To the End of Space: Chapter One
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Even after fifteen years in the Scouts, going planet to planet, bringing our own special version of hell to bear on whatever bugs we happened to find there, I still hadn't gotten used to space travel. The sickening, inside-out feeling passing through the hyperspace plane. The what-the-fuck-time-is-it-and-what-the-fuck-day-is-it disorientation that goes with being who-the-fuck-know-where. The gods-forsaken chow. You just can't eat worse than when you are on a Space Force ship, especially in the Troop Hold. And don't get me started on the uptight pricks that Space Force recruits to fly the fucking ships. Fuck. Those pilots strut around like their shit don't stink. Which it does. Of course, the dirty little secret about them is that they crave nothing more than Scout dick. They just aren't men enough to admit it. But that sure doesn't stop me from administering it whenever I have the chance.
"Prepare for docking in twenty minutes. Repeat. Prepare for docking in twenty minutes."
The metallic voice signaled our approach to Beta-10 Station. God, I needed this leave period. A 180 cycle tour is about the max any Scout can take before rejuv. You never would have guessed from the way I look, but my body would have crashed if I hadn't gotten off the stim chems and swapped in a maximum regimen of bio boosters. I probably should have been worried, but I wasn't. I knew I'd be as good as new in 30 cycles, the standard rest period. And then I'd rejoin my men, and we'd do our part to maintain galactic law and order all over again. Wash, rinse, repeat.
Kellen was the only one of my men I had brought with me. The other 30 guys in my unit all ended up on a Gamma station, but as Commander I had the privilege of bringing one grunt with me to a Beta station. I was pretty sure that everyone was surprised and envious that I had picked Kellen. After all, he had just completed his first tour of duty, and he was the most junior. Still, I could see his potential, and I knew he could hold his ass-kicking own with the big swinging officer dicks we'd encounter where we were going. Hell, he'd be one of them soon enough.
Like a typical grunt, though, he was catching any winks he could, even as we began our final approach. I nudged him awake.
"Docking in twenty minutes, soldier. Buckle up."
He nodded as he rubbed the sleep out of his blue eyes and yawned, and then he reached into the mesh pouch attached to the seat in front of him.
"Need my cap, Commander Skilling, sir," he said, smiling his crooked smile. Smoothing back his mop of dirty blond hair, he put it on.
"You need a haircut, soldier."
"Yes sir. I expect that's part of the treatment, sir."
"No doubt, no doubt." I flicked the switch that activated the screen in front of me, and punched in Channel 9 so that I could watch the approach. The split screen showed the view from a couple of different angles, but the looming station soon filled all of them, obscuring the field of stars. Clearly this pilot was a pro; the approach and docking was just about the smoothest I had ever experienced.
As soon as the all-clear sounded, everyone scrambled to gather their gear, seeking any advantage in disembarking. Kellen and I were near the front of the line, so we made it into the first group in the decontamination suite.
"OK, ladies, bags on the conveyor and uniforms down the chute. You know we're watching you." The disembodied voice clearly meant business, but then again we all knew the drill. Our rucksacks would be decontaminated, and so would we. Space Command just couldn't be too careful.
As we proceeded through the different decon stations, I glanced around at the other buck-naked arrivals. Not surprisingly, plenty of prime beef, all of which would soon be juiced back into condition, nothing to do for thirty cycles but eat, condition, and fuck. In spite of my exhaustion, just the thought of it caused my cock to spring to life. The fucker had a mind of its own. Judging from the other bobbing tools, I wasn't the only one with that particular condition.
More than a few seemed to take notice of Kellen. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't jealous. In fact, I could hardly blame them. He practically had a "Fresh Meat" sign tattooed across his chest. Tall, broad-shouldered, legs like tree trunks, just the right amount of brownish-blond hair scattered across broad pecs, trailing down to one of the biggest uncut dicks you'll see on a hundred systems, yeah, they had a pretty good reason to stare. I figured I could retire twenty circuits early if I could pimp him out for the duration of our stay, but that wouldn't have been proper behavior for his commanding officer, I expect.
I reached over and gave his thick tool a yank. "You're gonna have to beat them off with a stick, soldier. Not that you'll want to."
He grinned sheepishly. "Aww, come on, sir. You're just sayin' that." He jokingly cupped his big hand over his cock, but it had perked up enough that even his paw couldn't contain it.
"I am sayin' it, but only because it's true. Don't worry, though, cuz you're gonna be so horny after the bio boosters, those big balls of yours are gonna be working overtime. You'll be balls-deep before you know it."
That was one of the side effects of rejuv. The docs juice you up on every booster that's been invented, cleaning out all the crud, rebuilding the bones and muscles until you're better than ever, ready to take on the goddamned bugs again. It's all good, except it makes you hornier than a motherfucker. I guess that's why they do it on a station full of 5000 troops going through the same thing, all with plenty of time to do something about it.
Once we were through decon, it was only a short wait to see the doc. The exam room was set up with two tables, and Kellen and I were called in at the same time. After getting our infusion drips going and our legs up in the stirrups, the doctor looked at our charts.
"Looks like you guys have been in some rank spots. Decon cleaned quite a bit out of your systems. How're you feeling?"
"Better already," I said. "Be even better in a few hours."
"Yeah, I hear that a lot. Looks like you're due for a new Fecpod. We've got the new model, not like those jokes they give out on the Gamma stations. Much better. We're giving everyone the opportunity to get it, even if they're not due." He looked at Kellen. "Even if they're not officers. You want the upgrade? It'll last you until you're as old as ugly over there."
The Fecpod was one of the most ingenious inventions that Space Command had ever commissioned. Basically a living sleeve of tissue that molded itself up your butt, it encapsulated your shit into a perfectly packaged pod and popped it out, ready for you to dispose of anywhere. No muss, no fuss. With the Fecpod, your back door was always sweet as a breeze, and it had the side benefit of making fucking clean and easy anytime. Perpetually lubed up and no place to go. Of course, that's not why it was developed. It was supposed to make a grunt's life easier in the shitholes they send us, where you don't always have a latrine or a shower, but you've almost always got some weird bug doing mortal combat in your guts. We Scouts were pretty sure we'd found its most noble purpose, though, and now all of the services get them.
Kellen looked at me for guidance, and I nodded.
"OK, we'll start with pretty boy, then," the doc said, winking at me.
Sitting on a rolling stool, he parked himself between Kellen's spread legs. Whistling softly to himself, he started by lubing up the young cadet's hole and then inserted a blunt probe attached to the end of a hose.
"You're gonna feel some pressure, soldier. This thing'll clean you out and get you ready.
Judging by his slightly labored breathing, I first thought that Kellen might be nervous from the invasion of his guts, but his growing erection led me to believe that he was having a different kind of reaction. The doctor reached up to grab the bobbing pole. Well over half of it protruded from the clenched fist.
"Glad to see the plumbing is working so well," he said, shooting another wink my way. "You're probably already feeling the bio boosters."
I felt a flash of pride from having such a fine specimen of Scout-flesh in my big-dicked unit. Nobody left a trail of abused asses the way we did, on every planet we visited, and I couldn't wait to hear the stories of the rest of my men laying waste to the Gamma-7 Station.
The doc pulled the probe out of Kellen's butt and inserted a scope so that he could inspect his work.
"Nice, very nice," he muttered to himself. Reaching over to a tray, he grabbed the soon-to-be-implanted device, which he mounted on the end of an installer tool. Very gently, he pushed it deep into Kellen's guts, followed by a dose of healing gel and a sealing butt-plug.
"OK soldier, nothing goes up there for 6 clicks, you understand?"
My young charge nodded.
"That just means you're going to have to get off other ways." The doc licked his lips and leaned in to Kellen's cock, which was so hard that his purple head had popped out of his foreskin. "Maybe like this," he said before taking as much of the monster tool into his mouth as he could manage.
Gods, it was hot, watching the doc go down on my boy. I was feeling the effect of the bio boosters, too, and they were just about making me explode with horny fire. I thought about jerking off while I watched the show, but I decided to wait in case I got the same treatment. Judging from the way he was squirming around, I didn't expect Kellen to last too long. He was content to let the doc go to town on his tool, which freed him to run his hands up and down his muscled torso, pausing to tweak each hard nipple.
I didn't need a long-range sensor to see Kellen's orgasm approaching. Gripping the base of his cock with the vee formed by his index and middle fingers of his right hand, he used his left to massage his cum-filled balls, which had pulled into a swollen package.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck," he grunted. "Fuck, yeah."
The doc's head bobbed furiously as he slurped away for all he was worth. If he had anything to say about it, Kellen's load was going to be a gusher. I had a great view of our horny MD's lips sliding up and down the shaft, occasionally popping out over the plum-colored head, the sight of which was putting me at serious risk of blowing a hands-free load. Fortunately, before that could happen, Kellen's massive frame tensed up, and he fucking let loose. The doc did his best to catch every drop of Scout-cum that sprayed out, but my young grunt's cock was like a kinked garden hose that had been suddenly set free to spray like crazy. Some of the thick spunk was inevitably wasted, as it dripped off of the doc's face and lips and down onto his scrubs.
After the squirts subsided, I gave them a minute to regain their composure, but my patience was pretty much at an end.
"OK, that was nice, but get the fuck over here," I barked, waving my tool in their direction. "That's an order."
Technically, the doc and I were the same rank, but he didn't seem to mind my attitude. Lickety-split, he had my hole cleaned out, lubed up, implanted, and plugged, allowing him to get on to the more important business of blowing me. I was in no mood to go at his pace, so I grabbed his head and pistoned him up and down my cock. It didn't take long before I added my load to Kellen's.
The doc's face was still in my crotch when the door opened, and his assistant stuck his head in, checking to see if the doc was ready for the next couple of Scouts. The humpy recruit quickly sized up the situation and smirked, especially when the doc told him that he would need a few more minutes to get ready for the next victims.
Before we left, he admonished us once more that nothing could go up our butts for a full six hours. "But when you're ready, just in case either of you want help breaking in those new chutesÉ " He opened his scrub pants and fished out an enormous cock, which was almost as big as Kellen's. "You might be surprised at what you can handle with the model I gave you. Like I said, it has improvements."
Liking what I saw, I filed away the information. Thirty cycles was plenty of time to get back for a visit.