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The Bellatrix IV Chronicles

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Surviving On Bellatrix Four

Rory was thirteen when the space freighter Argonaut crashed on the fourth planet in the Bellatrix system. Not knowing if he was the only survivor of the crew of seven including his mother and father was hard, but staying alive was even harder. Thank God, he was not alone. At least he found Sammy. But, what was Sammy?

3,000 words / 6 pages
Sammy, the native boy (13yo?); Rory (13yo); and Lt. Madison (30yo)
t-alien – coer oral

Rory thought for a moment how it would be nice to have artificial gravity like on some of the newer freighters, but the Argonaut was an older ship that had been built before that feature had become standard equipment on freighters. There was no getting the owners to retrofit the ship with what they would see as a luxury when there were people like his parents who were willing to ferry cargo through space without it.

The only thing that Rory didn't like about being in a weightless state was the fact that it made showering and more importantly jacking-off messy. Every time he got the urge to masturbate (and for a horny thirteen year-old that was often), he ended up with cum all over the place. Just cleaning up the sticky gray-white liquid took longer than the act itself and keeping it from his parents and the rest of the Argonaut's crew took skill and cunning, even for a thirteen year-old who often needed sexual relief.

Argonaut was a cargo freighter that carried bulk minerals mined on various planets and moons in the Orion constellation to a central processing plant on an Earth type planet in the Rigel system. This voyage, they were carrying a load of high-grade Bauxite ore. In addition to Rory and his parents, the other four members of the crew consisted of two men and two women. Rory considered them to be couples but they were not married, a common practice in the twenty-third century, as time was still counted. At least Rory was old enough to accompany his parents on a voyage in space and didn't have to remain behind in boarding school on Rigel Seven like a lot of other freighter families' kids did.

Until now, this had been just a routine voyage. Rory was even thinking about what he was going to do when they got back to Rigel Seven and had a few days before their next voyage when it happened. They must have hit an uncharted debris field that had not registered on the ship's radar. Suddenly, alarms were going off all over the place. There were a number of thudding noises as debris hit the ship. The lights flickered off and on and then the ship went into a spinning dive. Somewhere in the process, Rory lost consciousness as the gravity forces increased dramatically.

***

When he regained consciousness, Rory was lying on the deck. He knew that they must have landed somewhere because he was not floating and could tell that real gravity held him down. The lights in his compartment flickered off and on and then remained working as the power source stabilized. That meant that the life support system was still working.

He stood up and ran his hands over his naked body. At thirteen, Rory stood about 5ft 5in [1.70 m] tall and weighed 144 lbs. [65 kg]. He was lean with the beginnings of well-defined muscles (particularly his pecs and abs) from spending time in the ship's workout area. His flaccid three inch [8 cm] penis hung over large, well-formed balls that were carried close to his body. Like all men and boys of the twenty-third century, he had been treated at age six so that all hair below his head was permanently removed electronically. Compulsory ultra-violet radiation exposure while in space insured that he retained a healthy tan over his entire adolescent body.

Once he realized that he was uninjured, Rory hurried to pull on the one-piece jump suit that was his usual garment in space. Then, realizing that he no longer needed magnetic shoes to hold him to the deck, he found a pair of sandals that he used when on Rigel Seven. Rummaging in the bottom drawer in the built-in cabinet beside his bunk he found what his father had told him was only for what he called 'a true emergency'.

Rory hesitated for a moment and then un-wrapped the cloth from around the hand gun. Slowly, he ran his hand over it before deciding that this constituted what his father would consider 'a true emergency'. Then he strapped the belt around his thin waist and inserted the weapon in the holster. Next, he opened the door to his compartment to see what had happened.

When Rory reached the main crew compartment (what the crew routinely called 'The Den'), Rory realized that the crew section had separated from the main part of the ship. Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered vaguely that his father had once told him that if collision were eminent the crew section would automatically separate from the rest of the ship to become a sort of self-contained lifeboat.

The boy's next thought would have caused an ordinary boy to panic. This time of the morning the other six crew members were either checking the cargo or were on the bridge. He was alone in the crew section. That meant that he was alone on whatever planet on which the crew section had landed while on autopilot!

***

Rory peered out the porthole beside the air lock. The dials beside the door indicated that the atmosphere out there was oxygen rich and easily breathable by humans. What he could see from the porthole indicated that he had landed in a tropical area. Dense foliage and what looked like palm trees were visible just beyond the clearing that the ship's landing had created. The outside thermometer said that the temperature was 86 degrees [30°C].

After two days of being confined to the crew section and hearing nothing on the emergency frequency, he was bored. He knew that the recycling systems would keep the life support system working indefinitely and there was plenty of food on board, particularly since the larders had been stocked for seven people and now there was only one. Rory decided that he wanted to see what the outside world was like. He stepped into the air lock and pressed the button that would activate the system. Moments later, the outer door opened and he stepped out into the warm, tropical world of Bellatrix Four.

Rory stood there a moment blinking in the bright sunlight from the blue-white sun that was the distant giant that was Bellatrix. With the star being about six times the size of Earth's sun, he knew that he was much further from Bellatrix than he would have been from the sun that warmed old Earth, a place he had never seen. That debris field must have been uncharted for us to have fallen victim to it, he thought as he scanned the jungle setting that surrounded the landing site.

Then he saw it. At first he wasn't sure. It just seemed to be movement among the underbrush but then he saw that there was a form behind some bushes. Slowly, he drew his weapon not sure of what danger he might be facing but yet not wanting to retreat to the safety of the ship.

"Come out! I'm not going to hurt you," he shouted not thinking that whoever or whatever was in the bushes would understand him.

Then, to his surprise, a young boy came out from behind a large bush and stood there naked facing Rory across the clearing.

The boy looked to be about his age. His well-muscled young body was deeply tanned or maybe he was just of a race with darker skin than that of his own. Rory also noted that he was totally hairless except for the hair on his head which was a dark, velvety black. His penis looked to be about three inches [8 cm] long with large well-formed balls visible behind it. His face was similar to that of Rory with high cheekbones and a sort of pug nose. If he had been an Earth boy, girls would probably have said that he was 'cute' rather than handsome. However, it was his eyes that were different. They were a golden brown in color and almost seemed to glow in the bright sunlight of the planet.

The boy moved slowly forward a step or two and stopped. Then Rory heard a voice in his head saying, Don't be afraid. I am Sammy. This is my home. I can only talk with you this way. My kind can absorb language skills with whomever we wish to communicate.

Rory was momentarily stunned. He had heard his parents and other adults talk about aliens, who communicated this way, but he had never met one before and he had even in his short life visited a number of planets. Then he tried thinking his thoughts to see if he could communicate back with this native boy.

I'm Rory. This part of our ship crashed here on your planet. I just wanted to see what was outside. I mean no harm, he thought as he looked at the naked native boy starring back at him from across the clearing.

Sammy smiled and answered, I understand you. Are you hurt? Are there others of your kind with you? Are they hurt?

Without thinking, Rory thought back, No, I'm not hurt and no, I'm alone. My people were in the other section of our freighter when this part separated as a safety measure when we encountered a debris field that must have been near your planet.

Come closer that we may talk face to face, Rory heard the voice of Sammy in his head. Without thinking, he walked down the last two steps of the boarding ladder and walked over to where the native boy was standing.

Sammy reached out and felt the fabric of his sleeve and asked Why do you wear this? It is very warm here. My people do not wear things like this. Don't you want to take it off?

Rory had a strong, strange desire to take off his clothes. First, he kicked off his sandals. Then, slowly he reached up and unzipped the zipper on his jump suit and pulled it off his arms and down his slim frame. When it was around his ankles, he stepped out of it and stood there naked before the native boy.

Sammy walked slowly up to him and then reached out and stroked the side of his face with his hand. There was a warm, slightly tingling sensation as the alien boy touched him. Sammy slowly moved his hand down across the Earth boy's chest and over his abs. He hesitated for a moment at his navel and then moved on down to Rory's now erect four inch [10 cm] penis. Sammy's hand closed over Rory's rock-hard organ and slowly began to run his hand up and down the shaft. The warm, tingling sensation intensified as the alien boy masturbated Rory. The strange thing was that no one had ever touched him there before. Sure, like most Earth boys, he jacked-off regularly, at least once daily in fact, but never had he 'done it' with another boy, let alone an alien one.

Rory tried to move and only then realized that he was rooted to the spot. It was like his arms and legs wouldn't work. The pleasure that Sammy was giving him was all-consuming.

Sammy dropped to his knees and began to lick and suck his dick. Rory did not know that sex could be this great. His mind went blank with only the pleasure that sex can bring intensified beyond anything that he had ever known. He was consumed by sex. Nothing else crossed his mind as he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of boy to boy sex.

The sucking motion of the alien boy took all of his attention, but then he could feel something penetrating his butt. Again, it was an extremely pleasant sensation that enveloped him adding to the feeling that was already caressing his penis. There was a slightly tingling feeling that was mixed with the maximum stimulation possible of his adolescent prostrate. Rory's eyes were glazed. In the warm jungle setting, sweat covered his face and upper body.

Then it happened, he reached orgasm and shot great ropes of gray-white liquid into Sammy's mouth. Even in his trance-like state, Rory knew that he had never shot cum like that before. There must have been at least five big bursts followed by several smaller ones before he stopped. Somehow, he knew that there was absolutely no cum left in his young body.

Looking down, he realized that Sammy had not spilled a drop. There was not even a trickle of cum around his mouth. How had he managed to swallow that much cum? wondered Rory to himself.

Sammy slowly pulled himself away from Rory. He ran his hand over the Earth boy's body once more caressing him as he went. This time, the sensation was more soothing and relaxing. Rory felt at peace and relaxed. He only knew that it was an extremely good feeling.

Thank you for letting me have time with you in this way, he heard Sammy say in his head. Then, the alien boy stood up and started to walk away toward the jungle.

Rory saw him disappear into the jungle but still could not move. He just stood there for another couple of minutes until the effect wore off and he could stumble back into the air lock. When he reached his bunk, he collapsed exhausted and almost instantly slept soundly

***

The next day, the emergency radio frequency crackled with a message from Air Rescue Command. The distress message from the bulk carrier had been received at Star Base Nine. A rescue vessel had already reached the ship. The rest of the crew members were safe, if somewhat shaken. A space tug would be taking the bulk carrier under tow the next day. In the meantime, a space shuttle would land and pick him up there on Bellatrix Four.

It wasn't long before the shuttle landed in the clearing outside the ship. Rory could see the door to the shuttle open and a young officer descend the boarding stairs. The man had his energy pistol drawn and seemed to be taking no chances.

Moments later there was the sound of the air lock opening. The young officer came into the crew lounge and stood there a moment looking at Rory. He was about six feet [1.80 m] tall with sandy-blonde hair that was somewhat curly. Even in his uniform, Rory could see that he was well-built probably tipping the scales at 180 lbs. [82 kg].

He smiled at the boy and said, "You must be Rory. I'm Lt. Madison. We weren't sure that you had survived. If it had not been for the automatic distress call from this part of the ship, we probably would never have found you. It must have been tough being marooned on a strange planet all by yourself."

A very happy Rory replied, "I'm glad that you found me, but I wasn't alone. A native boy named Sammy found me when I went outside."

Lt. Madison looked stunned. His gaze changed from a smiling face to one that was suddenly very serious and very concerned. Then he said: "Rory, Bellatrix Four is a quarantined area. 'Sammi' is the name given to the native inhabitants. They only eat the nectar from a certain kind of flower. Unfortunately, it is almost identical with what you and I call 'cum'. If you went outside and met one of their kind, then you must have had sex with him. They are 'shape shifters' and appear as the most desirable person that you can imagine. No one knows what they really look like. Also, they can compel you to do whatever they want you to do. That's the main reason that this planet is 'off limits'. If I hadn't arrived when I did, you would have ended up as a slave to a Sammi. You would have become little more than his 'cum cow'. He would have 'milked' you daily for the rest of your life. He must have determined that you were alone if he let you go back into the ship. If he had thought that there were others of your kind around, he would have compelled you to follow him to his village."

***

As the shuttle craft took off from the surface of Bellatrix Four, it circled the remains of the crew section of the Argonaut. As Rory looked out the window of the shuttle, he could not be sure, but he thought that he saw Sammy standing in the clearing beside the wrecked ship. The Earth boy shuddered as he thought of how he might have ended his life as a 'cum cow' on an alien planet. Life on board a bulk freighter would never look dull again.

Mining on Bellatrix Four

Cliff Wilson was a freelance space miner who was willing to take a chance and land on the quarantined fourth planet in the Bellatrix system. Unexpectedly, he encounters a boy who looks to be about thirteen. How did this kid happen to be out there on what was supposed to be an uninhabited planet? In fact, was young "Sammy" an Earth boy at all?

3,500 words / 7 pages
Cliff Wilson, a space miner (41yo); Sammy, the native boy (13yo?)
M-alien – coerc oral

Cliff Wilson knew that Bellatrix Four was a quarantined planet even when he first thought of landing there. In a bar on Rigel Seven he had overheard that young Star Fleet officer (What was his name, Lt. Madison?) talking about a brief landing there. There was something about natives that could control your mind and get you to do whatever they wanted you to do. Unfortunately, he had been unable to hear all of the officer's conversation. Still, the planet was rich in natural resources and the big refinery located there on Rigel Seven paid well for minerals with no questions asked about their origin.

Cliff was short of cash and, after all, there was that annual payment that was coming due on the spacecraft that he used as a mining ship that had to be paid. Otherwise, he could easily end up on welfare or working 'clean-up' at one of the refineries on Rigel Seven. Neither one of those unpleasant alternatives appealed to him in the least. That's why he decided to risk landing on Bellatrix Four. With the automated equipment on board his ship, he could swoop down, mine some of the planet's very rich ore and be on his way back to the Rigel system before anyone noticed an unauthorized spacecraft had landed on a quarantined planet. All of the automation used in mining in the twenty-third century made it possible for him to work without a crew. If everything went as it should, there would be no witnesses that he was ever on Bellatrix Four.

***

Cliff's ship flew low over the lush tropical landscape of Bellatrix Four looking for a place to land close to that large deposit of high-grade bauxite ore that his instruments had located. His view screen magnified the image of the land below him providing detail that would help him decide where best to land. In the distance, he could see a large clearing that looked like a good place.

Minutes later, Cliff's ship, the Aurora, touched down. From the windows of the ship's bridge Cliff surveyed the landscape. He was near the center of a large grassy clearing that was about a hundred meters in length by maybe 75 meters in width [325 ft. by 244 ft.] The morning was clear with only a low haze lingering over the grass that confirmed the planet's warmth and high humidity. Beyond the clearing, thick trees and dense foliage obscured his view. Glancing at the ship's instrument panel, he noted that the outside temperature was 30 degrees C. [86 degrees F.]

Crossing the bridge, he stepped into the air lock and pressed the button that would activate the system. Moments later, the outer door opened and he stepped out into the warm, tropical world of Bellatrix Four. Cliff stood there a moment blinking in the bright sunlight from the blue-white sun. In his hand he held his handgun set on 'stun'. No use killing anything unnecessarily that might even remotely leave evidence that someone had been on the planet's surface, he thought to himself.

As a trained spaceman, Cliff knew that Bellatrix was about six times the size of Earth's sun. Accordingly, he knew that he was much further from the star that was Bellatrix than he would have been from the sun that warmed old Earth, a place he had never seen. Still, the warm tropical climate would have made this an ideal planet for colonization, if it had not been for that pesky bunch of natives. Too bad, no one has ever seen one of them, thought Cliff as he walked around to the cargo entrance to his ship.

Using his hand controls, within minutes, he had the automated mining machine unloaded and pointed in the direction of the nearby bauxite deposit. Even with its mining equipment up front, the big rig looked like a cross between a tank and what once would have been called an 'eighteen wheeler'. Then, he unloaded his all-purpose 'speeder' to use for personal transportation there on the planet's surface. In Cliff's era no one would have realized it, but what he knew as a 'speeder' had gotten its start on Earth as what Earthmen would have called a 'golf cart'. After a couple of centuries of improvements, a speeder now looked more like a cross between a golf cart and a motorcycle. Over the centuries it had slimmed down so that it was now designed for only one person but it still had a golf cart's overall shape while its small roof was used to shield its occupant from the sun of whatever planet it now called home. Only now the sides were enclosed so that it would protect its driver from brush and anything else that it might encounter up close.

The terrain was relatively flat and offered no resistance to the treads of the heavy mining rig as it moved through the trees and foliage to the mining site. A camera mounted on the front of the big rig allowed Cliff to follow safely from behind. He was able to see what was out front and adjust the rig's direction as needed to avoid any really rough spots. In fifteen minutes they were at the heart of the bauxite's location.

Cliff parked his speeder and walked around in front of the mining rig. Where they had stopped the trees and other plant life had thinned out somewhat. The instruments indicated that they were on top of the bauxite deposit and that it was not far below the surface. Using his remote controls, Cliff set the automated rig to mining the rich ore.

Then he turned and saw the boy.

How the Hell can there be a boy out here in the middle of nowhere? thought Cliff as he slowly due his pistol.

The boy stood there naked. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen in Earth years. His well-muscled young body was deeply tanned or maybe he was just of a race with darker skin than that of his own. Cliff also noted that he was totally hairless except for the hair on his head which was a dark, velvety black. His penis looked to be about three inches [8 cm] long with large well-formed balls visible behind it. His face had high cheekbones and a sort of pug nose. If he had been an Earth boy, girls would probably have said that he was 'cute' rather than handsome. However, it was his eyes that were different. They were a golden brown in color and almost seemed to glow in the bright sunlight of the planet.

The boy just stood there unmoving looking back at the space miner. Then Cliff heard a voice in his head saying "Do not be afraid. I am Sammy. I mean you no harm. I have met another of your kind before only he was younger and smaller than you. This is my home. I can only talk with you this way. My kind can absorb language skills from whomever we wish to communicate."

Cliff was momentarily stunned. Over the years, often over a few drinks in bar, he had heard other spacemen talk about aliens who communicated this way. However, he had never met one before, even though his line of work had caused him to visit a number of planets over the years. Then, he remembered the other miners saying that all you had to do was think your thoughts and the alien would understand you. Cliff found himself thinking his thoughts to see if he could talk with this native boy.

Trying to stay calm and say, or rather think, something diplomatic, the space miner responded "Hello. I'm Cliff. I wasn't expecting anyone in this area. Are you alone?"

"Yes, I'm alone. Come closer that we may talk face to face."

Cliff felt a strong urge to walk over to where the boy stood. Slowly, he started to move in that direction not sure of why he had this strong feeling in his head.

The boy looked at the big mining rig as it easily scooped up a load of dirt and efficiently deposited it in a growing pile of fresh dirt and small rocks. Then turning back to Cliff, he said "What are you doing here in this place?"

"I'm just here to mine for minerals. I hope that I haven't started mining some place where I shouldn't be working. I was under the impression that there was no one living around here" Cliff lied as he responded to the boy's question with his thoughts. Secretly, he wondered if the kid could tell a lie from the truth.

Sammy smiled and answered "I understand you. Are there others of your kind with you?"

Without thinking, Cliff thought back "No, I work alone. I'm what's called a 'freelance' miner. I use automated equipment so it doesn't take anyone else working with me to accomplish what I'm doing."

Cliff stopped in front of the boy and stood there about half a meter [1.6 ft.] away from him. Somehow, he could feel Sammy running his eyes up and down him taking him in and evaluating everything that he saw. For a brief moment, the man had a funny feeling as though he were a specimen being examined in a lab.

Sammy reached out and ran his hand slowly over the fabric of the sleeve of Cliff's one-piece jump suit. Then, he looked the man in the face and softly asked "Why do you wear this? It is very warm here. Don't you want to take it off?"

Cliff suddenly had a strong, strange desire to take off his clothes. Without realizing it, he let his handgun drop to the ground beside him. His eyes were blank as he slowly reached up and unzipped the zipper on his jump suit and pulled it off his arms and half way down his lean body. He hesitated there for a minute realizing that he still had his gun belt around his waist. In a trance-like state, he undid the belt and let it drop to the ground. His boots followed as the desire to disrobe consumed him. Finally, he all but ripped off his jump suit. For years he had not worn underwear. Naked, he could feel the heat and knew that there was perspiration already forming on his face and upper body as he stood up and faced the native boy. He just stood there in his now naked state seemingly unable to move.

As man and boy faced one another, only the rhythmic sound of the mining rig broke the jungle silence as they looked at each other. Probably it would be more accurate to say that the boy looked at the man as he stood there trance-like not fully understanding what was happening.

At 41, Cliff was still a good-looking man. In his youth he had been on his high school's wrestling and swim teams. Over the years, hard work and a lean diet had kept his weight at 180 lbs. [82 kg] When he could, he lifted weights and swam to help keep himself in shape. Standing about six feet [1.80 m] tall, he was one of those men who would always be lean. His firm muscles were emphasized by the well-developed pecs, abs, and arms that he had retained from his athletic youth.

Slowly and carefully, the boy examined every inch of the man with his eyes. His gaze lingered only on Cliff's flaccid three and a half inch [9 cm] penis. Even in his trance-like state, Cliff could tell that the kid liked what he saw. As was common among most space men, to Cliff, sex was sex. After all, when you're wondering around the galaxy, anything with the right plumbing was fair game. It was just that he didn't remember wanting sex right now.

Sammy walked slowly up to him so that he was only inches from his face. Then, the boy reached out and gently stroked the side of his face with his hand. Cliff caught himself breathing hard as he felt a warm, slightly tingling sensation where ever the alien boy's incredibly soft hand touched him. Sammy slowly moved his hand down across the Earth man's chest and over his abs. Cliff could feel his heart pounding in his chest in response and somehow knew that he was now covered in perspiration. His body tensed as the boy hesitated for a moment at his navel before moving on down to his now fully erect five and a half inch [14 cm] penis. Sammy's hand closed over Cliff's rock-hard organ and slowly began to run it up and down the man's shaft.

Cliff moaned softly in response to the boy's touch. He was no stranger to masturbation but the warm, tingling sensation that emanated from the boy's hand was unlike anything that he had ever felt before. He tried to move wanting to take the boy's own now erect penis in his hand. Only then did he realize that he was rooted to the spot. It was like his arms and legs wouldn't work. Under such circumstances, he might have panicked, but the pleasure that Sammy was giving him was all-consuming. He just stood there trance-like absorbing the rich sensations that flowed from the boy's hand.

Just as Cliff thought he was going to cum, Sammy dropped to his knees and began to lick and suck his rock hard organ. His head spun and somewhere within him he realized that he didn't know that sex could be this great. Images of past sexual experiences flooded his mind. He was totally consumed by sex. Nothing else crossed his mind as he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of boy on man sex.

Slowly but surely he realized that he could feel something probing his butt. How could this kid use one hand on his dick while using the other one on his butt at the same time? How could he reach both places at once when he was in front of him? were the thoughts that fleetingly crossed his mind. Then, rational thought was gone as the sensations of sex consumed him and he thought no more of how what was happening to him was possible. The extremely pleasant sensation that slowly enveloped him from within as the boy's fingers probed his ass only magnified the feeling that was already consuming his penis. Cliff felt only a slightly tingling sensation that was mixed with what was effectively the maximum possible stimulation of his prostrate. His eyes were glazed and his breathing was ragged as a little drool dripped from his lips. In the warm jungle setting, sweat covered his face and body.

His orgasm was so intense that even in his trance-like state he thought for a moment that he might be having a heart attack. He shot great ropes of gray-white liquid into Sammy's mouth. Somewhere in his mind, Cliff knew that he had never shot cum like that before, not even when he was a horny over-sexed teenager. There must have been at least half a dozen big bursts followed by several smaller ones before he stopped. When he had finished, he stood there breathing hard exhausted from his exertions with sweat covering his naked trembling body. Somehow, he knew that there was absolutely no cum left anywhere in him.

Looking down, he realized that Sammy had not spilled a drop. There was not even a trickle of cum around his mouth. How had he managed to swallow that much cum? wondered Cliff to himself as he sank to his knees and slowly fell over on the soft ground of the jungle floor. Then, everything swirled around him as he lost consciousness and sleep enveloped him.

***

The Sammi boy looked down at the unconscious Earthman and smiled. This strange creature, who would have been called in his language something that sounded somewhat like the German word Auslander, had produced enough food to fill him for at least two days, maybe three. He stood there and softly stroked the man's head with his feeler knowing that this would give the man a feeling of peace and insure that he would sleep long and deeply.

The boy knew that he had found a great source of food. In spite of the lush jungle growth of his planet, finding the plant that produced the nectar on which his kind fed was difficult. How did the man make the same nectar within his body and why had he thought of it as something that he called 'cum'? were mysteries that the boy needed to solve once the man awoke. At the moment, all that he knew was that he could smell the nectar on and in the man's body.

He stood there and mulled over his problem. Finding a good food source was one thing, keeping it just for himself would be the challenge. Others in his tribe were bigger and stronger than him and would want to fight him for his prize. Obviously, this one had some way to come and go from what he only knew as what in the Earthman's language would have been translated as 'Home World'.

What was it that he called Home World? In the man's mind he could make out the name 'Bellatrix Four'. Sammy thought to himself that once the man was awake, he would need to learn why he called it that. Then he would compel him to take him to where ever it was from which he came. If there were more of these 'men' there, and Sammy felt sure that there were, then no matter where ever they were, if he was there too, then food would never be a problem ever again.

***

Two days later, the big automated mining rig completed filling the hold of Cliff's ship with high grade bauxite ore. Shortly thereafter, just as Cliff had finished loading the rig and his speeder into the ship, he turned and saw Sammy standing there. Naked and smiling, the boy seemed harmless enough. Even with his mind somewhat clouded by the boy's recent control of his thoughts and actions, the space man could vividly recall the wonderful sex that he had been having with the boy these last few days. Without any mind control by the young alien, Cliff realized that he was reluctant to leave Bellatrix Four without the kid. After all, if the boy would go with him, he could contribute to Cliff's mining operation as well as provide a permanent source of sexual gratification in space, something that he had been missing in the solo mining that he had been doing in recent years. Masturbation was better than nothing, but having a boy onboard who could provide for his sexual needs was something else again.

Cliff smiled back at the boy, and being the direct kind of guy that he was, simply said (or more accurately thought) "We make a pretty good team. How would you like to come with me and see the galaxy? I promise to bring you back here whenever you get tired of traveling with me. What do you say? Does that appeal to you?"

The Sammi boy thought for a minute before answering and then looked at Cliff and said "Yes, I would like to see other worlds where I don't have to spend all of my time hunting for food and defending it when I do find it. I have read enough of your thoughts to understand the basics of space travel as you call it. Then too, you and I are good together when it comes to what you call sex. Yes, I would like it very much if I were to go with you."

***

As the ship took off from the surface of Bellatrix Four, it circled the area where Cliff had been mining these last few days. The Earthman looked out of the bridge window and saw how well the rig had smoothed out the soil where only yesterday it had been digging for bauxite ore. He smiled thinking to himself In this climate, in a month no one will ever know that anyone has ever been here.

Sammy sat beside Cliff in what would have been the co-pilot's chair, if Cliff had had a co-pilot. The young alien was what for him was 'wide-eyed' as he realized that he was not only flying for the first time in his young life, but that the ground of his 'Home World' was rapidly disappearing below him. To himself, Sammy was thinking This is going to be great. This man is a steady source of food and now he's going to be there just for me. I'll never go hungry again. Then he relaxed as he had never been able to do back on Bellatrix Four and was at peace. After all, food was there whenever he wanted it. What more could a young Sammi ask out of life.

The ship turned in the direction of Rigel Seven where a buyer waited for their load of Bauxite ore. Little did Cliff realize what he was about to unleash on the unsuspecting colonists of that distant planet. Bellatrix Four was not a quarantined planet without good reason.

An Alien On The Space Dock

Cliff Wilson brought "Sammy," the native boy from Bellatrix Four, with him when he took his ship to Rigel Seven. Unfortunately, the spaceman did not realize what he was unleashing on the unsuspecting colonists of that planet. Bellatrix Four was not a quarantined planet for nothing.

7,000 words / 14 pages
Cliff Wilson, a space miner (41yo), Rory (13yo); Sammy, the Bellatrix IV native boy (13yo?); Bill, a part Devonian boy (13yo); and various security guards
t-alien – coer oral

A Visitor from Bellatrix Four

Thirteen year-old Rory had met the Bellatrix Four native when his space craft had crash landed on that world and had been fortunate enough to escape to tell about it. Little did he realize that their paths were about to cross again

Rory was bored. The spaceship on which his parents worked, the bulk freighter Argonaut, was in space dock orbiting Rigel Seven for repairs following its collision with a debris field near the quarantined planet, Bellatrix Four. His mother and father were using their time in space dock to requalify for their 'blue cards' as their space ship crew licenses were called. After all, there was little that they could do while the ship was being repaired and they were required to have a license in order to hold a position on even a bulk carrier where things like a license were often looked at in a rather casual way.

This left him trying to figure out how to fill up his day while they were in class. Doing his school work was just not holding his interest on this particular morning. Even floating in space orbiting Rigel Seven had lost his interest. At least the crew section of the ship had been replaced and they had been able to move back aboard the ship. The new living quarters were nicer than the old and even had artificial gravity. Nevertheless, the novelty had worn off.

I wish that they had decided to do the repairs to the ship down on the planet rather than keeping us up here in orbit, thought Rory as he played with his pencil. Of course, when the company for whom your parents work is doing everything as cheaply as possible, keeping the ship orbiting the planet was about all that you could expect.

Suddenly, a shadow crossed the table where his school books lay unread. Looking out one of the port holes on the starboard side of the ship, Rory could see that two space tugs were moving a small space mining ship into position for docking at the next 'pier' across from where his ship (or rather his parents' ship) was docked. He could just make out the name Aurora on the ship's side. From the looks of its battered hull, the smaller ship appeared to have seen a lot of wear and could use a good overhaul.

There was a dull thud as the smaller ship connected with the pier and then a couple of clicking sounds as the magnetic binding clamps secured the ship in place alongside the docking 'pier'. Rory would not have thought that the term 'pier' was anything but what he now saw before him. In truth, it was more like an enclosed pressurized tube that extended out from a central core. In it were a number of airtight doors, one of which was aligned with a similar door on a space craft so that the ship and the pier could be linked together. Once this was done, it was easy to access the space dock from a ship that was docked there. The system was fully pressurized with complete life support facilities. For one who wanted to come and go from one of the ships, it was more like walking down a corridor at a hotel than being somewhere in space.

Rory hoped that someone his own age might be part of the crew of the smaller vessel at the next pier. As they say, beware of what you wish for, you just might get your wish.

***

Once his ship was secure in space dock, Cliff Wilson secured his engines and transferred everything over to 'shore power' as it was still called even now centuries after there was no longer any shore there. Giving his old engines a rest while the space dock provided power for life support for his ship would be a welcome change for the couple of days that it would take to overhaul his ship. Fortunately, he had gotten a good price for his cargo of high grade bauxite ore and unloaded it earlier that morning before proceeding on to space dock. If his warp drive has not been acting up on the trip from Bellatrix Four, he probably would not have been in space dock. Unfortunately, he would have to leave Sammy behind while he went 'ashore' to check in with the space dock manager and make the final arrangements for the various things that he wanted done in the way of repairs and service for his ship.

At least the kid had acclimated well to space travel and the sex that he provided was great. Too bad, he hadn't thought of having an 'apprentice' years ago. Having the boy on board beat the heck out of masturbating.

Across the bridge, Cliff could see that Sammy was sitting at the low chart table where he was enjoying a 3-D video from the ship's computerized recreational files. The space miner smiled to himself. It sure doesn't take a lot to entertain that kid, he thought. It was obvious that the boy was fascinated with the videos that were available from the ship's library.

Let him have his fun. It hurts nothing, he thought to himself. At least he had been able to get him to wear a tee shirt, even if it was his only garment; it at least came down to the middle of his thighs. His well-muscled dark olive young body filled it out nicely and made you want him to take it off. With his dark complexion and the dark, velvety black hair on his head, Sammy looked like he might have come from one of the Latin countries on old Earth. His face had high cheekbones and a sort of pug nose. If he had been an Earth boy, girls would probably have said that he was 'cute' rather than handsome. However, it was his eyes that were different and would have tipped off most people that he was not exactly human. They were a golden brown in color and almost seemed to glow in the bright lights of the ship's small bridge. In full sunlight, that glow was obvious.

"Sammy, stay here and enjoy the videos. I have to go over to the space dock's manager's office to arrange for repairs and services for the ship. I shouldn't be gone long," said (or rather thought) Cliff as he headed for the door.

"Ok, Captain," thought Sammy back to him as he continued to play whatever video game he had found only minutes before.

Cliff waved and left for his meeting with the space dock manager chuckling to himself. He liked the way that Sammy called him 'Captain'.

***

Over on the Argonaut, Rory could see the portholes on the Aurora just 100 meters or so [300 ft] across the pier in space dock. He could even detect movement there behind their thick pressurized glass portholes. Intrigued, he looked to see if he could make out anyone. At first, it appeared that there was an adult who seemed to be leaving the ship. There was nothing strange about that. Then, just as he was about to go back to his homework, he noticed what appeared to be a boy pass by first one and then a second porthole. At least there seems to be someone my age on that ship, he thought to himself. He wondered if he could go over there and introduce himself without getting into trouble with his parents. After all, he was supposed to stay on the ship.

***

Sammy couldn't really understand why he had to remain on the ship. He would like to have seen more of this strange place that the man called a 'space dock'. However, food (what the Earthman called 'cum') was plentiful and there was not any need to go looking for it. Of course, if staying on the ship was all that it took to keep the man happy, Sammy was willing to go along with it, at least for now.

***

In previous visits to the space dock, Rory had made a friend in another boy who lived there. His friend's father was one of the supervisors who oversaw work on ships that docked there for service and repairs. Living on the space dock just made sense when a man had to be 'on call' a good deal of the day and as well as the night. Having your family living there with you was no problem. After all, at the hub of the space dock, there was a mall that catered to the needs of visiting ships, the dock's administrative offices, a health club, and even a school as well as crew quarters and ship repair facilities. Taken together, it made it seem like living on a well-developed island or even in a small self-contained colony.

The only problem, if you could call it that, was the fact that Bill, Rory's friend, was one quarter Devonian. The Devonians were a humanoid race on one of the planets in the Rigel star system. Early on, space travelers were attracted to their women because of certain shell we say 'talents' that they have in the bedroom. As a result, it wasn't long before it was apparent that the two species could produce viable offspring. Bill's mother was the child of an Earth father and a Devonian mother. Looking at Bill, there wasn't much difference between him and an ordinary Earth boy except for the fact that Bill's ears were pointed at the top rather like those of that old TV show character, 'Mr. Spock'. He also had a rather pale complexion and two rather prominent canine teeth. Other than these minor differences in appearance, there was nothing about him that made him any different from any other thirteen year-old boy.

***

There was a buzz as someone activated the buzzer on the airlock door that opened into the hallway that Rory knew as 'the pier'. The startled boy jumped up from the table and hurried over to the door. He had been expecting Bill to drop by after class.

Without even checking the door's visitor video screen, Rory opened the door. Sure enough, there stood Bill, in his sweat stained tee shirt and gym shorts with a basketball in one hand.

"What's up? Hey, why are you in your old gym shorts? I thought that we were going to play some video games?"

"How about a change of plans? I was hoping that you might want to go to the health club with me and shoot some hoops," (i.e. Play basketball) replied Bill laughing and making mock punches at Rory's midsection with his free hand.

"Sorry, man. I have to stay here on the ship until my folks get back from class. Want to come in and play a video game or something else that we can do here?" asked the Earth boy.

"Yeah, I guess, if you have to stay onboard, a video game would be fun. Any chance that I could use your shower? I have some clean clothes in my pack. I thought that we would play basketball and didn't shower after class and must smell a little ripe. After all, you're the one who said that you can't leave his ship," asked Bill laughingly.

"Sure, why not?" replied Rory. "We have shore power and water is being piped to the ship so I don't have to be careful about what I use while we're here. Come on back to my stateroom. You can use my shower."

Moments later, they were in Rory's small stateroom. A bathroom opened off one end of the compartment and consisted of the usual fixtures. Usually, these were set up for use in space where gravity didn't always cause the water to collect at the bottom. However, they were also convertible for use in areas like space dock which had real or artificial gravity.

Bill pulled his tee shirt over his head letting it slip off his well-defined young shoulders and fall to the deck. Then stepped out of his running shoes and put his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts which quickly followed his shirt to the deck.

He stood up and ran his hands over his naked muscular young body. At thirteen and a half, Bill was about 5ft 6in [1.70 m] tall and weighed 150 lbs. [68 kg]. His Devonian heritage had helped insure that he would always be lean with a pale complexion. His athletic body had the beginnings of well-defined muscles, particularly in his arms and chest. His package was every bit that of an Earth boy, if a little larger than average. A flaccid three and a half inch [9 cm] penis hung over large, well-formed balls that were carried close to his body. Again, his Devonian heritage most likely had played a part in this as their males were known for being 'well endowed' by Earth standards. His face was similar to that of Rory with high cheekbones and piercing dark blue eyes. However, it was the fact that each of his ears ended in a distinct point that would have made the ordinary Earthman look twice at him and realize that he was not exactly human.

Bill and Rory had enjoyed the pleasure of each other's bodies before when Rory's ship had been in port in the space dock that orbited Rigel Seven. "A little shower sex might loosen things up," said Rory as he fingered the growing bulge in his shorts. Let me help you out," said the Earth boy as he smiled at his friend.

"I was wondering if I was going to have to drag you into the shower?" replied Bill. Quickly Rory stripped off his own clothes as the two naked boys made their way into the small shower.

Rory turned the water on and let it settle on a warm spray. The two of them stepped into the cascade and ran their hands slowly over each other's horny young bodies. Rory took a piece of soap from the shower dish and began to soap Bill's chest slowly working his way down his abs and into his hairless pubic area. With his other hand he circled the other boy's stiffening penis. Rory himself quickly became fully erect. For support, Bill leaned back against the confining wall of the shower. His eyes were glazed as Rory's experienced hand raced up and down his rock-hard cock. Soon, his pale face was blank almost like he was in a trance.

At the same time, Bill had found another piece of soap and stroked Rory's hard penis in a soapy but very effective motion. It didn't take long before Rory rose up on the balls of his feet so that he was straining as he continued to lean back against the wall for support. Then it happened. The two boys climaxed almost at the same moment and erupted in large streams of gray-white cum followed by several shorter bursts.

***

Just across the pier on the Argonaut Sammy could smell food. He was not really hungry but those of his species were always on the alert for food sources. It was just the way that they were built. They were 'wired' to come to something like an 'erection' whenever food presented itself. Common sense went out the window and the food urge took over. The fact that what Sammy called food was the same as what humans called 'cum' was lost in translation. Up until now, with just Cliff and him on the mining ship, whenever his hunger and Cliff's need for sex became great enough that something needed to be done, there was no problem solving both needs at once. However, here, in space dock with all of its competing 'food' sources, that was not the case. This was something that Cliff had not known about the natives of Bellatrix Four when he decided to take 'Sammy' with him on board the Argonaut.

***

The smell of food nearby was entirely too much for Sammy. His eyes were glazed as he hurried over to the door that connected his own ship to the hall-like pier. Pressing the access button, the portal slid open noiselessly.

The young alien looked out into the hallway and saw no one. Then he sniffed the air. The smell of food was stronger and coming from down the passageway leading off to the left. After the way of his kind, he just followed his very sensitive nose in the direction of the source of the 'food'.

With no one in sight, it only took moments for him to locate the door that led to Rory's ship where the two boys had just finished their sexual encounter.

Mimicking what he had seen Cliff do, Sammy pressed the buzzer beside the portal and waited impatiently for someone to open the door and thus reveal the food source.

***

Rory was the first out of the shower and still drying off his wet teenaged body when he heard the buzzer indicating that someone was at the door that connected his ship to the space dock's pier.

"There's someone at the main door to the ship," he hollered at Bill who was still in the shower. "I'll get it and see what they want. My Dad said that there might be an estimator coming by to check on the evaporators to see what they will need for an overhaul."

With nothing but a towel wrapped around his slim waist, Rory hurried to the door that led from the wardroom to the pier. As luck would have it, he didn't check the viewfinder to see who was on the other side and just pushed the button on the bulkhead by the door that would open the portal from inside the ship. That was his first mistake.

The door slid silently open to reveal Sammy standing there wearing nothing but a very large tee shirt.

Rory's eyes went wide as recognized the alien boy that he had met six months earlier when he was marooned on Bellatrix Four. Sammy was equally startled remembering what a great source of 'food' the boy that now stood before him had been when they had met by chance that one time on his home world.

Before the Earth boy could speak or cry out, Sammy willed him to silence. Remembering back to what Lt. Madison had said about the natives of Bellatrix Four, he tried to turn to run to the nearest ship's alarm box, but again Sammy willed him to remain where he was.

Sammy came through the door and let it close behind him. Slowly, he circled the now immobile Rory. The Earth boy kept trying to run from the young alien, but somehow his legs just wouldn't work. As it was, he could only stand there while Sammy looked him over as though he were examining a piece of meat in the marketplace.

The young alien reached out and slowly pulled on the end of Rory's towel. The damp terry cloth dropped to the deck of the wardroom leaving the boy standing there naked. The Earth boy could feel himself breathing hard with his heart racing. No matter how much he tried, he could neither speak nor move.

Sammy liked what he saw. He knew that the slim teenager with the firm body and nice ass was a good source of food. The alien appreciated what Rory could provide.

The Earth boy felt a hand gently stroking the side of his face. There was a warm, slightly tingling yet calming sensation as the alien boy touched him. Rory remembered that feeling from when they had first met back on Bellatrix Four. Slowly but surely, he first felt at ease, and then at peace, as the sensation spread throughout his body.

Sammy let his hand move slowly down across the Earth boy's firm chest and over his abs. Playfully, he tweaked his dime-sized light brown nipples before moving on down to Rory's now fully erect four inch [10 cm] penis. With an experienced hand, Sammy let his fingers close around the boy's hard organ. Gently, he began to move up and down the hard throbbing shaft.

With half glazed eyes, the Earth boy was remembering how good it had felt when the alien boy had done that to him before. There was just something about the way that he did it that made the feeling particularly warm and tingling. Because the sexual stimulation was so intense, 'wonderful' was the only word that crossed his totally absorbed mind. The fact that he had only just had sex with Bill only seemed to add to the way that the current encounter was affecting him.

Sammy dropped to his knees and slowly ran his tongue across the head of Rory's penis. To the Earth boy, the way that he caressed the glans was unique and wonderful. The teenager inhaled deeply and thought that he might explode from the touch alone. Then, Sammy began to lick and suck Rory's dick. The young Earthling's mind went blank as the pleasure that only sex can bring intensified to the point that it consumed his every thought. Nothing else crossed his mind as he sank deeper and deeper into the abyss of boy on boy sex that knew no equal.

Hardly any time at all passed before he reached orgasm and shot great gobs of gray-white liquid into Sammy's mouth. Even in his trance-like state, Rory knew that he had never shot that much cum the second time around during a single afternoon of sex. There must have been at least three big bursts followed by several smaller ones before he trickled to a stop and was empty. He had just had sex with Bill. How could he now produce so much cum? Somehow, he knew that there was not a drop of cum left in his young body

Sammy stood up and ran a hand across his mouth. Slowly, he pulled himself away from Rory. He ran his hand over the Earth boy's body once more caressing him as he went. This time, the sensation was not at all sexual in nature. There was just a soothing and relaxing feeling rather like he was receiving some sort of tranquilizer from the other boy's touch. It was an extremely good feeling that was not often there when he had sex with another Earth boy.

All of this time, Bill was taking his time finishing with his shower. As Rory and Sammy finished having sex in the middle of the ship's wardroom, there was the sound of the water being shut off that came from Rory's bathroom.

Then, from the shower Bill hollered out "Hey, Rory! What are you doing in there? I thought that we were going to play Video games. Where did you drop off to?"

In his single-minded fixation on sex, Sammy had not realized that there might be anyone else in the crew's quarters on board the Argonaut. Willing Rory not to move nor cry out, the young alien moved cautiously toward the door that led into the other compartment and the bath beyond. Through the half open door, he could see the pale back of the naked Bill who was still drying himself after his shower. The firm muscles of Bill's young back moved invitingly as he continued to dry himself.

Another one, thought Sammy to himself. Food in this place is particularly plentiful. I wonder if this pale boy will produce as much food as this boy that I met on my home world?

Not hearing an answer from his friend, Bill turned in the direction of the door to the compartment to see what he was doing. Instead, Sammy stood there expecting to will Bill into a motionless silence as he had Rory. Instead, the look on Bill's face turned to one of shock and alarm at the presence of the young unknown alien boy. The scream that followed was particularly loud and not at all what the young alien had expected.

Unbeknownst to Sammy, his ability to control, speech, motion, and what the mind thought that it saw was not a universal ability that extended to all races. While the natives of Bellatrix Four could easily immobilize an Earthling, keep him from speaking, and sexually milk him dry while all the while presenting the most pleasing image possible, it was quite evident that they could not do that with every creature including a Devonian or even a part Devonian like Bill. As it was, Bill had just enough Devonian blood in his heritage that Sammy's efforts at mind control were useless on him.

***

While Sammy's alien mind could not control everything about what Bill did like he could an Earth boy like Rory, he was still a lot stronger than the part Devonian boy. He lunged at the startled teenager before he could punch the alarm buzzer that would have summonsed help. Caught by surprise, Sammy shoved him back and over the end of the lower bunk. Bill, caught off guard, lost his balance and, as he went down, hit his head hard on the projecting metal edge of the upper bunk. Things spun around and then everything went white as he lost consciousness.

Minutes later, when he came to, Bill found himself strapped to the lower bunk with the bunk straps that had been used when the ship had not had artificial gravity to hold a sleeper in his bunk. He tried to move but found that the straps held him firmly in place. No matter how much he strained against them, he couldn't get loose. Sammy had known what he was doing when he secured him to the bunk.

The young alien looked down at the part Devonian boy and only saw another food source. Having just had sex with Rory, he was certainly not hungry, but being from a race that existed mainly to feed and breed, he was able to store food in his body that would provide for his needs for several days before needing to feed again.

Looking closely, he could see that the boy strapped to the bunk had sharply pointed ears and a pale complexion that made him at least somewhat different from the one called 'Rory'. He could see the pale boy trying to holler but, of course, nothing came from his open mouth. Then he noticed the sharp teeth that the boy in the other room did not have. This was definitely a different sort of creature from the other one.

While Sammy could not control everything about Bill like he did with Rory, he found that he was still able to limit the part Devonian boy's movements. It was harder to be sure, but when he willed Bill to remain still, the Earth boy could only move the slightest bit no matter how much his panicked mind tried to fight against his bonds.

Of course, it would have been better if Sammy could have calmed the pale boy strapped to the bunk, but the fact that he could not move was enough to ensure that he could be used as a food source and not do anything about it.

Sammy looked down at Bill on the bunk as he carefully evaluated the situation. Since the Earth boy's hands were secure, they were already of the way. Then, Sammy reached down and spread Bill's legs apart. Bill's eyes bulged as his mind strained against this invasion of his body. The young alien then knelt beside the bunk and looked on as the teenager on the bed continued mentally to struggle against his bonds.

There was nothing that Bill could do as he watched the other boy's hand encircle his penis. Although his organ was no longer totally erect, Bill felt utterly humiliated and powerless as Sammy's fingers encircled his penis against his will. Then, he lifted Bill's penis upward as he slid his other hand under the Earth boy's scrotum and gently lifted his testicles rolling them back and forth in his fingers like two eggs being examined in the market place.

Bill could feel the unknown young alien's hands gently holding his most intimate and private parts. Even with fear of the unknown racing through his body, it was too much for him. He felt his penis swell and throb between the other boy's fingers as he tried desperately to will it not to do so. In what seemed like seconds, it was rock hard.

Since he couldn't control the immobile Bill's mind like he had Rory's, Sammy eliminated the sex play that had calmed Rory and readied him for milking. In this case, the young alien had simply knelt beside the bunk and took Bill's hard penis in his hand. Then, he ran his fingers up and down the shaft a few times to make sure that it was hard. Then, he lowered himself over its head and began to suck the fully erect organ.

Now it was Bill's turn to feel the intense pleasure that the alien could bring to dick sucking. Like his friend Rory, the teenager inhaled deeply and thought that he might explode. As Sammy licked and sucked his penis, the young part Devonian boy's mind went blank as the sexual experience intensified. Nothing else crossed his mind as he too was lost in the abyss of boy on boy sex. Then, he too exploded for the second time in an hour. 'How could I still have all of that cum in me?' was the only thought that crossed his mind.

***

As Sammy wiped his chin so as not to lose a drop of cum, he was confused. He had never before encountered a situation where he had not been able to control completely what one of these creatures did or said or what it thought it saw for that matter. He looked again at the face of the pale boy with the pointed ears as he lay there strapped to the bunk. This one was somewhat different from the one still frozen in place in the other room. Now that he had emptied both boys of 'food', his attentions turned back to the difference between the two that he had ignored in his food lust.

'Could it be that not all of these creatures are the same?' was the thought that raced through his head. He had already witnessed that he could not control the thoughts and movements of some of them as well as he could others. He had not experienced this before now. The thought that this was indeed true shook the young alien to the core. This made hunting for food among them a challenge that could put him at risk if he misjudged his ability to control the situation.

Quickly Sammy left the Argonaut and ran back along the passageway in the direction of his own ship. Once there, he vowed not to leave its safety again.

***

Without Sammy being there to reinforce his will, it was only a minute or so before the immobilizing effect wore off of both sexually drained boys on the Argonaut Rory more staggered than walked to the nearest alarm box and hit the red button to summon help.

Within five minutes a three-man security detail arrived at the ship with their guns drawn and set on stun. While it was common for there to be mechanical and electrical emergencies onboard the space dock, it was rare that anyone tripped the personal emergency alarm on a ship much less on the dock itself.

The security officer cautiously opened the outer door of the Argonaut and scanned the room with both his eyes and his gun before motioning his two men into the room. Once inside, they were confronted by Rory still standing there in the middle of the room naked and dazed. One of the men reached out and shook the teenager by the shoulder trying to get him to regain his wits. The other two guards headed to the door that led to the rest of crew's quarters. They found Bill still strapped to the bunk. His naked body was still breathing hard but his mind was clear.

"Thank God you're here! It was awful!" exclaimed Bill to the guards his hands still shaking from his encounter with the young alien from Bellatrix Four.

"What's the emergency?" demanded the head of the security detail. "You boys don't look like you're in any kind of danger? And why are you both naked? Have you boys been experimenting with drugs? What's going on here?"

The questions tumbled out faster than Bill could even try to answer them. Finally, there was a pause and Bill could say "There was some kind of strange alien here that was attacking Rory. I haven't seen anything like it before. He had him under some kind of spell and was, well, sucking his dick."

"What the hell," exclaimed the guard with his disbelief showing on his face. "Describe the alien to me."

"He was the size and shape of an Earth boy of about thirteen or fourteen and was only wearing what looked like a large tee shirt. He was well-muscled with skin that was sort of olive toned. He had dark black hair and golden brown eyes. I heard sucking sounds from the room where Rory was. That's what got my attention in the first place," said Bill describing Sammy to the security guards.

Turning to Rory, the officer said "Is that what you saw here on your ship?"

Rory had begun to regain his wits and replied. "Yes, I saw the same boy. I recognized him as a boy that I first encountered when I was marooned on Bellatrix Four." Then he added sheepishly "Yes, it's true, he sucked my dick and I couldn't seem to move while he did it. I don't even remember wanting him to do that to me."

"Bellatrix Four is a quarantined planet. If it was someone from there, whoever let him off that planet is in big trouble," said the head guard in a gruff voice. Then he added, "It sounds like whatever was in here may have the ability to make you do whatever it wants you to do."

Turning back to Bill, the officer said "You're not entirely human yourself. Are you? Maybe the affect that this intruder has on humans is different from what it has on those that are not human."

Bill tried to hide the anger that he felt at the guard's remark but it was still evident in his voice when he replied "I'm three-quarters human. My mother is half Devonian."

The officer just nodded and turning to his two men, said "We didn't see anyone in the passageway when we came up. The only other ship on this pier is the Aurora. Let's check her out first before calling for backup. It could be that the creature came from there."

***

Minutes later, as fate would have it, Cliff was on his way back to his ship as the security detail emerged from the Argonaut looking for Sammy. There in the passage way, with the business ends of two guns pointed at him, Cliff offered no resistance. Slowly, he raised his hands in response to a command by the officer in charge of the detail.

"An alien just attacked a couple of boys on this ship. Identify yourself!" barked the officer.

"I have my identity card on a lanyard around my neck. My ship, the Aurora, is docked at the next pier. I'm just on my way back there from a meeting with the manager of the space dock about services for my ship," explained the space miner not sure of what was happening.

It was quickly becoming clear that Cliff was not the one for whom they were searching. Nevertheless, the office demanded "Have you seen any aliens or anything strange in the passageway on your way back to your ship?"

"No, I haven't," replied Cliff hoping that Sammy had not left the ship.

"We need to check your ship. It's the only other one in this part of the space dock. The alien could be hiding there," responded the security officer in his best no nonsense manner as he shifted his weapon uneasily in his hands.

"I feel sure that he is not on my ship. I took the precaution of locking the airlock door when I went to meet with the space dock manager," said Cliff coolly hoping not to show the concern that he was beginning to feel.

If Sammy left the ship and got mixed up with a couple of Earth boys, this could go badly. My young friend from Bellatrix Four is an undocumented alien and the authorities here on Rigel Seven don't take kindly to breaking their law about no undocumented aliens being allowed on the planet or in its vicinity, thought Cliff.

However, he was in no position to stop the guards from searching his ship. Moments later, when the airlock door slid open, noise from the next compartment alerted them to Sammy's presence.

The young alien was shaking but offered no resistance as the guards leveled their weapons at him and barked "Hands up! No funny stuff!"

Sammy, who had his back to the guards, slowly raised his hands without turning around. It was clear that he was going to come quietly.

"Turn around!" demanded the officer in charge. Slowly Sammy turned to face them. He made no effort to control what they did or saw. Four of these creatures were more than he could manage at one time. He would just have to let them see him in his real form.

From the back, all that the guards saw was what appeared to be an Earth boy of about thirteen or fourteen who was only wearing what looked like a large tee shirt. He was well-muscled with skin that was sort of olive toned. His hair was thick and jet black.

However, when he turned around what made him different was the fact that he had no mouth, only something like a long snout that ended in an opening that looked rather like a vacuum hose. You could say that in the face, he looked something like an anteater only with a much bigger opening at the end of his snout.

Once they got over the shock of the alien features of Sammy's face, they saw that, by Earth standards, his hands were disproportionately large for a boy. Then, they realized that each of Sammy's fingers was about twice as long as an Earthling's fingers and ended in what looked like a small suction cup. This was definitely not a human boy.

***

Only when he saw the guards bringing Sammy out of the ship in handcuffs did what he had been doing sink in for Cliff. Seeing the young alien from Bellatrix Four in his true form made the space miner realize that he had been fooled all these weeks by Sammy's ability to control what he thought that he saw. Like the rest of them, he was somewhat repulsed when he saw Sammy in this true form. Still, he had to admit that it had been great sex, while it lasted. Too bad the boy couldn't have stayed on his own ship. The way things had been could only be described as great. Now Cliff would have to face the authorities and they would not be very forgiving.

***

Three weeks later on Bellatrix Four, Cliff stood outside the former crews' quarters of the Argonaut that he was to call home for the next year. The sun was rising over the lush green of the jungle that began just beyond the clearing. He knew that Sammy would soon be coming.

The authorities on Rigel Seven had found him guilty of smuggling a dangerous native off of a quarantined planet. His sentence was somehow appropriate, if also somewhat cruel. The court had sentenced him to spend a year living on Bellatrix Four. During that time, if he survived being a 'cum cow' for his alien friend, then he would be freed at the end of the year. If not, well, let's just say that as far as the authorities on Rigel Seven were concerned, he got what was coming to him.

Doesn't that kid ever tire of sucking the cum out of me? thought Cliff to himself as he waited for the young native of Bellatrix Four and another daily round of sex to begin. After all, too much of a good thing can become torture in its own way or so Cliff was learning the hard way.

The End (or maybe not)