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Surviving On Bellatrix Four

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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?)
t-alien – non-conc oral anal

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.