Universe … The last frontier …

These are the voyages of the Spaceship Venture.

Its non-stop mission:

to explore strange new worlds;

to search for new life and new civilizations;

to boldly cum where no one has cum before …

Act I
THE AMBASSADOR'S SON

Captain's log

Stardate 44253.1

We will be arriving on Starbase 14 within the hour, where The Venture will be undergoing repairs for the following week. The crew is still trying to cope with the memories of the things we all did during our crisis with the Belphagorian beast, and Counselor Ruavu Daelar has been inundated with work. After the tragic loss of Lieutenant Commander Winters and his son, I am evaluating potential candidates to fill the Chief Security Officer position, but truth is, it will not be easy to find someone who will measure up to the task.

Captain Sykes Dar was sitting in his ready room, waiting for final word on the crew's departure, when the door chime sounded.

"Come," he said.

As the door slid open, Commander Derian Dormak, the blue skinned First Officer of the Venture came inside the room and stood across from the captain.

"Captain," he said.

"Yes, Number One?" Captain Sykes Dar said.

"The Venture has been completely evacuated now, sir," Derian Dormak said.

"Great news, Number One," Captain Dar said, "Dismissed."

Commander Derian Dormak looked at Captain Dar surprised, but started walking towards the door. When he was standing before the door, he turned around and looked at his commanding officer.

"Anything else, Commander?" Captain Dar asked.

"No, Sir," Derian Dormak replied, "I just thought you'd be leaving too. Admiral Clayton is receiving us in twenty minutes time."

"Thank you, Number One," Sykes Dar said, "I'll join you in the Admiral's office in no time. Dismissed."

Once his First Officer had left his ready room, Captain Dar remained in quiet contemplation. For a long time he'd been into S&M and had had his share of experiences as a Dom. For a year now he'd had a crush on lovely Dewey De'Lorna, his twelve-year old helmsman. Captain Dar had always imagined he'd eventually disclose his feelings to his young Ensign, but he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened during their mission to the Belphagor Nebula. He had never imagined how things would turn out under the influence of the Belphagorian Beast's pheromone. He was troubled, because he did not regret what had happened for a second. The memory of Dewey De'Lorna restrained and cumming for hours still made him rock hard. The one thing that worried him, was that Dewey would grow apart from him, before it they had been very close. He would definitely resent it if Dewey and him grew apart.

The real reason why he was postponing leaving his chair and boarding Starbase 14 was Admiral Clayton, the man in command of Starbase 14. It had been probably a good ten years since he had last seen Ethan Clayton and he was not sure he wanted to see him now even though they had been through so much together some twenty years before.

He didn't have much of a choice though. So, he stood up from his chair, sighed, shook his head and walked towards the exit of his ready room. For a full week they'd be on Starbase 14, and he had ordered mandatory R&R for the crew, so there was no point in delaying his meeting with Ethan Clayton. Now that everyone was going to be off duty for a week, Captain Sykes Dar hoped he would have a chance to have a talk with Dewey De'Lorna.

B'ok Ambassador Nelrew Molzan was finishing getting groomed for the ceremony. He was very attentive to the detail of his speech as his aide, Roijin Zejerd helped him with inflections and speech patterns. After so many years of isolation, the B'ok had finally decided to start trading with the races of the Federation and Ambassador Nelrew had been chosen for the task. Globip Molzan, the thirteen-year old son of the ambassador was bored as hell as his father got ready for his assignment.

This was Globip's first time far from home and he was not really happy. He was, however, the Ambassador's only male son and thus he had been forced to accompany his father on this mission. His mother had remained home caring for newborn sister Glinn. Since today was an official ceremony, Globip would not be by his father's side, but he'd remain in his quarters. More than ever, he missed hanging out with his friends back in the B'ok Homeworld.

"So," Globip said, "how long is this ceremony stuff gonna take, father?"

"A couple of hours at most, son," Nelrew Molzan replied, "As soon as I'm off I promise we'll go sightseeing around the Starbase."

Globip Molzan looked at his father with a frown and then looked down.

"What is it, son?" the man asked.

"Nothing," Globip replied.

"Okay," Nelrew Molzan said, "I'll see you in a couple of hours. I heard there's a variety of interesting programs in Holodecks on this Starbase."

"Uh-huh," Globip said.

"Take the VIP Pass Roijin got us and get entertained until I come back. Have some fun."

"Okay," Globip said.

Ambassador Nelrew Molzan left their assigned quarters followed by his aide, leaving Globip alone. The boy was for sure not planning on spending two hours in a boring Holodeck. While preparing to accompany his father on this mission, Globip Molzan had done extensive research on the Federation in order to be of diplomatic assistance. He had heard of some very interesting places on Starbase 14 and, as his father left, he knew this would probably be his only chance to explore the street market and maybe, just maybe, look around those 'not-so-reputable' places he had found out about on the subnet.

Yes, this was most definitely his chance. He got off his bed and walked outside their quarters. Globip Molzan was definitely difficult to miss in the crowd because of the wide cobalt blue tunic he was wearing. It was a known fact that male members of the B'ok wore long loose tunics in order to always be comfortable with their big genitalia. Of all species registered in the Federation Database it was the B'ok who still had the record.

According to Starforce files, an adult male B'ok's penis in its flaccid state could measure up to 25 cm [10"] with a girth of 10 cm [4"]. When erect, the B'ok penis could measure up to 55 cm [22"] with a girth of 30 cm [12"], the glans growing to four times its size. Because of their big genitalia, the B'ok traditionally wore a cloth piece known as the cureau, similar to a human jockstrap in much bigger dimensions -to keep their genitals compacted- and wore the Tunic, traditionally called Sjaak, to conceal their goods.

Globip Molzan started walking in the direction of the Street Market. According to the files he'd seen in their quarters' computers, the Street Market was a lot of fun and a place to get entertained even if you didn't buy anything. After a twenty-minute walk and having taken more turbolifts than he could count, he arrived in the place where the market was supposed to be located. True, it was not what he had imagined and it did seem a lot more dangerous than he could've guessed. Still, he was there and he was going to make the most of this experience.

Or so he thought.

Lots of merchants called to him in a variety of languages announcing their merchandise, but he got the gist of what they were offering as he saw the items on the stalls. He walked for a while, every now and then dismissing vendors who wanted to engage him in buying something. He was walking through the darkest side of the market, when his eyes opened wide as he saw holographic ads of whores on display. Wait, was that even legal on a Starbase? It must've been, because the place did not seem particularly concealed.

"Pst, pst," he suddenly heard.

He tried to ignore it, but the noise was insistent.

"Pst, young master," the voice said now.

Globip Molzan turned and saw a man enveloped in a dark cloak. The man was slightly bent, as if old and he looked at him.

"Are you looking for some fun, young master?" the old man asked.

"Uh … no, not really … I … um …" Globip replied.

The man chuckled.

"I understand. But if you were," the old man said, "I'd be the man to talk to."

"Thanks," Globip said and started walking.

The man started walking with him.

"You're someone important," the old man said, "I can tell because of your outfit. I bet you're worried about discretion."

Globip smiled nervously but kept on walking.

"We have them all," the man said, "the best females, the best males, the best intersexuals."

"Thanks, but I've …" Globip said.

"There's also VR cabins," the man said, "no interaction with real people, but Virtual Reality for some fun."

That made Globip stop in his tracks.

"Ah," the man said, "the master might be interested in VR cabins for some fun?"

Globip wasn't able to reply, he just looked at the man.

"We have the best cabins in the quadrant, young master," the man said, "and at a very reasonable price."

"How much?" Globip found himself asking.

"Regular cabins, one strip of gold-pressed platinum for the hour," the man said.

"So," Globip asked curiously, "Is there another kind besides regular?"

"The full immersion VR experience, young master," the man said.

"And …" Globip asked hesitantly, "How much does the full immersion cost?"

"Only five strips of gold-pressed platinum for the hour," the man said.

Globip nodded. It was indeed a rather cheap price. He had not wanted to tell the man he had not been with a woman yet and that was the reason why he had seemed hesitant to accept the man's offer. But a VR cabin did not require any skill on his behalf. He had never used a cabin, but he had read about them as he prepared for his father's mission. He had secretly hoped to be able to try a VR Cabin and here was this man offering the service for a ridiculous amount of money.

"I'd … uh … I'd like to … um … try the … the full immersion …" he stammered.

"The young master is wise," the man said, "If you'll follow me."

Globip started walking behind the man in silence. They very quickly were walking through very dark places and Globip started feeling nervous at having trusted this man. What if he was scammed? When he was about to tell the man he should go back, they found the place. It was clearly a sort of brothel and the man conducted him inside. In the place and on their way to the cabins, Globip saw people from every species having sex. Male with female, male with male, female with female, intersexual sex, orgies. He suddenly started feeling a stirring inside his cureau and he hoped they would arrive quickly before his dick started hurting in its cage.

"Here we are, young master," the man said as they entered a room with several doors, "come, cabin 05 is vacant and ready."

"I … uh … I'm not sure what …" he said hoping not to sound too stupid.

"Don't worry, master," the man said, "an assistant will join you shortly."

"Tha-thank … you …" he said and crossed the threshold.

The door closed behind him leaving him in complete darkness.

Captain Sykes Dar, along with Commander Derian Dormak and Dyk'Lan G'hkaris entered Admiral Clayton's office. Admiral Ethan Clayton, a handsome human male well in his sixties looked up from his desk. He had been expecting the officers of the USS Venture.

"Sykes!" Admiral Clayton said as he stood up with a grin on his face.

"Ethan," Sykes Dar said and nodded grinning too.

It was obvious to Sykes Dar that Ethan Clayton was genuinely glad to see him and he felt a bit guilty at having had the opposite feelings. Clayton had been Dar's Commanding Officer back in the day when Sykes Dar was still an Ensign on board the USS Gyroleam. Back then, being a young, enthusiastic and inexperienced ensign, Dar had gotten involved with his commanding officer in what would be his first S&M relationship, but then he'd been a sub. Ethan Clayton had longed for Sykes Dar for a long, long time before he moved on with his life.

And, here they were again.

"It's a great pleasure to see you once again, my … friend," Admiral Clayton said.

"Likewise, Ethan," Captain Dar said.

Sykes Dar knew the man had been very close to saying my Izadim, but he was glad the man had stopped before uttering the word. Used by the Epsiloids, Izadim was a word commonly used to refer to someone beloved, someone who was more than a partner, someone who was one's other half, a kindred spirit.

"These are Derian Dormak, my First Officer," Dar said.

"A pleasure, Admiral," Derian Dormak said.

"Likewise, Commander," the man replied.

"And my Second Officer, Dyk'Lan G'hkaris," Dar added.

"Sir," G'hkaris said nodding.

"Commander," Clayton replied nodding as well.

Three people came from behind Admiral Clayton and bowed to the Captain and his officers.

"My First Officer, Ikum Sozel," Ethan Clayton said pointing at the frog-like Zetarian female.

Ikum bowed with a cold demeanor, a very common trait among the Zetarian.

"My Chief Security Officer, Commander Douglas Warton," Admiral Clayton said pointing at the forty-something human male.

"Captain, Officers," Douglas Warton said bowing.

Captain Dar and his two officers nodded back.

"Chief Security Assistant, Kesnas Tax," Admiral Clayton added introducing Douglas' assistant, a tall and slender white-skinned Velorian male.

Dyk'Lan G'hkaris had never seen a Velorian before and felt as intrigued as attracted to the creature. Velorians had joined the Federation almost a century before, but very few of them had chosen to pursue a career in Starforce. Kesnas Tax was around 2.10 meters [7'11"] tall and slender but toned as well. His face was strange but handsome, over a beautiful set of lips there was a snout instead of a nose and his eyes – a dark shade of blue – set on the sides of his face. He had no hair but a long sort of tentacle hanging down his back. G'hkaris thought the man looked almost like an anthropomorphic shark.

"Captain, Officers," Tax said bowing again.

"Commander Kesnas Tax will be my liaison with your crew, Captain," Admiral Clayton said, "in case something has been overlooked."

"Thanks, Admiral," Dar said, "Commander Tax, Commander G'hkaris will be working directly with you so everything can be coordinated at all times."

"As commanded, Captain," Tax replied.

G'hkaris thought the Velorian had a beautiful and manly voice. He was glad Captain Dar had decided to pick him for this assignment, he definitely wanted to get to know Kesnas Tax as much as this week would allow it. It had been a long time since he had felt attracted to someone, and Tax was definitely the kind of male he'd find attractive.

"Now, Captain," Admiral Clayton said, "I have an official meeting to attend to. The first Ambassador of the B'ok has come in an official capacity."

"I see," Sykes Dar said, "are they applying for membership to the Federation?"

"Not as yet," Ethan Clayton replied, "but to open talks in order to establish a Trade Agreement."

"I see. Interesting that the B'ok would choose to finally begin relationships with the Federation after all this time …" Dar said.

"We can never have too many allies," Clayton said, "Especially now that the political tension between the Epsiloids and the Kremelians continues to escalate."

"I couldn't possibly agree more."

Derian Dormak cleared his throat as if to attract his superiors' attention. Ethan Clayton and Sykes Dar suddenly remembered their officers were still around and turned to dismiss them. Once alone, Ethan Clayton placed his hand on Sykes Dar's shoulder.

"So," he said, "How have you been, my Izadim?"

"For a second there, I thought you were gonna say it in front of our officers," Dar said.

"Oh, I almost did!" Ethan said and laughed.

"I've been doing okay. Lots of fun being in command of the Starforce Flagship."

"Oh, I bet!" Ethan said, "but I meant more, how have you been on a personal note."

"Well, same old boring Sykes Dar," Sykes said.

"I remember you being anything but boring," Ethan said and chuckled.

"I was young then," Dar said and beamed, "Too young for my own good."

"Oh, I hope that doesn't mean you regret us."

"There won't be a time when I'll regret what we lived together, Ethan," Sykes Dar said, "You were, after all, my first true love."

"So were you," Ethan said.

They looked at each other. For the briefest of seconds, it looked as if they were going to kiss. The magic broke almost instantly and Ethan laughed. Sykes Dar laughed as well and they both shook their heads and laughed together. It was true they'd always share a very special feeling for each other, but that had been so very long ago, there was no point in opening that door once again.

"So," Ethan said, "Would you like to meet Ambassador Nelrew Molzan?"

"Oh, I wouldn't miss it for the world!" Sykes said, "It is not every day one has the opportunity to meet a member of such a reclusive race."

"And you turned out quite the diplomat yourself."

"Not really," Sykes said grinning.

"False modesty does not become you, Sykes," Ethan said, "First Contact with 16 species? Peace treaties between implacable enemies? If that's not being a seasoned diplomat, I don't know what it is."

"Seasoned? Are you calling me old?" Sykes Dar said and chuckled.

"I would never dream of it, I'm twenty years your senior," Ethan said and laughed as well, "But it's true, you are an accomplished diplomat."

"You might be right."

"Come on, we don't want to keep the ambassador waiting."

Both Ethan Clayton and Sykes Dar exited the Admiral's office on their way to receive B'ok Ambassador Nelrew Molzan. Sykes Dar was glad he had gotten to see Ethan again, and he was pleased he was going to meet the first B'ok ambassador.

Act II:
It's A TRAP!

"The subject is in place," Roghnar reported from his station.

"Good," Elnar replied, "Energize."

Roghnar, the muscular Cling'on tapped several sequences in his console and activated the transporter beam.

"Transport complete," he reported.

"Excellent. Now, have M'liran and Gyane assist our newcomer by plugging him into his VR unit," Elnar said and laughed a cavernous laugh.

Globip Molzan was in total darkness, completely oblivious to the fact that he'd been transported off Starbase 14 and to a new location. He was about to call for someone, when the door opened again and the lights came on. Two slender beings came in, first, M'liran. M'liran was a slender, green-skinned, four-breasted female from the Bleon homeworld. Globip felt something stir in his cureau once again. The second being to join him was a flat chested, slender, light-blue-skinned male whose species Globip was not familiar with.

Both M'liran and Gyane were naked. He swallowed hard as he looked at M'liran's four breasts and her smooth pubic mound covered by nothing. The boy, naked as well, had a large and thick hanging blue schlong and a big set of balls in a low hanging scrotal sac.

"Hello, young master," M'liran said in a beautiful musical voice, "We're here to assist you."

Before Globip could say anything, the big-dicked Gyane was already standing before him undoing the buttons of his tunic. He did not know what to say, he had never been undressed by anyone who wasn't a servant and felt awkward that of the two, the male would be the one to remove his clothes. As Gyane undressed him, M'liran prepared the VR Unit for him.

When the time came for Gyane to remove his cureau, Globip felt even more uncomfortable, specially, because the alien boy had very soft hands and smelled of coconut and mint, his two favorite non-B'ok scents. Against his wishes, and despite the fact that he was purely heterosexual, the inexperienced thirteen-year-old B'ok felt his dick start to engorge, threatening to come out of its sheath at the softness of the blue male's hands. Gyane licked his lips as the still soft and slimy red cockhead showed timidly through the sheath.

"Your unit is ready," M'liran said, "If you'd be so kind to come and sit down here."

Globip felt better knowing he would be sitting, that way he would be spared the embarrassment of having these two strangers look at his engorging dick. As soon as he sat down on the strangely comfortable metallic chair, M'liran tapped some commands on her console. A sort of blob-like substance emanated from the arms of the chair and ran over his hands, covering hands, wrists and all the way to his elbows. Once the substance had reached his elbows, it solidified. Globip noticed he was immobilized and got slightly scared.

"Is this … this … necessary?" he asked nervously, his half erection deflating almost instantly.

"It is," M'liran explained, "Your body needs to be restrained before you go into VR, otherwise, you could hurt yourself as you live your fantasy."

"I see," Globip said.

As M'liran tapped some new commands, the same substance emerged from underneath and ran over his feet all the way up to his knees, where it solidified as well.

"Before we plug you into VR," M'liran explained, "You need to be fully erect."

Globip felt himself blushing a dark shade of crimson.

"Gyane," the woman said, "If you'd assist the young master?"

Gyane nodded and placed his soft hands on Globip's flaccid dick. Globip was thirteen and not yet grown as an adult B'ok. His dick, however, was a good 10 cm [4"] in its flaccid state. Gyane started massaging the rod and Globip cleared his throat nervously.

"Why … why is he doing it … and not you?" Globip asked.

"I am not a service girl," M'liran said, "I'm just a technician. But Gyane is very talented, young master."

"I … uh … I am … am not … into …" he stammered.

"You don't need to be," the girl said, "you just need to be hard to be properly connected."

"It might be easier if you closed your eyes, young master," Gyane said, "You could imagine it was M'liran doing this instead."

Globip closed his eyes as suggested. He tried picturing the girl touching him, but he couldn't deal with the fact that he was being touched by another male. Gyane knew his business, and, as he touched the teen B'ok's dick, he leaned down and engulfed the boy's cockhead.

"Whoa!" he said opening his eyes, "Stop that!"

"Why?" Gyane asked, "Your manhood is responding, young master."

"N-no … you're … you're wrong …"

"Just relax, young master," the girl said, "Once you're fully hard we can plug you in and leave you to your strictly VR heterosexual fantasy."

"B-bu-but …" he insisted.

For an answer. Gyane sucked on his dickead once again. Globip closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as the magic happened. His dick started engorging at the boy's ministrations and very soon, was at full mast measuring 21 cm [8¼"] long with a 17 cm [6⅔"] girth. Gyane had never seen a B'ok dick and marveled at it. Globip was so thin and short and obviously so young, the blue-skinned boy couldn't believe his dick could be so large. Then again, he'd already seen the boy's balls, as large as chicken eggs, so he shouldn't have been surprised. As he removed the boy's dickhead from his mouth, he saw it in all its glory. The pulsating flat horse-like glans was something the young man had never seen … and he'd seen plenty of cocks in his short life as a sex worker.

"He's ready," Gyane said.

"Okay," M'liran said and tapped new commands.

From under the chair, a funny contraption, shaped like two cupped hands rose until it made contact with Globip's nuts and the boy gasped in surprise. Once his nuts were in place, something came from the container and clasped on his scrotal sac just below his dickshaft and tightened until his nuts had been secured. Globip tried to relax reminding himself he would soon be enjoying a near-reality VR simulation in which he would be able to get his rocks off.

The following set of commands made a sort of mechanical arm rise in front of Globip. The arm, cables all around, positioned itself before Globip's face and the boy could see that the end facing him looked like an ass fleshlight. He'd seen plenty of those during his explorations on the subnet and knew exactly what was coming next. The arm started approaching and once it was close to his cockhead, it spat an oozy hot substance. Globip's virgin dick throbbed three times in a row.

Gyane grinned. He grabbed Globip's cock and placed the cockhead level with the artificial ass. The mechanical arm pushed against the boy's rod and swallowed it entirely. The sensation was completely new to the B'ok thirteen-year old teen, whose dick only knew the warmth of his own hand. Globip gasped as the thing descended, stopping only when the ass-shaped entrance had reached his shaft.

"Help me place the ring, Gyane, if you would be so kind," M'liran said.

Gyane nodded and moved about. Globip started feeling nervous, not even wanting to know what the ring might be. He'd had enough surprises for one day and he was starting to regret his decision to have some fun in a Sexual VR Unit. Gyane came back holding a metallic ring which had a sort of belt strap on it.

"If you'll open your mouth, young master," Gyane asked.

"Wha-what … is … tha-that?" he asked.

"It's a ring gag, young master," Gyane said.

"Wh-why … do I have to … wear …?"

"While in virtual reality, young master," M'liran replied, "you might accidentally close your mouth violently and chop your tongue off. Believe me, it's for your own well-being, master."

Globip opened his eyes wide in shock and opened his mouth for Gyane. The blue-skinned boy placed the ring in the boy's mouth and then locked it in place at the back of the boy's neck. Globip got even more nervous, now he was completely immobilized. His arms and legs secured by the goo. His balls cupped and clasped under him. His cock trapped by the mechanical arm. And now his mouth secured open. He was glad he had only paid to be plugged for an hour.

"Now, for the final touches," M'liran said.

She tapped some new commands and grinned.

Globip opened his eyes wide as he felt clamps spreading his buttcheeks apart. Now, however, he could not ask or complain since he was wearing the ring-gag. Then he felt something squirt in his asshole, he didn't know what it was, but it felt like a slime of sorts.

"Nghhah ih hat?" he tried to form words through the ring.

"Prostatic stimulation is one of the most important aspects of Full immersion VR sexual simulations," M'liran explained.

Globip was inexperienced but not stupid, and knew immediately something was going to be shoved up his ass. He tried to struggle, but there was no way he could move, secured as every single part of his body was.

"Ngoooo h-tok ik, htok!" he started complaining.

There was nothing he could do. A few seconds later he felt the tip of a prostatic stimulator pushing against his virgin hole. He tried hard clenching it in order to avoid the intrusion.

"It will be easier if you relax, young master," M'liran said.

"Ngoooooooooooo, htok, htok, htok!" Globip complained again to no avail.

Against his wishes, the head of the stimulator pushed its way in. Globip felt violated, eyes opened and gasping, his saliva drooling from the sides of the ring-gag and unable to voice his disagreement with what was being done to him. The machine pushed a bit more and Globip felt his anal ring pop as a new segment of the thing entered his ass. Then, one more push and the whole thing went in.

"Now, you are ready, young master," M'liran said.

"Nnnnngggh!" Globip complained.

The door to the room in which Globip had been prepared for his VR experience opened wide and in came two men Globip had never seen before. The first was a Cling'on male, tall and muscular and dark skinned with long hair falling to his shoulders. The other one seemed human, probably around 1.87m [6'1"] and muscular too. They were both wearing skintight suits which left nothing to the imagination.

"Thank you, M'liran, Gyane," the human said, "We'll take it from here."

"Yes, master," they said in unison.

Both M'liran and Gyane left the room closing the door on the way out. Globip started complaining through the ring-gag. Who were these men and what were they doing here? He was supposed to be starting his Full immersion VR sexual experience and yet, he hadn't.

"Hello, young Molzan," the human said, "I'm Elnar."

Globip's eyes opened wider, if that was possible.

"Surprised we know who you are?" the man said approaching the VR Unit.

The Cling'on, Roghnar, laughed a cavernous laugh, a very noisy loud laugh, pretty much the way all Cling'ons laughed.

"Well, you didn't think the son of a Diplomat would go unnoticed through a Federation post, now did you?" Elnar said, "My friend Roghnar and I are usually very well aware of the people who come and go."

Globip wanted to say something, to move, to run, and yet, he was secured to the VR Unit and unable to do anything.

"I run an entertainment business off-world, and when I heard a B'ok Diplomat was coming to Starbase 14 with his thirteen-year-old son … well, I couldn't resist."

Globip looked at the man askance, not completely following what the man was saying. Or maybe, not wanting to understand what the man was trying to say.

"My establishment has the top clientele in the Alpha Quadrant and … well … I still don't have a B'ok working for me."

Globip was starting to understand.

"When I was tipped you were coming this way … well, I arranged to get you. You can imagine, a business man like me immediately recognizes a good business opportunity. Just imagine what a gold mine it will be to have a B'ok in my establishment. My most demanding clients will drool at the sight of your massive equipment."

Globip felt himself blush beyond belief at the mention of his family jewels. He was horrified at what the man was saying.

"I might've forgotten to mention that my clientele is mostly male and intersexual … some of them not even humanoid," he added with a thoughtful expression as if he was remembering those species who liked intercourse with humanoid species, "but I guess you'll learn to adapt."

Globip could not believe what he was hearing. There was no way in hell he was going to become a whore for this man. And there was no way in the whole universe that they could make him have sex with males … or any other thing. The whole thought of it was enough to make him want to puke.

"Don't look so horrified, young Molzan," Elnar said, "I have the most effective software and hardware in this quadrant to turn you into a cock-loving whore."

"Nnhat?" Globip uttered.

"You are plugged into a state-of-the-art conditioning VR Unit."

"Ghondishonin unih?"

"Yeah, it wasn't easy to come by," he said, "Stolen from a Kuvorg ship and then adapted to satisfy the needs of my business … it wasn't an easy task. But it has definitely paid off."

"Hur hrahi!" Globip complained desperately.

Elnar and Roghnar laughed at the poor boy, he seemed so angry and terrified at the same time. Then again, all the subjects they had conditioned over the years had always shown a similar attitude.

"By the time we are done with you, you'll be a happy cock-loving slut. And I will be only too happy to accommodate your needs … what can I say?" he asked and chuckled, "I'm a man with a big heart."

Globip started complaining again, trying to struggle against his restrains to no avail.

"You don't think it's possible?" Elnar asked, "You're thinking daddy will come to your rescue? Well, he won't, because you're no longer on board Starbase 14. By the time they realize that, we'll be way beyond their reach."

Globip felt completely helpless, angry, distressed. Tears were now running down his cheeks. He could not believe what the man was saying, he could not believe a VR Unit could turn him into a boywhore.

"The VR Unit is loaded and ready," Roghnar said checking on the console stats.

"You do know VR time is different from real time, don't you, young Molzan?" Elnar said ignoring his partner, "Pretty much like when dreaming, VR time is so much shorter than actual time. So, inside the simulation, a full day of experiences will occur in a one-hour lapse. Just imagine what this machine can do for us … for you …"

Globip felt his cock trying to retract into its sheath, as terror had made him lose his erection. The mechanical arm holding his dick, however, had the chunk in its tight grip, preventing it from going back to its natural state and giving Globip some unwanted pain in his virgin rod. The boy was now sweating profusely, terrified at what Elnar was describing as his upcoming future.

"Did you notice how eagerly Gyane tried servicing you?" Elnar asked, "He definitely couldn't get enough of your massive B'ok piece."

Roghnar laughed. Globip listened attentively.

"Well that boywhore drooling over your cock … you might not believe he was once known as B'narr …"

"Ghnhar?" Globip asked.

Globip knew his history. Prince B'narr had been a Centaury Prince who had been presumably lost in a terrible accident when the boy had turned fourteen, the age at which he would've been proclaimed the official heir to the throne. The King's Guard had suspected murder and the whole kingdom had almost been entangled in civil war. That had been barely four years before, which meant Gyane could not have been older than eighteen.

"Yeah," Elnar said, "he fought against the machine as much as he could. You can totally tell fighting it didn't work, 'cos the once heterosexual Centaury Prince was a few moments ago succumbing to the spell of your massive B'ok chunk."

Tears were now running freely down Globip's cheeks. Was that possible? Was this man really speaking the truth? No, he could not believe it. He was not going to turn into some cock-loving faggot no matter what they did to him.

"I don't think he believes you, Elnar," Roghnar said.

"I know," Elnar said, "but he will soon enough. Like everyone else has before him."

Roghnar nodded and grinned.

"Will you be kind enough to turn the prostatic stimulator on?" Elnar said, "I'd like to see him fight that."

Roghnar chuckled and tapped a series of commands on the console. As he did, Globip felt the thing shoved up his ass come to life. The first thing he felt was a vibration inside his hole, something he would've never imagined he'd ever feel. Then, he felt how the whole head of the thing started swelling, swelling, until he felt it pushing in a weird spot inside. That spot he did not know was his prostate. After it finished swelling, something else happened. A little electric discharge. And a second. And a third.

"Cock is coming to life," Roghnar reported.

"Good," Elnar said.

The Cling'on was not lying, poor restrained Globip felt his cock start engorging at the sudden electricity inside his ass.

"Let's try the milker," Elnar said.

Roghnar tapped a new series of commands. The mechanic arm holding his cock started moving up and down and in circles as it applied suction to his up to now virgin teen rod.

"Nngoooo, htok htok gnow!" Globip complained.

"Move it to level five," Elnar said.

Roghnar nodded and tapped a new series of commands. The suction and the circular movements increased in speed as the object inside his ass increased the intensity of the shocks and started pumping in and out, pushing against his prostate. As the milker sucked on his cock something else happened. Things inside the milker started rubbing against his glans, attacking every single spot of it. Globip opened his eyes wide as he felt a new electric current flowing through his nuts.

"Cleah, htok!"

Globip started feeling a set of contractions he was very familiar with. No, this wasn't possible, the man had only turned the machine on less than three minutes ago.

"Thirty seconds to orgasm," Roghnar reported.

"Cum-collecting sound," Elnar commanded.

Roghnar tapped new commands on his computer panel. Globip felt it clearly as an object entered his pee hole, going inside him and adding to the feelings of desperation he was experiencing, having never had an orgasm forced out of him before.

"Try and look here," Elnar said.

Globip turned his eyes to see the contraption Elnar was pointing at. In front of the VR Unit, there was another mechanical arm hanging from the ceiling. Around the arm there were several crystal spheres the size of soccer balls, Globip couldn't even guess how many.

"Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnggghhhh! Nnnnnggghhhh!" Globip started grunting non-stop.

"Ejaculation beginning," Roghnar reported.

"Don't look away from here," Elnar said pointing at the spheres once again.

The contractions got worse and Globip felt his cock spurt the first jet of his B'ok spunk in the tubule inserted up his cock as the rod was stimulated all over. Second spurt. Third. Fourth. As the fifth spurt was expelled, Globip saw what the man had wanted him to see. His cum started dripping in one of the crystal spheres. Sixth spurt. Seventh. Eight. Ninth. Tenth.

"Gorgeous!" Elnar said, "Barely thirteen and he can cum like a stallion."

Globip had lost count of the spurts as he saw the sphere a quarter full. His orgasm had not subsided but he noticed how the amount of cum falling in the sphere was becoming less and less with every contraction.

As his orgasm subsided, Elnar touched the sphere in which his cum had been collected.

"Now, you see all these spheres?" he said, "By the time your conditioning is over, all of them will be full."

"Hur hrahi!" Globip complained.

"You'd be surprised to know there's a huge market for semen out there. Yours will give me a wonderful extra income!"

"Hur hrahi!"

"Should I start the simulation?" Roghnar asked.

"No," Elnar said pulling down the zipper to his jumpsuit and releasing his massive cock.

He walked towards Globip Molzan, bringing his cock to the boy's face.

"One day you'll beg for this cock," he said, "But I want you to get acquainted with it before your conditioning is carried out … it's a lot more fun this way."

Globip closed his eyes tight as he felt the man rubbing his oozing mushroom-sized cockhead on his thirteen-year-old cheeks, leaving slime in every spot it touched. He was horrified, this was not how he had planned to spend his free time. As he felt the stench of the man's cock, he understood he was not going to be able to escape his horrible fate.

Act III
Ransom

Lt. Commander Dyk'Lan G'hkaris was certainly tired but glad he and Commander Tax had finished reviewing quarter assignment for the 350 people who currently served or lived onboard the Venture. The allocation had been nightmarish, but Dyk'Lan was happy he'd been able to work alongside Tax. The Velorian sighed and leaned back in his office chair.

"Thought we were never going to finish," he said.

"I know," Dyk'Lan replied, "Sure took a whole lot of time!"

"I'm starving!" Kesnas Tax said.

"I hear you!" Dyk'Lan agreed.

"I think I'm gonna grab something at the promenade and then eat in my quarters," Kesnas Tax added.

"I might as well replicate something in my quarters."

Commander Kesnas Tax looked at G'hkaris and smiled. There was a certain scent the Velorian was picking up in the air. He was almost sure what it was, if he knew his Xenobiology well, but still wanted to corroborate his hypothesis. He was, after all, a very direct man.

"I assume you find me attractive, Commander?" Kesnas said.

"I … uh … what …?" Dyk'Lan stammered.

Kesnas Tax laughed a bit. G'hkaris had never heard a Velorian laugh before and felt amazed at the musicality and vibration of the man's laughter.

"I'm sorry, Commander," Kesnas said, "I have always been a very direct man. My superiors have pointed out it is not necessarily the best approach when dealing with non-Velorians."

G'hkaris nodded.

"That is definitely an understatement," he said.

"I picked up a scent as we worked," the Velorian said as way of an explanation, "and if I'm not mistaken that scent is a common pheromone produced by the Xenu to gather the attention of a potential mate."

Dyk'Lan G'hkaris didn't know how to respond to that, since Tax was correct. What did surprise him was how the Velorian had been able to pick it up, as most species were not able to perceive it. At least, he had not run into anyone capable of doing so.

"I have an acute sense of smell, in case you're wondering," Tax said.

"I … I am very sorry, Commander, I …"

"No need to apologize," the Velorian said, "I'm nothing if not flattered."

"Thank you."

"I must confess, though," Tax added, "I have never mated with anyone who wasn't a Velorian …"

"Oh, Commander! Please, no need to say anything else," G'hkaris stuttered, "I'm embarrassed enough as it is …"

"I was not finished," Tax said.

"I'm … sorry … I … uh …"

"You're nervous, I know, I can tell," Tax laughed again his musical beautiful laugh, "I wanted to say, though, I have never mated with anyone who wasn't a Velorian, but it might be a good moment to start."

"Come again?" G'hkaris said taken by surprise.

"I too find you a rather attractive specimen," Tax said, "Maybe we should take advantage of your being off-duty and get on with it now."

Dyk'Lan G'hkaris coughed as if he was choking. Kesnas Tax realized he had probably been very straight-to-the-point again.

"Too direct, huh?" Kesnas Tax asked.

"A little bit," G'hkaris said and laughed too.

"We can start over if you'd prefer a much more veiled approach?" Tax asked.

"I think I could get used to your directness," G'hkaris said, "We might want to start on a first-name basis?"

"I think I'd like that," the Velorian said, "You can call me Tax. I'm not sure if you're familiar with Velorian traditions, but long story short is we carry the family name first and the proper name second."

"I see," Dyk'Lan said, "You can call me Dyk'Lan."

"So, Dyk'Lan," the man said, "What do you say if we meet in my quarters for lunch in … say half an hour?"

"I think that would be great, Tax."

"Then, it's a date."

Dyk'Lan G'hkaris nodded and chuckled.

"I am using the expression correctly, am I not?" Tax asked.

"You are," he said, "It's a date. I'll see you later, then."

Having said so, Dyk'Lan G'hkaris stood from his place and started walking towards the office's door. As he exited the room, Kesnas Tax found himself wondering what mating rituals for the Xenu entailed. Maybe, he should do some research on the subject. He was also not familiar with Xenu anatomy and was almost sure Dyk'Lan was not familiar with Velorian anatomy either.

On second thought, he decided not to do any research at all. It would be a lot better to find out as the day progressed. He did find Dyk'Lan extremely attractive. And this was the first time in a very long time since he had found someone attractive. After all, Velorians had a lifespan of almost three-hundred years, so Kesnas Tax had taken it slow. As he left his office, he thought Dyk'Lan G'hkaris was definitely someone worth getting to know.

Though the official meeting had come to an end, Admiral Clayton had arranged for a small reception so that Ambassador Nelrew Molzan could get acquainted with Starbase 14 senior staff. The environment would've been tense had it not been for Captain Sykes Dar, who was not only an excellent diplomat, but also a very charming man when talking at social gatherings. Admiral Ethan Clayton was more than satisfied that Sykes Dar had been present during the talks and now at the reception.

As they all had drinks and ate the delicacies prepared for the occasion, which included dishes from many different homeworlds, all Senior Officers walked about exchanging anecdotes with the Ambassador as well as with his aide, Roijin Zejerd, trying to make the B'ok feel at home.

"I must say, Captain Dar," Ambassador Molzan said, "I had never imagined Humans could be so openhearted and charming as you are."

"Thank you, Ambassador," Captain Dar said.

"I think, Admiral," the ambassador continued, "I definitely have to applaud your move inviting the Captain to join the talks."

"Not a move at all," Admiral Clayton said and chuckled, "Captain Dar is an old friend of mine and he just happened to have arrived at Starbase 14. As soon as I mentioned our meeting, he expressed his interest in meeting the First Appointed Ambassador of the B'ok and, well … here we are."

"Still, I'm glad you attended, Captain," the ambassador said and sipped from his drink, "What do you call this drink again?"

"Margarita," Sykes Dar replied, "It's made with a human liquor known as Tequila."

"My respects for Tequila," Ambassador Molzan said and chuckled.

"Just go easy on it, Ambassador," Admiral Clayton said, "it has a way of knocking down even the most experienced drinkers."

They were talking and exchanging jokes for a while, when a young Lieutenant entered the room and approached Roijin Zejerd. After having exchanged some words with the lieutenant, Roijin Zejerd approached the ambassador and whispered something in the man's ear. Captain Dar and Admiral Clayton noticed the ambassador's expression change in a fraction of a second.

"Admiral," Ambassador Molzan said, "There seems to be a message for me regarding my son. Would you mind if I received it in your office?"

"By all means, Ambassador," Admiral Clayton said, "Please, follow me."

Admiral Clayton, followed by Ambassador Molzan, his aide and Captain Dar all left the room and walked to the Admiral's office. Once there, Admiral Clayton told the Ambassador he and Captain Dar would give him some privacy, but the ambassador insisted that they remained.

Once in front of the computer, Ambassador Nelrew Molzan tapped on the incoming message signal. A second later, the dark silhouette of a man whose features were concealed by a bright background appeared.

'Ambassador Molzan,' the man said, 'We have your son. We are asking for a ransom of 50,000 bars of Gold-pressed Latinum. If you meet our demands, your son will come back to you unharmed. You will be contacted soon with further instructions.'

The message finished and was replaced with the dark screen holding the Federation symbol in the middle. Ambassador Molzan sighed, color completely gone from his face. As the message had finished playing, Admiral Clayton tapped his commbadge which produced its characteristic chirping sound.

"Admiral Clayton to Commanders Sozel and Warton," he said.

"Sozel here," the cold voice of the Admiral's Zetarian First Officer came through.

"Warton here," the Chief Security Officer of Starbase 14 also replied."

"Please report to my office," Admiral Clayton said, "We have a code 21 in progress.

"Acknowledged," Sozel replied.

"On my way," Warton said.

"Don't worry, ambassador," Captain Dar said trying to calm the man down, "we'll do everything in our power to bring your son back to you unharmed."

"Thank you, Captain," the ambassador said.

"In the meantime," Captain Dar added, "Do you have a means of putting the ransom money together?"

"I do," Ambassador Molzan said and then to his aide, "Roijin, talk to my Chief of Staff and ask him to wire the money to my private account."

"Right away, ambassador," Roijin said.

"And Roijin?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Make sure it is all handled quietly."

"Will do, sir," Roijin Zejerd said and left the office.

Ambassador Molzan, Admiral Clayton and Captain Dar waited for the First Officer and Chief Security Officer in silence looking at each other. Captain Dar had never been a father himself, but he could only imagine what the man must be feeling in that moment. Dar only hoped they were in time to carry out the young man's rescue.

"Globip is my firstborn and my only boy. He's an amazingly talented boy, so good in the arts of war …"

"I can imagine," Admiral Clayton said.

"He's a boy with such a good heart, the ideals of a young B'ok who …" the man's voice cracked and he stopped mid-sentence.

"We have the best tacticians, ambassador," Clayton said, "My Chief Security Officer is ranked among the best in StarForce. Rest assured we will bring Globip back safe and sound."

"I'm sorry," the man said, "this is so not very diplomatic of me …"

"Your son has been abducted, ambassador," Captain Dar said, "nobody would expect you to be a Diplomat under such circumstances."

"Thank you, Captain," Nelrew Molzan said and covered his face in his hands, "I don't know what I'll do if I lose him …"

"You will not lose him, Ambassador," Captain Dar said, "You have my word."

Nelrew Molzan couldn't say anything else, he just nodded as he looked at Captain Dar in the eye, distress all over his face.

Dyk'Lan G'hkaris hadn't laughed so much in his life as he had during lunch with Kesnas Tax. They had finished eating and were now chatting in Tax's living room. The place was small, warm and cozy, and Dyk'Lan felt rather comfortable.

"I do have to say you definitely made me sweat when you asked if I was attracted to you," G'hkaris said.

"Asked?" Tax said, "I thought it was more of an affirmation."

They both chuckled again and then sipped from their drinks.

"Not only are you good looking, but you also have a great sense of humor," G'hkaris said, "I definitely like that in a man."

"Technically I'm not a man, but a Velorian male," Tax said.

"You know what I mean," G'hkaris said.

"I'm teasing you."

They remained in silence looking at each other. It was Tax that took the initiative and leaned towards Dyk'Lan. The Velorian's soft rubbery lips touched Dyk'Lan's lips and the Xenu felt a current flowing through his mouth. As they kissed, Tax placed his hand on Dyk'Lan's face and caressed his reptiloid scaly skin. Dyk'Lan did the same, feeling Tax's rubbery and warm face in his hand.

It was Tax once again who placed his other hand on Dyk'Lan's crotch feeling an unequivocal erection on the Xenu. Dyk'Lan jumped slightly.

"Too fast?" Tax asked removing his hand from the Xenu's crotch.

"No," Dyk'Lan said as he took Tax's hand and placed it back where it had been seconds before, "you just caught me unawares."

"Your body certainly reacts quickly," Tax said and kissed him again.

"It's definitely your fault," Dyk'Lan replied and kissed Tax again.

They continued kissing, Tax giving the impression of not wanting to wait anymore to get Dyk'Lan out of his uniform. Tax was also hard already and expecting to have a great time with Dyk'Lan, when his commbadge chirped.

"Commander Kesnas," the voice of his superior, Chief Security Officer came through.

Tax sighed.

"Kesnas here," he said.

"Your presence is requested immediately in Admiral Clayton's Office."

"Acknowledged," Tax said and tapped his commbadge.

Tax and Dyk'Lan leaned towards each other once again. When their lips touched again, G'hkaris' commbadge chirped.

"Commander G'hkaris," Captain Dar's voice came through this time.

"G'hkaris here," he said.

"Your presence is requested immediately in Admiral Clayton's office."

Tax and Dyk'Lan looked at each other and chuckled.

"On my way, sir," the Xenu said, "G'hkaris out."

He tapped his commbadge and sighed.

Both he and Tax looked at each other and laughed once again. It seemed the moment had been formally spoiled by official business. They shrugged and walked towards the door of Tax's quarters. As they stood by the door, G'hkaris kissed Tax again.

"Rain check?" he said.

"Absolutely!" Tax said and laughed as they both exited the Velorian's quarters.

Act IV
Impressive Kesnas Tax

Globip Molzan was terrified as the leader of his Captors, this man named Elnar rubbed his oozing mushroom-sized cockhead on his thirteen-year-old cheeks, leaving slime on every spot it touched. He felt disgusted at what was happening to him but it was not as if he could do anything to prevent it.

"Roghnar," Elnar said, "level 7."

"Yes, Elnar," the Cling'on replied.

As Roghnar tapped the console, the machine, which had not stopped stimulating Globip, seemed to come alive once again. The prostatic stimulator increased the amperage on the discharges with which his prostate was being zapped. The object thickened as it started a pumping motion up his ass. The ball cuppers tightened around his balls and started zapping them with higher shocks. The milker kept working on his hard B'ok cock sucking, squeezing, rotating as things inside it rubbed his glans in every single spot and his pee hole was fucked.

Elnar chuckled as he saw the boy's abs contract every time his genitals were shocked and pushed his cockhead inside the boy's mouth. The first thing Globip felt was the slime erupting from the man's pee slit, which he knew was called pre-seminal fluid. The flavor was salty and strong and Globip felt the urge to vomit. He started using his tongue to push the huge cockhead out of his mouth, completely oblivious that this was only adding to the man's excitement.

"Fuck, that's one warm mouth!" Elnar said.

He removed his cock from the boy's mouth and leaned over to be at eye level with him.

"I think you can do a lot better than that," Elnar said.

He extended his arms and unstrapped the boy's ring-gag. As soon as his mouth was free, Globip felt the pain in his jaw.

"That's a lot better, now," Elnar said and brought his cock to the boy's mouth once again.

"Fuck you, pervert!" Globip said.

Elnar slapped him hard on the face and brought his cock to Globip's mouth once again, this time slapping the hard rod against the boy's cheeks. Out of reflex, Globip closed his mouth. There was no way he was going to willingly suck on the man's cock.

Elnar, however, was a very experienced sexual trainer and knew exactly what to do. He pinched Globip's nose between index and finger and waited. It wasn't long before Globip couldn't breathe and opened his mouth wide. Elnar pushed his cockhead inside the boy's mouth and released his nose.

Globip knew it was too late when he felt the man's cock inside his mouth now. Against his will, he started grunting with the cock in his mouth as a new set of contractions hit his midsection and he started cumming again. Elnar laughed as he noticed Globip Molzan was ejaculating as he had his hard rod in his mouth. Elnar pushed inside the boy until his balls were hitting Globip's chin. The crystal sphere started receiving the boy's cum and with each new spurt continued to fill until it was halfway full.

Elnar was now openly facefucking Globip Molzan, the boy's face turning purple as the big thick cock pushed all the way to his throat. Every other minute or so, Elnar withdrew enough to give the boy room to breathe, but as soon as he gasped, he'd push all the way back in and continued to facefuck him.

"Level 8," he commanded.

Roghnar nodded and tapped his console. There was no way the boy could handle level 8 for more than 3 minutes without cumming. The Cling'on thought his partner was taking it too far since the boy was not plugged into the VR where a level 8 would make all sense since time ran differently in the virtual world. He, however, knew not to question Elnar.

"Nnnnnnnnngggghhhh!" Globip complained as he felt the unequivocal contractions which indicated a new orgasm approaching.

"Yessssss!" Elnar grunted feeling his orgasm hit.

As Globip's midsection contracted madly and his cock started spurting, Elnar pulled his cock out enough so that only his cockhead remained inside Globip's mouth as his jizz started flowing. The consistency and flavor of Elnar's cum was too much, bringing Globip to a higher degree of disgust. He retched, but his own orgasm distracted him from his predicament.

Elnar removed his cock from Globip's mouth, three more ropes of cum landing on the boy's face.

"Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawddddddddddddd!" Globip only managed to say as his orgasm occurred.

Elnar grinned as he saw the first of the crystal spheres at three quarters full. And that had been in less than half an hour. Once the boy was plugged into the VR Simulation, Elnar knew he would fill all the spheres he had told himself he needed from the young and inexperienced thirteen-year-old B'ok.

"Attaboy!" he said looking at Globip's contorted face, "The first sphere is almost three quarters full! You can do it, stud!"

He laughed maniacally as Globip felt pain in his balls. His young and immature sexual organs had already had too much demanded of them. He felt terrified once again as he remembered Elnar had said he'd fill all those spheres in the mechanical contraption. Globip whimpered as his orgasm receded, knowing there was nothing he could do to stop his predicament.

"Get him plugged," Elnar commanded as he squeezed his spent cock on Globip's cheek.

Roghnar tapped a new series of commands. From the back of the contraption, a helmet emerged. It positioned itself over Globip's head, covering everything but his nose and mouth, and secured itself against the boy's neck.

"Now," Elnar said, "Your training begins!"

Globip knew he was now completely lost. By the time these men were done with him, there was going to be nothing left of him, because he would've turned into a boywhore. Tears rolled down his cheeks as the VR Simulation kicked in.

Captain's log Supplemental

Stardate 44253.4

An emergency meeting has been assembled in Admiral Clayton's Office to deal with the abduction of Ambassador Molzan's son. Since the Ambassador wanted to keep things as discreet as possible, only a handful of Officers will be attending the meeting, Admiral Clayton as well as his First Officer Commander Ikum Sozel, his Chief Security Officer, Commander Douglas Warton and Chief Security Assistant Kesnas Tax, will be attending as representatives of Starbase 14. The Ambassador has insisted that I be present as a representative of the Federation on this matter and I have asked both my First Officer, Commander Dormak and my Operations Officer Commander G'hkaris to join me in the investigation. We hope that together we can solve this crisis before it's too late.

All Officers looked at each other as the message was replayed so they could be brought up to speed on what was going on. Once the message was over, Admiral Clayton looked at every single officer in the room, a grave expression on his face. He cleared his throat before addressing both his staff and that of Captain Dar's.

"This message was received almost an hour ago," Admiral Clayton said, "So, gentlemen, the clock is ticking."

"Have the captors contacted you again, Ambassador?" Chief Security Officer Douglas Warton asked.

Ambassador Molzan shook his head no.

"The first thing we should do is run a trace on the message," Douglas Warton said, "the address where it was sent from will be easily tracked since all Federation equipment is engraved with a unique signature."

"I'll see to it that someone in Lt. Denebe's team gets on with it right away," Commander Ikum Sozel said.

"That will be no use," Commander Kesnas Tax said.

"Commander?" the First Officer of Starbase 14 said.

"We're dealing with professionals," Kesnas Tax said, "the message must've bounced through every single computer online for the past hour."

"Commander," Douglas Warton said, "You are to keep your suggestions as suggestions, the Chain of Command requires that …"

"The Ambassador's son has been abducted, Sir," Tax said emphasizing the word 'sir', "I honestly don't think the Chain of Command is relevant at the moment. Ambassador," the Velorian said turning to Nelrew Molzan, "I think …"

"Commander," Douglas Warton said, "You are out of order. If you carry on, I'll have you dismissed from this meeting and confined to quarters."

"With all due respect, Sir," Kesnas Tax added, "I know exactly what's going on here, I recognized the pattern as soon as …"

"Commander, that is enough!" Douglas Warton said.

"Gentlemen," Admiral Clayton said, "I hardly believe this is the time to go against one another. We have to focus on the task at hand …"

"Admiral," Commander Kesnas said, "If you'll allow me …"

Admiral Ethan Clayton looked at Warton and then nodded for the Velorian to carry on.

"These people are not planning on returning the Ambassador's son," Tax said.

All officers turned and looked at the shark-like commander unable to follow his train of thought and genuinely surprised with his statement.

"What do you mean, Commander?" Admiral Clayton asked.

"He's been kidnapped by slave-traders," the Velorian said.

"Now that is …" Warton said.

"Commander," Admiral Clayton told his CSO with a reproachful look and then turned to the Velorian, "Commander Kesnas, I'm not sure I'm following you."

"The captors have asked for a ransom of 50,000 bars of GPL," Tax said, "a sum easily put together by a man of the Ambassador's stature."

"Meaning?" Admiral Clayton asked.

"Meaning they know it would take no time to put together that sum. Someone who planned on abducting a Diplomat's son would have asked at least four times that amount …"

"So, what motive would they have to ask for a ransom?" Captain Dar asked genuinely curious.

"It's a very common ruse used by slave-traders all over the quadrant," Tax explained, "They send a ransom message to divert attention from the fact that the abductee is no longer on board. Ambassador Molzan's son in this case, is very likely not onboard Starbase 14 anymore …"

"Now, that is preposterous!" Warton shouted, "What you're suggesting …"

"I'd like to hear what the Commander has to say," Ambassador Nelrew Molzan said interrupting Warton.

"Commander, you do realize …" Warton continued.

"You are a tactician, Sir," Tax added, "You should know not to rule any possibi …"

"I'm ordering you out of this room this very moment!" Warton shouted interrupting Commander Kesnas Tax.

"Enough!" Admiral Clayton said, "Both of you!"

"But, Admiral," Warton retorted.

"I said, enough!" Clayton shouted this time.

All officers remained in silence, tension filling the place, Douglas Warton was obviously mad at having been insulted by his Assistant, but for the moment could do nothing but to obey the Admiral's direct order to remain silent. Admiral Ethan Clayton looked at the Velorian not knowing what to make of his hypothesis.

"Do you have any basis to support your theory, Commander?" Admiral Clayton asked.

"As a matter of fact, I do, Admiral," Kesnas Tax replied.

"Then, enlighten us," Admiral Clayton said.

"Yes, Sir," Tax said and continued, "While serving on board the USS Mesne, Sir, we came across an operation of similar procedures. The small ransom is a very common Modus Operandi for several circles of slave-traders in the quadrant, Sir. Specifically, those rings known as The Red Velvet and The Orchid Circle."

"Go on," Admiral Clayton added.

"By the time the hostage's family realize the ruse it's already too late, since the captors have taken the hostage far away from the site of abduction."

Everyone remained in silence looking at Commander Kesnas and exchanging looks. Captain Dar paid very close attention to the Velorian, his method of deduction reminding him of a Hostage Negotiator he'd met a while before.

"How do you suggest we proceed?" Ambassador Molzan asked.

Admiral Clayton looked at Kesnas Tax and nodded for him to carry on.

"We need to run a trace on every single non-Federation transporter activated during the last two hours. That would be a sufficient window for us to identify which …"

"That would take forever!" Warton said.

"Then, the sooner we begin, the better," Kesnas Tax said.

"Commander Kesnas," Admiral Clayton said, "please, continue."

"Once we know which transporters were activated, we would simply need to run Globip Molzan's DNA pattern to identify when, and most importantly, where he was transported to. If the ship carrying him was non-Federation, the warp signature will be easily identifiable."

"Ambassador?" Admiral Clayton said as he turned to Ambassador Molzan.

Ambassador Nelrew Molzan nodded. Before today he had never seen Commander Kesnas Tax, but he was sure the man knew exactly what he was talking about. If there was a chance to get his son back, unharmed, it would be by following the commander's suggestions.

"Very well," Admiral Clayton, "Commander Kesnas, you'll be in charge of the operation …"

"Sir," Warton interrupted.

Admiral Clayton looked at him with daggers and the man knew better than to argue. He was angry, he had been contradicted by one of his subordinates. When this whole affair was over, Warton would make sure Kesnas would face the consequences of going above his head.

"Let's get on with it," Admiral Clayton said, "Commander Kesnas, make use of every resource and personnel available. The sooner we get this sorted out, the better chances we have at locating Globip Molzan. Dismissed."

"I'd like Commander G'hkaris to assist me," Tax said and turned to Captain Dar, "If that's okay with you, Sir."

"By all means," Captain Dar said.

All the officers left the room. On his way out, Warton whispered in Kesnas ears a threat nobody else caught. Ambassador Molzan remained sitting in the company of Admiral Clayton and Captain Dar.

As they walked outside the room, G'hkaris squeezed Tax's shoulder.

"Are you always this impressive?" Dyk'Lan asked.

"Only when someone's wellbeing is at stake," Tax said, "Come on, we have a boy to rescue."

Act V
Globip vs. The Machine

When Globip Molzan opened his eyes, he was lying on a bed. He tried to move but realized his wrists were shackled to the bed head. As he looked down, he also realized he was completely naked. The place, he'd never seen before. He was in a wide round bed covered in red sheets. The room was huge and up in the roof, there was a wide skylight through which the sun filtered inside.

"Hello?" he ventured.

There was no reply. He struggled against his restraints trying to free himself from them to no avail.

"Hello?" he tried again.

This time he heard footsteps in the distance and was glad he'd been heard. When the door to the room opened, however, he wasn't glad anymore. In came four creatures he'd never even heard of. They were tall, probably a good 2.15 m 7ft tall and fat, their big bellies hanging low. They had no hair on their heads but their bodies were completely hairy. Their hands looked a lot more like pig trotters. Under their bellies, long and thick dicks hung low, nestled against low hanging balls, the size of oranges. Their eyes were completely black with no whites.

He gasped.

"I see you're awake now," one of the creatures spoke with a guttural voice, "Good. It's about time we got to try the merchandise."

All four of them laughed weird cavernous laughs. The first of them approached the bed and knelt before Globip, opening the boy's legs wide apart.

"Tasty!" he said.

The other three approached the bed as well and knelt all around him. The first to have approached pushed a thick finger up Globip's ass.

"Stop!" he yelled.

Two of them, kneeling by his face slapped their huge schlongs against his face, an obscene amount of precum landing on his face. The fourth of them pinched Globip's nipples and then laughed.

"Time to perform your duties, slave," the first one said.

On cue, one of the ones with their dicks on Globip's face, pushed his dickhead to the boy's mouth. Globip tried to close his mouth tight, but realized he couldn't. Why? Why couldn't he close his mouth? The huge thick pointy cockhead went inside his mouth expelling an insane amount of precum. Globip noticed, however, he did not find the flavor distasteful. As he was forced to take the long and thick alien cock in his mouth, the one between his legs shoved his equally impressive cock inside Globip's ass. There was a sharp pain as his ass was pierced and he wanted to scream, though he couldn't.

The fourth of the creatures took Globip's big dick, which was erect, and started leisurely blowing the boy as he squeezed on the boy's well-sized baby makers. The one facefucking him removed his dick for his partner and then a different alien cock was forced into his mouth. Before he realized, he was alternatively blowing the two huge cocks as he was fucked and blown. It didn't take too long for Globip to feel the contractions which indicated his orgasm and, against his will, he started cumming as the one fucking him also came in the boy's ass.

"Great piece of ass!" the creature said and removed his huge cock from Globip's ass.

The one who had been blowing him then took his place. In one thrust, the creature pushed his even huger cock inside Globip's ass as he was forced to keep blowing the other two. Globip could not believe it, but, as he was fucked, he felt his own cock reacting and getting ready to shoot another load. How was that even possible? This whole thing seemed so unreal, he hated what these creatures were doing to him and yet, his cock was so hard and oozing precum.

Before he could think, one of the creatures started grunting and Globip felt a spurt of cum being shot in his mouth. He wanted to remove the huge dick from his mouth, but he realized he couldn't and he just had to swallow the creature's load. When the creature was done, the other one he'd been blowing pushed his cock against his mouth and the facefucking resumed.

"I'm cumming!" the one fucking him said.

As the creature's cum started flowing inside his ass, Globip felt his own orgasm begin and started cumming all over his own chest and torso as he was forced to blow one of the creatures. He felt his orgasm as intense as he had ever felt it as the creature he was blowing came in his mouth, Globip once again was forced to swallow the creature's abundant spunk.

He was starting to relax, knowing all four creatures had unloaded, but he was unaware of the fact that they could go on forever. And they did. As the day progressed, he was fucked over and over. He was blown over and over. He was made to suck cocks and swallow cum over and over. All four creatures were now cumming all over him as he noticed through the skylight it was now night time. He was tired and his dick and nuts hurt like hell.

"I'm Hulu," the ringleader said, "From now on, I am your master. And I'll make sure you learn how to properly pleasure men.

"Wh-why?" Globip asked, exhausted.

"Because I paid for you, and I own you now."

All four creatures got off the bed and left him shackled, laughing on their way out. Globip wanted to ask where he was, why they were doing this to him, but he was so tired, so tired he fell asleep almost as soon as his captors had left. He was so very tired.

Little did Globip know that these creatures were to become his masters for as long as his simulation continued. They would train him into becoming a cock-loving slut for as long as the simulation ran, ensuring his training for when Elnar decided to unplug him and make him an asset in his famous brothel.

It had been seven hours in a row and Elnar and Roghnar had so far collected twenty spheres of healthy B'ok sperm. In his VR Simulation, Globip had experienced all sorts of scenarios in which he had been fucked, blown and made to blow all sorts of individuals from every known species in the database under Master Hulu's training regime. Elnar knew re-conditioning of the boy had not yet come to an end, but he wanted to try and see how the boy reacted.

"Disengage simulation," Elnar said.

"Already?" Roghnar asked.

"It's time to see how our guest is doing," Elnar said.

Roghnar nodded and tapped some commands into his control pad. There was a whirring sound and the VR helmet started detaching from Globip's head. When the whole paraphernalia had been removed, Globip opened his eyes. He felt fresh and rested, and almost instantly he noticed the stimulation in his genitals.

"Wha-what is … happ-happ-pening?" Globip asked.

"Welcome to the real world, Globip," Elnar said.

"Re-eal world?" the boy asked, confused.

"You've been plugged in to your VR simulation for seven hours," Elnar said, "Do you remember me?"

Little by little, Globip started understanding what was going on. Seven hours? He had accummulated seven days' worth of memories of sexual training – funny how his brain did not perceive it as abuse anymore, but training – and this man said it had been seven hours? Suddenly, the fact hit him, VR time was like dream-time, as his captors had previously explained.

"I … I ha-have … to … to go … back …" he said thinking of the Porcian master Hulu, the one who had been training him into becoming a boywhore.

"Back?" Elnar said, "Why?"

"Master Hulu … will … will get mad if …"

"Ah, yes," Elnar said, "Master Hulu was about to cum in your mouth, wasn't he?"

"Ple-please …" Globip said.

"I might provide you with something better," Elnar said as he fished his massive cock from his tight pants.

He brought the massive cock to Globip's mouth and, slightly hesitant, the boy opened his mouth for Elnar. Elnar grinned and pushed his cockhead inside Globip's mouth, feeling the boy's tongue get to work on his hard-throbbing cock. Elnar did not move, he let the boy do it at his leisure, corroborating that Globip's re-conditioning was definitely paying off.

"That's a good boywhore," Elnar said caressing Globip's head.

Globip Molzan kept on sucking trying to pleasure Elnar as Master Hulu had taught him. He could tell the man was very close to orgasm and did his best to bring him there. Master Hulu always said a good boywhore could make any man cum in five minutes and he was more than willing to prove he was worthy of Hulu's teachings. Five minutes into the sucking, Elnar started grunting and his cock started spurting inside Globip's mouth.

"Fuck, yeah!" Elnar said, "Swallow, boy! Swallow it all!"

Globip was swallowing Elnar's load with enthusiasm, knowing he would be praised after having helped the man cum. Master Hulu always said rewards only came to obedient boys and he wanted to be a very obedient boy for the man so he could be rewarded with being allowed to cum.

"Yeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssssss!" Elnar said as his cock continued to erupt in the boy's mouth.

When he was finally done, he removed his cock from Globip and leaned, looking the boy in the eye.

"Do you wanna cum now, Globip?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, please!" the boy said with puppy eyes.

"Good," he said and turned to Roghnar, "Move it to level 12."

"Twelve?" Roghnar asked in disbelief.

"Did you not hear what I said?" Elnar asked.

"He won't be able to handle …"

"Did I ask your opinion, Roghnar?" Elnar asked.

"No, Elnar," Roghnar said looking down.

"Then do as I say," he added, "Level 12."

Roghnar nodded and proceeded to tap some new commands into his terminal. He thought Elnar was losing his mind, to be able to handle level twelve, the boy should've at the absolute very minimum had 18 hours of conditioning, and it had barely been seven. Even adult males taken into level twelve could not handle the pressure of cumming at level twelve rate. But then again, he was only a servant for Elnar and was no one to question the man, so he proceeded.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Globip uttered as his orgasm hit.

"Attaboy!" Elnar said as Globip's midsection started contracting, "time to make me rich!"

Globip's orgasm started and the boy, grunting as an animal in heat, looked at Elnar with a half-smile. His dick started spurting. One spurt. Two spurts, three spurts.

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh!" Globip moaned.

Four spurts, five spurts, six spurts.

"Ohhhh, Gaaaaawd!" Globip uttered.

Seven spurts, eight spurts, nine spurts.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" Globip went.

Ten spurts, eleven spurts, twelve spurts.

"Ohoohohohohohohohohohohohohohhohohoh!"

Thirteen spurts, fourteen spurts, fifteen spurts.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Globip uttered at the peak of his orgasm.

'Enhancing orgasm,' the voice of the computer said.

Two needles inserted themselves into Globip's testicles and injected a green-colored serum, causing an unbearable burn in the boy's nuts.

"Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!" Globip complained.

His cock continued to spurt as the serum took effect, turning the experience into a double orgasm.

"Ohstop stop stop ohstopstopstop ohstopohstopohstop!" Globip uttered continuously as his cock continued to spurt his B'ok semen.

Twenty-seven contractions later, as his orgasm started finally receding, the computer spoke again, 'Enhancing orgasm.'

The needles inserted in his balls released a new amount of the serum, causing Globip's orgasm to start again before it actually finished.

"Pleasestop pleasestop pleasestop pleasestop pleasestop pleasestop pleasestop!" Globip begged surprised that his orgasm would not come to an end.

For a reply, Elnar laughed as he noticed how a new sphere began to fill with the boy's enlarged ejaculation. The cum kept cumming and Globip felt like he was going to lose his mind. This was not a reward this was a punishment.

'Enhancing orgasm,' the computer spoke, releasing a new volley of the ejaculation serum.

"Please sir stop sir pleeeeeease please please stoooooop sir please stop it sir pleeeeeeeease sir please stop sir please please please stop sir please sir sir sir sirpleeease please!" Globip begged to no avail as Elnar laughed and his cock carried on spurting.

'Enhancing orgasm,' the computer spoke, releasing a new volley of the ejaculation serum.

"Please sir stop sir pleeeeeeeease sir please please stop sir sir oh sir oh sir oh sir pleeeeeeease stop it sir please stop it sir ooooooooh…please!" Globip uttered unable to handle his non-stop orgasms, his cock and balls already in great pain at having so much demanded of them.

Two and a half spheres later, Globip's orgasm finally receded, Globip exhausted and moaning like an animal in heat.

"Good job!" Elnar said," I knew you had it in you."

'Orgasm terminated,' the voice of the computer said, 'Initiating secondary protocol.'

Elnar turned to Roghnar as he heard the computer.

Two more needles attached themselves to Globip's nuts as the dildo up his ass started zapping his prostate. A double amount of the serum was shot into Globip's testicles and, as if by magic, a new first contraction happened.

"Nooooooooooooooooooo!" Globip uttered as his orgasm began again.

"What the hell are you doing?" Elnar asked Roghnar.

"Please sir stop sirpleasesirpleasepleasestopsir sir oh sir ohsirohsir please stop it!" Globip begged in total dessperation.

"It was not me!" Roghnar said.

"Abort the sequence, now!" Elnar commanded.

Roghnar started tapping some commands in his terminal. He tapped and tapped and tapped and nothing happened. He turned to Elnar unable to understand what was going on.

"I can't abort!" he reported.

"Oh stop make it stop please sir make itstop sir pleasepleeeeeeeeeeeeease sir make it stop sir please!" Globip begged, tears in his eyes unable to take it anymore.

"What do you mean you can't abort?" Elnar asked.

"Oh gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawwwwwd!" Globip uttered as his double-time orgasm finally came to an end leaving him shaking and in great pain.

'Orgasm terminated,' the voice of the computer said, 'Initiating secondary protocol.'

"Stop it, now!" Elnar commanded.

"I can't!" Roghnar replied, "it's locked me out!"

Two more needles attached themselves to Globip's nuts to make it a total of six now. The dildo up his ass continued to zap the boy's prostate. A triple amount of the serum was shot into Globip's testicles and, as if by magic, a new first contraction happened, his orgasm beginning once again.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaassssssssssse!" the boy screamed as he started cumming again.

"It's looped!" Roghnar reported as Globip came.

"Get off the computer!" Elnar said pushing Roghnar away and taking his place.

"Oh stop make it stop please sir Ican't Ican't please sir I can't please no more no more no more please sir I can't sir please make it stop pleeeeeease sir I caaaaaaaan't!" Globip carried on moaning and grunting and sweating like there was no tomorrow.

Elnar sat before the computer terminal and realized it was indeed looped. He tried and went around the system to shut the unit down, but every time he seemed to move forward, the computer would kick him out again.

'Orgasm terminated,' the voice of the computer said, 'Initiating secondary protocol.'

"Nnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooo!" Globip said, "Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaseeeeeee!"

Two more needles attached themselves to Globip's nuts to make it a total of eight. The dildo up his ass continued the zapping routine as it pumped in and out of his ass. A quadruple amount of the serum was shot into Globip's testicles and, as if by magic, a new contraction happened, his orgasm beginning yet again.

"Oh gawd ohgawd ohgawd ohgawd ohgawd ohgawd ohgawd oh gawd oh gawd oh gawd!" Globip went non-stop, drooling and completely out of his mind now as he came once again.

Elnar did not know how many times he heard the computer repeat secondary protocol when he finally heard the whirring of the machine as the terminal finally accepted the abort sequence. Every single of the restraining features and sexual items started withdrawing from the boy's body. Globip was now gone, moaning, grunting, saliva running freely down his mouth and neck. He was mostly babbling and not making any sense.

"Take the boy to his quarters," Elnar told Roghnar, "he needs to rest, see that he's hydrated and fed. We cannot afford to lose him as an asset."

"Yes, Elnar," Roghnar replied.

"And as soon as you're done, I want a complete diagnostic run on the unit, I need to know what the hell just happened."

Roghnar nodded hoping Elnar would not find out it had been him who had rigged the unit. He had a huge hard-on and he was wet in his own juices. Seeing Globip Molzan forced to cum non-stop was definitely a huge turn on. He also hoped Elnar would not find out he had been doing the same to several other assets every time Elnar was away. Now, he had to make sure the boy was well fed and rested before they arrived at the brothel.

Epilogue

The computer terminal chirped and Roghnar looked at the panel before turning to face Elnar, who was now sitting behind him at another terminal.

"We have a tail," Roghnar said.

"What?" Elnar asked.

"It's federation," Roghnar said, "A shuttlecraft."

"That's imposible!" Elnar replied as he moved next to Roghnar to verify his readings.

"They're closing in!" Roghnar replied.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" was all Elnar could manage to say.

"Should I begin evasive maneuvers?" Roghnar asked.

"No," Elnar said already planning, "Engage the Spatial Trajector."

As he gave the order, the whole ship rocked, hit by a torpedo blast.

"We've been hit," Roghnar reported, "shields at 90 percent."

"Spatial trajectory, now!" Elnar said, "Portal to Eldiras."

Roghnar tapped the commands in his terminal and the Spatial Trajector came online. He entered the coordinates to the planet Elnar had ordered, knowing the man would never be as stupid as to enter the Coordinates to his private planetoid for anyone to find.

"Trajector engaged," Roghnar said.

"Engage self-destruct sequence with a five-minute countdown."

"Should I bring the boy?" Roghnar asked.

"No," Elnar said, "I underestimated the importance of Globip Molzan. We'll acquire ourselves a new B'ok some other time."

Roghnar nodded and enabled the self-destruct sequence. Once activated, he stood from his place and followed Elnar into the Spatial Trajector lab. They were to lose Globip Molzan, but Roghnar knew Elnar did not run unnecessary risks. It was a shame, though, he could've had hours of fun forcing young Globip to cum once and again.

The last thing he saw as he crossed the threshold of the Spatial Trajector, was the silhouette of a Velorian who was beaming aboard the ship.

"The self-destruct sequence has been engaged!" Kesnas Tax's voice came thorugh G'hkaris' commbadge.

"Have you got them?" G'hkaris asked as he maneuvered the Shuttlecraft Galileo.

"No, they used a spatial trajectory to run away," Tax said, "We have one minute before the self-destruct goes off."

"I have a lock on you both," G'hkaris said, "I'm activating transporter now."

"No!" Tax said, "Beam Globip Molzan. I have to find out where they went."

"Tax," Dyk'Lan said, "I'm not going to risk …"

"Do it!" Tax ordered.

Dyk'Lan G'hkaris activated the transporter and Globip Molzan materialized inside the Galileo. He was obviously asleep.

"Molzan is on board," G'hkaris replied.

"Almost got them," Tax said.

"Tax," Dyk'Lan said.

"Wait!" Tax said.

Against Tax's wishes, Dyk'Lan G'hkaris activated the transporter, the Velorian materializing behind him. As soon as he was back, G'hkaris engaged warp six just in time before the enemy shuttle exploded into a million pieces of debris, barely escaping the shockwave.

"Why would you …" Tax asked.

"Sit down," G'hkaris said, "we're going back to Starbase 14."

"Dyk'Lan …" Tax said annoyed.

"I was not going to risk losing you," the Xenu said, "I am not willing to lose you, Tax."

The Velorian said nothing. He leaned over Globip Molzan and ran a tricorder over him to make sure he was alright, which he was. Tax was angry at Dyk'Lan for having taken him out when he had been so close to finding out where the slave-traders had gone. But truth was, he could've very well ended up dead and with no answers. Even though he was angry, he knew G'hkaris had made the right call.

"There are no words to express how grateful I am to all of you for having given me my boy back," Ambassador Nelrew Molzan said.

"We must be fair," Admiral Clayton said, "it is all thanks to Commander Kesnas. If it hadn't been for him, we would probably not be here right now."

"It was my pleasure, Ambassador," Kesnas Tax said, "I must say Commander G'hkaris' assistance was paramount for us to be able to track down and retrieve your son."

"In my eyes," Ambassador Molzan said, "It was all of you. And believe me, this is a debt I hope I will be able to repay some day. Now," he added, "I must go to my son, we should be leaving the Starbase within the hour and back to our homeworld."

"It was a great pleasure having you aboard, Ambassador," Admiral Clayton said, "I know negotiations between our peoples will pave the road for a relationship of goodwill and cooperation."

"Gentlemen," Ambassador Molzan nodded and left the room followed by his aide.

When they were alone, Admiral Clayton looked at the Officers gathered and grinned. More than ever, he was proud of the people he had surrounded himself with.

"Good job, Gentlemen," he said, "Commander Kesnas."

"It was nothing, Sir," Kesnas Tax said, "I was only doing my job."

"You are one valuable officer," Captain Dar said.

"My only regret is that we could not bring the slave-traders to justice," Kesnas Tax said.

"The Quadrant is not that big," Captain Dar said, "I'm sure we'll run into them sooner or later. And they'll have to face the consequences of their actions."

"I certainly hope so, Sir," Tax replied.

When all the officers had left the room, Captain Dar turned to Admiral Clayton.

"He's a great officer, Ethan," Sykes said.

"He is indeed," Ethan Clayton said, "I'm sure he will make an excellent Chief Security Officer one day."

"He'd probably make a great Chief Security Officer for the Federation Flagship, don't you think?" Sykes Dar asked.

"You might want to consider him for the position," Ethan said, "I would be happy to endorse his transfer onto the Venture."

"You would?"

"Sykes," he said, "He would make an excellent addition to your crew."

"Then," Sykes Dar said, "I'll make sure to run the request through all appropriate channels."

"You do that," Ethan said, "In the meantime, how does dinner in my quarters sound?"

"Sounds delightful," Sykes Dar said and both left Clayton's office.

Sykes Dar was glad they had come to Starbase 14, because not only had he been able to reconnect with his past, he had found his new Chief Security Officer. He was sure Commander Kesnas Tax was definitely worthy of the spot Jeremiah Winters had left vacant.

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