel her fingers entering him, one, two, three, four! What was she trying to do? After a few minutes she had half her hand inside him.

"Easy, easy" the boy grunted.

"Relax and let me in" She replied.

Spencer did try but the large hand was just not going to fit. " I can't," he pleaded.

" Just relax and think about how much you want to go to earth honey," she vilely threatened.

She pushed hard and Spencer spread himself as wide as he could. He yelped and grunted and with a final push it was in. Pushing her forearm into the teen she pumped and asked him. "Where do you want to go on Earth"

"Anywhere" Spencer spat out during grunts.

The next morning Spencer woke alone in her bed. He waddled off to the bathroom and after cleaning himself up got dressed. In the eatery he found her talking to someone on the communicator, an older man with a mix of gray and black hair.

"Ok then, I'll have him on his way this morning, bye honey"

Spencer sat at the table and begun to eat as she disconnected.

She presented Spencer with a new data card. "You have an hour before your flight leaves"

Spencer L Rhead Personal Service Persacare Corporation New York.

Chapter 3

Spencer waited in the massive flight lobby, watching as Virgin Galactic flight 349 bound for the Newark space port was listed at gate 4. Spencer had enough time to wonder about his choices. His encounter with Ms Johnson had gotten him what he wanted but did leave him wondering what he was getting himself into. According to the contract he would be bound to the company for the two and half years it would take to pay off his bond, accounting for half his wages.

The boarding call came and Spencer remembered his goal, Earth. "Virgin Galactic is pleased to board Flight 349 bound for Newark, have your data cards in order"

Spencer stood in line as the 200 passenger ship was slowly loaded. He found his seat, thankfully a windowed one. It was cramped quarters as they were all packed in but he didn't care, he was going to Earth. The space plane fired it's engines and lifted vertically off the pad, rising slowly Spencer could see the Earth rise above the horizon. The gravity on the moon was fairly light for Spencer, he found it disconcerting when they reached orbit and he was weightless again. The centrifugal gravity provided by the Star Master and the mining station was at least constant, all this change was upsetting his stomach. The plane docked with it's main engine, which had remained in orbit for refueling. The ship shuddered as docking was completed and soon after the main engine fired pushing Spencer back in his seat, belt tightly fastened. The hard acceleration over, some passengers began moving about the cabin, the grav-slippers provided really just kept your feet on the floor with magnetic force, everything else was weightless. Spencer opted to remain seated literally staring out into space.

The 3 hour trip ended with a braking burn which shuddered the plane more than Spencer liked. Main engine separation followed and they orbited into landing position. A de-orbit burn came from the maneuvering thrusters and then it was really rough. The plane rocked and bucked as it entered the atmosphere over the pacific ocean. There was a constant rumble once the atmospheric engines started. Spencer felt really heavy in his seat as the plane plunged toward landing. As the ground grew ever closer Spencer's apprehension was giving way to excitement, he was finally about to touch the Earth. After banking steeply the plane slammed onto the runway and the powerful atmospheric engines slowed the spacecraft. Once stopped Spencer waited until he could get out of his seat and make his way off the plane. He felt a bit wobbly on his legs with a new gravity to adjust to. It felt significantly heavier than the station or the Star Master's but it had been too long for Spencer to compare the gravity to Mars. In fact Mars was such a lifetime ago for Spencer the he was still surprised to be referred to as a Martian.

Once in the terminal building he saw the signs for transport to New York. He followed the crowd down to the electrically powered trains. The city was a massive place housing over 25 million people, individual transport was a thing of the distant past, and everyone got around by mass transport. Squeezed into a cylinder like car, he was jostled about as the train sped deep into the city about 30 meters above ground. Once in the station Spencer searched for the ground level, he wanted to get outside, something he'd never done before. Finally he found an exit and walked out on to the earth. The smell was awful, he though he must be near a recycling depot or something. Quickly Spencer realized that the sun was hot against his skin, burning hot in fact. With only a few minutes exposure Spencer had his first sun burn. The depleted ozone layer left the planet wide open to radiation which explained to Spencer why everyone else seems to be scurrying about wearing hooded cloaks. Back inside he searched for the tower that he wanted, finding the air much cleaner than outside.

Persacare corporation wasn't easy to locate amongst all the other companies but finally Spencer arrived in Tower 151 level 78. Waiting again until he was seen by the man who was on Ms. Johnson's communicator screen.

" Spencer Rhead?" the man was a bit taller than the boy expected.

" Yes sir" Spencer said as he was motioned to follow the man from the small waiting room.

The man's office was surprisingly tiny as Spencer took a seat at the man's gesture.

"Spencer I'm Mr. Casse the director of your section, you won't see me day to day but should you feel the need to talk to me just make an appointment" The man introduced himself with a tone that was too similar to Modd's from Spencer's station days.

"Why is your face so red?, were you outside?" Mr. Casse enquired.

" Yeah I was out for a couple of minutes," Spencer reported.

" Well don't be doing that again, if you go out you need a sun cloak and take a bottle of air with you" Mr. Casse explained

"Bottle of air?" Spencer enquired.

" Yes you don't want to be breathing the stuff outside, shorten your life for sure. Any convenience store will sell it and a mask but I'd stay inside if I were you my boy" Mr. Casse advised.

" I'm assigning you to team 7, you'll be one of the older of the group but based on the self assessment you did that will be a good place for you to start." The man reported looking at his screen.

"Older ones?" Spencer inquired.

" Oh yes, it's an intermediate group, they aren't rated for anything kinky which you've indicated isn't something you wanted anyway" The man said looking up, " they're mostly 12, ah there's two 10's..... 3 other 14's, the senior in that group is Raul, he's 15. His popularity with the customers has dropped off a bit but he still gets a lot of repeat business"

"how long has he been there?" Spencer wondered

"ah lets see, yes 3 years" Mr. Casse replied, examining the data on his screen, " still averages 8 clients a week, the group average is just under 7, ideally the company wants to see 8 but that's a rolling average based on all employees in that job grade"

"How many can you get?" Spencer's curiosity drew him in " and how does that affect my bond".

"Well Seb is doing 12 a week right now, he's top in your team, ah and 8 of those are specials, where he's working above his grade. As for the bond we take half of everything toward it, so the more you work the quicker you pay it off." Mr. Casse explained.

"How do I get customers?" Spencer asked.

" Well your image consultant will put you on the net and that will attract the new customers, who book you based on your availability. I think you should keep yourself available at all times until you can build up at least 8 a week, then the repeat business will come assuming you're doing a good job of course" The director went on, " Now payment is handled entirely through the company, you're not to accept any credits directly or you could be dismissed, little token gifts are fine but absolutely no credits"

"Ok" Spencer didn't quite grasp the importance of what he was being told but he knew he'd follow the instruction. "Where do I stay?", he went on with his questions.

"You live with the team, you'll get a sleep pod and most of the boys get their customers to feed them, wouldn't surprise me that some of them have never paid for a meal!, but technically food is your own expense. Now we'll provide clothing for the job but any you keep come out of your pay." Mr. Casse explained " now your supervisor will address any other issues, Go down to level 101 then follow the signs for suite 10145, good luck"

With that Spencer was ushered out and on his way into the business world. He found the suite and dorm for team 7. He entered the room, again smaller than he expected and without any windows. Spencer noticed a series of hatches 10 in a row of 2, one above the other. Immediately a boy a bit taller than himself and more muscular challenged.

" Who are you?"

"I'm new, ah Spencer, this is team 7 right?" Spencer said tentatively.

"I'm Raul, I'm senior here. I wondered when they'd fill the vacancies, we're short two well one now I guess" The brown haired boy pointed to the bottom left of the hatches. "The two on the bottom, 19 & 20 are open"

Spencer followed him over as the boy pulled open 19's door and revealed a bed within. Spencer crouched down and could see it was a self-contained cabin, communicator, screen, storage and computer. Spence crawled in and lay flat, the screen was mounted on the ceiling, and good thing as Spencer could just barely sit up his head brushing the top.

"Card" Raul said motioning with an outstretched arm. Spencer tossed it to him and watched as Raul entered it and selected the new user options. "Good to go" The senior boy replied and threw the card back.

"What's a special?" Spencer asked "You looking to move up already kid?" Raul jibed, " bondage and discipline, take a good spanking and get more money. Just don't do it on the side and don't work out of territory"

" Yeah Mr. Casse said that" Spencer noticed a man in his late teens enter as Raul stood to greet him.

"New kid" he said gesturing.

Spencer got out of his pod as it was called and greeting the young man as well.

"Hello Spencer, I'm Jimmy your supervisor"

" I'm ready to get to work" Spencer advised.

"Eager beaver" Raul teased.

" Well we'll get you on line right away then" Jimmy said smiling then scowled at Raul.

As Spencer followed Jimmy out of the room he heard Raul said softly " say no to the slave boy" behind him. Jimmy scowled again and Raul pretended to be doing something else.

Jimmy led Spencer into the hall and down to meet his image consultant. A mid 20s woman introduced herself and then instructed Spencer to strip. Once naked he was directed onto a platform surrounded by cameras.

" Ok spread your legs a bit more" Nancy instructed, " now hold your arms out all the way.... No to your side... ok hold still"

There was a few seconds of flashing and then Nancy stepped back from the computer. " Ok done, step down."

Spencer felt strange being nude and tired of waiting for Nancy to finish on the computer. "You're not a man are you? ... well half man I mean?

Nancy glared at him, then smiled " now there's an idea" and went back to working the computer. "Ok come over here"

She called up a 3d image of Spencer on the screen, he was amazed at how detailed it was. The boy on the screen moved his arms to his side, then on the hips then over his head. Spencer had done none of that.

"It's an avatar, you in cyber, I'll use it on the net for customers to see the goods"

Suddenly the image changed and now the computer Spencer had breasts! Spencer was revolted, " ah no way" he spat out.

"Come on kid transgenders get a lot of business, I could arrange a boob job for tomorrow" Nancy encouraged.

"So not happening" Spencer said forcefully.

Nancy restored his image and then selected various costumes for his avatar to wear. Spencer was amazed how realistic each looked, as if he had actually modeled the clothes.

" Ok, I'm liking these, tell me what you think" Nancy said calling up several clothing options.

The first few were casual clothing and then more formal all white suits, then a tough guy look in a rough work clothes look. Then more revealing images in a jungle boy cloth and then form fitting neoshorts. The slave boy look in leather was next.

" Not that one" Spencer advised.

" No? You look good in that one"

" I don't think so" Spencer said shaking his head.

The she called up a bizarre image that took Spencer a few seconds to process. It was him, with bright green hair and dark green skin in skirt like garment, exposing one hip. He had 2 little antennae on his head. "What?" Spencer scowled.

"It a Marsy look. You know you being a Martian and all"

"No one on Mars looks like that" Spencer replied.

"It's a fantasy kid, we're selling you as an actor as much as a service provider" Nancy explained.

" But my skin's not green" Spencer protested

" We can fix that" Nancy said nodding.

"So not happening" Spencer said turning from the image.

" Your net site has to attract customers, I'm trying to come up with something to catch their eye" Nancy pleaded, after all Spencer's success was her's and on up in the company.

"Ok the hair but not the skin" Spencer conceded without turning around.

And so the Martian was online. In the first 3 months of working Spencer had learned the travel ways of the city, moving quickly to meet his customers. He kept himself available at all hours and had started with about 4 per week and how averaged 7. Not the pace he had hoped for but still he was making some money. He kept the green hair for a while then went bright red and now was back to his natural blond.

Now 15 he had grown a couple of more inches and had more muscle having worked out with Raul. His skin remained hairless and smooth with the pills Jimmy had given him. Spencer got along with most of his pod mates and occasionally worked with them. There were times when Customers wanted two boys. Spencer had worked with Raul a few times and with the popular 12 year old Seb as they had a close enough resemblance to pass for brothers. Although working with Raul was strange at first the two had become close friends, Raul teaching Spencer as they went along. With Seb it was different, the two had only a working relationship but Spencer had thought at one time that they could be closer.

The first time they had gone out to a customer they arrived dressed in matching white and blue shirts and shorts. As they approached the door Seb took Spencer's hand and they waited to be admitted. Seb allowed Spencer to lead him into the small apartment. Spencer found everything on Earth small, rarely did he ever even see outside being constantly indoors. Spencer undressed Seb on command and then himself. He found it strange to be pleasured by the younger boy and while entering Seb was easy, it still felt strange. After a few times out Spencer had mistaken Seb's subservient role playing as reality and took on a big brother's protective role.

One evening on returning Spencer paused at the hatch of his pod "hey Seb" he called to the younger boy.

"Yes Spencer" Seb paused on his ladder to the upper pod.

" You can come in here with me tonight if you want" he offered

"I only do it for customers Spencer" Seb replied flatly and climbed into his own pod.

Spencer was crushed he though he had a relationship beyond the role playing but clearly it was a mistake he could learn from.

Conrad came home from a long boring business meeting, he wasn't tired yet he was still worn out from the endless session. The middle aged man wanted something different tonight. Selecting options on his computer he found a link to younger escorts on his usual suppliers global net site. Scanning through the photos he halted on a strange picture of a teen with green skin, green hair and antennae. The description of this Martian intrigued him. Scanning through other pictures he found the 'recent' section and was further excited by the boy's now longer wispy blond hair and lack of antennae. Conrad selected the option and chose the earliest time available.

Spencer rolled over in his pod, he was out late as usual and slept most of the day. Almost five he thought. The chirping that woke him got louder.

" I'm up damn machine," he said to the computer.

The chirping stopped and the urgent message screen came on.

" Open message... read message," he commanded.

A soft feminine voice came on " Spencer Rhead. Booking for 7 P.M. tower 488 level 202 suite PH1. Special instructions follow: dress smart casual. Protocol formal. Activity level 3. Duration 12 hours."

" 2 hours from now shit" Spencer complained.

" Command rejected" the computer replied

" Booking accepted" Spencer told the machine " download to GIP"

Spencer held his watch sized computer up as he strapped it to his wrist. The Global information and position device allowed him to get messages use voice communications and get directions while wondering the city. It was one of the few things he bought for himself preferring to pay down his bond. The GIP was an invaluable tool, as it avoided being lost and getting fined for being late.

Bolting out of the pod and into the communal shower he quickly washed and then dressed in tight fitting pants a soft shiny collared shirt and matching jacket. Using his GIP he got the tube schedules and raced across town to make his appointment. Arriving at the building he went through the automated security check and up the high speed elevator. It took two minutes to reach the top level as he was the only one aboard. Arriving a bit early he walked around the hallway, there were only 6 suites on this penthouse level. He stood at the door 10 minutes early as he was scanned. "Name please" the computer requested.

" Spencer Persacare corporation" The boy informed.

10 seconds later the door slide aside and the computer announced him " please enter Spencer Persacare corporation".

Spencer walked in and stood inside the entryway. It was a small room with another door and small couch. It was about half the size of most apartments he'd been in; perhaps the customer was in the bathroom, Spencer thought as he waited. The other door opened and revealed a hallway. A man's voice came over the speaker, " I'm just on the communicator come in and make yourself comfortable".

Spencer entered the hallway and walked its length into a large L shaped room with floor to ceiling windows. Windows Spencer marveled as he walked up to the glass. He could see the Ocean and the city below. Wow this is high he though. He turned to examine the room. There was a bar at one end of the L and a large screen at the other. Couches and chairs were positioned throughout. This place is massive Spencer thought. The Captain's cabin was luxury but this is opulence. Spencer went to the bar and looked in the cool unit, he was used to raiding his customers food supplies they never objected. He took out a banana, real fruit he thought, amazing. He poured himself a drink and went back to the view.

A man appeared from a door behind the bar.

"Hey sorry still on the com, good you've got a drink I just need to finish up this call" Conrad reported

"please take your time sir" Spencer replied as the man turned to leave.

Conrad was thrilled with what he saw. The boy looked even better than his net site, this call was ending pretty darn quick he thought.

Spencer sat in a chair and waited for his customer, hey it was his money the boy thought. A small furry animal came by and looked at Spencer. Strange looking cat he thought. He put his hand out to pet it and it ran off. Funny thing the boy thought.

Conrad entered the room and took in the sight of his rental. With wispy longish blond hair, nice lips, he was young looking even for 15. As the boy stood Conrad saw he had removed his leatherpryne jacket. The boy's tight black pants didn't leave much to the imagination with a shimmering blue shirt to match.

"Spencer Rhead, Perascare corporation at your service sir" Spencer greeted with a slight bow. Handshakes had ceased to be popular after the second great flu pandemic.

" Please just call me Conrad," the man instructed.

" Of course Conrad" the boy replied as the orange cat scurried up to his owner. " I think your cat's broken"

"oh really?" Conrad asked as he picked up his furry creature.

" It seems to walk funny and it wouldn't let me pet it" Spencer had seen many cats they were a popular item amongst his customers.

"Oh you hear that you furry ball he thinks you're broken," Conrad said playfully to his animal. "This Spencer is a real Cat"

" A real cat? It's not robotronic? Wow never seen a real one before" Spencer was amazed "must have cost a fortune!" he said realizing his loss of composure he bowed his head " sorry Conard"

"That's ok Spencer, truth is I think I could likely buy you for less than I paid for this little hair ball" Conrad said warmly. "In fact a colleague told me of a prototype robotronic boy, I can't imagine not wanting the real thing"

" Robotronic boys? Bizarre" Spencer wasn't sure if he could believe it but perhaps it was true. He may need a new line of work before long.

Spencer and Conrad ate in the dining room after the caterer had brought the meal in. It seemed strange to Spencer to have such a large table for just the two of them. They chatted idly about nothing for a while. The topic of Spencer's planetality came up.

" Alot less gravity on Mars, must have been a big adjustment for you"

" I don't remember it, I left when I was ten and lived in space for 4 years, we had about 80% Earth gravity on the station. When I landed here I was a little wobbly at first but I'm adjusted now" Spencer explained.

"Why come to Earth? Mars is the boom town these days"

" I didn't have anyone there and I always dreamed of being on Earth" Spencer reported. No customer had ever taken such an interest in his past. The fact the he'd been there 3 hours and still had his shirt on was amazing.

"Not all it's cracked up to be I expect?" The enquiry continued.

" It's different that I thought, I hoped I'd be outside more, even with a sun cloak it's awful out there"

"yeah the nuclear weapons exchanged during the third gulf war left the oil supply inaccessible. We couldn't kick the coal usage until there was enough nuclear supply. I'm sure it seemed like a good idea a the time." Conrad explained.

A silence fell over the conversation as Conrad though about his rent boy, what a nice kid, so beautiful too. Conrad watched as the boy came over and stood before him. Down to business now then Conrad thought and took the boy by the hand to his bedroom.

Spencer was amazed at the space wasted on such a huge sleeping area. He took off his shirt and revealed his lily white chest, thickening adolescent nipples and 4 pack abs. Conrad examined him with his hands and tried to take off the teen's tight pants. The two broke out laughing as he tried to get them off and only succeeded with Spencer's help. The evening was filled with passionate action followed by restful sleep. This was just what I needed Conrad thought as he drifted off to sleep holding his soft living teddy bear.

The Martian Part 4

Spencer's GIP was chirping at 7AM sharp, the contract was over and it was time for him to get up and out. Conrad liked this one. He didn't annoy him with requests for special acts that would cost more, nor did he drone on about a sick relative or other reason to guilt the customer into a bigger tip. He looked hot, did the job and didn't say much until you wanted him to. Conrad watched as Spencer got out of bed, his hair was in a 'shaggy dog' style as he wondered off to the bathroom. The man had worried about his large endowment being too much for one so young but Spencer was able to accept him fully and easily. Damn he should have considered a younger one a long time ago Conrad thought.

The cat joined him on the bed and meowed for attention. As Spencer returned the cat scurried off.

" Can you stay a while" Conrad asked while Spencer was still naked.

" Yeah a couple minutes" he replied sleepily and returned to cuddle.

"I was thinking a couple of hours, I can delay my day a bit" Conrad explained.

" Yeah, well you have to pay for it, sorry" Spencer replied with his face against the man's shoulder.

" Oh of course, I understand completely" Conrad had spent almost 4000 credits for the boy's services last night, it would only be another 600 to keep him another 2 hours with his long duration and preferred customer discounts.

Spencer was keying on his GIP to advise the office of an extension as Conrad aroused him.

" Ok, we're good 'til 9 now" The boy reported as round 2 began.

Walking the hallway back to the team dorm, Spencer bumped into Raul.

"Hey how did the all nighter go Spence?" The senior boy asked.

"Pretty good, huge place, guy had a real cat" Spencer reported.

"You seeing him again?" Raul enquired.

"Didn't say" Spencer replied,

" Come on man you have to ask them!" Raul chided, " I told you always tell them you had a great time and always ask to see them again, oh man!"

"Yeah, that's never worked for me" Spencer rebutted

" You have to play it, they aren't going ask for specials or give a big tip just on their own, you have to ask them. Hey next time tell him about me! We could do a double for him" Raul suggested.

"Yeah I guess" Spencer said flatly as they entered the dorm

after showering Spencer napped a bit before reading his morning mail. Junk, mostly company stuff but in the middle of it all was a message from the Captain. Spencer had kept in touch with him, but over time the messages had grown less frequent and more factual. Gone were the days when they messaged about missing each other, both had moved on now. It seemed the Captain was moving to a passenger carrying ship and the asshole pilot was a commander now.

A new message chimed in, settlement for last night. That was quick usually took a couple of days to get these guys to pay me Spencer thought. The bill had come to 4410 credits after discounts and the man had given him a 1000 credit tip, pretty nice. He had also added a note about enjoying the evening and seeing him again soon well that was something. After corporate taxes and his bond payment Spencer was left with 2164 credits that was about two thirds of his usually weekly pay. Spencer recorded a voice message to send back to the customer.

" Yeah had a great time too Conrad, maybe next time your cat will let me pet him"

Customers weren't allowed to communicate directly with the service staff but did leave notes during settlement, usually when they were unhappy with service so it was nice to get a good one for a change Spencer thought. The staff was allowed to message customers when they wanted, however the company scanned them to ensure no side deals were being arranged.

Spencer had a rough week. He had two customer complaints about his poor role-playing and one about refusing a special 2 grades above his stated level. To top the week off a customer rejected him, as it seemed he ordered the wrong boy.

"Don't worry about it Spence" Jimmy consoled. "We all have bad weeks every now and then. Really only one incident is chargeable"

Spencer knew that meant he lost money. The customer got a credit and it came out of his pocket. Role-playing had never been one of Spencer's strengths; Raul was much better at it. Spencer found that he could never really get into acting without feeling goofy.

Spencer crashed into this pod and opened the mail. Mostly junk again followed by a booking.

"Read message," he ordered the computer

"Spencer Rhead. Booking for Sunday 3 P.M. tower 488 level 202 suite PH1. Special instructions follow: dress smart casual. Protocol casual. Activity level 3. Duration 18 hours."

18 hours all right, Spencer thought, thank you Conrad. Spencer opened the next message it was the same booking he thought at first and then clued into the fact that Conrad had booked him for 5 consecutive Sundays. Spencer couldn't contain his excitement and bolted out into the common area. He sped down the hallway to the gym finding Raul working his abs.

"Rich guy booked me again," he panted

"All right Spence!" Raul encouraged "good looks without brains can work" he jibed

"Yeah, 18 hours buddy!" Spencer was smiling broadly.

"Nice, 6300 credits" Raul calculated.

"Well, before tax and his discount" Spencer qualified

"Yeah his tip will cover that from what you said. You won't have to work the rest of week!" Raul said jealously.

"Yeah don't have to work for the next 5 weeks! Booked me consecutively!" Spencer reported

"Don't blow it kid, ride this meal ticket as long as you can" Raul advised

"Jimmy will be happy, we'll make our team numbers for sure now", Spencer wasn't too concerned with team performance but being below target and getting complaints was bad. Being above target they could take a few complaint penalties no problem.

Those 5 weeks came and went as Spencer sat naked in Conrad's living room on his 8th visit. Spencer had arrived in a black form fitting sleeveless shirt revealing his muscular shoulders. The tight black pants were pretty much a staple of Spencer's attire, which had moved to trendy casual. In fact Spencer was leaving clothes behind to make his weekly visits more convenient. He was so relaxed and natural, sitting half turned away, his hip exposed while he pet the now friendly cat. Previous rentals would purposely sit with legs splayed open or in contrived poses. Conrad much preferred Spencer's soft approach.

"I see you're ready" Spencer said softly.

"Huh?" Conrad was stirred from his distracted viewing.

" The monster awakes" the boy said cheekily. The monster was Spencer's name for Conrad's large endowment. He knew the man liked to be complemented; Spencer realized that part of his service was stress relief as well as ego stroking. Spencer walked over to the seated Conrad and stood bent over with his hands on the man's thighs. It had become sort of a tradition for Conrad to carry Spencer to the bedroom, usually in an over the shoulder fashion, which he did this evening. After an hour of passion the two rested sweaty and satisfied.

"I'm amazed you can go so long," Spencer said resting his head on the man's chest. "My other customers are done in half the time or less"

It bothered Conrad a bit to hear about other customers, after all he was buying a fantasy that Spencer was all his. No matter it was the first time he'd mentioned it.

"You seem to like it," the man said to the top of the boy's head as he stroked his soft slender back.

"Oh yeah, I unloaded twice" the boy reported.

"I'll let you in on a little secret, I take a pill to keep me going" Conrad explained.

"Hey that's all right, I take pills to keep my skin soft. You should take two pills next time!" The boy suggested

"Ah it doesn't quite work that way Spenny" the man informed. Spencer didn't like Conrad's pet name for him at first but he had come to adore that it was something only Conrad did.

" I could take the pill too," The boy offered.

" Doesn't work that way Spenny, it's for the giver not the receiver. I'm sure you'd have enough energy on your own anyway, you might go all night with a pill as well!" The man said chuckling.

"I can do you too," Spencer offered.

"No I'm not into that, I'm pretty basic in my needs," The man explained.

"Yeah" Spencer replied in a playfully sarcastic tone. " I could get another boy to come and you could watch us if you wanted"

" I don't know Spenny, what if I like the other boy more" Conrad chided

" You're so into me, I can tell" Spencer said playfully rubbing his face against the man's

" If only I could purr like a cat" he continued softly.

Spencer's words were so true, Conrad had fallen for the teen. In one way he wanted the boy all to himself, but he liked things kept at a business level. The boy was right; he had replaced the orange fur ball for his affections.

" I could use a device if you wanted more once I'm done" The man said returning to the original conversation.

"Not the same" Spencer reported " you're the important one remember" Spencer had caressed the man's chest and stomach with his face moving down to provide after pleasure. "Just relax" Spencer said as Conrad moaned, "I'm a professional" he added cheekily.

A couple of weeks later Spencer woke to the sound of the chirping computer. He lazily read his afternoon mail, a bit dismayed to find Conrad had not added any new bookings. He shot him quick note "hey I'm open on Sunday book me before someone else does." The next message was from Mr. Casse, the first message he'd seen from the director. It was booking an appointment to see him in two days. Spencer was apprehensive as there was no reason given.

"Jimmy, Director Casse wants to see me, why?" He asked.

" You're top performer these days Spence, nothing to worry about I'm sure" His supervisor reassured.

Friday came, the day of his meeting and still no booking from Conrad. He entered Mr. Casse's office tentatively.

" Yes Spencer you've done great work you're numbers are way up" Mr. Casse praised. "So I'm moving you to team 3"

"Moving me why?" Spencer enquired.

"Well you're doing longer sessions now and with a higher level of client, I think you've found your niche. Team 7 is about volume and I can see you're about quality," The director explained.

" What about my clients?" Spencer asked worried about Conrad.

" You'll be available to elite clients only now. Your new position is rated level 4, specials are part of the package, but you're rate goes up of course" Mr. Casse said as he stood.

Back at the dorm Spencer was down trodden to be leaving his friend.

" Man you're moving across the hall, it's not like we won't see each other! That is if I can allow myself to be seen with a team 3 snob" Raul reassured mockingly.

"Still not the same" Spencer said inconsolably.

Spencer took his few possessions to the team 3 dorm. The common room was larger and well furnished. Instead of 20 hatches there were 12 doors leading to the bedrooms. Each bedroom had a separate sleeping area for two boys and a private bath between them. Spencer's supervisor was a handsome 19-year-old man named Jens.

"Mr. Spencer Rhead, we've been waiting for you" he greeted.

Spencer smiled and did a slight greeting bow. Jens bowed lower.

"My job is to make you happy Spence," the man said putting arm around his shoulder and leading him toward a bedroom door. "You let me know if you need any help at all"

"There's 24 boys on the team?" Spencer asked doing the math.

"Yeah we're fully staffed, now" he said rustling the boy's hair. " We cover a larger territory than your old team but we have a smaller client base that books by the day, not the hour"

"How can I find out if a client is an elite member?" Spencer wanted to know about the situation with Conrad. He feared that's why Conrad hadn't booked him.

"Let me help with out there" Jens said warmly. As he led Spencer into room 'K' "your space is on the left and your senior Taku is on the right. We do it differently here, there's a senior in each room, it gives the new guys more help. Taku's 2 years younger than you, a lot of the guys get moved up younger but you've only been with us 5 months so I can't make you a senior"

"That's ok, I don't want to be a senior really" Spencer replied disinterestedly.

Spencer examined his new home. A 2 by 2 meter square, a desk with integrated computer and storage along the side. The bed was mounted up against the ceiling and lowered by command, as Jens demonstrated. The supervisor took Spencer's card and setup his functions, then he loaded the client database and found Conrad.

"Dude, not elite" Jens reported, " Super elite"

"He can book me?" Spencer wanted to confirm.

"He can book anyone on any team" Jens advised.

Spencer met his teammates through out the weekend, he found Taku easy to get along with, as he was quiet like himself. He agreed with Raul that a lot of the boys were snobby. Team's 2 and 3 shared a lounge unfortunately he couldn't get Raul in but Jimmy did drop in from time to time. Spencer sat in the lounge with Taku and Mika chatting about customers, the strange and crazy things they wanted them to do when his GIP chimed an urgent message.

Spencer withdrew to read his message " read urgent message" he commanded his wrist computer. "Sorry Spenny, I went to my head office in Beijing and got so caught up in everything I forgot to message you. I honestly thought I'd be back by now. I'll book you when I get back, promise." The soft male computer voice reported. Spencer had grown annoyed with the female default and had changed it.

Two weeks had passed and still nothing from Conrad. Spencer had new clients to keep him occupied though. He was making 4 times as many credits now, which helped him pay down his bond even quicker. Most of the time he was expected just to be himself. He had an older man who spent most of their time just stroking his hair and body. It hardly seemed an elite assignment. There was only one client that had pushed him, a small middle-aged man, about the same size as Spencer himself. On arriving Spencer was ordered to remove the plain clothes that he had been instructed to wear. The man then began strapping Spencer into a harness. The material was rough against his skin and the metal clasps were cold.

"I haven't done this before" he told his master

"Right then you just be still, I do all the work," the man said sternly.

As Spencer was restrained he found the bonds rather tight.

"Can you loosen the one on my belly, it's digging in," He asked.

The man repositioned the belt but didn't loosen it.

"Thanks" Spencer offered.

The man continued his work until Spencer was immobilized, arms wrapped around himself and his knees up to his chin.

"Open" the man commanded as a rubber object was placed at his mouth.

"What's that for" Spencer asked.

"To keep you quiet" The man replied. "No more talking, open"

Spencer accepted the mouth ball, it gagged him at first but he adjusted to it.

The teen was subjected to increasingly large objects entering him until the man tired of playing. In the morning Spencer was released from his captivity and was most relieved to have the clips on his nipples removed. When Spencer got home he was so worn out and tired that he booked himself unavailable for the next full day, and went straight to bed.

Taku found him much later, relaxing in the lounge's hot tub. The team's trainer had already massaged the boy but the warm tub was still welcome.

"Rough time I hear" the 13 year old with silky black hair asked as he joined Spencer

Spencer just nodded.

"I've had him before, he's a beast" Taku commiserated.

" I don't know why I'm wasted on that stuff, there's other guys that could do it" Spencer complained.

" You are now officially a team 3 snob" Taku pronounced. The two boys broke out laughing.

They were interrupted when Director Casse entered.

Both boys stood and bowed slightly in respect.

"Spencer, my boy we have to chat, if you'll excuse us Taku" The syrupy sounding voice commanded.

Spencer wasn't taking a personal visit from the director as a good sign.

"Spencer you've done great work here at Persacare and we'll be sorry to see you go" Casse explained.

"Go?" Spencer interrupted.

"You've impressed a customer and he's opted to purchase your bond, it belongs to him now" Casse continued.

"For how long?" Spencer was shocked and frightened by the prospect of being a bondage slave.

"Well you're not a slave, the client will still have to pay you of course. You've paid down 115,000 credits, rather impressive saving on your part my boy. With the annual salary rate, you would be finished paying in 13 months, or if you make the maximum overpayments it could be 9 months" Casse explained.

9 months of bondage hell, Spencer though he'd loose his mind, there had to be a way out of this.

" I wanna stay here" he spat out.

"Oh sorry it's a corporate decision my boy, you don't have any input, it's just business you see. You can come back to work for us once your bond is completed. Pack your things and of course surrender all company property. The security guards are waiting outside" Casse said as he turned to leave.

"Security?" Spencer quizzed.

"Nothing personal, standard procedure, take your time and good luck to you" With that Casse turned and left.

Security guards, so much for running Spencer thought. He knew there were rules about his treatment but most of those were in the contract holder's favour. He had to find a way to message Conrad before he left, it might be his last chance.

Chapter 5

Spencer was filled with dread as he got out of the tub, dried off and dressed. There were two security men outside the lounge. They followed Spencer to his room and waited while he collected his meager belongings. Taku had left him his space although Spencer would have liked the company as the disinterested Security men stood by.

"Can we move this along kid" one of them grunted.

"I just need to send a message and then I'm done" Spencer replied.

"Don't bother kid, all your passwords are expired" the guard reported.

Mika and Taku were in the hall with Jens to say goodbye. The boys from team 7 were there as well, including Seb. Raul's goodbye was the most emotional for the two boys although neither would admit to being on the verge of tears. There were promises to keep in touch and the like but with Raul, Spencer had a feeling it wouldn't be the last time they'd see each other. The Security men walked Spencer out into the main lobby.

"Data card" one guard said flatly.

Spencer handed him is Persacare ID; this was it, he was officially done with his first job on Earth. The Guard handed him a small plastic packet.

"Your new employers information" the guard grunted.

Spencer took the packet and stuffed it in his bag. He then walked out into the elevator waiting area waving to Raul as he left. After a minute Spencer turned to realize he was alone. The Guards hadn't followed him and were nowhere in site. Dumbfounded Spencer selected level 10 the mass transit station. His mind was racing as the elevator descended, becoming ever more crowded at each level it stopped. The moon he thought. If I can get there I'll have a chance, it'll be some time before they figure out I've gone and by then I can get a freighter outbound. The security force would search the cameras in the city for him, check is movements and seek to trap him. Municipal police would only be involved in criminal activities; it would be up to the security company to enforce corporate violations. Spencer knew if he were caught, the fine for violating his contract would likely extend his bond more than a decade.

The transit level was a hub of activity, people rushing about moving from intersecting tube lines and through connecting bridges to other buildings. Spencer moved through the crush of the crowd to a net café off to the side, looking to see if anyone might be following him. There were over 100 stations and a food service bar in the café. Spencer moved past the occupied areas to the more secluded back of the café. He sat at an empty terminal and dug through his bag for his new employer's packet. Upon opening it he found his new datacard and an infostick. He inserted the black card, which had only his name on it, into the computer. Spencer called up information on flight times off planet. He could get to the Spaceport in 20 minutes and 'check in' in about the same. The next flight was in 4 hours. That should be ok, his new employer wouldn't report him overdue that fast and even if he did security wouldn't treat him as a priority for sometime. A man interrupted Spencer's rapid computer activities, startling him.

"Sir may I get you anything, a beverage perhaps?"

"Ah, yeah, ok, a raspberry pepsi please" Spencer said.

Spencer's GIP couldn't receive any e-mail as it was the companies mail service. The comm did work however and so he keyed Conrad. Each time though there was no answer. Then it dawned on the teen that he was calling the empty penthouse in New York, he supposed that Conrad had not forwarded the line, still he left a frantic message.

"Call me as soon as you can, my bond was sold and I'm not sure what's going on". Spencer didn't want to mention what his plans may be in case it was used to find him once his run began.

Spencer decided it was time to read the infostick and find out when and were he was expected; the information would be of value in his escape plans. Spencer inserted it into the computer and sat back in his chair sighing as he read the filename.

Spenny.

His relief and gratitude gave way to anger, how could he leave me hanging like this! The boy thundered. He called up the file and ran the message.

Conrad's face came on, " Spenny, I've been promoted and I'm being relocated. I can't take the fur ball with me, so I sold him to a good friend. Well you know by now I bought your contract. I've arranged a little vacation for us before relocating; all the flight instructions are on this stick. You're going to love this place it's what the Earth used to be like. I've opened an expense account for you, use the credits as you like. See you soon."

Spencer read the data on the infostick, he was to take an atmospheric flight to Thailand and then ground transport to the resort at Laem Phanwa. The flight wasn't until tomorrow and so Conrad had left him access to the penthouse on his datacard.

As his Pepsi was delivered Spencer dialed Raul on his GIP.

"Persacare this is Raul" The teen answered.

"Hey it's Spence, are you booked tonight?" the boy enquired.

"Hey, Spence it seems like you just left" The boy said sarcastically.

"Rich guy bought my bond, I'm flying out tomorrow. I have the Penthouse to myself tonight though. Can you come over?" Spence wondered.

"Rich guy eh, that's a relief, I was ready to start a free Spence fund for you. Yeah I'm open, I'll book myself off" Raul replied.

"Meet me in the café on the transit level, I'll wait for you". Spencer instructed.

"Ok, give me 15" Raul said as he closed the link.

Spencer went about setting up a private e-mail for his GIP and then ordered a catered dinner for the penthouse. Raul entered the café and approached Spencer who noticed him. Spencer logged out and packed up. Raul embraced him and the two kissed passionately. Two teen boys making out in public didn't cause a stir. In fact the only one who took any notice with an admiring glance was the waiter as he cleaned Spencer's station for the next customer.

"Miss me already" Spencer said softly as they disengaged.

"No but I'm going to" Raul replied, ever flippant.

The two rode the tube to Conrad's building and then up the elevator to the top floor. As they entered Raul was impressed with the penthouse.

"Not bad for a rich guy" he said admiringly. "No wonder you couldn't wait to get here every week"

"Come over here" Spencer motioned, " look at the view"

"Naw I'm good here," Raul said, as he sat in the luxurious chair "I'm not that good with heights".

After a tour of the apartment, Spencer took delivery of their dinner. The two teens devoured the catered meal ravenously.

"So where are you moving?" Raul asked.

"China I think, we're going to Thailand for a vacation first" Spencer replied between mouthfuls.

"Where's the cat you told me about" Raul asked scanning the room. "I haven't seen it?"

"Conrad sold it, he can't take it with him." Spencer replied.

"To China? Why not?" Raul inquired.

Spencer shrugged his shoulders as he ate.

"He needed the money to buy you I bet", Raul suggested.

"Naw, my bond is only like four hundred thousand," Spencer explained.

"That's just the bond. He has to pay for your contract AND for the transfer fee AND the taxes. I bet you cost him 6 or 7 hundred thousand easy. What's a real cat worth? Million, million and a half maybe." Raul explained. "He should have enough left over to buy me too!" The flippant teen added.

"Yeah it's too bad we're not staying in New York, we could still hang." Spencer lamented.

"Yeah" Raul sighed lacking a sarcastic comment.

After the gorging was done the two sat on the soft couch and watched the big screen's entertainment. Spencer got up to refill their drinks and upon returning sat closer to Raul, resting his head on the buff teen's muscular shoulder.

"Forgetting the rules again boy. Don't get attached to the customers, don't get attached to the other boys, you broke'm both". Raul chided as he put his arm around the base of Spencer's back.

"You broke the rules in the café" Spencer accused softly.

"I was just being nice" Raul said with cheekily.

"We don't work together anymore," Spencer reasoned as he began another make out session by kissing Raul's neck and then licking his ear. Soon both were engaged in primal mating urges, stripping off clothing as they continued to stimulate each other. Spencer broke away from the writhing naked teen bodies.

"Conrad has a pill, makes him go twice as long," Spencer panted.

"Yeah I know about those, think he's still got some here?" Raul enquired.

"I'll look" Spencer replied as he leapt off Raul and sped to the bathroom.

He returned and presented Raul with a greenish pill on his palm. Raul swallowed it.

"You take one?" he enquired.

"Doesn't work that way," Spencer said as he remounted.

"So I gotta do all the work," The sarcastic one replied.

"No" Spencer said softly as he straddled Raul and took him inside. Spencer rode to give them both pleasure as the Captain had taught him. Several positions later Raul was finally finished after almost 3 hours of rapture. The pair then stumbled off to the bedroom; Spencer lay on Raul's chest.

"You were amazing, I unloaded like 5 or 6 times" he complimented.

"The pill was amazing, how can an old guy take it?" The exhausted Raul asked.

"He goes slower and he's doesn't last like more than an hour" Spencer explained.

"I'm still hard!" Raul said as he looked down his firm body.

The two slept wrapped together and when they awoke Raul was flaccid again. Spencer insisted on them showering together and after finding nothing to eat in the penthouse they went out to breakfast.

Raul took the tube out to the spaceport with Spencer to say goodbye. Standing at the station Raul said, "well this it kid, again."

Spencer embraced him warmly and then spat out, " I love you Raul"

"Oh come on man, we worked together, we had good times, don't be doing the love thing" Raul had become rather hardened to such emotions, working with clients who far too often expressed them. For Raul love was something felt at the moment of orgasm.

Spencer was suddenly embarrassed, his love wasn't returned, he sheepishly disengaged.

"Yeah good times" said softly.

"Go and love Conrad, he needs you more" Raul offered.

Spencer turned to leave as Raul pulled his arm and embraced him for another goodbye. "Yeah I love ya too buddy, e-mail me every week" he said warmly.

"Every day" Spencer said in a hushed voice.

Raul turned and strode back into a waiting tube car. He didn't turn as Spencer waved anyway.

Spencer had some time before his flight and wanting a distraction he went to a salon at the spaceport. He got a manicure, a pedicure and a facial cleansing. Then he had his hair done especially for Conrad. Finally boarding the dart like airplane he found Conrad had booked him in first class. Spencer reclined comfortably after the craft was airborne, availing himself of all the options in first class.

"I'll have the beef, the mashed potatoes and the red merlot please" he advised the sky waitress.

"Sir you have to be over 16 to order alcohol" She advised.

"Oh yeah" He said sheepishly. Conrad and his other customers had always allowed him alcohol, even though he rarely over indulged. This was the first time he'd tried to order it in public.

Waiting for his meal Spencer looked out his window. The craft was now cruising at twenty two thousand meters and traveling at mach 5. The journey would take about 3 air hours but still it seemed too long as Spencer yearned for the reunion with Conrad.

"I think you're hair is cute, if you don't mind me saying so" The sky waitress commented as she served dinner. Spencer just smiled back. He noticed that in place of a wine glass he got a juice cup. Grape juice he noticed as he drank, how juvenile he thought.

Conrad waited in the airport looking for Spencer as the throng of humanity rushed pasted him. Each time he saw a blond mop of hair he was disappointed it wasn't his boy. When Spencer finally did arrive he was practically on top of Conrad when the man noticed him.

"Oh hey I was starting to thing you'd gotten lost" The man greeted as Spencer immediately bear hugged him. Conrad put on arm around the teens back as Spencer held on tight.

"I missed you too Spenny" Conrad continued.

"You have no idea" Spencer mumbled his face buried in the man's chest.

"That's an interesting hair colour" Conrad complimented.

"In honour of fur ball" Spencer said proudly as he finally untangled himself from the embrace.

Spencer's hair was dyed orange with darker rusty streaks. It was as if he was wearing the cat on his head. Conrad led the boy through the crowd, holding his hand as much to avoid loosing him as for comfort. Finally they found their ground transport, a wheeled vehicle that held perhaps 20 passengers. The hydrogen powered machine sped down several roads and out into a desolate countryside, finally reaching the resort. Spencer found it a rough ride compared to anything he'd ridden before and would be glad to get off the thing.

The resort was contained within a large dome, shaped in an oval about a kilometer long and half as wide. The vehicle drove into an enclosed yard. As they exited and walked toward the hotel entrance, Spencer felt the rush of fresh air blowing at him. Once in side the lobby there was a strange yet somehow familiar smell to the air. As Conrad arranged things with the staff Spencer gazed about the room, decorated with statues mostly of nude youths.

Conrad led Spencer through a set of double doors, working as an airlock with the second set opening only after the first had closed. They walked into the dome structure and then it hit Spencer.

"It's a little agro dome" He commented, as he took in the greenery. There was grass, large palm trees and various other foliage were set out randomly. The Sun was glistening down as it came through the transparent roof, which filtered the damaging ultra violet rays.

"Little? I guess by Martian standards. This is what the earth used to be like Spenny" Conrad commented.

Spencer noticed the people, guests and staff moving about in the vast open areas. About half of them were naked as it seemed clothing wasn't required. A large number of them were children mostly the darker skinned locals.

Conrad led Spencer on the hunt for their suite, a 2-room apartment with large windows facing out onto the dome. Their luggage had already arrived and had been unpacked by the time they got there. Spencer explored the suite with it's king sized master bed a sitting area and bar. As Spencer rounded the bar his eye caught a small boy closing the cool unit. The lad stood holding up a tray of fresh fruit on offer to Spencer. The boy was dark skinned and appeared about 10. He was naked except for a small white collar around his neck, which it seemed popular with the other children he'd seen scampering about the dome.

"Who's this!" Spencer called out to Conrad while pointing at the boy disapprovingly.

"What? Oh yes, he's our house boy, he comes with the room." Conrad explained.

Spencer took a piece of pineapple and joined Conrad on the couch facing the window. The boy joined them as well offering the same tray to Conrad.

"I guess he does more than bring fresh towels," Spencer said sarcastically.

"There's a robot that does that. Each room gets a personal servant, I could get a girl you'd rather" The man continued.

Spencer shot him a disapproving glance and shook his head.

"You already have a personal servant mister" Spencer said possessively.

Leaving the boy in their room the two went to the massive pool and swam nude. Spencer really enjoyed the simulation of begin outside; being nude was just an added bonus. The teen got a floatation pad and drifted around the artificial river that circled the central part of the dome. He was surprised to see small tree dwelling animals and actual birds. Conrad must be paying a fortune to stay here he thought. His day of laziness came to an end when Conrad found him.

"Spencer! We have dinner reservations in half an hour come on lets go!" He said sternly.

Spencer obediently trotted to Conrad although he wasn't happy to have been snapped at. The boy had learned that saying nothing was best when Conrad was frustrated; his moods didn't last long if not encouraged. The boy's pale body glistened in the sun as the water dripped off him. Conrad noticed his beauty's head down and felt guilty for speaking so strongly to him in public. He silently took the teen's hand as they returned quickly to the room. His clasp was strongly returned.

Dinner was an awesome feast of various sampling dishes but Spencer was the star attraction at the table of 8 guests. The personal servants didn't join the guests in the formal dinning room so Spencer found himself the only young person there. Spencer was honoured when Conrad introduced him as his friend, rather than a servant. Everyone was polite but it was clear that they all lusted for him.

Back in the room Conrad immediately picked up his teen and flung him over his shoulder carrying him to the bedroom. He tossed the boy onto the soft bed, thinking that Spencer had gained some weight.

"So what do you wanna do tonight" Spencer laid in a seductive pose his arms behind his head.

"Oh you know pound the snot out of you 'til I collapse, nothing special." Conrad said mockingly.

He undressed the boy and then himself. The man then rolled the boy over and pulled his hips up and into the preferred position. He took the fully engorged monster and inserted it into the waiting hole. Spencer thought Conrad was being a little too rough with him tonight. The undressing was aggressive and the positioning unnecessarily so. Conrad had given them both a quick lubrication and then plowed in. Spencer had advised him long ago that doing it slowly was of no help; only once a large part was in did he get any pleasure. The monster instantly expanded Spencer's hole. It was still the largest endowment of any of his customers. Spencer grunted loudly as it entered, lifting his chest off the bed on his arms, trying to accept the turbid implement without tightening himself, which would cause further pain. Within two seconds Conrad had pushed two thirds of it deep into his boy and Spencer moaned with pleasure as his bowels were filled.

"Oh yeah" he gasped.

Conrad pushed the last part in as Spencer had completed relaxed now. "Ready?" He asked as he already began the piston action.

"Pound me!" His Spenny commanded.

Conrad obliged and while the first round didn't last as long as the teen had hoped, there was a second and a third! Spencer was in heaven, his head whipping orgasms seemed to last forever with something so large inside him. Conrad knew he was being aggressive but so was Spencer. He didn't remember a time that the boy was so active in pushing back and urging the man on with a symphony of grunts and moans. When Spencer had first started out on the station he had always remained passive and quiet but as he gained experience on Earth he had learned that being active and fully expressing himself was more appreciated by his customers. Some of which practically held conversations with him but with Conrad quick simple words were all that was acceptable. As Conrad began to tire the boy would urge him on.

"More, more, yeah, more" Was the extent of the dialogue.

Finally Conrad was finished and did collapse on Spencer. Realizing that as a large man Spencer couldn't bear his weight he rolled them both over and Spencer waited for him to become flaccid before pulling off. He then rolled over and fell into a deeply satisfied sleep.

Spencer awoke to the unmistakable sounds of sex. Loud throaty grunts were coming from the adjacent suite. Spencer started to become excited as his listened wondering what he and Conrad sounded like beyond the walls. Spencer started to feel guilty at his excitement, as he heard the squealing sounds of a young voice seeming to convey more pain than pleasure. Thankfully it did last long and Spencer's thoughts returned to his master. He liked resting his head on Conrad and running his fingers through the man's hairy chest. Soon Spencer felt a hand caressing his back and ass. Then the hand stroked his neck and fingers ran though his hair. Spencer suckled on each of the man's nipples. Although he found it personally distasteful, Spencer gently licked each of his man's armpits, stirring him with pleasurable moans. The boy felt the man's hand on the top of his head and knew the signal meant that it was time to service the monster. As if choreographed he lay across the man, gripping the monster firmly he began to please it. Once again satisfied Conrad stroked Spencer's hair.

"I think I'll start calling you furry instead," the man said commenting on the boy's orange hair.

Spencer had moved to lie on Conrad gently rubbing their bodies together.

"Sorry you had to sell fur ball to get me, you can just pay me enough to cover the bond, maybe you could get him back" Spencer consoled.

"I didn't need to sell fur ball to get you, I just can't take him where we're going" The man replied with a mischievous grin.

"Where are we going" Spencer quizzed.

Conrad pulled the teen's face to his and after impassioned kissing broke away and said,

"Mars".

Chapter 6

Mars, the red planet, it wasn't that long ago that humans dreamt of traveling there. Several decades of robotic missions put landers on the surface to explore it's rugged terrain and orbiters to scan it from above. Soon after the first manned missions landed for short stays. The first permanent colonists were based near the pole where they could extract water and hydrogen for power. The construction of the massive agro domes followed in the subsequent decades until the first Martian city Utopia planetia crept to a hundred thousand people. As immigration boomed the colonial government sought to control expansion as the Martian population topped ten million. Strict visa and import policies were in place on the planet, which currently held just under 30 million people. There's so much room, was the argument often used for unbridled expansion in the land of opportunity. The reality was one of useable space and the strain on the fragile infrastructure of the biospheres.

Spencer and Conrad had ridden a space plane up to the orbital dockyard to catch their cruiser to Mars. The massive ship was waiting in high orbit as the pair transferred to a ferry for the final embarkation. Spencer had mixed feelings about returning to Mars having spent most of his adolescence trying to get to Earth. He did have fond memories of his early childhood and his mother but Conrad wasn't his mother, or his father. His love of the man was born of passion. Spencer saw the ship out the window of the ferry. She was the Celestron, an Empress class passenger cruiser of the Nexstar fleet. The ship carried 2700 passengers and almost a thousand crew. Most passengers were just visiting the red planet but a few like themselves were making a permanent voyage. The ship was made of three major parts. The front was a massive disc that served as a debris shield as the vessel plowed through space. The middle part was the largest, a 300 meter long cylinder 80 meters in diameter. This was the passenger compartment, which rotated along the central axis to generate centrifugal gravity. At the end of the ship were the four massive nuclear engines.

The ferry docked to the gantry and the 300 passengers aboard starting making their way onto the ship, using their grav-slippers to keep their feet on the floor. Spencer disliked being weightless; it certainly made his carry on bag lighter but disturbed his equilibrium. Once aboard they got the benefit of the rotating cylinder's gravity. The passengers lined up for registration moving along slowly through 4 automated entry ports. Conrad preceded Spencer and was denied entry with the machine referring him to an agent.

"This way Earther" A uniformed man called to Conrad.

Spencer sought to follow but was sent back,

"One at a time kid, go through and wait in the lobby," The man instructed.

"I'll see you on the other side in a few minutes Spencer" Conrad reassured.

Spencer entered his card in the slot and was scanned by the machine.

"Spencer Rhead, citizen of Mars" The formal male voice indicated.

"Welcome aboard Spencer Rhead, you are in cabin 205 on deck 9, enjoy your journey home" The machine greeted as the door on the other side opened.

Spencer eventually bored of waiting the lobby for Conrad after half an hour, perhaps he's gone to the cabin another route Spencer thought. He decided to head down to his cabin, which wasn't far, near the front of the cylinder. Spencer found the room and used his datacard to enter. The suite was 25 meters square and featured two twin beds, a sitting area, vanity area, cool unit, head with whirlpool tub a shower and a large screen. The screen was displaying an image of Earth from orbit. The large screen created an illusion of a window in the cabin as the cylinder had none. Spencer switched to various channels looking fore and aft as he cycled through the options. The room steward came by with their luggage on a robot carrier.

"Good day sir, may I unpack for you" The man greeted with a bow.

"Yes please and could we get the beds made up into one?" Spencer asked.

"Of course sir, it will be done within the hour" The man replied.

Spencer left the man to his work and wondered the ship, arriving back in the lobby hoping he'd find Conrad waiting impatiently for him. Arriving there he found no sign of Conrad and thought he'd just wait. He examined all the artwork and read the list of ship's officers to amuse himself. Seeing a uniformed agent he thought to stop him but just before he could he saw Conrad enter the lobby through the same door. Spencer knew immediately from his body language that he wasn't in a good mood.

"You do all the paperwork in advance and they still give you a good going over" The man lamented.

Spencer led Conrad to the Cabin which was now made up as one king sized bed with everything unpacked. Conrad sat at the desk organizing his documentation as Spencer began to rub his shoulders.

"What are you doing" Conrad snapped, sending Spencer into a retreat.

"Just give me a minute will you" The man continued as he sought to gain some control over his situation.

After five minutes guilt set in and he felt bad snapping at Spencer for trying to help. He walked over to where the boy sat on the bed; lifting his chin the man kissed him on the forehead.

"Sorry Spence I'm all spun up. Rub me down please?" The man offered as he removed his shirt and lay on the bed. Spencer went to work on the man's back and shoulders.

"You are tense, what did they do to you" Spencer asked as he found tight muscles everywhere.

"I'm aboard, that's all that matters now," The man mumbled between moans and groans.

It took Spencer a couple of hours to get Conrad relaxed and by then the ship had undocked and began positioning for it's transmartian burn. The formal reception would be in an hour followed by dinner. Conrad began dressing and motioned for Spencer to open a suit bag brought in by the steward. It was semi formal clothes he had bought for him. The boy put on the loose fitting blue pants and then a long blue and white shirt with a deep neckline and big collar. The shirt was a work of art in itself with swirling wave designs on the front and a plain navy blue back. The open collar exposed much of Spencer's pale chest. Spencer was indeed the smart dressed man, Conrad thought.

The pair headed down to the reception in the lounge and milled about with the other passengers. Conrad saw some company men, also dressed in black tuxedos and introduced Spencer to them. The conversation turned to business and the teen wondered off disinterested. He noticed that there were some other kids aboard and spotted a teen about his age standing near one of the large view screens with what appeared to be his younger brother, both dressed in matching white.

The teen spotted Spencer approach,

"Awesome shirt, guy" The boy complemented.

"Thanks, I'm Spencer" He greeted with a bow.

"Don't be so formal, I'm Kyle and this is Kevin," the teen said gesturing to the smaller boy. Both boys had dark red hair and tons of freckles, which stood out with their all white attire.

"First space flight?" Spencer asked.

"We've been to the moon but this is our first trip on a cruiser, you?" Kyle responded.

"I'm a Martian but I lived on an asteroid station for while and been on Earth for a few months. This is my first cruiser, I traveled by freighter before." Spencer reported, finding it strange to introduce himself as Martian.

"Awesome a Martian" the younger boy chimed in.

"I hate these things, I hate having to dress this way, at least you look cool" Kyle lamented ignoring his brother. "Yeah my employer is doing the business thing over there" Spencer said gesturing to the black suited group of men.

"We're in 356 on deck 7, our parents cabin is across the hall if were not there, we should hang later. I'm 14 and this puke is 11" Kyle offered. Spencer knew there was value in having a friend for the 9 week journey and Kyle seemed as good as any for now.

"I'm 15, were in 205 deck 9." Spencer reciprocated. He though Kyle would have been older, he had Raul's build and stood a touch taller than himself.

Kyle's mother called for the pair as the cruise director was calling for attention.

"I'll call you later" Kyle said while making a strange hand gesture Spencer had never seen.

" Ok, I hope we can hang out later too Kevin" Spencer graciously offered the younger brother as he too made the strange gesture. Must be a greeting of some kind Spencer though as the two scurried over to their parents. Spencer returned to stand by Conrad as the director was announcing their departure from Earth orbit.

"Exciting times folks the Captain has given the order for the transmartian burn and we'll be on our way very soon" The energetic man said as a count down clock came on the screen at 23 seconds. The crowd counted down from 10 and then at 0 the ship vibrated as the powerful engines pushed the massive vessel out of Earth's grasp and on its way to Mars.

The Captain and Cruise director took the applause of the crowd.

"Take your seats please folks dinner is being served shortly," The director said as he and Captain retreated to a table located at the front of the dinning hall on a slightly elevated dais.

"Lets sit at that table" Spencer said gesturing to where the Captain and director had gone.

"No, that's the Captain's table, only invitees get to sit there and I'm afraid to report that I'm not quite important enough to get us up there" Conrad replied jovially.

"Maybe I am" Spencer replied with a wry smile and walked toward his target. Conrad was the one sheepishly in tow this time, not sure what the boy was planning but preparing to divert him the moment things got embarrassing.

The Captain was chatting with the Director and first officer when he noticed a cute boy with funny orange hair approaching. Oh another would be space pilot with a thousand questions the Captain lamented; well at least this one was cute. Only once Spencer stood across the table did the Captain look directly at him. The man shot up from his chair, spilling his salad on the director. Taking no heed of his actions the dumbfounded Captain could only manage to say,

"Spencer!"

The boy bowed in greeting and the Captain put his hands on Spencer's cheeks; he was too far away to hug.

"Look at the size of you boy" The Captain complemented the young man as he regained his composure.

"Thanks for the extra salad Captain" The director sarcastically interrupted as he cleaned himself off.

"May I present my employer, Vice President Conrad Brock Novanet Corporation" Spencer said formally as he gestured to Conrad who moved forward.

"Mr. Brock may I present Captain Callum Worthy, my former commander at Nexstar" Spencer continued.

Both men gave the appropriate bows and nice to meet you comments.

"You're looking very well Spence, done well for yourself I see" The Captain admired.

"You as well sir, you have a very nice ship" Spencer returned.

"Please join me for dinner, both of you" The Captain invited.

"No, no I'll leave you two to catch up" Conrad suggested as Spencer moved around the table.

"Conrad please join us," Spencer countered as he cocked his head to one side and gestured with an aggressive point to a chair beside him.

Conrad acquiesced and sat beside Spencer who was between him and the Captain. Spencer brought the Captain up to speed with the goings on in his life and dominated the conversation right up to desert, despite the cruise director's attempts at witty interruptions.

As dinner closed good evenings were exchanged and the pair returned to their cabin.

"I guess you were more important," Conrad offered as they traversed the hallway.

Spencer smiled,

"I'm all yours don't worry"

" I don't know perhaps the Captain will make me an offer," Conrad rebuked.

Spencer was quickly undressed and naked in bed as Conrad went through his evening routine.

"Ready for action sir" Spencer said with a mock salute while lying on his side.

"Oh not tonight Spenny, I'm beat" Conrad said as he climbed into bed. The two cuddled up and fell asleep in the pitch-black cabin.

Spencer enjoyed the cruise; there were lots of things for him and Kyle to explore. He took his freckled friend to the Bridge to meet the Captain. He kept his visits with his old mentor to a reasonable frequency and always in public. Conrad didn't mind, in fact he was engrossed in preparing for his new assignment, spending long hours working.

Kyle and Spencer sat at the end of one of the four pools waiting for Kevin to appear out the end of the water slide again. Kyle gestured to a girl their age near the end of the pool.

"She's hot", he commented.

"Yeah, she's nice but I'm not into girls" Spencer admitted.

"Oh" was all Kyle said.

After lunch Kyle asked,

"Can we go to your cabin?"

"Naw, Conard's working likely" Spencer lamented his workaholic habits.

"We can go to mine but my brother might be there," Kyle suggested.

"Ok" Spencer agreed and the two wondered down to the boy's 17 square meter cabin. It had twin beds and was as messy as could be expected with two boys living in it. Kyle peeled off his shorts and threw them aside revealing that he did have freckles everywhere.

"Kyle?" Spencer quizzed.

"Well if you're not into girls" Kyle said gesturing with his hands to his growing endowment.

Spencer shrugged and got down on his knees before the freckled beast. He pleasured the small member as he eased Kyle into lying on the bed. Kyle was quick and loud as he bucked his hips wildly. While the younger boy lay panting Spencer removed his shorts and climbed into bed. He rubbed their soft bodies together and then lay on his belly.

"Put it in me" he suggested.

Kyle swung around and positioned himself behind. He entered Spencer with his recovered member and humped furiously. Clearly Kyle was enjoying it more than Spencer but with the lack of action from Conrad he was happy to be getting something. Kyle unloaded 6 times and couldn't give Spencer anymore. Technically Spencer hadn't broken his contract; he was allowed personal friends, just as long as he didn't make a profit on the encounter.

Spencer ended up sitting with Conrad at Dinner as the other businessmen at the table droned on boring him. That evening Conrad found time to be with Spencer.

"I'm sorry I haven't spent much time with you lately" Conrad said between kisses.

As they neared Mars Spencer was still getting more action from Kyle than his employer. The younger boy had gained some stamina while pumping him. On occasion he would even spend the night in the boys cabin, with Conrad's blessing.

Spencer returned to the Cabin after another day of adventure with Kyle. Today they were on the Bridge for the final course correction before the orbital insertion burn. Spencer enjoyed the bustling activity of the ship and wondered if he might try and find a way to stay onboard, Conrad didn't appear to need him after all. As the pair walked to dinner Conrad asked,

"I have a request for you, and it's just that you can feel completely free to refuse if you want".

"Ok, what is it" Spencer quizzed.

"Mark from our table, he's taken a liking to you and asked if he could borrow you for an evening" Conrad explained.

"Only if you want to," he repeated.

"Yeah ok" Spencer said quietly. He knew his contract allowed Conrad to loan him out to anyone he wished but was still disappointed that he had.

"Oh, ok, well you've been bugging me for more action so I thought it would work out for all involved" Conrad explained.

"I said yes" Spencer spat out, frustrated that Conrad didn't get it.

Spencer followed Mark to his cabin after dinner and stripped down for his customer. Mark's endowment was no monster but it was still man sized and gave Spencer some pleasure.

"Come on, keep going," He pleaded with the tiring man.

"You're insatiable kid" Mark panted giving Spencer what he could.

Spencer finally unloaded and Mark pulled out. The teen hadn't reached orgasm and felt dissatisfied with the experience. How could Conrad just loose interest he wondered and then loan me out to this guy.

Spencer went back to his cabin and found Conrad still working, he retired and fell asleep before the man came to bed. Conrad knew he was ignoring Spencer and did feel guilty. The kid is here for me not the other way around he reminded himself. The man tried to console Spencer with little affections like good morning kissing but it seemed that the boy was drifting from him. Did I make a mistake taking from Earth he wondered, I though this one was special.

Another formal party was held for the orbital insertion maneuver. Spencer skipped it to be on the Bridge. The Captain wasn't cold to Spencer he had just remained at a professional distance knowing the boy was working for another man. After the maneuver the Champaign was popped and the ship settled into orbit around the red planet. Down on the lounge deck Kyle was getting as much Champaign as he could, some consolation for his parents requiring his presence. Conrad knew where Spencer must be and thought that the boy would enjoy being on the Bridge more than standing around in formal wear. He did become a bit concerned when Spencer failed to take his chair for dinner. Scanning the dinning room Conrad checked the Captains table and then glanced over to where Kyle and his family sat. There was still no sign of the boy when the cruise director began his speech on disembarkation for tomorrow morning. It was the last night on the ship as the ferries would come to tender the passengers over to the descent platform in the morning.

Conrad found Spencer lazing in bed, naked as usual.

"Missed dinner." Conrad said flatly.

"Didn't feel like eating" Spencer replied quietly.

Conrad sat beside Spencer on the bed and scratched the boy's back.

"Pound me," he mumbled.

"Hmm?" Conrad quizzed

"Pound me now!" Spencer demanded.

Conrad was taken aback by the boy's sudden aggressive tone.

"I'm in charge here," he told the teen sternly.

"Yeah" was the sarcastic reply.

"Sex isn't love Spencer" The man tried to explain.

What the hell does that mean Spencer thundered in his thoughts. He had ever told Conrad he loved him, with how things turned out with Raul he wasn't eager to be disappointed again. He did think it implied though and now Conrad was telling him this? He doesn't love me Spencer thought.

Conrad could sense this was going badly as Spencer rolled away from him and remained silent. Spencer was in such moods lately he couldn't seem to say the right thing to him.

Conrad began stroke the boy's back and then dug his fingers into his belly aggressively tickling his young beauty. Spencer roared,

" No tickling! I hate tickling" The boy rolled out of bed and with a thud onto the floor.

"Take it easy Spenny" Conrad pleaded.

The boy stood fully enraged " I hate it when you call me that!"

Conrad was again taken aback, " I had no idea," he blurted quietly.

Spencer had quickly dressed and stormed for the door.

"Where are you going" Conrad said sternly as he stood.

Spencer left without a word, leaving Conrad in emotional turmoil. He wanted to chase the boy but he wasn't sure he'd know what to say anyway.

Chapter 7

Spencer stormed the hallways of the cruiser, his hate for Conrad fully in his mind. Asshole gets me off Earth, ignores me, loans me out to some guy, and then he starts with this sex isn't love shit, what the hell! Spencer thought.

His wanderings took him to the Bridge. The Captain was his fall back; if Conrad didn't want him anymore he'd ask the Captain to take him. Arriving on the command deck Spencer found only one officer, a young ensign perhaps 3 years older than himself.

"Where's the Captain?" he asked.

"Night watch in orbit, everyone one's retired, only time I get to be officer of the deck" The teen replied flippantly.

"Passengers aren't allowed up here anyway," he continued.

"I served with the Captain on a freighter," Spencer explained.

" Well I still don't think..."

The ensign was interrupted by an alarm.

"Impact warning, impact warning," the formal male computer voice reported.

Spencer and ensign looked at each other as the ship shook violently.

"Impact, passenger compartment, mid ship port side, decompression warning" The computer reported.

"What the hell!" Spencer snapped.

"I don't know" The ensign frantically replied.

"Something's hit us, must have come by the shield, pulled in by Mars gravity maybe" Spencer suggested.

"Do something," Spencer ordered.

"Yeah, yeah, Captain to the bridge, pilots to the bridge, emergency stations, emergency stations" The ensign barked.

"Decompression warning" The computer repeated.

The young ensign was in shock as Spencer stared at him. Spencer stepped toward the command console and activated the emergency control screen. He saw that two compartments of the cylinder were venting atmosphere. He selected the options to close all bulkhead doors he needed to stop the entire ship from venting. The controls were pretty much identical to the emergency controls on the Star Master. Thankfully the pilot of that ship made him memorize the emergency panel.

"Stop that" The ensign ordered.

"We have to stop the venting" Spencer explained.

"The pilot will be here," The ensign said frantically.

"Bulk head doors closed" The computer reported.

"He won't now," Spencer reported.

Spencer could see on the view screen that the impact had knocked the ship into a new orbit; the back end of the ship was drifting downward toward Mars. All bad, Spencer thought.

"Warning atmospheric contact in 19 minutes" The computer warned. The ship was spiraling down, lacking any heat shield the cruiser would burn up shortly after contact with the atmosphere.

Spencer searched the menu on the console for thruster control. He finally found it and tried to pulse the aft jets.

"Thrusters offline" The computer reported.

"We have to abandon the ship," Spencer told the ensign.

"No we can't, the Captain will be here" The ensign replied frantically.

"Look at it, we're going in. Order the evacuation" Spencer reasoned.

The ensign entered his passcode and selected the large red icon. The computer did the rest.

"Abandon ship, abandon ship, all passengers and crew to the life pods" The computer said as a claxon rang.

Spencer saw some of the pods jettison away but most remained in place. He scanned the console seeing that almost everything was off line the icons were mostly red. The ship was getting too close to the atmosphere for the pods to eject without begin pulled down to Mars themselves, not even the Bridge pod would make it.

Spencer's mind was racing they had 12 minutes left. While having time to consider your imminent death might seem appealing it didn't feel that way to Spencer. His mind took him to thoughts of Conrad and how things were left between them then back to the ship and what he might do to save it. The asshole pilot had to have told something else of use. In this moment of serenity Spencer knew he loved Conrad deeply, sadly it was too late to do anything about it.

Spencer let his mind drift to the happy times with Conrad, he thought of the ecstasy he felt with the man. If he was going to die, he damn well was going to die thinking about happy times. He thought of the Captain and of how appealing the months of boredom were now. Thinking of the asshole pilot who in the end had been of some service to him Spencer suddenly had an epiphany.

"Now by the manual it takes 37 minutes to start the main nuclear engines" Spencer recalled the pilot saying, "But you can jump start them in 5 if you really have to"

Spencer snapped out of his daydream and looked at the console. They had 8 minutes left. Spencer began the jump-start procedure, going entirely by memory, hoping that he'd not miss a step. He was overriding the safety protocols as he went.

"Open the manifold value" He called to the ensign weeping at the door to the life pod.

"We're done for," the young officer mumbled as he sobbed.

Spencer got out of the pilot's seat and went over to the engineer's station. The ship was now feeling some of Mars gravity. The cylinder was spinning slower and as a result the passenger compartment's gravity was light but variable, vacillating between floor and ceiling. Spencer selected the engine override commands and then made his way back to the pilot's chair. He belted himself in as it felt like the Bridge was being flipped upside down.

"I'm going to jump-start the engines," he told the ensign.

Spencer selected the engine start but the computer interrupted him.

"Engine start out of sequence" It reported calmly.

Spencer didn't know what he might have missed. He ran though the commands again in his head. Realizing he'd put two steps out of order he reset and selected the options again.

"Main engines sequence start. 30 seconds to ignition" It reported.

Now if only they do start and don't blow up we might have a chance Spencer thought.

With 20 seconds left the console went red with alarms.

"Warning manifold pressure overload. Shutdown recommended" The machine informed.

"Warning abort countdown, critical error" The machine continued.

"Continue countdown" Spencer shouted.

"10 seconds to ignition, flight control overload, abort countdown," The machine calmly indicated.

"Continue countdown, mute all warnings" Spencer ordered.

"6 seconds, main engines start" The computer reported.

"Ignition, full thrust", the machine voice reported as the countdown reached zero.

The ship rocked violently, Spencer could see that he had 3 of the four engines running. The console was reporting thrust but the ship wasn't rising. The attitude controls weren't adjusting for the missing engine. Spencer selected manual helm control and used the virtual icon pad to flatten out the ship's trajectory. Slowly she began to build speed and gain altitude. If only he could keep it together they'd be in a higher orbit in a few minutes. Spencer was constantly adjusting for the pitch of the massive vessel as the computer finally advised him,

"Orbital insertion achieved".

Spencer selected the engine shutdown icon but the engines kept pushing the ship.

"Engage engine shutdown sequence" he ordered.

"Flight control overload, critical error" The machine reported.

Spence knew that they would be pushed out of orbit soon, well at least it wasn't as bad as burning up he thought, unless of course the engines explode. He could see that many more of the life pods were launching, he could hear the bridge pod go, as the ensign was anxious to leave.

Alone on the Bridge Spencer hoped that Conrad was able to make it out on one of the life pods, that way he'd be safe, even if the ship exploded. Spencer continued to attempt engine shutdown without success, each time the computer reported a critical error.

"Engine thrust to zero percent" A familiar voice commanded the computer from behind Spencer.

"Emergency engine eject" The Captain continued.

The engines stopped and then as ordered the aft third of the ship detached and began to separate from the rest of the ship. The Captain fired the forward thrusters to stabilize the orbit as the cylinder returned to rotation, providing more normal gravity.

"What are you doing here Spencer, where's the Bridge crew?" The Captain asked as he took his chair.

"There was only the ensign on duty and he left in the pod" The boy reported.

"I'm done for," The Captain lamented.

"The ship is safe" Spencer protested.

"Its in pieces Spence, I just hope we didn't loose any passengers" The old man was haggard from his journey to the Bridge.

Spencer and the Captain shared a reassuring embrace as they waited for the recovery crew.

Spencer returned to the descent platform by ferry to look for Conrad, as the Captain remained aboard to salvage the vessel. The life pods had been arriving all day but as yet he'd only recognized Kyle and his family returning safely. A uniformed man approached Spencer and asked,

"Spencer Rhead?"

Spencer dreaded what he might hear next Conrad Can't be gone he thought.

"Yes sir" he said in almost a whisper.

"Sergeant Jones of the Martian constabulary, you're under arrest come with me" The policeman informed the stunned boy.

"What for?" Spencer demanded as he stood.

"Commandeering a spacecraft, piloting without a license and gross willful damage to corporate property." The officer continued as Spencer began to speak, "Tell it to the adjudicator, now come along quietly".

Spencer was led to a brig and locked in tiny cell with no furniture. He waited there for what seemed like hours. Finally a guard came to collect him and they proceeded to the descent area. Spencer was restrained in a seat the back of the drop ship while the guard sat beside him.

"Did anyone die on ship?" He asked the man.

"Lost 57 passengers, but the ship is what the corporation is spun up about kid," The man reported.

"You're lucky we're not sending you back to Earth, they could execute you for this, mind you given your age they'd likely put you in a work camp for the rest of your life, get something out of you anyway" the guard continued.

"Why aren't they sending me back?" Spencer asked.

"You're a citizen of Mars, heck if you were an Earther you'd be boxed and on your way home. They were yapping about how it all happened in open Space and how your Martian rights didn't apply but the Martian Advocate General wasn't buying it." The guard explained.

Spencer knew that Mars didn't have a death penalty. It was cold comfort to the boy who only wanted news of Conrad. Arriving on Mars Spencer was taken to a prison where he was deprived of his possessions including his clothes. A guard searched his naked body, enjoying it more than Spencer appreciated. He was held for 4 days in a small cell with another boy a bit older than himself, who was in for contract violation.

Spencer got his day in front of the adjudicator. He was an older man who sat between two assistants. The Nexstar Corporate advocate read the charges and explained how Spencer had interfered with the officer of the deck and how everything that happened after that was a result of his illegal actions. Spencer sat alone on one side of the room until he was finally asked for his side of the story. Spencer told a long and winding tale of everything that happened, blaming the ensign. Spencer also asked about Conrad but the adjudicator had no information for him.

Almost a week passed before Spencer saw anyone other than his cellmate. The larger boy was disinterested in Spencer and his plight, despite Spencer's efforts to be friendly. One morning the guard led him down a long hallway near the front of the prison. Spencer's hands were bound in front and attached to the restraints on his feet by a cord. The guard used a plastic rod to poke the boy when he wasn't moving at the desired speed. Spencer had seen the results of a boy being poked when the shock rod was turned on and had no desire to experience it for him self. He obediently traveled the length of the hall and was placed in a room with two chairs and a table. The guard closed the door and left Spencer alone.

Spencer was startled from his boredom when he heard the loud clang of the door unlocking. It slid aside and he heard a familiar voice as a man entered.

"Hello Spencer, I'm the senior corporate advocate for Nexstar," The man explained.

"Yes sir" Spencer said, recognizing the man from the adjudicator's office.

"You know Spencer the adjudicator has heard a lot of information about this case and it seems that not very much is clear, really. So we at Nexstar would like to bring this situation to an end and I think we can make you a fair proposal" His syrupy sounding voice informed. "Yeah ok" Spencer wanted it over too. Loosing Conrad had crushed him, it didn't matter what punishment he ended up with now.

"Ok, here it is, I'm offering you one time only, right now a million credits"

The man continued as Spencer looked up.

"There are conditions now, you're not to talk about this to anyone, no one is at fault, it just happened. One of those unforeseen circumstances, right."

"What happened to the Captain?" Spencer asked.

"Doesn't matter what happened to anyone else, I just need you to agree that this is all confidential and that you won't seek any further compensation." He paused "Tell you what my boy, I'll clear your bond too. You're a free man with a clear name and a millions credits in your pocket."

"Yeah ok" Spencer wasn't really interested in negotiating.

"Your thumb please" The man asked as he extended a tablet recorder.

Spencer maneuvered his bound hands to press his thumb on the tablet, trying to avoid the plastic digging into his wrists.

"Worthy was promoted to Commodore, he won't command a ship again but it's a nice management posting for him, in recognition of his bravery and skill in saving the ship. That's the official story Spencer, right?" He explained.

"Right" Spencer said as the tablet signaled the complete transaction.

"Oh Spencer one more thing, there's a jack ass from Novanet that been demanding to see you, please get this guy to stop messaging my superiors it's really quite annoying" The man added as he handed Spencer an infostick and strode out of the room.

Once released Spencer put the infostick into his GIP and quickly found a row of houses located along the west wall of agro dome 7. He walked up to the door and inserted his datacard. Instead of announcing him it opened the door. Spencer was high with excitement as he flew down the hall. He remembered how the one-third gravity of Mars allowed him to move much more quickly, once he got used to it.

Conrad had woken early on Saturday morning; he wasn't sleeping that well anyway these days, worried about Spencer. After leaving the Cruiser he had been stunned to find that the boy was facing criminal charges for sabotaging the ship. Conrad couldn't believe that Spencer would do such a thing, no matter how angry he might have been at the time. Conrad was working his corporate contacts for information and was desperate to see Spencer. He had some minor influence as Spencer's contract holder but was dismayed to learn the his bond was purchased by Nexstar, the adjudicator would allow that only if Spencer was to be given some huge fine that would likely keep him in Nexstar's servitude for what may be the rest of his life. Conrad would receive some compensation but what he really wanted was beyond his grasp.

Conrad read the morning net news and learned of the Captain's heroic efforts and subsequent promotion. There was no mention of a saboteur or Spencer in the article. Engrossed in his screen and racked by emotional turmoil Conrad wished desperately to see Spencer again, if only one last time before his sentencing. It was as if by wishing that Conrad felt the warm palms of his beauty on his face. Within a second Conrad realized he wasn't dreaming and spun around in his chair. He grabbed Spencer in a massive hug and gripped tightly.

"Oh Speeny, oh Speeny," he repeated several times sobbing openly.

With Spencer parked on his thighs the still seated Conrad broke the hug.

"Spencer, sorry, I meant Spencer," the man said sheepishly.

Spencer silently moved in and kissed the man passionately. After several minutes they separated again, Conrad just stared at what he had thought was lost.

Staring into the man's eyes Spence spoke quietly,

"I love you Conrad".

"I love so much Spencer" Conrad returned without hesitation as they embraced again.

The rest of that day the two were inseparable, constantly touching everywhere they went. Spencer reported the entire story of his adventure to the man as they walked through the fields of the dome.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to have you back" Conrad told him.

"Yeah, you're an ok guy to work for" Spencer said playfully returning to his normal personality.

"Actually Spencer they pulled your contract, you don't work for me anymore, it was part of the settlement" Conrad reminded him.

"Guess I need a job" Spencer said as they entered the house.

"Or a rich husband" Conrad thinly veiled.

Spencer gave him a glancing look without saying anything.

"Think about it for a while, it's a big deal I know. For now you're my guest not my servant" Conrad added as they prepared for dinner.

Afterward the two sat in the backyard hot tub just enjoying each other's company.

"You want it inside you" Conrad asked the boy in his lap.

" I don't usually give it up on the first date," Spencer said playfully.

"First date! Hardly" Conrad countered.

"First time I'm not your servant, that counts as a first date doesn't it? Maybe I'll make you wait 'til we get married," The teen continued.

"Whatever you like," Conrad said cheekily agreeable.

"What ever I like," The boy repeated sarcastically.

Spencer reached around behind himself and gripped the already half turbid monster. Lifting him self in the water he positioned on his knees, facing Conrad as he plunged the man's endowment deep into his bowels. Spencer bounced up and down pounding the monster into him self. The water provided some lubrication lapping the sides of the tub some spilling out onto the ground. Conrad resisted pumping, as he wanted the boy to be satisfied first. He knew the signs that Spencer was approaching his climax. His eyes would close his head would tilt back slightly and with his mouth partly open the boy would make noises that sounded like he was saying, " owwha, owwha" finally culminating in loud throaty growls. Conrad managed to give him three of those that night, two in the tub and the third in the bedroom as the man pounded his monster into the willing hole. Finally both lay spent in a mass of bodies.

"Are you good?" The exhausted man asked hoping the answer was yes.

"I'm so fantastic" Spencer replied as he rolled over to kiss his man.

The end.