Chapter 5: Falling Action
Ty is eager to get to the rendezvous point. He wanted a real body. Not some digital fantasy or virtual construct. The mission would be dangerous and he couldn't be stuck on the ship.
Relieved when the Captain arrived he noticed he was disheveled and distracted.
Something had clearly happened between Strish and John. Intrigued, he asked his companions about their encounter before turning his attention back to planning their next steps.
Ty continued gathering information and analyzing data, his primary objective now was getting off the ship and acquiring a physical form. He had grown tired of interacting solely digitally, especially considering recent events. Being able to physically touch and feel things would bring a sense of wholeness he hadn't previously experienced.
John listened patiently, keenly observing the room as they all gathered their thoughts and prepared for action.
With sweat still dripping from his brow after his last session with Strish, his heart raced just recalling those moments. Yet despite the lingering euphoria, he turned his gaze toward the task ahead, focusing on the mission and shelving thoughts of his lover temporarily.
Looking around the Control Room, everyone seemed ready for the challenge, their faces betraying varying degrees of concern and determination. Ty stood near the communication console, diligently scanning his database while occasionally sharing crucial bits of intel with the group.
They arrived at the rendezvous point and Ty suggested the Captain and Strish complete the mission and pay for the new synthetic body. The captain asked why Strish. Ty quipped jealously, "He can clearly get anyone to do anything."
While the remark wasn't meant as an attack, Strish caught it as such, instantly feeling slighted. His eyes narrowed dangerously, silently questioning the Captain's loyalty. But John merely laughed it off, assuring both parties of his devotion. "This isn't a competition." The atmosphere quickly relaxed, though Strish remained wary, well-aware of Ty's implications regarding his own self-worth.
Strish, "You want me to make the smuggler want to fuck me?" Ty, "In so many words, yes. I'm guessing we'll get a better deal. Synth bodies don't come cheap."
John rubbed his thumb over the soft skin covering Strish's inner thigh. The latter responded with a gentle nudge and raised eyebrow, acknowledging the contact with a quiet snort. There was no denying the spark of desire between them even as they discussed business matters. "Ty's right. I can make them want to fuck me. In the meantime, we need you inside me again." Strish murmured huskily, running his fingers through John's thick curls, letting his fingers graze across the sensitive skin behind his ear.
"Let me know if there's something else you require," he purred low enough only John could hear. "I am here for your pleasure, my Prince." With that, he stepped out of the Control Room and headed towards the shuttle bay, leaving John flustered, confused, and craving more.
As the door closed behind him, the Captain leaned heavily against the wall, struggling to catch his breath. Their earlier trysts might have been wild and intense, but never like this – a mix of power play, dominance, and unexpected vulnerability.
Ty pleaded, "Captain. I need this body. Please focus."As much as he appreciated the heat generated among the team members, particularly involving Strish and the Captain, this was not the time nor place for further interruptions. Everyone must remain focused on their assigned tasks and goals. They were already experiencing pressure due to the high stakes involved in their mission, and the temptation to indulge in petty squabbles or dalliances was not helpful. If there was one thing Ty understood best, it was strategy and execution, and right now, maintaining cohesiveness was essential.
The Captain apologized and joined Strish in the Shuttle Bay. He entered the vessel and it wreaked of Strish already. He knew the pheromones were too much to handle, so he requested Ty autopilot them to the smuggler's ship.
The Captain and Strish locked onto each other with undeniably burning glares. This attraction intensifying moment by moment. Both men felt the pull of lust pulling them closer together. Strish pulled the Captain close, burying his face in the crook of his neck, his lips moving slowly upwards until they reached the exposed area above his collarbone.
The Captain let out a long, throaty moan as his breath quickened. Strish then took advantage of the opportunity, trailing his tongue along the length of his collarbone, teasing him sensually, eliciting gasps and suppressed groans from the Captian. Meanwhile, Ty observed the unfolding events with a mixture of fascination and frustration, wishing he could join in on the fun, yet understanding the importance of staying focused on their mission.
Fuelled by an unquenchable hunger, they found themselves helpless to resist the urges building between them.
Stripping each other down meticulously, reveling in the sight of each other's bare flesh, the captivating contrast of dark fur melding effortlessly with milky pale skin. As their tongues danced and teeth bit gently, the Captain gave himself completely to the seduction, allowing himself to enjoy being desired. Strish possessed an almost supernatural ability to draw forth hidden desires from his prey, driving them past the edge of sanity and reason.
The ship reached its destination and the door's opened. The smuggler was shocked to find the two men in a carnal embrace.
Seeing their fierce expressions, the Captain's prominent cock jutting from beneath his pants, and Strish looking devilishly aroused, it was clear what they wanted. Despite his initial surprise, the smuggler recognized that they held the power. As the pheromone's from Strish reached his nose, his desire to negotiate terms were replaced with different desires. He quickly undressed, revealing his hairy stocky body, green skin, and two pronged cock.
Strish turned to the smuggler revealing his large erect penis. He moved to the smuggler, the Captain following Strish like a horny puppy. "You have two cocks, we have two mouths. We're leaving with bellies full of your cum and the synth body.", Strish remarked casually, stepping out of the makeshift bedroom.
The smuggler looked impressed, nodding slightly in agreement, he knew the synth body was worth more than a blow job, even by these two adonises. In that moment he didn't care. Not about his responsibilities, duties, the crew, his family...nothing mattered except taking everything Strish offered.
The smuggler roughly pushed Strish onto his knees and grabbed his hair firmly, holding him tightly against his cock. The Captain followed suit and took the smugglers prong in his mouth. The duo worked the smuggler's members like the professionals they are.
Each movement synchronised, their rhythm matched perfectly. The intensity increased as each thrust brought them closer to release. The sounds they made became increasingly ragged - grunts, growls, cries of ecstasy punctuated every movement. It was primal, raw passion. No thought beyond the immediate gratification. Desire consumed everything within reach.
Strish knelt below the smuggler and took hold of his hardened, veiny cock.
Using his nimble hands, he began stroking it with precision, ensuring the man's excitement grew to fever pitch. Already saliva trickling down his chin, Strish swallowed loudly, demonstrating his willingness to take the entire length down his throat. Meanwhile, the Captain skillfully positioned himself beside the smuggler, his eager eyes hungrily tracking every move, his anticipation evident.
Taking advantage of the moment, the smuggler reached down and grasped Strish's shoulder, forcing him deeper into the abyss.
The force of his grip left bruises on Strish's shoulders but neither of them paid attention to it. Each movement had become instinctual, fueled solely by their shared obsession with sexual conquest. Their moans reverberated throughout the room, echoing back and forth between the walls, drowning out all other noise.
Without breaking eye contact, the Captain slid his fingers deftly over the smuggler's shaft, applying a light touch before encircling the base with his thumb and index finger.
Feeling the temperature change under his touch, he noticed how excited the smuggler was becoming. He pressed harder, watching the muscles in the smuggler's legs flex involuntarily.
Meanwhile, Strish had taken control of the smuggler's second appendage. With equal finesse, he moved alongside the first cock, manipulating it masterfully. The combination of visual stimulation and physical contact proved irresistible to the smuggler. Gasping for air, he couldn't help but submit entirely to their expertise.
Strish noticed the intoxicated scent from the smuggler's hole.
Smelling sweat mixed with fear and anxiety, the kind that accompanies deep desire. It triggered something within him, reminding him of times gone by when he would use his powers to seduce those around him, both to satisfy his own needs and manipulate them for his gain.
But this was different, for once, Strish wasn’t trying to merely charm someone for his benefit—it was pure pleasure. And the knowledge that he held such influence over the smuggler heightened his sense of satisfaction.
Droplets of perspiration started appearing on his forehead and cheeks. He swiftly caressed the smuggler's hole with his tongue. Testing his willingness to have his ass eaten.
He complied without resistance, offering a view of his smooth rear, exposing his anal ring as well. Strish dove into the task immediately, using his strong tongue to delve deeply inside the smuggler's rectum. His moans escalated rapidly as the sensation caused by Strish's probing fingers drove him mad.
He clutched his fists, biting his lip as the pleasure built up. Moan after moan, orgasm after orgasm rippled through him, bringing him closer to a climactic end. The Captain ate every drop.
Even as his heart raced, his soul burned with desire, his thirst quenched but still wanting more. Seeing the same level of satisfaction reflected in Strish's eyes only served to fuel his insatiable appetite.
Desperate for relief, he took the initiative to enter the smuggler. With a single push, the Captain buried himself deep inside the smuggler, whose eyes rolled backward, overcome by pleasure. Strish pulled the smuggler's face into his pit, making sure his pheromone's helped open up his hole for the Captain's punishing cock.
"Fuck me," the smuggler pleaded, his voice cracking with the strain of desire. Strish replied coolly, his words dripping with lust, "It seems you want us both." With each stroke, the captain's movements became more aggressive, as if testing the limits of his newfound dominance. Strish pushed his cock into the smuggler's pliable hole
Their bodies moved seamlessly in sync, the smuggler giving in fully to their demands. He allowed himself to succumb to the feeling of another men's rock hard phalluses filling him. Pleasure coursed through his bloodstream, surging wildly, causing him to lose track of time. Every brush of Strish's fingers sent electric currents through his nerves, making him feel as though he were floating outside his body.
Captain John rode the waves of euphoria, relishing the power he now wielded over the smuggler, "You get our cum and we get the synth? What do you say?"
The smuggler didn't hesitate and agreed to the terms with a grunt. John and Strish went back to double penetrating his hole.
They felt a tremendous amount of power, knowing that this act was far beyond anything most people could handle. The thrill of having absolute control over another person’s experience seemed to intensify the sex itself.
As they continued with their explicit activities, the smuggler began to beg for mercy. The pain and humiliation of being used in such a way was excruciating. Every movement was driven by raw animal desire, a ferocity that threatened to consume them whole.
The sheer audacity of their intentionality – the unapologetic pursuit of sexual domination – amplified the erotic energy surrounding them. The dimly lit room enveloped them in darkness, further adding to the pervasive, heady ambiance of their encounter.
"Strish, Ty really wants this synth. Let's fill this guy up with our loads and get out of here."
Sweat dripped down Strish's face. He managed to say, "With pleasure, my prince." With that he released torrents of cum into the smuggler.
Spurting volley after volley into the man, filling him up completely. There was no stopping the floodgates now. Both John and Strish emptied themselves into the smuggler until there was nothing left.
The sight of it all – the semen dripping off the smuggler's oozing hole – was an impressive display of masculine strength. The trio had crossed boundaries together and achieved a connection few ever experienced. For a brief moment, they stood victorious, basking in the post-orgasmic haze.
John ordered the smuggler to load the synth onto their transport vessel. He did so with cum leaking out of his ass and both of his green dicks rock hard again.
The smuggler looked at him bewildered yet aroused, “Do I get another turn?”
John laughed, “Of course not."
The smuggler just nodded in submission, agreeing almost automatically due to the overwhelming heat radiating from John’s body.
Despite having been physically abused during his journey, he found comfort in surrendering to these dominant figures. They offered safety, acceptance, and intimacy that he hadn’t known since his childhood. He craved to find solace among them, allowing them to lead him in whatever direction they chose. His submissiveness mirrored the vulnerability they sought to exploit in order to fulfill their own selfish desires.
As the ship left the cargo bay, the smuggler came to terms with the fact he'd never see these perfect men again.
Regardless, he vowed silently to remember this night forever. How else could one describe what happened except as some sort of dark fantasy come true? His body ached, but his spirit soared.
Looking down at his erections, he remembered how the Prince had shown him that size doesn't matter. Rather, it was about taking pride in your prowess, embracing the artistry of the craft.
Back on his ship, John, still naked marched triumphantly through the corridors. "Ty, we have your body."